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TITLE: Just A Taste
AUTHOR: MidKnight
ACT: 1 of 3
FANDOM: The Vampire Diaries
SHIP: Klaus / Caroline
RATING: NC-17
CATEGORY: Erotica
SPOILERS: A couple, Season Three & Four
SYNOPSIS: WARNING: HERE BE SPOILERS – SEASON 3 & 4. Klaus has wanted a taste of Caroline for too long and finally just takes one.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own The Vampire Diaries. None of these characters belong to me. They belong to the people who created them and whoever else does. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.
AUTHORS NOTE: This is my first Vampire Diaries Fic; I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies.
FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. Take a minute, review and tell me what you think. It really will be much appreciated. – midknight_tales@yahoo.com
ACT ONE
He sat at the bar of The Grill and sipped at the best whiskey they had. It didn't hold a candle to the best he'd sampled in his life, but it was passable as the amber liquid slid down his throat. The restaurant was quite full, even though the bar was not. He turned slightly in his seat so that he could surreptitiously watch the Caroline and her friends as they settled at a table. She had told him on more than one occasion that he was obsessed with her and he was starting to think that she might be right.
The blonde vampire fascinated him and he couldn't quite pinpoint why. She was duplicitous, manipulative and more or less hated him, which didn't really make her any different from all the other women, that weren't food, in his life. But, there was this spark of life, a glowing radiance of vitality about her that attracted him. She wasn't hard on the eyes either. She was tall, with shapely legs, a narrow waist and flared hips of a classic hourglass figure. Her breasts were high and full and she wasn't afraid to show the magnificence of her cleavage. Her face was the elven, oval of a Botticelli angel framed by luxurious, flowing blonde tresses with expressive blue eyes, a finely chiseled nose and full, kissable lips. "That fool Tyler Lockwood has no idea what he has." He thought with a rueful shake of his head.
Klaus drained his glass and ordered another. He could have any woman he wanted, take them as easily as breathing, and he wanted Caroline, but still he danced around her, trying to win her over. And, of course, she frustrated him at every turn. It did not help that he had shown her the darkest of himself in his quest for a hybrid family. He also knew the allure of the hunt appealed to him; it was, after all, intrinsic to the wolf part of his hybrid nature. But, for all his plans and careful scheming, his future seemed to grow more and more uncertain. What he really wanted from Caroline Forbes was definitely a long term pursuit, but these days, with vengeful mothers and siblings, hunters, Elena a vampire, cures and indestructible White Ash stakes, who knew how much time he had? The thought saddened, amused and angered him all at the same time. He wanted all of her, he wanted to do all the things he'd told her, show her the world, show her who she could be, but... But, of course that didn't mean he wouldn't like to have a taste here and now, to know what it would be like to have her in the most literal, physical sense. He had been denied so many of his goals of late, he felt due. He ran his tongue over his fangs as they extended slightly and his dick stirred in his pants at the idea.
It had to be at that moment that Caroline decided to leave her friends and go to powder her nose. Separated from her herd, so to speak, the temptation was just far too great. "Rebecca always said that I was never one for impulse control." He muttered to himself before speeding invisibly after his blonde quarry. He caught her in the narrow deserted corridor that led to the ladies’ room and with deliberate force whipped her around, wrapped his hand around her throat and pressed her up against the wall, all in the blink of an eye. She squeaked in surprise and struggled instinctively until she realized who it was that was assaulting her.
Her realization caused her surprise and fear to be replaced by a flare of haughty, exasperated anger. "What the hell, Klaus!?" She queried sharply, flashing daggers from her eyes as she resumed her futile struggles.
"Hello, Caroline." He greeted her casually and pressed his body against hers to enjoy the feel of her lithe, writhing body. He didn't know if she realized her struggles were useless or whether she felt his excitement and figured out that he was enjoying it, but the result was the same as she stilled. He was a little gratified to see at least some fear in her eyes as she realized he had her trapped and there was nothing she could do about it.
