So someone on Tumblr asked me to write a second part to Overture, so I did! Let it never be said that I break my word! Also, PLEASE go easy on me, I've never done actual smut before! Enjoy :)
Overture II
The middle of the semester brought out both the best and the worst of Caroline's neurotic, control-freak tendencies. On the one hand, her perfectionist personality gave her the drive to rehearse and study like there was no tomorrow for mid-term exams, and consequently she passed them with flying colors. On the other hand, the stress and pressure of her final semester before graduation had gotten to her, especially the fact that her senior vocal recital was fast approaching. She could detonate like an atomic bomb if someone pressed the right buttons, and everyone who knew her was smart enough to never make that mistake.
Everyone, that is, except for Klaus.
It had been about a month since their first heated meeting in that small practice room, and from then on they had snowballed into something resembling an actual relationship, although neither one of them wanted to label themselves—not yet, at least. The fact that they were practically sneaking around due to the student-teacher forbidden love scenario didn't help matters in the commitment department.
Close friendship seemed the closest term that adequately described them.
Aside from rehearsing the duet together with Katherine and the frequent knowing glances they exchanged as they passed each other in the hallway, they made a silent agreement to find a time to see each other away from the public eye at least once a week. As they very well couldn't go back to her on-campus apartment she shared with her roommate Bonnie, they usually went back to his place.
Sometimes he made her dinner, complete with a bottle of wine and candlelight. Sometimes they watched a movie, usually of her choice, and she would tease him by picking some silly chick-flick. Often they found themselves drawn to his beautiful Steinway piano, him serenading her with a few of Mendelssohn's Songs Without Words, her singing along softly when he would change it up with a well-known pop tune.
Somewhere along the way, they found themselves progressing into something much more than simply friends.
But there was one thing that had not progressed as one would think. Not since that first meeting.
Oh, they had certainly kissed, more often than not in his office with the door closed, taking great care to muffle their moans and keep clothing intact.
After a month of engaging in this dangerous dance, however, Klaus was more than ready to persuade Caroline to take the next step.
Hence, why he took every opportunity that presented itself to tease her.
Constantly.
Placing a hand on her thigh while they sat down on his couch. Sneaking a finger past the waistband of her jeans and stroking the skin of her hip. Brushing the side of her breasts with his hands.
She never failed to slap his wandering hands away. But lately, he had noted with interest that her slaps were gradually lacking in their usual strength.
Fantastic.
The tides were turning in his favor. All that remained was to wait for the opportune moment.
Luckily for him, he did not have to wait for long.
"Seriously? What possessed you to schedule my senior recital rehearsal at 9 pm on a Thursday night?! Isn't that against the rules or something?"
He chuckled, watching her throw down her belongings onto the recital hall stage in annoyance from his position on the piano bench, the lighting from the stage lights casting a warm glow and highlighting her blonde curls that she had opted to leave down, framing her face.
"My apologies, love, but this was the only time the hall was open today, and as next week is spring break and your recital is on the Tuesday we return, I believe this is really the only time we have to run everything without anything too pressing hanging over our heads."
As the pianist for her recital, he had rehearsed with her a few times before, but this was the final run-through where they actually could use the whole stage and test out the lovely acoustics in the hall, as opposed to the usual cramped office or practice room, where the sound was essentially dead.
"Ugh. Fine. You win. We're already here, anyways, and I really do need to practice as much as I can," she conceded begrudgingly, pulling out her folder of music and placing it on the piano.
"How are you feeling about your pieces, sweetheart?"
She sighed, her initial frustration deflating. "I guess I'm alright. It's just stressful, you know? 30 minutes of music is a long time, no matter how you slice it. Especially for a singer." She shook her head, shooting him a half-smile. "But I am kind of excited to do it, though. My mom has invited like all of her deputies from the station, and most of my friends are coming out to support me, which is awesome."
