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After returning home exactly when Elijah promised they would and not a minute earlier or later, Klaus is hastily walking toward the shop. After spending the last hour in the car looking at Caroline's last text, then at the clock, and then at the speedometer, he cursed Elijah for not driving at least five miles over the speed limit.
"There are limits on roads for a reason, Niklaus."
Even if they arrived earlier, it wouldn't have mattered. He received a text from Bonnie, informing him that there is a money matter that needs to be resolved immediately sitting on his desk at the shop. Something about a refund from one of their distributors and they need it to be fixed tonight and...she wasn't exactly clear. What is clear, is how inconvenient it is that he has to go to the shop when he has a waiting Caroline back at her apartment.
Klaus slips into the darkened comic book shop grumbling about never being able to take time off without some sort of crisis happening. Whether big or small, it never fails. He walks behind the front counter and notices the light is still on in his office. He does a double take when he sees a shadow move across the bottom of the door frame.
His chest tightens and he freezes in panic, watching the shadow continue to move. It must be Bonnie or one of the other employees, he rationalizes.
"Hello?" he calls out and watches the shadow freeze and then fade away.
With the lack of response from the intruder, he looks around the room for any sort of weapon to protect himself with. They're not a violent family and honestly the shop has never been a place that thieves or vandals have actually been interested in, so what would be the point of owning protection? Kol had a bat once, but it took one time for Kol to get scared and swing away, breaking a glass case and the valuables inside for them to decide it wasn't such a great idea. However, Klaus wishes he would've kept the bat, instead of gripping the green lightsaber he's holding now.
Maybe the green glow will distract the thief, he thinks and switches the lightsaber to on; illuminating the door and reaching for the handle.
He slowly turns the handle and decides to surprise the thief by throwing the door open wide and jumping in with the lightsaber poised threateningly above his head.
"Auughh," he screams and shakes the toy vehemently, looking around for the culprit.
Instead of seeing a frightened crook, he sees a pair of long white boots decorating a familiar pair of long legs, accompanied by a soft giggle and a wide-eyed Caroline. Caroline is sitting on his desk, her crossed legs peeking out of a long white cape with fur around the neck. Her blonde locks are curled over her shoulders and her beautiful face seems to shimmer under the incandescent glow of the lone desk lamp.
"Caroline," he says and lowers the lightsaber quickly to the ground. "What are you doing here?"
She leans forward and pushes off of the desk, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor as she lands on her feet. She runs a finger up to the satin bow around her neck, and begins to pull at it. "I'm not sure who Caroline is," she croons. "The only two people I see in this room are you and me...The White Queen." She takes a dramatic pause before he watches the satin cloak drop to the floor, unveiling the tiny garments underneath. His heart stops, and as the lightsaber in his hand clatters to the ground, the one in his pants rises to full staff. He lets out a half gasp half laugh at the sight of her.
"Oh my God...you're role playing," he says in complete shock. "You're role playing Emma Frost," he tells her again, unable to believe his own words. "In my office...you're role playing Emma Frost in my office..."
"Well...yeah," Caroline shrugs and lazily sways toward him.
From the thigh high boots, to the small underwear and bursting corset, it truly is as if he has the real White Queen standing right in front of him. She stops mere inches from him and runs her finger down his jawline and leans in close to his mouth. He can feel her steamy breath on his lips and her breasts lightly heaving against him. She looks at his mouth and he catches her blue irises peering up at him through thick fenced lashes before she whispers, "So...what was it you were going to do to me again? Something about Thor's hammer..."
He feels the heat creep up to his cheeks when he thinks of the texts that Kol had sent. He should really tell her the truth. It would be dishonest to gain any sort of reward from his brother's treachery.
Oh my God, would you listen to yourself, you sound exactly like Elijah.
Kol may have sent those messages but it's not as if he wasn't thinking them.
She turns around and presses her back into him and runs a hand behind her to grasp the side of his neck. She smiles when she feels his erection move up and down the small of her back as she shimmies. She makes her moves slow and deliberate and moans softly when his hands grab hold of her waist and he leans down to kiss her shoulder.
The way she's moving, it's as though she's dancing to a silent tune. She bends her knees and drags her body down before popping back up and pushing her ass into his waist. He groans and decides this is an opportunity to show her exactly what he would do if he could have his way with Emma Frost.
