Klaus, You Know You Like Chocolate Milk

Something Sweeter Than Pie

"Hah!"

"Jesus, Catrina, that's 20 bags."

"Oh, please, the books you used to make me carry weighed more than this." I remarked nonchalantly as I strode past Klaus and into his house. I'm sorry, I mean our house. A cute one at that. One of those cozy starter homes most couples get before kids. Those things I'll be damned if we have. Klaus already scars teenagers, I'd rather not see what he'd do to toddlers....

As Klaus brought in the remaining bags, I unpacked everything. Before long everything was in its proper place so I plopped down in a kitchen chair and threw my head back in exasperation. Why is shopping so exhausting? And then there it was. 

'Pop'

I snatched my head up at the all familiar sound. "Did you just-"

"Oh, hell yes." Klaus grinned at me with the key lime pie he just popped open glistening in his hands.

"Klaus, we haven't even had dinner!"

"Your point?" Never before have a met a grown ass man as dedicated to desserts as the one I chose to be mine.

".... Does this mean you're not getting any?" He gave me an all knowing look as if to say, 'bitch, I know you want sum of dis'. And he was right. 

"I'm always a slut for pie." 

"Does this mean you're a slut for other things too?" He winked before sneak attacking me with key lime filling to the nose. 

"Hey! Not if you treat me like that I won't!" I scooped some filling with my finger and dove after his face. He tried his best to wrestle me away but it was no use! The key lime cream found its way to his cheek and his onyx eyes widened. "Oh, that is it."

Before I knew it, he flung me over his shoulder with ease and marched towards the bedroom.

"Wait! The pie needs to be refrigerated!"

"I have more pressing issues to tend to."

"Uuuugh, Klaaaauuuus...." Without a moment's notice, I was flung on the full size bed. Klaus soon trapped me with his arms on either side of me, giving me no choice but to inch further up the bed.

He playfully caught my leg and dragged me back with ease then loomed over me. "So help me if you get key lime on my sheets-"

"The same could be said to you." I cut him off, enticing a low growl before he sucked the cream off my nose. I couldn't help but giggle and squirm before he eased off enough so I could lick the cream off his cheek. Feeling like a tease, I slowly ran my tongue up to his ear, softly nipped his earlobe, then trailed hot kisses down his neck all while maneuvering us into a sitting position on the edge of the bed. Just as Klaus was throwing his head back while I licked his collar bone, I abruptly stopped and darted out the room.

"Wait, what tha- CATRINA!" He bolted after me but it was too late- I locked the bathroom door and burst out laughing. Banging ensued. Unfortunately not the kind Klaus was hoping for....

"CATRINA LEANNE LARK, OPEN THIS DOOR THIS INSTANT OR SO HELP EVERY DEITY YOU KNOW I WILL BREAK IT DOWN IN A FURY OF FLAMES."

"Yeah, 'cause I haven't heard that one before." I said, rolling my eyes and wetting my toothbrush.

"No TV for a month."

"Yes, 'father'."

"I'm confiscating your romance novels."

"Read them all anyways." 

"I won't let you bring anymore stray cats home."

"Mmhm, shure." I said through a mouth of minty foam. There was a sudden pause as he ran out of potential threats that used to work on me. And then-

"Fine. I guess I'll just go eat all the pie- by myself." My eyes widened in horror as his footsteps wandered towards the kitchen. I quickly rinsed before chasing after him. 

"DON'T YOU DARE, I HAVEN'T HAD A SINGLE SLICE YET!" Just as I crossed the threshold to the kitchen, he caught me mid run from the wall he hid behind. "GYAH! NO! WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING." I tried to thrash out of his grip but was no match as he slung me once again over his shoulder.

"You've been a bad monkey." He said, pinching my exposed thigh. I finally went limp and gave up any attempt of escape. Klaus rarely ever took 'no' for an answer when it came to his needs. Not that I minded. After all, making love with Klaus was a dream come true. I just liked making him work for it as payback for all the "training" he made me endure.

He finally laid me down on the bed gently, almost cradling me like a newborn before stroking my hair, then my cheek. "Well, now to be even, I'm going to have to brush my teeth. Stay." He commanded with a stern look and a pointed finger. He poked my nose with said finger which I playfully bit at. A tender smile crossed his face as he left to wash up. I waited until I heard the faucet before sneaking off the bed. I deftly undid my pigtails and stripped to nothing but underwear only to steal one of Klaus's white T-shirts....

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As I made my way back from brushing my teeth I heard the bed squeak. Dammit, I told her not to move.... I shoved the door open, ready to deliver a death glare of the highest degrees when I saw that she was sitting cutely on the edge of the bed in nothing but one of my shirts. God, she knows what that does to me. No matter how many times I see it, I can't get over how adorable her petite frame looks, swallowed by my shirt three sizes too big for her. I gulped as her silky locks pooled over her chest when she leaned forward seductively. I must admit, a part of me missed how innocent and lost she used to be when we first started being intimate. But at the same time, an open invitation proving that she craved me as much as I craved her sent my heart pounding with excitement. 

I wasted no time closing the door as I made my way over to the little vixen who greeted me with her signature smile. "I'm assuming this is an open invitation?" I teased as I gently pushed her back onto the  steel gray comforter. 

She gave an all knowing smirk. "You know what assuming makes you, right? An-"

"Ass. Yes, that thing I'm very much so fond of." I gave hers a tight squeeze to emphasize my point. She began to arch her back and close her eyes. Her legs gradually opened wider as I kept kneading her soft flesh, sliding my fingers under her flimsy undergarment so I could could lightly dig my nails into her smooth skin. A moan began to form in her throat. I pressed my lips to her neck and started sucking in order to coax the moan all the way out. Her delicate arms wrapped around my shoulders as leverage so she could arch her clothed breasts onto my chest. I laced hickeys all along her neck and continued to kiss down until the shirt collar could stretch no more. 

Before I knew it, Catrina was thrusting against my rapidly hardening member, creating sweet friction that almost sent me over the edge. I grunted and bit my lip to stay focused. My forehead gently met hers, allowing our breath to mingle while I slowly and delicately lifted my shirt off her lithe body. The sweet scent of cherry blossom wafted through the air as her hair once again cascaded around her shoulders. My breathing paused just as it always did when I gazed at her mostly nude body. Her slender build retained a dainty hour-glass shape, her skin was flawless and lightly tanned from sunbathing, and her perky breasts fit perfectly in the palms of my hand; her cute soprano voice gasped at the sudden pleasure. I ran my hands from there down her torso until I found her lavender panties. I snapped the band teasingly, encouraging an adorable pout from my lover. Her pout soon vanished when I stripped off my own shirt. 

She quickly sat up and began to undo my belt in haste. I smirked and was ready to make a smart comment  until she pressed her lips against my now exposed V-line, turning my would-be words into a pleasant gasp. Her lips turned wickedly as her soft pink orbs gazed up at me. She traced the defined ridges of my V-line with her tongue. By now, my cock was begging to be released and occupy her mouth....