A/N: Abridged summaries:
1. Sequel to Blank Space (Chapter 2)
2. Klaus and Caroline are interrupted in the middle of having some not-so-innocent fun. Smut.

Sequel to Blank Space

She said she'd be back someday.

Her promise was what got him through the night; the note she'd left was wrinkled but still legible in the drawer of their bedside table (he refused to think of it as 'his'). He had her followed and protected, and she either didn't know or ignored it (he was fairly certain it was the latter).

She had been away on her own for five years, and he had convinced himself that he shouldn't lose hope. He had promised forever and he intended on following through.

He still shattered his sister's expensive vases when he heard that Caroline had a fling, despite the fact that they were never serious (according to her bodyguards, at least).

He had kept her friend's body preserved by a witch that practiced traditional magic and had been searching for a witch that practiced expression. If he could just resurrect Lorenzo she might come back sooner than she would otherwise.

It was Kol who found the witch Klaus needed (it had taken forty years, but the brothers had mended their relationship to a point), and he flew the woman out to New Orleans, snapped the neck of a serial killer he'd turned, and when the man woke up, his soul was sacrificed to bring Caroline's friend back.

The man was recovering from his desiccation in a guest room.

The line was busy when he called her after making sure Lorenzo was provided an adequate amount of blood bags, and he was about to call his hybrid that was following her when he heard the key turn in the lock of the front door. "Rebekah, what do you-Caroline?"

She stood in the foyer, having handed off her suitcase to a hybrid with a thank you, her heels clicking on the marble tile as she walked toward him.

"Hi," she said, giving him a small smile.

"Caroline," he repeated, not bothering to keep the reverence from his voice, reaching to cup her cheek.

She leaned into his touch, moving to sling her arms around his neck, kissing him softly. "How did you get here so quickly? Last I heard, you were in Moscow."

"I was until yesterday. Drugged the bodyguard and took his phone. I wanted it to be a surprise."

"So you were already on your way?" he asked teasingly.

"Well, I was thinking about you last week, and I figured you suffered enough. I knew I wouldn't get over you, so there was no point in torturing both of us after I'd forgiven you. Enzo was my friend, but–"

"Are you saying you didn't hear? You came back on your own accord?"

"Um. Yeah. You sound surprised. Should I prepare myself for some emergency? Another blonde badly-dressed bartender?"

"No. The opposite, actually."

"What do you mean?" she asked, tilting her head to the side, and he was about to explain when he heard boots slapping against the floor.

"Hey, gorgeous."

"Enzo!" she said happily, breaking away from Klaus to give her friend a hug.

Klaus's eye twitched but he wasn't interested in another five years sans-Caroline, so he just watched as she practically vibrated with happiness. "Why didn't you tell me you were alive?"

"Because I didn't know until about fifteen minutes ago," he said. "Just woke up."

"Excellent timing as always, love."

She gave Klaus a bright smile, and he felt the air leave his lungs as he was attacked by a blonde projectile emitting a sound that was so high pitched that he wasn't sure he'd ever heard from a human before. He wrapped his arms around her, pressing a kiss to her forehead, "I missed you," he said, so quietly he was sure only she heard.

"I missed you too, Klaus."

"Are you done?" Enzo asked, and he felt Caroline snort against the skin of his neck as he stiffened.

"Not helping, Enzo."

Klaus resisted the urge to make an additional sarcastic comment, instead breathing in her scent, and reluctantly letting her disentangle herself.

"Enzo, do you want to stay here for awhile? I can get a hybrid to prepare you a guest room," Caroline suggested, sending Klaus a pointed glance.

"There are quite a few options. Shall I call someone to give you a tour?" Klaus asked reluctantly, figuring that the further he could get into Caroline's good graces, the better his life would be for the foreseeable future.

"Gorgeous, you've been here for less than ten minutes and you're already offering out rooms in a house that's not even yours? Quite confident."

She snorted. "Oh, this is my house. It's been my house for more than fifty years. Taking a long vacation doesn't change that. Right, Klaus?"

