In honour of our telephone crossover scene later this week I decided to do a little drabble for the occasion.
Caroline receives a call from a wrong number. Usually she'd ignore the person on the other end of the line but his voice was just too damn sexy to resist. A phone relationship ensues, even though they both apparently have partners. Smut Warning.
Lips of an Angel
It's funny that you're calling me tonight
And, yes, I've dreamt of you too
And does he know you're talking to me
Will it start a fight
No I don't think she has a clue
Well my girl's in the next room
Sometimes I wish she was you
I guess we never really moved on
It's really good to hear your voice saying my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak - (Hinder)
Present Day
"You're late," she teased, after connecting his long-awaited call.
"Well, we have this thing called a time difference, love," he joked, his voice full of sleep. "It's the middle of the night in London."
"Well, I've been in bed for about half an hour, waiting for you to call," she purred. "It feels like forever since we last spoke."
"Trust me, I know," he groaned, and Caroline could sense his frustration. She knew exactly how it felt, once a week just never seemed enough to satisfy their mutual sexual appetite.
"I've missed your voice," she murmured, nestling further into the bed covers. Tyler worked night shift sometimes and lucky for her it was one of those nights. Caroline never imagined she'd be the type to do this, but surely a little bit of phone sex didn't hurt? Well, that's what she'd been trying to tell herself.
"I've missed yours too, sweetheart," he replied, sincerely. She would never get tired of him calling her those pet names.
"Are you naked?"
"Grey boxers, how about you? Tell me you're wearing the red teddy?" He growled, his voice husky with desire. "You know that's my favourite."
"You've never even seen it," she murmured, the tingling sensations only he could cause, rippling through her body.
"I don't need to see it to know you look absolutely ravishing, love."
"What if I told you I took it off five minutes ago because I was impatient," she cooed, looking at the discarded item on the floor next to her bed.
"I'd say I didn't think it could get any better, but you've made my day." Caroline squirmed excitedly in bed, excited for the ensuing orgasms she knew he could incite. Another moment of guilt passed through her mind, briefly dampening her anticipation.
Yes, she sort of had a boyfriend, but Caroline and Tyler's relationship was a mere shadow of its former self. He hadn't touched her in months and surprisingly she didn't care. The love they once shared was well and truly gone.
It had started off promisingly when they began dating in college and she truly believed she loved him. However, their wealthy families had seen their union as a lucrative business partnership they could benefit from. Needless to say the pressure from their parents was enough to extinguish any of the remaining feelings they felt for each other. They'd decided it was easier just to fake their relationship.
Call it crazy but for some reason it seemed easier to keep up the ruse with their families, than deal with the ugly fallout they both knew it would cause. She'd lived a fairly solitary life since then, Tyler was a different story, hooking up with randoms, his sexual urges obviously too strong to ignore.
Caroline had always thought sexual addiction was weak and would never fall prey to it, until she answered her cell one fateful Sunday evening. She never knew that one cheeky Englishman could change all that.
3 months earlier….
It was a particularly boring Sunday night and Caroline was curled up on her couch wondering what she could do to liven it up. After flipping through the numerous channels and finding nothing remotely interesting on TV, Caroline had switched it off in a huff.
She'd attempted to read her novel but it sat there discarded by her side after she lost concentration. Caroline considered calling Bonnie and Katherine for an impromptu outing but she couldn't be bothered doing anything that required her to remove her pyjamas.
That hadn't stopped Tyler who was currently with his mates doing god knows what. He'd become increasingly distant and was out a lot, tonight was no exception, not that she really cared.
Just then her cell rang, Caroline's ears pricked up immediately wondering who would be calling at this hour. She figured answering it might at least alleviate her boredom for a while.
She consulted the screen noticing it was an overseas number and wondering who she knew in the country code 44. Given she had no idea where 44 was, Caroline figured she shouldn't answer but for some reason she connected, curious to see who it was.
"Hello?"
"Hello?" An unmistakably English accent, enquired. Caroline figured she knew which country code 44 was now. "Who is this?"
"You called me," she baulked.
"Cleary," he shot back, without a beat. This guy had some nerve.
"Who are you?"
"I asked you first," he replied, childishly.
