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Are you coming over?

It's the text that makes her chew on her lip, that makes her type four answers and delete them and then type again and then delete that, because it's not so simple as yes or no, and she's spent the last four hours going what am I doing and being weirdly girl-power-self-affirming because she's making a choice for herself, but then wondering what the hell Bonnie and Elena would say, and then wondering what Tyler would do, but she's not thinking about Tyler, because she's not letting her think about Tyler, because- because. Because she's not. Because she doesn't love Klaus, she loves Tyler, but this thing she's got isn't dating, and-

And it's sort of crazy. Of course it's crazy.

But he sends her a text asking her if she's coming over, and she starts tearing through her clothes after she goes back and forth, but she just sort of gives up, and ends up in leggings and a t-shirt that's belted like a dress and flipflops, but she's got makeup on and she's trying to balance between not looking like she tried too hard or too much, and looking nice.

It's a delicate line, and as she's walking to his room, she walks halfway, and then turns around and walks back, and then stopped again, turning back, because she's going to do this, and when she gets to his room, she hesitates but the door's open and she's got a pillow under her arm because it's hers and she just goes in. "I'm spending the night," she informs him, and she looks at him like What're you going to do about it? and she sort of flops into one of his chairs, folding up her feet, like she wasn't here like six hours ago.

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She's pressing her cheek to his neck, and she's trying to lose herself in the feeling so she doesn't do it, so she isn't him and she doesn't let herself think Damon's name, not now, but she doesn't understand that Klaus is trying to get her to do it, to let go. She's gasping as he gives her what she wants, and it almost everything she wants but it's not enough- her control is slipping but she's not going to give in, and her legs tighten around his hips as she tries to force it away, tries not to hunger for him, and lose herself in what he's doing, not what she is.

"Caroline," he growls, when she doesn't, and he feels the shift, eyes wolf-golden now, fangs dropping, and her neck is right there and he could just - "Bite me," he gets out, voice low and demanding and desperate all at once, hips snapping punctuation onto the end of that, another sharp, hard thrust, and another, and - "Bite me," again, but with more steel to it, because otherwise he's biting her.

The movement of his hips is making her tremble, it's making her gasp and her nails rake up his back, and she can feel it, can feel herself getting closer, but then he says it, he says she should bite him and it all goes sideways because her face twists- and it's clear she's trying to fight it as she says, "But-" and then he says it again, growls it, those two words, and she makes the mistake of turning her head and his neck is there, it's in front of her and she can't stop, she's too young to have the control, too in the moment, too close to losing her grip on everything. She can't stop herself as she sinks her teeth into his neck, and she's ravaging his back and she can feel the sticky-slickness of blood on her fingers as she breaks the skin, but she's so close now. She's drinking from him, and she's desperate and she wants him to do something so she can reach that brass ring and just let go, but the warm blood in her mouth is somehow almost enough.

It's so much all at once, but it's pain he can focus on instead of his own hunger, even if a part of him knows that it'll be worse later, because of the blood loss, but for now it's enough, it's her fangs sharp in his neck and the pleasure with each buck of his hips, and he has just enough clarity that he slides a hand between them. His fingers are more rough than they usually would have been, because he has to focus on the pain in his neck that much so as not to lose it, and he hopes - prays - that she'll come quickly, not because he wants it over with, but because with each second it becomes more difficult to hold out, to hold on, to hold her and not bite.

She lets go, she lets go of whatever blockade she's holding onto and her mouth slips from his neck as she cries out, her mouth red with his blood, it smeared on her lips. She's trembling, and she thinks something that's wrong and ridiculous and she knows it's hormones and endorphines and she whimpers against his ear, her hands shaking as she skims them up his back, and his name- Oh, god, the way she says his name is saying way more than just his name. Its how she feels about him, how this is new and bright and fragile, but that she trusts him and maybe there's something else, the tiny spark that could eventually turn into something more.

She's overwhelmed, and she has her face pressed against his jaw, making a soft sound against his skin.

