Rescue Me

Chapter 11

For the second time that morning, Caroline woke up huddled in the warmth of Klaus' embrace. She sighed contently, her body pleasantly numb from their early morning activities, and she raised her head from his shoulder, letting her chin rest upon his chest as she gazed up at him.

A smile tugged at her lips as she watched his handsome face.

She'd never quite experienced a night like the one they'd shared. She didn't mean the sex—though the term "best she'd ever had" certainly ran through her head once or twice—she'd had plenty of time spent in between the sheets since her teenage years. But she'd never honestly just talked to someone that was sharing her bed. Even with Damon, who fed her with every line she longed to hear because it played into his little anti-Stefan rampage, it was never more than a few passing words before the clothes were shed and conversation was promptly forgotten.

But last night with Klaus...

She couldn't quite put her finger on it. He'd been so closed and mysterious the first time she'd met him. And while there were still so many secrets he was keeping hidden, she felt like she saw him in a new light now.

Caroline sighed, letting her gaze drop to his chest as she watched her fingers trace patterns around one of the many scars that littered his torso.

She didn't know when she'd really started to like him. Sure, she'd been attracted at first. A handsome, hunky stranger with a killer accent comes roaring into your small town, you stop and take notice. But somewhere between picking him up on the side of the road that day and falling into bed with him last night, it had turned into something different.

Affection.

She liked Klaus.

Her head lifted when his chest suddenly rose with a deep breath, and she raised her eyes to see him looking down at her groggily through half-lidded eyes.

"Contemplating again, love?," he asked, his voice heavy with sleep even as his lips quirked up into that well-known smirk of his. "You do understand the term 'lazy morning', don't you?"

Caroline giggled, her fingers continuing their nonsensical journey across his skin, and she shrugged. "You know how I feel about silences," she said. "I've gotta occupy myself somehow."

Klaus chuckled, his chest shaking slightly, and he leaned down to wrap an arm around her waist, tugging her up closer as he ducked his head to gently capture her lips with his own. "Nothing too daunting, I hope," he said, his breath mingling with hers as he looked into her face.

She smiled, shaking her head, and leaned forwards to press her lips against his again.

She could feel her heart begin to race in her chest as his other arm came up to cradle her face in his hand, his thumb tracing back and forth against her cheek. She sighed into him, her lips parting to allow his tongue access to her own, and his grip tightened as her hands slid further down his chest.

Pushing herself up, she tugged at his bottom lip with her teeth, grinning when she heard his low growl of approval. She shifted, throwing one leg across his waist and pushing herself up until she straddled him, hands pressing against the taut muscles of his abdomen. His hands came up to cradle her hips, fingers digging into her skin as he pulled her closer, his morning erection pressing into her stomach through the thin sheet that separated them.

She could feel his muscles clench under her wandering touch, and she couldn't help the pride she felt at the power she had over him. SHE was making him feel that way. Miss Caroline Forbes, Mystic Falls very own Always Second Choice.

Who was second choice now?, she thought as his hands pulled her closer and his lips moved more frantically against her own. She sighed against his lips, her fingers grazing the spot where the sheet pooled around his hips. They moved further, caressing his skin, before they moved over the rough flesh of the scar that wrapped around his side.