I know you've all probably been getting impatient with these two, but I just wanted to keep it realistic. After all of Caroline's been through with him, I really don't think she would just jump into bed with him the first chance she got. Although... Seriously, come on.
Anyway I'm sure this chapter will satisfy a few of your Klaroline cravings :) I've never written anything like this before so hope it's not total crap. Your reviews are what keep me going! So please let me know what you think!
Side note: I may have been listening to a lot of Marvin Gaye while writing this...
My cheeks still damp from the tears, and his hot breath on my face. My back pressing into the mattress, his body settling over mine, our chests moving together as we breathe through each other, surviving off of each other's air, sharing one being.
His hands slide up my sides, catching the hem of my shirt with his fingertips as he sets flames to my ribs, my chest, my neck, slipping the material over my head, catching a handful of my hair at the nape of my neck; keeping me close.
Skin against skin, chest against chest, lips seize his as I slide my hands into his hair, gripping myself to him. Goose bumps rise, pressing against my skin, his touch burning through me like wildfire.
Pulling his face from mine, keeping his eyes on me, hands gone searching—zippers, belt buckles, shoes—shed.
Skin.
Exhilarating.
My mouth curling around words I feel I need to say, catching in my throat; shivering in need, unable to process the things he makes me feel, incapable of pain—ecstasy.
Hands gliding against sweat, nails against the soft flesh of his shoulder, the delicate skin of my collarbones, healing fast; blood tinting the air—Unbearable.
Heat flooding me, carrying me, breaking me. I cry out, something sounding less like words, more like a plea; meaningless, but heavy with significance.
His hands around my arms; wrists; hips; fingers curling around the backs of my knees; weakening me—tormenting me.
My lips trailing down his jaw, against the base of his neck, bracing himself over me— matching my breaths with his own. Letting my tongue trace the outline of the dark tattoo on his shoulder—his mouth finding my ear, his teeth glide against my lobe. Racking my brain.
"Please..." Hardly able to articulate my wanting, I speak against his mouth, his tongue gliding against the inside of my lower lip, consuming whatever words that may have followed.
"Tell me," He instructs, lacing his fingers with mine, pinning them above my head—pressing into the mattress, slick palms, slipping against the soft blankets. Pulling his mouth away from mine, mine straining to follow him away, but he looks into my eyes. An inferno blazing through the blue; all consuming.
Losing any hope of forming a coherent sentence, I force myself to nod, never breaking my eyes away from his, unable to look away for a second.
He stares at me, one more moment...
Our hands wander, helping remove any small barriers keeping us apart. Hot against hot.
Naked.
Electric.
Slowly, torturously slow, he settles with me, capturing my mouth with his again, silencing both of us; dismissing any further notions of conversation—maybe forever.
Fierce; slow; extreme; fervent.
Alive.
XXX
I wake up to art. First on the ceiling, then the walls; propped on the floor.
I rub my eyes, the bright lights from the window flood in, for a second I can't remember what day of the week it is. The memories of the last 24 hours flash through my mind, starting with yesterday morning, waking up in Elena's bed.
I glance over to the other side of the large bed, my blood pumping a little faster than what I'm used to in the morning, hating how anxious I am.
Klaus lays there, his arm lying over his eyes, his bare chest moving slowly, and evenly. I wish I could match it, but his proximity, mixed with the events of last night, or a couple of hours ago, are causing breathing at a regular pace to be somewhat of a challenge.
I turn on my side, gathering the sheet in front of me, tucking them up to my chin. My eyes trail down his abdomen, the thin blankets resting low across his hips. I prop myself up on my elbow, prying my eyes back up his stomach, to his partially hidden face.
His stubbled jaw causing a blush to rise into my cheeks, as I remember how it felt on my bare skin...
"I can feel you staring," His voice is thick with sleep, and he doesn't move his arm from his eyes.
