A/N: This is just a drabble that came out of auspices of my mind.
"Niklaus, did you hear me?" He looked up from his phone to address Elijah's question.
"No sorry, could you repeat what you said?"
"I wanted to know if you were interested in coming with us to the bar?"
Klaus glanced at his phone and then back at Elijah and responded, "No thank you, I'm quite exhausted, I think I'm going to have an early night."
"Sure, I understand," Elijah replied as he and Rebekah made their way out of Klaus' home.
The minute the door shut, he turned back to his phone and reread the message, "Hey. I'm bored, what are you up to?" His fingers worked at a maniacal speed as he replied, "Nothing really. Would you like me to phone you?"
His nerves were on edge during the three minutes that he waited for her response, and he let out a short breath when he heard the familiar chimes that indicated that he had a new message. "Yes, sure!" His eyes lingered long on the exclamation mark, that one punctuation mark which seemed to hold so much enthusiasm, before he clicked that familiar button that dialed her number so often.
"Hey!" Her bright, lilting voice warming his chest as he entered his room and made his way over to his bed.
"Good evening love, how are you doing?"
He heard her sigh on the other side of the line, "I'm fine, I guess. Everyone has gone to a frat party but I wasn't really in the mood."
"What about Tyler?"
"He went with them, some of his football friends are with in the fraternity so he had to show his face." He didn't miss the sadness in her tone at her mention of Tyler's estrangement but it made him smile in a triumphant way that talking to him on the phone was preferable to a wild night out with the young hybrid.
She prattled on, telling him about her classes, her professors, her cheerleading, and he listened attentively, giving her all the responses that she wanted to hear and when she in turn asked him about his business in New Orleans, his vampire wars, his relationship with his siblings, he answered her earnestly, their conversation flowing so easily.
He found her to be a curious specimen. Never in the thousand years that he had roamed the earth had he met someone that he had such a deep connection with, someone who came from such different circumstances but yet was able to understand him so well. A part of him wondered if she was created by the gods to torture him, to show him that there was someone who was right for him, who was everything he could possibly desire but who did not to be his.
A yawn from her side broke his thoughts, which she followed by a giggle. "I think that's a sign that I need to go sleep," she commented, "And I'm sure you have a big plans out on the town to get to and I'm just boring you with my teen drama."
"Yes yes sure," Klaus replied, unwilling to tell her how he cleared his night for her, how he would give up everything for the chance to hear her voice, "But you never bore me, every experience sounds exciting and fresh when I hear it from you."
She let out another shy, slightly uncomfortable giggle, the kind he is used to her letting out whenever he becomes overt about his feelings for her.
They said their farewells and his heart dropped, the sad feeling that always followed a conversation with her, when he did not know when he would hear her voice again.
He undressed himself and settled into his usual routine, no inkling of him wanted to leave his bedroom; he wanted to savor in the moment of Caroline wanting to speak to him, of her seeking his company. He thought of her smile, the feel of her skin beneath his lips when he kissed her at her graduation, the way her eyes shone when she got particularly excited.
Every night he imagined her coming to him, appearing at his bedside, telling him that she wanted him. Every night she haunted him, her melodic laugh, her sweet scent, his mind would go wild, imagining all the things they could do to each other, and he would begin to stroke himself. It started the night after he left Mystic Falls for the last time, and each night after it, it become a sort of mechanism of dealing with the fact that he won't be seeing her everyday, there was no chance that he could randomly bump into her. It was especially difficult on the nights when he would speak to her, she would seem so close but yet so far away. His hand moved up and down his member, his thoughts singularly on her – the way she walked, her hands down his bare back as she tried to take the imaginary stake out of him, how her eyes fell on his lips when they analyzing the map while looking for Silas' sacrifice site, everything about her enticed him. With each stroke his images of her became more graphic, more risqué, until he felt himself release, and he was once again ashamed at what she had reduced to him to. He climbed off his bed and made his way to the shower, washing off the evidence of his lack of control, knowing that the following night the ritual would continue.
A/N: I was very nervous about this drabble. Not so sure of Klaus' characterisation and I know masturbation is an uncomfortable topic, but let me know what you think, might help me to get a better grip on it. All feedback is welcome.