All Through the Night

Smut. Set after the events of 4x18 just because I can.

Caroline didn't necessarily think of herself as being patient. She could wait, she could restrain herself, yes, but once she wanted something she went after it with everything she had. No, she was not patient. Not now. Not with the image of him sweating, shirtless, his muscular chest exposed to her waiting eyes, was still clear in her head. Oh, she wanted him, and she did not want to wait to have him anymore.

Then there was Tyler. On the one hand she had missed him so much not twenty four hours ago. She had wanted him, needed him to come back. But when Klaus basically agreed that he could come back, she realized that a part of her had only wanted him back because she couldn't have him. Because he had been taken from her without any other choice. And now that she had the choice... her mind wanted different things; she felt fickle, and she cursed herself for it, but it wasn't something she could really change. Her heart wanted someone else, it had for a while if she was being completely honest. It wasn't the same anymore with Tyler. Things had changed. What she wanted had changed. They were two different people who kept being torn apart. And there was a man who loved her and understood her, and she wanted what he had to offer.

And she sure as hell didn't want to be just friends with Klaus.

No, she didn't mind the prospect of being friends with him. She welcomed the idea, actually. He cared about her, obviously, and she felt... more accepted with him than she did with anyone else, Stefan being the only real exception. He made her feel like it was okay to be herself, without fear of judgement. She wanted to be friends with him, as crazy as that was. It was just... when he looked at her a wet heat spread between her thighs. And he did that with a look. She didn't think she could be just friends with him. Not with the way her body responded to his.

And when he had grabbed her arm minutes earlier... her body had reacted and, well she had wanted things. His lips on hers, namely. His hands roving over her body. Her hands lifting the shirt off of him so that she could run her hands over his chest as she had been imagining since he had gotten better. Oh the things she would do with him. She wished for a moment that he wasn't as sinfully good looking as he was. That he didn't have the accent to match, as well as the brains, and the power, everything that she felt drawn to. Because those things only added to the attraction, made her want him more.

Suddenly, she was turning the car violently around, driving back to his house. The real thing was just waiting for her. Why should she waste time imagining it? The rest of everything could be dealt with tomorrow. Right now, she wanted him. And she didn't feel as bad about it as she had before. Their dynamic had been changing for months if she was being honest. She had never hated him as strongly as everyone else had. He was intriguing. He was different, new, and he was the most powerful person she had ever met. That he liked her, that he had fallen for her, was more than a little flattering. It was also frightening. He was... well he was Klaus. He had already proven just how dangerous he was.

And maybe that was what had really changed tonight. She had seen him vulnerable, in pain, and she had been worried for him. The thought of losing him, where Tyler made her feel pain in her heart, the thought of losing Klaus was utterly unacceptable. Aside from the fact that she would die if he did, she couldn't picture living in a world where he was not there. To bother her, to flirt with her, to stir a longing in her that she hadn't known she possessed.

It was with those thoughts in mind that she ran into his house, finding him in the room she had left him in, and without giving either of them a chance to say anything, to ruin her resolve, she grabbed the back of his head, pulling his lips down to hers. It may just have been her overactive imagination at work once more, or that she had wanted and fought against this for so long, but she could have sworn the hallelujah chorus was playing in the background. He took a moment to respond, but he did wrapping his arms around her, pulling her body closer to his.

He pulled away after a few heated moments, looking at her in question, but she just pulled him back to her. She didn't want to speak, didn't want to be convinced that this was crazy. She wanted this. She needed to have these moments with him. They could at least give each other tonight before they had to deal with the world and each other. If they could only have one night, she wanted this to be it before everything caught up with her. And she wanted it to count.

Caroline didn't know what the new day would bring; what troubles her friends, Silas, Tyler, even Klaus would cause. But she knew that he had managed to earn her trust back, and she wanted to act on her desires in case he messed it up again. She didn't want him to, but she couldn't help but wonder... if his anger, his jealousy, would get in the way. She needed to end things with Tyler better than they had before, she knew that, but she also knew that any reunion they had would look bad to Klaus. So a part of her here and now as he kissed her, deeply, passionately, tongue and teeth and love, was doing this for him. To show him how much she really cared.

She craved his body, that much was true, as was evidenced by the very clear scent of her arousal in the air, but it was more than that. This wasn't some itch that needed scratching, it was a need for the intimacy of being with someone else. That closeness. And she didn't know, didn't have the words to say to tell him how she felt. So she showed him instead.

She let him lead her through his mansion, all smiles again, and his smile... she swore she could fall in love with that smile alone. He tugged her into a room, and she smiled when they stopped before the bed, their lips finding each others once more.

His hands pushed the sweater off her shoulders, and she gripped the bottom of his shirt to pull it off of him, running her hands over his exposed torso as she had wanted to all day before she traced her lips over the tattoo on his arm, before pulling back to raise her brow at him questioningly. "Later." He murmured, dipping his head back down to hers. She mumbled her assent against his lips, hands still tracing patterns over his chest, tugging gently on his necklaces.

It was slow, languid, as they undressed each other and he laid her down on his bed. As if they both knew that this could be it for them. It could be their one shot. But Caroline, well her resolve to have this be it, at least for a while, was wavering. He was so... tender with her as he traced his lips down her throat to grasp one of her taunt nipples between his teeth to her gasp. It was gentle and erotic, loving and sexy all at once. And then he was moving lower, steadily, steadily lower, down her body and by the time he got to her thighs she was begging for him to touch her.

And he did, with his fingers and his tongue, every soft touch, every smooth flick of his tongue bringing her closer and closer to the brink of her release. And she had never felt like this, this had never felt this good before with anyone but him, but maybe that's what he was trying to do, and she didn't care as her hands fisted in his sheets, and from her mouth came his name over and over again, her entire body aflame from him, boneless, weightless, and she trembled as he lifted his head from between her thighs, moving back up her body. "You taste divine, love."

She would have blushed from his words, but his lips landed on hers, and she forgot her earlier embarrassment as she tasted herself on his lips. Then they were rolling, tumbling over each other on the bed in a fight for dominance. And they were laughing. And it was the single most romantic moment of her life. Because it wasn't just about him or even just about her. They were enjoying each other, enjoying the looks of pleasure on each other's face. And this, this moment, was all Caroline had ever wanted. She sunk her body down unto his hard length, relishing at the feeling of him inside of her, pausing for a moment to adjust to him, before she started moving.

The look on his face as she moved was nearly enough to make her come again. He raised his body up on his elbows so he was sitting with her still moving on him, and they clung to each other, all kisses and hands, moans and gasps, the slick sound of skin moving over skin. Klaus gripped her, helping her move when her body started to tip again over that blissful edge that was in sight. The feeling of his hot seed spilling into her was the final catalyst and she let go once more.

"So what happens now?" He asked, hours later as she lay with her back against his chest.

She turned her face to his quickly, grasping his hand in hers. "I tell Tyler that it's really over. And then I guess we'll see where things go from there." But she could say with all honesty, all sincerity, that she wanted him in her future. For the first time, she could imagine the life that she could have with him, and she wanted it. She twisted in his arms so that she was straddling his hips, smirked when she felt his growing arousal under her, before she leaned down to whisper in his ear. "Don't you want to convince me to want you more though?"

With a feral growl, he had her pinned underneath him once more to her laughing shrieks. Caroline could most certainly get used to this.