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~For Pickle~

Caroline couldn't sleep.

She lay on her side, home alone, eyes wide in the darkness as she stared at the alarm clock-

It was just about 11pm.

With an annoyed groan, she flipped onto her back, folding her arms, trying to resist the urge to look that that bracelet again.

It was a cheap, lousy shot at trying to win her over.

A beautiful, expensive bracelet.

Caroline gave up on sleep, sitting up and switching the lamp on, leaning to the side where she picked up the little case, running a finger over the top with a light sigh.

He was… charming.

She had to admit it.

Maybe she had fallen under his spell.

Tonight at this… 1920s dance had proven her suspicions correct.

He liked her… more than he should.

She opened the case now, her eyes widening-

Had she put it away? It would seem not from the empty case.

A part of her cursed herself for losing such a valuable and expensive gift. The other side breathed a sigh of relief that a part of him had finally left the building.

She got to her feet and walked towards the kitchen, angling for something to drink.

But Caroline stopped dead as she saw the light on. Her eyes narrowed suspiciously, walking forwards where she found herself stopping dead just inside.

The man stood with his back to the blonde vampire, raising the cup of tea to his lips.

Caroline just hissed.

"What the… just… what the hell are you doing in here-?"

Klaus just looked to her and cocked a brow, sipping his tea from the white china mug. "I quite fancied a tea."

"Whatever, you can't just stroll into other peoples houses and help yourself!"

He shrugged, taking another sip and asking. "Want one?"

"Excuse me?"

"Do you want a cup of tea?"

"No!"

He shrugged once more, having another sip and set the cup down, cocking his head as he went. "Why are you down so late?"

"Why are you in my house."

Klaus was silent, and he still said nothing as he stepped forwards, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a glint of silver.

He placed it in Carolines palm as he took her hand, and she saw-

The bracelet she thought she'd lost.

Before she could stop herself, she had told him. "Thank you."

Klaus stepped forwards closer, raising the now empty hand to her cheek, eyes fixed on her own sapphire ones, staring back into his own, not noticing him place his hand there, saying-

"You're beautiful, Caroline."

She was taken aback by his words, trying to ignore that… feeling of wanting. To step outside into the danger zone.

A walk on the wild side.

Caroline didn't move as he leaned forwards, not giving her chance to think about the words as he kissed her softly. She closed her eyes, feeling him drop his hand from her cheek to her shoulders, glancing down, half breaking the kiss as he slid his hand slowly down her arm to her waist, smirking a tad at the low vest she wore with her voluptuous breasts, plus the little blue and white patterned shorts that came to the middle of her thigh.

Perky.

Her eyes squeezed closed as he trailed his hand to her hips, a smirk twitching onto his face.

She felt him kiss her again now, harder, more than a little passion underneath, hand tightening on her hip as he placed the other on the opposite side, pushing her backwards the meter to the fridge, continuing his assault on her lips.

After a moment, he paused and Caroline finally managed to attempt to control her thoughts.

She'd always been that girl no one picked.

And now?

Tyler?

…Klaus?

But Tyler wasn't here now. He'd turned into a dick… thought there was something going on between her and the big bad hybrid.

There hadn't been.

But she was having second thoughts.

Caroline traced her hand up his back now, wrapping her arm around his neck and pulled him to her, crashing her lips to his own, feeling the smirk against her lips as his hand wandered to her backside, gripping her hard and yanking her closer, grinding against her hips as he kissed her back hungrily.

Her hand shot back as she felt herself get pushed harder against the fridge, a light groan escaping her as she raked her hand up his chest to his hair, winding her fingers into it and replying to Klaus' ferocity as much as she could.

Caroline's breathing was heavy as he yanked her forwards by her backside, whispering in her ear with a smirk. "If you plan to, Sweetheart, this is the time to back out."

She didn't move, and Klaus waited a second, but when he deemed about thirty seconds gone, his smirk grew, going. "Well let's get started."

Klaus' hand had been sneaking slowly around her backside to the front where she felt him tug down her shorts with a light tear as one of the seams went.

She raked her hands up his chest now, shoving off his dark grey jacket and yanked up his shirt, breaking the heated kiss for a moment as he pulled it off, moving to her neck where she gasped, feeling him kiss it hungrily, sneaking her hands down and swiftly unbuckling his belt, popping the top button open, groaning lightly as she brushed her fingers over the growing front of his jeans, tugging the zipper down in a second.

