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It all started directly when Stefan came back to town and coincidently, the last time she spoke to Klaus since that time in the woods, that still had her thighs clenching when she thought about it and she chose to believe that it meant nothing. 1000 years of experience had to mean that he was good at a few things, after all.
She also chose to believe that the dreams was a mere coincidence.
Besides, Stefan was acting all strange so she'd put it down to her recently forced celibacy.
(He wouldn't even kiss her, for god sake - not that they talked about it, though, they never did.)
But, honestly, it really wasn't normal to picture the man, she'd essentially had a one night stand with, naked every single time she closed her eyes.
She'd tried everything to avoid it. Really. Even tried to go without sleep until she'd needed it, eyes heavy with exhaustion.
All because she'd spoke to him for the first time in two years. Over the phone too.
God, there was something seriously wrong with her.
Wasn't there?
And god, what did it say about her that it was the highlight of her day? That she sat across from Stefan on one of their date nights, cuddled up on the sofa and all she wanted was to climb into her own bed so that she could see him again?
It certainly wasn't good.
She smiles at Stefan as he walks her to her door (as he always does), and she can feel its forced but can't he?
"Night, Caroline," he tells her, a soft smile on his face.
She nods.
"Night."
And to make things worse, he leans in, his eyes darting down to her lips with intent and she panics, eyes widening and her lips parting. On instinct, her head twists to the side quickly and his lips catch contact with her cheek instead.
She catches the hurt flitting over his face and she cringes at the thought that she put it there before she runs a hand through her blonde curls.
"Night, Stefan," she repeats, trying to bring a genuine smile to her face, to soften the blow a bit.
His eyebrows draw in and he presses his lips together and when he speaks, his tone is hard.
"Goodnight."
He doesn't look back as he walks from her porch without another word and neither does she as she slams the door shut behind her.
God, her life was such a mess.
She seriously needed to get her shit together.
Right after she had a not so quick nap.
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Her eyes are barely closed and she's barely dropped down onto her bed before she feels herself being pulled under, and the next time her eyes flutter open, she's in a very different bed. There's silk sheets beneath her back but the main thing she notices is that her hands are tied above her head and no matter how much she pulls, they just won't release.
She blinks up at the ceiling, the bright lights in her immediate vision and the next thing she realises in that she's naked. Completely stripped of all clothing.
Really, at this point, she shouldn't be surprised. Dream Klaus had informed her that he had multiple fantasies, on more than one occasion. Not that he was the only one and each of his fantasies was more than beneficial to her...
She hears a low chuckle and her eyes flash around to find the source when she suddenly finds a hybrid looming over her.
There's a smirk on his face as he hovers over her, hands pressed on the bed, at the sides of her shoulders and she's not proud to say she whimpers at the feeling of his lower body pressing into hers.
"Already, sweetheart?" he tuts. "And we've barely begun."
Her eyebrows furrow briefly as she thinks over his words, eyes becoming preoccupied with his naked torso before he suddenly ducks down and this time, she is whimpering and groaning.
"God," she groans and she hears another chuckle in response, the sound vibrating against her.
He'd ducked down, lips tracing down her body quickly until they attached to her clit and she begun to see stars, his tongue moving over her in regular, circular movements that were great, amazing even, but not enough to take her over the edge, just enough to build her up and damn him, because he knows that.
He hums against her and she feels his fingers pressing against her, not entering but lightly tracing her slit and she groans in frustration.
His tongue practically slows to a stop, barely moving over her until he withdraws all together.
She whimpers in response.
"Klaus..."
"What, sweetheart?" he asks with a false innocence, his eyes widening.
She growls, eyes narrowing, "Get back down there!"
She'd be fisting his hair in her hands if she could.
He hums, head tipping to the side.
"I don't think so, sweetheart," he tells her, voice casual.
"Klaus," she whimpers. "Please..."
He grins.
