Chapter Eleven

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——CHAPTER ELEVENAll My Children——

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CHAPTER ELEVEN
All My Children
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KLAUS WAS ON CLOUD 9, he had wanted to kiss and hold Caitlyn like he had last night—as well as much more, ever since he laid eyes on the werewolf.

When he arrived in Mystic Falls his only plan was to break the curse, take Stefan with him to potentially revive their friendship; which did not happen—obviously.

He didn't expect to find anything else. He didn't expect to find someone like Caitlyn. But he did. And now, he never wanted to let her go—unless she wanted him to, which would break his dead heart.

Klaus woke up with a beaming smile, memories of the night re-entering his mind, and his smile turned to a smirk—he knew he would love the noises she could make.

The sheets only covered half of his body, his V-line on display, but he didn't care—Caitlyn had seen much more.

He turned his head towards her sleeping form, she was laid on her stomach, her bare back on display as her messy hair splayed all over the pillow.

Klaus smiled again, dragging a feather-light touch up her spine, stopping at the top and gently rubbing her upper-back, before he lent down, kissing from her shoulder, down her spine and back up again.

Caitlyn stirred in her sleep, his warm kisses sending shivers all over her body.

Her eyes fluttered open, looking around at the unfamiliar room, "Good morning, my love." She heard Klaus' deep, morning voice, causing her eyes to widen.

He lent forward to press a kiss on her lips, but Caitlyn jumped out of bed, taking the sheets with her; wrapping them securely around her small body.

Her mind flooded with the night before, the morning and—Ok! Not helping; she thought to herself.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" He slightly teased, a smirk on his face as he watched her look around the room for her dress.

Caitlyn cleared her throat, running a hand through her post-sex hair, "Seriously," She mumbled, picking up her ripped dress, looking at Klaus with narrowed eyes, "What am I supposed to wear?"

Klaus leaned back against the headboard, his smirk never faltering, "I don't know about you, love, but I would love if you dropped the sheet."

Caitlyn blushed, turning her head to gaze at the door, before turning back to him, "So you would be okay with me walking around naked, where everyone, including your brothers, could see me?" She teased, crossing her arms over her sheet-covered chest.

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