This has a happy ending, I promise! I give myself an out on one or two aspects of random generator prompts, so I eliminated "angels & demons" :)
kc + cemetery + angst + angels & demons + journeys (odysseys and quests; time-travel; being lost and trying to get home; road trips; pioneering and exploration, including space travel) + noise (screaming or yelling during sex; whimpering or sobbing; purring, growling; slurping or moaning enthusiastically during blow-jobs)
"Klaus...I can't do this."
His body stiffened, and he felt his heart pounding in his chest. All he could see was Caroline standing in front of him, her hand resting on the marble angel next to her mother's grave.
They'd stayed for an extra half hour after the funeral while everyone paid their respects, and Caroline had been standing silently next to the statue for a good half of it while Klaus waited next to her.
"You can't do what?" he asked hesitantly.
"This," she said, gesturing between them. "This...thing. Us."
"I don't think I understand, sweetheart. Not twenty-four hours ago you were in love with me and now you're not?"
"Of course I'm in love with you, Klaus. That's the problem."
"Not to be rude, love, but I don't think that's a problem."
She squeezed her eyes shut, as though she was in pain before wiping them with her palms, trying to swipe the tears away. "Klaus…"
"Your mum just died, Caroline–"
"I'm aware," she bit out.
"All I'm saying is that you might want to wait a few days before making any life altering decisions."
She crossed her arms over her chest defensively, stiffening. "This isn't a choice, Klaus. You don't get to argue about taking a break."
"I seem to be doing just fine with it."
"I think you should go, Klaus."
"Caroline, I don't think I should leave you alone right now. As I said, I don't think this is a good time to make decisions like this."
"You don't have to. You just need to leave and let me...let me go."
"I can't do that, sweetheart."
"Why not?" she asked, her voice rising in pitch. "I need space, Klaus. I need time. I know you want to be here for me right now, and I appreciate that, but I just need to be alone."
"For how long?"
"I don't know."
"I can't leave you alone, Caroline."
"You have to. I need you to," she said, her voice cracking slightly, and she looked away from him at the marble angel beside her. All he wanted to do was pull her close, to stroke her hair and let her sob against his chest like she had for the last few nights. He hated it when she cried, hated seeing her upset, and he felt incredibly frustrated that she didn't seem to want his comfort even though she clearly needed it.
"Look at me, sweetheart."
"No," she said softly, and he felt like she'd punched him in the stomach, the wind knocked out of him just by her tone.
"Caroline…"
"You need to go."
"I'm not leaving."
She stared determinedly away from him, as though looking at him would make her lose her nerve, which, knowing her, it probably would.
"Caroline–"
"Leave," she said, her voice icy, and he grit his teeth, trying not to lash out.
"No."
"I don't want you here," she said.
He felt something in him abruptly snap, and he knew that if he said anything at the moment it wouldn't be at all productive. She couldn't be serious about leaving, he was sure. She'd have to come back to their apartment anyway, and he would make sure that they talked then. He wanted her to feel better, and if she was this sure that taking space for a few hours or days would help, then he would do as she asked.
"I'll always want you, Caroline," he said, and she squeezed her eyes shut, a tear rolling down her cheek.
"I need you to leave. Now," she said, her voice shaking, and he felt completely helpless, wanted to say or do something that would make her realize that she needed him to stay.
Instead, against his better judgment, he left.
He waited up for her, collapsing on the couch thirty-six hours later, unable to keep his eyes open. When he woke, there was still no sign of her, but when he went into their bedroom, her laptop and half of the closet was cleared out, and when he checked the driveway, her car was gone.
He couldn't believe that she'd just left him, was furious at her for not saying anything earlier, and angry at himself for just letting her leave. He didn't have the heart to move any of her things, needing to reassure himself that she'd be back for them. Her beauty supplies were still there, her books still alphabetized on their shelves, and it wasn't until after a week of mindless routine-following, his mind occupied with remembering her laugh and her scent, that he found the note she'd clearly meant for him to find taped to the refrigerator, which simply said that she was sorry, that he shouldn't try to find her, and that she needed time.
He called her every day for a week, scrambled for his phone every time he got a text for the next month, and threw himself into his work as much as possible, waiting for "time" to hopefully be over.
two months later...
