A/N And I'm back with more smutty goodness. I'm thinking this will be part of two, maybe three, installments in my modern spin on an arranged marriage, but it could stand alone. Let me know if you want a continuation! Written for Klaroline Valentine's Day Bingo, 2020. Prompt: "Wedding in Las Vegas." Führer Orangenkäse des Todes is German for Orange Cheese of Death.
A Modern Arrangement
Six months ago, five million dollars had seemed like a lot of money. In retrospect, bankruptcy would have been preferable to spending one more day in this sham of a marriage.
Caroline Forbes was miserable. Well, Caroline Mikaelson was a happily married 20-year-old budding socialite living in a penthouse on the Upper East Side. Caroline Forbes had been a struggling college student barely getting by waiting tables at a sleezy bar downtown. When NYU had offered her a full scholarship to Tisch Drama, they'd neglected to mention that tuition and a meal plan accounted for very little of her living expenses. After her freshman year, her inheritance from losing her parents on a Mission trip to Uganda had run dry. Broke and alone, her best friend (or archnemesis if you asked her nowadays) had come up with an oh-so-brilliant plan.
Klaus fucking Mikaelson.
That was Katherine Pierce's great idea that was supposed to solve all Caroline's problems. He was a handsome artist who'd grown up with the richest of the rich and the snobbiest of the snobby. Unfortunately for the millionaire playboy, American politics had taken a turn for the worse with the rise of fascism. Amidst the third world war, Führer Orangenkäse des Todes came into power and liberty died to thunderous applause. Klaus had been left out in the cold when the immigration law granting the Dreamers deferred action was repealed. The courts had ordered his deportation days before his equally rich older brother, Elijah, came to the rescue.
Marriage.
All Klaus had to do to stay in the country he'd lived in since before he could hold a paintbrush was get married to a U.S. citizen. When he'd rejected the idea of marrying some slutty, gold-digging, gutter snipe looking to make a name for herself, Elijah had kindly reminded him that the Defense of Marriage Act had also been repealed. Klaus could have his pick of gold-digging men, or anyone in between. It hadn't been funny then, but after spending six months with his new wife, homosexuality held some appeal.
It was meant to be a simple business transaction, buying a bride. He just had to write a check and put up with a roommate, right? Wrong. Nothing was simple when it came to the obsessive control-freak tendencies of the bubbly blonde. She'd smile her beauty queen smile while ordering him around like she was the one with the checkbook. Their modern arrangement had turned into a living nightmare. All they did was fight. Klaus insisted that it was fine that they didn't know each other's deepest darkest secrets since they'd allegedly had a whirlwind romance that began in Manhattan and culminated in a quickie wedding in Las Vegas a week later because they were just sure they wanted to be together forever. Mrs. Mikaelson had argued, and won, that ICE Agent Genevieve Sorcière had it out for them, meaning she did need to know what his favorite ice cream flavor was in third grade.
Well, it hadn't been vanilla, Caroline.
They were as different as night and day and fought like cats and dogs. She danced in the light; he was the dark. She preferred new moons; he wanted them full. She was twenty; he was thirty. Every word out of their mouths turned into an argument of Biblical proportions. Two months in, Caroline considered her financial freedom a deal with the devil. That is, until one drunken night when they finally found one thing they could agree on.
Their sex life was fucking fantastic.
Caroline was too young to rent a car or buy alcohol, but she was old enough to settle an argument with hate sex. Before Klaus, she hadn't known anything about good sex; let alone crazy, wild, kinky, all night, "call out of work the next day," sex that left her speechless, mortified, terrified, confused and wanting more all at the same time.
One minute, she was screaming in his face about dishes. The next, he'd warned her to stop it or he'd give her something to scream about. She threw a crystal wine glass at the wall and it had exploded just behind his ear. He turned to her, eyes flashing and breathing heavy, and something inside of her just snapped. That's when she threw herself at him. When he pushed her to her knees by her golden curls, she'd enthusiastically given him the fiercest blowjob of his life. By the end of the night, he'd taught her what it meant to honor thy husband.
When she'd woken up the next morning covered in bruises and bite marks, she hadn't been able to look at him for two whole days. He hadn't been able to look away. After that, every fight turned into angry make-up sex, only they never got to the "making up" part. Hell, their bickering was worse than before. He picked and poked just to get her riled up enough to throw herself at him; because God forbid, she just ask to suck his cock.
