Rescue Me

Ahem....

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Longest. Chapter. Yet. More words for you at the bottom.
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She was trying to kill him. He was sure of it.

From the second she'd walked into the hallway in that poor excuse for a dress and those fuck-me red heels, Klaus knew, beyond a doubt, that he would have to have her. In the beginning, when he'd first met her, it hadn't been much. A basic attraction-nothing more than an attractive man seeing an attractive woman. But then she'd scolded him, stood up to him, sassed him. She'd done something not many people outside of his own siblings had ever done. Especially no woman. He had gotten a glimpse of her strength; her determination. Her light. And suddenly it was more than just an attraction-it was a NEED.

He needed her.

And Caroline Forbes was sure as hell going to make him work for it.

She was purposely torturing him. The way the skin of her thighs had brushed up against him in the cab ride. He'd sat sandwiched between her and Rebekah in the backseat while Stefan conversed pleasantly with the driver, and every curve or stop slid them closer together. He'd cast a sidelong glance at her, a warning in his eye, and she would just keep her gaze straight on the road ahead of them, a small, smug smile on her pretty face.

She'd lean around him to speak to Rebekah-him being unable to truly enjoy the fact that the two women were finally getting along-and her berry scented curls would brush against his shoulder or his chest, and he nearly had to sit on his hands just to keep from wrapping them around his fingers and yanking her face to his.

The merest innocent gesture, and he suddenly felt like he was an awkward teenage boy again.

It was a very uncomfortable car ride, to say the least.

The cab stopped outside a bustling Grill, where people were streaming in and out the doors and music poured into the streets. Klaus didn't know what the party was in honor of, and honestly wondered if anyone in town knew either. Stefan had mentioned it happens once every couple months, someone just got the urge to make Mystic Falls seem like a much more "happening" place than it really was.

He honestly didn't care at this point. All he cared about was getting his arms around the blonde little temptress that sat at his side.

The four of them strode through the doors, Klaus lagging behind slightly as his eyes stayed glued to Caroline's swaying hips beneath the fabric of her dress. Ahead of him, Rebekah looked over her shoulder and sent him a disgusted look when she saw where his attention was diverted. He grinned at her, unrepentant, and she rolled her eyes before skipping ahead and grasping Stefan's hand in hers.

There were people everywhere. Dancing, standing, voices raised to carry over the music, heads leaned close to converse more privately. From the corner of his eye, he saw Stefan and Rebekah head a booth in the back, and he used the distance to come up behind Caroline, feeling her breath hitch slightly when his hands crazed the curve of her hip and his lips brushed the shell of her ear. "It's not nice to tease, love," he whispered, closing his eyes as he breathed in her scent.

Caroline laughed, slipping out from his grasp and turning to look at him. "You started it," she accused, a teasing smile on her face. "With that dirty little promise in the hallway earlier."

Klaus grinned, taking a step towards her. "Got you all hot and bothered, did it, sweet Caroline?" he asked, his voice low as he peered down at her. He could see the flush in her cheeks, and the way her eyes widened the slightest bit at his close proximity. "You should know, love, I always keep my promises."