"How old are you, five?" She spluttered, close to hanging up on this overly arrogant ass. She didn't care if his voice was sexy as hell.
"Who am I, how old am I? Anyone would think you had a little crush, love."
"You know, I have far better things to do with my time then entertain your immaturity, and don't call me love."
"Well, how can I call you anything else when you won't tell me your name," he persisted.
Every fiber of her being was willing her to hang up on this anonymous idiot, but for some reason she couldn't bring herself to do it. She sat in silence trying to decide what retort she should come up with. He could obviously sense her hesitation and continued talking.
"I promise I don't bite."
"Well you'll excuse me if I don't believe an arrogant stranger," she scoffed, unimpressed.
"What makes you think I'm arrogant?"
"Well this conversation is a pretty good indication. You've obviously got the wrong number," she muttered, knowing she'd entertained this guy for too long already. She pressed the end button decisively, realizing that was two minutes of her life she'd never get back.
She decided to make some popcorn to break the boredom and try to decided what she could do in the meantime. After placing the saucepan on the stove, she folded her arms across her chest waiting for it to pop.
Her phone rang again, scaring her briefly and making her jump in fright. She picked it up from the counter noticing the same number. What part of wrong number didn't he understand? She connected, against her better judgement.
"What part of wrong number didn't you understand?" She asked, repeating her earlier thoughts.
"Well, I figured as much when a female answered my mate's phone."
"This is my phone."
"Okay, the phone I thought was his."
"So, why are you bothering me again then?"
"Honestly? I loved the sound of your voice," he confessed and she could tell the he was smirking, bastard. "I just wanted to hear it one more time." If Caroline was being honest she'd thought the same thing about him five minutes earlier.
"I think this definitely constitutes stalking."
"Oh, come on love, get to know me. I dare you."
"And why would I want to get to know some crazy phone stalker?"
"Well, for starters I'm all the way across the other side of the pond to do you any real harm."
"And that's the reason you think we should talk?" She drawled. "I think you need to improve your argument if that's the best you've got."
"Okay, how about you give me a chance to prove myself?" She rolled her eyes, was this guy serious? "Five minutes and then I'll leave you alone forever." She considered his proposal, realising just how bored she must be to entertain this weird scenario.
It was only then she heard the loud pops from the stove that Caroline realised she'd forgotten all about the popcorn. She raced over; voicing her annoyance that he'd distracted her in the process.
"You're giving me a complex."
"You distracted me and now my popcorn is going all over the place," she growled, eventually containing the flow.
"How did you know popcorn was my favourite?" He chuckled into the phone, and Caroline didn't think she'd heard anything so sexy in her life, damn this guy. "I hope we're having salt."
"We're not having anything," she said, emphasising the word 'we're'. "I'm having icing sugar, salt and butter, if you must know."
"Why would you want to do that for? If you ask me that's just a heart attack waiting to happen."
"You realise insulting my popcorn toppings aren't the best way to get five minutes with me?"
"And yet we've already been talking for at least one," he replied, smugly. "So tell me why icing sugar?"
Caroline realised that trying to argue was fruitless and although it was crazy she was kind of enjoying this random occurrence. "You know salty and sweet."
"Excuse me?"
"I think this going to take a while to explain."
Five minutes had turned into two hours, and two hours had turned into three months. They'd discussed everything over that period, from food tastes to favourite movies to more personal topics. He told her all about his loveless relationship and Caroline could of course relate. They'd spent hours discussing their similar situations, which had eventually lead to them talking about their shared frustrations, the lack of bedroom activity being one of them.
This had of course lead to some raunchy encounters. She had been pleasured more times over the phone than all her times in person with Tyler. Now Caroline couldn't contain her excitement when she heard her cell phone ring. He was most definitely an addiction she didn't want to give up anytime soon.
Present Day
"So seeing as you're naked already, are your nipples erect?"
"Mmmm," she moaned, unable to find the words to elaborate.
"Yes they are," he murmured. "Imagine my mouth tugging on your left nipple, the other between my fingers. "Does that feel good?"
She rubbed her fingers across her hard nipples, imaging him sucking on one while tweaking the other.
"It does," she sighed, contentedly. Her skin was on fire at this stage as she imagined his tongue massaging her breasts slowly. "I love when you do that."
