Am I Losing You? Part II

By popular request Part II. Smut.

Caroline winced as she walked down the hallway. She couldn't believe herself; what had possessed her to ask him out? Ah, but she knew why.

Seeing him with someone else had felt like he was cheating on her. It was absurd, yes he had feelings for her, but they weren't dating, she wasn't supposed to care about what he did- or who he did. And that, seeing him like that was what it took for her to realize how deep in her denial she had been that she couldn't even see that she felt something for him. And in that moment her brain quickly came to the conclusion that she actually liked Klaus.

It was hard to wrap her mind around now though, as she tried to pick out something to wear. Caroline had spent so long convincing herself that she hated him. That she should hate him. That she had to hate him. So she ignored the good parts of him, the things he did that were human and nice, and she focused on the parts that everyone else focused on. That he hurt and killed people, people she cared about, that he used an manipulated people to suit his ends, because it was easier to think about that then the whys of what he did. Klaus had only known betrayal and he killed people before they could hurt him, people used and manipulated him before, so to regain power he took control into his own hands.

For Caroline it was hard to change the image she had of the evil hybrid with the man Klaus actually was. A man who understood her, cared about her, had proven that he would do more for her than anyone else. And she had thought for so long that she shouldn't change her view of him, that just because he was decent with her didn't mean anything, didn't change who he was.

Seeing him with someone else had changed all that because suddenly she didn't care anymore about all the things she had been worrying over. She didn't want to lose him, she didn't want him to be gone from her life. Caroline was done pushing Klaus away.

There was a very real fear though in the back of her mind that he would not show up at all. That he had given up on her. She hadn't stayed to see his reaction to her words, hadn't really asked him if he wanted to go out with her, just told him to show up.

She decided to operate strictly on a 'he'll come' state of mind. Because now that she had admitted that she liked him, all her usual patterns were showing up. The worry, the fear of rejection, the need to be perfect, have the whole night planned... oh but she should have known. Nothing with him ever went according to plan.

At promptly seven, there was a knock on the door and she smoothed the sides of her dress down before walking to answer it, finding him there, looking extremely handsome in a suit reminiscent of the pageant, a bouquet of purple hyacinths in his hands that he promptly gave to her. She thanked him, inviting him inside and closing the door behind him. Caroline walked down the hall toward the dining room, beckoning for him to follow, the dinner she had made spread out on the table. She motioned for him to sit as she got a vase for the flowers, something she had read in a book reminding her that hyacinths, more specifically the purple ones, stood for 'I'm sorry'. She smiled at the flowers then. She wasn't sure what he was apologizing for, earlier that day or everything else he had done, but she didn't care. She was willing to bet a lot of money that he had never even come this close to an actual apology before.

The dinner was awkward at first, neither really speaking, but then suddenly the dynamic changed when he asked about her dreams again, and this time she told him. How she had always hoped to see the castles of Ireland, see the seven wonders of the world, see her country, go horseback riding on the beach. She told him about her childhood wish to be a princess, and how she had thought about going into journalism for a while.

And he in turn told her of the places he had been to, how as a child he had wanted to be a viking, had learned how to wield a sword for that express purpose.

When the food was gone, the table cleared, she hesitantly asked, "Can I try something?" and at his nod, she approached him, thankful for the extra height the heels she had decided to wear gave to her, before pulling his head down to hers, pressing her lips softly against his. He returned her kiss after a moment, but still they remained slow, unhurried, in their motions.

Klaus pulled away first, resting his forehead against hers as he breathed out. "You have no idea how much I've wished for that sweetheart."

Slow and unhurried seemed to become the theme for the night. His mouth found hers again, and after a while she pulled away, grabbing his arm and leading him to her bedroom. One piece of clothing at a time was removed, slowly, oh so slowly, and the anticipation of it was better than any quick lovemaking or fuck she had ever had in her life. He caressed her whole body with his hands, learning every single inch, the need in her for him building to an almost unbearable level. His head lowered to kiss her pelvic bone and she sucked in a sharp breath at the action. She tugged on his shoulders hoping that he would give her what she wanted, what she needed.

He did. She felt him smile against her skin, a hand moving over her legs, stopping at the apex of her thighs, his glance rising up to meet hers, and he nodded, to another smirk from him. A finger went in between her legs, spreading her folds apart before thrusting into her body, her back arching slightly at the sudden intrusion, a moan of pleasure coming out of her lips. His tongue replace his fingers soon enough, and he brought her to the edge, and she was waiting to fall, but he pulled away, crawling up her body, capturing her lips.

Slowly he finally sank into her waiting body, thrusting into her. Her release was there, on the horizon, getting closer slowly but surely, and she needed it after what he had put her through. And there it finally was, hitting her, surprising her with the force, and she heard him groan in pleasure before his hot liquid filled her.

When he rolled off of her, pulling her against his side as she buried her head against his chest, she murmured sleepily, "You know it's not very polite to withhold orgasm."

He laughed jovially at her words, tilting her chin up with a finger. "Shall I make it up to you then, love?"

They didn't sleep much that night, or through the next day really. But when he bid her to dress comfortably the day after that, she did as she asked, wondering what he was up to. She got in his car with him, and Klaus drove them to a beach, horses there waiting for them.

At her questioning look, he shrugged his shoulders. "I want you to have your dreams, and this seemed a good place to start."

Caroline would never be more glad that she had decided to give him an actual chance.