A/N: Abridged summaries:
1. Superhero!Caroline, DamselInDistress!Klaus, Sidekick!Enzo. Smut.
2. Viking!Klaroline. Smut.
Caroline is a superhero, Klaus is her love interest, and Enzo is her sidekick (who has an unfortunate name).
"Hello, love."
"Klaus," she said, shooting him a tight smile and a nod.
"Marcel called, and he–"
"Seriously? What does he want this time?" Caroline asked, fully expecting the deadline for their latest project to have been moved up to some ridiculous time.
Klaus stuffed his hands in his pockets, grinning. "He wants the contract for the deal with Lockwood & Gilbert by Monday."
She relaxed. "Oh, okay. You scared me."
"Did I?"
"Well, I was expecting you to say that he wanted it by tomorrow. It's almost done, so I should have it by Friday at the latest anyway."
"So you have time for a break, then?"
She fought down a smile, trying to keep her face straight and professional. "Not now."
He put his hand on the small of her back, the heat of him burning through the fabric of her blouse. "I just want to talk about something."
"About what?" she asked, allowing him to lead her down the hallway to one of the break rooms.
He shut the door behind him, making her raise an eyebrow. "I know who you are."
She felt her insides freeze. "What do you mean?" she asked slowly.
"You're Vervain."
"The vigilante?" she asked slowly, trying to figure out how to play it off without being suspicious.
"Well, seeing as you are said vigilante, if that's what you want to identify as, I'm not exactly going to stop you."
She rolled her eyes. "No, I'm not."
"Don't worry, Caroline. Your secret's safe with me."
She gave him an exasperated look. "I'm not Vervain."
"So you don't mind if I tell everyone?"
She pressed her lips together and glared at him.
"As I said, your secret is safe."
Caroline doubted that he would tell anyone, so she wasn't worried about that. However, Klaus and her relationship was...complicated, and he could easily be used as leverage.
Don't get her wrong or anything, Klaus was totally able to defend himself. Mostly.
However, supervillains were a bit out of his league.
"Thanks," she mumbled, and he gave her a dimpled smile.
"Of course."
She couldn't help but smile back, and when his lips crashed down on hers, she wound her hands into his hair and pressed herself against him, moaning softly as his tongue traced her lips and his hands rubbed against her waist.
Every Superman needed their Lois Lane, after all, though she doubted Klaus would be happy with the comparison (and, let's be real, she wasn't really Superman, especially since super strength was her only power and Enzo was about a million times more helpful than Jimmy).
Well, and they weren't quite at that level of epic yet. Klaus was incredibly irritating, and she doubted that they'd get anywhere past fuckbuddies, no matter how much he clearly wanted to.
And she sort of did too, not that she'd ever let anyone know.
Ever.
XXX
"Again? Really?"
"What's going on, gorgeous?" Enzo asked, poking his head out of the practice room to see Caroline sitting on the computer chair with her feet propped on the desk, rubbing her eyes with her palms.
"He got captured again," Caroline said exasperatedly as the high-pitched beep filling the room grew louder. The tracker, which she'd made Klaus start carrying after the last time he'd been captured, could be activated to let her know that he'd been kidnapped, and apparently he had been.
Again.
"Has it ever occurred to you that he might be doing it on purpose?" Enzo asked, knowing exactly who the 'he' was that Caroline was referring to.
"No, I doubt that."
"This is the sixth time this year."
"Yeah, but he wouldn't–"
"Caroline, it's February."
Caroline huffed. "He wouldn't be doing it on purpose. Everyone just knows that he likes me, so they assume that the feeling is reciprocated, which means that they use him as bait. It looks like it's Katherine this time."
"Well how are they supposed to know that the feeling isn't reciprocated if you keep saving him?"
She shot him a glare, and he put his hands up in surrender. "I can't just let him die, okay? He's a civilian."
"A civilian who knows who you are."
"Lots of people know who I am."
"Like who?"
Caroline was silent for a few seconds before shrugging. "I don't know. Lots of people. Bad guys? You?"
"Bad guys don't count as people, and I'm only one person. He's also had sex with you. Multiple times."
"Just because we've had sex doesn't mean I care. Or that he does."
"Oh, he cares, gorgeous. And I'd wager that you do as well."
Caroline rolled her eyes as she pushed away from her desk and grabbed her jacket, pulling it on and patting herself down to make sure that she had her knives and gun.
