Abridged summaries:
1. Sequel to Cassandra Clare of Carolines (Ch 78). No explicit smut, but not exactly SFW.
2. Caroline is staying at her best friend Elijah's house, and she's alone there with his brother Klaus when they lose power. Smut.

Drabble request: More Klaro-sexting I beg of you. :)

She woke to Klaus's stubble brushing against her jaw as he kissed her neck, and she sighed, shifting closer to him.

"You fell asleep on me, love. Did you have a nice nap?"

"What time is it?" she asked grumpily, pulling the comforter more tightly around them and snuggling into his chest.

"Half eight," he said, smiling against her neck. "I have to go soon. I'm meeting Aurora for a drink."

"Is it to inform her that she should be moving on?" she teased, perfectly aware that Klaus had no interest in the other girl.

Klaus pulled back to give her a sort of long-suffering look, his hand stroking the small of her back. "Unfortunately no, love. She has valuable information."

Caroline shifted to press a kiss to the tattoo on his shoulder. "Okay. I'll just go window shopping, since I'm sure nothing's open this late, and–"

"Actually, if you'd like to come, that might be preferable."

"Why?"

"She most likely knows that you're here. News spreads quickly. It would be better to establish that I'm not hiding you away for your protection."

"You want her to think that you don't care about me so that no one will hurt me?" Caroline asked dryly, and he sighed.

"Unless you'd like me to lock you away for your safety in a different city, if not a different state, then yes."

"Not happening," she said firmly.

"Well, you're not exactly safe by yourself, love."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You're young, sweetheart. Barely even two years old. Practically every vampire is older than you, and therefore stronger. Faster. You're vulnerable."

"You don't think I could take you?" she asked teasingly, rolling on top of him to straddle him, her hands brushing up his stomach to rest on his chest.

The look he gave her made her burst into giggles.

"Perhaps, if only because I refuse to hurt you," he said, his hands moving to stroke her hips, making small circles on her pelvic bone with his thumbs.

"But if you wanted to?"

"I'll never want to," he said firmly, moving one hand to tangle in her hair and pulling her down to kiss her heatedly.

She moaned into his mouth, her hands moving to cup his cheeks, thumbs stroking the stubble on his jaw. He flipped them over, pinning her wrists above her head with a wicked grin on his face before bending to nuzzle her cheek.

"I wasn't ready."

He laughed quietly, nipping her earlobe.

"Perhaps you can attempt to best me later."

"Attempt? I don't lose."

"But would being pinned underneath me while I fill you with my cock really be losing, love?"

"Maybe. Maybe not. I guess we'll have to see when you get back."

"When we get back," he corrected.

"I'm not going. I don't want to see her sticky hands all over you. She's like the Spiderman 3 of Love Interests."

Her words surprised a laugh out of him, and he rolled away to lay against the pillows, pulling her close, his fingers making lazy circles against the skin of her hips. "How will you stay safe?"

She rolled her eyes. "I'm sure it'll be fine. I'll just stay in the hotel room, okay?"

"Fine, as long as you text me to say you're alive every fifteen minutes," he said immediately.

"You're funny. Really."

"Just concerned for you, love."

She huffed, moving to rest her head against his shoulder. "Every half hour, but you have to agree that if I miss it, you'll wait five minutes before you call in the cavalry. It'll be really boring, so I might get sucked into cat videos."

"So, I should expect one every thirty-five minutes, then?" he asked dryly.

She just gave him a smile and bent to kiss him again before turning to grab her phone from where she'd plugged it in to charge and checking the time. "Do you want to use the shower before you go?"

"Are you saying I smell?" he asked teasingly, moving out of the bed, not bothering to cover himself.

"I mean, if you want to go meet a woman you're trying to seduce with my scent all over you, you can feel free. I'm not sure how effective it would be, though."

He laughed. "I suppose you're right."

She trusted him completely, knew that he'd never go back on his promise from earlier that night. Klaus was many things, but she disloyal was not one of them. Despite the fact that his perception of loyalty was a bit skewed (daggering his siblings to keep them safe rather than actually talking to them like an adult, for instance), he would never cheat on her.

"We're together, right?" she asked abruptly as Klaus touched the doorknob to walk into the bathroom.

"I told you that you were mine, sweetheart. Now that you've come, I will never let you go."

XXX

Klaus kissed Caroline on the cheek when he came out of the bathroom, smiling when she mumbled something about an evil overlord walking into a bar, and redressed before he bid her goodbye, quickly checking the time on his phone before walking to the nearby Steakhouse in the French Quarter to meet Aurora.

