Notes: So I pretty much need to recant anything I've said about sticking to a word limit because I am a liar. But hey, this chapter picks up right where the last one left off! Thanks so much for all the love on the last chapter (seriously, my inbox went crazy and it was ah-maz-ing). I love hearing your thoughts! This chapter is like 70:30 Smut:Fluff. Enjoy!
Growing Up Beside You
Part Five: Caroline: Age 21, Klaus: Age 28 (February)
Klaus starts slowly, because she's still tense. After the first touch of his teeth she'd gone stiff, so he'd backed off a bit. He's pretty sure Caroline won't actually hold him to the whole 'fifteen minutes' thing. It's not like there's a clock in her eye line and, while she may be counting in her head now, he's going to ensure that she loses track.
He tucks her skirt up and out of the way. Then Klaus rubs his hands soothingly along the outside of her thighs, his mouth working upwards. He alternates sides. A brush of his lips on the left, a swipe of his tongue to taste the skin on the right, a little nip high on the right, and finally he runs his mouth along the crease where leg meets torso before his hands grasp her arse and pull her to the edge of the chair.
Caroline's watching him, eyes huge, lips wet and parted. Klaus holds her eyes as he lifts one of her legs over the arm of the chair, spreading her, before he leans back a bit to observe.
It's salacious, in the very best of ways, the picture that she makes. God, he wishes she weren't still wearing that dress. He vows to repeat this someday, once he's convinced her that he loves every inch of her body. Perhaps he'll be able to convince her to play with her breasts while he tastes her.
Klaus bites his lip, feels his cock twitch at the thought. He makes quick work of his zipper to relieve some of the pressure and a soft little moan comes from Caroline, "Alright?" he asks, running his hands back up her thighs, wrapping one around her hip.
She gives a jerky nod in response, breath quickening.
"You're so lovely, Caroline," he tells her, and runs his thumb down the impossibly soft skin at the seam of her, delving in and parting her folds to his gaze when he strokes back up. "So lovely," he repeats, more to himself this time, making a single circle around her clit.
Klaus can't resist leaning in and pressing his mouth to all that pretty, pink slickness. He holds her open with one hand, keeping the other in place on her hip. He doesn't try to keep her still, content to follow the rolling of her hips, merely uses the hold to stop her from dislodging him when she moves suddenly. He laps at her entrance, savors the tang of her arousal on his taste buds. She's panting now, the inhales ragged. He explores her sex with his tongue, finding where she's most sensitive, rubbing, flicking. Finally he focuses on her clit, circles it a few times.
He pulls back and she whines, "Jesus, Klaus if you're about to ask me if I'm okay again…" Her arms are thrown over her head, hands grasping the back of the chair, and Klaus sinks two fingers into her soaked passage, causing her to lose her train of thought and lean her head back with a groan.
Klaus hooks his fingers, drags them down her front wall, watches her arch in response, and tries not to think about how tightly she's squeezing his fingers and how good she's going to feel wrapped around his cock, "Just wondering if you've been keeping time, love. I did say I'd stop if you weren't enjoying yourself."
She looks back down at him, which was his aim in goading her. Her pupils are blown and cheeks flushed and the murderous expression on her face does nothing to dampen his arousal, "Klaus Mikaelson, I swear to God, oh!"
He drives his fingers back into her, using his thumb to rub her clit, "Just checking, sweetheart."
Any traces of her past reluctance have been forced away by how badly she needs to come so he moves his fingers faster, rubs her clit a little harder, watches her thighs tremble until she calls his name and goes over the edge.
Klaus ducks down again (he did promise her a second orgasm, after all) and works his tongue into her, greedily licking up the wetness seeping from her, prolonging this orgasm. He goes in for the kill when she relaxes back into the chair, shoving her other leg up and over his shoulder and focusing on her clit. He uses his tongue to roll it up against his top lip, before giving it a quick suck, "Oh, fuck," she exclaims, and he's tempted to jokingly admonish her for the language, but one of her hands comes down to clutch his hair and her leg is pulling him into her insistently and she's writhing against his mouth.
Klaus slides his hand from her hip to her stomach, feeling how tense her abs are, keeping her in the seat as she mindlessly chases his tongue, still flicking and circling her clit in the suction of his mouth.
He brings his fingers back to tease her entrance, circling it gently, in contrast to his unrelenting strokes of her clit. Her head in rolling from side to side, and she gasps, "Klaus, please."
