A/N: Another one for the drabble blog, the prompt was Caroline walks into Klaus' bar in New Orleans, dancing through the crowd without taking her eyes off of him.
She called it her journey of self-discovery, the Caroline Forbes' edition of Eat, Pray, Love. It was the summer holidays of her freshman year at college and her more privileged classmates went on trips to Europe or the Caribbean islands and most of her friends went back home to spend time with their families and old friends. But after her breakup with Tyler, proof that even supernatural high school sweethearts have expiry dates, she needed to discover who she was and think about what she truly wanted for herself when she's away from the influence of her friends.
Her first stop was Boston, where she had more than her fair share of deep fried pizza and for the first time she didn't care whether it made her look fat in her baby doll dress or if she'll look greedy in front of her significant other. She knew that she ate more than her fair share, but she felt an odd sense of pleasure that only came with a good meal. She imagined all the places she would go to and experience good food in her lengthened lifetime, there would be Italy, Lebanon, India, there's a whole world to explore and Boston was just the beginning.
The second part of her trip took her to New York City for some much needed retail therapy; no break-up is complete without it. As it was her first time in the city, she took a tour with other tourists, which introduced her to St. Patrick's Cathedral. The minute she walked inside, she knew she had never been in a more beautiful piece of architecture. She has never really been a religious person, most of her prayer time was limited to before finals and when she really wanted a new pair of shoes, but this place alluded a sense of reverence that made one want to get on their knees and reevaluate the life they lived, she never realized before how therapeutic it was to offload even if it was to someone she was not sure existed, although five years ago she didn't believe vampires and werewolves existed either.
Her journey of self-discovery was meant to end up at home, back where it all began, Mystic Falls, the town of doom. She swore the change in flights was not planned, or the fact that she had a researched list of the best hotels in town or that half the clothes that she bought in New York was probably a little shorter and tighter than what she usually wore. It was not her intention to adorn her shortest, tightest black dress, which achieved the feat of showing off her long legs and ample cleavage without making her looking trashy. It was not her intention to leave her hotel room that night and make her way to his bar. The bright lights of New Orleans lit up the path as she made her way inside. This might not have been part of her plan but she was hell-bent on looking hot through it all.
He sipped his third drink for the night. The bar was fuller than usual that evening, the good weather meant that the patrons were not in the mood for an early night; they wanted the memories and regrets that came with a hedonistic night in New Orleans. He noticed a few familiar faces in the crowd, Rebekah dancing with her latest plaything, he had learnt a long time ago that there was no point in learning the names of her constant, short-lived dalliances; the bartender that caught Marcel's eye, that Klaus had hired out of spite. His eyes moved from the Marcel bait that he procured to the door where an all-too familiar face was staring back at him.
Her face a vision as always, her eyes seeming a little bit wiser than the last time he saw her, her blonde curls that many nights he dreamt of running his hands through, and then there was her body, that was perfect in so many ways, and wrapped in a tight black dress that made his eyes jump from her cleavage to her long legs back to her eyes which was narrowed in amusement as she walked past him, his nose taking in her scent, one that he hadn't smelt in too long.
He glanced at the open stool next to him, even though the bar was filled to capacity, he was feared enough that no one dared to sit next to him. Expecting her to take her rightful place next to him, his eyes followed the back of her head as she moved through the crowd to the dance floor, which was filled with sweaty couples, enthralled in each other.
She didn't need a partner as she swayed to the music, her body was enough to keep the eyes of every man in the room, who was not occupied, on her; but hers didn't move from Klaus'. He watched as man after man tried to grind up against her or offer her a dance but she pushed each one of them away, she was there for one man only.
Her sultry dance moves causing his pants to tighten, he smirked at her, oh how he wished for the day when she would come to him, but knowing that she was right there in front of him but yet still out of his reach was causing him more pain than he could imagine.
When the song was over, she offered him a coy smile and made her way to the back of the bar to a small corridor that housed the bathroom facilities. Her stiletto had barely touched the tiled floor of the corridor when a strong hand grabbed her and she felt her body being pressed between the wall and the body of the man she had been dreaming of for months.
"So love, what brings you to town?" His voice hoarse as his mouth brushed her ear
"Do you need to be this close to me when you ask me a question?" She teased him as she moved her body closer to his, feeling his erection, finding his need for her refreshing.
"Would you like me to move away?" He asked as he laid a single, tender kiss on the nape of her neck.
"You ask too many questions," she replied to him, the pleasure of his actions sending tremors down her body, "You need to start taking action."
Within minutes he pulled her into a small room that resembled an office, both of his hands buried in her hair as he pulled her towards him, allowing himself to taste the formerly forbidden fruit of her mouth. She pushed him down into the chair behind the desk in front of them, breaking off their kiss, as she slid onto his lap, straddling him.
"Love, are you sure you want to do this?" He asked her, knowing that it would kill him to stop, but it would kill him more if she regretted being with him.
"Yes, I'm sure. I'm tired of denying myself what I truly want." She leaned down to kiss him again, as this time he held nothing back. Forcing his tongue in her mouth, they battled each other for dominance, both acting on their desires that had failed to diminish in the year that they had been apart. Caroline's hands found the zipper of his pants and undid it as Klaus arched his hips upwards to give her easier access. She dipped her hands under the fabric of his jeans and underwear and grabbed hold of his length, unleashing it from its' hold as she began to stroke him, looking him dead in the eyes. What she saw in his eyes caught her off guard, a look of utmost tenderness and affection, like he could not believe that she was really there. She took this opportunity to kiss him again, reciprocating what she saw revealed to her in his eyes. She broke the kiss when Klaus laid his hands on hers and stopped her pumping movements, understanding his actions; she got up, removed her underwear and slid onto his painfully hard member. Her eyes widened as her body adjusted to his size, he kept staring at her face as she bounced above him.
Her slick, tight walls against his manhood overwhelmed him, he could not remember sex feeling this intimate before. He thrusted his hips up to hit her sweet spot, as a loud moan escaped her mouth, getting lost in the loud music pumping from the dance floor. Her moans of pleasure made him all the more aroused as they continued to move in sync until they both reached their point of ecstasy together, and she collapsed in his arms, panting heavily, a coat of perspiration covering their half clothed bodies. He stroked her hair as he held her, whispering to her, "I will never care for anyone as I do for you. It will always be you."
Some seek support in the comfort of food, others in retail therapy or in praying to an unseen god, but for Caroline Forbes there was no better place to be than in the arms of someone who truly loved her.
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