Pure Want
4x17 AU From when Klaus says she should go find someone less terrible.
Smut because niksbitch requested it. Though I feel I should point out that they do things right after she killed people, so this could be considered a little dark.
"Why don't you find someone less terrible you can relate to?"
Those hadn't been the words she was expecting from Klaus. She expected him to comfort her, to tell her that she was still herself, still the same girl she had been that morning; still Caroline. That it had been an accident and it wasn't her fault. "I don't want someone else. I want you." She watched as his face softened again, pressing on. "Please. I need you."
He didn't resist her any longer, tugging her to him, encircling his arms around her, one hand reaching up to stroke her hair softly, and she buried her face in his chest as her arms wrapped round him. The tears came then, softly falling down her face, but everything crashed down on her then, every last thing that she had been trying to push down; Tyler leaving, the whole situation with Elena, her guilt over her ever growing feelings for the man that was holding her tenderly in his arms making her feel safe and loved, and that she had killed twelve people. Everything piled up on her, too much for her to deal with all at once, and she had no one to talk to, no one for whom she was the first priority.
Except for Klaus. Was it really so bad to care about someone who cared for her? Her own words haunted her, first saying anyone capable of love was capable of being saved and then trying to erase that by saying that terrible people were just terrible people. The problem was that she didn't think he was terrible, and she was just... trying to stay in her denial, the denial that had become a shield for her so that she would not have to admit that she had feelings for him. All her cruel words to him played on a track through her mind, over and over, all she saw, all she heard. She knew then that she had been terrible to him, cruel with her vindictive words, seeking to hurt him, and yet he still loved, still chose to comfort her. She did not blame him for the words he had spoken before. What with everything she had ever said to him, it paled in comparison.
Then out of her mouth, through her tear-clogged throat, she was speaking a litany of I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, over and over again. For the words she had spoken, her actions, using his feelings for her against him, everything. Even if he had been the most evil person alive, that would not have given her the right to treat him as she had. And while she once might have thought that he was, she was no longer sure. She was still muttering I'm sorry against his chest through her tears, but then she heard it, his voice, soothing, shushing her, telling her she had nothing to be sorry for, and she pressed herself tighter against him. "I killed twelve people."
"Hey," Klaus lifted her chin up, thumbs wiping away her tears. "You did it to save your friend, out of love, and that's the type of person you are Caroline. What I would do to be deserving of a small portion of that love."
This was her chance, she could have anything from him in that moment and they both knew it. "Just hold me." That what was she wanted, needed, more than anything. No, that wasn't true. Because by telling him she wanted his embrace, she was forced to admit the truth of Elena's words the other night. She had fantasies about Klaus, and being in his arms, feeling his body against hers made her desire for him grow. "I need you."
She saw the shock enter his eyes, before his face hardened again. "You're upset Caroline, I'm not going to take advantage of that. You don't really want..." He trailed off when she pulled his hand down her body, unbuttoning her pants with her other hand, slipping his hand inside and down so that he could feel her wetness, her desire for him, through the thin lace of her underwear.
She pushed herself up placing a soft kiss against his mouth, murmuring "I want you" against his lips, and with a groan, he surrendered to her, pressing his lips against hers, his hand pushing her underwear aside to her gasp into his mouth when his fingers dragged over her folds. A rush of wind, her back against a tree, she opened her eyes in question to find they were in a different part of the forest... away from the graves, and she offered him an appreciative smile when he broke away from her lips. His hands moved, the one breaking contact with her and making a low growl come from her mouth to his answering chuckle. She realized then what he was doing when he pushed her jeans down, lifting her up so she could kick them off, and then he promptly tore the flimsy lace from her body.
She wasn't angry when she realized his intentions as he sank to his knees in front of her, dragging his hands up her legs, placing soft kisses on her inner thighs before he hooked her legs over his shoulders, burying his head between her thighs. His hot mouth, his tongue on her, licking and tasting the wet that he had caused to pool, shot pleasure up her spine, and she gripped his hair, bringing him closer to her as his hands gripped her waist tightly. He licked and sucked on her clit, and she gasped, moaned, arched her back, the bark dragging against her upper back somehow increasing her pleasure.
Shattering, falling, shivering, ecstasy, were the only things Caroline knew, the only things she had any concept of, waves of pleasure sweeping over her body forcefully, the only thing keeping her up Klaus' hands on her hips, the support of his shoulders. She felt her legs drop as the loss of his tongue on her became evident, but his hands kept a firm hold on her, and she was glad because she was not sure her shaky legs would have supported her otherwise as his lips returned to hers.
Then he broke contact with her lips and he was pulling her shirt over her head, unclasping her bra, staring at her in wonder, and she fought the sudden desire to hide from his appreciative gaze. "Beautiful," he mumbled as he tugged his jacket off, followed by his shirt, and her gaze dropped to the very evident bulge in his pants as he undid his belt, and her hands moved to help him push down his pants, unsurprised somehow that he wasn't wearing anything else underneath. Lips pressing against hers again, more forcefully this time, hips grinding against each other, before he paused, backing away from her suddenly. "Are you sure? I don't want you to do anything that you'll regret."
She grabbed hold of the necklaces that now rested on his bare chest, pulling him to her again so they were nose to nose. "I'm sure. You don't know, you don't know how long I've been fighting this, and I don't want to fight it anymore." Another groan from his as their lips found each others once more, tongues dancing together this time as they grew more comfortable with kissing each other. He lifted her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist in response, her whole body humming with desire for him, for him to be inside of her as she had dreamed about so many times. And then he was; slowing pushing into her, and she moaned at the feelings. Caroline moved her hips against his, trying to get him to go faster, deeper, harder, and with a low growl into her mouth, he thrust the rest of the way into her. And oh he was hitting all the right places with his impressive length and she knew he would have her coming again soon when he gripped her hips moving his lips off of hers so they were left staring at each other, pushing her up before slamming her back down onto him, setting a steady rhythm as her head fell back against the tree.
Grasping, grunting, moaning, the steady sounds of skin moving against skin was all that could be heard through the forest when, for the second time that day, Klaus had her coming as he followed shortly thereafter. Her head fell against his shoulder as he rode out their mutual pleasure, relishing in the way he was making her feel. When they could move again, their breathing somewhat steadied, he released his grip on her hips, pulling out of her, placing a tender kiss on her waiting mouth. She stepped around him, picking up his shirt and slipping it over her head before he could protest, turning to see him putting on his jeans with a small smirk as he collected the rest of their things. Caroline reached out a hand for him, and at his questioning gaze she asked, "Take me to your house?" She wasn't sure she was sated for the day, wasn't sure she would ever be again. All she knew was that she wanted him, more of him, perhaps for the rest of her eternal life.