Caroline's husband did things to her, things she couldn't explain. Things she didn't want to explain, because how could something so wrong feel so good? Klaus Mikaelson was the epitome of an alpha male. He always had to be right and everyone else had to be wrong. People were either with him or against him. If they were against them, they thought him weak... and he'd stop at nothing to correct that misconception. Unfortunately for the illegal alien, his wife was a slow learner. Or an insufferable brat, depending on her mood. Still, his efforts to tame her continued... on the nights she could bring herself to look at him without blushing.
Caroline was exhausting, exasperating, exhilarating. She made it abundantly clear with every word that she couldn't wait for their divorce after her five-year prison sentence in the marriage from hell. Well, every word that wasn't the sound of his name rolling off her tongue when he fucked her senseless. The now part-time college student initiated their heated hatefests almost every time. Yes, he provoked her, but she let him. Encouraged him. Fought him on stupid little things just to get pinned beneath his rock-hard abs with his hands around her wrists. The biggest lesson he was determined to impart was that she didn't need to do all that.
Klaus was far, far from admitting it, but he was actually starting to like his wife. A lot. Maybe even more than a lot one day... if she'd ever stop screaming at him. He'd even tried not arguing with her once or twice. She'd stormed out and locked their bedroom door, insisting he was up to something. He'd taken a cold shower and slept on the couch, his plans foiled. That damn couch was where he'd woken up that day, having slept until almost noon. He sat up, ran his fingers through his unruly dirty blonde locks and groaned as he remembered the previous night.
Today would be different. Today would be better. Today Caroline would talk to him about sex. If not, today was another day he'd shut her up the one way he knew how: with her curls in his fist and her mouth on his cock. That damn woman either had to have something going in those puffy strawberry lips or something coming out. Klaus stretched and yawned on his way to their bedroom. A mischievous smirk curled his upper lip when he heard the water running from their comically oversized bathroom.
If there was anything his wife hated, it was being disturbed while readying herself for an event. The Mikaelsons were regular benefactors to several charities and often threw benefits for various causes. The 30-year-old artist hated the events and found reasons to be out of town for as many as he could get away with before his mother would start threatening his trust fund. Esther Mikaelson was a force to be reckoned with. Unlike her other six children, Klaus wasn't her husband's blood. She'd had an affair with the CEO of a rival company. When Mikael found out, he'd been the one making threats. The first thing he'd done was cut his bastard son out of his will. Fortunately, Esther inherited Klaus' money when her husband of forty years mysteriously died. He'd disappeared for a few days and resurfaced grey and withered as though the life had been sucked out of him by some unseen force. How humiliating was the widow's mistake to forget the waterproof mascara the day of his funeral. Her grief bled down her face all the way to page six. Tragic.
Esther was a force indeed.
The other Mikaelson children had inherited millions outright. After the truth came out, her relationship with her middle child varied from bitter resentment to complete estrangement. Being the opportunistic emotional succubus that she was, she'd had his portion of her fortune deposited into a trust fund with the conditional bequest from hell. Klaus would get the same percentage of her wealth deposited into his account every month until the total stagnated at her death. In short, the longer she lived, the richer he became. It was in his best interest to keep her alive and well, no matter what. After all, stress was such a burden to a woman in her condition. After losing her husband so suddenly, Esther began suffering terrible arrythmias with the potential for cardiac arrest if her blood pressure rose. At least, that's what Dr. Finn Mikaelson would swear to in court should his half-brother upset his beloved mother with his reckless shenanigans.
She was a clever old witch, that mother of his.
Esther was the waspiest wasp to ever buzz her way around Madison Avenue. The millionaire matriarch hadn't exactly welcomed her daughter-in-law to the hive when Klaus had shown up with her after only a weekend away, but she was slowly warming up to the new socialite more and more as the bubbly blonde smiled brightly while ordering her son around in a way even the frigid ice queen found impressive. The slight tightening of his jaw and grinding of his teeth only furthered her enjoyment of the proof of her treachery's legally binding misery. Intelligent as she was ruthless, it had taken less than three months for her to realize that Caroline Forbes had been the perfect gift for mommy dearest.
Caroline's gift was that this benefit was born entirely of her obsessive planning. It had been the longest three weeks of Klaus' life. Deportation was looking better and better every day. His saving grace came every night when he turned the tables and made her bow to him. Of course, kneeling was merely a byproduct of her love for oral sex, but he cared about that triviality very little when her lips wrapped around his cock as she enthusiastically bobbed up and down until he vented his frustration down her eager throat.