He hadn't realized how much he'd missed Caroline until the moment he saw her face when she'd walked into the bar, and now that she'd arrived, he wasn't sure how he'd ever get her out of his head.

Not that he wanted to.

He stuffed his hands in his jacket pockets as he walked at a leisurely pace, pushing the restaurant door open with his shoulder and preparing himself to seduce Aurora as though his heart was in it.

"Nik."

Klaus nearly winced at the familiar nickname being used by her as he turned to face Aurora, who was standing expectantly beside him, a brightly-colored cocktail that she'd most likely compelled from the wait staff raised to her lips as she eyed him.

"Aurora."

"You came," she said, a small smile on her face as she trailed a finger down his chest. He let her, despite every part of him wanting to throw her against a wall, rip out her heart, and leave.

"Of course. You asked to see me. Why wouldn't I?"

"I thought you might be busy with the little blonde thing that I was told you met in a bar. Apparently you seemed quite...friendly."

"Oh, Aurora, you must know that she means nothing to me. Simply a dalliance I had on my path back to you."

The words he spoke tasted sour in his mouth, and he had to fight to sound sincere, imagine Caroline's face in front of him to keep the heat in his eyes. Yes, he'd been fond of Aurora once, but Caroline…He loved her.

Or, at least, he loved her as much as he could love anyone.

"If you say so, I suppose that I must believe you."

"Would you like to sit?" he asked, pulling out a chair for her.

"Yes, thank you."

His phone buzzed, and he pulled it out of his coat to check the text, swiping out of his lock screen and typing the passcode.

"Sorry, love. I may have to check my phone every so often. I am receiving updates on a situation occurring across town that is of the utmost importance."

"And yet you're here. With me," Aurora said, giving him a sweet smile.

"Of course," he said, glancing at the text.

Klaus was barely able to keep his face straight as he saw that Caroline had taken a photo of herself in profile.

Her face was out of the frame, but he could see the ends of her hair spread around her, her legs tangled in the sheets. She'd positioned the camera so that he could see his release still dried on her inner thighs, the curve of her arse emphasized by the arch of her back, and he felt his cock twitch in his jeans.

It was accompanied by a short message.

[From: Caroline]: I'm bored.

"Nik?" Aurora asked from across the table, and he casually typed his reply before pocketing his phone again.

[To: Caroline]: Don't tempt me to entertain you, sweetheart.

He tuned back into what Aurora was saying, easily falling back into the cycle of manipulation. He prodded her gently for information, cataloguing every detail of her responses and filing them away for further thought.

A few minutes later he felt his phone buzz again. Shooting an apologetic look at Aurora. he opened the phone again.

[From: Caroline]: But it would be so much fun.

[From: Caroline]: Or I could just entertain myself. Do you want me to pretend my fingers are your cock, Klaus?

[From: Caroline]: My hotel room will hear how much I want you to fuck me, but unless you're here, you won't.

He could feel himself hardening, and he resisted the urge to shift slightly in his seat. Perhaps Caroline particularly enjoyed leaving him aroused and wanting for her while he was attempting to seduce another woman for information. He liked her little displays of possessiveness, he had to admit (and it was nothing compared to what he'd do if she were in his situation, he knew).

[To: Caroline]: I suppose you'll just have to show me what I'm missing when I get back.

"So, love. Tell me more about this prophecy."

She bit her lip and was about to answer when the waiter came up to them, asking them what they'd like to eat.

After they'd ordered, his phone buzzed again. He ignored Aurora's exasperated glare as he opened the phone again to see a picture of Caroline with her eyes half closed as she rubbed her clit. He grit his teeth and was about to pocket it without answering in hopes of cooling down a bit before he thought better of it.

[To: Caroline]: I'll send someone to take you to the manor. I've had a room prepared for you on the fourth floor, but if you'd rather wait in mine it should be obvious which one it is.

Caroline couldn't take naughty pictures of herself when in transit. Well, she could, but he doubted she would.

[To: Camille]: I'm sorry about earlier this evening, love. Caroline is an important ally, and I couldn't afford to offend her. I'm sure you understand. Mind picking her up at the hotel and bringing her to the manor? I'll send you the address of her hotel.

[From: Camille]: We'll have to talk about it later. It seems like you might be projecting your tendency for petty displays of insecurity when you're upset onto her. Sure, though. I'll pick her up.

