#and klaus is rubbing his shirt on the pelvis

[fiveisthedaddyhere]

lmao this is so caotic idk

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Klaus Mikaelson x Male Human Reader with smut, where the reader is a virgin and not sure about having sex yet but klaus reassures him that he will wait for him no matter how long and then things turn left and they have sex (during the smut klaus caters more to the readers needs than his own)

Treat me with care

pairing : Klaus Mikaelson x Male reader

Tags: smut, loss of virginity, established relationship , softness, first time

word count: 866

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Y/N could tell that Klaus was being careful with him especially when their innocent kisses turned passionate, he always made sure to give him an out if he wanted it and wasn’t that Y/N didn’t want to have sex. He’d just never done it before, and he was happy with their relationship as it was. He knew Klaus wouldn’t pressure him into doing anything he didn’t want to do. The hybrid was surprisingly gentle with him. However, it didn’t stop both the embarrassment and guilt from forming in his stomach. 

“you’re overthinking, Love” Klaus mumbled against his lips as he pulled away. 

“I'm sorry, Klaus” 

 “don’t apologize, what's plaguing your mind? My love and let me put it to rest” The hybrid brings his hand up to gently caress his boyfriend face. 

Y/N leans into it “its stupid” 

“it’s not stupid if it's worrying you”  

Y/N looked away before mumbling something that even his boyfriend couldn’t understand  

“ what was that love?” 

Y/N blew out a breath before sitting up making Klaus sit up with him “I said that I feel bad making you wait for sex”  

“Y/N I said I’d wait for as long as you need and if you never want to have sex that’s fine too, I love you what matters is that you’re happy” 

How anyone could believe Klaus to be a monster was beyond him, Y/N hadn't met a lot of monsters before, but he was sure they were nothing like Klaus. 

Y/N made up his mind he wanted Klaus "I wanna try” 

“Are you sure? my love we don’t have too”  

“I’m always sure about you” Y/N assured his boyfriend “I know you won't hurt me”  

Klaus watched his boyfriend for a moment before nodding, Klaus leaned forward kissing his boyfriend and pressing him down onto the mattress. He pulls away for a second to pull his shirt off, he throws it without care. He rests his hand and the bottom of Cody's shirt he looks for permission before pulling it off too. “you’re so pretty” he says pressing his lips to Cody's neck. Sliding his hands in the waist band to pull them off, once his jeans have been removed, Klaus slides his hands up Y/N’s thighs, cupping his palms over his hipbones. Y/N is hard He presses a kiss to the hair on Y/N’s stomach, bites a mark there, holds Y/N down without much effort as his hips try to buck up. “We could, uh, get on with it,” Y/N says, and Klaus shakes his head, kisses the part of Y/N’s thigh where it dips into his pelvis. 

“I want to take my time,” he admits Y/N’s head flops back onto the bed, one hand moving to Klaus’s hair, not pulling but holding, stroking a thumb along Klaus’s jaw. 

“Please, Klaus?”  

  He skates his fingers down Y/N’s stomach, Nick leans over to reach the lube in his bedside draw, Y/N watches with complete focus as he slicks his fingers up, rolls to the side so he can reach with one of Y/N’s arms curled around him. He’s dreamed about this dozens of times, he almost can’t believe it as he rubs his fingers over Y/N’s hole, feeling how hot he is even like this, Y/N squirming under him. “Tell me if it hurts, okay?” 

Y/N nods, the original kisses along Y/N’s cheek to his ear as he slides two fingers inside, feels Y/N tighter than anyone he’s been with, clutching up around him with that heat. “Oh.” Y/N’s digging his fingers into Klaus’s back, “That feels good.” 

Klaus grins, brushes another kiss over Y/N’s open mouth, tilts his chin up so he can suck a mark under there too, “it’s supposed to, Y/N,” he says, crooking his fingers and using his other arm to hold Y/N down, Y/N just moans and sinks into it. 

“Klaus-” His voice trails off into a moan when Klaus adds another finger, 

His eyes are a little glazed so Klaus noses along his cheek to check in, Y/N nodding against him as Klaus slides in, He can feel Y/N clench up and release in waves, his cock drooling precum between their stomachs and Klaus goes up on one elbow to check on Y/N, he waits for Y/N to nod before moving. 

he’s already shaking, tipping his head back to expose his neck and Klaus has to bite there, “You’re beautiful like this.” 

Y/N is beautiful all the time, of course, but especially now when he’s turned on and pink in the face. “Please, Klaus, please, I need…” He’s clutching at Klaus.  

Y/N arches up and cums, hard, on his stomach/ He sucks in a breath and then lets it out on an exhale of a groan, going boneless under Klaus 

He smells so good like Klaus's, it's enough to send Klaus over the edge himself. He slips out and moves so he can lie next to him 

They’re silent for a moment, breathing hard, he wraps his arm around his still shaking boyfriend and presses his nose into Y/N’s sweat damp hair.  

“You doing, okay?”  

Y/N nods moving closer “tired”  

Klaus chuckles as he watches his boyfriend begin to fall asleep 

 “goodnight love”  

[nikmikaelsonswife]

Sundays With Niklaus Would Include….

klaus waking up to find you still sound asleep, which is when he takes the time to drink in how naturally gorgeous you are

the sunlight casting through the windows, a beam of gold reflecting across your skin, all of it leaves him in awe

it also stirrs up something primal within him

which eventually leads to him not being able to wait any longer and rolling on top of you

hundreds of kisses are splayed all around your face and down your neck until you finally open your eyes with a loud groan

“morning, sweetheart.”

“morning, asshole.”

although he knows your words are only apart of your morning grumpiness, he lowly growls in warning

which does the exact opposite and instead causes a tingle of heat to spark near your pelvis

but when you feel his fingertips trailing down your bare abdomen, your eyes snap open

“no no no, im sorry, im sorry! no!”

when he flashes you that infamous mischievous smirk, you realize it’s too late

his fingers curl up against your stomach and you gasp

you hate being tickled and he knows it

you end up giggling loudly with tears rolling down your cheeks as you beg him to stop

he doesn’t back down until your kicking underneath him like a toddler screaming,

“im gonna piss myself!”

and despite the context of those words, he still manages to change them into

“neeeeklausssss….”

