The Aftermath
by poopaw
(Disclaimer: I do not own TVD.)
"Caroline."
She groans and buries her head in her pillow to drown out the noise.
"Caroline," she hears a rustling sound and a part of her wants to wake up because what if whoever was in her dorm room was a murderer? But then she reasons that a murderer wouldn't wake her up first.
It must be Elena.
And she's been avoiding her roommate since she, along with everyone else, found out about her dirty little romp in the woods. So, sleep it is.
"Wake up, Caroline," she hums in content, finding the voice soothing enough to lull her back to sleep.
"Come on, love, wake up."
Wait, what?
Instantly, her eyes open and she finds herself looking directly into a pair of amused blue eyes. She scans his face and finds the familiar features – the roguish smirk, the dimples, and the clean curly locks.
"Holy fuck," she whispers, unable to accept the fact that the man she's been trying to simultaneously contact and avoid was right in front of her.
Klaus crosses his arms and kinks an eyebrow. "I wouldn't go as far as involving God in our past rendezvous but if you really think that highly of me, sweetheart, then by all means."
Caroline wants to hit him. She wants to leap off her bed and attack him for leaving her to deal with the aftermath of their decision, for never returning any of her calls, for breaking his promise of never coming back.
(She doesn't want to think of him breaking his promise of becoming her last love because it's too early and there are too many implications that come with that statement.)
But she doesn't.
Instead, she pulls him to her and kisses him.
"I missed you so much, love," he whispers in her ear as he pulls in and out of her. She closes her eyes and revels in the feeling of him everywhere. His voice consumes her, his touch feathers all over her body, his warmth burns her with satisfaction, and him in her is killing her and making her feel more alive than she's ever been all at the same time.
She hums in pleasure as she wraps her legs around his torso.
More, more, always more.
Caroline's eyes connect with his when she finds herself tethering on the edge. She wants to see him. His body feels wonderful but she needs to see the emotions play on his face.
She loves how contrasting his actions are – while he kisses her softly, as if she's the most precious thing he's ever laid his hands on, his hip movements are erratic and hungry.
He buries his head on her neck and kisses softly against her pulse.
"Let go, Caroline."
And she does.
Her voice vibrates throughout the dorm room but she doesn't care. This is one of the few moments when she's felt absolute bliss and she's not going to hold back.
A few more movements and he lets go as well. Despite the strong urge to close her eyes and succumb to fatigue, she pushes herself to watch him. He's looking right back at her and his gaze is passionate, intense, and everything she's been running from. While the burn is addicting, the warmth that lies behind it draws her in even more.
(Dare she say she saw lo –)
Gasp.
Instantly, her eyes open and she finds an empty, cold dorm room.