He's not used to that, the way his wounds do not heal when she pulls back, the way they prickle and itch and keep giving him something other than the hunger to focus on, and she's trembling and saying his name and he's saying hers, the smell of his blood thick in the air but he has to focus on something else, the pain and the pleasure and then the way she's tightening around him and he pulls his hand back so he can lean on both arms as he thrusts into her a few more times, he doesn't need much now that he can let go - in that way, at least, and his head is turned away from her because if he looks at her he's pretty sure he's going to bite her as it hits him, that surge of pleasure that makes his hips stutter, and then gradually slow down, and he's spent. Blood is still seeping from his neck, slowly, and dripping on her or the bed, and he stays in her and lowers himself on top of her, not with his full weight, but enough to feel her warmth and he still can't look at her, fangs out, eyes golden, hunger so very alive, although it's coming back to him, little by little, control, and in just ten seconds he's sure that it will all be back. Ten or twenty, or a little more, never mind how weak he feels, like his legs are made of rubber and the hunger is even worse now.

He's still bleeding, she realizes a moment after he stills, as he doesn't look at her, and she doesn't understand. She doesn't understand, and she hadn't wanted to bite him, and he's still bleeding, and all she can bring herself to do is to stroke his back, his hair as her heart's in her throat. "Hey," she says after what seems like an eternity, scared of what he'll say or do or not do, if her biting him- he told her to, but it's not healing and she's trying to ignore it even as the blood drips down his shoulder, as it drips onto her chest and she is trying to keep her fangs away, pressing a kiss to his temple, and she knows she's hurt him in other ways because her fingers are sticking to his back. She wants to apologize, but she knows he'll be mad if she does, and she doesn't know what to do besides half-bask in what afterglow she can manage, her lips close to his temple. "I-" and then she stops, closing her eyes, letting her cheek rest against his hair.

Edited 2012-06-08 18:53 (UTC)

She says "Hey," calling for his attention, but he needs a little longer, he needs a few more seconds, and when she speaks her again he's back more, he's him more, and after a second or two he can shift back, the fangs come back in and his eyes are back to the way they usually are. He's softened enough that he slips out of her, with a grimace, because that's never the fun part, and he turns his head to catch her lips into a kiss. The sort of kiss that's meant to reassure her that nothing is wrong, because nothing is, and he ends up pouring a lot more into the kiss that he meant to, but it is what it is. Just the two of them, and she's beautiful, and this was stunning.

She should care that he needs time, that for a second she was lost and wondering and worried, but then he kisses her. She moans into his mouth, because this isn't what she'd expected, her leg around his hips sliding down, kissing him - her foot running up and down his calf, stroking his hair. And she takes from the kiss what he's giving and she gives it back, and it's emotion that they're not ready for, and she's arched up as high against him as she can be, but she's not trying to still have sex, obviously, but she's kissing him like he's the last men on Earth, like-

Well. It's emotion, and she doesn't want to let him to move, let him leave, let him not kiss her any longer.

Edited 2012-06-09 13:42 (UTC)

Eventually, though, he has to pull free, otherwise he might keep kissing her all night, so the kiss breaks, and he just breathes against her lip, but then he can't help himself - or won't - and he's kissing her again, still between her legs, and he's kissing her again like she's the only thing in the world that matters, but it isn't the heat of the moment anymore, it's a kiss that is a lot more real. it's more than wanting her, it doesn't have that urgency to it, it's just them and, as far as he's concerned, it's so much better that way.

The kiss is sweet and long and deep in a way that's not I'm going to find your tonsils, and it makes Caroline melt, it makes her meet the kiss, her hands touching him wherever she can - touching and just skimming, her fingertips featherlight until the kiss breaks again, and she stares up at him. "Hey," She says again, but now it's not half a question, it's not a Are you okay, it's a soft, half-breathed greeting, her lips curving into a slow, sweet smile as she toys with one of his auburn curls, her eyes searching his even though she doesn't know what she's looking for.