you especially adore sundays because it’s that day where the big bad hybrid layers are stripped down and you have infinite time to love just klaus mikaelson

with him not caring about anything else but you in his possession

both of you enjoying the first hours of the day tangled up in each other

a shared bubble bath with lit vanilla scented candles

complete silence aside from the sound of water sloshing and your heartbeats moving in sync

klaus dropping soft kisses in the crook of your neck and under your jaw, whispering a couple of “i love you’s” here and there

reading a book on the couch with your back to his chest, him attempting to follow along from behind you

or klaus trying his best to be a patient teacher, observing as you try to copy one of his paintings

which ends up being not half bad

if you consider a huge glob of black and navy ‘not half bad’

so you retire to sketching, which you are at least a bit better at

trying to make supper with klaus’ arms wrapped around your waist, unable to go about his day without touching you twenty-four seven because he knows he won’t have as much time alone with you when the next week begins

others entering and exiting the kitchen, warmed by the sight of klaus calm and happy all because of you

whenever someone would come up and try to talk to either one of you, klaus would hold a finger up, silencing them

you patting his cheek in appreciation

following each other any and everywhere

and i mean everywhere

the subtle squeezes of your ass when nobody’s looking

the heated whispering in your ear of how good you feel in his arms

ending in you grabbing him by the wrist and shoving him through the closest door you can blindly locate

whether that room is yours

or elijah’s

which he doesn’t get too excited about

leading to the two of you racing out like caught teenagers

after dinner, you feel so full that the only thing you want to do is lay down

and you don’t even have to notify your boyfriend

he just notices that sleepy look on your face and carries you up to your shared bedroom

helping you strip down to only one of his shirts and a pair of underwear

he spoons you under a soft blanket, his cheek pressed to yours with his thumb rubbing circles on your stomach and it isn’t long before you drift off

then you stirring awake in the middle of the night

“klaus?”

you lift up the covers to find his face buried in between your legs

through the darkness, his eyes glance over your annoyed expression

“come on, love. it’s sunday for goodness’s sake.”

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Into the Woods

Klaus Hargreeves x Reader

Warnings: smut, language. I settled for Klaus being confused; I hope this does the trick!

The weather forecast for Memorial Day weekend looked wonderful, so you decided you were going to drag your boyfriend to the mountains to go camping. Klaus had never gone camping, however, so when you suggested it, Klaus only looked at you as if you had just turned a funny color.

“Why would I want to sleep outside on purpose?” he said. “I used to have to do it after I got kicked out of the mansion and I’d rather not repeat the experience.” He finished with a soft chuckle; his usual deflective technique when referring to his difficult past.

“Yes, but this is different…” you countered. “The sun and fresh air and scent of nature, ah, it’s wonderful. It’s good for the soul and might help your peace of mind.”

Klaus rolled his eyes.

“Ok look,” you sighed. “If we go, I’ll pick a really secluded spot and we can spend the majority of the time mostly naked.”

“And what time will we be hitting the road?” he replied amenably, and you burst out laughing.

*********

You chose a flat, shady spot to set up the tent on a secluded lakeshore, and twenty minutes later you stepped back to admire your work.  "Not bad,“ you said appraisingly.

"Haven’t you done this before?” Klaus asked.

"Yes, but it’s been ages. I’ve been dying to get back out here.” You took a deep breath, closing your eyes as you inhaled the sweetness of the air.

Klaus nudged your arm and you looked over at him. He waggled his eyebrows at you. “Ready to break it in?”

“We did have a bargain,” you smiled, and the two of you stumbled into the tent whilst clumsily pulling your clothes off.  

After you finished undressing– which you practically had to do on your knees because the tent ceiling was so low– you collapsed onto the sleeping bags in a tangled heap.  You began to kiss each other fervently as Klaus hummed softly in a low pitch; obviously he was quite aroused.

"I can’t wait any longer,” he murmured into your ear.  "I have to have you now.“

"Do it,” you said breathlessly. “Take me.”

He raised himself on his knees and pushed your legs apart.  He snaked his hand between your legs and began to massage you, his fingers gently brushing your clit.  He slid two long fingers inside of you, and you were slick with moisture immediately. He smirked mischievously as he pulled his fingers out of you.  "I see you need no further preparation,“ he cooed.  All you could do was shake your head in response.

He lowered himself back down between your legs, and grasped his cock to position himself at your entrance. In one fluid motion he sank inside, burying himself to the hilt, and ground his hips in a circular motion. You moaned, and he began to thrust, not at all gently.  You began to moan louder as his pelvis slapped against your ass audibly, and before long you were nearly screaming.  You rode out one intense climax as he fucked you, and your second was rapidly approaching. In bed back at home, you had a habit of reaching back and grabbing a bar from the headboard during moments of intense pleasure, and you instinctively reached up to do the same at that particular moment.

Unfortunately, you were in a tent and not a bed, and the headboard was really a bar holding the tent up. When you arched your back, cried out, and reached back to grab it, the entire tent collapsed on top of you. Your cries dissolved to giggles, and Klaus breathlessly cried, "Ah fuck!”  He didn’t stop banging you, however. “I’m… gonna… oh god,” he panted, and exploded into you, his thrusts becoming erratic as he pumped.

When he was finished, the two of you lay there panting, covered with the collapsed tent in a heap. Klaus started to chuckle, and the chuckle progressed to full-blown laughter.  The two of you laughed together for several moments before he slid out of you and tried to raise himself to his knees.  "Shit!  Fucking tent,“ he laughed, and the sight of him trying to struggle free of the nylon made you laugh even harder.  "You shut up,” he scolded jokingly, “are you going to lay there or help?”

You managed to disentangle yourselves from the tent and stood naked looking at the mess. “Oh for crying out loud, let’s do this again,” you laughed, and the two of you set about the process of putting the tent back up.  Fortunately it was a warm day, and your nakedness didn’t present a problem.

“Fancy a dip in the lake?” Klaus asked when you were finished with your task.

“Klaus, no. You’re crazy. It’s still spring– that lake will be cold as shit.”

“But it’s so hot out! C'mon, how bad can it be,” he pleaded. It was true; the day was quite warm for late May, and you were a little sweaty from your recent exertions.  You knew better though. A warm spring day in the mountains did not mean the water had reached a pleasant temperature yet.

You gestured to the lake. “See for yourself.”

“Very well, I will. You can go ahead and miss out on the fun.”

You laughed.  "Oh I’ll have fun watching. By all means proceed, oh daring one.“

He did precisely that. In the absence of a dock to jump from, he settled for running toward the water at full-tilt.  He plunged in; feet splashing in the shallow water at first, then slowed as the water reached his torso.  He pushed slowly onward for a couple of steps before stopping. The water had reached his chest, and he slowly revolved to face you.  His face was slack with shock, his eyes bulging.  "Juh-jesus,” he stammered. “Jesus fuck! This water is fuh-fuh-FREEZING!”

