A/N: Thank you to Sophie for beta work.
January 31st, 2014
Enzo winced as the car drifted to the left of the lane again, curling his hand around the armrest in the back as though it might save him from a fatal collision. They'd been driving for a good five hours, and it was nearing one in the morning. Caroline had tried to start a few conversations, but they had all tapered off into awkward silences. She'd finally given up, simply shoving her phone at the boyfriend and telling him that he could play whatever he wanted as long as she didn't have to listen to 'that god-awful Muse cover of Feeling Good'.
He heard Klaus take in a sharp breath as the car jerked to the left and watched as he reached to set a hand on Caroline's as she gripped the steering wheel.
"You seem tired, sweetheart," Klaus said diplomatically, and Enzo barely restrained a laugh at her huff. "Why don't we pull over at the next gas station and we can switch?"
About twenty minutes later, Enzo found himself in the passenger seat, Caroline insisting that she should take the backseat so that she could lean back and use a pillow.
Klaus was silent for about half an hour, and Enzo flinched in surprise when he finally spoke at a normal volume even though Caroline was sleeping, his tone pleasant but with an undercurrent of danger. "Let me make a few things clear, mate. When we get to New Orleans, Caroline will most likely be your handler once you finish training. When you go on missions, she will stay in the car. If you somehow fail at the simple task of keeping her there, and she gets so much as a paper cut, I will kill you. I am not joking, and I do not make empty threats. Do we understand each other?"
"Isn't it her job to make sure that I don't get hurt?"
He regretted his words as soon as he saw Klaus's face darken. "Technically that's correct. However, Caroline tends to be a bit reckless. She'd settled into desk work nicely, but I have no doubt she'd be willing to take a handler role again. I will be most displeased should anything happen, and I assure you that I would express that displeasure slowly and painfully."
Enzo glanced behind him to look at Caroline, who seemed to somehow still be peacefully asleep.
"She could sleep through an alien invasion," Klaus said, an odd hint of fondness bleeding through his tone as he glanced in the rearview mirror.
"Noted," Enzo said slowly.
"Excellent. In addition, you will text me every morning and evening with an update when on missions," Klaus said, his tone businesslike. "I'd also advise that you do not inform her that this conversation took place. She does get a bit testy about these sorts of things, you see, and it'd be best if I didn't have to take out my frustrations on any of the parties involved. Are we clear?"
Enzo debated for a moment whether picking fight with someone clearly unhinged was wise, ultimately unable to resist the temptation to needle him a bit. "No, I think I need that explained again, mate. Why don't you clarify the whole drawn-out painful death bit."
Klaus immediately pulled over onto the shoulder of the freeway, and Enzo stiffened as he turned in the driver's seat to face him. "Don't tempt me to give you an example, mate."
Caroline let out a soft hum before muttering something indistinct, and Klaus glanced behind them. "You all right, sweetheart?"
She didn't answer, simply shifting in her seat, and Klaus shot Enzo a final glare before merging back onto the freeway.
Enzo stared out the window as they drove. Klaus was clearly overly possessive, and Caroline seemed like the naive sort. He wondered if she realized that her boyfriend probably tortured people for fun.
Well, it wasn't really his business, he decided. As long as she seemed happy, he wouldn't intervene. He barely knew the girl, after all.
"Sweetheart, have you seen my knife?"
"Which one?" Caroline asked, poking her head out of their walk-in closet into their bedroom to see Klaus bent over one of his suitcases. "Wouldn't it be with the rest of them?"
"The black one with the serrated blade."
She hung up the dress she was holding before walking out of the closet to their bedroom, appreciating the view of Klaus's clothes clinging to him as he bent over the suitcase. "I thought I packed them all in one box. Just let me finish unpacking our clothes and I'll try to find it."
"Thank you, sweetheart."
"Sure. Can you get started on the weapons rack? I'd rather not have everything in the suitcase."
He nodded, pulling the pieces of the metal shelf that he'd had to deconstruct out of one of the cardboard boxes.