Klaus swore colorfully as he raced to his car. He was already late for work, and now he'd left his laptop at his apartment and would have to go back for it, making him even more late. He was only a few streets away from his apartment when the person in front of him suddenly slammed on their brakes. He let out a sharp breath of relief when his car stopped before wincing as his car jerked forward accompanied by a loud crunch of someone rear ending him.
Needless to say, he was not having a good day.
When he got out of the car and saw the person who rear ended him, he wondered what he'd done to offend any deity that possibly existed. Had he been a serial killer in a past life?
She looked just as beautiful as he remembered, all long legs and blonde curls. Her teeth were biting down on her full lower lip as she inspected the damage before she stood up, her mouth dropping open.
"Shit," she breathed.
"Caroline."
He'd meant to sound matter-of-fact, but her name rolled off of his tongue like a prayer, and she held eye contact with him for a few moments before she looked away, blushing, her arms wrapped around herself protectively.
"Hey."
They both stood there for a few moments, completely still. Klaus was drinking her in, trying to memorize every detail of her just in case she ran, his heart thumping wildly in his chest. He had spent a month convincing himself she'd come back and the subsequent one forcing himself to try to get over her, but he'd never really made any headway, and now she was back, and he wasn't quite sure how to feel.
Though he'd fantasized about all of the possibilities, all the ways she could turn up, he'd never pictured this.
Although really, who would?
"So, um, I need your insurance information," she said quietly, and he felt himself jerk back to the present, rage welling up inside of him.
"You left," he said, and she sighed.
"I know."
He'd been waiting for this moment for what felt like a lifetime, and now he almost didn't want to see her face. She'd left him, snuck away while he was asleep, stomped on his heart and thrown it away…
"I'm so sorry," she said, her voice shaking, and he clenched his fists.
"You're sorry?" he asked, his voice dripping with incredulousness. "For me or for the car?"
"Um, for both," she said uncomfortably, fiddling with the skirt of her dress.
"You're sorry? Is that all?"
"No," she said. "No. It's not all."
She was quiet after that, though, and he frowned, resisting the urge to forget the whole thing and pay for the damage himself, get back in the car, and drive to work in hopes she'd be gone when he came back to the apartment.
"All right, well, you have about a minute to figure out whether you want to tell me the story while I write down the information for you."
"Okay," she said, already reaching for her glove compartment.
He scribbled it down before his phone beeped, and he pulled it out to see that Caroline had texted him a picture of her information.
"You have the same number?"
"Of course," she said.
"You didn't answer any of my calls."
"I was an idiot," she said, sniffling.
He was torn. She'd hurt him, but her mother had just died, but at the same time…
"Caroline…"
"Can we talk?"
"We're talking," he said shortly.
He held out the paper and she took it, shoving it in her purse and turning to him. "I'm so sorry, Klaus."
"So you've said."
"No, really, I am. It was awful of me, and I shouldn't have made you leave, and I really shouldn't have come back and taken all my things while you were sleeping, but I was just hurt and upset and everything was crashing down so fast. I felt suffocated."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I don't know," she said frustratedly. "I just...I should have, and I don't have an excuse. I'm so sorry."
"Don't cry, Caroline."
"I'm sorry."
She looked so miserable, her eyes redrimmed, tears running down her cheeks, her voice thick with regret, and she looked straight at him with big, sad blue eyes. He was so angry at her, wanted to tell her how he'd felt for the past two months without her. She'd been his rock, his lifeline, and he'd spent four years of his life with her before she was just...gone.
And he'd never been able to let her go.
"Stop apologizing," he said softly, taking a step towards her.
It was apparently the sign she'd needed, because she launched herself at him, clutching the back of his shirt and crying against his chest, her shoulder shaking.
"I'm sorry," she repeated, whispering it over and over, he voice muffled against his chest.
He hesitantly wrapped his arms around her, rubbing her back, relishing in her warmth, her scent, the shape of her body pressed against his.
"I love you, Klaus. I missed you so much."
"I missed you too," he said quietly, and that just seemed to make her cry harder.
"Do you hate me?"