She looks over her shoulder and bites her bottom lip and says, "What are you waiting for, Thor?"
"You should know that Thor completely ruined Emma Frost," he tells her and pushes her forward.
"Oh yeah? How so?" she asks and her palms flatten against the desk in front of her.
"During one of the many battles between the X-men and the Avengers," he begins to explain and loops his fingers around her panties. He drags them slowly down her hips and thighs, and continues, "Thor and Emma had a face-off."
"Sounds intriguing," she purrs. "Tell me more."
He runs his hand down her bare back and massages her ass before leaning into her and pulling her up into a standing position. He trails kisses down her neck and along her bare shoulders before plucking a finger along the corset strings on her back. He loosens the first string with one hand and runs the other hand down the front of her. He takes a moment to admire her skin beneath his fingertips and smiles when he sees her delicate touches. She has sprayed herself with some sort of shimmer, giving her skin the illusion of diamonds. He loosens the second string and leans forward to run his lips and tongue along her neck. He murmurs to her, "I see you're wearing your diamonds tonight," and his hand skims down her arm.
She softly chuckles, "I'm so glad you noticed." She turns her neck back to face him and pulls him down into the first kiss of the evening. His tongue immediately makes its way past her lips and mingles with hers. Her mouth opens wider, and she revels in the memory of last night and how he tasted. His hand is working diligently at the corset but he's loosened it enough now that his other hand is able to slip underneath. She moans in his mouth as his hand palms her breast and she breaks from his kiss and asks, "So what happened between Thor and Emma."
She's growing anxious for Thor's hammer but he's going to make her wait. And he shows her as much when his fingers move down her stomach and invade between her thighs. She arches her back and whimpers, "What happened?" she asks him again and turns her neck again to face him. She moves a foot on top of the desk chair, giving him better access to her pleasure points.
"Well," he starts and hears her breath hitch as he slowly massages her clit. "After a lengthy amount of bantering between the two, Emma finally says too much."
"Uh-oh, what did I say?" Caroline gasps, continuing her little game of charades.
"Well, love, you teased me about not being man enough," Klaus growls taking on Thor's persona and continuing his ministrations between her legs.
"Oh, but you're a god, how dare I speak to you that way." She leans against Klaus and brings his mouth to hers once more. He undoes the last corset string and it falls to the floor, leaving Caroline in nothing but bare skin and tall white boots. "Please tell me that...you punish...me," she asks him between pleasure filled gasps, as he moves his fingers between her folds deepening the pressure and sliding a finger inside of her.
"Oh I'm going to punish you alright," he says and rocks with her as his finger moves in and out. His other hand grazes down her sides, and his palm rolls across her breast, playing with her nipple between his fingers. She wraps both hands around his neck and leans back into him, kissing him deeply and whining when his finger picks up its pace. His thumb works roughly against her while he continues to move in and out of her, his finger getting soaked more and more with each pump.
The ache between her thighs increases and she's so close to coming. His finger doesn't stop and before she can even process what's happening, he's inserting another one. Two fingers riding her walls, curling deep inside her and leaving her speechless and breathless with every movement. She grabs hold of his neck tighter and thrust her hips forward as he moves his fingers in. His thumb is moving rapidly against her and it's when he slows the rhythm of his thumb to a gentle patter but continues the fervent pumping of his fingers that her senses are on overload and she completely lets go. Her eyes roll back and she screams out nothing in particular, just her appreciations for a job well done.
He lets her go and she spins around taking no time in removing his shirt and tossing it to the side. She flinches a little when she hears his glasses clatter to the floor with this shirt. "Sorry," she winces but continues to remove his pants as well.
"They're fine," he tells her and removes her hands from his belt and spins her back around. "But...Thor is going to have to punish you even more now."
"That's right," she says, her voice shaking with anticipation. "You never did tell me how Thor punished Emma."
"I think you have a pretty good idea already," he lets his pants drop to the floor and he pulls her back to him.
She licks her lips and closes her eyes as she feels his dick move between her thighs and play between her folds. "Tell me...did he use his hammer on her?"
Klaus smirks and situates himself nicely behind her. "You know he did!" He pushes her down and her palms rest gently on the table in front of her once more. He's throbbing against her, as if her warm, sweet center is calling out to him. Their positioning would show him as the dominant, but it is clear that Caroline is the rightful owner of Mjölner, and he is just its servant. He wants to give it to her again and again, to feel her tremor and lose control every time they make love.