She hung up her dresses and skirts and Klaus's suits, folding the rest of the clothes and stacking them on the shelves before zipping the suitcase back up. They were having the decorations shipped to a P.O. box and would pick them up later that week, and Caroline knew she'd most likely be unpacking them herself unless she waited for Klaus to get home from his test mission. She slid over the last suitcase she had to unpack and unzipped it, carefully sliding her workout clothes and lingerie into the small chest of drawers before pushing the suitcases into the corner and standing up, stretching.
She hummed contentedly as she felt Klaus's arms encircle her waist from behind, his stubble brushing against her cheek as he pulled her closer, his index finger hooking into one of the front belt loops of her jeans. He'd gotten more comfortable with initiating touch, especially after she told him that cuddling was not optional and he'd have to deal with it. There was an overt feeling of possessiveness when he held her, always with her whole body pressed against his, his strong arms wrapped tightly around her.
"Do you like the apartment?" he asked quietly.
She smiled. He'd picked it out, she knew. The Travelers owned what seemed like half the city, and Klaus had called ahead to whoever managed the housing after Caroline had told him they were relocating. When Caroline had arrived, she'd been surprised at the old brick apartment building they'd ended up at, and she realized as soon as they got to the top floor that Klaus had wanted to pick something especially for her.
"Yeah. I mean, I want to redecorate a bit, but I love the big windows and the walk-in closet," she said, letting her head fall back against his shoulder as he kissed her neck softly. "It's nice that we have half the floor to ourselves. You can have a studio, and I can have an actual office. I'd love to get a nice TV for the spare bedroom. We can turn it into another living room and put movies and books in the closet."
"Whatever you want, sweetheart."
She grinned, tipping her head slightly so that he could nip at the hollow of her neck. "I'm so happy we have our own place now. It'll be nice to be able to really relax."
He hummed, his thumb sneaking under the hem of her blouse to brush along the sensitive skin of her abdomen, dipping under the waistband of her jeans, and she moaned softly.
"So, you're leaving the day after tomorrow, right?"
"Most likely. If I don't immediately murder my new partner."
"Hey, no death," Caroline said, though her reprimand was a bit half hearted as he dragged his tongue along her neck just the way she liked it.
"I need to talk to you," she gasped out, knowing that it would be better to rip off the band-aid sooner rather than later.
"About?" he asked, pulling away from her neck to nuzzle her ear.
She wriggled out of his arms, and he let her, following her to the bedroom where she flopped down on the mattress. He climbed on after her, toeing off his shoes at her pointed glance before leaning back against the pillows and looking at her. "What's wrong, Caroline?"
"Nothing, at least in my opinion, but I know you'll be mad."
He frowned, and she sighed. "So, Kat sent me a text earlier to say I'm Enzo's interim handler, since the DeMartels have the base under control bureaucracy-wise," she said, grimacing and starting to ramble at the way his brows furrowed. "She said I don't have to, but I want to do it. This is not me asking for permission, because I know I want to and I already said yes to her. I just thought we should talk about it. You promised that you would back off about me being in the field after Mikael died, and I really think I'm ready, and it won't be that bad, and I promise I won't do anything super reckless."
"Caroline," he interrupted when she stopped to take a breath. "I knew that she would. I'll admit that I'm not happy about it, and I have some conditions."
"I can't promise anything."
He reached for her wrist and she got the hint, scooting closer to him, and he draped an arm around her waist, his palm pressing into her lower back possessively as he pinned her with stubborn eyes. "You will attend training with Enzo and brush up on your fighting."
"You will not endanger yourself unnecessarily on missions."
"Just to clarify, I mean that you will stay in the car where you belong as a handler unless you absolutely must leave for some reason."
She pressed her lips together. "I'll stay in the car unless I have to intervene for the safety of my agent or the completion of the mission," she said, meeting his gaze unflinchingly, and he just stared at her for a few seconds before speaking again.
"I need to know when you leave that you'll be doing your best to keep yourself safe," he said quietly. "I understand that it's dangerous, but I know that you're determined to go back out into the field. Please just give me some peace of mind."
"I'll do my best to stay safe," she said quietly, and he smiled slightly, a flash of dimples cutting into his cheeks before he wiped his face clear again. "I love you."
"I love you, sweetheart," he said, his hand moving up her spine to fiddle with the ends of her hair, and she laid a hand on his arm, his henley soft under her fingers.