"No, love. I could never hate you," he said, stroking her hair. "I'm certainly angry with you, but I couldn't hate you."
The cars had been merging around them to stop at the light, and he could see people looking out of their windows at the scene, and he almost felt like he was stuck in some sappy, angsty teen romance.
"We should get out of the road, love. Where were you headed?"
"Our apartment," she said as though it should have been obvious. "I wanted to see you."
"I was going to be at work all day."
"I have a key, remember?"
"Yes, I most certainly do," he said dryly, and she stiffened, pulling away.
"I'm sorry."
"I've gathered that much. We can talk more at home."
She gave him a brilliant smile, though she hiccupped slightly when she spoke. "Yeah. Home sounds good."
He nodded, feeling a little bit choked up himself, and got back in his car.
Klaus considered the situation as he drove. There was something about Caroline that had always hooked him. Her smile, her laugh, her compassion… He knew that he should be a lot more angry, and the last two months had been hell, but she was here now, wasn't she?
And anyway, it wasn't as if he hadn't had his own share of terrible relationship decisions.
She arrived only a minute or two after he did, and closed the front door behind her, dropping her keys in the bowl by the door, just as she'd always done.
"It was an awful thing for me to do, and it was inconsiderate of your feelings, and no matter how bad things were for me, I really don't have an excuse," she said before he could speak, shrugging off her jacket and walking to sit on the couch. "I know I should have been more open about what I was feeling, and it was stupid of me to run."
Klaus sat down beside her, keeping a good two-foot distance between them.
"Yeah."
"Where did you go?"
"My Dad's place in Georgia."
"And?"
"And I got a job with a temp agency for something to do," she said, shrugging. "I had time to think."
"I see."
She sighed and turned to look at him, lifting her feet onto the couch and wrapping her arms around her knees. "I understand that you're angry, and if you don't trust me and don't want to see me again. I just had to tell you–"
"Yes, I'm angry, but I still want you here, Caroline. I'll always want you."
"Okay," she said.
There was a semi-awkward silence for a few moments before she spoke again. "What have you been doing?"
"A lot of work," he said. "I got promoted."
"The one you were up for a few months ago?" she asked excitedly. "I'm so happy for you."
"Thank you," he said stiffly.
She bit her lip, looking away, and he sighed. "I actually do need to do some work though, love. I have to make a mock-up of a pamphlet design by tomorrow."
He really wanted to get everything with Caroline sorted out as soon as possible, but it would be better for them both if he didn't have anything pressing to do. He had a feeling that she hadn't been expecting to run into him so soon, meaning that she might have been counting on more time to gather her thoughts a bit, and it would give them both a few minutes to calm down and consider what they wanted to say.
At least she was home, though. That was a start.
"Okay. Are you hungry? I can make lunch," she offered anxiously, and he knew she just wanted something to do to feel productive, so he nodded.
"Yes."
"What do you want?"
"I don't care."
"I can make sandwiches? Or pasta? Do you have what I need for the pesto you like?" she babbled, walking over to the tiny kitchen, which was separated from the living room by a small counter space.
"Caroline…"
"What?"
"Are you going to stay?" he asked, looking up, and a flash of worry passed across her face before she nodded.
"If you'll have me."
"Do you want to stay?" he asked sharply, and she nodded.
"I want to stay," she said firmly, though her eyes were wide, imploring, obviously looking for reassurance that he wanted her there.
"And you're sure? You're not going to go running away again and leave me wondering where you are and whether you're all right?"
"I'm sure."
"Promise me, Caroline," he said, locking eyes with her.
"I promise," she said without hesitation. "I won't leave you again."
"Good."
She gave him another nervous smile, and he waited until she'd turned away before he allowed himself a smile at the familiar picture of Caroline bent with the refrigerator door open to pull out ingredients, wrinkling her nose at the state of the fridge. He tended to go shopping as little as possible, and as a result he often didn't have anything but pre-made meals and cereal.
"I should be at a stopping point in an hour, and then we can eat. Would you like some help unpacking?"
"Okay. That sounds great. Thanks."
He wasn't sure he could stay angry at her for more than a few days if she kept smiling at him like that.
"I also need to write you a check for half of the rent for the last two months," she continued.