He doesn't want her to beg (this time), so he pulls back a bit, "What do you need, Caroline? Anything you want, it's yours."
"In… inside," she stutters. Immediately, he sinks a finger back into her pussy. "Yes," she hisses, "more." Klaus adds a second digit, scissors them inside her and she moans in approval. She's close, so he licks over her clit again and again while she grinds onto his tongue. One last hard suck and she's done, his name leaving her mouth on a shout. She jerks at the next touch of his tongue to her nub, oversensitive, and so he kisses down her thigh as he uses his fingers to work her through.
He pulls back when she's lax and boneless in the chair, thighs still splayed. Her hair's a mess from being rubbed into the upholstery and her eyes are closed as she breathes heavily. He wipes his mouth on the back of his hand, reaches down to adjust himself, ease the fly of his jeans away from his erection. He's as hard as he can ever remember being, but he won't rush her.
Her eyes flutter open and Klaus knows he'll spend hours trying to mix paints into that exact hazy blue-green in the weeks to come. Caroline lets her leg drop from his shoulder and uses the hand she still has buried in his hair to pull him forward insistently until he's standing taller on his knees and she keeps pulling until he's resting against her, chest to chest, pressing her into the chair as he circles his arms around her back. He can feel her wet center pressing into his stomach and it sends another sharp pang of arousal straight to his cock.
Caroline keeps one hand in his hair and snakes the other one around his back, hugging him to her, as she hitches her leg around his side, "I feel like I should say 'thank you' but that's weird, right?" she says, her voice still low and raspy.
Klaus smiles, nuzzles into her neck, "You're very welcome, love. I told you I'd enjoy it too and I did, immensely."
She hums against his shoulder and runs her nails lightly down his spine, "You definitely won, by the way, though I think you might have gone over your time limit."
Klaus snorts, "You have no proof of that, and I thought my victory was quite obvious, sweetheart."
Caroline slips a hand into his boxer briefs and gives his arse a quick pinch, causing Klaus to let out a rather unmanly yelp, "No one likes a gloater, Klaus."
"Ouch, love. I thought we'd save the rough stuff for another time, but if you insist…"
Caroline pushes him back enough to look at him and quirks a brow at him, "Oh? You're into getting your ass pinched? I mean, I've never done anything like that, but if you really want me too…"
Klaus catches her hand as it wanders south again and stands, "Not necessary, I assure you."
Her gaze lingers appreciatively on his chest and abdomen and Klaus shoves his pants down, steps out of his socks and kicks them both aside. Caroline bites her lip and eyes his cock, straining behind the fabric still covering him, and leans forward, bringing her hands up to rest lightly on his sides, "Do you want me to return the favor, Klaus?" She drags her wet lips down his stomach, from just below his bellybutton to the band of his underwear.
Klaus sways towards her involuntarily, and his head rolls back with a groan when he feels tongue and teeth following the line of his boxer briefs, "You've certainly gotten over your little bout of shyness."
She bites a little harder, just next to his hipbone, and he shudders a bit. That's probably going to leave a mark and Klaus finds that he likes the thought. Caroline uses her grip on him to stand, "I'm not shy, Klaus. Not really. I just like to be prepared."
Klaus threads his hands into her hair, kisses her, and he can't help smiling into it, "I know that, love. I was there when you showed up for sleepovers with bags bigger than you to hold approximately seventeen different 'just in case' outfits."
Caroline pulls back, "It wasn't seventeen! More like five."
"Mmm hmm. What is it that Kol calls you? A neurotic control freak?"
"A neurotic control freak on crack."
"Right, that." He doesn't try to hide his amusement, which is perhaps a mistake if the look in her eyes is anything to go by.
She's got his underwear shoved down and his cock in her grasp in the next moment, her touch is light as she slides her hand up from base to tip. She rubs the head with her thumb, spreads the gathered lubrication, and firms her grip when she strokes back down.
"Fuck, Caroline!" Klaus exclaims, bucking his hips into her hand.
The smile on her face is pleased and she goes up on her toes, slides her body against his to whisper in his ear, as her hand continues to work him, "You never answered my question, Klaus. Do you want to see what I can do with my mouth?"