Super strength was cool and everything, but weapons were always a good backup.
"You need me?"
"Oh, I always need you, Enzo," she said teasingly.
He let out a long suffering sigh and pulled on his own jacket, holding open the door for her and following her to the car.
"You seem very calm for someone whose boyfriend is in mortal peril."
Caroline snorted as she buckled in. "He's not my boyfriend, and he's not in mortal peril. They just want to draw me in."
"Well, to be fair it's apparently a proven strategy. How to capture Vervain, the vigilante of Mystic Falls: kidnap her not-boyfriend. Works every time."
She shot him a withering look before pulling out of the drive, heading toward the abandoned warehouse across town, which always seemed to be where the villain of the day took Klaus (the aforementioned not-boyfriend).
"C'mon, Verman–"
"That's not my name."
"That's what they call you in the papers."
He glared at her, and she couldn't fight down a self-satisfied smile.
"I don't know why they can't just call me Wolfsbane like I asked."
"Because I'm the leader, so I define your existence," Caroline said, shooting him a teasing smile.
They drove to the warehouse that Klaus's tracker was emitting the signal from and parked a few blocks away. Caroline kicked open the front door when they arrived to find Katherine Pierce, the only villain to have escaped state and federal prisons over a hundred times in the last two years, perched on the ledge on the second floor.
Katherine jumped down, smoothing her curls as she walked towards them, her stilettos clicking lightly on the concrete floor as she walked.
"Oh, look who's arrived, it's Vervain, and her sidekick Vermin."
"It's Verman. Like a man, rather than like a rabid house pest."
"Hi, Katherine," Caroline said tiredly, watching the other girl sink down casually on the tabletop, spinning a knife between her fingers. "I've come to get Klaus back."
"Well, I'm not just going to give him to you. I'd like to make a trade."
"Of course she would," Enzo mumbled.
"No one asked you, Vermin."
"Ver. Man. It's Verman."
"Whatever."
"What trade do you want to make?" Caroline interrupted.
"Your life for his."
"Katherine, you literally just got out of prison like a week ago."
"And?"
"And you're already ready to go back?"
"I'll just escape again."'
"You do know that it's only a matter of time before they find a way to block your teleportation powers to keep you in there for good, right?" Enzo asked.
Katherine shrugged. "I'm not worried, but thanks for your concern."
"Um, right. Okay. Where's Klaus?"
"Your boyfriend is upstairs."
"He's not my boyfriend," Caroline said irritably, turning to walk towards the stairs, knowing that Katherine would just teleport in front of her.
"Sure he isn't, gorgeous."
"Oh shut up, Vermin," Caroline mumbled, looking away so that she wouldn't see Enzo's glare.
"Ver. Man."
Caroline felt Katherine appear in front of her before she saw her, and as soon as the brunette materialized in front of her, she grabbed Katherine by her hair and threw her against the wall. The girl teleported mid-throw and appeared behind Caroline, who ducked and swept her foot behind Katherine's ankles, tripping the other girl.
Katherine, again, twisted in the air as she fell, appearing right next to Enzo, who had been prepared and smacked her hard over the head with the butt of his gun.
Katherine crumpled to the floor, and Caroline ran up the stairs, ignoring Enzo's parting shot of, "Oh yes, gorgeous, you don't care one bit about him."
She hurtled through the first door she saw to find Klaus sitting on a wooden crate. He'd looked up when she walked in, and gave her a dimpled smile. "Caroline-"
"I'm going to kill you."
"Don't be angry, love. It was not one bit my fault."
"How'd it happen, then?"
He shrugged. "I walked out of the office, blacked out, and then woke up about an hour ago with a headache, so I pushed the panic button you gave me."
"She hit you in the head?" Caroline asked, moving towards him. "Does it hurt when I press there?"
"Ouch!"
"Sorry!"
"Caroline, love. I'm fine. I just need rest."
"I'm pretty sure you have a concussion," she said, ignoring his words. "Follow my finger."
"Caroline–"
"Seriously, I cannot believe this. Can't you just stay out of trouble like a normal person? Touch my finger and then your nose."
"Caroline, this is ridic–"
"Do it."
He rolled his eyes but quickly tapped her finger and then his nose. "I'm not injured, Caroline."
"You blacked out from a hit to the head."
"I'm fine, love."