“I told you that,” you said calmly.  

Klaus frantically splashed his way back to shore, and he stood before you; naked, dripping, and covered in goosebumps.  "G-g-g-god damn,“ he said, teeth chattering. He wrapped his arms around himself for warmth.  "You weren’t joking!”

“Of course not,” you said resignedly. “The air may be warm, but that water was probably fifty degrees at best.”  You went back to the tent and retrieved a blanket.  "Since I knew swimming was a really bad idea, I didn’t bring towels. This will have to do,“ you said, as you wrapped him in the blanket. You threw on a T-shirt and shorts, and began to gather wood and twigs with which to start a fire.

"You’re never going to let me live this down, are you,” Klaus asked as you busied yourself with getting the fire started.  You laughed.

“Definitely not. You should see yourself.  Fortunately hypothermia shouldn’t be an issue. You were only in the water for a minute, and it’s warm out. Nevertheless, you should sit by the fire for a bit.”

Klaus’ shivering began to taper off as he sat huddled in the blanket by the fire.  He looked at the lake whimsically.  "But the water is so inviting,“ he pouted.

"I know,” you said. “But much in the way a venus fly trap is irresistible to flies, that shit will kill you.  Camping in the wilderness is fun, but you need to keep your wits about you. These are just the things you learn.”

“Consider myself taught,” Klaus said.

The sun was beginning to sink below the trees by the time Klaus was dry and dressed in dry clothes. The timing couldn’t have been better; as the sun dipped lower, the temperature began to drop as well.  You lit a couple of lanterns and retrieved a bundle of food from your pack.

After finishing your snack, you walked back down to the water.  You watched the spectacular sunset as you sat between Klaus’ legs with your back against his chest.  He wrapped his arms around you.  “Wow, it really did get chilly,” he said, rubbing your arms with his hands.

“Like I’ve said–”

“I know, I know,” he laughed. “It’s still spring.”

You chuckled. "Did you have a good day?“

"Sweetheart, I’ve been taken to the wilderness, had a tent fall on me, nearly froze to death, and I need to hide my food in a tree to prevent bears from coming to eat me.”

“I’m sorry, we don’t have to do it again,” you said, dejected.

“Silly girl,” he said, and turned your face upward so he could kiss your lips.  "I’m having the time of my life.“

[missnmikaelson-main]

Three Deep Breaths - Part 9

Monday September 5, 2011

2:24 PM

Elena reached for the glass of water sitting on the low coffee table beside the couch. She had officially moved into the mansion two months ago, but today she found herself back in her childhood home.

It turned out pregnancy enhanced her senses; she hadn't noticed it until that morning when Rebekah had decided the soft yellow of the nursery needed to be changed. The paint fumes had reached her where she had been reading in the library. Elena had spent about ten minutes trying to find a spot free from the smell before admitting defeat. She had picked up her purse, pecked Elijah's cheek, and hopped in her car when he swore to tell her when the fumes had dissipated.

"Hey," she turned her head towards the kitchen, "Jer?"

"Yeah?" Jeremy poked his head around the corner.

"Can you help me up?" She offered a small smile. "I forgot how low the couch was."

"Of course you did," Jeremy chuckled.

"Don't laugh at me," Elena gasped. She held a hand over her heart and pretended to be affronted. "I am very sensitive right now."

"Terribly sorry, sis," he rolled his eyes and took her arm to help her from the sofa. "I'll make sure not to laugh at you again until after my niece is born."

"That's all I ask," Elena nodded. She set her glass down on the kitchen counter before towards the bathroom.

"I'm not helping you up from there," Jeremy called after her.

"Good," Elena glanced over her shoulder, "that would be mortifying for both of us." She shut the door behind her to drown out Jeremy's laugh.

Elena was washing her hands when she felt the first twinge in her abdomen. She laid her hand over the area and exhaled when it passed. Elena waited a moment to see if it would come again before exiting the bathroom.

A soft knock sounded on the front door when she emerged. She heard her brother moving around upstairs so she went to answer the door. Her smile dissipated when she saw the man on the other side of the door.

"Hey sunshine."

"What do you want Damon?" Elena crossed her arms.

"What no pleasantries?" Damon stepped forward and placed his hands on either side of her head on the door frame.

Elena shuddered when he moved into her personal space. She resisted the urge to step back and let him know he was intimidating her.

Thankfully when she left she signed the house over to Jeremy so the only vampires with an invitation were the ones he had invited inside; it was a very short list comprised of Elijah, Caroline, Kol, and Rebekah. Jeremy was still hesitant to allow Klaus entry into the house, and Klaus didn't blame him for it.

Elena bit down her smile when he found himself stopped by the invisible barrier created by her threshold. "No, Damon, no pleasantries." She glared when an ache settled in her back. "The last time I saw you; you broke my ribs and punctured a lung. So you'll have to forgive me if I don't want to spare you a pleasant word."

"Don't be like that Elena," Damon tried to enter the house again. "I was only trying to make you be quiet, so you wouldn't bring the Originals down on us."

"I wanted them to come in," Elena's fingers closed around her upper arms. She felt her knuckles turning white. "You snuck into my room. How should I have reacted to a stranger standing over my sleeping infant?"

"You should have…" Damon tilted his head. "Your infant? She was yours?"

Elena nodded slowly. "Stefan didn't tell you?"

"Stefan knew?" Damon's jaw clenched. Elena was fairly certain she heard the wood split under his hands. His eyes dropped to her swollen stomach. "And now you're having another one."

Damon's voice rose in volume until Elena was surprised Jeremy didn't come running down the stairs to investigate. She would have welcomed her little brother's interference right now… especially if he came with one of Alaric's crossbows.

"What is wrong with you Elena? You've moved into the Mikaelson mansion. You're playing into Klaus' hands. All he wants is for you to continue your bloodline so he gets another doppelganger in 500 years. Where's the first one?" Damon peered around her as if expecting the child to come teetering around a corner.

"There's only one Damon," Elena exhaled. She loosed her arms to place her hands over the twinge in her stomach; it was a little stronger this time. "My daughter was sent back in time. She was visiting for a few days before we could send her home. Stefan knew that; I'm a little surprised he didn't tell you."

"Whose kid is it Elena?" Damon took a step back and raked his eyes over her large stomach. "Last rumor I heard said it was Matt's."