"Of course, sweetheart," he said indulgently, warmth blooming in his stomach as he reached to wrap an arm around her, resting his palm on her hip.

She flashed him a bright smile before turning back to Enzo. "So? Are you staying?"

"Is your boyfriend going to kill me again?"

Klaus snorted. "No. You'll find that I don't generally make the same mistake twice. Assuming you stay, of course."

"Right, then. I suppose I could stay for just a few weeks."

"Great. Klaus, call a hybrid to get him set up. I'm going to unpack. I'll probably take a shower too, since I smell like plane. Come up when you're done?"

"Of course, love," he said as Caroline's insufferable friend gagged exaggeratedly.

XXX

It had been two weeks since Caroline had returned, and Caroline had spent the majority of it with her friend (pointing out that she was promised forever and could he please stop giving Enzo the evil eye because he would only be around for so long).

He was therefore surprised when she wandered into his studio when she was supposed to be out with Enzo that night.

Her hair was damp from the shower, and she was wearing one of his larger shirts and some tight, tiny boy shorts, exposing her long, creamy legs. She walked up next to him, observing the painting he was in the middle of.

He broke the silence first. "Hello, love."

"Hey," she said softly, though she didn't seem upset. "Can we talk?"

Klaus froze, knowing that the phrase didn't often bode well, and she sighed. "It's not bad. Well, not necessarily. I just want to talk about the letters."

"Letters?" he asked, knowing exactly what she was talking about, but wanting to clarify anyway.

"The ones from your past...people. Where do you keep them?"

"I packed them away after you left."

"Did you pack away mine?"

"No, of course not. It's in the drawer of our bedside table."

"Why?" she asked, and he set his paintbrush down, turning to face her.

"You were different."

"How?"

"I never loved any of them," he said simply, and she smiled slightly.

"It's creepy, though. To keep them, I mean. Why do it if they weren't important to you?"

"It is a bit creepy, I suppose," he said, giving her a dimpled smile, though she didn't return it, making his expression falter. "They were important in that they reminded me that I was capable of feeling something. That I had some humanity left in me. And, to some extent, that it was possible for someone else to feel something for me."

She nodded slowly. "Like Alfonzo?"

"Is that some judgment I'm sensing?"

"Not at all," she said calmly, before she smirked, giving him a teasing smile. "How do you feel about threesomes?"

"You've been here two weeks and you already want to see someone else," he said long-sufferingly, only half-teasing, and she poked him in the arm, glaring at him.

"Nope. I was promised everything I wanted in life. You can't take it back."

"As I recall, I just wanted you to tell me about everything you wanted in life," he said dryly.

"Right, well, we both know it was so you could make it all happen. Denial just slows down the process."

He snorted, not answering verbally, but pulled her to him, her soft curves pressed against him, and she looped her arms around his neck, burying her face against him. "Seriously though, if you don't want to that's fine."

"Well, I suppose we have eternity for me to decide, don't we?" he asked, unable to keep the hesitancy from his voice.

"Damn right. Unless you kill my friend again. Or do something else equally heinous. I reserve the right to take more extended no-contact vacations should I deem it necessary."

He hummed, nosing at her temple, his lips brushing against her ear as he spoke. "Well, I'll just have to make sure that you won't feel that it's necessary, I suppose."

"You know, I could take that as being incredibly stalker-ish."

"I've always been incredibly 'stalker-ish'," he said, and he felt her smile against his skin.

"I guess that's true. Not an attractive trait, by the way."

"Well, it worked."

"You know, suddenly I'm feeling like you haven't groveled quite enough," she said, starting to disentangle herself, but he held fast, his palms squeezing her hips lightly.

"I disagree. I've waited quite awhile for you, Caroline. I have no intention of letting you go now."

"Show me."

He pressed his lips softly against hers, and the kiss quickly turned passionate and frenzied, fabric ripping and hands wandering.

XXX

"You didn't have to get me a present, love."

"It's been seventy-five years, and you always get me one."