"What... What do you want?" She asked in a slightly more respectful tone, her eyes searching his.
Klaus inhaled deeply to fill his nostrils with her delicious scent, vanilla, strawberries and the sweet undertone of death only vampires had.
"You." He growled with intensity and saw her eyes widen as she sucked in a sharp breath. Her throat shifted under his hand as she swallowed hard before the tip of her tongue made a nervous circuit of her lips. "Maybe it is how much of her humanity and relative innocence she seems to have retained that so enchants me." He theorized before he captured her gaze and focused his will on her. He was a little impressed that she managed to resist for a moment before her pupils shrank to pinpricks and he captured her mind. "Make what excuses you feel necessary to get away from your friends and meet me at my house in one hour. Make sure no one will be looking for you for the rest of the evening, but tell no one of this or where you are really going. And, Caroline, you will be silent and do as you're told when you get to my house. Do you understand?" He commanded and exerted his will over hers to compel her, her pupils pulsing in response.
She impressively managed to resist again, but he persisted until his compulsion took and she nodded slowly in mute understanding and agreement. He didn't know which he preferred more, the fire of her anger or the calm femininity of her compliance. "One hour. Do not be late. Do not keep me waiting." He reiterated and with her so close and still, he could not resist and pressed his lips to hers. She stiffened and then he smiled against her lips as without being compelled and a soft sound from her throat, she slowly relaxed and started to reflexively return his kiss. He checked his growing desire and nipped lightly at her lower lip as he withdrew. "Now, go ahead and do what you need to, My Dear." He told as he released her both physically and mentally. She blinked, but he made sure she saw him flash her a quirked, sultry smile before he left in a blur of speed.
He wondered what was going through Caroline's mind as he lounged on the sofa in front of the fireplace in his spacious living room with another whiskey. An hour, to the second after he had compelled her there was a knock on his door and with a pleased smile he drained his drink before telling the knocker to enter. He patted the sofa next to him and told her to sit as Caroline hesitantly entered the room and came around it. She sat down on the end of the sofa as far away from him as possible and he chuckled, patting the space right next to him again. She made a frustrated noise and slid over to sit next to him. She jumped when he lightly placed his hand on her denim-clad knee.
"You can talk." He gave her permission as he felt her nearly vibrating with the need to do so.
"Why are you doing this?" She asked in a strained, but petulant whine and he would have bet good money she would have stamped her foot if he had allowed her to move. She really was still very young.
"Why indeed?" He mused as he gently stroked her cheek with the back of his hand and brushed her silky blonde hair away from it and the creamy column of her neck.
"You want to drink me?" She wondered incredulously and he let a deep, rumbling laugh roll up out of his throat.
"If that is all I wanted, Sweet Caroline, I would simply have taken my fill at The Grill. Besides, that would kill you unless I fed you my blood afterwards. Still half werewolf here after all." He informed her matter-of-factly although the idea of sharing blood had its allure.
"Then, what do you want?" She queried in frustrated exasperation.
"I told you, it's you I want." He answered her calmly.
"Well, you can't have me." She responded snippily, which made him chuckle as her eyes widened when he lightly caressed her breast through her blouse and she was unable to stop him or move away from him.
"Now, you know that is not, strictly speaking, true. It may take decades, maybe even centuries before you understand what I have to offer and I have a shot at your heart, but I can have a taste of what it would be like to have this delectable body of yours." He informed her as he slowly ran the back of his finger down the smooth skin of her chest and into the exposed portion of her cleavage to find and undo the top button of her blouse. He smiled as a flush crept onto her skin and a tremor slid through her as he unhurriedly moved to the next button while he started to caress her thigh through the denim of her jeans.
"Please... Please stop. Please don't do this." She pleaded with a little whimper and he complied, at least with the former, but not before he pushed aside the blouse to reveal the shadowed valley of her magnificent cleavage and show some of the pale pink, lace brassier she was wearing.
