If you were wondering when the smut would show up, here you go. :) Smut warning!

Chapter 6: Dream 3

Caroline found herself back in her old house, pajamas on, but hair still elaborately curled and makeup on, as if she'd just returned from the ball. She heard noise coming from the kitchen. In the last dream she hadn't recognized anyone, and she panicked momentarily, thinking there was an intruder in the house. And then she remembered.

"Klaus?" she yelled from her bedroom. He smiled to himself as he poured two glasses of champagne.

"Yes love?"

"What are you doing out there?"

Footsteps. Then he showed up in her doorway.

"I thought I'd pour us some champagne. I believe that's 'our thing.'"

He was still in his clothes from the ball, though he'd removed his tie and jacket, and in a strange instance of informality, rolled up the sleeves on his dress shirt. Usually when Klaus was formal, he was formal.

Caroline rolled her eyes but took one of the flutes out of his hand. "Yes, our thing. How could I forget?" Taking a sip, she sat down at her desk, and carefully began to pull the bobby pins out of her hair. Noticing her struggling with the pins toward the back, Klaus came up behind her.

"You look like you could use some assistance."

"I'm fine, Klaus," she replied, struggling to get to one of the deeper pins.

"Yes, I can tell," he smirked, sipping his champagne.

Caroline sighed. "Fine."

Klaus carefully began removing pin after pin, occasionally stealing glances at Caroline's face in the mirror. As his hands worked through her hair, her eyes began to relax, eventually fluttering closed.

"This is weird," she mumbled. "This is a little 'normal' for us."

"It's a dream, sweetheart."

"I know. I don't really understand it. This is something people living very normal lives, that have never been chased by murderous stepfathers or, you know, survived on human blood would do."

"Well thankfully," he replied, pulling the last pin from her hair, "there are no murderous stepfathers here. Or anyone else, actually."

Caroline ran her fingers through her hair. "What about the rest of the town? The people I talked to yesterday?"

"They're part of the dream, but they're not real. We can interact with them, but they don't exist in the waking world. They don't know who we are, and don't remember interactions we have with them. You and I, however…"

"Psychic dreams," Caroline said, remembering what Bonnie had said.

"We are lucid, conscious. And yes, we can interact with each other, and our communication is very much real."

"How is this happening?"

"It's a long story, love," Klaus replied, gently running his fingers through her hair.

"It weirds me out, Klaus, how normal this is. Are you sure you're not hiding any daggered siblings anywhere?" she let out a hint of a smile.

"No, love," he smiled at her in the mirror, which made her blush. Those dimples.

She finished her champagne and stood up. "I can take your glass," she said, and carried the flutes into the kitchen. He trudged in behind her, grinning to himself.

"So this is what it's like to be normal," he said. "It's a bit boring."

Caroline turned around and glared at him. "It's not boring," she replied. "It's nice. It's nice to be comfortable and not constantly paranoid."

"I suppose I can see the appeal," he responded, walking closer to her.

She panicked a little inside. He was getting closer. The last time he'd walked towards her like that, they'd been in a forest, and...yeah. And it was GREAT, Caroline thought to herself. But, she also thought, it's Klaus. And what about Stefan? Bonnie said live your life, Caroline. And this isn't technically real life, she told herself. No one would know.

"Umm...I'm kindof hungry," she said, turning to look through the fridge. It was full of eggs, milk, some veggies and leftover takeout - normal food, things she and her mom would have shared. But no blood.

"Sweetheart," he murmured into her ear. He was standing right behind her. That drove her nuts and he knew it. She spun around to face him, eyes wide and brows arched.

"Umm," she stammered again. "Hmm?"

Klaus pushed his sleeve up further as the veins under his eyes blackened, ready to bite his wrist for her. Her heart sped up as he looked up at her, his teeth about to sink into the vein. Her eyes blackened as well. She looked at his neck as her fangs descended. He grinned, and while it would have looked incredibly disturbing to anyone else, Caroline found it incredibly hot. He picked her up and sped across the room, setting her on the counter. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer. His blackened eyes looked down into hers as he gripped onto her hips, anticipating what was about to happen.

I'm living my life, Bonnie, Caroline thought to herself. Klaus exposed the side of his neck. Caroline clamped her legs around him and in a flash, sank her teeth into his artery. Klaus' eyes flashed a bright yellow as his breathing picked up and he gripped her hips harder, pulling her flush against him. It had been an extremely rare occurrence in the last thousand years that he let anyone feed from him. He'd bit open a wrist plenty of times for healing purposes, but that was very, very different. This was vulnerable. Something he'd only let HER do.

It was also the biggest turn-on in the world. Klaus' ego wasn't small to begin with, everyone was well aware of his alphaness, but this brought it to another level. She was already beautiful, powerful - his hybrid blood would only make her moreso. And she was the only one in the world he'd share it with in such a vulnerable way, the only one deserving.

"Drink up, love," he murmured as she pulled the blood from his neck. She draped her arms around his neck. He slid his hands under her tank top and up her sides, gripping firmly enough to leave tiny bruises as she dug her teeth further into his neck. Caroline felt him harden against her and let a sigh escape as she released his neck and looked up at him, eyes still dark, fangs still dark, teeth covered in his blood. She ran her finger up to the corner of her mouth, catching a leftover drip of blood, looked into his glowing yellow eyes, and sucked it off her finger.

Living my life, she thought. More than she ever could while she was awake.

