This is for Krissy because I love her, and it's quite possibly the most awkward thing I have ever written. Mature content warning. Set during 4x18, but this is AU. Who needs canon anyway?
The smell of Caroline was here even as he showered away the grit and grime of the day, the physical remnants of his ordeal with Silas leaving him with only the memory remaining, and if he closed his eyes he could almost imagine that Caroline was with him under the spray of the water. That she was helping to clean his body, and of course he would return the favor. Klaus would kiss skin of her neck when they were both clean, and then he would take her against the shower wall. It was easy to form such a fantasy when she was in his house with him, of her own free will. And the memory of her hands on his back, nails scraping his skin, made him wish for the feeling in a much different way.
Namely her body writhing under his as he brought her pleasure she had only dreamed of, her nails carving a path in his skin bringing him pleasure in return.
Almost without realizing the action his hand had taken, he gripped himself in his hand, and suddenly he was imagining Caroline grasping his length instead. If he hadn't been hard already, he most certainly would have been with that thought and the tantalizing images that came with it. His imagination ran wild, ranging from images of her hands on him, bringing him release that way, to her getting down on her knees in front of him, taking him into her mouth, her blonde head bobbing up and down below him... he gripped himself tightly in response. Nothing he could do though would bring him the true release he sought... release from the beautiful hands of Caroline Forbes... from her mouth... in her body, their bodies moving together, fitting together... he was gripping and pulling himself furiously by this point, and he was so close, so close to the release he sought...
Caroline picked up Klaus' dirty clothes from the floor of his bedroom, resisting her sudden urge to sift through his clothes and satisfy her curiosity to see if the feared original wore boxers or briefs or nothing... and once again her mind had strayed into very dangerous territory. The image of what lay beneath the pants he wore, and her imagination was spurred on by the memory of herself pressed back into his chest as she drank his blood, his hard length pushing into her; she wondered how after everything that had happened that night only two things seemed to matter. He loved her, and even after everything he had done she wanted him. She swore that she could almost hear him grunting in pleasure.
But no, that wasn't her overactive (and sexually deprived) mind at work once more. She could hear him, the sounds of Klaus unmistakably pleasuring himself stirring her own arousal, and she felt a wet heat spread between her thighs at the thought of what he was obviously doing. And the smell of him all around her wasn't doing anything to rectify the situation.
At this point, she had two options: join Klaus as she obviously wanted, and she suspected he wouldn't mind the intrusion, or follow in his path and bring her own release. She wanted to join him, more than anything, but were they really there yet? She needed some kind of relief though, and she slipped her hand past the waistband of her jeans, into her panties, her fingers stroking along her folds... It wasn't enough. She wanted his fingers, the calloused fingers that had gripped her hand minutes before.
She could, it would be so easy. She could strip the clothes from her skin, she could join him. She could find the release she truly wanted. She truly needed. Or she could continue to ignore the confusing feelings swirling in her.
Caroline dropped his clothes back to the floor, stripped the sweater from her shoulder, shimmed out of her jeans and panties, tugged her shirt off over her head, unclasped her bra, and did the thing she had wanted to do for months.
She didn't give herself up. She didn't give into him. Caroline gave into the part of herself that had always been there, and to resist these feelings any longer would only hurt her in the long run.
Klaus didn't open his eyes when she entered the shower, and she had a strong suspicion that he didn't even know she was there yet. Her eyes traveled down from his face, across the hard planes of his chest that she had already seen earlier that day, to his red, swollen length clasped in his hands. And she bit her lip, suddenly nervous, but spurred on when he choked out her name, she knelt before him, pushed him hands away, ignored his "Caroline?". She placed a kiss on his tip, smiling inwardly when he groaned in response to the little action.
She swept her tongue on the underside of him, around to the front again, running her tongue up and down, loving his taste, the texture of him... then he was grabbing onto her hair, not hard enough to hurt, taking himself into his hand and guiding her mouth onto it. Caroline would have laughed at his impatience, because wasn't it so like him to want some control over even this?, but she was wholly focused on the task at hand. She took him in, felt his tip against the back of her throat, took the rest of his impressive length in her hand. She moved her mouth up and down over him, not removing her lips from around him even when he let out a strangled, "Caroline I'm about to-". She took in all of him, swallowing every drop of the release that she had brought him.
Klaus hadn't expected Caroline to join him, much less fulfill his fantasy. He couldn't say that he was disappointed though; quite the opposite in fact. And when his body had found the release he so desperately sought, the prevailing scent of her arousal hit him and he placed his hands on her arms, pulled her up to her feet. He dipped his head down, kissing her lips, tasting himself there, before he moved his hands down, grabbed her ass and lifted her body up. He nudged her legs up with his elbows as he lowered his body down to the shower floor, and her legs wrapped around his shoulders as he had hoped they would.
Klaus placed a kiss against her folds before he moved his tongue out and tasted her, he responding gasp pleasing him in ways he hadn't know a mere sound could. Her legs tightened around him, her hands moved into his hair. He tasted her juices, all for him, and he continued moving his tongue against her. Her scream of pleasure from his attentions was enough for him to know that he had done this. Caroline had wanted him, had come to him, had come for him, and he felt himself begin to harden again in response.
He gave her no reprieve, but kept a firm grip on her waist as he moved back to his feet, lifted her up, and buried himself in her depths as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He pushed her into the wall, traced kisses over her neck as he had wanted to, moved in and out of her as he had wanted to for so long, kissed her lips long and deep, his tongue sweeping out and entering her mouth, their tongues clashing, fighting for dominance.
It was one thing to have her mouth on him, it was an entirely other experience to actually be inside of her, feel her hips move against his to meet his thrusts, her nails scratching down his back.
It was better. It was more. In that moment, it was everything.
A/N: not really sure where I went with this, but after the last drabble I figured some smut was in order. Drabbles are going to be a little slow in the coming weeks, working on a full length fic that I'm super excited about, but I'll try to do a couple here and there. Thanks for reading!