Elena took a deep breath and exhaled slowly once, twice, three times. She was quite surprised to find he didn't know. Elena was certain Stefan knew; Rebekah had said he'd asked her after the prom and she had confirmed it. It was more than a little shocking to find Damon out of the loop.

"I'm going to assume Stefan was trying to save you a second bout of torture," Elena reached out and gripped the doorknob, "you do have a habit of asserting your opinions where they're not wanted. You should really see someone about that; it's going to get you killed one day."

"Why would knowing the identity of the father get me tortured?" Damon slid his hands into his pockets and tilted his head.

"Because it's Elijah's."

"Very funny Elena," Damon smirked, "you've had a good laugh. Now tell me the truth."

"I just did Damon," Elena sighed. "Not that it was any of your business to begin with."

"Oh come on Elena," Damon's eyebrows lowered, "the jokes over. Vampire can't have children."

"They gain the ability during certain celestial events," Elena closed her eyes and rolled her shoulders back. A cramp was running from the top of her stomach down to her pelvis. "It's magic; Bonnie might be able to explain it better, but rest assured Damon, Elijah is the father of my child. Now I'm going to shut this door and call him. If you have any sense of self-preservation you'll be gone before he gets here."

She slammed the door in his face and leaned against the wood. Her hands slid down to hold the underside of her swollen stomach and released a shaky breath.

"You want me to kill him?" Jeremy leaned against the top of the stairs.

"I'd prefer it if you got the phone," Elena rolled her neck forward and took a few steps forward so she could grab the railing.

"You alright?" Jeremy was at her side a moment later.

"I think I might be in labour…"

Jeremy pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and dialed Elijah. "What's it feel like?"

Elena pressed her lips together in thought. "You know that feeling when someone takes a hold of your t-shirt and pulls it tight around your back?"

"Sure," Jeremy nodded. He pressed the phone to his ear and counted the rings.

"That's what my skin feels like… like all of the skins being pulled around to my back. Someone's holding it there for a second and then letting go."

"When did it start?"

"I felt the first one when I was in the bathroom," Elena bit her lip and straightened up. "And then again just now."

"Hello?"

"Hey, here's Elena," Jeremy passed her the phone.

"Elijah?"

"Elena," she could hear the smile in his voice, "the smell hasn't quite gone yet."

"That's not why I'm calling," she smiled and tried not to giggle. "Damon showed up at the front door."

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," Elena rubbed her stomach and felt Miranda kick. She watched Jeremy disappear into the living room and return with her purse. "I told him to leave."

"Is that why you've called?"

"No I just thought I'd let you know," Elena moved to look through the peephole, "I was kind of hoping he'd leave when you picked up," she murmured. "I actually called because I think I might be in labour." She inhaled sharply when her skin was pulled taut again.

"Another one?" Jeremy handed Elena her purse and placed his hand on her lower back when she motioned to it.

"Mmhmm," Elena nodded. She refocused on the phone when the muscles loosened. "Elijah? Elijah?" She pulled the phone away to see that the call had ended.

She jumped when the doorknob twisted against her hip. She stepped back and opened the door.

"That was fast," Elena passed the phone back to Jeremy.

"I dropped everything and ran."

"Literally," Elena stepped onto the porch and peered around. "I'm pretty sure we have a little time… you didn't have to race over."

"I'm not so sure about that," Jeremy locked the door and pulled it shut. "The first one might have been slow but the last two were fairly close together."

"How close?" Elijah took her arm and helped her down the stairs.

"One was ending when I called you," Jeremy opened the passenger door of Elena's car, "and another came on a few seconds before you got here."

"We might not have that much time," Elijah chuckled. He took the keys from Jeremy and flashed around the car.

Elena found she had to agree with the pregnancy books: the only thing predictable about labour was that it was unpredictable. Her contractions were coming frequently when Elijah pulled into the hospital fifteen minutes later.

Elena became unaware of everything else but the powerful contractions in her abdomen. It might have been six hours or it might have been less than one. All she knew was that Dr. Green was telling her to push, and that next time they should be sure to get to the hospital faster.

Elena might have cursed the ground Elijah walked on, but the pain was too intense. It was all she could do to hold his hand and bare down. Sweat ran down her spine as she pushed. She had asked about the epidural the second they had arrived, but she was too far along.

When the tiny cry filled the room Elena felt her muscles relax. She was gasping and swallowing her tears as the freshly cleaned baby was placed in her arms.

"There you are," Elena sniffled. She smiled and kissed her newborn daughters forehead. "Look how small she is." Elena laughed. She carefully placed the tiny bundle in Elijah's arms when he reached down.

"Elijah?" Elena frowned. She swallowed nervously when she saw his small frown. "What's wrong? Is she okay?" Her eyelids grew heavy as the extent of her ordeal caught up with her.

"She's perfect," he ran a finger over Miranda's cheek. His thumb gently passed over the sensitive area beneath her closed eyes.

"Lemesee," Elena squinted. She mentally accepted the fact that she was exhausted when the room blurred around the edges. She could just make out the thin veins under her baby's eyes.

"Rest Elena," Elijah kissed her cheek, "she's not going anywhere." He frowned when her eyes drifted shut.

The colour had completely drained from her face. Closing his eyes he inhaled deeply; he hadn't noticed before. Initially he had thought it normal. Wasn't labour, after all, known as a bloody business? Now that it was done, and her face relaxed, he wasn't so sure. He shielded Miranda's face from the nurses so they wouldn't see, but he had to bite down on his cheek to keep his own face under control. There was far too much blood in the room.

"Dr. Green…" Elijah called the woman over from the chart she was filling out. He paled when he couldn't hear it. "Dr. Green!"

"What is it?" She froze when she saw Elena. "Shit!" She cursed again when placed her fingers on Elena's throat and came up with the same result Elijah had.

After over a thousand years Elijah had honed his senses. Very little ever escaped his notice, but the next ten minutes passed in a blur. When his siblings approached him in the hall he could only remember being ushered out by a nurse.

"There she is," Rebekah cupped the child's head and crooned. "That was fast."

"What are you doing out here?" Klaus tilted his head when he noted the shell-shocked expression on his brother's face. "Elijah?"

Rebekah finally looked up when she realized her brother was not going to relinquish his child. Her breath caught in her throat when the door behind him opened and the thick smell of blood reached her nose… too much blood. She saw around Elijah's body a nurse lifting a sheet up and over the still body on the bed.

Dr. Green stepped out. She shrank back when Elijah turned to her with a glare. To her credit she managed to stand her ground fairly well. "I'm sorry," she swallowed nervously, "we did everything we could, but she was already gone."

