To Feel - Part 6
I was antsy at school on Friday. I tried to tell myself it had nothing to do with Klaus, but I knew it had everything to do with him.
My nervousness was unnecessary though because Klaus wasn't in school. At least, he wasn't in our art class, and I didn't see him around, so I assumed he wasn't in school. He wasn't even there to pick Rebekah up from practice.
I spent my weekend trying really hard to distract myself from thoughts of him. I did my homework, I studied, I watched movies and hung out with Elena. But it didn't help that every time I looked at my bed, memories of Klaus sitting on the edge of it would come back.
Monday was no different – Klaus wasn't in class, and he wasn't there to pick up his sister.
His seat in art was empty again on Tuesday.
I was disappointed, but mostly embarrassed. Was he avoiding me?
I rolled my eyes at my thoughts. Klaus had his own life and his own things to deal with, I highly doubted he would skip school three days in a row to avoid me.
Since I hadn't seen or heard from him in almost a week, I assumed that he wouldn't be coming over after school. Which was why I was totally surprised to see him sitting on my porch when I pulled into the driveway of my house, wearing a simple black coat, his hands stuffed in his pockets. It was freezing outside, how was he not cold?
"We said Tuesday, right?" Klaus says, standing as I approach him.
"We did," I nod dumbly, walking up the steps towards the door.
"Why do you look so shocked, love?"
I shrug, trying to seem indifferent as opposed to actually-really-excited while opening the door. "Do you want anything to drink?"
"No, thank you." I nod and head towards the stairs, Klaus following after me.
When we reach my room I drop my bag and books then pull off my coat and kick off my boots. I can hear Klaus shuffling around behind me as I move around the room, grabbing a warm sweater from the back of my desk chair, pulling it on.
I climb on to the bed and finally look over at Klaus, who's still standing in the doorway.
"Well, come on," I pat the space in front of me, trying not to sound as excited as I feel.
He ducks his head and grins, walking over and sitting on the edge of my bed, much as he had before.
"What are we doing today?"
He chuckles and rubs his hands together. "Someone's eager."
I ignore the heat in my cheeks. "Just curious."
"Right," he nods, sounding incredulous but not harping on it. "We'll start by kissing some more."
"Again?"
"What, you don't like kissing me?"
He knows exactly how to push my buttons – my mortification button, my embarrassment button, my hot and bothered button…
"I'm not answering that," I shake my head before leaning in to kiss him, but pull away almost right away. "Klaus, you're freezing!"
His lips were ice cold. Without really thinking about it, I reach up and touch his cheek, which I now notice is slightly flushed from the cold. The tip of his nose is red too.
"I'll warm up, don't worry about it," he tries to dismiss me.
"Like hell," I grumble, my hand sliding down to his neck, which is also very cold. "You could get sick!"
I'm standing, going for the chest at the end of my bed, taking out a blanket. "Take off your coat," I say.
"Caroline," he starts, and I can here the rebuttal in his tone.
"Just do it, Klaus," I say, not really in the mood for his shit. He seems to pick up the annoyance in my voice and removes his coat without another word. I take it from him and drape it over my foot board, then shake out the blanket and place it on his shoulders.
"I'm going to go get you some tea."
"Bu-"
"Hush!" And I'm out the door and down the stairs before he has the chance to argue anymore.
We have a Keurig in the kitchen, so I just pick one of the tea cups and place it in the slot. Steaming hot tea pours out into the mug I have set out in seconds. I throw away the used tea cup and grab the mug, carrying it up to my room.
Klaus is exactly where I've left him. I hand him the mug and he looks down at it gratefully.
"How long were you out there?" I ask. He decides to dodge my question by bringing the tea up to his lips, taking a sip and wincing at the heat.
"Just a little while."
I scoff, not believing his lies for one second. "How long is 'a little while'?"
He shrugs, taking another sip. "I don't exactly recall."
I huff. He has yet to make eye contact. "I don't appreciate being lied to."
He finally looks at me, but only blinks. I know he isn't going to answer me, so I reach over and touch my fingers to his neck.
"You're still too cold."