"You are the one who wanted this," he reminded her and his gaze was predatory as she crawled up her torso until his lips were barely a centimetre from hers. "For me to deny you until you're right on that edge, knowing that you can't come until I let you because you know what, Caroline?" His lips curled around the digit sinfully and she watched, mesmerised as she spoke, the way his lips moved, "Because you're mine. You belong to me and you love it, don't you, sweetheart?"
She couldn't find it in her to disagree with him.
His eyes were dark as his fingers trailed over his chest, thumb pressing harshly on a nipple and tugging with force that a moan that she was sure was supposed to be his name, came tumbling out of her mouth.
Her eyes fluttered shut as his opposite hand reached up to fondle the opposite breast for a moment before it travelled down her ribs until he was cupping the heat of her in his palm, feeling the wetness there and she hears him groan loudly. Her eyes flash open in response.
"God," he groans, a low grumble in his throat. "But you're so hot and wet for me. It gets you off, doesn't it?" he asks knowingly, that smirk still ever so present on his face. "Knowing that you can't come until I allow it."
She glares, eyes narrowed as she tries to grind her hips down onto his hand but Klaus isn't having it, his hand moving from her breast to push her firmly down onto the sheets.
"Stop," he warns, "Or I'll tie your legs down too."
She feels a shiver run though her at the threat, and he knows, she can tell, by the way his eyes gleam in the light.
She behaves after that, allowing her muscles to relax into the bed.
"Good girl," he hums. "My, good girl," he repeats.
She has to bite her lip at his possessive tone and the way a digit strokes into her heat, his finger curling inside her that has her panting and breathing heavily. His thumb is light, too light, on her clit to get her going but again, not enough to truly have her there and she huffs again.
He gives her another finger and then another, scissoring three digits inside her once and twice before he's withdrawing again and god, she was right there...
"Klaus," she growls, teeth snapping at him.
He merely smirks, head dropping to her chest as his tongue flattens over her left nipple before his mouth closes around it, giving a particularly hard tug that borderlines on painful and she really, can't be faulted for the way her hips jolt up, seeking more attention, at that.
His eyes narrow down at her and she whimpers at the gold she catches in them, the way his fangs seem to be dropping.
"What did I tell you?"
She's beyond that now, shaking her head frantically.
"Please," she begs him, though she's not really sure what she's begging for.
He has an almost peaceful smile on his face that she wants to smack off.
"Please what?"
"Please," she pleads, "Please, fuck me."
His eyes darken at the begging and she's really hoping he will and not leave her dangling off the edge.
"You're lucky," he growls and she almost sighs in delight when his cock, hard and waiting, presses against her, "that I'm feeling nice tonight, sweetheart."
She doesn't really care because then he's thrusting into her tight heat, his hands dropping down to her hips to pull her into him. Her back is arching as he allows her a moment to adjust before he's withdrawing and thrusting back in quickly, a move that has her hips chasing his frantically.
"Please," she pleads once more, when her eyes catches his and she clenches around him at the pure hunger she finds in them. "Fuck me, harder. I need it."
He doesn't scold her, like she was expecting and instead follows the orders and his skin presses delightfully into hers as he leans forwards, his lips crashing down on hers and his fangs slicing into her bottom lip as their lips fight to imitate the actions of their bottom halves.
"That's it," he tells her, pulling back slightly and allowing his breath to fan across her face, when he feels her begin to tighten around him. "That's it," he repeats.
The pace he sets borderlines on frantic and it's just what she needs - it's so perfect and she's there and it's so good, she just needs a little bit extra to push her over the edge, just needs him to move forward slightly more so she can get the angle she truly needs...
And then, he pulls out, leaving her aching and wanting, all for him once more.
The whimper she lets out is almost painful.
"There," he says, tone soft, as he kneels between her thighs, his finger twirling around a blonde curl. "That will teach you to give me orders. Won't it, my love?"
