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The drive to his house is painful. An actual, physical ache pumps through me as I struggle to stick to the passenger's seat. My eyes drawing from his hands on the wheel, up his arms and shoulders, neck and chest...
My hand straying from its place firmly tucked under my lap, for the third time since getting in the damn vehicle; I reach out, touching the skin just under his T-shirt sleeve, feeling the warmth there. Radiating off of him, his body as hot and eager as my own—though when I look up at this face, he's composed, almost casual looking; while I'm sure with my eyes are my trembling body, he can read me like a book.
I glide my hand up his shoulder, around his neck and wind my fingers into his hair, tugging it just slightly, bringing my lips to his ear, placing small— almost nonexistent kisses to the sensitive skin just bellow his earlobe. Remembering how it drives him mad.
I smile a little against his neck as he lets out a quite moan, his eyes closing for a few seconds as I use my hold on his hair to pull him closer to me.
"Have I told you how much I've missed you?" When he speaks, his voice is gravelly, intense. The sound of it sends goose bumps across my skin.
"You mentioned it..." I whisper, skimming my index finger along his unshaven jaw, turning him towards me only a little, "Once or twice," I say against his lips, hardly touching; teasing.
I slide my free hand around his waist, feeling him through his thin shirt. Tracing patters there with my fingers, feeling his abdomen quiver under my touch, and loving it.
When my hand strays lower, my fingers brushing against his belt buckle; the car swerves slightly to the left—into the next lane.
An angry driver honks his horn and yells as Klaus corrects his slip of the hand quickly.
"Jesus, you're not safe to be with!" He captures my hand that now rests on his thigh, and moves it away, setting it back on my lap firmly.
I giggle a little, and sit back, pressing my head against the headrest, letting out an impatient sigh.
"We there yet?"
He chuckles, keeping his eyes on the road, both hands on the wheel.
"Nearly Love, patience."
XXX
He enters first, flicking on a light as I step into a surprisingly normal looking house. The walls are void of the dozens of paintings and sketches that line his room at home, though somehow this place also seems very... Klaus.
I walk over to the large window near the back of the main room, taking in the beautiful view from where his house sits near the top of a valley.
"Wow," I whisper, taking in the city lights—having never set foot outside of Mystic Falls, this scene in front of me makes me wonder why I ever waited so long to take him up on his offer.
With quiet furtiveness, he comes up behind me, his hands skimming along the bare skin at the waist of my skirt, his cool finger lighting leaving a trail of fire.
"Mmm..." I lean back against his chest, savoring his movement as his body presses against mine, his hands teasing up and down my sides.
Sweeping my hair to the side he places hot kissing against my spine, and neck. Making me shudder involuntarily.
"I love that I can make you do that," I can feel his smile against my neck, and I roll my eyes. But before I can think of a quip to through back at him, he's kissing me again, and my mind goes fuzzy. His scent I have missed so much, floods my nose as I take a deep breath, letting his touch and sound and smell get me high.
"And as much as I appreciate this whole, taking it slow thing..." I feel his teeth graze my shoulder, and I take in another shaky breath, "I'm pretty sure if you keep moving at this pace, I'm going to explode." I say, more as a matter of fact than a joke, though he chuckles anyway.
In one swift motion, he spins me around, crushing his lips to mine, I glide my tongue along his lower lip, tasting him. My hips relax against his, the friction between us quickly becomes addicting. A month's worth of sexual cravings coursing through us, fueling each other. Driving each other crazy.
Stepping back, stumbling out of my shoes, I'm pinned against the wall, his body settling against mine; capturing me there in sweet, sweet bliss.
I struggle to free my hands from where they're so tightly pinned to his chest, and begin to work on the buttons of my blouse.
After a few seconds it becomes apparent that my hands are trembling far too much to make any kind of progress on removing my shirt. Sensing my failed efforts, his hands untangle from my hair and fall to the top button near my collar bones.
"Help," I say against his lips and it works, he laughs just a little as his hands work effortlessly on each button before if falls open, and he slips the thin fabric off my shoulders, his eyes combing over my body, watching me like I'm the most enthralling thing in the world.