After sleeping on the couch, Klaus certainly had enough of that. He was rock hard and every inch of him craved his wife. What he needed after all that tossing and turning was some stress relief from the naked blonde in the next room. It was in that spirit that he banged the door open and interrupted her beauty regimen. "Klaus! What are you doing in here?" she shrieked, hiding behind the steamy glass as though he hadn't tasted every part of her the day before.
Peeling off his white t-shirt, he tossed it just shy of the hamper and replied innocently, "Just came in to brush my teeth, sweetheart." Her sapphire eyes flicked to the discarded cotton on her marble floor and narrowed at him as he stripped off his sweatpants, again missing the wicker basket. Before she could comment on his lack of aim, his boxers joined the pile of clothes. The sight of her husband naked took her breath away. He smirked when he heard the glass door of their enormous shower slam shut. She hadn't taken the bait... yet. He eyed the counter and let his gaze fall on the bright red cinnamon toothpaste she absolutely hated getting on her clean white counters. He'd ordered a case of it after the first time she'd taken it up the ass. And loved it.
The millionaire felt his cock twitch at her shrill shriek when he coated his toothbrush in the gel to such excess that a large dollop splattered the edge of the sink, the bulk of it dripping down to the floor. "Clean that up! NOW!"
"The maids will get it," he shrugged casually, blood flowing to his erection as it pulsed from the inside out. He saw a brief flash of her wrist before a bar of soap bounced off his messy curls that had no business looking that good after a night on the sofa. "You wound me, love," he teased as he tossed it back at her, just narrowly missing her face on purpose. "You don't want me sporting a black eye at your gala, do you?" he tsked as he admonished her with a slow and sarcastic shake of his head. "What will the owners of White Oak Retreat have to say about that? I've heard their marketing executive is quite uppity."
Caroline huffed and glared daggers at him, but he ignored her. The married man turned back to the sink and took his time as he stared at her from the mirror, both pretending he wasn't doing it. She humphed and spun around when their eyes met. "Get OUT, Klaus!" she shouted, pointing at the door as he locked it shut.
"No," he denied her in a tone just causal enough to piss her off even more.
"We have four bathrooms, damnit! Go find another one!"
"I like this one."
"Do NOT spit that on my counter!" Without hesitation, he messily spat red foam all over his counters, doing his best not to laugh at the rage reddening her porcelain cheeks. "CLEAN THAT UP RIGHT NOW!" Ignoring her order, he confidently strode up to the shower with an arrogant swagger and pulled open the glass. "Get OUT of here!"
Before his young bride could land her tiny fists on his sculpted chest, Klaus backed her up against the marble, his hands squeezing her wrists as he pinned her to the wall. The fire in his topaz eyes ignited a flame between her thighs, the loofah falling forgotten to the floor. The millionaire leaned down, his stubble tickling her strawberry lips as her breath quickened. "Make me," he dared her, eyes flicking suggestively up and down her slippery skin. It was when she swallowed down the lump in her throat that he knew he had her. "That's what I thought," he whispered triumphantly before roughly kissing her on the mouth.
The young socialite felt the fight leave her naked body as her husband wrapped one hand around both of her wrists and dropped the other to massage her breast, expertly tweaking her nipples one by one until she was panting, her inner thighs soaked from more than their filtered water. "Spread your legs, wife," he growled as his tongue flicked over her nipple. With a coy smile, the sunshine blonde did as he asked. She felt his satisfied smirk around her sensitized skin as his stubble rubbed against her chest, but she couldn't bring herself to stop him when he knew just how to make her forget the world beyond their apartment.
What kind of bizarro world was this that her deepest darkest secret was that she enjoyed having sex with her husband? Well, it wasn't that she enjoyed sex, exactly. It was that she loved the way he bossed her around; tossed her around like a ragdoll that never said no. How could she when he touched her like that?
Klaus worked his way back up her neck and throat until his eyes met hers. In a firm tone, he warned, "Move and I'll stop." Her lower belly clenched, pussy throbbing, as he released her wrists and relocated her hands to the base of one of the four showerheads, quickly turning off the water as the other three sprayed them with hot droplets. And there it was. Just like that, he'd taken control and she had let him. Caroline acknowledged his words with a minute nod and was rewarded by his nails scraping down her body.