"No you don't."
She pinned him with an unimpressed stare, and he smirked, walking to her. "I missed that look," he said, bending to rest his forehead against hers. Her eyes closed as their noses brushed, and she smiled slightly. He pecked her on the lips and pulled back. "Honestly though, love. Don't."
"But I owe you."
"You weren't living here," he said firmly, and she froze, her face falling.
"But I should have been," she pointed out.
"But you weren't."
She leaned against him, resting her head against his shoulder, melting into him. "I'm sorry."
"I know."
"I love you," she whispered.
"And I love you," he said quietly. "I want you here, Caroline."
"I will be here for as long as you'll have me. I promise," she said again, her grip tightening on his shirt as she pressed herself against him, and he buried his nose in her hair.
He took a deep breath, letting it out slowly, savoring the warmth of her cuddled up to him.
"So, I think we should talk a bit more about what we want now," she said quietly.
He swallowed and let himself hold her for just another second before he let go, nodding. "All right."
He didn't want to scare her off with his answer. Caroline was the first person he'd ever considered having a long-term relationship with, perhaps even a lifelong one, and he was absolutely certain that was what he still wanted.
They'd talked about it before she'd ran off, had been well on their way to Klaus planning a proposal while she pretended not to notice. He knew that worrying about her leaving because he still wanted something they'd both talked about and actively looked forward to was slightly on the irrational side of things, but then again, she'd ran off before.
He had to believe that she wouldn't run again though, for their relationship to repair itself.
"I told you when I left that it was because I didn't know what I wanted," she said in a rush, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. "Looking back on it, I was being ridiculous. I mean, obviously I want you. I want to be with you. I want all the things we talked about."
"I do as well," he said slowly. "I just need to know that you won't run off again, Caroline. When things get hard you can't just leave."
She nodded. "I won't. I promise. I love you, Klaus."
"You loved me before, Caroline, but you still left."
"I know, and it was stupid, and I regret it. I shouldn't have put you through that. It was wrong of me, and no matter how much I was grieving, it wasn't fair to you that I wasn't open about what was happening. I won't make the same mistake twice, okay?"
"Why were you gone so long?" he asked impulsively.
"I was scared."
"Of what, exactly?
"That everything would come crashing down around me. I mean, after my mom...You were really all I had, and I guess I subconsciously wanted to end it before it exploded and I was devastated from that too."
"And what changed? Why did you come back, then?"
"Because I loved you, and I knew the longer I stayed away the less likely it would be that we could repair our relationship," she said frankly, looking up at him. "And I wanted to repair it. I want you. I think that you were right. It wasn't a good time to make that decision, and it's not going to happen again. I promise."
He considered her answer for a few seconds before nodding. "But still, it was two months. That's quite awhile."
"Well, I was really just nervous about facing you, you know? I know it's stupid, but..."
"It makes sense that you'd worry, I suppose," he said, once he realized that she'd trailed off. "You aren't leaving again."
It was more of a statement than a question. He had no intention of letting her walk away for a second time, and it seemed that she truly had no intention of trying.
"No. I'm not. I love you."
He was silent for a moment before nodding slowly. "All right. We'll try again."
"Great," she said, her relieved smile almost blinding, and he felt a familiar rush of affection for her. "I think we should start slow."
"Start slow as in not have sex, you mean?" he asked knowingly.
"Well, as much as I've missed it, I don't want us to use sex to avoid talking about things. And trust me, I've missed you. It's been a long two months."
He pulled her against him again, his arms wrapped around her, lips moving against her forehead as he spoke. "I've missed you too, love."
They were silent for a few moments, reveling in the contact, and it was the most comfortable silence that they'd had since she'd returned.
XXX
He was almost convinced he was dreaming for the first few seconds after he woke before he remembered that Caroline had come back the day before. They'd ended up watching television until about one in the morning before Caroline had practically collapsed against him on the couch, and she had sleepily changed into sleep shorts and a tank top before he convinced her that she couldn't sleep on the couch and she crawled into bed with him.
She was snuggled into him now, her legs tangled with his, body pressed against him, and he felt like he would have been perfectly content to lie there with her for eternity.