"I suppose," he said as he ripped the paper from the box, opening it and frowning. "What's this?"

"A letter, obviously. From me."

"I know, Caroline. I meant to ask what it's for."

"To hang in our bedroom."

"Why?"

"You said you keep the letters because they remind you that you're loved. I never want you to forget that."

Tyler tries to have a revenge against Klaus and goes to his house only to find Caroline all tied up in the basement. He thinks Klaus is torturing her, but they are just having some fun ;)

Caroline shifted, rubbing her thighs together as she arched her back against the stone of the wall. She could balance her weight on the soles of her feet, but her wrists were still fastened securely above her head.

She could feel the ache pulsing in her center, her arousal slick on her thighs, and she whimpered as her nipples pebbled against her blouse from the cold air of the basement.

"Comfortable, love?" Klaus asked, leaning against the opposite wall.

She shivered from the way he spoke to her, the dark caress of his voice around the endearment, and moaned softly, despite the room being soundproofed so his siblings wouldn't overhear their alone time.

They'd been in the basement for a good hour now. Klaus had barely touched her, only running his fingers lightly along the inside of her thighs under her skirt or pinching her nipples through the thin fabric of her blouse. Most of it had been spent with him describing everything he wanted to do to her, the ways he wanted to pleasure every part of her body until she screamed.

Klaus could make almost anything arousing for her, but dirty talk was above all one of the things that made her core ache the most, that made her beg for him, and he liked it when she begged.

She knew that he loved how the tables turned when they were hidden alone together in their little playroom, the way his strong, demanding queen became putty in his hands for him to play with. All the time he'd spent trying (and failing) to seduce her became worth it when she pleaded with him to give her more.

"No," she said softly, trying to get any kind of friction against her aching heat. "I'm not comfortable."

"That's a pity."

He was smirking and she fought down a scowl. They made a game of it, really. How long could he tease her before she confessed that she wanted him, how long did it take for her to break down completely, to spread her legs and beg him to fuck her…

She bit her lip, gathering herself and refusing to say any more, and his gaze darkened.

"Tell me what you want," he ordered, almost nose to nose with her in only a few short strides.

She shook her head.

"Don't you want to be a good girl for me? Good girls get rewards, love, you know that. Don't you want to be rewarded?"

"Yes."

"You've already been a bit naughty today, haven't you? We wouldn't want to continue that trend, would we? I might have to punish you."

She frowned, trying to remember if she'd actually broken a rule, and he smirked, seeming to sense her train of thought.

"You were wandering around all day in a skirt that barely covers your arse, and it was ever so tempting, especially since I knew that you didn't have a single scrap of fabric beneath it. Isn't that right?"

She bit her lip and nodded. "Yes…" she said slowly, trying to figure out what was wrong.

"You teased me, love," he said quietly, his voice husky and full of want.

"I'm sorry," she said, her breath catching at the end as he moved toward her, trailing his finger just a hair's breadth away from her folds.

There was a loud banging sound as the door flew open, and both of them looked up in alarm, and Caroline screamed as Tyler came barrelling in.

"Oh my god," she screamed as Tyler knocked Klaus over (only having the upper hand because of the unexpectedness of his arrival), and Klaus soon had Tyler pinned to the wall, eyes yellow, fangs out.

She shouted the safe word and the enchanted shackles unlocked, letting her down. She swayed a bit on her unsteady legs before fighting down her mortification at how she'd been found tied up to a wall, probably reeking of sex with Klaus's hand up her skirt (though she really had nothing to be ashamed of, since Tyler had barged the fuck in), before tuning into the conversation.

"What the fuck were you doing to her?" Tyler was shouting, fighting against Klaus's grip.

To his credit, Klaus was calmly letting Tyler attempt to scratch and bite to his heart's content while Caroline gathered herself.

"Were you torturing her?" Tyler continued. "Caroline, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Tyler," she snapped. "Well, I was fine until you came barging in and interrupted. What the fuck are you doing here?"

He froze, eyes wide. "What do you mean you're fine? He was torturing you."