"Come over here and warm me up, then."
I'm taken aback by his request, and he seems to be as well. But I find that I really do want to warm him up, so I take the mug from his hands and put it on my side table before sliding onto his lap. Easy as breathing.
"I didn't mean-" he starts.
"Oh yes you did."
I kiss him the way he taught me, nipping at his lips and begging for his tongue. My hands are on his too cold neck, so I wrap my arms around his shoulders and press closer to him, the coolness of him seeping through my clothes.
His arms wrap around my waist like they did before, and we stay like that for some time.
I reach back after a few minutes and urge him to slip his hands under my shirt. They're cold, causing me to jump a little.
"I'm sorry," Klaus mumbles against my lips, but I shake my head, communicating that I don't really care. Either way, after a few seconds, his hands are warm, and I like the way they feel on my bare skin.
He curls his fingers into the dip of my spine, and my toes curl. Without meaning to, I press against him, sending him back onto the bed, taking me with him.
"Sorry," I say as I pull away, but he doesn't let me get too far.
"Don't be," he says, holding me to him.
"Are you warm?" I ask him and he chuckles.
"I'd say we past warm a few minutes ago, love," he says and I chuckle, too.
We're left looking at each other, our faces inches from each other.
I could stay like this all day, really. Klaus is much more beautiful up close, his eyes my favorite feature.
"What's next?" I ask, barely above a whisper.
Instead of answering, he flips us over, sealing his lips over mine for a few seconds. When he pulls away, he speaks.
"Would it be alright if I touch you, Caroline?"
The question throws me for a loop because I can feel his hands on my back so he's technically already touching me. He seems to register the confusion in my face because he shakes his head and speaks again.
"I mean…touch you," one of his hands leaves my back, slowly going around to settle over my tummy. His knuckles brush my skin as the tips of his fingers dip beneath the waistband of my jeans.
"Oh," I say, but it comes out all breathy. "I-I mean, okay. That is if-if you want to."
A grin manifests on his beautifully plump lips, which are swollen from kissing me, and he nods slowly. "I do," he says, his voice just above a whisper.
He's kissing down my jaw and down my neck. He stops at the base of my throat and speaks again. "But you have to want it too, love."
And he's back to kissing my skin, stopping where the neckline of my sweater starts. His other hand moves from it's place on my back around to my side, his thumb tracing the pattern of my rib cage. He continues to run his knuckles back and forth along the waistband of my jeans, not moving an inch lower.
His stubble tickling my throat, his fingertips teasing my skin – I'm a mess of sensations.
"Car-o-line," he says, drawing out my name by its syllables.
"Huh?" I'm too focused on the fact that he's nudging the neckline of my sweater so that it's around my shoulder, leaving it bare to his lips.
"Do you want me to touch you?" He asks straight out this time.
"I-" His thumb massages little circles into my skin. "I-" His lips linger a little longer on my shoulder. "I don't know," I say, but it comes out as more of a whimper. "I've never – I don't know."
I feel the prickling of tears behind my eyelids, so I keep them clenched shut.
"Caroline?" He's stops completely, his hands still against my body. "Caroline, sweetheart, look at me."
I shake my head and remove my hands from around his neck so that when I open my eyes I can catch the annoying tears.
"Are you uncomfortable? We don't have to do this."
He's looking down at me, his blue eyes wide and worried.
I shake my head again and sniffle a little. "I'm not uncomfortable, I just…I don't know!" I cover my face with my hands. "I've never gone this far – I mean yeah, Tyler tried taking it a step further once or twice but I just said no and I was fine! I don't know why I'm crying!"
I feel his hands move away from me and I let out a breath – although not a breath of relief. I thought he'd get off the bed or something, but instead I feel his fingers around my wrists, removing my hands from my face.
"It's alright, Caroline," he says, and I don't see any judgment in his eyes, so I believe his words. "Come, I want to try something."
He helps me sit up, and he sits next to me, turning his body to face mine.
"What?" I ask, swiping at my cheeks to get rid of my wayward tears.
"I know you said you weren't uncomfortable, but I don't think that's entirely true."