"Answer me out loud, love. Tell me you'll be good for me."
No. That was one thing she would not do. Nope. No way was she admitting it out loud that she wanted to obey his every command. He wrote the checks, but she wore the pants. Of course, she wasn't wearing anything at the moment. Slamming her crystal blue eyes shut, she defiantly turned her head to the side while simultaneously spreading her legs just a bit wider in silent invitation. The tips of his fingers just barely grazed the soft skin of her velvet lips.
"Talk to me." He bit her bottom lip and tugged her back to face him, teasing her pussy until she reluctantly opened her eyes. The heat in his gaze made her breath catch and suddenly her panting had nothing to do with the barely there touches teasing her to madness.
"I don't want to talk," she said shyly, breath barely above a whisper as the pitter patter of water on marble echoed around the shower walls.
"I know you don't like the part of yourself that wants me, but I do," he admitted quietly, "and we both know you like the things I do to you." She looked away but didn't deny it. He slowly spread her folds with his fingers and ghosted his thumb over her clit. "You like it when I play with your pussy, don't you, Caroline?" No response. He kissed her passionately on the mouth as he pushed two fingers inside of her with no warning, making her cry out as he worked his way down her neck. "You like when I wrap your legs around me and fuck you until you forget how much you hate me." He curled his fingers to hit her in just the right spot to make her whimper as he carefully avoided sending her over the edge. Once she was getting close, he quickly spun her around, her hands never leaving the shower head. He pulled his hand away and caressed the soft flesh of her ass. "You like it when I flip you over so you don't have to look at me when I fuck you in the ass." He slapped her cheek hard as he pressed her body against the cool marble, the wall cold against her stiff nipples. "You like it when I spank you; whether I take you over my knee or when I fuck you from behind. I see the way you blush when you know I've caught you looking in the mirror after I leave you red and bruised for days. Admit it."
"Stop talking," she whined pitifully as he pinched and rolled her nipples, his cock grinding against her the entire time. "Can't you just..."
"Just what, sweetheart? Tell me what you want, and I'll give it to you." He spun her around, his hands on her hips as his eyes bored into her. "I'll give you everything, but I want to hear you say it."
Caroline nibbled her lower lip, her face bright red as the shame of what she wanted him to do warred with her insatiable lust. "I want..."
"Yes?"
She sighed, her shoulders slumping even though she obediently held her arms above her head. Looking away, she mumbled, "I want you to just... do stuff."
"What stuff? Tell me."
"I don't know," she said quietly. "I like it when you don't ask. Like, when you're rough with me and stuff..." Her voice trailed off as she confessed her desires to her fake husband in the penthouse where they pretended to be happily married. She could never really be married to someone who knew her dirty little secret. She just needed to keep him quiet until the day they got divorced and she could forget all the things he made her feel. All the things he made her want. The way he made her want him. How she wanted to want him. No, he could never know. Their marriage was a business arrangement. It would be over, and he would be gone... wouldn't he?
"You like when I Dominate you." This time it wasn't a question. "You like when I have my way with you. Do whatever I want and make you love every second of it." She gulped, her eyes falling shut as his finger circled her engorged clit around and around, torturing her with the knowledge that he was right. She knew what he wanted. All she had to do was ask and he'd make her come like a Vegas hooker on X. "You want me to fuck you right now, don't you?"
Caroline's face felt like it was on fire, but that was nothing compared to how badly she wanted him inside of her. Praying it would be enough to shut him up, she finally managed to nod and whisper, "Yes." Fuck. Had she said that out loud?
She had, apparently. Klaus' smirk was triumphant as he lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist. He pinned her arms with his as he positioned himself at her entrance. "There's my obedient little wife," he taunted her playfully before impaling her on his thick shaft. Whatever shame she felt melted away as she eagerly met his thrusts. He rapidly moved in and out, one hand locked around her wrists as the other snaked between her thighs to play with her clit. He expertly sucked and bit her nipples as he fucked her hard and fast. Her moans grew louder and louder the higher she flew until he mercifully let her fall into an intense orgasm that left her chest heaving and her eyes clamped shut.
The millionaire dragged steamy air into his lungs to regain his control as he slowed his pace before eventually pulling his hand away. With a firm thumb to her chin, he tilted her face down. "Open your eyes and tell me what you want now." His unyielding tone and iron grip made her pussy twitch around his cock. She should not be enjoying this.