His head is spinning and yes, he very much does want to feel those lips wrapped around him. But Klaus is pretty sure he'll come in under a minute at this rate so he needs her to stop touching him. He grabs her hands, tangles their fingers together and keeps them down at her sides, puts a little distance between their bodies and kisses her again. She matches him, parting her lips and inviting his tongue inside.
Klaus groans, and lets it go on for far longer than he'd meant to. Finally, he pulls back, presses his forehead to hers. "Later. First, I want you out of that dress and in my bed."
Caroline nods against him, "Deal. We'll need to take a detour to the bathroom, though."
Klaus is puzzled but turns her towards his bedroom where there's an ensuite. He pulls his underwear back up, rationalizing that the barrier is probably a good thing, at the moment.
She crosses the threshold of his room and glances around curiously. Klaus is relieved that it's relatively clean, clutter confined to the desk under the window. He wishes that he'd made his bed though.
There are two doors and he indicates the correct one, "Through there, love."
She nods and wanders over, pausing to run a finger over the books on his shelf. When she disappears inside Klaus quickly straightens his bed, evening out the pillows (he likes to sleep with three, okay?) and putting his laptop away. He grabs a handful of condoms and leaves them on the bedside table. Caroline isn't the only one who likes to be prepared and he'd like to skip the awkward drawer fumble.
She'd left the bathroom door open so he takes that as an indication of his welcome. She's slung her dress over the shower door and Caroline's in front of the mirror, peeling away the second cup of her bra. He'd been confused earlier, when she'd mentioned a bra, the open back of her dress showing no evidence of one, but it appears she'd been wearing the kind that stuck to her skin and she's wincing as she removes it.
Klaus comes up behind her, places a hand on her stomach, and pulls her back into his chest. He drops a kiss on her shoulder, "I've never been quite so glad to be a man."
Caroline laughs, "I told you it was a bitch to get off." Klaus' hand moves upward to cup the breast she's already freed. Her skin is tacky and he makes a face, causing Caroline to laugh at him again, "That's why we're in the bathroom, genius. I have to wipe the sticky stuff off otherwise I'll be covered in lint and dust and assorted grossness. Not a good look. Can you grab me a washcloth?"
Klaus does as he's asked and Caroline turns on the tap. She moves to take it from him but he tugs it out of her reach, "Allow me."
She eyes him warily but shrugs, turning to face him and leaning against the counter. He cannot help but be enthralled by the movement of her breasts and by how unashamed she is in her nakedness now. He supposes that, after all they've done together so far, she has little reason to be bashful but he is glad nonetheless. Caroline smirks, noting his preoccupation and braces her hands on the edge behind her, thrusting her breasts higher in the air, "Yeah, I've never had any complaints about these," she says, indicating with a downward tilt of her chin.
Klaus wets the cloth, careful of the temperature of the water, and brings it to her chest, "I can't say I'm surprised."
He runs the cloth over her skin, rubs over her nipples a little more than he has to, just to watch them pucker. She's watching him, and her chest begins to rise more rapidly and he can feel hear heartbeat pick up with how close they're standing. When he's confident he's cleansed away the adhesive he runs his hands over her damp skin and her lips part around a gasp. He runs his thumbs over her nipples, gradually increasing the pressure. He tries a little pinch, and she squeaks, but her hips jut forward, seeking friction, "Did you like that, Caroline?"
She bites her lip and nods, eyes on the ground. Klaus does it again, longer this time, and she moans. "You don't have to be ashamed, sweetheart. I meant what I said. Whatever you desire. It would be my pleasure to provide it."
Klaus brings one arm around her for support and tilts her back, and brings his mouth to her nipple. Gives it a lick before grazing it with his teeth and enclosing it in his mouth to suck hard. She brings her hands to his hair, trusts him to hold her up, and her voice is hoarse when she mutters, "God. You're setting an insane bar here, Klaus."
It's absolutely on purpose. He wants Caroline to remember him, needs her to want to do this again, as often as they can manage, because he will not be satisfied with just one night.
He switches sides, to give her other nipple the same attention, and parts her legs with his knee. She immediately presses down against his thigh, rocks herself back and forth with a whimper. Klaus can feel that she's soaked again so he pulls back to look her in the eye, "Bed?" he asks.
"Yes," she breathes in agreement and he guides her in front of him and out of the bathroom.
They pause at the foot of the bed and he runs his hands over her shoulder, down the silky plane of her back. Is unable to resist cupping her arse in both of his hands.