She just glared at him, and held out a hand for him to take. He stood up with no difficulty, and she gestured for him to precede her out the door.
"Ladies first," he said, gesturing for her to go ahead.
"No. I want to see if you can walk."
"You just want to look at my arse," he said, giving her a cheeky grin before leaving, and she followed him down the steps. "Lorenzo."
"Gorgeous's Not-Boyfriend," Enzo greeted in the same dry tone, making Caroline huff.
They stared each other down before Klaus turned back to Caroline. "Thank you for...er...saving me, Caroline."
"You're welcome. It wasn't a big deal."
"Especially since I was the one who hit her over the head," Enzo pointed out.
"Right. Did you call the police to come pick up Katherine?"
Enzo nodded and nudged Katherine with the toe of his boot. "Yeah."
"Great. Let's go. We have to take Klaus to the hospital."
"No we don't," both men said at the same time, each shooting a glare at the other after they'd spoken.
"Yes we do. I'm pretty sure that Klaus has a concussion."
"I can't go to the hospital, love. How will I explain?"
Caroline bit her lip. "Fine. We'll go back to my place."
"Will I finally get to see the batcave?" Klaus teased.
"It's not 'the batcave'. It's literally my basement that I have all my equipment in."
"So was the batcave," Klaus and Enzo chorused, again giving each other filthy looks after they'd spoken.
"Whatever. No. You can't see the control room. You have to rest, so you'll be restricted to just the bedroom."
"Oh, will I?" Klaus asked, his lips twitching.
"That is so not what I meant," Caroline grumbled before huffing and grabbing Klaus's arm, dragging him towards the front door of the warehouse, gesturing for Enzo to follow. "And anyway, I'm not Batman. I have actual superpowers. Batman just as billions of dollars and excellent abs."
"Whatever you say, love."
"Damn right," she mumbled, opening the passenger door to the car. "Enzo, you have to ride in the back."
"What, why?"
"Klaus has a concussion."
"He just said he was fine."
"No, mate, sorry, changed my mind."
"So you agree you have a concussion?" Caroline asked, sliding into the driver's seat as Klaus got in the passenger's side and Enzo sulked in the backseat.
"If that means that I don't have to ride in the backseat, then yes."
Caroline grinned as she looked in the rearview mirror and saw Enzo roll his eyes dramatically. "You can rest when we get back to my place," she said.
"I live there too, gorgeous."
"I know, Enzo. You know what I meant."
XXX
"Do you need anything? Water? Ibuprofen?"
"I'm fine, love," Klaus said a bit exasperatedly, toeing off his boots and unbuckling his jeans.
She gave him a sheepish smile and walked to the closet, digging through the back shelves for pajamas. "Sorry. I just don't want you to get sicker."
"I know, love."
He sat down on the bed, now in only his boxers, and she felt his eyes on her as she undressed, pulling on the first t-shirt she'd seen when she went through the closet, the hem barely covering her ass, letting a peek of blue lace dart out when she moved.
"Why do you have my shirt?" he asked.
She froze, looking down at herself and realizing that it was one of the shirts she mayormaynothave stolen from his house. "You left it here once," she said easily.
She'd never been good at lying, but it had been a skill that she had to perfect, and she'd worked very hard at it. However, all of that hard work seemed to have escaped her at this crucial moment.
"Caroline, the only times I've been here were for Rebekah's birthday parties, neither of which involved me undressing."
Caroline felt a heat spread across her cheeks, and Klaus gave her a wicked smirk. "Is this where my t-shirts go after you stay over?"
"You've ripped half my blouses, okay? I can't just walk around shirtless."
"No, I suppose not," he said, though he was smirking knowingly at her.
She walked over and laid down on top of the comforter. "Are you feeling tired?"
"Just a bit."
"Okay. I'm going to have to keep you awake then."
His lips twitched.
"What?" she asked, trying to fight down a smile herself.
"Nothing, love. I'm just wondering how you're planning on doing that."
"I don't know," she said, her voice taking a seductive lilt. "Any suggestions?"
He moved from his sitting position to lie down next to her, pulling her on top of him and kissing her, his hands stroking her back and waist as his lips moved against hers. She moaned into his mouth, shifting so that she was more comfortably pressing against him as she straddled him.
He pinched her waist, and she felt an ache begin to build in her lower belly. Klaus was growing hard against her inner thigh, and his body was radiating heat through the thin henley that she'd "borrowed" from him.