"Hey," he answers, his own lips quirking up into a small smile, fingers in her hair, and he kisses her again, softer, briefer, and back to himself now. His neck prickles with pain, but he doesn't mind. Any time now he's going to move and go get himself some blood from the replicator, but not just yet. For now he's happily to just look down at Caroline, and it might be weird to just be looking into her eyes, but it doesn't feel weird.

"You okay?" She asks it softly, the question not really worried - she's a little too blissed out right now to be worried, even though they're both pretty much covered in blood at this point and she can smell it but she's pretty okay right now - because she's staring up at him, and she can't stop the smile on her lips, and him staring into her doesn't seem weird at all, because she's doing the same.

She leans up to kiss him again, briefly, before--

"I messed up your back," she said softly, and it was more sheepish than regretful. "Sorry?"

Klaus can't help it; he laughs. It's not mockery, it's genuine amusement, and he kisses her again for that. He's bleeding from the neck, and she's worried about a few scratch marks on his back. "I think I'll survive." Besides, they still heal faster than humans. It will all be gone come morning - the scratch marks and the bruises he owes Nuada, at least. The bite marks will probably last a little longer, but eventually they would fade away as well.

She laughs too, rolling her eyes. She's not talking about his neck because she needs to not think about his neck, about the blood that's covering them both, and she leans up to kiss him again, almost as a distraction.

"We should shower, and you should eat," she says quietly, because she knows it'll help, of course it'll help, and then she won't have to worry about it, because right now sort of everything smells like blood. She doesn't know if this will continue, if this sort of thing was their lives, now, or not - but right now she likes it.

And-- "It's good, right?" She asks it softly, because she still bit him, he still turned away, and even though he finished, she just wants to make sure he's okay, that he's.... good.

"We're good," he answers, a smile lingering on his lips from the laugh, and the kiss, but he is serious, and 'we' matters so much more than 'it'. It is too vague. They're good, and that's what matters. "It's alright, or I wouldn't have told you to."

There's a lot more than that to it, but right now they're basking, and he doesn't feel like getting into it right then and there. They can move and go shower and he can feed in a little while. Not just yet.

"I like it when you smile like that," she says softly, staring up at him, even though - yeah, it's a little weird now because she's still trying not to think about the blood, and she glances down at his mouth and her brows furrow for just a moment - she's thinking about what she did, that she bit him, and how much she'd been trying not to, because- because of things that happened way before he knew her, and she swallows as she decides that she's not going to think about Damon, and he asked her to bite him, he told her too, so it's different.

"So this is a thing, now?" She ventures the question, changing the subject. "I mean, this... isn't a one-time deal?" Because... honestly, she wouldn't mind if it was a thing.

It's an oddly touching thing to say, and Klaus isn't sure everybody told him that before. He doesn't really know what to reply, so when she asks her question... at least he knows what to say to that.

"This is whatever you want it to be, love," Klaus tells her, and his lips quirk up into another small smile. "Although I must admit I'd be more than a little disappointed if it were just the one time." He moves, to her side, so he can lie on his back and tug her towards him, hoping she'll wind up half on top of him. He's stopped bleeding, he knows that much, even if it still itches like a little bitch.

She doesn't end up half on top of him, she ends up totally on top of him, sliding over him so she's lying on him, and she doesn't show the care he does about her body weight, but she bends to kiss him again, and it's a little more deep then she means it, and if she's super honest, super-duper honest, she likes it when he touches her, and she'd not say no if his hands move up and touch her skin again, because Caroline's sort of into that. The touching and kissing and sweet things and just being close, and her eyes are a little darker as she kisses him, nipping his bottom lip.

"I don't know what it is," she murmurs, but she's not pulling away in the slightest. "But I'm okay with figuring it out later." She pauses, and she stares into his eyes again, and for one moment she's thinking of Tyler and Matt and Damon, and her brows furrow as she takes a deep breath because this is so different, and she's glad for it, but it makes it so that she can't neatly label it and shove it into a box.