The younger woman shook her head side to side, refusing to say it out loud. Unwilling to give up, he parted her lips with his finger and pushed it in her mouth, groaning when she immediately swirled her tongue around and around. "That's what you want. You want to suck my cock; bob up and down like a little slut until I shoot my come all over your pretty face; and then you want to wash it away so you can pretend it didn't happen when we both know it did." She didn't reply, but she didn't stop sucking his finger, either. With a long-suffering sigh, he conceded defeat... for the moment. She had said yes, right? That was a good start. They still had four and a half years to go. He'd try again when his cock wasn't painfully hard. He kissed her one last time before roughly grabbing her soaked curls and shoving her forcefully to her knees. "There you go, sweetheart. Have at it."
Caroline breathed a sigh of relief when his cock filled her mouth. If she was busy blowing him, he couldn't ask her any questions she didn't want to answer. Water poured down all around them, but she could still taste herself on his shaft as she took him to the back of her throat. She wrapped her small hand around the base and pumped where her jaw stopped as she worked him enthusiastically up and down. He twisted his fingers in her hair as he set her to work at a punishing rhythm. His topaz eyes watched her as she greedily lapped at his head, moaning when his salty precum coated her tongue before swallowing him once more.
The erotic sight of his shaft moving in and out of her face was the best part. She put on quite the show when she went down on him. He'd been having sex for half his life, but never had he seen a woman love sucking his cock the way his wife did. Her moans rivaled his own as she lost herself in the rhythm as the water kept her soaking as he ripped at her curls. "Touch yourself. I want to watch you make yourself come for me," he panted as he neared the edge. Without a second thought, her hand fell between her legs, her fingers furiously circling her clit as she aggressively attacked him with her tongue and throat. She cried out when she began fucking herself with her fingers, the vibrations resonating all the way to the base of his shaft. "Fuck, Caroline. Fuck." He felt himself stiffen as come rushed to the tip of his head. He quickly pulled out and coated her lips and chin in thick, white semen. It was so filthy, but it was so hot. She came with a scream as his taste overwhelmed her senses, her tongue greedily lapping at the salty liquid until she fell to her side, her whole body shaking.
Klaus felt his own knees growling weak and carefully lowered himself to the ground beside her. The next part of their routine involved her falling into an inevitable shame spiral that had her running out of the bathroom to their nearby closet where she'd hide until her face stopped burning. He wasn't ready for that part, yet. He was never ready for that part. Instead, he crawled on top of her and kissed her soundly, his taste still on her tongue. Normally she'd shove him away and make a break for it, but she was too far gone to care. She returned his kiss with equal fervor, gasping when his fingers found her nipple and pinched down hard.
"You've tasted me; now I'm going to taste you. Spread your legs." She let her head fall back against the marble floor, careful to avoid the spray as he made his way down her body. "Show me your pussy." The sunshine blonde parted her knees to reveal herself to him, but he just chuckled against her inner thigh, nipping her sensitive skin with his teeth. "You can do better. Use your hands. Show me." He pushed her knees higher to gain better access as she obeyed his command. She could feel his hot breath against her exposed clit, could feel his stubble against the inside of her folds. He propped himself up on his elbows as he drank in the sight of her arousal, knowing it was all for him. She could lie to herself all she wanted if it made her feel better, but her body couldn't lie to him. He blew on her clit, loving how she shuddered with need as she bit back a whimper.
The married man slowly dragged his tongue between her folds, tasting her, savoring her up and down as she held herself open for him. His facial hair tickled her lips when he wrapped his mouth around her little bud and attacked it with sharp darts of his tongue as he built her up. Her pussy clenched around air when he teased her center with the tip of his finger. She mewled in protest when he wouldn't give in as her hips encouraged him to fuck her. Instead, she felt his finger move down between her cleft before parting her cheeks. The blonde subconsciously lifted her hips when he pushed inside of her, wanting him to go deeper. Her whimpers were music when he released her clit and began to tongue fuck her pussy as he added a second finger to her ass, stretching her.