She pulled back, face flushed and lips slightly swollen from his kisses, and ran her hands over his chest. His hands stroked her thighs and ass, his nails raking lightly across her skin, and she shivered.
His hands skated over the skin of her back under the shirt before he tugged at the hem, raising his eyebrows in question. She pulled the shirt away and he immediately tangled his fingers in her hair, pulling her lips down to meet his again, his other hand cupping her breast, tweaking her nipples between eager fingers. Caroline dug her fingernails into Klaus's shoulders, rolling her hips against his, and he groaned into her mouth, biting down on her lower lip lightly with his teeth.
She felt her core ache with need, and she pulled back from him and moaned when his hand moved from her breast to slip beneath the lace covering her. He brushed his fingertips against her center, and she swore under her breath as he pushed them inside her, curling his fingers slightly to brush pleasurably against her walls.
"Klaus…"
"Do you like that, love?"
She nodded, gritting her teeth as she reached down to pull his hand away. "Yes, but you're doing all the work. You're supposed to be resting."
He grinned, moving his hand back to her breasts, brushing the slick trails of her arousal from his fingers to her breasts as he tweaked her nipples before moving to lick it away, his tongue drawing he most embarrassingly wanton sounds from her as he flicked his tongue against her sensitive skin.
"Klaus, really…"
"What, love? Really, I'm perfectly fine."
She pushed him away gently and tugged off her panties, throwing them away before sliding his boxers down his body as well and wrapping her hand around his hard cock, her thumb brushing over the tip, making him groan her name.
"Let me do the work."
He swore softly as she stroked him a few times, his hips jerking against her hand, before she crawled completely on top of him again, her lips pressing against his before she pulled back to sink on top of him.
She moaned loudly as his cock filled her, and she let her fingernails dig into his chest, enjoying the way his eyes closed and his mouth dropped open slightly when she clenched around him. She gave them both a moment to adjust before she began to rock against him, and his hips were soon moving to meet hers as she rode him.
Their pace became more frenzied by the second, and he gripped her hips harshly to pull her down on him more roughly, his cock slamming into her hard and fast as her breasts bounced slightly while she panted out his name, his fingertips almost guaranteed to leave bruises on her skin.
Her orgasm built quickly and intensely, the coil of pressure tightening in her lower belly as she listened to him groan and swear under his breath. His cock hit her in just the right places to make her writhe on top of him, the feeling of him filling her so completely and perfectly making the movements of her hips speed up even more, and she wasn't quite sure when she'd started telling him to move faster and harder but she was aware of her own screams and pleading for more echoing off the walls of the bedroom and the satisfied smirk spreading across his face as she rode him.
She could feel herself approaching her peak a she bounced on top of him, and she reached down to rub her clit, smiling as she saw his dark eyes focused on the movements of her fingers as she pleasured herself while rolling her hips against his and murmuring how perfect he felt filling her.
She felt the tension snap in her, the sensation of release spreading across her body as she rode him through her orgasm, her fingernails scratching down his chest over his nipples, making him groan as she moaned his name.
He came soon after, his hands pressing even more tightly into her hips as he pulled her down harshly on top of him, fucking her hard as he spilled inside her. She fell to slump on top of him a few moments later, both of their sweat-slicked bodies shaking with their ragged breathing.
"Thank you again, love."
"For?" she panted.
"Saving me."
"Was that my thank-you fuck?"
"Do those exist?"
"I think we just had one, so yeah."
"I don't think I've thanked you enough then, love."
"I don't think you could ever thank me enough."
Hello! I'd like to request a drabble with a Viking Klaus. Seeing that I don't have your creative writing talent (at all) I can't really say much more than that. I just thought it would be a fun idea, since it sort of fits the time period the Originals were humans. A chauvinistic Viking Klaus would be fun to read, I guess. And since you are the smut fairy, smut is always appreciated. :) Thank you in advance (if you don't write it, it's fine too, I'm still your fan :))
"Caroline?"
Caroline looked up from the dress she'd been trying to mend (she'd never been much good at sewing) to see her husband walk in, and she nodded. "Klaus."
He didn't continue the conversation, such that it was, simply letting his eyes wander towards the hearth. "I haven't started yet," she said, answering his unasked question about where the food was.
"Why not?"
"Your whore was interfering," she said, turning back to her sewing.