"How about when I let my mouth wander downwards, biting and sucking at your supple, creamy skin while my fingers do the same thing? Are you wet yet, love?"
"Saturated," she barely replied, her breath ragged, her fingers moving lower and penetrating her hot centre.
"Yes, you're dripping wet," he reiterated. "Imagine my fingers massaging your silky folds moving dangerously close to…" She didn't let him finish, only letting out a loud cry, knowing just where his fingers were heading. "That's right, just let it all out."
"Tease," she whimpered, desperate for him to reach his destination.
"No need to call me names, love" he joked. "Now where were we? Oh that's right; I'm rubbing my fingers teasingly along your clit."
"God, yes," she cried, bucking her hips in response and delving her fingers in deeper, imagining it was him. She was nearer to climax, the sensations he was causing reverberating throughout her whole body.
"Does that feel good?"
"It feels fucking amazing," she bit out, the pressure becoming too much to bear and knowing she was close to losing every remaining shred of control.
"I can tell you're close." Even though he was on the phone and miles away, Klaus could always tell when she was almost at breaking point. It was a gift that was for sure.
"I want you to cum for me, can you do that?" He growled his voice deep with longing.
She felt herself tighten and the waves of desire that had been steadily building exploded inside her. She cried out his name, shuddering with pleasure as the remnant sensations rippled through her body. She laid there for what felt like ages, when she finally heard his soothing voice through the phone.
"Alright, love?"
"More than alright," she panted, finally regaining her composure, albeit slightly. "You know what would make my day?"
"What's that?"
"If you take those boxer shorts off so I can give you some much needed attention," she grinned evilly, his distant groan only spurring her on more.
"Your wish is my command." She could hear him removing them, the delay only arousing her further. She licked her lips, anticipating her second delicious orgasm of the night.
Suddenly, she heard keys in the front door, realising Tyler had decided to come home early, typical. He always knew how to interrupt her fun. Although they were leading separate lives, Caroline didn't want him catching her engaging in phone sex.
"I have to go," she whispered into the phone frantically, desperate not to get caught in the act. She jumped out of bed and threw on her clothes haphazardly, her cell phone still firmly attached to her ear.
"Caroline, you can't just leave me hanging like that," he whined childishly, and she could tell he was frustrated. "You were just about to explain what you were planning to do to me, love."
"Someone's decided to come home," she hissed. "I'm sorry, baby."
"So am I," he said regretfully.
"I'll make it up to you next week, I promise." She added, hearing Tyler go into the bathroom, knowing she'd bought herself a few minutes at least.
"How about you make it up to me in person?" He asked, making her stop what she was doing.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, I'm sick of this sneaking around," he explained. "I want to be able to see you in person, Caroline. I want to be able to kiss your lips and take you to bed and explore every inch of your body with my mouth. I want to be able to wake up next to you and know that I don't have to wait another week to hear your voice again."
"What are you saying?" She asked, dumbfounded by his sudden confession.
"I want you, Caroline, not just your angelic voice over the phone once a week."
"But, your girlfriend?"
"We actually broke up a month ago," he admitted.
"And you're choosing to tell me this now?" She shrieked, trying not to raise her voice.
"I didn't want you to feel obligated."
"Obligated?"
"Obligated to do the same," he murmured. "I wasn't sure if you felt the same way about me."
"And how is that?"
"I'm pretty sure I'm falling in love you," he whispered, and she could sense the hesitation in his voice.
If she was being honest, Caroline had started to have the same feelings months ago, but was too scared to broach the subject in case he didn't feel the same. It looked like she had her answer. Plus she was also wrestling with how to break things off with Tyler and having to deal with the resulting consequences from her family. After all she cared what they thought, otherwise she wouldn't have agreed to this fake relationship in the first place.
"You've never even met me," she said, suddenly feeling self-conscious about whether he would like what he saw.
"I know enough," he replied simply. "Take a chance Caroline, get to know me. I dare you."
"Now, where have I heard that before?" She grinned, thinking back to that fateful discussion all those months ago. "I think I might be falling for you too, Klaus."
"So, how about you stop living in that fake relationship once and for all," he suggested. Suddenly her decision was the easiest thing in the world. "I promise I'll make it worth your while."
"I'll see you next week then, your place or mine?"