Unfortunately, his alarm was blaring, and she groaned as he turned over to turn it off.
"Morning," she mumbled.
"Good morning, love."
He could feel her eyes on him as he pulled himself out of bed, and he smirked as he undressed and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. He showered, and when he came out and dressed, Caroline was out of bed and drinking coffee on the couch.
"Hey."
"Hello, love."
"I'm going to go shopping today, I think. I might also clean up a bit."
He nodded, knowing that she was just listing things out loud to help herself plan. It was something she did when she was stressed, and he knew that he'd probably come back to the apartment smelling like lysol and the fridge stocked with fresh everything.
"All right."
"Have a good day at work, okay?"
"You'll be here when I get back?" he asked, trying to conceal the vulnerability in his tone.
"Yes. I promise."
He nodded and grabbed his laptop, wincing as he saw the back of his car and the hood of hers in the driveway, reminding himself to call the insurance company if Caroline hadn't by the time he got home. The drive was short, and he picked up a coffee from the break room before heading to his floor.
"What are you so happy about?" Marcel asked grumpily as Klaus sat down at his desk in their shared office.
"Caroline's back," Klaus said simply.
"The four-year girlfriend that randomly dumped you and ran away?"
Klaus winced, feeling his instinct to defend Caroline bubble to the surface. "She was upset."
"Yeah, well, if Cami did that we'd be done."
Klaus snorted. "Yes, well, you and Camille have only been seeing each other for a few months, correct?"
Marcel shrugged. "Yeah, I guess. Look, though. I know you love this girl–"
"Caroline," Klaus said, trying not to get angry with his coworker.
"Right. Caroline. But she hurt you bad, man. She really did."
"Sometimes relationships have unexpected complications," Klaus said stiffly.
Marcel nodded slowly. "Well, if you want my unsolicited advice, I think that you need to think about whether you really want this. And, I mean, if you do, no judgment. If you guys do get through this, then you know you have something special."
"Noted," Klaus said, his tone indicating that the conversation was over.
Marcel nodded and turned back to his laptop. They were silent for a few minutes before Marcel spoke again. "I hope it does work out. For the record. You were a wreck, and it seems like you really care about her."
"Thank you," Klaus said, oddly touched by Marcel's words.
"Yep. Do you have the mock-up done?"
Klaus nodded and pulled it out, relieved that their conversation was apparently over.
As he went through his work day, he considered Marcel's words. Was he being too easy on her? Too trusting? Perhaps, but then again she'd given him the benefit of the doubt countless times. She'd forgiven him for some admittedly large blunders on his part, had trusted him when he'd done unbelievably idiotic things, believed in him and his love for her, and she deserved him to return the favor.
Klaus knew that it might take some months to rebuild the trust between them, but Marcel was right about one thing. If they got through this conflict, if they could salvage this relationship, he doubted that anything could break it.
XXX
Caroline had been back for a little over a week, and the apartment was completely spotless, the refrigerator restocked, and the bookcase reorganized. She was clearly at a loss for how to occupy herself, and though she'd been looking for jobs she hadn't found anything yet that she thought would be a good fit.
Before her mother died, she'd wanted to be a pediatrician and had been prepping to take the MCAT, but now she seemed to have thrown that idea away, and he wasn't sure why. He decided he'd bring it up in a few days.
He had been debating suggesting that she talk to his sister about working at the wedding planning agency, but he knew that they didn't get along all that well. It would probably end up being a last resort.
She huffed as she pushed the laptop away, rubbing her temples. "There's nothing," she said exasperatedly, getting up from the kitchen table and walking to collapse next to him on the couch, laying her head on his shoulder.
His arm fell over her shoulders almost automatically, and she pressed herself to his side. "I'm sure you'll find something eventually."
"I need something as soon as possible. I'm going crazy just being at home all the time."
"You could always get a job volunteering somewhere until you find something," he suggested.
"That's a good idea," she said slowly, and he could tell that she was already mentally brainstorming a list of possible places.
"Glad to be of service."
