Easy Love

"Easy love" Tyler puts maddening distance between their burning bodies. "Wrong time, wrong place" his eyes flash downward. "Wrong equipment"

He's saying wrong but she's not listening because nothing, and she means seriously nothing, has ever felt so right. The adrenaline from her rescue is still pumping in her veins and the relief that he is alive makes her giddy with a brilliant bubbling joy. And underneath all that she is lost to a carnal desire the like of which she's never felt.

Every touch and kiss feels different, new like the first time, and its mind-blowingly erotic. His hands, always sure, seem more commanding than ever and his kisses take possession of her with a new assurance. Whatever he has been through has empowered him to the point where she can barely recognise the familiar feel of his muscular body.

She pulls off her cardigan ignoring his reservations. "You're miraculously alive," she insists. "We're fugitives on the run. All signs point to hot vampire hybrid sex."

His hands tangle in her hair as she presses him up against the tree behind them and yes it does all feel different. His kisses, the way he tilts her head with his hands is confident and controlling but his lips are worshipful and yielding. It's amazing and she has to have more.

Stepping back she strips off her top and he takes in her full breasts as if it's the first time he's laid eyes on them and his darkening lust makes her body thrum with the feeling that no one, hot even he himself, has ever wanted her, exclusively and only her, more than he does right now.

She dives back into his unfamiliar kisses and suddenly her lust-addled mind catches up and all the pieces snap brutally into place. "Did you just call me love?" she asks, knowing the answer and knowing deep down what that answer means.

"I don't know love," he, not Tyler, answers with a tip of the head and an arrogant smirk that couldn't belong to anyone but him. "Did I?"

And in this moment she has two choices.

Choice one, the one she mentally denotes the sane choice: Push him away and unleash her revulsion. Because she is honestly revolted by him. By his duplicity and wickedness and by her own treacherous desire.

Choice two, the crazy choice: Play pretend. Feign ignorance and get something she can't pretend she hasn't thought about with no repercussions and a clean-ish conscience

She only has a second to make up her mind and later when the guilt hits she uses that as an excuse. She gives a short forced laugh, "Oooh who knew you were Mr sweet talk" she pauses and offers him her terms. "Tyler."

Uncertainty only animates his features for a moment before she sees him make his decision. He doesn't want her like this, shrouded in denial, but he'll take it because she read him right; no one has ever wanted her more. "Well I've got hidden depths," he says to make sure she knows that he will always know she knew. Still he makes the deal and seals their pact of silence with a word. "Care"

He kisses her then with a sort of angry gratitude and his confliction only makes the harsh soft feel of his lips all the more intense. She throws him to the grown with an effortless swing of her arms and straddles him, her hands travelling over Tyler's bare chest while her eyes lock onto Klaus's. "God I want you" she offers him like a truce and the lingering resentment falls from his eyes so that they shine with desire and admiration. "Mutual" he mutters before flipping them over so he's between her legs and his hands can roam greedily over her body, searching, mapping, memorising.

He frees her breasts from her bra and lavishes each one in turn with attention. Kissing and fondling, making her moan and arch into his touch. "Please" she begs without knowing what she's asking for.

He knows. He strips off her skinny jeans and kneels at her feet. Starts there at her ankle with hot open-mouthed kisses while his hands go ahead, sliding up her calves and across her thighs as his mouth makes the tantalizing journey up her smooth legs until he's holding her waist and nipping and sucking at the satin skin of her inner thighs.

She's determined not to compare him to the body's rightful owner. She has to push that from her mind or she won't be able to do this and she can't stop now she has to have him. His tongue finds her through the silk of her knickers and she keens appreciatively. "Please"

The silk rips easily in his grasp and suddenly Tyler is the furthest thing from her mind. Wow, does he know what he's doing with his tongue? One thousand years to practice and she thinks he must have put every one to good use. "Jesus" she hisses and bucks against him.

He works her body expertly, his fingers teasing as he bites and sucks and brings her close only to hold her on the edge while she's pleads out her need in a stream of nonsensical words until he hears the one he's waiting for. "God please, I need, ah, please, God Klaus"

He sucks hard and plunges his fingers into her and she comes with another grateful invocation of his true name. He's inside her before she's even finished spasming and the feel of him stretching her as he begins to move renews her orgasm, or she comes again and the two merge. She isn't sure and it doesn't matter.

