I was watching Lady Hawke, I got feels. This was born. Smut for Christine because I think I owe her.
One-hundred ninety two years, ten months, and six days since she had last seen him.
It was a cruel irony, she had given into him only for Silas to curse them to never be together. She considered it a fate worse than death. And it wasn't as though he would be the one to die from it, not even Silas was powerful enough to do that, but she would. If she saw his face, heard his voice, she would die.
Klaus hadn't even stayed long enough for Silas to finish his curse, leaving before his presence could harm her.
They killed Silas, but the horrible weight that had settled on her shoulders remained, and she wondered if she would ever see him again.
She graduated high school, tried to continue living her life as before. Then the plane tickets started coming. She went, a smile on her face, some small piece of him still with her. Klaus sent her everywhere, and she loved it, every minute of it. The independence, the sights, the smells, the food, the entertainment. And after the first time, there was always a drawing of her in whatever place he had sent her to. It was comforting to know he was still looking out for her, even if she couldn't see him.
And then one day, a perfectly ordinary day as she walked the streets of Barcelona, the weight that had been on her shoulders was suddenly gone. One-hundred ninety two years, ten months, and six days later.
And then he was there, she would recognize his scent anywhere, encircling her waist with his arms, turning her round to face him, relieved looks lighting up both their faces before their lips collided together, hands curling, tugging, into hair, bodies pressed together, but they needed to be closer to each other. It had been far too long, and this wouldn't, couldn't, be enough.
Then they were running to her apartment, making it no further than the foyer, Klaus slamming her against the wall by the door, her whole body flush with need, and he was already hard as he ground into her, their kisses wild, desperate, hopeful. Clothes ripping, tearing easily, without a care. The clothes could be replaced, they needed each other, and that was all that mattered.
He grabbed her legs, lifting her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist before he thrust into her. Pounding her into the wall with every jerk of his hips as he drove into her again and again. Her fangs dropped, sinking into his shoulder, and he growled above her.
It was different from their first time. That had been lovemaking with the candles, and rose petals, the soft bed below her back, and this, this was a feral, passionate reclaiming of each other.
The combined feeling of his pounding into her combined with the aphrodisiac that was his blood had her falling, shattering, shaking, moaning as she tore her fangs out of him. He rode out her sweet release, kissing away his blood still on her lips as he kept entering and exiting her body, and she felt the waves of pleasure start again just as he spilled into her with a moan, burying his face in her neck.
"I take it you missed me then?" she whispered, trying to keep her voice steady.
He laughed into the crook of her neck, placing a small kiss there before looking her in the eye. "Do you need another demonstration of how much I missed you?"
Her body tingled in expectation and want as she nodded her head excitedly. She would need a whole lot more to make up for how long they had been apart. And she suspected he felt the same, moving them to the couch in her living room, fondling her breasts with one hand while the other moved down between her thighs.
She was suddenly looking forward to her forever. A forever with him.