I open my mouth to speak but he holds up a hand to silence me. He runs the same hand through his hair, letting out a slightly frustrated sigh.
"To have a good…sexual experience, you need to be comfortable with your partner," he looks up at me from under his lashes. "Just because we're good at making out doesn't mean that we're ready to move on to more explicit activities, and I apologize for assuming that."
"It's okay," I say. "You're being much more considerate about this than I thought you would be."
He blinks at me for a few seconds, looking utterly confused and a little bewildered. "I'm sorry, I don't think I follow."
"You know," I start, waiting for some sort of recognition to register in his features, but he continues to look lost. "I've just heard that, since you got here you've…hooked up with a few girls," I shrug, trying to seem nonchalant about it.
He takes another few seconds to process what I've said before his face goes stone cold. "Is that what you've heard?"
"Well…yeah."
"So, let me get this straight," he pauses for a second, seeming to get his own thoughts together. "You asked me to take your virginity because you heard that I happen to be a good lay?"
Now I'm the one blinking at him, except I don't know what to say. But I don't really have to think for long because he keeps talking.
"And you thought I'd, what? Just shag you right away and leave you to it?" He's no longer the calm and collected Klaus I've come to know. He sounds upset. He stands abruptly, looking down at me with cold eyes. "Do you really think that low of me?"
Still blinking, still speechless, now feeling like a total bitch.
His jaw clenches and he nods once, straightening up. "I guess that answers my question."
With one last glance in my direction, he strides out of the room, grabbing his coat, leaving me on the center of the bed, wondering when it all started going downhill.
But I can't come up with anything. I can't remember a single second of what just transpired between us, except that we were touching and kissing and in our own little bubble of delight just minutes before.
I'm off my bed and down the stairs seconds later, running out the front door, not even bothering with shoes. I whip my head from left to right, trying to catch a glimpse of Klaus.
I see him about fifty feet away on the sidewalk. Damn, he moves fast.
"Klaus!" I call out. He doesn't turn around so I run down the porch steps and start running down the sidewalk. "Klaus, wait! Klaus!"
I can see him slowing down, and he turns his head to the side, watching me through his peripheral.
I reach him, out of breath.
He's stopped walking, but doesn't speak as he faces me.
"I'm- I'm sorry," I pant out, my breath condensing in the cold air. "I- it was totally wrong of me to assume I knew your life when all I know about you is based on what I've heard from other people. I'm really, really sorry." I mean every word I say, and I hope he can see that.
His eyes dart over my face, seemingly looking for something. He purses his lips and clenches his jaw, then takes a step towards me so our noses are almost touching.
"Do you know why I accepted to take your virginity?" He says and I swallow, shaking my head.
The smirk that overtakes his features isn't like any I've seen on him before. It's…dark, menacing.
"I've never been with a virgin before – and from what I've heard…" he leans in a little more, his voice dropping to a whisper like he's telling me a secret. "Virgins have the tightest pussies – which, as you can guess, would have been a plus for me in our situation."
I can feel the blood draining from my face, the cold air making my skin feel numb. I'm shaking, but not because it's cold. It's getting hard to breathe.
He reaches up, running his knuckles over my cheek. I slap his hand away from getting near my face. He takes it in stride, never moving, his voice never faltering.
"I was only taking it slow with you so that it wouldn't be as painful for you. After all, what's the fun in fucking an unwilling body?"
That snaps me out of it. I push away from him hard, causing him to take a few steps back away from me.
When he regains his posture, he smirks again, his eyes dropping to rake down my body.
I feel dirty. I feel uncomfortable.
I feel hot tears streaming down my cheeks.
I turn around, hugging myself to keep warm as I walk barefoot back to my house.
Not once do I look back at Klaus Mikaelson.
Honestly, my original plan for this chapter was for Klaus and Caroline to do some smutty stuff. But as I was writing, all of a sudden they got into a fight. Le sigh.
Just wanted to let you guys know that I probably won't be updating again until Wednesday or Thursday (I can practically here you all moaning and groaning). My finals start tomorrow (ew) so I'll be focusing on them for a few days.