Feels Like the End

Request: Could you make a one-shot on Caroline yelling at Klaus because of what happened with Hayley but that ends up in Klaroline sex?

In which Caroline is angry and Stefan is a fanboy.

Smut.

She didn't think that he knew that she knew. Hayley had been quick enough to pass along the news to Caroline when they had accidentally run into each other- although Caroline had her suspicions that it had been purposeful- though she said she didn't care about anything that he did. Truthfully, she did care, though she knew she shouldn't. The image of Klaus with Hayley would not leave her mind, no matter how hard she tried to push it away. She could imagine every moment of it in stark detail, playing through her head. And what was worse was that she not only wondered about what he had done to her body, but what he had said to her to lead up to that point.

Did he promise her the world? Did he promise to take her to all the places he had promised to take Caroline to? Had he listened to her, made her feel special? Did he tell her stories that made her see that he had some humanity in him? Did he look at her like she was the only girl in the world that he would ever care about?

And what was it about her that had made him want to sleep with her? Did all his words to Caroline mean nothing, that he liked her because she wouldn't be seduced by him? Was he going to try and pass this off as being 'for her' as well?

Had he finally given up on her?

"Do you need my help with anything love?"

Caroline tensed at his voice behind her. She knew he was in the house, thanks to Stefan, but they had been avoiding each other, her in her bedroom, and him in the living room. They had started their work, trying to find some tell-tale sign of who Silas was, at the Boarding House, but anyone could get in their. The same could be said for Klaus' mansion, and so the three had, much to Caroline's annoyance, moved their operation to her house. And then Stefan had left her alone with him, the bane of her existence, to find them blood bags.

"I don't need you." She spat out without looking at him.

"Caroline, it's in a completely different language, it wouldn't hurt to let me-"

She had rounded on him suddenly, jumping off her bed, shocking him into silence when he saw her face. Nostrils flaring in contrast with the tears that were building up in her eyes. "I don't, or will I ever, need anything from you!"

Then she was yelling, screaming, accusing him of everything, every last bit of anger she had ever felt, everything she had ever blamed him for, in that moment it all came out, ignoring how with each accusation he tensed more and more, like her words were a slap across his face.

Katherine killing her. He flinched, clenching his fists at the new knowledge, another reason to hate the doppelganger, and he could see why she would place the blame on his shoulders.

Elena almost dying because he had to break his curse, Jenna and John dying. A thousand years, one solitary goal. It was hard to feel remorse when the goal he had tried so hard to accomplish for so many centuries had finally been realized.

Stefan losing himself, becoming a ripper again. Jealousy, irrational jealousy at his old friend that she cared so much for him.

Tyler becoming a hybrid, losing his life, his free will. He didn't want to be different anymore; he wanted to be a part of a group, control was... an unexpected bonus.

Tyler leaving her multiple times. He would not, could not, feel sorry for that. He loved her too much, though he felt remorse for the pain and heartbreak she experienced because of their separations.

Alaric's death. No, he felt no remorse at all for that. The hunter would have killed her, and that, that was unacceptable.

Killing Tyler's mother. He had been raised in a time when not only would his actions have been acceptable, they would have been expected of him.

Almost killing her. He hated himself for that, would never lose his guilt that he had dared to do such a thing to her, had almost made himself lose her forever.

Sleeping with Hayley. There it was; all her words, all her anger had led to that, those words leaving her mouth. "How could you?"

"I don't think you understand." His quiet reply, the first time he had spoken in minutes, stopping her continued tirade. "It was a fuck, Caroline. Meaningless. It was about control, and you can't have honestly expected me to remain celibate."

Caroline didn't know why, his words, her anger, everything, every old hurt washing over her, but she knew she had to erase the memory of Hayley from both their minds. She flashed to him, using the element of surprise to push him onto her bed, her on top of him. He growled at her warningly, before she leaned down, tracing kisses over his face, finally kissing his lips.

Soon, she had both of their shirts torn off, strewn across her room, but he pulled away from her. "Caroline, you don't really-"

"No, don't speak." She whispered, kissing him again. "Don't make me change my mind. I want you Klaus." She grabbed his hands, bringing them up to palm her now naked breasts, throwing her head back at the contact. Caroline relished in the feel of his hands on her, rolling, tweaking, before his mouth lowered to her, and she clutched his head to her chest. She enjoyed the feeling for several moments, but she wanted more, all of him, everything he had to offer her.

All of their clothing now gone, she remained on top of Klaus, an unspoken agreement between them that she was the one who was in control of the entire situation. She positioned herself so that his tip was brushing her entrance, and then she sunk down onto him, both of them groaning at the feeling. Caroline adjusted to the feeling of him inside of her before she started moving her hips up and down, his hands grasping her waist to help her move. His impressive length hit all the right spots within her, and her body was burning, tingling, shaking, and she was calling out his name over and over, simultaneously a prayer and a curse.

Then she was falling, crashing, and he was everything, there was nothing but him, and he would be all she would ever need ever again. She felt Klaus spill into her, and she fell on his chest, gasping.

When she could think again, when she could breath again, she looked up at him, a small smile on her face. "See? Giving up control isn't that bad."

Klaus chuckled lightly, pushing some of the hair back from her face. "No, I rather enjoyed myself actually."

She giggled lightly, her earlier anger forgotten. He was hers, and neither of them would soon forget it.

"If you two are done, we have work to do." Caroline gasped at Stefan's voice coming from outside her room, the door still open, and Klaus growled lightly, twisting so that her body was hidden, not that Stefan was looking in, or even visible to the couple. "And can I say that it's about time?"

A/N: I just want to thank you all for your reviews and reading this; I've been really horrible about making sure that I acknowledge that I appreciate all of you, and I'm so sorry. Anyway, thank you again!