[To: Camille]: Thank you, love.

[To: Caroline]: Camille will come to pick you up. Be nice.

[From: Caroline]: If I'm not, will you punish me? Are you into spanking, Klaus? Do you want to paint my ass red with your hand?

[To: Caroline]: I'd rather reward you for good behavior, love.

[To: Caroline]: But if you're willing, I'd love to see you bent over for me, dripping wet and begging for every single strike. Would you like that as your reward?

"Everything all right, Nik?"

He looked up to see Aurora with her eyebrow raised, and he nodded. "Everything's just fine, love. Just some trouble downtown."

"Perhaps we should take this conversation somewhere else, then?"

Her tone was seductive, and he frowned. "I need your information first."

"Oh, but Nik...We could have so much fun. Wouldn't you love to coax it out of me? I recall your tongue was most effective at drawing confessions from my lips."

"As much as I've missed your taste, Aurora, you'll excuse me if I do not trust you."

"I suppose," she said, bringing a glass to her lips and sipping from it. "I'll start from the beginning, then."

"That's generally an excellent starting point, yes."

XXX

Caroline showered quickly and packed in record time, hoping that Camille wouldn't be in a hurry to pick her up.

Would it be immensely satisfying to greet the other girl with tangled hair while dripping with Klaus's scent? Yes.

Would it hinder his goal of maintaining Camille as an ally? Most definitely.

Yes, Caroline had the tendency to be a bit petty, but Camille had been punished enough for having good taste, and it wasn't classy to rub it in.

And, in Caroline's humble opinion, she was classy as fuck.

She'd also been there before, and she knew how much it hurt to see someone you cared for care so much about someone else.

Camille knocked on the door just a few minutes later, and Caroline looked through the peephole to double-check who it was before opening the door.

"Hi," she said cheerfully, noting the forced smile on the other girl's face.

"Hello."

"I think we might have gotten off on the wrong foot earlier at the bar. Can we start over? I'm Caroline," she said, sticking her hand out.

Camille gave her a small smile and nodded, shaking her hand. "Camille."

Caroline gave the other girl her best pageant smile. "So? Ready to go?"

The other girl nodded, and Caroline followed her out the door. They made small talk as they walked to the car, and Caroline tried to take in as much of the scenery as possible as they drove to Klaus's mansion. When they got there, Camille excused herself, saying she had homework to do, and Caroline bid her goodbye before walking into the house.

The place looked like a large, old mansion from the outside, but the foyer was all smooth wood and rich leather, beautiful paintings hanging on the walls with gauzy curtains floating around the windows. There appeared to be a sitting room through an archway on one side, the other leading to what was clearly the kitchen.

There was a wide staircase to the next floor, and she climbed it to the fourth floor, walking down the short hallway to a beautifully furnished bedroom, which was attached to a large bathroom and what she assumed was a closet.

She opened the door to investigate and decided that it couldn't be called a closet when it was the size of her childhood bedroom (and had enough clothes to fill a small boutique).

Caroline began to look through the racks of dresses and opening the drawers, mostly out of curiosity, before allowing herself a mischievous smile when she slid open one of the dressers to find a variety of lingerie sets, most of which fit her tastes.

XXX

Klaus listened intently to Aurora's story, trying to detect any hint of deception, nothing that she'd most likely left out a few details.

"Please, love. Tell me more about the wording," he said, feeling his phone buzz in his pocket again and pulling out to glance at it.

Caroline had clearly decided to change into something from the admittedly boutique-sized closet. Her damp blonde curls were sticking to her face as she bit her lip, somehow angling the phone to take a shot of her in just a pair of very high black stilettos and a matching set of lacy lingerie.

[From: Caroline]: I found the clothes you bought me. Should I think it's creepy that they fit?

[To: Caroline]: If you don't like them I'm happy to help you remove them later.

[From: Caroline]: I like them a lot, actually.

Before he could respond, she sent another message.

[From: Caroline]: this is only the first set, though. I'll need to try them all on.

She was trying to kill him.

He listened to Aurora for a few more minutes, for some reason not enjoying the manipulation as much as he used to, and the last straw was the next text he got from Caroline, which was a picture of her in a different lingerie set, spread across the comforter with her wrists over her head, bound with what looked like one of his ties.

[From: Caroline]: I'm waiting for you.