He hears her begin to whimper and he knows it's time. He rests the tip at her entrance and tells her, "Thor is a god," and pushes deep inside her.
"Yes...mmm...yes, you are!"
He pulls out of her slowly but keeps his throbbing tip inside of her. He lingers for a moment and slams back into her. "He doesn't put up with mere mortals."
"That's all I am," she agrees and moves her hips in a circular motion. "I need you to punish me faster...harder!"
"Then that's what I'll do."
He grabs her by the hips and guides her forward and then back. Slowly at first, but quickly picking up momentum. Her voice gets louder and her need grows deeper as she screams out. "Please don't stop. Tell me what Thor does to Emma."
"He rushes toward her with his hammer high in the air..." He throws his fist in the air as if holding that hammer high above his head as he pounds deeper and harder inside her.
"Yes, what does he do with that hammer?" she asks breathlessly. "What does he do?"
The nerdiness behind their current throes of passion, is more than Klaus could have ever dreamed. A beautiful blonde woman, dressed as Emma Frost, wanting him to talk dirty to her and fuck her from behind. This doesn't happen to mere mortals...this happens to gods. And in this moment, that's exactly how he feels. Like a god of Asgard. Like a fucking god of Asgard!
"He takes that hammer and he slams it into her." He grits his teeth and does just that, slamming into her over and over again.
"Yes," her voice becomes more frantic as her walls begin to clench tight around him. He's going to make her come again, but he won't come with her. No. He is a fucking god of Asgard, and he will make her come three times. By the gods...he will make her come thrice!
Her voice is like a trumpet when she comes, sounding off in triumph as if rejoicing his victorious return from the battlefield. She leans forward further on the desk, her cheek pressed against the cool desk. She lifts up on her elbow and peers back at him. "That was pretty amazing."
"I'm not quite done with you," he laughs.
A god.
He turns her around and places her on the desk and she giggles and wraps her "fuck me" white boots around his waist. She leans forward and kisses him deeply, and runs her hands through his hair. She holds onto him tightly and her head falls back, exposing her neck, as he moves gently back inside of her. He starts at the bottom and licks the entire length of her neck, nipping here and there with his teeth. He pushes her back and leans over her picking up his pace once more.
She reaches to her sides and grabs hold of whatever she can. Paper crinkling in her fingers as he pumps in and out, his teeth gritted. She reaches up and grabs the necklace dangling in front of her and pulls him down for a kiss. His mouth muffles the sounds of pleasure that are now vibrating against his tongue. Just a simple "mmhmm...mmhmm," is the only audible noise he can make out. It's enough to let him know what he's doing has her approval and when he pushes deeper her mouth breaks free and so does her voice.
"Fuck me!"
He looks down at her and smirks, such a naughty word for such a pretty mouth. Seeing her below him, completely lost in her desire. Completely enthralled in what he's doing to her, he's certain even Thor would not be able to withstand the desire to lose himself completely in her. He places a hand above her head and the other cups her ass, pulling her up high and off the desk.
"Yeah...yeah...yeah," she says and he looks her right in the eye.
"Are you going to come again for me, Caroline?" he asks her gently.
She nods, keeping her hands wrapped tightly around the back of his head and her forehead pressed against his. "Are you going to come with me, Klaus?" she whispers.
Klaus doesn't hold anything back at this point. She's about to let go again and she's invited him to fall with her. Even gods of Asgard need to stop at some point, and if her cries didn't indicate her release, then the way she clutches tightly around him and he begins to slide easier in and out of her does.
She soaks him completely and he follows her lead, screaming out and finding his own liberation. He falls down atop her and she runs her hands through his hair as he nestles into her breasts. He realizes they got very little attention and so he begins to press gentle kisses on them.
"You are so beautiful," he tells her. "Dressed as Emma or not, you're beautiful."
"You're not so bad yourself, Klaus Mikaelson." She smiles up at him and he picks her up off the desk. He walks to the far wall and slams his fist against it. She screeches a bit and clings tighter to him when a bed startles her and falls to the ground.
He throws her down and kisses her again, "In case you wanted to stay the night," he says.
"Well isn't this convenient?" she giggles.
Holy gods of Asgard!
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