A/N: Some fun for you'all! Happy Klaroweek!

"'I should like a little variety,' said Richard; '- I mean a good range of experience.'" - Bleak House, Charles Dickens p146

She's had been with her fair share of men, and women if you count her experimenting years, Damon sure did.

But one thing was for certain, with experience she learnt how to value sex.

When she was younger, sex was an expression of passion, it was a way to unleash frustration, to keep a boyfriend interested, a natural progression in a relationship.

The older that she got, the more she learnt to appreciate how a bend could tip you over the edge, a brush of a hand in a strategic place could make you hallucinate, a mouth sucking on the base of your neck could turn you into a believer.

Sex wasn't just a thing a boy and girl who liked each other did, sex was an art form. Sex was a religion. Sex was a line of academia.

Her experience made her confident in her abilities, and she became a sort of sexual connoisseur, keen to try new things, tossing aside weak partners, and having no qualms about ranking her partners (just a tip, Stefan ranked higher than Damon, but not higher than Enzo…)

It is ten years after he made his promise that she pays him a visit.

He is surprised but he plays coy, "Caroline, love, to what do I owe the pleasure?"

"I'm not here to join you, don't get your hopes up," she responds in a deadpan tone.

"I would never dream that would be that lucky," he says, "So I assume you need my help with something?"

"Yes," she takes a sip of the glass of scotch that he offered her, "I'm going to need you to fuck me again."

Later when he recalls the event, Klaus commended himself for keeping his composure.

"Excuse me, love, I don't think I quite heard you correctly."

"Oh sorry, let me speak clearer, I am going to need you to fuck me again."

Klaus shakes his head insolently, wondering if somehow he got transported to an alternate universe.

"Where is this coming from, love? Is everything okay? Were you not seeing Stefan or that Enzo fellow or something?"

"My my, you have been keeping a close eye, here I was thinking that you suffered from some form of amnesia that made you forget about all of us in little ole Mystic Falls."

"Never," he replied, no other explanation was necessary.

"Yes, I was with Stefan and Enzo, both relationships have since ended. And for some reason even though sex with both of them and various others over the past couple of years have been amazing, I can't stop thinking of that damn tryst in the woods that we had. Even though I hated you and I thought that was end of our liaison, it has stuck in my head and I need to know why so that I can purge myself of you once and for all."

"And why would I help you to get me out of your system? Walking away from you after we shared such a connection is something I do not want to do a second time."

"Oh come on Klaus, we both know that the whole courtship thing was some extended attempt to get into my pants, why would you turn down a chance to do it again?" She laughed.

"We both know that isn't true," his expression turned stony, "It was never about sex, that day my emotions got away from me, and I was overwhelmed with being with you, and you wanting to be with me that I took whatever I could get from you before I was forced to leave you forever. It was never about sex for me, but it seems like it was for you."

Klaus turned around and walked out.

The next couple of years she studied the karma sutra, taking time to practice all of the positions with different partners who were known for the sexual prowess. Many of them impressed her, few overwhelmed her and none helped her to forget.

She took a job with Cosmo, providing them with sex tips while researching all the new positions which claimed to 'give her ultimate pleasure'. None of them worked.

She took many men into the woods, and made them fuck her against a tree. They all ended up being poor imitations of the real thing.

Within two years, she was back at his door again.

"Just once"

"No, Caroline."

"Whyyyyyy?" she whined.

He just shook his head as he learnt against his desk in his study.

Caroline rose from the seat and moved closer to him until she was flush against him, and she felt him stiffen in response. She kissed up his jaw until her mouth was level with his ear before she whispered, "What if I licked you just how you liked it, the way I remember? What if I sucked you with just the right amount of pressure, which makes you groan like you did that day in the woods? What if I go on my knees right now for you and yield to your every desire? Would you say no?"

Klaus gripped the table harder, as he ground his hips just slightly against her so he could feel some form of friction. She smirked proudly, knowing that she had the upper hand in the situation.

"As tempting as that sounds love, I will have to decline, I am not interested in making the same mistake twice."

She walks out this time, muttering, "I have to pick the one homicidal hybrid that's a romantic."

The next couple of years, she travels, she experiences new cultures, tasty cuisine, foreign traditions, she conducts many affairs, in many different ways and all sorts of dark and seedy places but still she comes home unsatisfied.

She hated to admit it but since she had been visiting him every few years, the memories had become more distinct, as if it was taunting her, reminding her of the one sexual experience she would not be able to repeat.

Klaus was adept at torture, and he was now bestowing the worst kind on her.

The next time they meet, she is lounging on his bed decked in her best showpieces that her lingerie drawer held.

"Never took you as Robert Ludlum kind of guy, you seemed more of a classics slash non-fiction type," she said as she fingered the book that she found on his night stand.

"No," he trembled, as his eyes drunk her in. She saw him swallow deeply in an attempt to not rush over and grab her.

