Not Lost | Klaroline Fanfic

"Can't Tell."

Elena smiled as she skipped into Stefan's room. It was a special day for her. She was going to have a party, get drunk, and forget about how important she is to Klaus.

She saw him sat comfortably on the chair, tapping his chin with a pen, his journal open in front of him on the table.

A smile made its way towards her face and she smiled when she walked towards him.

"What are you doing?"

He took some time to answer her but he replied nontheless.

"Writing,"

Okay?

Not even a look was thrown towards her when he traced his pen down the white page, scribbling away.

She rolled her eyes and sat next to him, looking at his face and wondering what he must be thinking.

"How's Caroline?" He mumured, still not looking at her.

"Care?" He nodded.

"She's fine, but I think she's hiding something, - a someone."

He finally looked towards her and scrunched his eyebrows in confusion.

"What do you mean?"

She licked her lips, and slightly smiled when she saw his lingering look.

"I saw her talking to someone in her house yesterday."

His eyes dulled, clearly telling her that her suspicions were in no mood to be true.

"Well, didn't Bonnie say she was hanging out with Matt yesterday?"

Elena nodded. "Yeah I know, but when I walked in I couldn't see him, just another guy with blonde hair and a leather jacket."

He lifted an eyebrow, somewhat interested.

"And you think this is vital because?.."

She took a deep breath. "I think it's Klaus."

His eyes widened in horror. "Did he kill her?!" He cried.

She shook her head furiously. "No! He didn't!"

"Then why was he there?"

She shrugged and put her hand through her hair. "That's what I'm trying to figure out."

He closed his eyes.

What was Klaus trying to do?

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His hands were all over her body, her hips, her ass, her legs, even her stomach. He just couldn't get enough, her skin was like water to him and her lips were his salvation.

Her mouth worked with his as they lapped and sucked on each others lips. It was like they were in trance, a spell tht couldn't be broken until something huge would shock them.

Her hips grinded on his, desperate for any kind of friction.

Her hand wandered down his chest, skillfully tantalising his abs and loving the way he shifted to try and fix the problem in which was his arousal.

She smirked and let he hand wander down to the waistband of his jeans, gently wandering towards his front where she rubbed, causing him to moan into her mouth.

He pulled away and threw his head back as she gashed the zipper, playing with it and loving the way it affected him.

A growl tumbled out of his lips when she took his jeans down his hips, feeling himself agitated as she took ahold of his hardened, tremored cock, causing him to groan aloud.

She crashed her lips into his, the impact making him lose balance and, once again, moan, except it was a pained and pleasured one.

Her mouth left his suddenly, and he disappointedly left put a cry from the loss of her heated mouth. But it left his mind once he screamed, gripping the couch for help as his cock engulfed itself into a worldwide lip of trouble.

Her mouth had taken his cock into it, and had began to lick, and with each swirl, slap or touch - he would thrust into her mouth and cry in pleasure.

But then he had enough. He was sick of waiting.

He had her under him in seconds, gnawing, sucking, caressing her tempting lips, devouring her mouth before taking notice of her attire.

Too many clothes.

So he ripped them, each one of them. His lust was on overdrive, and he hand no intention of stopping.

He would have her tonight. We her it took him hours, he would.

He took a hold of his cock, the painful throbbing never stopped until it finally made contact with her glimpsing wet center. He touched the drenched patch and licked his lips at the sight, arousing him even more.

So as quickly as he could, he plunged into her.

Klaus jumped. The sweat rolled off his forehead in waves. His hair, a mess with tugs and drenched curls. His chest, which had been clean, was now filled with scratches and bites.

He had dreamed of the little blonde vampire.

A sex dream.

Caroline Forbes?