No one had ever touched Caroline there before Klaus, but she'd quickly taken a liking to it. When he rapidly flipped her over and positioned her tight ring of muscle over his mouth, she didn't protest. She balanced herself with her elbows on the marble as he licked her ass, his hands caressing her cheeks to prepare her for the spanking she knew was coming. He pulled her down further on his face as his tongue moved in and out of her anus. She buried her head in her forearms when he landed the first strike. The second was even harder and she was soon panting and gasping in a steady stream. Before long, her ass was bright red and his stubble was coated in her juices as she cried out for more. Without warning, he spread her cheeks and used two fingers to penetrate her hard and fast. His tongue flicked over her clit, keeping her on the edge until she was screaming his name. When he added a third finger, she felt her eyes roll back in her head.
Caroline barely had time to process the smirk she felt against her pussy before he was suddenly pulling her on top of him, his back to the wall as he impaled her with his aching cock. Her crystal blue eyes flew open in surprise and met his, arrogance bleeding all over his handsome face. She hadn't even realized he was hard again. This was new. He'd only ever fucked her there from behind. As he'd so poetically put it, she didn't want to have to look at him when she took it up the ass. She fell forward to bury her face in his neck, but he was way ahead of her. He roughly yanked her head back by her sopping wet curls and growled,
"Eyes on me," he barked and something in his commanding tone had her doing as he said. He was a puzzle she'd never solve, her husband. "You don't have to say it, but I want you to look at me when I tell you what we both know. You like this, and you know you do. You like when I throw you around like you're my little toy. You like it when I take you this way. You like it when I paint your cheeks red, but you like it even more when I fuck you. When I claim you in the filthiest way possible. You like how wide my cock stretches your tight little ass. I know how badly you want to come; how much you need it. So, go ahead, love. Ride my cock. Make yourself come for me and watch me while you do."
Klaus hadn't known exactly what to expect with his diatribe, but he definitely wasn't prepared for how enthusiastically she'd comply. She held her palms flat against his tattoo of a feather bursting into a flock of birds to maintain her balance. She threw her head back to fully expose her breasts, curls still wrapped around his fist. He eagerly took the hint and bit down hard enough on one to make her cry out. She bounced up and down, moaning every time her rose to meet her as she rode him hard beneath the water raining down overhead. Her ass felt so good around his cock. Too good. She was so tight and squeezing his shaft in all the right places. It wasn't going to be long before he came inside of her. His thumb found her clit and he rubbed harsh circles as she increased her pace, chasing another orgasm as he bucked up and down, fucking her hard and deep.
"KLAUS!" The sound of Caroline screaming his name pushed him over the edge. He came in her ass in a violent explosion that had bright white stars bursting behind his eyelids as he struggled to drag air into his lungs, his heart pounding furiously against his ribs. A gush of hot liquid coated his thumb in her arousal as she came with a shout. She rode him up and down as he played with her clit until she collapsed against his chest, breathing heavy and clinging to him for support as her body shivered from the intensity of what they'd just done.
As she came down, realization slowly dawned that not only had she let her husband roughly fuck her in the ass, but that she'd watched him doing it. She'd let him see how much she'd enjoyed every second of it. She sat up and looked around, searching for the fastest way to get away from him, away from how he'd made her feel. It wasn't just that they'd had anal sex for the hundredth time. It was that she'd seen his reaction. There was no judgment there as she'd always expected to find. He'd watched her in fascination, like she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Because she was.
She just didn't know that yet.
Klaus wrapped his arms tightly around her back when she tried to get up and flee. "Not yet," he choked out from behind closed lids, pulling her back to his chest. "Two minutes. Two minutes before you scamper off and forget this happened. I'll let go and you can run away and get ready for the gala. Then, we'll spend the rest of the day pretending to be happily married and no one will know how much you loathe the darkest parts of yourself that care for me, in spite of all we've done. Just give me two minutes."
Caroline risked another look at him and found that his eyes were shut for a change. His chest was still heaving, but his face was oddly content. She gnawed her lower lip as she weighed her options. On one hand, she knew he wouldn't stop her if she got up and left him alone. She always left him alone. On the other, his voice had sounded so sincere, and he looked so peaceful, holding her. Her husband couldn't see it, but she reluctantly nodded her head and let him pull her closer, her cheek resting against the black ink decorating his muscles. Her eyes fell shut as she relaxed against him, the sound of his heartbeat drumming in her ears.
The water ran cold before he let go.
A/N Please let me know what you think! I'm going somewhere with the whole horrified-yet-horny Caroline plotline, I swear! Please let me know what you think and if I should continue!