The doctor went on to explain but Elijah heard very little of it past the hemorrhage. She was obviously lying to him. There was no way Elena was dead. She couldn't be dead… Miranda had known her. She had recognized her mother. She had called her 'mama'.

He didn't realize he was shaking his head until a loud shriek reached his ears. He instinctively stepped aside to shield Miranda when the nurse came careening out of the delivery room. His eyebrows shot upwards when he looked inside to see Elena sitting up straight on the bed.

Elena grimaced and held up a hand to block out the bright sunlight streaming through the window. She smiled gratefully when the blinds were drawn and ran her tongue over her aching gums.

"Thanks," she ran a hand over her throat, "that was really bright."

"Elena?"

She lifted her burning eyes to Elijah. He had taken a seat on the side of her hospital bed and was watching her carefully. Her fingers gently combed the dark hair on top of Miranda's head. She met his dark eyes when he repeated her name.

"What?" She blinked in surprise when he cupped her cheek and peered into her eyes. She ran her tongue over her gums again and saw his eyes widen.

Elijah looked at Miranda before lifting his eyes to her again.

"Elijah," Elena swallowed. "You're really starting to freak me out here. What's wrong?" Her eyes caught sight of Rebekah when she walked in followed by Klaus and Kol who shut the door behind him.

"How are you feeling Elena?" Rebekah moved to stand beside her bed and felt her forehead.

Elena tilted her head and regarded the vampires in her room. "I'm tired," she shrugged, "a little hungry," she took Miranda and held her close, "giving birth really works up an appetite."

"I'll bet," Kol reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out the bag he had procured.

"You do know I don't drink that, right?" Elena narrowed her eyes at the proffered bag. She frowned when the ache in her mouth intensified.

"You do now," Kol passed the bag to Elijah. "Rebekah and I took care of the nurse and Dr. Green. Luckily she hadn't recorded anything yet."

"What…"

"You're in transition, love," Klaus supplied. A muscle in his jaw ticked. "You suffered a uterine atony… according to Dr. Green. Apparently it can happen when labour happens so quickly."

"I… I… I…"

"Maybe we should give her a minute," Rebekah pushed her brothers outside. She closed the door on Elena and Elijah.

"I… I died?"

Elijah could do nothing but nod. "I'm sorry," he found his voice again.

"For what?" Elena felt her brow furrow. Over the past few months she had been considering turning. What other choice did she have if she wanted a real future with Elijah and her child?

"You died Elena," he ran his hand back through his hair, "and I am partially responsible for that. You must hate me right now," he murmured.

"I don't hate you, Elijah," Elena caught his hand, "I wasn't fond of you while I was pushing, but I don't hate you. I figured eventually I would have to transition… I just hadn't thought it would be this soon."

"You were considering turning?" He squeezed her hand and stared.

"Well, yeah," she smiled. "If you think you're getting rid of me that easily you've got another thing coming. I love you, Elijah, and it's not like you could go the other way, so I don't see that I really had another choice."

"Did I hear you correctly?" He leaned closer over and lifted his hand to cup her cheek. The blood bag laid momentarily forgotten on the bed.

"Are you getting hard of hearing in your old age?" Elena teased. She giggled when his eyes narrowed. "I'll repeat myself just in case: I love you."

"I love you too," he brushed his lips over hers and swallowed her smile. "My hearing's just fine by the way."

"Oh good," her hand settled on his chest, "then you'll hear me when I say open the blood bag. I'm very hungry, and I have this strange feeling that's what I'm craving."

She let him take Miranda when he passed her the blood bag. Her eyes narrowed as she eyed the thick liquid. She had gagged at the sight of it that morning, but now she found her mouth was watering. A sharp pain ripped through her mouth as her new fangs descended.

She had expected the blood to taste the way it did when she was human. As a child she had cut her hand and instinctively put it in her mouth; the heavy copper taste had made her gag then. Now she found the copper had dimmed. The blood was like liquid heaven on her tongue, the sweetest ambrosia she had ever tasted; all too soon it was gone and she was left wanting more.

The speed at which her hands moved when Miranda cried surprised her so much that she froze for a second before holding her child to her chest.

"Are you alright?" Elijah ran his thumb over her lower lip. He knew she must still be hungry, but her attention had been diverted.

"I'm okay," Elena nodded. "I think I'm okay," she amended, "I don't want to let her go."

"I can't say that I blame you," he bent and kissed their daughters head. "I think she's hungry."

"I think you're right," Elena frowned when she looked at her daughter. "I think we're going to need some formula. Breast feeding is definitely out of the question now."

"I'll ask at the…" Elijah trailed off when the door opened and Rebekah passed them a bottle.

"I figured you'd be needed that," she smiled. "I also called Bonnie; she's going to make you a daylight ring." Rebekah motioned to Elena's face. "You might want to get that under control before any one comes in here."

"Try taking a few deep breaths," Elijah tucked her hair behind her ear and watched Miranda eat.

"'Nothing is ever as daunting after three deep breaths'," Elena quoted after doing as he said. She smiled when she felt the veins stop writhing. "My mother used to say that," she explained when she caught the stares of the Originals.

"She was a wise woman," Elijah kissed her cheek.

Elena nodded. They lapsed into silence; the only sound in the room was Miranda sucking on the bottle. Elena's brow furrowed when she laid Miranda over her shoulder and rubbed her back.

"Whose blood turned me?" She wracked her mind but found she couldn't remember drinking any… although she had a few memories from Damon that she would address at a later date. "Have you been lacing my drinks?" She arched one eyebrow.

"No," Elijah shook his head. "I think it was Miranda. Her blood was still in you after the delivery."

"Miranda turned me?"

"So it would seem," Rebekah leaned down to kiss her nieces hair.

Elena looked into her daughter's face when she took the bottle up again. "You are going to be a handful aren't you?"

"She's half Mikaelson," Kol stuck his head around the door as he ushered Bonnie inside, "that was always a given, darling."

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[gooddame]

Klaroline putting together ikea furniture

AN: I am so sorry I took a million years to write this but I do hope you’ll love the idea I came up with on a whim. Moreover I want to thank @kickassfu for being a big part of the reason this was so long and took so long.

Please help me thank the lovely @denielapple, for prompting me. Happy reading loves!

For the last few days he had been more than high strung, Klaus knew but it was Rebekah’s own fault. He also found it ludicrous that she would try to insinuate that his mood had anything to do with a certain blonde staying in his loft for the week as his frown deepened at the feel of his phone ringing in his pocket.