"You'll be careful too, right?" she asked, looking up at him through her eyelashes.
"I don't need to be careful. I never get injured," he said easily, and she glared at him.
"So maybe you didn't get the memo here, but I'm just as scared for you as you are for me. I'm terrified that you'll leave and then I'll never see you again."
He looked uncomfortable, the seriousness in her voice combined with their closeness making him shift slightly, but he nodded, meeting her eyes. "I have no intention of leaving you, Caroline," he said before bending to brush his lips lightly against hers.
February 1st, 2014
Klaus leaned against the wall next to the bookshelf, trying to get a sense of Pearl Zhu as she and Freya chatted about some new television show.
He and Pearl had never met, but she ran the base in New Orleans and had been a close friend of the Petrovas for a long time. She was intelligent and stern, and for the moment he sensed that it would be easier to get the leeway he wanted if he let her think that she was in control.
They were set to meet Malachai Parker, who was to be his new partner since Stefan had been moved to Italy. Klaus still wasn't pleased about that relocation, and he was waiting for an opportunity to sneak away from Caroline's watchful eye to call Rebekah and demand that she come back home where she belonged.
There was a slow knock on the door before Pearl called for the guest to enter, and a young man stepped through, an easy smile on his face that made Klaus's skin crawl with a rush of instinctive dislike.
"Please, sit," Pearl said, her tone businesslike as she gestured to the hard chair in front of her desk.
"Thank you for approving the transfer for me and my siblings," the man said, giving her a smile that was all teeth.
Pearl smiled slightly. "We can use your skills here. Now please, let me introduce you," she said. "This is Klaus Mikaelson, he'll be your new partner, and his cousin Freya will be your handler."
"Nice to meet you. I've heard good things," the man said to Klaus, and he raised an eyebrow.
"Yes. My trainer told me when I finished that my scores were the second-highest since the '90s. I nearly beat you in firearms, I was only two points behind, but the rest were between seven and ten."
Klaus's eye twitched. "Is that so? I'm not quite sure who you are, I'm afraid. Perhaps I was told and just didn't think your scores were significant enough to merit any thought. May I ask your name?"
The other man grinned again, clearly unintimidated by Klaus's blatant insult, his handsome face almost demonic. "Malachai Parker, though I prefer 'Kai', obviously. Malachai is a bit of a mouthful, but I guess you'd know that, Niklaus."
Klaus gave him a tight smile. "Just Klaus."
"All right. Well, 'just Klaus', I look forward to working with you."
Klaus's fingers twitched as he fought the instinct to strangle the other man and throw him out a window. Pearl talked a bit about the sorts of missions they'd be doing and that she would send them on a test mission to make sure they could work together well, and once they were done, Kai excused himself, saying he had to check on his sister.
Klaus waited until Kai closed the door to take a deep calming breath. Freya leaned back in her chair, stuffing her hands in her jacket pockets. "Well, he seemed nice!" she said cheerfully, and Klaus resisted the urge to throw a book at her head.
He'd have to wait until the man did something irritating enough that he could justify the kill to Caroline, since he knew that she'd find out somehow. She'd gotten better about him killing as long as she didn't have to hear about it, but murdering his partner seemed like something she wouldn't be happy with. Perhaps he'd just 'accidentally' let Kai die on a mission? No. Caroline was smart enough to know that it would have been purposeful, no matter how much he tried to hide it.
He'd have to think on it.
He stood up and walked to the office door, not commenting when Freya followed, falling into step beside him.
"So, I heard you have a girlfriend who isn't a corpse," Freya said brightly. He remained silent, but she wasn't deterred. "Bekah told me that she's nice."
He hummed in agreement, walking faster, but Freya unfortunately had no trouble keeping up. He was walking home, and he had no doubt that her plan was to meet Caroline by following him. He stopped abruptly, turning to face her. "Caroline wants to meet you. I'm sure I'll be forced to introduce you eventually. That day is not today. Leave."
Caroline groaned at the persistent knocking on the apartment door, which had been growing progressively louder and more irritating for the last few minutes. She'd set up a small office near the front door, and she was rather thankful that Klaus's studio was far enough away that he couldn't hear the knocking.