She smiled and kissed him on the cheek. He turned to catch her lips with his, overwhelmed with the scent of her. He couldn't get enough of her presence, her light, and he didn't know how he'd survived without her. She moved to her knees to combat the awkward angle, and he laid back, pulling her on top of him. She sighed into the kiss, her hands moving to rest on his shoulders, and he pulled back, his hands moving to stroke the small of her back under her blouse.
She shivered, opening her eyes to look at him, and smiles grew on their faces slowly before she bent to kiss him again, their lips moving frantically as they drank each other in, Klaus's fingers playing with the hem of her blouse.
She broke away, her lips slightly puffy from his kisses, eyes shining with affection. "I missed you so much."
"I missed you too, love."
She gave him a brilliant smile and bent to kiss him again, but Klaus's phone beeped and he groaned.
"I forgot that I promised Stefan I'd go with him and Tyler to the pub. I'm sorry, sweetheart."
"Socializing?" she asked, faking surprise. "You? You're not going to kill anyone, right? No nefarious plots?"
"Not on purpose," he said dryly, and she smiled. "Would you like to go out tomorrow? We could go to the cinema?"
"Asking me on a date?"
"I should think that would have been obvious, love."
"I would love to. I think it's your turn to pick the movie."
She said it so casually, and he vaguely remembered that it was, in fact, his turn.
"I suppose it is."
XXX
"Good morning," she whispered as he woke, snuggled against him for warmth.
Klaus groaned and reached back to slam his hand on the button on the alarm clock to put it on snooze.
Caroline smiled against him as he wrapped his arms around her. "I love you so much, Klaus."
She'd been saying it what felt like every other sentence for the last two weeks as though trying to remind him, to reassure him, and though he loved hearing it he didn't want her to feel guilty.
"I know, love. You don't have to reassure me."
"I know, but I haven't been able to say it in two months. I'm making up for lost time."
He smiled and kissed the top of her head, inhaling the scent of her, murmuring that he loved her too.
"I'll show you how much tonight when you get back?" she offered hesitantly, pulling back to look up at him, biting her lip.
He'd wondered if she was having as much trouble not initiating sex as he was. Before she'd left, they'd barely been able to keep their hands off of each other for the four years they'd been together. He was honestly a bit surprised they'd lasted this long.
After they'd talked about it, they'd had to stop themselves a few times over the last two weeks. She'd gently reminded him a few days before when he woke her up with his lips on her neck, and he'd sighed long sufferingly, burying his nose in her hair. She'd been right, and it had been too soon.
For some reason it felt right now, though. At least to him. He wasn't over what she'd done, not by any means, and he knew that she understood that. The wound was still fresh. They were well on their way to reparation, though, and god, he'd missed her.
"Are you sure, sweetheart?"
"Yes," she said, a wicked smirk growing on her face as she slung her arms around his shoulders, her fingers running through his curls. "I mean, unless you don't want to. Although, I feel like you've been undressing me with your eyes for days. I miss the way you say my name for me, Klaus. You have no idea how hard it's been to not wake you up with my mouth wrapped around you. Swear to god, I am a saint for resisting."
His cock twitched against her thigh at merely the many memories of waking up to her settled at the foot of their bed with her tongue running along his length, how he'd been unable to resist from groaning her name as she sucked him, her cheeks hollowing... "I'd be willing to let you make it up to me, I suppose. After that, though, no more guilt."
She laughed quietly before bending to kiss him languidly, tugging lightly on his hair. "I'll pick up something nice on the way home from class?" she offered between kisses.
"You don't have to, but I'm certainly not going to say no. And what class?"
"I decided to take the MCAT after all, so I need to start studying again," she said, biting her lip. "I signed up for a study course."
"You'll do wonderfully, sweetheart," he said.
She gave him a bright smile, running her fingertip along the tattoo on his shoulder before pressing a kiss to it. "I'll try. I might get a little distracted thinking about tonight, though."
He chuckled. "Don't get too distracted. We wouldn't want you to miss any crucial information because you're wet and wanting for me while you try to concentrate, imagining my head between your legs, my tongue swirling around your clit while you try to–"
She cut him off with her hand pressed to his mouth, glaring at him. "You are not helping, and you're going to be late."
