25 Days of Klaroline + Smut
This drabble is dedicated to my dearest Kate, accidental-ramber, an absolutely gorgeous person whose loveliness, humour and talent astounds me all the time, especially everything you write including all that delicious smut I'm constantly in awe of!
Need You Tonight (NSFW)
Every year on Valentine's Day, Klaus and Caroline rendezvous, with the assistance of newspaper classifieds (advertisements).
"I need you tonight
'Cause I'm not sleeping
There's something about you girl
That makes me sweat"
February 7
She was lying on her stomach as he straddled her, his hands splayed across her shoulder blades. Caroline moaned as his oiled hands slowly massaged her back in small, rythmic circles, his thumbs tracing the length of her spine. She could feel his burgeoning erection rubbing tantalisingly against her bare skin as he moved lower, his hands pausing to cup the perfect curves of her pert bottom.
"What do you want, love?"
"You," she managed, biting down on the pillow. "Inside me, now." He didn't require much encouragement, his hands grasping her calves possessively as he slid her legs upwards, Caroline arching her back in response so that his hardness was pressing up against her. She felt light headed in anticipation, desperate and grinding against him, willing him to take her. She never had been very patient.
He grabbed her hips roughly, a low animalistic grunt sounding out in the darkened room as he entered her warmth, filling her completely before thrusting inside. Slow and hard. Slow and hard. Caroline threw her head back, revelling in the vibrations his deliberate movements were causing knowing that this was only the appetiser. His hands found their way around to her front, pulling her flush against his toned chest and palming her creamy breasts before turning his attention to her hardened nipples, tweaking them roughly knowing just how much she liked that. She cried out, unable to stifle the lust ripping through her body, the heat coiling in her abdomen.
Her cries only spurred him on further, his thrusts becoming faster, more urgent as they headed towards climax. The sweat was rolling down her chest now, her hair stuck to her forehead but she didn't care, all she wanted was release and she wanted it now. Their bodies were firmly fused moving in perfect synchronisation, their moans matching each other's in volume and intensity. Caroline felt the dizziness, allowing the sensations to overtake her, his ensuing cries sounding out as he came inside her.
They collapsed onto the bed together, replete of all energy, panting heavily.
She woke with a start, sitting up in bed trying to gain her bearings and contain her ragged breathing. Her sheets were slicked with sweat, her creamy skin flushed and she could feel a residual burning and wetness between her legs. As good as it had felt, Caroline was disappointed she was waking up alone. She consulted the clock and climbed out of bed reluctantly, adjusting her skewed tank top and shorts before making her way to the shower, her legs still shaking slightly.
"That's a good look for you, Care," her roommate observed, scaring her from the hallway. Caroline didn't respond just scowled and slammed the bathroom door shut. It was bad enough she'd resorted to fantasising in order to have a much needed orgasm but having Katherine tease her about it was another thing, especially at this early hour.
"Nice to see you looking less dishevelled, roomie," she teased, when she sat at the kitchen table in front of a much needed steaming mug of coffee. "I made pancakes, I figured you'd need your sustenance after that workout." Caroline decided then and there she needed to soundproof her room, either that or kick her out but she figured the former was probably easier.
"I wasn't that bad," she scoffed, noting the bemused look on the brunette's face. "Was I?"
"Klaus! Yes! That's it! Right there!" She moaned for added effect. "I can go on if you'd like?"
"I think you've made your point, Pierce," she growled. "It's been a while, that's all."
"Oh yeah, almost a year in fact," Katherine raised her eyebrows in her direction as she placed the pancakes on the table. "Not that I'm judging you of course."
"Sure you aren't. You know we can't all screw around like rabbits like some people," she shot back, defensively.
"Nonsense, anyone can do that," she replied, dismissively. "You just choose not to because you're too hung up on one guy. One guy, I might add, you only see once a year."
"I'm not hung up on him," Caroline snapped, careful not to mention his name aloud because she was scared of all the visuals it would evoke. "What we have is casual fun, that's all."
