Beginning inspired by "Stay" -Sara Barielles
She had returned to what can be called "mostly normal". She still got sidelong looks of worry occasionally but they accepted her old bright smiles. Even Stefan knows better than to press for information as to where she's been. She broke up with Tyler properly on the phone by telling him honestly that she didn't love him anymore. No one knew that late at night in her own bed, she would touch herself to the memories of his touch and his kisses. Sometimes she wakes up crying.
It turned out that she had missed prom and graduation but she didn't care. There was no point in college either. Her mother always seemed like she wanted to argue that point but she keeps her peace. The older woman is satisfied enough to have her daughter back. Caroline now works a part time job at a local restaurant. She keeps expecting him to walk through her door like a ghost that won't stop haunting her.
He had kept his beautiful woman in his bed for six months. It's been longer than twice that time since she'd left. Klaus restrained himself; he had to wait for her to come to him whether it took another year or a century. It was the only way to keep her. He hasn't been in the vicinity of Mystic Falls as he waited for her in his far off mansion; the place he had kept her. He doesn't bother with his family unless he has to. Blood tasted bitter, the art felt empty. Now he sits in his house alone, waiting, desiccating like a tragic hero.
He suffered at the thoughts that she wouldn't come. The proof is in their history. If he didn't force her to be with him, she wouldn't give him the time of day. Even after finally, finally knowing the feeling of being joined as one, she might not ever come back. Caroline, the woman, will always be the one thing he can't control, no matter how hard he tries.
The brief knocking at his door would have been too soft for human ears. He stood from the blank canvas and strolled to the door, certain it would be Rebekah with another lame attempt to get him out of the house. When he opened it, his jaw went slack.
"Aren't you going to invite me in?"
The thick tension was choking him. He couldn't believe his eyes. She was truly a vision from above. All his dreams and memories couldn't prepare him for the beautiful, healthy blonde smiling at him with those dancing eyes. "Caroline?"
"Or maybe I should invite you to a cup of coffee."
He took in a large breath, trying to think but words failed him. As it was, he was bracing himself against the doorframe.
"You look so tired, Klaus. Have you been eating?" she cupped his sunken cheek like a docile child, "Of course you haven't. Do you know why? Because I killed you."
"Your promise," his eyebrows shot up.
Her thumb stroked his prominent cheek bone. "I kept asking myself, 'How do you kill an immortal?'. You break their heart. I hurt you in the only way I could. I left you alone."
Pain and anger flooded his clear blue eyes. She was still smiling, even after everything she's confessed, but sudden hot tears leaked down her face. "But I was dying too because the whole time I've known you, even though you've done so many bad things, even when you forced me to stay with you, I couldn't admit it. I couldn't say—"
She crushed her lips against his. His arms instantly wrapped around her as her hands tangled in his curls. She pulled away, cursing, "Damn you, Klaus, damn you. I've always loved you. But I had to punish you. You shouldn't have—"
This time he silenced her with another heated kiss. There would be no more words.
Their kiss was full of sucking, biting, and tongue dancing. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his hips and found home when his hard erection pressed against her softest spot. He groaned at her grinding as he pressed her against the door. The heat that flooded her threatened to make her explode before anything even happened.
It was madness. Neither could think of anything but the overpowering, crazy need to touch and feel everything within their reach. His hands that knew all of her secrets were harsher than they've ever been. He gripped her breasts tightly and squeezed. The only thing holding her up was his body pushed flush against her. She felt every part of his chest in her restless rubbing. The smell of instant arousal hit his nose. Pulling on her blonde silky hair, Klaus growled into her exposed neck. He didn't dare bite because he knew he couldn't control himself. He might kill her.
She had no such qualms about her indestructible lover. Her teeth sank into the flesh of his throat. As the blood filled her mouth, his eyes rolled up in pleasure. He ripped her shirt open and tore down the pane of her flat stomach. She licked the bite mark one last time. Even though her eyes blinked open, all she could see was red. Where he touched made her muscles quiver. They were on a runaway train headed to crash and burn.
Her nails clawed down his back while he bent to suck the breasts he missed. He clutched her moving hips. The spot burned her so badly. Her toes curled painfully, her mouth open in breathless pleasure. Her thighs were trembling. It was right to be here. Her heels dug into his lower back, edging him on. He shredded her skirt, ecstatic to find she wasn't wearing any underwear. She was dripping wet.
"Caroline, say it again," he groaned the words as he kissed her.
He was pulling down his pants as fast as he could.
She couldn't think, let alone understand what he was saying. She was so close, so close. "Klaus, I love you. Klaus!"
Their eyes locked together, he thrust up into her. She came at that instant. Her body shuddered and lights flashed before her eyes. The beautiful look on her face and her moans that filled his ears almost made him unravel. Klaus continued thrusting. She hung to his lips as she felt it building inside of her. He drove into her, filling her deeper and deeper each time. She cried when she came a second time, her tightening walls were too much for him. He moaned her name with a final thrust.
Klaus slowly let her down to the floor. They wrapped around each other, boneless and blissful. He continued kissing her. He couldn't believe this was happening. Caroline was here to stay. Before they knew it, they were tangling further. They've been apart too long. There was too much to make up for.
Hot kisses are always their beginning.
A/N: *smoking my victory cigar* ok, this started out as only PWP smut. I mean, I wrote it cause I was kinda pissed other Klaroline stories didn't have as many kinky scenes as I'd like. So how did it suddenly get so dark and emotional? Didn't want this to be something where the girl loses herself in the man. Remember girls: keep your own separate identity and strength. Hope you liked it anyway.
Sorry for the long wait. I needed the proper inspiration if you know what I mean. Might get another chapter in two weeks. R&R