Between the Sheets

Request: Caroline has a sexy dream caused by bloodsharing with Klaus and her growing feelings for him. In the dream, her and Klaus are laying naked on silk sheets discussing immortality, the artwork in Klaus's bedroom, and travelling around the world.

Okay, so assume that Caroline was bitten by another werewolf and Klaus had to save her again.

Smut.

All Caroline knew in that moment was Klaus. His mouth, his tongue, his hands. Everything else was gone. It was only him, as far as she was concerned they were the only two people in the world.

He had loved her body, passionately, and they were both resting from their lovemaking as she traced patterns on his chest. The silken sheets that he had pulled over their bodies cooled her heated skin.

It was surreal, what had led them to this point; she had woken in the bed with the blood-red sheets, Klaus' hooded eyes gazing down at her, and she was overcome with lust, the taste of his blood still very evident in her mouth, and she wanted more.

She pulled him to her, finding to her pleasure that they were both already undressed, feeling her fangs drop, and she plunged her teeth into the skin of his neck. His sweet blood filled her mouth, and she whined in displeasure when he removed her mouth from his neck. Caroline found that her happiness returned though when his lips moved to hers, their tongues and teeth clashing for dominance.

She would only realize this later, but the events that transpired next were caused by her own long-pushed down desires, desires she had ignored until she was forced to face them head on.

Caroline wrapped her arms around the hybrid, promptly flipping him over. She moved quickly so that he wouldn't protest, knowing how he liked to always be in control of everything. She moved her body down his, stopping to kneel in between his thighs, the evidence of his arousal staring her in the face, and she smiled that she had made him react so to her.

One of her hands reached down to stroke him, and he hissed in pleasure. She smiled, completely aware of the control she had over him, before repeating the motion of her hand several times. Caroline was surprised that he had not grown impatient with her teasing touches yet, and in reward she lowered her head, placing a kiss on his head, and his hands shot out to grab onto her hair. She smiled against Klaus, placing several more kisses on him before he growled in displeasure, and she obligingly took his tip into her mouth going deeper. She felt the length of him touching the back of her throat, and she took the rest of him with her hand, pumping him as she licked and sucked.

She wanted him to come in her mouth, wanted the chance to taste him. He pulled out of her mouth before he could though, flipping them over and plunging into her without preamble. He pumped into her roughly, making her orgasm faster than she ever had in her life, and she owed it to the fact that he was about to come himself and he wanted her to experience her own pleasure first.

And that brought them here, as they lay together, and he regaled her with stories of the places he would take her- the three cities he had promised to start, because he had promised after all, but also the Great Wall of China, Stonehenge, the Taj Mahal, Bodiam Castle, Portchester Castle, the Grand Canyon, Niagara Falls, anyplace she wanted to go, as long as they went together.

Klaus commented that that was the wonderful part about being immortals, they had all the time they needed to see everything, to do everything.

She asked about the art hanging on the walls- mostly stolen pieces, and she rolled her eyes at him. Poppy Flowers by van Gogh, The Storm on the Sea of Galilee by van Rijn, Landscape with an Obelisk by Flinck, Flaming June by Leighton, and the penultimate piece, a portrait of her posing naked.

Caroline woke with a gasp, shooting up in her own bed. It had taken the portrait for her to realize that it had all been nothing more than a dream; he had never seen her unclothed, let alone had the chance to paint her nude. She felt the tell-tale wetness between her thighs though; she had enjoyed the dream and she was only glad that...

"Did you have a good dream?" His voice, ringing out from the chair in the corner that her eyes promptly flashed to, ruined all hope that she had dared to posses that maybe he had not been witness in any way to her erotic fantasy.

"How?"

"I'm a werewolf love, I can smell your arousal. And you were thrashing on the bed quite temptingly." She hid her face in embarrassment at his words, but her eyes flashed to his face once more when she felt the bed shift under his added weight. "Care to share what the dream was about, since it has you so flustered?"

"No!" She shot out before she could stop herself, but then she hurriedly continued on. "But I could always demonstrate?"