A plan quickly hatched in his mind, and he let another five minutes pass, trying to subtly indicate interest in Aurora as she finished the story (or, at least, the bare bones of what she was willing to reveal) before letting his lips curl into a small smile. "Thank you for the information, love. It was most illuminating."

"Will you walk me home?" she asked, and he nodded.

"How could I resist such an offer? Shall we?"

He stood and offered his arm, smirking when she took it.

She kissed him as soon as they were out the door, and he put his hands on her hips, keeping her body away from his as he sped them back to the mansion. He pressed her against the wall and let his fangs descend, sinking them into her neck.

Fuck diplomacy.

He smirked when he found that she wasn't on vervain, and pulled back when she screamed in surprise, observing the wound that was now festering on her pale skin.

"Now, Aurora, I'm going to have to ask you to answer a few questions. Truthfully, this time."

She immediately tried to run, and he laughed, cold and cruel, catching her wrist and pulling her back to him.

"Now, I didn't want to do this love, but I'm going to have to ask you to be a good girl and sit on that couch over there. Don't try to escape or get help. If you answer my questions truthfully, I'll cure you."

She repeated his orders as the compulsion took effect before walking to sit down on the couch, glaring at him.

He questioned her efficiently, not bothering to be subtle about his aims, and when he'd gotten all the information he could, he walked to her.

"Hold still."

She froze, and he dug his hand into her chest.

"Nik, what–-what are you doing? You said you'd cure me."

"I lied."

Her heart fell to the floor with a disgusting but satisfying squelch, and he decided that he'd clean up later. He had more important matters to attend to.

Hello. I'm a really big fan of your writing. Caroline is Elijah's best friend (they're older than klaus for like a few years ) and Klaus has a crush on her since he could remember. Smut please. Hihi.

"Yes, brother. It's perfectly all right," Klaus said exasperatedly, switching the phone to his other ear as he re-checked his suitcases and prepared to carry them down to his car to drive the seven hours to Mystic Falls, Virginia for summer holiday.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm perfectly happy for Caroline to stay with us for the summer, and yes, Kol can move into my room while she's there, and yes, I promise not to kill Kol. I will be home by this evening provided traffic is reasonable. Any other questions?"

"Not at all," Elijah said mildly. "I'll leave you to your packing."

"Thank you," Klaus said grumpily, hanging up on Elijah without another word.

It wasn't that he was opposed to Caroline staying with them for the summer. He liked Caroline quite a lot, in fact.

One could even say that he liked her a bit too much.

She and Elijah might have the most boring friendship known to human existence, in Klaus's humble opinion, but Caroline was beautiful and had a sharp tongue. He'd always enjoyed irritating her just to see her riled up.

He had liked her for as long as he'd known her, and he felt like the feeling was starting to be mutual now that she was seeing him as more than Elijah's irritating (but charming!) brother.

He did, indeed, arrive in the evening, and found Caroline and Elijah on the couch in the living room. Caroline was eating popcorn and watching a movie while Elijah read a book, and they both looked up when he entered.

"Hey," she said cheerfully, standing up and giving him a brilliant smile and pulling him in for a hug.

Her curves were warm and soft against his body, and she hugged him for just a bit longer than was probably socially appropriate before pulling back. "How was your year?"

"Fine, thank you love."

"Welcome home, Niklaus."

"Hello, brother," Klaus said, nodding at Elijah.

"Do you need help unpacking?" Caroline asked.

Klaus shook his head. The last thing he needed was for Caroline to find his sketches of her, and thanked her politely before carrying the suitcases containing his clothing upstairs, having left the ones with room decorations in the trunk of the car.

When he entered his room, he found Kol stretched out on his bed, XBox controller in hand. "Oi, mate. Off my bed."

"First come first serve, Nik."

Klaus glowered at him, and Kol sighed, getting off the bed and flopping down on the air mattress that had been set up for him.

"So. Caroline's here."

"I'm aware."

"She's a pretty little thing."

"I'm aware," Klaus said again. "She's also four years older than you."

"But only two older than you, Nik. And you've been carrying a torch for her forever."

Klaus didn't bother to deny it, instead unpacking his clean clothing in the dresser.

"I can help."

Klaus froze. "Pardon?"

"I know that it sounds like a terrible idea on its face," Kol said calmly, "However, I get great joy from Rebekah giving Caroline the evil eye for daring to exist, so I'm willing to orchestrate some time for you to spend alone with her, and hopefully you'll man up."

"Orchestrate is quite a large word for you, brother."