She'd told him earlier that if one more neighbor decided to come around with a casserole she might let him kill them, and he'd seemed to take it a bit more literally than she'd meant it.
She sighed, accepting that whoever had been knocking for the last two minutes would not take a hint and she'd have to answer it to prevent bloodshed. She closed her laptop and left it on the couch to go answer the door.
It was a girl who was probably just about Caroline's age with curly blonde hair, too much eyeliner, and no 'welcome to the neighborhood' perishable food items. She looked Caroline up and down rather disdainfully, curling her lip.
"Can I help you?" Caroline asked, trying to keep her fake smile looking as genuine as possible.
"My name's Liv. I'm looking for Klaus."
Caroline raised an eyebrow. "Liv Parker?"
"Yeah. I need my scarf back."
Caroline frowned. "Excuse me?"
"Look, I just need to know if he lives here."
"He does," Caroline said stiffly.
Why did Klaus have this girl's scarf?
"Okay. Um, can I come in?"
Suddenly feeling rather rude, Caroline stood aside. "Sure. Do you want to sit?" she asked, gesturing to the couch.
Liv plopped down on the couch, putting her feet on their coffee table and crossing them at the ankle. Caroline fought down the urge to physically push them off the recently cleaned wood.
"Sorry, what's your name?" Liv asked.
Liv frowned for a moment before realization dawned on her face. "Oh, you're Klaus's handler."
"I was," Caroline said slowly, trying to figure out where she'd gotten all of this information, suddenly feeling rather exposed.
A shadow of a frown crossed the other girl's face. "I was working in San Jose last year, and he called me at the crack of dawn to ask if I had–"
"A cashmere scarf," Caroline finished, suddenly realizing what was going on. "Liv as in Olivia?"
"No, Liv as in Penelope," the other blonde said sarcastically.
Caroline's eye twitched, but she kept a smile pasted on. "I have it in my closet somewhere, I think. Let me grab it."
Caroline went to her closet. When Klaus had helped her pack, he'd put it in a ziploc bag so that she'd be able to move it around without worrying that the fibers would get on her clothes. Liv gave her a raised eyebrow when she came back with it and unzipped the bag, putting the scarf on the couch and holding out the bag for Caroline to take.
"You can just put that on the coffee table," Caroline said, standing with her hands clasped in front of her. "Thanks for coming by."
Liv just leaned back on the couch, not taking Caroline's blatant hint. "So, do you like, live here?"
"Yes," Caroline said, her tone clipped.
"Are you dating his roommate?"
"No," Caroline said, bristling, glancing in the direction of the next room as she heard Klaus's footsteps approaching.
"Then why do you live here?"
"Because she's my girlfriend," Klaus said irritably, walking into the room. "Hello, Olivia. I would say that it's lovely to see you, but we both know I'd be lying, especially since you seem intent on harassing Caroline."
"I'm not harassing her."
"Well, as she doesn't normally look at people like they're no better than a cockroach, I'd assume that you are."
"It's fine, Klaus," Caroline cut in tiredly. "I need to finish up a report and run it over to Alaric before he starts training Enzo. It was nice to meet you, Liv. I'm sure you can see yourself out."
Catching a glimpse of Klaus's amused smile, and she walked away to her office without waiting for Liv to get out, sinking down on the couch and pulling her laptop back.
It wasn't long before Klaus sat next to her on the couch, placing an arm around her shoulders.
"Sorry about that, love."
She pushed her laptop off to the side and laid her head on his shoulder. "So, you two knew each other?"
"Jealous?" he asked, his lips twitching.
"Actually, no. She doesn't seem like your type."
"And what's my type?"
"Me," Caroline said, shifting to smile at him. "I was just curious."
"I was paired with her for a mission while they were still trying to find an appropriate partner for me. She's quite good actually. Clean kills. If she hadn't been so irritating I might have kept her."
Caroline raised an eyebrow at him. "Kept her?"
"As I said, she was good."
Caroline wrinkled her nose. "Out of curiosity, did you two...?" she waved her hand in what she knew was a vague gesture, and Klaus's lips quirked slightly.
She bit her lip, feeling absolutely ridiculous. She knew Klaus loved her, and it wasn't that she needed reassurance, because she knew that, but more the idea of someone that unpleasant putting their hands on what was hers...