It was Caroline’s tone, he had it set that way for no particular reason at all other than boredom he always rationalized with himself. He sought out his phone as he picked it from his pocket muttering as he answered.

“I can’t believe this,” Klaus’ accented voice filled Caroline’s ear with an annoyed tone she hoped wasn’t directed at her. It was.

Ignoring him however was always her first instinct so she went for it, “Klaus,” she greeted him over the phone as she finished her signature off on the tablet reciving the packaged Klaus had asked her to look out for.

Lines formed on her face forming a grim look as the delivery men let themselves out with bashful looks across their faces. She had only looked away a second to slide on her heel when she heard the loud scratching sound across the what she presumed was an expensive floor job. Now she was left to explain the occurance to her, er, host? To Klaus.

Her eyes automatically rolled back when he spoke however using that condesending tone that truly grated her nerves from time to time, “Caroline, I thought we agreed you wouldn’t call me at work.” Klaus greeted her in turn.

With a deep breath Caroline took the high road, “Well I thought,” she paused reversing her decision when he made a deep sound in his throat, “You know, with my lady brain. That you would want to know your custom order bed just landed on your custom designed wood floors scratching the entrance.”

There was a pause so brief that she could picture the rubber band of his mind possibly snapping when he hissed rather darkly into the receiver, “I’ll be right there, Marcel!” He called to someone in the distance.

Klaus felt his hand twitch as Rebekah passed his office door on the way to her own unbeknownst to her Caroline was on the line for him. He held the phone between his ear and shoulder as he scribbled down a note focusing on the discerning tone the blonde he had thought about every day of his adult life about. Marcel stepped into his office as the line went dead on her end signalling his dismissal Klaus prerended the line was still active and dismissed the call of his own accord before he engaged with his colleague.

Caroline fought to stifle her laugh as she hung up the call, her eyes forcibly noticed the time registered on the screen. She was so going to be late for her interview, Caroline thought in a panic before she grabbed her bag to go. Staying with Klaus this weekend was not exactly her idea even though it had made sense logically to not get an expensive hotel room when his guest suite was available.

Or at least that was what Rebekah had said and Caroline had just been repeating it to herself since then. Klaus and herself only got along once, once, Caroline shivered as she wondered if she would ever suppress the memory of his lips. Of his tongue brushing hers, reliving it she shook herself from the sensation.

“Get over it,” she muttered to herself as she made her way out of the building pausing only to smile at the frontdoor man.

Having been drunk kissing and grinding against your best friend’s brother’s pelvis against a staircase during a college party wasn’t her best moment. Both of them pretending it never happened after that wasn’t far behind on things Caroline would like to suppress. Although now was turning out to be fantastic, she wished she would get to see his face as he set eyes on the scratch but alas she had a certain poacher to impress.

When Klaus opened his front door he called for Caroline only to realize far too late what day it actually was so the blonde in question was already gone. A heaviness overtook him in the solitude of his home as he took a deep breath only to catch her temporary, he reminded himself,  lingering scent filling his nostrils. His eyes then fell to the floor, the three foot long new feature marring his designer floor did not improve his sour mood.

Working efficiently Klaus removed his suit jacket and undid his tie as he reached for the house phone prepared for battle with the store manager. After an hour on both his cell phone and house phone he had untucked his shirt and removed his trouser socks and shoes but he had won a few small battles. The retailers had been overly friendly but untilmately unhelpful after the purchase had been made and the delivery crew he had hired to pick the custom bed up from the store had left the premises while he was at work which left him to duel with the delivery team.

He had been smart about the insurance policy but in the end was out still a hefty sum making him wonder why he got insurance in the first place. Klaus then checked the clock on the stove and he saw it was drawing passed dinner, long past the time Caroline said she would be free. He had hoped to scrape some time together to diplomaticlly discuss her position, he groaned at the censoring of his own thoughts.

His eyes shut he rubbed his face with his hand as he hoped to scrub away the desire to see her enter and smile for a brief moment before she realized that they dispised one another. Something that was easier to admit to whether it was false or not than to admit to the truth which was that he was irrevocably in love with Caroline Forbes. Klaus found himself in the kitchen looking through his fridge like a bored bloody teenager opening and shutting the door as he thought maybe something new would appear each time.

He was wrong so instead he reached for a lager and a tupperware container that had her name on it. He smiled at the yellow post-it that read,

‘Dinner for Friday-Caroline, p.s. DON’T TOUCH KLAUS.’

“Opps,’ he laughed in the quiet of his loft allowing himself a moment of reward as he shut the door to the fridge after he gathered another ale in his hand.

Caroline was fried after she had spent the day in a series of interviews. She had found herself arriving back his place late that evening after a dinner with her boss or hopefully her new boss. She was confident after a day of questions and scenarios that she would be one of the top people taken into consideration for the position but again nothing was offical yet.

She rummaged in her bag for the spare Rebakah had lent her hopeful that due to the late hour Klaus wouldn’t even be an issue. Her hopes diminished when the door opened and Caroline walked in to find Klaus holding a lager by the kitchen bar standing as if waiting for her.

He heard the key jingle from the hallway outside and knew it was her but made no move to leave his place by the marble island. Klaus ignored the fact that he might have had a drink too many to properly discuss what he had been planning on discussing. The soft buzz of his body reminded him of ears ago when he felt her supple body against his writhing with intensity. They had been interrupted but Klaus had hoped rather foolishly that Caroline and he would have time to sort out what had happened between them and how wrong had he been.

With visions of days before he faced her, watched as she slung her keys back into her bag unaware of him, "You’re in late,” he observed darkly from the other end of the long open concept living room.

What little of her smile was left was diminished as their stare down grew intense, “Okay, hi mom,” Caroline snorted as she made to avoid him by walking directly towards her room, “It’s barely ten so I think I’m early enough for curfew!”

He chuckled dryliy, “Adorable, really,” he said offensively as he perched his back against the wall, “The delivery team said you signed off so they’re not as liable as I’d like for them to be.”

Caroline felt that it was as if he was pushing for a fight. Looking poorly to her to take his day out on, it was then she grumbled under her breath about a perfectly good day ruined. The blonde counted the five bottles on thenisland and rolled her eyes when it all made sense.

Klaus hardly drank, a glass or two of burbon but after that he normally was fine so naturally this beguilled her, “That’s what you do with a package,” she reminded him of society’s code of conduct, “You sign for it!”

Klaus watched her, he felt like a predator wolf lurking out for his prey. Caroline was the perfect prey and he longed to see the face she made when he ruffled her perfect feathers. He lips seemed to pout, green eyes ablazed, her whole being sermed to light up so blinding like her own sun no need to tell her it was all settled.