Caroline pushed him back now, pinning him against the side, the cup of tea spilling over and falling to the floor with a crash.

"Oh God-" she whispered, closing her eyes and tilting her head back, hearing Klaus growl hungrily into her neck. "No God can help you now."

In a flash, she felt herself get swung around, slammed onto the table with a gasp, frozen for a second, feeling him straddle her hips, tracing his hands up her stomach to the short hem of her vest, hooking his thumbs underneath and pushing it up over her head and onto the floor.

He cocked a brow in approval, running his hands further up her chest, sliding over the rise of her breasts, making her bite her lip a little as they ran over her sensitive nipples, holding back a moan, hating herself for how much she loved this.

The way his hands felt so strong against her.

The way he made her feel.

God. It was positively sinful the way he made her feel.

Caroline bit her lip, tasting blood as he tugged her panties off, followed by his boxers, leaning down and whispering against the side of her left breast. "I love a girl who doesn't wear a bra to bed."

She scoffed quietly, but it turned to a light moan as he kissed the side of her breast, biting at it playfully.

"Well, I don't think they-"

But she was silenced as he unexpectedly rammed into her, biting her lip harder, hearing a low moan escape, her toes curling in pleasure. He chuckled against her breast, muttering. "Who's the alpha male now? Me, or your precious Tyler?"

She was silent, but a hard thrust later made her say, nails digging into the wood of the table made her mutter, voice tinged with lust. "You. Oh god you-!"

Klaus cocked a brow, raising his head to stare into her face, smirking as he thrusted again, going. "I didn't quite hear you love?"

"You! For gods sake you!"

"That's better Love."

She bit back another moan as he started a steady rhythm, making her hands go to his back, digging her nails into the hard muscle of his back.

Caroline was thankful as another wave of passion spread through her that her mother was out all night, wouldn't be back until noon the next day.

Otherwise she might have come home to find her daughter being ravaged on the kitchen table by a hybrid…

And that her daughter felt no regret.

Caroline growled at the feeling of being dominated, pushing him away going. "I'm not some-" but he growled and had her pinned flat against the side, feeling him step behind her, hands tracing up her side while his lips touched the sensitive spot under her ear that made her groan and go.

"Stop it."

"Why?" He whispered into her ear, using a foot to poke open her legs a little more, roughly pushing back into her, snarling into her ear with a smirk twitching onto his face. "Scared you might learn to love it?"

She let out a quiet whimper as he pushed her more against the side, placing a hand on her back and pushing her down onto the surface, making her gasp audibly as he rammed into her again.

"Klaus-" she moaned as he wound a hand into her hair, holding her tight as he pounded into her, grinding at the end of each thrust, brushing Caroline's most sensitive spot, groaning against the lemony fresh kitchen surface each time.

After a few minuets, he hit a particularly sensitive part, making an unplanned and rather loud cry, biting her lip more as his hand yanked more in her hair, mixing pain with the ever-growing pleasure.

She gave up fighting, if she ever was, against his intense pace, feeling her climax get ravaged into arriving, suddenly aware of the hybrids lips at the nape of her neck, biting at it hungrily but not breaking the skin.

Caroline felt her toes curl once more in pleasure, a loud moan escaping her as she spilled over the edge, feeling the ravishing monster snarl into her neck more, suddenly slowing down at last, letting himself stop, cheek on the girls back, hearts racing.

She didn't move, or incline to move as her heart raced, hearing the hybrids almost matching it, beat for beat. He chuckled lowly into her back, standing back up with a groan as he pulled out, saying coolly.

"I'm going for a shower."

Caroline wanted to say something, but found words impossible. Instead, she pulled on her vest and panties, knowing that the man had pretty much destroyed her shorts in his impatience.

She got into bed, listening to the shower running, wondering why she didn't feel so… guilty, was it?

What was she supposed to feel?

The footsteps made her eyes flicker to the door, watching the hybrid in his knee length boxers walk in, hair towel dried, but still wet.

Her eyes followed him as he stepped forwards, chuckling. "Room for one more?"

Caroline actually felt a smile twitch onto her face, internally cursing herself-

She should have raged, gone nuts. Thrown him out…

Instead, she found herself curling up against his chest, closing her eyes as he wrapped an arm around her, biting her lip as the last hour our so flashed through her mind.

Playing with fire was bound to get you burned.

Again, on a smutty faze thanks to Twitter. SO! Klaroline this time! To continue, or not? Reviews much loved thanks x Nic