"Did we...?" he prompted, looking vaguely amused.
"Did you have sex?"
He seemed to debate what to say for a moment, which she knew meant 'yes', and he looked uncomfortable for a few seconds before he spoke. "Nothing ever meant anything to me before you, Caroline."
"I know," she said, laying her head on his shoulder. "I just don't like the idea of her filthy paws all over you."
"I remember saying something similar recently about your previous lovers."
"Yeah, but you're weirdly possessive. Which, friendly reminder: only sexy in small doses."
"Can you blame me for wanting to keep you all to myself?" he asked, his voice dropping to a low, silky drawl, and she shifted, feeling the beginnings of arousal stir between her thighs. "I don't like others touching what's mine."
"Klaus, I wasn't lying about this report."
"I know you weren't. I'd just like to remind you of who you belong to before you get lost in your work," he said, reaching to cup her cheek and pressing a soft kiss to her lips, but she fought off her temptation to melt into him, gently pushing him away.
"And I want to remind you who you belong to, but I really have to do this," she said grumpily, pulling her laptop back on her lap and opening Enzo's file to copy over the relevant information so that Alaric could read it before the next day. "I do have some good news though! I told Alaric that there was no way I was getting up before nine, so I'm babysitting Summer for the weekend while you're gone in exchange for starting at noon."
He hummed, and she huffed when he rested his chin on her shoulder, nuzzling her jaw in a clear attempt to tempt her away from her work. "Stop looking at what I'm doing over my shoulder."
"But you're making it so easy," he said his lips traveling over her ear.
She shivered. "Klaus…I have work to do."
"Are you sure you don't have time for a break?"
She turned to glare at him, knowing that she was dangerously close to giving in, that Klaus was most likely prepared to fight dirty if necessary (and in the most delicious possible way). "I'm sure. Go paint."
He huffed, but disentangled himself, planting a soft open-mouthed kiss on her neck and flicking his tongue over her soft skin, making her moan, before he got up and wandered out to his studio.
She took a steadying breath, knowing that it would be better to finish up her work now. Sighing, she resolved to finish as quickly as possible, cursing her own sense of responsibility.
"That took forever," Tyler grumbled, and Jeremy snorted, sinking down on the couch next to him.
"Well, it's six months. That's a long time."
"Hey, don't be grumpy."
"I'm not grumpy," Tyler said, and Jeremy snorted.
"Look, I just...ever since Mason..." he trailed off uncomfortably, and Jeremy sighed.
Since Mason had betrayed them, Tyler had been withdrawn and irritable. The rest of the base had been wary of him for a week or two until Jeremy had snapped at Rebekah that Tyler hadn't known and could she please stop treating him like a leper. He knew that it had been hard to adjust to, especially since Tyler didn't have any other family, and though Jeremy usually kept his opinion to himself, he'd texted Katerina that he didn't think that he should be taken away on a six month mission so soon after what had happened.
Katerina's returning text had been blunt and simple. Deal with it.
"I'm sure it'll be fine. If Kol can sneak off a call or two to Bonnie I should be able to get one with you every now and then too."
"I can't believe this mission is no-contact. It's bullshit."
"Yeah, I know."
"It's long for your first time with a new agent, too," Tyler said, and Jeremy could hear the resentment in his voice.
"Well, at least Kat's trying to distract you. Aren't you heading on a month long a day or two after I leave?"
"Yeah," Tyler said, stretching, and Jeremy slid an arm around his shoulders, leaning against him. "Luke seems okay."
Jeremy nodded. "I'm glad. To be honest, I think I'm going to have a bit of trouble trusting anyone else to make sure you don't run off and get yourself killed."
Tyler shot him a faux-hurt look. "You really think I'm that reckless?"
Jeremy laughed. "Yes, I really do," he said before sighing and leaning farther against Tyler's shoulder. "Where are you going, anyway?"
"Baltimore. Just security. Really low-key. Apparently Luke has some time off after that to go back to San Jose and visit his boyfriend."
"I thought they were from Portland."
"Kai and Jo are. Liv and Luke were in San Jose for the last few years. Apparently they wanted to be on the same base again, so Kat approved them to come here."