He smiled at her. "I'm glad to hear it. And if you sing just like you do in rehearsal, pouring out your soul and letting others catch a faint glimpse of it through you voice, you'll do wonderfully." Grinning as her pink cheeks, he turned back to the piano, opening up his binder to her first piece. "We should get started, because we've only got the hall until about 10:30 when security comes to lock up for the night. Wouldn't want to get in trouble now," he winked at her.
She rolled her eyes at him. "Ready when you are, maestro."
He inclined his head, smirking. "As my diva commands."
The first notes of Barber's The Desire for Hermitage echoed around the hall, and Caroline began to sing.
"Ok, I totally need a break, my voice is starting to get all breathy," she said some time later, unscrewing the cap to her water bottle and drinking deeply.
"Do you want to call it a night? I don't want you to hurt yourself," he said with concern, looking over at her as he stood up and stretched, the action exposing the skin of his sculpted abdomen. He caught Caroline staring at him, causing him to grin.
"No—no, I'll be fine. There's only 2 pieces left to rehearse, anyways," she muttered, a faint blush gracing her cheeks.
His grin widened.
Strike while the iron is hot.
"Like what you see, love?"
Her head snapped up, glaring at him. "What's it to you?" Her cheeks were now bright pink.
"It's of great importance to me," he replied smartly, stepping towards her confidently. She backed up, but before she could move too far he had easily trapped her in the crook of the piano, his arms caging her in between himself and the instrument. "You see, I have great plans for us tonight, and mutual physical attraction happens to be an important factor."
She tossed her head in defiance. "Oh really? What happened to getting out of here early so security doesn't catch us? It's already past ten, anyways—"
She stopped in surprise as his lips descended on hers, the small of her back digging into the hard polished wood of the piano as he pressed himself against her.
She groaned, placing her hands on his chest. "Klaus—we need to rehearse—"
"Oh but we are, sweetheart. In fact, we've been rehearsing for the past month. This is merely the warm-up to the grand performance." His breath tickled her ear as he planted open-mouthed kisses along her jaw, his hands caressing her hips teasingly.
She closed her eyes, losing her grip on reality with every touch he gave her. But she suddenly pulled back, giving him a warning look.
"I swear to God, Klaus, if someone catches us, I will personally put you through a shredder."
He laughed, pulling her back into him. "Is that a yes?"
He could sense her hesitation. She bit her lower lip, considering him with an unusually serious expression. He opened his mouth, about to apologize for his forwardness, when she straightened up with a glint in her eye, leaning toward him.
Throwing caution to the winds, she answered him with a searing kiss. "It's a promise, Professor Mikaelson." She lowered her voice. "And I always keep my promises."
He chuckled at her. "Well then, I believe I should take certain precautions to decrease my chances of death by shredder." He lifted her in the air bridal-style, cutting off her squeak of surprise with a firm kiss. He carried her off the stage and into the dark, unlit wing of the stage, avoiding the assortment of stacked chairs and music stands, and deposited her gently onto the old, creaking sofa that sat in the corner of the wing.
He stood there for a moment, the silence surrounding them almost unbreakable, save for their labored breathing.
There was just enough light from the stage lights to see her lying before him, her eyes bright with desire.
He couldn't keep his eyes off of her.
"Are we ready to begin our performance, Professor Mikaelson?" Caroline purred seductively, beckoning to him with her finger.
A growl emanated from deep within his chest, his desire for her skyrocketing. It was not often that Caroline called him by his 'proper' title, but when she did, it was an instant turn-on. He sprang toward her, quickly lowering his body on top of hers, delighting in the pleasurable friction between their bodies. "You have no idea how I've longed for this: to touch you…make love to you…to play you like the fine instrument you are." He punctuated his words with a trail of open-mouthed kisses on her neck, her breathy moans only encouraging him further.