Upon seeing that, he lost it. Suddenly they were across the room, Caroline's legs still wrapped tightly around him, back pressed against the wall. Their mouths and tongues met, both tasting the remainder of his blood. Her eyes closed as he pressed kisses down her neck to her collarbone. Suddenly he heard ripping and barely noticed as the pieces of his shirt floated to the ground. He gripped under her thighs and pressed into her. She felt his hardness and let out a sign.

"Klaus?"

"Yes love," he replied huskily, letting his forehead rest on her shoulder. For a second he felt defeated, fearing she'd realized and regretted what had just happened.

"For once, could we do this where my back isn't pressed up against something?"

Relief.

"As my lady commands," he replied, speeding them into her room before carefully laying her on her bed. They quite literally tore each others' clothes off, the only things remaining being Klaus' necklace and Caroline's bracelet, which twinkled in the lamplight. He looked down at her, golden hair spread behind her head like a glimmering halo.

"You are exquisite, Caroline," he said, looking into her eyes. "Genuine beauty."

Before she could respond, he'd begun planting kisses down her stomach, letting his fingers trail down the insides of her thighs. And then -

She let a throaty sigh escape her lips as she felt the warmth of his mouth against her. At first it was slow, gentle. She tried to prop herself up, but he looked up at her, continuing to drag and flick his tongue against her heat, and she let her head fall back down. He gripped her hips and pulled her in, and she wrapped her legs around him. His lips and tongue became more aggressive, and she could no longer keep herself quiet. And really, why did she need to? Her sighs turned into sharp cries, spurring him to groan against her and dig his fingers deeper.

"Klaus - so close - "

He massaged the insides of her thighs, stopping one hand to tease a finger at her entrance.

"Please," she begged, thighs shaking. He groaned satisfyingly against her. He'd fantasized about this, and it more than lived up to the fantasy. He gripped the insides of her thighs and plunged his tongue inside of her, causing her to scream as her toes curled. He continued licking and lapping as she came undone.

Eventually he arose from between her legs, wiped off his face, and smiled smugly down at her. She bit her bottom lip. She'd always been a bit self-conscious about that, and frankly hadn't had much experience with it. It wasn't anything any of her partners were proactive in indulging her with. And the few times she had didn't hold a candle to what had just happened.

"Was it -"

"Delicious, love," he replied as he pressed kisses down her neck. He felt one of her hands slide down his chest, then his abs, before wrapping around his hardness. She bit her lip again and stroked the length a few times before guiding him towards her entrance. He rested his forehead on hers, their eyes darkened, pressed just barely inside of her before pulling back.

"Klaus," Caroline said, exasperated.

He smirked down at her. "Yes, Caroline?"

She slowly wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer. He ground his hips against her, which only served to make her more frustrated and him more satisfied at said frustration.

"Why suddenly so greedy, love?" he murmured against her neck between kisses. She tried to respond, but as soon as she felt the heat of his breath against her breast, she went speechless. Her legs tightened around him as a pout escaped her lips. He pecked back up her neck and rested his forehead against her shoulder, then felt her head rock to the side, exposing the side of her neck. He looked down at her and saw her eyes had started to darken, the veins appearing under her eyes once more. He felt his fangs descend and gently sank them into her as she hissed at the initial pain, then let out a sigh. It was something she'd never let anyone do, but now she did it without giving it a second thought.

When he eventually lifted his head, high from Caroline's blood, she watched his eyes turn golden.

"Klaus, please -" suddenly her words turned into a cry as he thrust himself inside her. He tried to start slow, to be gentle, to fight the wolf's primalness. She looked up, their eyes locking.

"More," she whispered. He pushed a little harder, a little further, a little faster. He looked down and took her in, this beautiful, light angel before him, wearing nothing but the bracelet he'd given her.

"I don't want to hurt you, love."

"Klaus," she responded. "More." It wasn't a request this time as much as it was a command.

The gold in his eyes deepened as he drove into her harder, slow at first. Caroline bit her lip and let her fingernails drag up his back as his breath picked up. She twisted her fingers through his hair, pulling gently, drawing a growl from his throat. He thrust harder, faster, enjoying the sighs and cries leaving her throat. She looked straight into his eyes as she dug her nails into his back.

"More," she said defiantly, feeling her nails pierce his skin. He slammed into her, picking up speed as her eyes closed, her cries matching his thrusts. Neither of them noticed that things on the wall were shaking.

"Sweetheart," he growled into her ear. He felt her start to tighten around him. In a split second her teeth were back in his neck, and he was finished, letting out a sharp groan.

Caroline released his neck, panting and giving him a pleading look. He immediately thrust his fingers into her warmth, drawing her closer to the edge. He lowered his mouth to taste her again, but she unravelled before he could. Every muscle in her body released. She felt heavy, boneless and sinking into the bed.

Klaus rested his forehead against hers. "Beautiful."

She went to pull his mouth to hers, but suddenly he wasn't there. And neither was she.

Caroline's eyes shot open and found all of her blankets on the floor, sheets twisted. She ran to the bathroom mirror and found her hair looked insane. But her skin was glowing, her eyes brighter. She felt stronger, more alive. She found a spot of blood in the corner of her mouth and tasted it.

His.

She instantly felt so many things. Energy, happiness, release. But then came in the guilt over Stefan and fear of what her friends would think or do if they found out. It was Klaus after all.

But it was just a dream, she told herself. Kindof. But things kept appearing each morning in her waking life. Some of it was real. VERY real.

It was almost time for breakfast, time for kids and class and reality. She hurried into the shower.

Dissecting her dreams would have to wait.

I hope you liked this chapter - it makes me happy to see Caroline getting to indulge in her vampire-ness instead of having to work so hard to repress it. Thanks to everyone again for reading/reviewing/following/favoriting!