Grabbing my waist again, he pulls me against him, my back arching as I yearn to be as close to him as I can possibly get.
Gliding his hands up my bare stomach, torturously slow, his hands slide up to my breasts, causing a quiet and somewhat embarrassing moan to escape my lips. Either he doesn't notice or doesn't care; my embarrassment doesn't last long.
I grasp the hem of his shirt tugging it upwards, wanting to feel his feverous skin against mine.
The second when he's pulling his shirt over his head, and our lips are apart, I take a precious second to steal a glance at his strong looking stomach, his muscles flexing as he throws his shirt to the floor.
Umm yeah, I've missed this.
Pulling my eyes back up to his, I stare up at him, my lips tingling with the intensity of our prior kisses.
Words sticking in my throat. Three in particular, itching at the front of my mind. The only thing I want to say in this moment—I'm not sure if it's the fear or the hormones that stops me, but they don't get past my lips.
He's looking at me with such warmth I feel my insides turn to mush, our breathing slowing a little as we share a quiet moment of pure contentment.
I hook my fingers through his belt loops, pulling him close to me; the coolness of his belt buckle against my stomach sends a shock through me. I wrap my arms around his neck, going on my tiptoes so I can deepen the kiss without his assistance. He leans down towards me anyway, pressing me into the wall.
His hand drifts to my back, tickling up my spine before quickly, and fluently unclasping my bra; letting it fall off my shoulders.
"Now that takes practice," Say against his mouth, the joke in my voice apparent.
His strong hands slide down from my back, all the way down to my knees, grabbing them and hitching my legs around him, straddling his hips.
"Shut up," He quips, and with vampire speed, he's sitting on the arm of the couch, me sitting in his lap, his lips moving to my neck, awaken more goose bumps on his way down my collar bones, and chest.
"Okay," I sigh as he grabs hold of my skirt, now bunched up high on my legs. I settling deeper into his lap, becoming frustrated with the barrier our remaining clothing are becoming.
With the sound of material tearing, I'd guess he shares those exact thoughts.
"Sorry," He murmurs, though he doesn't sound the slightest bit apologetic as his hands explore newly exposed skin, my torn skirt falls to the floor. And in this moment, I could care less.
"Bedroom?" I ask, my voice hardly soundly like mine anymore.
"Mmmh..." being the only response I receive.
As his hand touches the material of my lace underwear, I force myself to push against his chest, placing my feet back on the ground.
He looks confused, his hair mussed, his eyebrows knitting together as he watches me take a few steps backwards.
I bite a smile at his expression.
"Show me," I say playfully, Klaus rolls his eyes exaggeratedly at me.
I turn towards the hallway near the front door, flicking a light or two on as I go, peeking in the rooms. The house is bigger than I originally thought, and I find a bathroom, a study, and a spare room, before I finally find one with a bed.
I turn around as I hear Klaus coming up behind me and smile at him in the sexiest way I know how.
"What you were saying earlier," He says. His voice is even, with a hint of annoyance, "About this slow pace..."
I back away from him into the room.
"Who says I want to go slow," I say in a hushed tone, reaching for his belt, and undoing it with much more ease than my blouse.
He's there, on me, pinning my arms to the mattress, holding me so tightly I have to strive to move myself against him.
"I'm tired of slow," I whisper in his ear, before rolling us over, as I hover over him, lowering myself against him, feeling every movement like an exposed nerve, alive with electricity and passion.
Sensing his desires to be in control, to dominate in this game of sexual roulette, I lean down, kissing him, lying against him—giving him free rein to do with me what he will.
And when he does, he rolls us back over. Pressing himself into me, holding me so close I can't breathe, but I don't care.
I reach my hand out, grabbing onto the metal bed frame for support, an anchor.
It's only seconds, and the large piece of bed frame my fingers are wrapped around breaks off completely into my hand with a loud snap. My eyes fly open and I stare at the metal rod in my hand in shock.
"Ohmygosh," My voice is so breathless I can hardly understand myself, "Your bed!"
"Caroline," Klaus murmurs against my neck, his tone is scolding, bringing me back.