"Do you find me attractive, Caroline? And, no lying now." He asked her quietly with a questioning tilt to his head. He watched with amusement as she tried to keep her answer behind pursed lips while her chest heaved prettily.
"You're handsome and charming in a psycho-mass-murdering, dictator kinda way." She admitted in a rush while glaring at him.
"Have you thought about me?... Sexually?" He continued his quiet interrogation and watched as she bit her lip and her hands balled into fists, her nails biting into her palms as she tried not to answer.
"Yes." She barely whispered her answer.
"I have lived a very long time and have learned many, many things, Caroline. Have you wondered what I could do to, for you with all that knowledge and experience?" He continued knowing that if she hadn't, she was now. "What my hands and mouth would feel like on your body? What I would feel like inside you over and over again?" He questioned her with quiet, heated ferocity, leaning closer so that the last of his words were against the shell of her ear.
"Yes... Yes, and yes." She replied in hushed defeat.
"I have thought about you too." He made an admission of his own and lightly nipped her earlobe.
“Why don't we satisfy our curiosity?" He proposed in a perfectly reasonable tone.
"I can't... I... I love Tyler." She protested and he couldn't help the laughter that rumbled from his throat at the naiveté of her answer. "What does one have to do with the other, pray tell?" He enquired, beetling his brow and frowning over-dramatically as if it was the most perplexing quandary. She glared at his mockery.
"You wouldn't understand. Your withered old heart can't even comprehend what real love is." She responded with scorn, some fire returning to her tone.
"Aaaah, the arrogance of youth." He commented with a derisive snort. "I could keep compelling you and you'd be my willing slattern for as long as I liked. I could parade you in front of Tyler, naked and freshly fucked. I could make you do every little thing my psycho-mass-murdering, wicked, perverted heart desired and you would smile, and I would make sure you remembered each and every degrading moment of it." He told her, gripping her chin and turning her face so that she was looking into his eyes, his expression and tone cold and cruel so that there would be no mistaking the truth of his words or that she might guess he was sort of bluffing.
He could be every bit the monster he claimed to be, but parading a compelled Caroline around as his sex toy, although enjoyable, would even further complicate the volatile situation in Mystic Falls and he was really keeping simply killing everyone and walking away as a plan of last resort. "Or..." He drew out the word as he presented her with a choice and let his featured relax in a look of casual innocence and seductive invitation he had mastered centuries ago. She had been all but vibrating with the need to get away from him, but suddenly went still as a statue, the way only a vampire could. He let the moment draw out, waiting patiently even though his cock was well above half-mast and throbbed in his trousers as his anticipation grew.
"Or?" She finally enquired curiously and with a tiny spark of hope in her cool, blue eyes.
"Or... Or, you give yourself to me willingly. Share my bed until... Until dawn... And... And if you want me to, I will make you forget everything we have done. It would be as if it never happen, for you that is, but only if you ask. I get what I want, which is never a bad thing; you get to satisfy your... Curiosities, for want of a better term and, I won't have to rip Tyler's heart out when he tries to kill me when I call him over and show him how to properly satisfy his girlfriend. Win-win all the way round." He summarized letting a satisfied smile twitch at the edges of his lips.
"I don't have curiosities." She muttered petulantly under her breath. "Or... You could just let me go." She added an option of her own in a soft, wheedling and desperate tone.
"Now where would the fun be in that?" He commented with a shake of his head as he watched the tip of her tongue make another slow circuit of her lips, which he was coming to realize was an unconscious, nervous and a completely adorable quirk she had. "You can move, but you cannot leave my house until I give you permission." He relented slightly; enhancing his offer by showing her he could reasonable. But, she didn't move, remaining statue still even though he had released her.
"Klaus, please don't make me do this." She pleaded softly, her shoulders sagging while she clasped her hands in her lap.