"So is 'condescending'," Kol said immediately, leaning back with his arms behind his head, crossing his legs. "So, you in, Nik?"

"Fine."

XXX

Caroline watched Klaus walk upstairs with his suitcases and turned to Elijah. "Are you sure you're okay with this?"

"Your determination to repeat the same question is tiring, Caroline," Elijah said, not looking up from his book. "Yes. It's perfectly all right if you pursue him, though I'd rather not hear about any physical developments, if you don't mind."

"That's what Kat is for."

Elijah wrinkled his nose, and Caroline laughed. "And you think Klaus and I have unresolved sexual tension…"

Elijah remained silent, not taking her bait, and Caroline huffed. "You're no fun."

"I'm aware."

They sat in comfortable silence until the movie was over, and Caroline got up and stretched. "I'm going to go get ready for bed."

"Goodnight, Caroline."

She nodded and walked up the stairs, pulling out her phone to text Katherine and letting out a small shout of surprise when she walked into Klaus. "I'm sorry," she said, looking up from her phone and swallowing.

He was shirtless, wearing only sweatpants, his curls damp from the shower, and he smelled incredibly good. Her gaze traced that tattoo on his shoulder. She shook herself, looking up to make eye contact and trying not to groan at his smirk. He'd clearly caught her checking him out.

"It's quite all right, Caroline."

"Yeah. Okay. Goodnight."

"Goodnight, love," he said, still looking faintly amused before walking by her to his own room.

XXX

"But 'Lijah, I want to go to the cinema. It's pouring, and you know when it's rainy it's the best time."

"Then go."

"I'm sixteen. I can't see an R-rated film without an ID."

"Ask Niklaus to take you."

Kol glowered at his older brother, and Caroline watched in amusement as Elijah huffed, setting down his book. "If you're not ready in five minutes, I will not take you."

Kol was up the stairs before Elijah had finished his sentence.

"Where's Rebekah?"

"Hayley's," Elijah said simply, and Caroline tried not to smile at his clear disdain for the other girl. "We'll return in a few hours time."

Caroline bit her lip, realizing that she'd be alone with him for a few hours, already concocting a plan.

She bid Elijah goodbye and was making a sandwich for lunch when Klaus came down the stairs. "Did Elijah and Kol go to the cinema?"

"Yep."

Klaus moved by her to open the fridge, his body pressing against hers as he opened the door, and she smiled as he inspected the contents before closing the fridge door again, apparently dissatisfied with his options.

A crack of thunder surprised Caroline, and she frowned. "It's really raining."

"Are you honestly starting a conversation with the weather, love?"

"Well, what do you want to talk about?" she asked, rolling her eyes.

"You."

Caroline snorted. "Okay. There isn't much that's interesting."

"I beg to differ, love."

There was another crack of thunder, and caroline started slightly, Klaus putting a hand on her shoulder to steady her. "All right, love?"

"Yeah," she said, and then the lights flickered.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket.

[From: Elijah]: At the cinema but unless the rain clears up it will not be safe to drive back. Be careful.

Caroline was about to type back when her phone lost signal, and the lights flickered again before going out completely.

"Seriousy?" she grumbled as Klaus swore next to her.

"There should be a light in one of the drawers," Klaus said, and she felt him move, his hand still on her shoulder as though he didn't want to lose her.

The flashlight clicked on, and Caroline shielded her eyes from the sudden light.

The house was growing colder very quickly. "Is the heat off?"

"Most likely."

"We should probably get warm then."

She could almost see Klaus's smirk despite the room being pitch black, and she huffed as he pointed the light at the stairs, following her up.

"If it's all the same to you, I'd rather we were in the same room," she said. "I don't want...Well, it would just make me feel more comfortable."

She wasn't sure how to articulate that she didn't feel safe in the dark alone with no power, but Klaus seemed to understand (or possibly feel the same way, as he steered her towards her room.

Caroline started shivering as they entered, and Klaus seemed to notice, as he wrapped an arm around her, guiding her to the bed. She snuggled under the covers, and he sat on the end, twirling the flashlight between his fingers.

"You look cold."

"I'm fine, love."

"No, seriously, come here."

He laid down next to her, though he was over the comforter rather than under it, and she sighed. "We don't know when the heat will come on again, or when Elijah and Kol will be back. I'm not going to bite. I mean, unless you want me to," she said, the darkness making her bolder, for some reason.

She heard him laugh quietly. "And if I did?"

