This is update is thanks to my wonderful Soul Sister @ashleigh-jewitt-xx Thank you for always being there for me and helping me to get past this year long writers block and my genuinely pulling away from everything and anything. I don’t know where I would be without you!
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Klaus fell against the closed door of his bedroom with a soft groan as he ran a hand over his face. He just couldn’t get the events of the evening spent with Caroline out of his head. Events that left his hybrid heart pounding a glorious rhythm inside his heaving chest.
He knew she had only spent time with him at the town’s only passable pub as a minor distraction for whatever cockamamie scheme her little group had been devising next. Oh, but tonight, tonight there were moments, real genuine moments when things went…quite differently than normally expected.
Typically, there were a few traded barbs, him trying his best to charm her and her seemingly pretending to fight him off before one of them would stalk off. Her to congratulate herself on yet another distract Klaus mission that didn’t end with her giving in to her darkest desire and him to lick his wounds while deciding whether he would dramatically burn then save any of the numerous drawings he had done of her beautiful face.
But tonight…? She enjoyed herself. He could tell. Her laughter had been genuine, not the fabricated sort that she used while trying too hard to keep his attention when the likes of Damon or the Bennett witch came near. Tonight, he finally gained that elusive Caroline-smile he had been aiming to obtain for months.
And even more to his utmost pleasure.
By their third drink, some new age song had begun to play and even he could feel its rhythm as she began to unconsciously sway to its beat.
His first true unguarded smile that he had ever gained from her had come when he had asked her to dance. Oh, she had tried valiantly to fight the desire to accept, but the pull from the song and the drinks coursing through her had won out in the end.
Her bell-like laughter still rang in his ears from when he gave her that first spinning dip. His hands still tingled from the way her skin felt through her strappy open-back top. His body still hummed and burned in all the places her lascivious form brushed and teased and rubbed against him. It had taken nearly every ounce of his vastly sculpted self-control to keep from getting harder than half-mast right there in the center of the dancefloor. Even more so once he caught the scent of her own struggle with her desire.
It was downright sinful that they ended the night apart.
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