"No, what you have is something weird," she commented. "I'm all for casual hook-ups, don't get me wrong, but only annually and on the most romantic day of the calendar year I might add." Caroline had to admit it did sound weird when Katherine put it like that. It certainly didn't seem that way at the time or in the subsequent three years.
O'Hare International Airport, Chicago Illinois
It was Valentine's Day three years earlier, Caroline was stranded at the airport because her flight to Denver had been delayed due to in climate weather conditions. So, she'd done what any frustrated, control freak would do and headed to the bar for a drink to take off the edge. She had an important advertising presentation to make first thing the next morning and the thought of missing it was playing on her mind big time.
"It can't be that bad?" A distinctly, English voice interrupted as she mindlessly stirred her vodka around the glass. She looked up into the stranger's smiling face thinking just how kind God had been to him with that winning combination of penetrating eyes, crimson lips and adorable dimples. It also didn't hurt that he was wearing a pilot's uniform which only added to his appeal.
"If you were a Delta pilot I'd give you a hard time given my flight's been delayed."
"Oh yeah, they're a terrible airline best to stick with one that's reliable and professional like Qantas."
"So, what are you doing here then?"
"If I said my flight hadn't been delayed and I just enjoy hanging out and speaking to random women in airports, would you believe me?" He smirked, knowingly.
"Of course not," she joked. "Given the weather I'll forgive you this once."
"Do you mind if I join you?" He asked. Between that sexy stubble and his intoxicating aftershave how could she refuse? It was Valentine's Day after all and she was feeling a little lonely.
"I suppose that could be okay..."
"Klaus," he introduced himself. "And you are?"
"Caroline," she replied casually, not expecting to end up in his strong arms and a tangle of sheets in the nearby airport hotel. Caroline decided to blame it on her anxiety about missing her presentation and those damn dimples.
She woke up groggily, her eyes fluttering open not recognising the unfamiliar hotel room at first. It was only when she spied him perched on a nearby chair, the USA Today folded out in front of him but with his eyes firmly trained on her.
She sat up, making sure to cover her naked body with the white sheet. Caroline wasn't sure why she was suddenly shy given he'd not only seen it but had explored every single inch of it during the night. She shivered involuntarily thinking just what amazing prowess this man had, especially all those things he could do with his tongue.
"So, I'm imagining this wasn't how you saw things going last night?" He asked, his expression not giving him away.
"No," she murmured, her voice still full of sleep. "Oh no, did we miss..."
"It's okay, love. The storm front has only just lifted, flights will be resuming in a few hours so you have plenty of time to make your meeting," Klaus assured her. "I took the liberty of ordering breakfast, its just over there. I didn't know exactly what you wanted so I got a few of everything."
That sounded awfully familiar, then she realised Richard Gere had done exactly the same thing for Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman. She wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not given she was a prostitute and he was paying for her services. He obviously noticed her prolonged silence, standing up his toned body only exentuated in a fitted, grey t-shirt and boxers. "I'm going to head to the bathroom and shower so you can change."
Once the door was shut, she opened the sheet and began to search madly for her discarded clothing and threw on a nearby robe. Caroline didn't usually do this, in fact her last one-night stand had been a drunken, awkward and forgetful experience in college, Stefan someone. She hadn't bothered to ask his surname it was just that terrible. This time though it was effortless, enjoyable and minimal alcohol involved. Maybe she could get used to one-night stands if they were like that and with someone so attractive.
Caroline eyed the coffee sitting teasingly on the table, pouring herself a much needed cup and opening the curtains, her eyes falling on his newspaper noticing the classified section. She picked it up to inspect it closer. The bathroom door opened, frightening her a little and making her jump like she'd been caught out raiding the cookie jar or something.
"I forgot my razor," he explained, her throat going immediately dry. She swallowed trying to ignore his bare chest and skimpy, white towel that was hugging his waist. He gestured to the paper in her hand. "What are you looking at there?"
"I've, uh, never known anyone who reads the classifieds these days."