"I don't make false promises," she said, her voice low and inviting.

The flashlight dropped to the floor as Klaus moved under the sheets, pulling her on top of him, his mouth crashing into hers.

She moaned into his mouth, cupping his cheeks with her palms, her thumbs stroking his cheekbones. His hands fell to her lower back, stroking it lightly before settling on her ass, and she bit his lower lip before sucking on it lightly, making him groan.

"Tell me if you want to stop," he said in between kisses, and she smiled.

"Okay."

And then their lips were meeting frantically, tongue, lips, and teeth clashing as she pushed him to lean against the headboard, straddling him and grinding on his rapidly hardening cock. There was already heat pooling in her lower belly from his touch, and she savored the friction they created as she rolled her hips against him.

"How long have you wanted me?" she asked as he nibbled and licked at her neck, her fingernails digging into his back.

"Years," he said. "You?"

"Years."

He smiled against her skin, reaching down under her skirt to hook his finger around the string of her thong, and she moaned softly. He brushed her clit with his index finger, making her whole body shudder against him. She felt her walls contract around air, the ache between her thighs building as she tried to find friction against his fingers.

"I need you inside of me," she ordered, her words husky, and he laughed quietly as she heard him unbuckle his belt and unfasten his jeans.

She felt him pull the string of her thong aside as the ip of him brushed against her entrance. She moaned in anticipation as he squeezed her hips before sheathing himself inside of her, both of them groaning. "Next time we do this, I want to see your face while I fuck you," he said, his voice low as she began to move against him. "I want to watch your pretty lips part as you moan for me, Caroline."

She moaned softly at his words, her palms settling on his shoulders to steady herself as she rocked against him, his cock hitting her g-spot with every thrust. "I want to see you when you come," he whispered in her ear, making her shiver. "I want to see you when you're flushed and sated. I've been waiting for this for years, Caroline. There are so many things I've thought of doing to you. Have you been thinking of me too?"

"Yes," she gasped out, letting out a soft whimper as he reached between them to rub her clit as he fucked her.

"Do you think of me when you touch yourself at night, love? Imagine it's my cock inside of you as you come around your fingers?"

"Yes."

She felt him smile against her jaw as he peppered kisses along it, scraping his teeth along her skin, making her shiver.

The room was filled with the sound of their movements, with Caroline's moans and Klaus's gasps as they moved, and Caroline felt the throbbing of her core build slowly as he moved inside of her, his body growing taut.

"I need you to come for me, Caroline," he said roughly as he sped up his movements.

The way he said the words, the roughness to them, made her rock against him harder, brought her closer to release, and she bit her lip harshly as their movements became more frenzied. "Talk to me," she gasped out.

"Do you like it when I tell you all the things I want to do to you, Caroline?" he asked immediately, and she could hear the smirk in his voice. "I want to pull your legs over my shoulders and lick your pussy, to hear you scream my name as you roll your hips against my face, as you come around my tongue. I want you on your knees for me, love. I want to watch you take my cock in your mouth, bury my hands in your hair as you pleasure me."

She moaned at the visuals he painted for her, and all she could think of was the way he'd look with his face buried between her thighs as she screamed for him, the way his eyes would be heavy-lidded and wanting for her as she took him in her mouth, the way he'd beg her for release as she teased him with her tongue.

"I'm so close, Klaus…"

He rubbed her clit through the lace of her thong in smooth, rhythmic circles as he brought his hips up to meet hers, groaning. She felt the fabric of his jeans rough against her thighs as she bounced on top of him. "You feel so good, love. So hot and tight. I love how you sound when I fuck you, the way you moan for me."

She gasped out his name as he pinched her clit, and shattered around him, her hips rolling against his in frenzied motions as she rode out her release. He fucked her through her orgasm, coming inside of her, and she slumped against him when their bodies finally slowed, her limbs heavy.

It was still pitch dark, though her eyes had adjusted a bit to the lack of light, and she moved on her knees so Klaus could rebutton his pants before settling back on top of him. "I wonder when the lights will come back on," she said, her breathing still slightly uneven.

"Not sure, love."

They somewhat clumsily moved so that they were lying in bed together, and she snuggled up against him for warmth, and he kissed her, their mouths moving lazily as she tangled her hand in his hair, slinging one leg over his hip. "We'll probably have the house to ourselves for awhile regardless," she said between their languid kisses, and she felt him smirk.

"Best make the most of i then."

"Yeah. I guess we should."

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