Caroline felt her insides boil over at the near smirk he gave her as his eyes lit up like ready, set, go. The same deep, penetrated look he gave her that night, the exact same look he gaves her each time before the pair have them argue. Damn him, her mind shouted at her as he stalked forward talking measured steps until he was before her nearly pressing her to her door sending up all sorts of red flags.

His tongue darted out tasting the ale on his lips as he watched her closely, “Now I’m out thousands of dollars,” Klaus replied sounding indifferent.

Distracted as their eyes locked he spoke, “Caroline,” his tongue danced over her name as his breath lined with hints of his lager fanned her cheeks, “All over a bed.”

She sucked in a breath and realized her mistake a second too late when her senses were violated by his day old aftershave and delectable aroma that was always so perfectly Klaus. Her mind and body malfunctioning in a high degree as she fought to exhale her anxiety, her eyes darting from his mouth to his neck. Why, her every part of her asked and Caroline had no answer as he smirked and she had no idea which one of her reactions had caused it.

It was a moment suspended in time just like this that would forever be locked in his mind. Caroline was a vision, Klaus was big enough to admit to himself that he was a fan of every part of her. But this, fire, he named it, he sought it out only to recreate it as a sketch immortalized forever time and again.

Her eyes turned to slits, she felt her face colour, her body heat in a way that was not entirely unwelcome. So she was surprised when she missed her hand placed over his broad, hard chest. Caroline distinguished the surprise that lit his fearures before he could isolate them and stow such human feelings aside. And it did not stop her from being very close to telling him just where he could stick his, er, bed frame.

“A bed you haven’t stopped talking about.” Caroline rejoindered with a narrowed look of her own as she took in the picture he made, displeased expression doing nothing to diminish his handsomeness as his brows knit together in deep concentration.

His manicured thumb grazed her knuckles just so making her gasp before her fingers pulled her own hand away and she balked, “Why isn’t it set up by the way?” Forcing her voice steady.

Spell gone, the frission of the moment dispersed, Klaus’ eyes drifted from her lips to the door behind her tracing the pattern as he struggled for words if only momentarily, “The man I’m paying to set it up was unavailable until noon tomorrow,” his answer came in an unsatisfactory fashion.

All at once the light extinguished in his eyes but Caroline hardly noticed it as she spoke, “Klaus its a bed, do it yourself.” She told him before she scathed, “Moneybags.” Under her breath while her back leaned against the door.

Disdain, he read it so clearly on her face that it disappointed him, “You know,” he started to say lager in his hand as he gestured to her.

“Just when I think we’re seeing eye to,” he stopped himself always careful to never reveal too much just like the morning after their first kiss as he took a step back and then another leaving Caroline breathless, “Nevermind. Goodnight Caroline.”

Caroline’s hands at her sides clutch for purchase against the door as her mind and heart struggled in his retreat to figure out just what had transpired between them. Vaguely she heard him drop the bottle in the sink as he stormed to his office where Caroline was certain he had a layaway bed in the sofa. All this occured to her but moving, letting this moment go, frightened her to her core. So she waited, collected herself  before she slid into the safety of her room.

Klaus could not be enticed to sleep even after the generic Murphy bed had been pulled down and he had changed the sheets something was wrong with him. His secret turmoil spilling out in aggravated breaths and grunts as he removed his loosely buttoned shirt with rolled up sleeves and his tailored slacks. He sat up with a feeling of dislike as he muttered the nickname that had marred her lips as it slipped through before walking to his bedroom where it lay over the carpet that protected this floor.

Her first uttered thought after she realized she was awake was the curse word she heard Klaus speak not a moment later. She had struggled to get some sleep after their little tiff hours earlier preparing for bed in a mechanical fashion as she pulled on a light blue silk slip gown. A soft mournful yawn escaped Caroline as she found herself awake yet again in the middle of the night thinking of him. Maybe it was the fact that she was in his city, in his bed, Caroline felt her face heat at the false thought that escaped her when she heard another bang sound.

The side of her face rubbed at her pillow as she willed herself to sleep, to shut her eyes and stop listening. Why was he so enthralling? She scoffed at herself, “You mean irritatingly confusing Caroline,” her mind wandered out loud.

“I’m in far too deep,” she whined to herself rubbing her eyes knowing that sleep would never come for her now.

Earlier her tiredness has worn her into a slumber but now it seemed her body, mind and most terribly her heart was eager to figure out the noises that had piqued her ears interest. At the sound of a groaned sigh followed by a metal clacking Caroline began to sit up in her temporary bed. A deep exhaled escaped her as she looked around the room her fingers playing with the delicate necklace her father gave her when she was younger, the final gift he gave her before he  passed. Caroline felt her heartbeat under her chest as she copied the beat with her breaths.

She felt warm, almost too hot as she started to shove the floral covers off of her body in an effort to cold down. Quickly after she sat up Caroline realized that he too must have been bothered by the conversation between them and had in fact woken up. It was when she heard another term she wasn’t overly familar with followed by a grunt of the wood he was working on that the blonde knew what he was up to.

“Cheeky little,” Klaus sighed as Caroline listened quietly from her place on the bed.

With a deep breath she eyed the ceiling following the crown moulding as another groan escaped his bedroom floating across the vast loft through her door. It seemed to Caroline that he was confused, fustrated, that he felt now how she had felt before when she had spoken to him. She rationalized quickly however that she was thinking far too much about what had happened and comparing both situations was entirely useless becauae Klaus simply did not feel for her what she had always felt for him.

It was a sober thought to Klaus that he had her so near and yet it he had never felt more distant from Caroline. Often, more often than not, he had pondered why his heart was resistant to the charms of another more willing offer. Still, his heart persisted in loving a woman that would never have him he thought with a groan as he tossed away the wooden frame.

Caroline fought within herself, with her scattered, tired thoughts, that Klaus might feel something similar to how she felt. Be that in the situation from before or her ongoing battle with her heart to let him go as she brushed the hair from her face back behind her ears. She willed the idea away that Klaus felt something possibly similar to what she did as she leaned further down catching wisps of what he muttered.

“Calm down, Niklaus, you have a degree in….” She heard him as he bemoaned to himself possibly berating himself for his lack of everyman knowledge that she had mocked him for not having.

Caroline stilfed a laugh as she wrapped her robe losely over her shoulders tiptoeing to the door, “Niklaus,” she whispered into the dark walkway as she took quiet steps towards the kitchen.