"Don't be angry, my love," Klaus said cajolingly, and she could hear the smile in his voice as he came to sit next to her. "If her presence distresses you, you need only to ask for her to be taken away."
"You'll just get another one," Caroline said, trying to keep her voice light.
"I have said this many times, Caroline, but if you require me to remind you, I shall do so: I shall only take another woman to my bed for so long as you refuse to take me to yours."
"I don't care if you take another woman, I care if she interferes with my duties," Caroline said with as much dignity as she could muster.
Truthfully, the only thing standing between them was Caroline's pride. Klaus had pursued her hand relentlessly when she reached marrying age, and it took her father very little time to agree. Marriages were not meant to be love matches, of that she was certain, and she had been relieved at first when their betrothal was announced, as Klaus was not a violent man.
However, when they were married, she'd initially loathed him, simply because of his arrogance and temper (though he'd never directed it at her). However, he had, for some reason she still couldn't put her finger on, decided to try to nurture their marriage to become a loving one.
When she'd told him very firmly that she had no intention of allowing him access to her body for anything other than conceiving a child, Klaus had responded by shrugging and saying that he could wait for her to 'come around'.
The arrogance of that statement still made her blood boil.
Despite this, they had developed what could be described as a friendly working relationship, and she no longer shook his hand off when he rested it against her arm or ignored him when he spoke to her. He was much more accommodating of her wishes than most of the other men were to their wives in the village, and he would often ask her to play board games at night after dinner while they talked.
She was pulled out of her thoughts by Klaus covering her hand with his, pulling it away from the dress she'd been mending. "I think you do care, Caroline."
She shrugged. "It is not my place to say so. Most of the men keep women to warm their beds, and I should simply count myself lucky that you do not force me to come to you at night as well."
"Perhaps," he agreed, rubbing the back of her hand briefly with his thumb. "However, if she is distressing you, then that is distressing to me. You are my wife, and your happiness is important to me."
"Really? Because this is the first I've heard of that particular value."
He chuckled, letting go of her hand, making her suddenly very aware of how warm his skin had been against hers. "It has always been my wish that you are content here, Caroline. I may have never said it, but you know as well as I that my feelings for you are strong, and will most likely always remain so."
She let her lips form a small smile. "So you say, Klaus."
"Now, what exactly did she do?"
"She attempted to overstep her bounds and prepare your meal, and she burned it," Caroline said, still more than a little irritated at the woman's incompetence.
"Ah," Klaus said simply, patting her knee and rising. "Well, I suppose that means the evening meal will be late tonight?"
"Do you only think about eating food when you come home from the fields for the night?" she asked exasperatedly, looking up at him and blushing when a lecherous grin stretched over his face.
"Perhaps not only food. There are other delicious things to indulge in after all."
She scoffed, turning back to her mending. "Well, you're free to indulge your wishes elsewhere, husband."
He sighed. "If only I were able to do it here," he said, tugging a lock of hair that had fallen loose from the knot she'd arranged her hair in that morning. "I doubt I shall tonight, in any case. The woman I wish for is as stubborn as she is beautiful."
His gaze was dark and lustful, and she'd known that he was losing his patience with her constant rejection of him. She was his wife, and that came with certain expectations. She had no doubt that he would soon lose his patience completely, and she didn't want to get to that point. He'd made his position on the issue clear to her. He had feelings for her, and he was willing to give her some time to come to terms with their marriage. She wanted to come to him on her terms, but it looked like time for that was running out.
A week passed, and her husband's bed-slave had been sold, though he hadn't bought another yet. She knew that most men had them, but she couldn't help the flash of jealousy that stabbed her in the heart every time she thought of Klaus bedding another woman while Caroline sat just outside with only a thin wall shielding her from the sight.
She woke one morning to Klaus stroking her cheek lightly. "Klaus?" she asked sleepily, sitting up.
"I am off to the village in a few moments," he said.
He did this every time he was off to purchase another bed-slave, usually after she'd expressed her annoyance with the last one (it wasn't her fault he seemed to have steadily deteriorating taste). He meant to give her the option of stopping him before he left. She opened her mouth to tell him, as she always did, that he shouldn't bother waking her up to say something, but an entirely different set of words escaped her.
"Don't go."
He looked about as shocked as she felt, and he raised his eyebrows. "Don't...go?"
"Do you love me, Klaus?"
"Yes," he said simply, almost impatiently. "I have told you so many times. Why do you ask?"