She smiled. He was breaking.

After that the games began.

He would send her sketches of their tryst in the woods, intimate sketches, that showed her that he remembered that day just as badly as she did. He captioned it, "When you are ready to admit your true feelings, we can have a repeat performance."

She countered that by writing him letters, going through all the positions of the Karma Sutra, describing to him in detail how she was going to each one of them to him, allow him to do it to her, and all the perks he would get if he just gave in.

He retaliated by drawing more pictures of them in other positions, in other places, bringing each other to pleasure, if she abided by his rules.

And the circle continued, until someone snapped.

She was returning to her hotel room from an opera in Rome when she found him sitting on an armchair next to her bed.

"Caroline, we need to talk, this cannot go on."

She arched her eyebrow, "Look bucko, I gave you an ultimatum, take it or leave it."

"Surely we are adult enough to come to some sort of compromise," he responded.

"What are you suggesting?"

"I will spend the night with you, just as you requested," he replied, "if you agree to allowing me to stay in Rome with you for the rest of the fortnight."

Caroline sighed, unwilling to give in, but knowing that he would never come around to her way of thinking, plus it's only two weeks, after that she could still be on her merry way and she would be free from those torturous thoughts of that infuriating man that had such a tight hold on her.

"Okay," she answered, "I agree."

Klaus smiled widely, his dimples displaying themselves while Caroline thought perhaps the two weeks wouldn't be that bad.

She intended to take note of everything that he did that night so that she might be able to recreate it with a more desirable partner but somewhere between his ministrations with his hands and lips she lost all sense of sanity.

He barely had time to process her affirmation before she flung herself onto him, her lips attached to his, allowing herself to taste that forbidden fruit that he housed in the crevices of his mouth yet again.

A deep moan echoed through his throat as he buried a hand in her hair, causing her to come closer, bury deeper. Her chest was flush against his, their bodies moulded together in a way that neither thought it would ever be again.

Klaus stood up, lifting her in his arms and Caroline's legs locked in at the small of his back and he led them to the bed, his lips refusing to be detached from hers. He tossed her onto the bed haphazardly before stalking over her and resuming the task of kissing her. Caroline tossed her leg around him to push him nearer,noticing that he was already hard for her. Caroline dragged her hand down his torso, ripping the buttons off his crisp white shirt in the process before resting her hands on the waistband of his pants.

Klaus separated his lips from hers, and threw off his shirt before lifting up her body and slowly unzipping her dress, Caroline tossed it onto the floor before reaching for him again, unzipping his pants with her other hand and grabbing old of the area of him she had surely missed the most.

She pumped him. Once. Twice. Three times. Klaus groaned loudly, hissing her name, before putting his hand over hers and yanking it away. Whispering, he said, "It's been too love, there is no time for foreplay."

She nodded as he took off and threw aside his pants and underwear and she disposed of her underwear. He kissed her deeply again, before kissing down her body, sucking on her neck, his tongue tracing a pattern around her breasts before latching on each one at a torturous pace. After every kiss he looked up at her to gauge her reaction, making sure that she was watching, that she knew that it was him giving her pleasure.

His hand cupped her center, his fingers first moving slowly, entering her most intimate area before they began to pump inside of her, moving in patterns she didn't even know she liked, touching spots she didn't even know was there, helping her to reach a bliss she was not even sure that in all her years she had ever experience. And just before she was about to come, he replaced his fingers with his manhood, thrusting in her without preamble.

And she moaned loudly. She never realised until then that what she needed was not a boy who asked her permission but a man who knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid to give it to her. He pulled out, and thrust back in, his cock moving roughly against her walls, causing an unbearable friction that made her cry out for more, not caring if she woke up the entire city of Rome.

Klaus stared down at her, her face contorted in pleasure, her hands moving up and down his bare chest and her beautiful mouth repeating his name over and over again. Yes sweetheart, remember this, remember that no other man, no Stefan, no Enzo, no other man can bring you to the heights that I can.

Caroline opened her eyes abruptly as her orgasm started building again, she pulled him down, hooking her legs behind his back again, and kissed him passionately, before releasing him again and allowing him to carry on with his rhythm, offering him the first genuine smile he had seen from her in years.

She cried out to all the deities when she came, unleashing a euphoria that she did not even know was possible. The sight of her in pleasure was enough to set him off as he collapsed on top of her, kissing her chest softly, as he gasped for air. She was always the one woman who left him breathless.

"You do know the reason why this intercourse is different to your other trysts is because none of them would ever care for you as I do, don't you?"

She looked down at him, her heart swelling with adoration, before rolling her eyes and saying, "For a tough guy, you sure are a sap. Now I need you to do a demonstration of drawing number 3 that you sent me."

Klaus smirked at her before turning her around.

Two weeks became two years.

Two years became two decades.

Two decades became an eternity.

A/N: Thanks for reading!