It had only been a few weeks since Klaus and his hybrids had left Mystic Falls, and Caroline could say she was doing rather well. A Klaus-free town, Original-free town, and now all she needed was for Tyler to come back.
There was absolutely no problems in Mystic Falls now, besides the fact that EVERYONE was trying to cure Elena. It was always about Elena, everything that she, Stefan, Bonnie p, Damon and her other friends had done was always for Elena. Caroline was sick of it. She wanted to start fresh, make a life for herself, go and be free, forever, Literally. Elena was holding her back from doing that.
Yes, Elena was her friend, but Caroline always despised her. She got all the attention, all the boys loved her, and everyone cared about her and only her. The only person who ever really cared for Caroline besides her mom, was Tyler. And he was gone. Thanks to Klaus. And now that Klaus was gone, she had no hope of finding Tyler.
Tyler hadn't texted her, called her, or sent a message for her, and she was pissed off. Its not like Klaus had some 21st century phone tracking equipment!
Every atom of her missed him. His laugh, his smile, his body... his hands... the way he touched her...
She was going insane. She craved sex, every day. Usually Tyler would be the one to satisfy her cravings, but he was gone, and there was nobody to help her.
Caroline knew that resorting to pleasuring herself was no option. It never worked. Ever. It had to be Tyler.
She could feel his hands on her body, the tingling sensation he left behind wherever he touched her. His warm hands, his lips against her neck...
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'Wake up love.' a heavy British accent whispered into Caroline's ear.
A heavy British accent. Caroline only knew of one person with a heavy British accent- or just a British accent at all- and that was Klaus.
'Yeah yeah whatever, you're not even here. You're in New Orleans.'
She opened her eyes and sat up, yawning as she stretched. She stopped abruptly when she felt a male presence in the room.
'Really love?'
No. No way. It couldn't be him, he left for New Orleans weeks ago! He had no reason to be here!
Caroline rubbed her eyes and blinked a few times as she looked his way. This was no dream.
'Klaus? What the hell?! What are you doing here... I thought you were in New Orleans!'
He chuckled as he stepped closer to her with his hands in his jeans pockets, casually sitting at the end if her bed.
Klaus watched her as she glared daggers at him as he smirked at her.
Caroline sighed and got up out of bed, instantly regretting it.
'Someone looks ravishing this morning.'
'Seriously?!' she screamed as she got up out of the bed, pulling the sheets with her to cover herself, running into the bathroom. She sighed, slamming the door behind her.
Trust Klaus to perve on me, she thought.
He chuckled as he yelled back playfully, 'I never knew that you slept in only your panties and a tank top sweetheart...'
'So what if I do?! I didn't exactly expect YOU to be here at... what? Six o clock in the fricking morning!'
He walked over to the door and knocked gently while he whispered, a hint of jealousy tinting his voice.
'And who did you wear those lace panties for love?'
He smirked as the door opened a tiny crack and her face peeped out at him.
He looked at her intently and held the door open with his arm, leaning against the doorframe.
'T-they're comfortable...' she stuttered, glowing bright red as she looked down at the sheet that covered her delicious body from his sight.
'Oh I bet they are love.' he spoke seductively, raking his eyes over her curves that he could see through the sheet that she grasped tightly to her body.
'Stop looking at me like that!' She tried closing the door, but Klaus held it open wider.
Ignoring her he spoke again.
'Which do you prefer, Caroline? Sleeping with those comfortable panties on? Or...' He opened the door wide as Caroline stepped back.
'... naked?'
'Shut up.' Caroline glared at him and stepped back against the counter.
Klaus smirked as he closed the door behind him and stepped in front of her.
'What the hell are you doing?! Get out!' she screamed and turned her black to him trying to cover herself more.
Klaus vampire sped behind her, brushing hair to one side and cradling her neck.
'But I don't want to get out.'
Caroline froze as she felt his warm breath on her shoulder.
'P-please,' she trembled with fear and anticipation as she clasped the sheets tighter, 'Please get out.'
Take her here, take her now, Klaus' inner wolf growled inside him.
Klaus bent his head dangerously close to Caroline's neck and licked slowly.
'K-Klaus... stop...' Caroline whispered, a whisper barely audible to a human, but a Vampire could hear it perfectly.
Do it! The wolf screamed and Klaus gently placed a kiss on her shoulder and stepped away.
You're a fucking coward.
'Please... get out.' she spoke harshly.
Caroline had to admit it to herself, that the feel of his hands on her body was wrong... yet it felt so right. It felt like fireworks.
'Im sorry Caroline.' He spoke quietly but firmly and opened the door.
'I'll wait for you downstairs... alright?'
'Just don't peek on me while I'm showering, okay?' she mumbled.
'I promise.'