"Are you angry with me for not coming to you?" she asked, ignoring his question.
"Yes," he said honestly. "Why? Have you finally decided to fulfill your responsibilities as my wife?"
Caroline bristled at his words, not pleased with being reminded that she had been given a lot of leeway already, and took a deep breath. She bit her lip, letting her gaze lock with his, and she hesitantly cupped his cheeks with her hands, pulling his lips to hers.
She felt an odd jolt settle just beneath her skin, her hair standing on end as she wound her fingers into the fabric of his tunic, his warmth bleeding through their clothes. She felt his stubble scratch against her cheek as he let his lips brush against her skin.
They'd only had sex once, on their wedding night, and she remembered it as slightly painful and more than a bit anxiety-producing. This was different, though, his lips, teeth, and tongue making pleasurable trails across her sensitive skin, making her shiver.
His hands moved lightly up and down her legs, the light touch from his fingertips sending pulses to a growing ache in the pit of her stomach. A breathless moan escaped her, and she could feel her face heat at the embarrassingly needy sound, though Klaus just smiled against her neck as his fingers stroked her skin, moving slowly to the apex of her thighs.
"Spread your legs for me, my love."
She moved slightly, parting her legs and gasping as Klaus circled her entrance with his fingertips, stroking her walls lightly, making her clench around him.
"Do you like that?" he asked.
She nodded, a small gasp escaping her.
"I have waited so long for this, wife. To hear your gasps of pleasure as I bring you to the edge. I will enjoy making you beg every time I touch you, seeing your eyes dark with want for me."
His fingers brushed against her clit, and she moaned loudly, pulling at his tunic.
"Your vows were to serve me and obey me. I haven't forgotten that, Caroline, though you appear to have the second you arrived home as my wife."
"Klaus, I–"
"Your responsibility is to pleasure me, my love. You swore obedience and then promptly went against my wishes. I wish to make up for lost time. I want to feel your hands across my skin."
She complied, trailing her hands across his back before she moved them below the fabric of his tunic. Her palms stroked along his muscled chest and stomach, exploring every inch of him that she could touch before letting her hands wander down to his erection, which was straining against the fabric of his pants, and he took in a sharp breath as she brushed her fingers along the bulge, his hips jerking towards her hand.
Caroline slipped her hand underneath the fabric, shooting Klaus a questioning look before continuing after he nodded, and he groaned as she wrapped her hand around him, brushing her thumb experimentally across the tip.
"Yes, just like that. Good girl."
He was hard and throbbing against her palm, and she could feel his hot breath coming out in pants against her neck as she stroked him. His hand was still moving languidly against her center, and she moaned loudly when he pushed a finger inside her and then another, stretching her, and she rubbed shamelessly against him, panting out his name.
He swore and pulled her hand away from him. She sent him a questioning look and he kissed her again, his lips harsh and possessive as they moved against hers, before pulling the front of her skirt up around her waist and sheathing himself inside her tight, wet heat.
His cock was pressing against her in all the right places, and she felt complete and whole as he started to move, their hips meeting as they found a rhythm, and he cupped her breast as he kissed her neck, running his teeth along her skin. She moaned loudly, her fingernails clawing at his back, and he pulled lightly at her legs, encouraging her to wrap her legs around him.
The change in angle allowed him to fill her more deeply, hitting just the right spot inside her to make her scream and writhe beneath him.
She felt her lower belly tighten as she tensed, a coil of pleasure building inside her, and her movements became more frenzied as she approached release. He seemed to realize that she was close because he whispered her name as he fucked her harder, telling her how excruciating the wait had been for her, but how absolutely worth the wait it was. How tight and hot she was around him and how beautiful her face looked as he moved inside her, her eyes dark and shining with desire and need while she moaned his name.
She felt the tension snap and she clenched around him, her body soon collapsing bonelessly underneath him as he continued to fuck her hard and fast, his eyes closed as he approached his peak.
He finally came inside of her with a low groan and slumped on top of her, completely sated, and she felt her sensitive nipples rub against his chest, making her shiver. He nuzzled her jaw with his nose, pressing a kiss to her skin, and she surprised both of them with her next words.
"I love you, Klaus."
"And I love you."
A/N: Thank you for reading! Any favorite parts or lines? Anything you didn't like so much? Let me know what you thought, because it's the only way I improve :)
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-Angie