"Then give yourself to me willingly." He reasserted.
"No. Don't... Don't make me make this choice... I… Tyler… Please don’t… Is this really the way you want me? You... You're better than this." She clarified her meaning, the edge of panic coloring her tone.
Klaus nodded slowly. "You’re right…At least, about his not being exactly what I want, but I have not survived for as long as I have with out being able to adapt. Maybe, if things were different. If times were... Were more certain. If unicorns still existed... Maybe then, but they are not and they do not anymore." He responded with a heavy exhalation even as he actually considered her request, her distress made him feel uncomfortable, but the reasons for his actions had not changed and the moment passed.
"Unicorns were real?" She wondered with a little awed tinge to her tone, obviously unable to stop the thought or from verbalizing it and he had to force himself not to smile as her burst of youthful innocence lightened his mood for a moment. He took a deep breath and schooled his expression back to unaffected coolness.
"Caroline, time to choose." He demanded tersely, but made sure he wasn't putting anything more than implacable conviction in his voice.
"Afterwards, you'll make me forget?" She asked for confirmation, uncertainty and skepticism still tainting the tone of her voice.
"Yes, but only if you ask me to." He confirmed and reminded her with a nod of reinforcement.
"When." She retorted confidently.
"Time will tell." He commented with the same confidence.
"And, Tyler never ever, ever, ever finds out." She made a stipulation of her own in a firm, even threatening tone.
"Not from me." He agreed readily as he could sense which way she was leaning.
"So, we have an agreement?" He pressed and she nodded slowly, not quite meeting his eye. "I need you to say the words, Caroline." He told her and with a finger under her chin gently turned her face back to his. Her lower lip remained pinned behind her teeth for a moment and her eyes skittered about trying to avoid his as her indecision continued to plague her. He almost thought she had changed her mind as the silence stretched out and then…
"Okay... Okay, I'll give myself to you willingly until the sun rises. But you’ll only have my body, Klaus and when it’s all said and done it won’t mean a thing to me and I’ll ask you to make me forget it all." She verbally agreed and stated with conviction, her shoulders lifting and her spine stiffening. He wasn't overjoyed by the resigned sigh that followed, but he knew he would be making her utter other, more desirable sounds in the near foreseeable future.
"Until the sun rises." He whispered and then cupping her cheek and pulled her into a slow and gentle kiss. The blonde remained tense for a few moments, but then with a little whimper from deep in her throat she melted and tilted her head before opened her mouth to return his kiss as he deepened it. They rocked back and forth until he gave her the illusion of the upper hand and leaned back on the sofa pulling her on top of him as he let his hands slide down her back to cup the rounded curves of her denim-clad behind. He liked the little sounds she made as they kissed.
Her lips and lushly feminine body felt good against him and he made no attempt to hide his response to it as their kiss heated up. He ground up against her and she instinctively undulated against him with a soft moan. Her breasts were warm, shifting pillows against his chest and he could feel hints of the hard, little coals that were her nipples at their centers. He could feel her body coming alive with arousal, the scent of it wafting off her on waves of heat. She suddenly broke the kiss, her hand pushing at his shoulders and stared at him with kiss-swollen lips and wide, shocked eyes. "Just go with it." He encouraged her, leaving one hand to massage her ass while he wound the fingers of the other into her silky tresses to cup her head and pull her lips back to his.
Caroline's eyes slowly fluttered closed with a breathy moan that vibrated her lips against his as his tongue explored her mouth and tangoed with hers while she clutched at his shoulders. He made out with her until the scent of her arousal was a thick steamy miasma around them, her skin blazed with the heat of passion and they were all but dry humping on the sofa, assuring him that she was properly into the spirit of things. He broke the kiss and had to tighten his grip on her hair to stop her lips from following his as she made a growly, feral disgruntled noise in her throat. Klaus licked his lower lip, smiling up at her with lazy satisfaction as her clear, blue eyes opened to look into his.
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