"I suppose its habit, my mother used to read them to me when I was little," he shared. "Some of the ads are extremely entertaining, you'd be surprised."
"I've never really been into the want ads."
"Everyone has their own guilty pleasure in the newspaper, whether it be the sport section, gossip or if you're a little morbid, the obituaries. I'm sure you've got one of your own, love." She shook her head but it was obvious he could see straight through her reaction.
It was at this point he moved closer towards Caroline, those hips wiggling exaggeratedly as he did it. Why did he have to be so damn gorgeous? "I know there must be something you're interested in, Caroline." His eyes hadn't deviated from hers, his hands grasping her hips purposefully and pulling her towards him. She shuddered inwardly trying not to give herself away but at the same time this was a one-night stand, she could do anything she wanted.
"I'm not really an avid newspaper reader," she murmured, her eyes trained on those lips curving into a mocking smile.
"That I don't believe, everyone has a favourite section," he insisted. "Let me guess." He dipped his head, kissing the length of her neck to begin with only stopping to murmur something against her skin causing vibrations to spread through her body. "Business?" She smiled knowingly thinking she preferred her business transactions like this instead. She shook her head as he continued his assault. "Wedding announcements?" She shook her head again, too immersed in him to even speak.
She felt him untie her robe, pushing it off her shoulders, his eyes drinking in her appearance. "Oh, I know what it is," he guessed, his voice thick with lust. "Foreign Affairs." He smirked knowingly, lifting her up so she was straddling him.
"Not bad," she joked, capturing his mouth with hers. "Now, how about we continue some of those foreign relations in the shower?" Klaus didn't need to be asked, taking her against the wall in the steam filled bathroom. They were actually both lucky to make their flights that day, Klaus telling Caroline that she should really read the classifieds more often.
She'd written their night off as a once-off given he flew all over the world and was based in Los Angeles when he was actually in the States. Although for some reason she'd read the classifieds everyday, just in case. He was right though, there was a lot of interesting content.
It was only less than a year later that an advertisement had piqued her attention, those familiar shivers returning with a vengeance.
"Wanted: Blonde, blue-eyed Illinois native, business executive, control freak, enjoys vodka, long, hot showers and foreign affairs. No fake impersonations accepted - 14 February /1767 Rue de Chartres, NOLA."
She'd been taken aback, thinking it was all a huge coincidence but a niggling part of her told Caroline it was him. Arriving at the W Hotel in the French Quarter, bags in hand and spying him seated at the hotel bar had told Caroline she made the right decision, even if Katherine thought she was nuts. They hadn't made it out of the hotel until late the next day but Caroline wasn't complaining. In the cab to the airport it was Caroline's turn to remind him to read the classifieds, placing her own advertisement a year later to continue their Valentine's tradition.
"Earth to Caroline?" Katherine asked, waving her hands around animatedly to attract her attention.
"I'm here, Kat."
"You could have fooled me," she muttered, helping herself to a pancake and smothering it generously with maple syrup. "Don't think I don't know what today is, Caroline."
"I don't know what you're talking about," she lied, biting into a pancake. "These are delicious, your best batch yet."
"Stop trying to change the subject but if that's the way you want play it." She busied herself with her napkin, then pulled a copy of USA Today from under the table and began to peruse it. Caroline's eyes immediately flew to it knowing exactly what was inside, or what she hoped was inside anyway. How she was going to pry it from her best friend's hands was another thing. "You seem distracted, Care."
"I'm fine, just enjoying these delicious pancakes. You know if you want a shower there should be plenty of hot water."
"Yes, because you only required cold water this morning," she replied without a beat, kinking her left eyebrow. "Exactly why are you trying to pretend you aren't dying to rip this newspaper from me so you can check the classifieds. I'm not stupid."
"I know," she murmured, placing her cutlery on the plate. "Look, I know you think this is crazy. I mean I even think this is crazy."