Jeremy nodded, his eyes drooping. He yawned. "I'm sorry. I've been working on arranging flights and stuff all day. I'm not trying to fall asleep on you."
"Kol's with Bonnie, so I think I'm stuck here for the night anyway," Tyler said easily. "If that's okay, anyway."
Jeremy cracked an eye open at the clear insecurity in Tyler's voice. "You don't have to ask, Ty."
Tyler hummed, dodging what he clearly sensed to be an oncoming emotional conversation, and Jeremy rolled his eyes before closing them again, settling against Tyler's shoulder.
Jeremy felt Tyler take a deep breath, his hand draped on Jeremy's thigh. "I love you, Jer."
"Love you too."
February 2nd, 2014
It was way too early in the morning to deal with this, Bonnie decided. She ran a hand through her hair before bending over the closest cardboard box and rifling through it. Kol, Liv, and Jeremy were leaving that night, and they were packing everything into the moving van so it would be at the apartment the next day when they arrived. Kol had insisted that he was all packed and had everything he needed, but Bonnie couldn't help but want to stall them leaving for as long as possible. Putting the boxes in the truck would make it real. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath.
Six months. It was only six months.
She could handle six months.
The voice she'd been trying to ignore for the last half hour cut through her positive thinking like a jagged knife. "I can't wait to be in New York and out of this hellhole."
"You literally just got here yesterday," Bonnie said, glancing at Liv, who was carrying a box labeled 'FRAGILE DO NOT SHAKE' to the van.
"Long enough for me to know it's a hellhole," she drawled, setting the box down and immediately stacking another box on top of it before pushing it to the back. Bonnie gritted her teeth, roughly tugging the role of tape to seal the box she had just double-checked.
"You should probably be more careful with that."
"It's just guns. It's not like they're loaded."
"Actually, that's the healing serum, which is pre-dosed in syringes."
"I doubt we'll need it."
Bonnie stood up, clutching the tape roll in her hand and marching over to Liv, poking the other girl in the chest. "Okay, listen. You are about to go on a six month mission with my boyfriend, and I'm not going to be able to check on him. In case you haven't noticed, I'm kind of worried, and you not bothering to be careful with the one guaranteed way of saving him if he gets injured is not giving me confidence."
"He'll be fine. This is his job."
"Yeah, well, people die doing this all the time. So if you could take the bitch down just a little, that would be-"
"Hello darling," Kol said from behind her, and Bonnie turned to see Kol, who bent to peck her on the lips, wrapping his arm around her waist. "Sorry to interrupt, but your brother was asking after you," he said to Liv, gesturing towards Kai, who was chatting with Jeremy.
"Ugh, of course he is," Liv muttered. "Probably wants to rub it in that he's working with Klaus."
Kol looked slightly offended, but before he could say anything Liv walked off to Kai.
"I don't like her," Bonnie muttered.
"To be honest, I don't either. Her brothers are all right, though. Kai's lots of fun to have around, if a bit unbalanced. Then again, who isn't unbalanced among this lot. Have you met the other sister yet?"
"Jo? Yeah, she works in the lab with me now."
"Do you like her?"
Bonnie shrugged. "Yeah."
He bent down to kiss her quickly before squeezing her hips lightly. "Well, everything's set for us to leave tonight. Would you like to come over for the afternoon? We can watch a movie?"
"Oh, is that what we're calling it now?" Bonnie asked, half laughing but allowing him to lead her away.
"You can call it whatever you want. I've finally trained my way out of saying 'film' just for you, darling, but if you'd rather I went back to calling it the correct word..."
"Wait, you actually meant watch a movie?"
"What else would I mean?" he asked, giving her a quick wink, making her laugh at his teasing.
They walked in a comfortable silence back to the apartment he was now sharing with Tyler. He helped her with her coat and hung it up with his in the front closet before kicking off his shoes, and she giggled as he picked her up, peppering kisses on her cheeks as he carried her up the stairs. He pushed her up against wall as soon as he closed the bedroom door behind him, pressing himself against her, his mouth eagerly fusing to hers.