He tugged her wrist away and pressed a soft kiss to her palm before moving out of bed to shower. She pressed a coffee into his hand as he walked out in his towel and immediately darted into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
He grinned at her energy, which he'd missed so much, got dressed, and drained his coffee as he walked to the door, setting the empty mug on the counter on his way.
Though he had meant to whet her appetite for what he was in the process of planning for that night, he was sure that it had affected him just as much as her, or perhaps even more.
All he could think about as he attempted to concentrate on the new client's requests for their new website layout was what it would feel like to be sheathed inside of her again, her tight pussy clenching around him as she clawed at his back, beads of sweat clinging to her hairline.
He loved the way she looked with her back arched, lips slightly parted as she panted out gasps of pleasure. She'd always been loud, and he'd never thought that it could be such a turn-on for him until he had her writhing underneath him, screaming his name.
"Klaus?"
He shook himself from his fantasy to look at Marcel, who looked faintly irritated. "What was that?"
"Did you do the mock layout?" Marcel asked, and Klaus realized that he must have asked the question two or three times.
"Yes. I sent it to you last night."
"I didn't see it, but let me look again."
Klaus watched as Marcel opened his laptop and logged in, wondering whether Caroline was having as much trouble paying attention to her class as he was to his work.
This, of course, led to him thinking about what her distracting fantasies would be, and he tried to distract himself with work because the more he thought about it the more he craved her.
He left work at the first opportunity, and when he walked through the door to their apartment, he found no sign of her in the living room or the kitchen.
He felt panic begin to consume him as he walked to look in their bedroom and she wasn't there. Had she left him again? He felt the anger and betrayal well up in him as he grabbed his phone from his pocket and dialed, gritting his teeth.
"Hey Klaus," Caroline said from the other end of the line, but before she could continue he cut in.
"Where are you?"
"Um...The mall. You know, picking up the 'something nice' I mentioned this morning. Why, did something happen? Is everything okay?"
The tension flooded out of his body, and he felt a bit silly for assuming the worst, though he knew it was understandable. "Yes, love. Everything's fine. I was wondering if you wanted take-away," he said calmly, inventing an excuse for calling her that didn't include him not trusting her, and he heard her sigh on the other end of the line.
"I'm sorry, I should have left a note or texted you. I didn't mean to make you worry," she said, clearly seeing right through his excuse. "I'll be back in half an hour. Maybe an hour at the most? I'm happy to bring some Chinese food home on my way, if you want."
"All right. Talk to you soon, sweetheart."
"I love you," she said, and he heard the smile in her voice.
"And I, you."
He hung up and sat down on the couch to wait, flipping through the channels on the television. He looked up when he heard the door open to see Caroline walk in, a plastic bag in one hand and a brightly colored shopping bag in the other.
"Hey," she said, putting down both bags on the counter of the kitchenette and getting out plates from the cabinet for the food. "How was your day?"
"Just fine, love. Thank you. Yours?"
"Good. I was kind of distracted for some of it, but I don't think the teacher noticed."
He smiled, getting up from the couch and walking to her, grabbing his plate and sitting at the tiny kitchen table. She followed,
"I'm sorry that I didn't text you," she said, grimacing.
"You don't have an obligation to tell me your every move," he said, trying to sound unbothered.
"Yeah, but I get why you were worried. I should have been more considerate."
He shrugged. "Really, it's fine, love."
"I'm not going anywhere," she said, her eyes shining with sincerity.
"That's good, because I wouldn't let you. You're mine, sweetheart," he said, smirking at her, and she bit her lip, looking down at her plate, a flush creeping up her cheeks.
She'd admitted to him once when they were relaxing in bed that she liked his possessiveness (as long as he wasn't a "controlling weirdo" about it, her words not his).
He remembered the blush on her face when she'd confessed it just over a year ago, how wet she was when he whispered filthy things to her about how she was his when he took her from behind, how much she liked it when he pinned her wrists above her head and made her beg, made her tell him how she belonged to him.
"I know," she said quietly, looking up at him through her eyelashes, and he put his fork down, staring at her.
They held each other's gaze for a few seconds before Caroline also put her fork down, standing up. "Let me change and I'll see you in a minute."
"No," he said, striding towards her and pulling her flush against him, his palms resting on her hips.