He felt Caroline's hands at the hem of his shirt, and he raised himself back, obliging her. She pulled his shirt off, her delicate hands running all over his bare torso, scorching his skin everywhere she touched him. Not to be outdone, he wrapped an arm around her back and pulled her into him, giving her a passionate kiss on the lips before he returned the favor and slipped her peplum blouse over her head. Immediately he attacked her collarbone with his lips, his scruff scraping gently against her skin. Caroline arched up into him, keeping her arms locked around his neck, her head thrown back in pleasure.
Soon enough, he slowed, pulling back just long enough to admire the lacy pale pink bra she wore, before he caught her gaze. She was looking at him intently, the trace of a smile adorning her lips, and she nodded at him.
Smiling, he reached around and unclasped her bra, peeling it off of her body with deliberate slowness, before he tossed it on the ground.
"Beautiful." He whispered, and lowered Caroline back down onto the couch. He lowered his head, and took one of her pert nipples between his teeth, sucking lightly, smirking at her answering moan and buck of her hips. The soft flesh of her breasts was even better than he could have imagined, and he took his time worshipping them, alternating between using his mouth and his hands.
Caroline, for her part, could barely form a coherent sentence, the pleasure was so overwhelming. Unable to take any more teasing, she took matters into her own hands, frantically pushing him off of her and fumbling with his belt buckle. She grasped him firmly in her hand, pleased at how hard he was for her.
"God, Caroline," Klaus hissed, much to her satisfaction.
Revenge was sweet.
She added a bit more pressure, pumping him slightly faster. His breath came in short pants, little groans escaping his lips.
Before long, he stopped her, standing to remove his jeans the rest of the way. Caroline's eyes widened as she saw him in all his naked glory—the man was actually perfect. Her train of thought was interrupted, however, when he knelt beside her, placing his hands on her cheeks, his thumbs making soft circles against her skin.
"Are you sure, sweetheart?"
Caroline opened her mouth, her desire for him so potent that she was almost annoyed that he would ask her now because hello, seriously?—but something in his face stopped her. She recognized that look—the look she had seen in her own mirror more times than she could count, back when her insecurities were at their height and her standard for men was at its lowest—the fear of rejection. But it was not only that—it was a look akin to hope, a curiosity of where they would stand with each other after they took this path. She was sure she had the exact same look on her face. What would happen after this? Would they continue on as "friends," or would they perhaps be something…greater? Lovers? A couple?
She didn't know.
But all that could wait until later. All she knew, right in that instant, was that she needed him. All of him, with nothing held back.
"Yes," she breathed shakily. She watched Klaus breathlessly as he unzipped her jeans and pulled them down her legs, one leg at a time, before they were a heap on the floor. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers curled around the waistband of her black lace panties, which he removed painstakingly, his stormy blue eyes firmly fixed on her face.
She flushed pink under his gaze, now completely bare to him. The ache between her legs intensified tenfold and goosebumps erupted all over her naked body.
"Caroline," he whispered. It wasn't a question; it was adoration.
Suddenly, she threw herself at him, pulling him up onto her and rolling them over so she landed on top of him, moaning as she felt him teasing her dripping entrance. In one swift downwards motion of her hips she enveloped him, keeping her eyes locked on his, reveling in the small blissful gasps that fell from his lips. She stilled for a moment, burning this moment when they had first become one into her mind, taking in every sensation and emotion swirling within her.
All at once, Klaus sat up bring their upper bodies flush together, eliciting a surprised moan from her.
The new, more intimate position felt—
"So good," Klaus growled, capturing her lips with his, flaring up her desire once more. "Sweetheart, you feel absolutely glorious."
His words, husky and dark with lust, nearly drove her mad. She began to move, agonizingly slowly, sending shivers all over her body. Once she took him in completely, she pulled out all the way, just as slowly, wanting to feel every inch of him within her. She was so lost in a passionate haze that she barely registered the feel of his stubble slightly scraping her neck as he decorated her neck with hot kisses.
Needing more of him, she picked up the pace, slamming down onto him, hard, causing them both to cry out.
Klaus's hands instantly went to her hips, guiding her in her movements, his own hips bucking up into her, his breath coming in harsh pants.
Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony as they made love, making sweet music in the chorus of sighs and ecstatic moans that rivaled the passion of the most skilled violinist, the beat of their hearts pounding together in a rhythm know only to them.
She could feel her orgasm building, her mind lost to the pleasure, completely blank except for one thought: Klaus.
Klaus.
Klaus.
So focused on him and the feel of his body joined to hers, it didn't take long for his name to escape her lips, chanting it over and over again, like a prayer.
She didn't notice her eyes were closed until she heard his voice.
"Look at me, Caroline."
Her eyes jolted open, meeting his turbulent blue ones, her lips parted. He kissed her once more, sucking down on her lower lip and nipping at it with his teeth just as their bodies came together so forcefully that Caroline saw stars, crying out as she toppled over the edge of bliss, his name once more escaping her lips. She collapsed into his arms, her head burrowed into the crook of his shoulder, her ears just barely picking up his voice grunted her name as he thrust into her one final time, riding out his own orgasm.
They remained entwined together for some time, catching their breath, enjoying the post-climax glow. He traced patterns on her back with his hands, breathing in her scent, his check pressed into her soft curls.
At long last, Caroline lifted her head, and Klaus was relieved to see the lazy smile gracing her face. The knowledge that he had brought her to such contentedness was infinitely gratifying.
Feeling his own lips turn upwards, he brought his lips to hers, ever so sweetly, just brushing her lips.
She hummed at the contact, but by and by he noticed that she was humming a melody. In no time at all she was crooning softly, her arms still around his neck, her eyes looking steadily into his own, sparkling.
Dein blaues Auge hält so still,
Ich blicke bis zum Grund.
Du fragst mich, was ich sehen will?
Ich sehe mich gesund.
Es brannte mich ein glühend Paar,
Noch schmerzt das Nachgefühl;
Das deine ist wie See so klar
Und wie ein See so kühl.
It was one of her recital pieces; Brahms, in fact. He stilled as the German melody and its entrancing language floated around him in Caroline's lovely tone, his heart thumping erratically as he recalled the translation in his mind.
Your blue eyes keep so still
That I can gaze upon their very depths.
You ask me what I want to see? -
I see my own well-being.
A glowing pair burned me once;
The scar still hurts, still hurts.
Yet your eyes are like the sea so clear,
And like the sea, so cool and detached.
Her voice faded away as she finished singing, leaving him speechless.
Was this how she truly felt about him?
He knew that he cared deeply for her, despite their short time knowing each other.
It had been a constant struggle, his aversion to commitment battling with the strongest urge to get to know her, to be with her...to cherish her.
Did she feel the same?
No, it wasn't possible. No one truly loved him, he daren't hope for such a thing—
"Klaus?"
He started at her whisper, looking down at the blonde beauty in his arms. "Yes, Caroline?" he asked quietly.
She bit her lip shyly, ducking her head. "I…well…it's just that—that—I think I'm falling in love with you. That's all."
She peeked up at him, a glint of vulnerability shining in her gaze.
His heart nearly burst within him.
He almost didn't believe it.
But one intent, searching glance at her face, so beautiful in its honest sincerity, confirmed her words.
She did care.
She cared for him.
He beamed at her, unable to contain his joy. "That's all, is it?"
She nodded, that lovely blush he had come to adore staining her cheeks once more. "For now."
He lowered his head, their foreheads gently touching as he kissed her, pouring his gratitude into it.
Oh, sweetheart, if only you knew…
He had already fallen for her.
He couldn't quite find the courage in him to voice it yet, but it was there. He couldn't deny it.
And she was falling in love with him.
For now, it was enough.
I'm just going to go hide now because that was my first smut ever and I'm pretty sure it was awful and terrible...but I hope you still liked it and leave a review! Also here's the soundtrack if you want to look up the songs, they all so gorgeous and I got so many feels from them!
The Desire for Hermitage by Samuel Barber
Dein blaues Auge hält so still by Johannes Brahms