She moaned as he squeezed her ass lightly through her jeans, and her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging slightly, making him groan into her mouth. She rubbed herself against the bulge in his jeans, both of them moaning softly at the contact. Breathing a bit heavily, she pulled back slightly and rested her forehead against his.
He turned around, easily carrying her to the bed and dropping her, tugging his shirt off and throwing it to the side as she did the same with her own before putting his hands on either side of her, looming over her and reaching down to unbutton her jeans, pulling them down her hips and legs and letting them fall in a pile on the floor before doing the same with her panties. Kneeling between her legs, he pulled on the backs of her shins to make her scoot to the edge of the bed and placed kisses on her inner thighs, scraping his teeth along the skin slightly, making her head tip back as she moaned.
"I'm going to miss this," he mumbled against her skin as he brushed his lips closer to her core. "I'm going to miss the sounds you make for me, and the way you taste."
She panted his name as he gave her pussy a light lick, his tongue tracing her entrance, moaning at the taste of her on his tongue. She wound her fingers into the sheets of his bed, trying to keep herself from grinding her pussy against his lips as he eagerly lapped at her folds. He pushed two fingers into her and she felt herself contract around them, as he fingerfucked her while his tongue circled her clit.
"Kol, that feels really good," she encouraged, one of her hands moving to run through his hair. "Just like that, please."
His tongue sped up a little bit and she moaned loudly, her legs spreading slightly wider trying to give him better access to fuck her with his tongue. "I'm close, Kol," she panted, swearing as he hooked his fingers in her while giving her clit a light suck, and she came undone, shouting his name as she came.
He brushed his lips along her inner thighs, murmuring how beautiful she was when she came before pulling off the rest of his clothing and climbing on top her, his erection pressing insistently against her thigh. She cupped his face in her hands and placed light kisses and licks along his face, tasting herself on his lips and cheeks before returning her lips to his, tugging his lip between her teeth. He stroked her flat stomach and hips with his palms before rolling over, pulling her on top of him. "I want you to ride me, Bonnie."
She grinned slightly, pushing herself up on her knees and stroking him a few times before positioning him at her opening, sinking down onto him with a breathy moan. She rolled her hips against him before she started moving, and she watched him watch her, his pupils dilated with lust as she moved on top of him.
"Take your bra off, darling. I want to see all of you."
She moaned as he bucked into her while she reached around to unclasp her bra, shrugging it off and rocking against him more quickly, her breasts bouncing slightly. He reached up to run his thumbs over her nipples, cupping her breasts in his hands and squeezing them. "Do you like that," he asked, smiling wickedly at her as her eyelids fluttered shut and she moaned loudly. "Yes," she gasped out.
He smirked before grabbing her hips, lifting her off him so that he could scoot back against the headboard. She sank back onto him and he attached his lips to one of her nipples, sucking and nibbling lightly before moving to the other, one hand resting on her ass and the other running through her bobbed hair.
"You are so beautiful."
She gave him a wide, bright smile, her eyes connected with his, and ran her fingernails down his chest. He groaned her name and bucked even harder against her, and she rolled her hips faster, rapidly approaching her second climax.
"Touch yourself," he demanded, steading his hands on her thighs.
She obligingly began to rub her clit as she bounced on his cock, her other hand playing with her nipples. She moaned his name, knowing that watching her pleasure herself was one of his turn-ons, and bit her lip, letting her eyelids flutter.
"Yes, Bonnie, just like that. Come around me, darling."
It only took a few more seconds for her to reach her second peak, and she writhed on top of him, furiously rubbing herself and panting out his name. He came just as she was coming down from her high, and she collapsed on top of him.
"I'm going to miss you so much," she mumbled against his neck, inhaling the scent of him.
"I'll miss you too, but I'll be back before you know it. If I know you at all you'll distract yourself with your work. Just remember to eat three meals a day, all right?"
She laughed. "You know me too well."
"I learn new things about you every day, darling, and every single discovery makes me fall further in love with you."
She bit his neck lightly, making him shiver as she smiled against his skin. "Sap," she accused quietly.
"Only for you, Bonnie."
A/N: Thank you so much for reading! Please let me know what you thought :D Enjoying the Enzo/Caroline friendship? Like the klaroline fluffish scenes? Anything you're looking forward to?
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