Her idea had been to make him a tea, as a sign of peace when she almost knocked over the kcup box to find more than the few she had used missing. Caroline smiled to herself as she decided to make a coffee seeing as it was nearing four am. He cursed again sounding closer than he did in her bedroom.

For a moment Caroline thought she had been caught out but Klaus was far too preoccupied across the apartment to worry about her. Gathering the mug she normally used knowing it would annoy him because it was actually his favorite. She worked diligently calling on her barista skills from her college days until the mug sat in steaming glory now ready with warm liquid perfection and she strolled through the loft freely.

Klaus really did have good taste, she thought looking at the decor of the room for the first time without feeling self conscious about being there. Caroline allowed herself a peek inside the opening of his office as her back brushed the back of the open door. His scent seemed to surround her, his essence flooding her with awareness as her feet moved to step away. Her soft steps were barely registered in her mind as she seemed to float to his bedroom coated in courage as she reached for the door handle.

“I will find you and I will kill you,” he promised the missing screw he had lost as he searched the pocket of his gray sweatpants.

This time Caroline did giggle making Klaus stutter in his idle threats as his eyes shut in embarrassment. What a picture he must have made on his hands and knees scouring the plush brown carpet he thought as he willed himself to look to her. Klaus bit his tongue minutely grateful he had managaged not to swallow it at the sight if her barely clothed leaning against his doorway.

“Klaus,” she sighed crossing her arms as she sipped from his mug unaware of what it did to him, “The tree is already dead.” She reasoned, “Don’t torture it.”

Caroline complimented herself inwardly for not gawking at his bare chest, only taking a sip of his coffee to hide her jaw dropping as he spoke from his place on the floor, “This is not a true screwdriver,” he proclaimed waving the silver tool that had come with the instructions.

“Did you google it?” Caroline asked as she skirted her way into the room as she tried for nonchalance.

“Caroline,” her name grumbled deep in his throat in reply as he watched her come to her knees next to him bewildered.

“Here, sip, shush,” she smiled as she held out his mug for him to take his hand reaching as he appraised her long legs beside him.

If she noticed as much she didn’t mention it which was fantastic because he had not planned on another fight, “Coffee?” He sniffed looking at the caramel liquid she gifted him as he imagined it was a show of peace.

She made a grab for the tiny screwdriver in his hand pointing it at him with it when she did, “Don’t pretend you bought that for me,” Caroline replied jovilly, “The k-cups were already half gone.”

He simpered edging closer to her on his knees until she could feel his body heat radiating in the leftover space, “No one can know,” he said in a conspiring tone.

She blushed even as her mouth fell open, “Are we sharing secrets?” Caroline asked him in near glee as a shiver slid down her spine.

“Well,” he paused dramatically to drink a sip of coffee, “I showed you mine, Love,” he flirted with a wink in her direction.

Frazzled didn’t begin to explain how Caroline felt as she made her way around him to take in what he had actually accomplished, with a chuckle she told him, “I’ll handle this side.”

They worked in a comfortable silence with Klaus on one end and Caroline working not so far away from him sharing the instructions. A look every so often shared between them lingered as they steadily completed the frame of the bed until finally they only had one section left. Caroline felt Klaus’ chest against her back as she struggled with the tightening of the last screw, his arms reaching around her to help her finish.

He didn’t know why it felt so natural to wrap himself around her though he wagered it was a mixture of lack of sleep and the lateness of the hour as he released the silver tool into her care. Caroline smiled as she turned her head to look at him as she rose up and lifted her leg up over the newly built frame. His eyes followed her to the mattress wrapped in plastic by his closet door watching as she gestured with her head for him to help.

Klaus flushed as he realized what she was silently asking, “How are you so patient?” He queried as he stood struuing towards the new mattress as she finished unwrapping it.

Caroline grinned as they lifted the memory foam mattress off of the carpet settling into a slow pace towards the bed, “How are you not?” She asked as her robe slid down for the fifth time that last hour, “You have siblings.”

Klaus smiled at her reasoning as he quipped, “Aggravating to a fault,” not expecting her reply to be witty or revealing.

The blonde nightmare qcross from him scoffed though she agreed with him, “Just like you,” she pointed out as they slipped the bed into place.

Klaus felt the concerned creases pf his forehead and eyes form at the acknowledgment of his usal behavior, “You find me aggravating?” He couldn’t help but ask.

Caroline walked around the bed, her fingers fussed with the silk rope around her waist that kept coming loose as she thought out her reply, “I find you,” she paused with a small blush he barely caught, “Frustrating.”

Intrigued Klaus caught her warm, soft hand without a second thought as she tried to walk to his door distracting her, “In what way?” He asked curiously.

She smiled at the feel of her hand in his looking down at their entwined hands, “I’ll keep that to myself,” she let out in a breath.

“I thought we were sharing secrets,” Klaus pressed with a swift motion of his hand tugging on hers to pull her body that much closer to his so he could catch the light going up in her eyes up close.

“Klaus,” she barely whispered as he set her hand over his heart as it had been earlier that evening so that his own hands could slant down her ribs to her waist pushing her closer.

“Caroline,” her name flitted across her lips causing flutters of delight to course through them as their eyes searched one anothers.

Her hands found themselves going up, up, up over his arms, her fingers pressing into his shoulders and neck. His stubble tickled her cheeks, his teeth pricked her bow lips as time seemed to once more suspend in a moment. A soft moan escaped her at the feel of his blunt teeth scrapping over her bottom lip but Klaus still waited. His eyes still searched hers, beseeched her permission even as he willed it to be so.

And so her eyelids fell closed as her lips felt his smiling ones slide over her own in feather light kisses before finally tasting the sweet cavern of his mouth once more. Klaus groaned making her laugh softly into their kiss remembering why she had woken up this morning in the first place as she tasted the lingering coffee and toothpaste flavor of his supple mouth. Her lips left his and began to travel his throat, nipping and kissing the expanse of skin there as she listened to the sounds she elicited in him.

His fingers gripped her waist massaging her tired limbs as his hand fought with the front knot of her robe causing her to gasp his name into his neck in response. It was a warning Klaus knew as her hard breath teased his neck spurring on his actions as her own hands grew adventurous over his tense torso causing his muscles to flinch where she touched. His mind went blank as her robe fell back exposing the soft creme color of her shoulders his mouth drying at the sight yet eager to taste.

“It only took nine years,” he uttered gruffly as she laughed, her laugh turning into a sigh when he snared her in for a deep plunging kiss that dueled with the memory of their first.

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