Caroline's head drops forward with a moan and he slides his hands to her hips to pull her back against him. She reaches back to tug on his boxer briefs, "Off. How are you still wearing these?" Klaus allows himself a quick grind into her before stepping back to remove the offending article of clothing.
She sets a knee on the bed and crawls towards the center, peeking over her shoulder to meet his eyes. He's riveted on the flash of her wet pussy from this angle and quickly joins her in the bed. Caroline settles against his pillows, pulling her hair out from under her shoulders, and he lies down along her side, reaching an arm across her to run along her skin.
Klaus presses kisses along her jaw until she turns her head and then their mouths meet again, slower and sweeter than ever before. Caroline raises a hand to rest on his face, "You know, I'm actually really glad I ran into you tonight, Klaus."
Klaus explores her mouth again, "Me too, love. Although it is suspicious that you picked my favorite bar for your night out."
She elbows him lightly, "So arrogant."
Klaus chuckles, reaches behind him and grabs a condom. Caroline licks her lips as she watches him put it on. He returns the hand not propping him up to her body. He fondles a breast briefly and she sucks in a breath as he glides his hand down her stomach. Her far knee raises and falls to the side as his fingers find her core again. She pushes up to meet his hand, turns her face into his neck and muffles the moan she releases as he sinks his fingers back into her. She's more than wet enough but still Klaus plays with her for a few moments, rubbing the spots he's already learned drive her wild, ghosting his thumb around her clit. Her head digs back into the pillow, her moan of his name is impatient, and she stretches it out into two syllables.
He shifts so he's hovering over her and her hand is there, grasping his cock and positioning him where she wants it. Caroline tips her hips and wraps a leg around him forcefully and he's buried to the hilt in an instant.
Klaus chokes out a moan, not prepared for how quick that was. She's snug and scorching around him and he needs a second but she's clenching and shifting underneath him, "Fuck, Klaus, enough with the teasing. Move. Fast and hard. I need it."
Well, he had promised to give her what she wants, didn't he? Klaus sits up on his knees, hooks his hands under her thighs and plants her feet on the bed on either side of him. He pulls out slowly, watching where they're joined, and thrusts back into her roughly, she groans out an ecstatic, "Yes!" and lifts her arms to brace against the wall and meet his thrusts. He keeps moving inside of her and she's pushing back just as aggressively, her moans and quiet curses are the best thing he's ever heard. He pulls her upright on his lap and sinks in impossibly deeper. Caroline throws her head back and rotates her hips against him and he's so fucking close. Klaus uses one hand to draw her mouth to his, kisses her until she can't focus and she breaks away to pant against him. His other hand sneaks between them to play with her clit, swollen and so sensitive. She keens and he murmurs, "Come now, love. You're almost there. Come for me, Caroline."
She rests her head on his shoulder and with a few more passes of his index finger over her clit she's clamping her limbs around him and shaking through an orgasm. Caroline falls back and he follows her, letting go of his rhythm and with two, three more thrusts, he's calling her name and basking in his own release.
She runs her fingers up and down his back as he calms. He rolls away to dispose of the condom but returns quickly. She slides against him like it's the most natural thing in the world, her draped across his chest, tracing patterns over his ribs.
Klaus plays with her hair, unsure of what to say.
Caroline, of course, is never without words, "So, wow. I know we established that a thank you is weird but how about a high five?"
Klaus barks out a laugh, "Probably weirder, I think."
"Yeah," she falls silent again for a moment before shifting up to prop her chin on her hand and look at him, "So…" she starts again.
He lifts an expectant eyebrow, "So, what?" he prompts her.
"Well, I'm just wondering what the etiquette is here. Traditionally I'd be searching for my panties right about now and walk of shaming it back to my hotel but I know you and you know me so I'm not sure if the usual one night stand rules apply."
Klaus flips them, pins her hands loosely above her head, "They do not. I know I referred to this that way but that's not what it is. I like you Caroline, and I want you to stay."
She chews her lip but he can see that she's delighted, "I like you too, Klaus. But Bekah will be here in the morning and this really isn't how I want to break the news to her. She'd be traumatized and I'd never hear the end of how I slept with her brother on her birthday celebration trip."