I bite a smile, "Sorry,"
In a second he's turned towards me, taking my hands, and pinning me to the bed, his face hovering just a few inches from mine. I giggle as I attempt to break free; even using all my vampire strength he's like an indefatigable statue. His fingers loosen on my arms, softness creeping into his eyes as we stare at each other in the morning light.
"Good morning," His tone holds something strong. Something serious, yet so full of happiness it's contagious.
"Good morning," I say, my voice quiet, absorbing his joy through his touch, through his eyes.
My phone chimes from somewhere in the room.
I glance around, trying to place where the cheerful sound had come from. I spot my jeans across the room, near the door. My cell tucked carefully in the front pocket.
I glance back at Klaus who's still staring down at me, almost as if he still can't believe I'm actually here.
I'm with you on that.
He keeps me captive for one more moment before letting me go, and sliding away only slightly.
I flip the covers off my legs, pushing myself off of the bed; I ache.
Like actual sore muscles. I groan quietly, rubbing my neck; I can't remember ever feeling achy like this since becoming a vampire.
Snatching my jeans off the ground and checking my phone.
A text from Elena: Hey, I'm really sorry about last night... I waited for you at my house. Did you go home?
I glance at the time, 10:35 AM
"Oh my gosh, I slept so late!" I immediately start my search for the rest of my clothing, already having missed first period, I'm sure I can make it to school before lunch.
Klaus removes my shirt from his bedside lamp, where it must have landed with an off-handed toss. Pitching it my way, I give him a small smile, finishing clasping my bra into place.
Sliding into yesterdays jeans, I check my phone again, another message from Elena that I don't bother opening.
Klaus slides out from the bed, stretching a little before walking into the ensuite bathroom.
I try my hardest not to follow him with my eyes before he disappears into the small room; and fail.
When I hear the shower turn on, my stomach does a small summersault.
I shake my head and pull my shirt on, trying to run my fingers through my hair to no avail.
I slip into the bathroom, the steam from the shower already fogging things up. I wipe my hand across the mirror, taking in my dishevelled appearance.
Ugh.
When the shower is turned off ten minutes later, I look at least half decent. I've removed all my makeup, brushed my teeth, and pinned my bangs back and out of my face.
When Klaus emerges from the shower, a towel hanging low on his hips, rubbing another through his hair—I watch him in the mirror. His every move. Not being able to take my eyes away.
I turn from the sink as he takes a few steps closer, I reach out and replace his hands rubbing the towel on his head, and I finish drying his hair for him. Slipping it away from his face and around his neck, I use it to tug his face towards mine, kissing him passionately.
"Mmm..." He murmurs against my lips, "This could be dangerous."
"Mmhm," I nod, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling myself against him, my shirt dampening against his wet chest.
After a few minutes, we're both breathless, and I'm later than ever.
"I have to go," I say, pushing against his chest, moving him away from the bathroom sink I've propped myself against.
"Yes," He lets me go, stepping away.
Even thought part of me hates the absence of his hands on me, I really do have to get to school, apologise profusely to Rebekah who will no doubt bitch to me about leaving her alone during prom prep, and still come up with a story to tell Elena about last night's disappearing act.
I grab my bag on the way out the door, turning towards the empty driveway.
Shit. My car is still at the Salvatore's. I check the time again. Double shit.
I contemplate calling Elena for a ride, but hate the idea so much its fleeting.
I glance up at Klaus's bedroom window, check the time, and glance around the driveway once again— as if my car would have magically appeared in the last few seconds.
I've come to the decision to start walking, just as I hear the front door open behind me.
Klaus, keys in hand, dressed in a sharp looking leather jacket and dark washed jeans, hair damp from the shower. He doesn't look the least bit surprised to see me still standing in his driveway, no doubt having remembered from the start I would need a lift.
Walking right past me, heading for the three car garage off to the side of the vast property.
He glances over his shoulder at me, still not having moved from my place on his porch; staring at him in disbelief.
"Coming love?"