"We're both gross," she murmurs against his lips again, not because they're disgusting, but she hates feeling like she's on the edge of something. Like she'll bite him, but she shouldn't bite him - that's ridiculous because it's not like he's alive, and that's a whole 'nother thing, and she exhales and it's a little unsteady.

It's a good thing, because he loves to touch her, too, and the second she moves towards him, his arm wraps around her waist, and his other hand is trailing fingers up and down her kiss, absent-mindedly, because that's just what he does, naturally. And her answer works for him, really, and he can't really nod with the way he's lying, so it's jut a tiny tilt of his head and the look in his eyes that tells her that, that tell hers it's just fine by him, and she can take her time.

"Yes," he says, eventually, to her latest remark. He doesn't really think they're gross, but they're certainly not clean, and there's an edge of discomfort in her, so she gets a yes, not to their grossness, but to what's behind it. "Come on," he tells her, and gives her bum a soft tap, the look on his face making it clear he's just baiting, teasing her, waiting for her reaction to that one. "Let's go hit the shower."

She rolls her eyes as he tells tells her that they're going to shower like it's his idea and she hasn't been mentioning it over and over for the last five minutes, but whatever - and now she's shy, now when she slips off of him she's not wasting time as she heads into the bathroom because she knows he'll be behind her probably once he grabs something to eat, and it's not like he's not seen it and way more than that, but she's just- Caroline's a little self conscious because of all of those stupid things that she knows are stupid. Like, she could be thinner and taller and all sorts of things and it's not something she's going to acknowledge, because she knows it's stupid, but there you go. She's in the bathroom and he's behind her or not behind her and that's fine, because she's turning on the hot water and she doesn't know if they are showering or if she's showering and he's showering, but, well. There you go.

She's in the bathroom and he's behind her, because he can grab something to eat afterwards, unless she's going to tell him she'd rather shower on her own. So he's behind her and he's definitely looking at her, all of her, and there's not an ounce of anything not deep appreciation written on his face, shining in his eyes. He's enjoying the sight alright, because she's beautiful, and she has some curves, not like the anorexic models all the rock stars are dating these days.

He steps in behind her in the shower, heedless of the spray of hot water, and pulls her hair back to kiss the side of her neck. It's genuine affection, and it's something more - something about how close he came to losing control, and this is reaffirming that he is in control. The spray is washing some of the blood away, water tainted with red as it hits the tiles, and it's the most natural thing in the world to turn her around in his arms and to kiss her again, with how beautiful she is.

Okay, so she's not actually expecting him to follow her, and he does, and he's right there and she can't stop the way she looks surprised but it's not like she's complaining, her cheeks tinged red with a blush, but her eyes sort of droop closed when he kisses the side of her neck, because apparently - apparently right there is a spot, and she makes that tiny sound she'd made in the beginning, and then he's kissing her, and she's leaning up on tiptoes under the water, and the kiss isn't exactly what she should be doing, because they're supposed to get clean and she's pulling back.

Because clean. And soap. "Sorry," she murmurs with a soft laugh, ducking her head as her hair sticks to her skin, and she's pulling back enough to grab a washcloth, and that's when she does see his back, and she just sort of stops, and yeah, his neck is his neck, and she knows that, but seriously, it's not just scratches, and she's trying to find the right words and they just don't come.

Klaus is oblivious for a moment, because he's tipping his head into the spray and slicking his hair back under the hot water, eyes closed. His neck and back itch and prickle even more with the water, but he's growing familiar with long-lasting pain again, because it wasn't something he really remembered, but it's not completely unwelcome. It's new, even if it's unpleasant, and it was worth it, and those two things make it okay.

But then he looks back down and at her and there's something there, something that has her upset, although he doesn't know what kind of upset or why. "What's wrong?" he asks her gently, with a slight frown.

"Your back," she says quietly, and she looks lost. "I didn't mean to hurt you." Her eyes flick up to his, and she's not okay with it, because they're not light scratches, they're gouges and she did that. She did that. "I don't- I mean, I don't even eat people, you know?" She swallows hard, and she looks up at him again. "I didn't mean too, I swear."