Klaus shakes his head, "I've a car scheduled to meet her train at 10:30. Rebekah's an even worse packer than you are. I'll set an alarm and you'll be back to your hotel in plenty of time." Klaus is somewhat surprised but also thrilled that she doesn't intend for this to be a secret.
Caroline squints up at him, makes a show of considering it, "Well, I suppose I could do that. How about you agree to make me pancakes in the morning and we have a deal?"
He runs his hands down her arms to her sides, "What is it with you and making me cook for you, love?"
She giggles and shrugs, "Fun fact: I am a terrible cook."
"I also knew that."
"Do we have a deal?"
Klaus sighs, like he's put out, "I suppose. Do you want to shake on it?"
Her eyes light up and though Klaus is new to Caroline in this context he can see a naughty thought occur and so he lets her reverse their positions again. She kisses him, sucks on his lower lip before trailing kisses down his chest, then lower. His cock is stirring and she glances back up at him, "I think it's your turn to hold onto something, sweetheart."
Klaus wakes to the smell of coffee and bacon. Exhausted, after he and Caroline had spent the night thoroughly investigating each other's bodies, but warm and content.
He lazily gropes the soft, full breast in his hand. Smiles as the nipple peaks into his palm.
Wait. There's food smells so Klaus is confused.
Caroline had enthusiastically melted his brain with her lips and tongue and teeth on his cock but he was certain that he had agreed to provide breakfast. And he'd set the alarm for 7:30 but it hadn't gone off. And Caroline was still in bed with him, her back to his chest, their legs tucked together.
Suddenly, Klaus is more alert. There are only a handful of people that could be making use of his kitchen right now, since he's fairly certain there's no such thing as a Good Samaritan, bacon cooking, burglar.
Fuck.
Best case scenario is that it's Marcel, though he's pretty sure that his friend had an inkling last night about how things with Caroline were going to go and wouldn't be stopping by for a chat this morning. Either Finn (unlikely) or Elijah would be fine, if not great. If it was Kol or Rebekah or his mother and Henrick his day was about to start disastrously.
And last night had been so spectacular.
Klaus carefully pulls away from Caroline, she grumbles but he pulls the blankets around her and she buries her face into a pillow. He turns the alarm on his phone off, so it does not wake her, and pulls on a pair of sweats. He runs a hand through his hair but quickly gives up after a glance in the mirror. Nothing but a shower will make him look anything less than well-fucked.
He walks into his kitchen and groans internally. Of course, just his luck.
It's Kol.
On the bright side Kol's the best cook in the family and the kitchen smells delicious. Kol turns upon hearing his footsteps, and his little brother grins smugly, "Brother! You're awake. And looking positively ravished."
Klaus scrubs a hand over his face, "What are you doing here, Kol?"
Kol adopts an innocent expression, "At the moment? Cooking you and your paramour a delicious feast. From the nail marks on your shoulders I'd say you bagged quite the minx last night, probably worked up an appetite. Is it that red-head who's always tagging you on Facebook? Jenna? Jennifer? Something like that. She seems a bit needy, Nik. I'd be careful."
"We broke up weeks ago," Klaus told his brother, not bothering to correct the name.
"Ah. Rebound sex. I heartily approve."
"I'm not on the rebound. Kol, you need to get out. Come back at lunch time."
Kol reached into his back pocket and pulled out a bit of pink fabric that Klaus recognized as Caroline's panties. God, Kol really was an unrepentant pervert and was going to feel mortified if he found out it was Caroline he'd been speaking of, "Are you ashamed of me, brother? The least I could do is return the lady's knickers."
Klaus freezes when he hears the padding of bare feet on the floor. Soft hands wrap around him and an open mouthed kiss is laid on his shoulder blade, "Mmm. That doesn't smell like pancakes but I think I'm okay with that."
Klaus is just praying she's not naked.
Caroline steps out from behind him and Kol drops his mug of coffee, ignores it shattering as his jaw goes slack, "Caroline?!" he exclaims.
Caroline's steps stutter and her hands immediately go to tug the shirt she'd nicked from his closet down further on her thighs, "Kol?!' she screeches in response.
Yes, Klaus can already tell he was right. This is going to be a disaster.
More Notes: Yep, it's another teeny baby cliffhanger. Sorry! Kol's super fun to write though so he's all over the next chapter. Having grown up with Caroline, and being only a bit older, her very much views her as another baby sister, so he's a bit put out to find her like this. Thanks for reading!