She gulps at the hard glint in his eyes.
"Yes," he voice is shaky and breathy as she speaks.
He merely raises an eyebrow.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, master."
He smirks.
"And what are you?" he asks, a causual note to his voice, even as he pulls on a strand of her blonde hair quite roughly.
"Yours," she tells him, voice hoarse.
His eyes darken further.
"That's right," he tells her. "Mine. My mate."
She watches as his fangs descend, his claws come out and then his fangs are buried in the soft skin of her thigh and she's left, screaming out his name.
"Klaus!"
She knows she's awake even before she opens her own eyes and she wants to growl, scream, kill anybody and everybody because god damn him to everything on earth, she still hadn't-
"Stefan," she startles at the man on her bed.
His lips are pressed tightly together, and there's an emotion flashing over his face that she can't quite place.
Hurt?
She coughs, wriggling to try and sit up in bed and try to stop the redness that's threatening to burst from her cheeks.
"Stefan," she repeats. "W-what are you doing here?"
"I turned back around not ten minutes after I left you. I wanted to apologise, explain my behaviour for the past few months when I found you here, sleeping," his tongue curls around the word with disgust, as though he knows, and by now, if he saw or heard what she thought he did, then he did know.
"Stefan-"
"You said his name," he buts in. "No," he shakes his head. "You moaned his name. Several times, actually."
She gulps.
"Sorry?" She bites her lip, voice going up an octave.
"I saw you," his eyes narrowed. "With him."
She freezes because how could he?
He scoffs.
"I thought you were having a nightmare, so I wanted to soothe it for you. I thought perhaps, it was about your mother. I know how difficult that has been for you, after everything."
She cringes, physically, at the thoughtfulness of the gesture.
"Stefan, I really am sorry. I don't-"
"Yeah," he chuckles, a dark, humourless sound. "Me too."
She's at a loss for words, unable to speak, her mouth opening and shutting as she finds the right words to say, to make this right when he suddenly buts in.
"You never were mine. Were you?" he questions, voice softer than she deserves and eyes more forgiving than they should be.
Her eyes furrow at the words, the lack of possession in them, compared to the man that she knows possessive is his middle name and when she speaks, there's no resentment, just acceptance of something she should of realised a while ago.
"No," she tells him softly. "Just like you were never mine."
His eyes are hooded as he goes for the door and he's almost there when she calls back to him.
"Friends?"
He snorts, eyes rolling.
"I think it's going to take me a while to get over the trauma of today," he says dryly. "But I don't think I'll ever manage without you in my life, Caroline."
She smiles as the door shuts behind him and then jumps as she watches as her mobile vibrates on the stand.
She freezes when she sees the name pop up.
Klaus.
She's not hesitant to answer it, hands frantic as her thumb swipes across the screen.
"Hello?" she asks, swallowing heavily.
"Caroline," he sighs, his voice filled with so much relief that she's smiling at the sound of it - not something her unconscious had made up but actually him. "I think we way have a problem, love."
She groans and he laughs.
"And as lovely as it is to hear your voice over the phone," he pauses, "I'm going to need you to be here so would it be possible for you to come here, to New Orleans?"
His tone is soft, polite even, as though he was afraid she'd say no and yesterday, she probably would have denied and screamed till she was blue in the face but today, not so much.
"Fine," she sighs and she hears his intake of breath. "Send me the plane over."
"What?"
She rolls her eyes, snorting.
"Like I don't know your crazy rich and if I'm doing you a favour, you might as well let me use your private plane. Don't think I'm flying commercial."
She hears the smile in his voice as he answers her, the light chuckle that he leaves behind that has her thighs clenching as she thinks back to the dark laugh he'd pressed against her thigh before his tongue had moved over her clit and she gulps heavily when she hears him talk, the raspy tone of his voice going straight to the ache between her legs and reminding her that she'd been pulled out of her dream before she could tip over the edge.
"As you wish."