She let out a soft gasp of surprise as he leant to bite her ear, making her shiver. "I'm going to undress you slowly, peel that pretty dress off of you while you quiver under the lightest touch of my fingers against your skin. I'm going to make you scream for me, sweetheart. You'll be loud enough that the entire building will know who you belong to, know how much you love the way I fuck you."
She nodded, resting her forehead against his shoulder and moaning softly as he scratched his nails down the backs of her thighs under her dress. He moved his hand between her legs, pulling her thong around her knees to brush his fingers against her slit and she gasped against him, her knees buckling.
"So wet for me…"
"God, Klaus… I missed you so much. Missed this."
"I missed you too, love," he said. "I missed your scent, your voice, the way your pussy clenched around my cock..."
He pushed two fingers inside of her, and she leant against him for support as she gasped his name, whimpering when he removed them, his lips meeting hers frantically. He tugged her thong back into place before cupping her ass and lifting her to wrap her legs around his waist. He carried her to the bedroom, dropping her lightly on the mattress before pushing her lightly onto her back and settling at the end of the bed, bending to kiss the inside of her thigh, his lips moving slowly towards her center, sucking and biting her sensitive skin. He stopped when he was just inches away from her center, pushing the skirt of her dress around her waist before kissing her hip bone. "Turn over, love."
He had no intention of taking her from behind. He wanted to see her eyes when she came, see how she looked at him, but he knelt above her to unzip the back of her dress.
He kissed her neck before following the zipper down her spine with his lips, smirking against her skin as she moaned loudly, her cheek resting against the mattress. He finally reached the bottom of the zipper and kissed his way back up to her shoulder before reaching to ease the thin strap down her arm, still following with his lips, teeth, and tongue against her skin.
She was wriggling underneath him, the sound of her moans filling the room as he took his time stripping her of the dress. He was hard, his cock throbbing almost painfully against the fabric of his jeans, and he reached to undo them, freeing his erection to give himself some relief as he tugged the dress off of her.
He gently turned her over again to take one of her nipples in his mouth, his finger and thumb rolling the other, and her back arched as she gasped out his name. He trailed his lips down her abdomen, sucking at the skin and scraping his teeth against her hipbone before tugging her thong down her legs and moving to pull his shirt over his head, sliding his jeans the rest of the way off a moment later before moving on top of her, his cock resting against her inner thigh.
"You're stunning," he said as he drank her in, her hair mussed, lips swollen, face flushed, and he grinned. "Do you want my cock in you, sweetheart?" he asked, reaching to rub her clit lightly, making her squirm.
"Yes, Klaus, please."
"Who do you belong to?" he asked, his voice quiet, and she smiled slightly.
"You."
"And you're not going to leave again?"
"Never. I'm yours."
He bent to kiss her, his lips and tongue moving against hers, relishing in her taste as he sheathed himself inside of her. Her moans were muffled against his mouth as she wrapped her legs around his waist, her fingers running through his hair, and when he broke away she immediately begged him to fuck her faster, harder, told him how good he felt inside of her, how much she'd missed the feel of him, and she screamed when his cock hit a particularly sensitive spot, her fingernails scratching down his back as she sobbed out his name, clenching around him.
He came soon after, groaning her name as he spilled inside of her and rolling off of her, pulling her to snuggle against his chest.
"I'll never leave you again," she repeated, her voice firm. "Ever. I love you, Klaus."
"I love you," he said, his hand running along the small of her back.
Her phone blared from the side table, and she groaned, rolling over and picking it up, hitting the answer button.
"Hello? Yes, this is Caroline. Oh. Okay. Um, just a sec," she said, covering the receiver with her hand. "It's the insurance company. They have a total for the damage to the car."
"All right."
He watched Caroline as she laid back, still completely nude, rubbing her face with one hand as she carried on a conversation with the insurance person, peevishly pointing out something about their insurance plan that the representative on the other end of the line had apparently missed.
He groaned as her hand wrapped around him a few minutes later while she was still speaking to the insurance person, stroking him slowly, and she shot him a glare, mouthing 'be quiet' before brushing her thumb across the tip of his cock.
God, he'd missed her...
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Hugs!
-Angie