"I don't know when fingering me became synonymous with torture, but if that's what it means, then yes."

Klaus choked out a laugh, and Tyler bared his teeth. "You compelled her!"

"No he didn't, you ass. I live here," Caroline said. "Seriously though, Tyler. What are you doing here?"

"He came to kill me," Klaus said calmly.

"No he didn't, Klaus. Give him some credit. He's not an idiot."

Klaus rolled his eyes. "No, I heard about it last week, actually."

"And you didn't tell me?"

He shrugged, turning to her, still pinning Tyler to the wall with one hand while the other moved to his pocket where his phone was, pulling it out. "Of course not. If I told you every time I got a death threat we'd never stop talking about it."

"But it's Tyler. I know him."

"Well, I had no way of knowing that he was serious about it, or if he'd get this far. How did you get in here anyway, mate?"

"I'm not your mate," Tyler growled.

Klaus opened his mouth to respond, but Caroline huffed and interrupted before the inevitable, 'No, Caroline's my mate' came out. "Tyler, I'm fine. Klaus and I are in a relationship. As you might remember, usually when people are in relationships, they have sex. Until you rudely interrupted, we were on our way to doing that."

Klaus's eyes went dark, and she recognized the flash of jealousy that appeared for just a moment on his face. Caroline huffed, crossing her arms. "Look, I think this was just a huge misunderstanding. Tyler obviously doesn't want to kill someone important to me, so why don't you let him go and we'll put this behind us."

"No," both hybrids said at the same time before glaring at each other.

"He killed my Mom, Care."

"He's trying to kill me, sweetheart."

Caroline huffed as they continued to talk over each other. Ugh. Men.

"I don't want to hear it. Tyler, don't try to kill him again, okay? It's dangerous and he won't die, so there's no point. Klaus, let him go so he can leave."

Klaus gave her a reproachful look as he dropped Tyler, who collapsed to the ground.

"He tried to kill me," Klaus repeated petulantly.

"Yeah, well, so have I. Tyler, out."

Caroline pinned them both with her death glare until Tyler had left and Klaus met her gaze, his arms crossed over his chest. "We need to get a lock for the door," he said, and she rolled her eyes. "And we should resume our previous activities, I think."

"No, really?"

"Don't talk back to me," he said dangerously, advancing on her, and she flushed, feeling the ache of arousal build again quickly at the apex of her thighs.

She backed up against the wall, moaning softly as he pressed himself against her, pinning her to the wall. "I'm sorry," she whispered as he nuzzled her cheek, his breath hot on her jaw.

"Are you, love?"

"Yes."

"Show me."

She gasped as his hand moved between her legs, his fingers trailing around her entrance. "Klaus…"

"Spread your legs for me, love. Yes, just like that. You're mine, Caroline. I don't want to hear another word about anything you did with the Lockwood boy."

"Jealous?" she asked, her eyelids fluttering closed as he pushed two fingers inside of her, his teeth scraping down her neck.

"Not at all. I have no doubt that you want me. You do, after all, beg me for my cock inside you every other day."

She moaned softly as he hooked his fingers just right to brush against her g-spot, and her knees buckled as she grabbed his shoulders tightly for balance.

"Does that feel good, love?"

"God, yes."

"You're so beautiful when you're flushed and wet for me, love. Do you want to come around my cock? Wrap your legs around my waist while I fuck you until you scream?"

She nodded, arching her back as he pulled his fingers away, positioning himself at her entrance before pushing inside of her. He fucked her hard and fast, the rock of the wall making pleasurably painful scratches against her back as his cock hit her in all of the right places.

She could feel her orgasm building quickly in her lower belly, and he whispered in her ear how beautiful she looked and how much he loved the way she felt around him. He told her how he could never get enough of her, and how he loved the sounds she made when she begged.

"You're mine, Caroline," he whispered as she writhed against him, her fingernails digging into his shoulders.

She nodded furiously as she came and he fucked her through her orgasm, her nails clawing at his back as she screamed his name.

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