"Do you know what I think?" She baulked. "You obviously love this guy and it's about time both of you realise that fact. I admit I was worried in the beginning about his motives and the fact he could have multiple wives and children stationed around the country like some sort of Lifetime documentary but that FBI file eased my fears about his marital status and only highlighted the fact he is some crazy workaholic." How she'd gotten hold of such classified material was a mystery but Caroline was reluctant to ask given it was most probably highly illegal.
"So, what are you saying?"
"I'm saying that he's an idiot for not snapping you up the moment he met you..."
"It was my fault to a degree, okay," she shared.
"What do you mean?"
"I didn't know where it was going and I didn't want him to feel obliged. If I'm being honest I think there were times he was hinting in that direction but I just shut him down."
"Why?"
"Because of my past disasters, including Tyler. I thought it was best just to keep things casual rather than to get hurt again."
"Okay, that stops now," she insisted, pulling her in for a big hug and squeezing her tightly. "Klaus could be the love of your life and it is in your best interests to find out. Plus, if I were you I'd get my skates on given you're due in the Caribbean in less than a week."
"What?" She squeaked, pulling out of their embrace.
"I may have cheated and read the paper earlier," Katherine admitted, sheepishly. "It's just the description of a highly organised, feisty, talkative and opinionated blonde caught my eye. I actually appreciate the fact he refrained from using the term anal, I mean what a gentleman." Caroline hit her playfully before jumping up and working out her plan of attack. She was ready to be honest and if Klaus didn't agree then she'd end their arrangement for good. After all, she'd let it go on far too long.
February 14 - Antigua, Caribbean
"Fancy meeting you here, love," he whistled, causing familiar shivers as Caroline removed her, large floppy hat in the process. She'd been lounging on the beach, deciding it wouldn't hurt to get a tan now, especially if the atmosphere got a little frosty when she came clean about her feelings.
"Well, I had my reservations given some of those descriptions."
"So, you're really trying to tell me they were incorrect?" He asked, taking a seat on the end of her sun lounger, his hand finding its way to her flat stomach in the process. She was stuck for words initially, not sure whether it was due to his remark or his intimate touch. "I was a lot nicer. I seem to recall your use of adjectives last year was incredibly liberal. What was it again? Cocky, smartass?"
"It's true but in my defence I also said you were articulate," she argued.
"Yeah, you only like me for my dirty talk," he grinned, leaning forward to place a chaste kiss on her lips, something Caroline had missed so badly. She wrapped her arms around his neck, determined not to let him go straight away. His tongue was sliding across her bottom lip and dipping into her mouth before she could object, not that she wanted to of course. Caroline was always rendered speechless when it came to Klaus, this time was no different.
She moaned against his lips, deciding that whatever conversation they needed to have could wait until she'd came just a few times. What was the harm anyway? He was the first to break away unexpectantly trying to contain his breathing in the process. She looked into those blue eyes curiously noticing something much more.
"We can't," he mumbled.
"Of course we can, you invited me here," she panted, attempting to pull him back in for another searing kiss. If there was something Caroline was good at it was distraction.
"I invited you here so I could say what I've been trying to say for years, Caroline," he uttered, his forlorn expression not lost on her. He attempted to speak further but Caroline covered his mouth with hers before he could continue, madly trying to gather her thoughts. She pulled away eventually, before sitting up quickly and deciding it was now or never.
"I love you," she blurted out, noticing his surprised expression. "Okay I, um, didn't mean to be so full on but I've been wanting to say that for years," before she could say anything more his mouth was on hers again and massaging her tongue. She figured that was definitely a good sign.
"I love you too, Caroline," he grinned after they'd broken apart again. "Is it wrong that I just want to fuck you senseless after that admission? Given how long it's taken, after all."
"I'd be concerned if you didn't," she shot back, shrieking in surprise as he gathered her into his arms unexpectantly and trudged across the sand purposefully.
"What will people think?"
"Who cares?" He scoffed. "All that matters is we're never going to be apart again." Caroline closed her eyes, allowing the happiness she'd hoped for to overtake her. Not just because of the ensuing love making she knew would rock her world but for their future together.