"Sorry!" I drop the frame and return my oddly distractible attention to him, "It's just that, I broke your be—"
His mouth silences mine, wiping any thoughts of my vandalism from my mind entirely. My entire body taken over by ecstasy and my mind into a complete frenzy.
I will never be able to get enough of this. Enough of him.
As my entire body is possessed with heat and wild fits of pleasure, I can't remember where I am. What time it is, or even the day. All I remember is who I'm with. And who I want to stay with, for the rest of my life.
XXX
"I don't want to mess up!" I hold the electric razor in my hand, away from my body like it's a small animal that could bite.
"It's electric, it pretty much does it by itself," Klaus assures, amusement in his voice.
It's three in the morning. I'm seated on his bathroom counter, kicking my legs nervously as he checks the setting on the buzzing object in my hand.
"Have at it." He says, his fingers moving my legs apart a little so he can step between them, standing close enough from me to reach his face and neck easily. He keeps his hands on me; not exactly helping with my concentration.
I sigh and bring the razor to his jaw, dragging it across cautiously.
"If this looks like shit you have no one to blame but yourself."
He chuckles quietly as I do a second stroke, this time against his neck.
"Don't laugh I'm gonna mess up!"
This only makes him laugh more.
"At this rate I can be completely shaved by, I don't know, April?" He says sarcastically, after ten minutes of precision and effort on my part.
"Shush," I say, carefully bending the small object around the curve of his chin for the last time before switching off the incessant thing. "Jeez that thing's annoying. Don't you find it annoying?" I ask, setting it on the counter and brushing off the small clippings from his 1979 AC/DC T-shirt I'm wearing. It hangs low on me, just passed my butt. No doubt he purchased it from the concert itself.
"To be honest I never noticed, it's not usually running for so long," He brushes his bare chest off with a towel as well as my bare legs. Scratching his newly trimmed jaw, glancing in the mirror behind me.
"Not bad," He comments, giving me a smirk.
"Here now you shave my legs," I tease, lifting my foot and pushing against his chest, forcing him to step away from me, standing at legs-length.
He rolls his eyes and grabs my ankle, pulling himself back into me, and kissing me on the lips quickly. Too quickly.
I rest my hands on his jeans, hanging lazily on his hips, holding him there, looking up at him from my place on the counter.
"What?" he asks, when I've been staring at him for probably too long.
I blink a few times, comprehending the words that float to the tip of my tongue for the second time tonight. But this time, I can't hold them back. In fact I don't even try.
"I love you."
XXX
"This is wrong. A bunch of people just died and we're having sex." I push Tyler away as he's lying on top of me in my bed, hungrily kisses me.
"Greif sex, it's healthy." He attempts to get close to me again, but I push him away.
"It's selfish!" I shoot back at him.
"It's natural." I roll my eyes at his excuse. "Besides if we stopped having sex every time someone died in this town, we'd explode," He presses himself against me, possessing my lips even as I go to say something.
"We need to be more sensitive," I hold him at arm's length this time, keeping him away so I can speak without a rude interruption. Still his hand wanders under the covers, touching the material of my panties between my legs.
"Tyler," I shove his hand away, scolding him.
"Oh come on." He rolls his eyes, pauses, thinking for a second or two. "I love you. How's that for sensitive?" His tone is so matter of fact. So... Not how I pictured this moment at all. My boyfriend telling me he loves me in an attempt to soften me up for sex?
But I loved Tyler. Didn't I? This is who I'm with—I bite my lip, filing the silence with a smile. Come on Caroline, don't be a coward, say it back!
I sit up as much as he will let me, and look him right in the eyes.
"I love you too," I whisper back.
And without another word, his lips are crashing against mine again, silencing the moment with sex. Hmm.
XXX
The contrast is comical.
Here; in this house in New Orleans. In the middle of the night, covered in whisker trimmings, wearing an over sized AC/DC T-shirt; I've never felt so sure of anything in my life. These words come out of my mouth with ease. It's as if my heart has been holding on to them, for months; years, but has been waiting for my slow brain to catch up with it.
He stares at me, just looking at me in that way he does that makes my insides turn to jelly. Blinking out of his shock, he picks up my left hand, placing a kiss on the inside of my wrist, and then my palm, holding my hand in both of his.
"And I love you."