The kisses he plants on her throat as he takes her are wet and messy and they make her feel like the most vital thing in the universe. "Caroline, fuck" he mutters into her hair and she drags him by his own hair so she can kiss his mouth again and revel in the clashing of teeth and tongues as they struggle for an uncoordinated moment to find each other's rhythm.

It's their first time and it comes with all the excitement of those toe-curling moments when discord turns to harmony as they learn each other. For a wild guilty moment she regrets that it's not his lithe athletic body over hers. That she's only learning half of who he is. She silences her own mind by bucking her body against him and reveling in the friction.

He growls, a hungry lupine growl and bruises her hips in his hands as he pins her to the ground and holds her still while he drives into her. One hand travels to her shoulder when she tries to reach towards him and he pins her flat on her back so she's limited to wrapping her legs around him in her quest to meld their bodies together.

"Caroline" he gasps and quickens his pace again until he's moving with all Tyler's hybrid speed and she's fluttering randomly against his trapping hands like a moth in a jar, wild and desperate.

"Klaus" she keens as she comes and he explodes inside her with a savage growl.

He pushes her back as she tries to rise, thinking they were finished, and shakes his head. They kiss again and without leaving her body he flips them till she's above him and guides her hips to ride him.

She loves that. Loves the feel of him below her and the suppliant lust in his eyes. "That's it my queen" he praises her as she takes over the rhythm. "Perfect"

He might be talking about the sex but she thinks he may be talking about her, either way she's never felt so close to it.

Eventually, when even her vamipire stamina is exhausted and the bright sunshine has faded to the crepuscular monochrome of evening he rolls her onto her side. He kisses her shoulder and slips gently into her from behind, taking her with a disconcerting tenderness, his arms wrapped tightly around her body like a warm and pleasurable prison.

She comes gently and for one last time she murmurs his name as they both shudder to a quiet final orgasm. "My love" he responds and turns her so she's snuggle against Tyler's smooth broad chest. "My Caroline"

For long moments she's too spent and too wrapped up in warm arms and loving words to think of anything and then, like the gradually building sound of a distant ominous storm, the guilt comes. He feels so good, and she feels so good in his arms with his fingers tracing invisible artistic patterns on her skin, that she shuts it out and resolves to ignore it and stay that way forever.

Her mistake is looking up from his chest. He smiles at her with that bashfully boyish smile of his transplanted onto Tyler's dark handsome face and she can't silence the guilt anymore as it grows within her to a deafening roar.

Panic grips her at the thought she could be discovered. She broke their deal. Over and over again she broke the terms and shattered the charade of ignorance when she called his name.

She pulls away hastily searching for her clothes that lie rumpled and muddied, but miraculously undamaged, around the clearing. She stares down at her clothed body for a moment and gathers her courage to look at him as she tries with a hopeless desperation to fix things.

"Come on Tyler" she says in a voice that sounds strange and hoarse to her and he flinches minutely, just the barest twitch of the muscles in his face before his eyes, which had been so warm just moments before go granite hard.

"Yes Care" he sneers the familiar name as he mercifully renews their pact and the realization that she has hurt him, that he can be hurt at all, makes her stomach churn. "We need to find Bonnie. I have a surprise for you'

Bonnie is too caught up in her own fear of magical repercussions to notice how poorly she feigns shock at the revelation that Klaus occupies Tyler's body but the hybrid gives her a scornful look and she watches her own feet, feeling shamed on every level.

When he plunges his clawed hand into Tyler's chest and threatens to end her boyfriend she sees the hurt behind the action and remorse mixes with the fear and anger that rise within her.

Bonnie pays the price for them all once again and as the witch cries over her grams she hugs Tyler close and looks anywhere but into his eyes. That night they make love and she's frigid with terror that he'll somehow just know what she did. So she's feeling guilty and frankly pretty sexed out for the day and the whole experience leaves her empty and kinda sick.

"You didn't…" Tyler says after he comes inside her with an emphatic "I love you" that makes her cringe.

"It doesn't matter" she assures him softly and touches his face. "You're back, that's what matters and I love you." All that at least is true and so she can say it with conviction.

"No way" Tyler flips her playfully onto her back his eyes shining with love and the pure joy of cheating death. "I'm going to take care of you, me lady"

He goes down on her and she's desperate to come just to please him but she can't bury her guilt deeply enough and her body refuses to respond. Eventually she hurls herself deeper into her shame and closes her eyes.

She tips her head back and relives being with him. She conjures the feeling of his tongue on her and pictures herself from above spread out and gasping among the fallen leaves and between her legs a lean body and dirty blond hair and she comes.

A/N maybe a one shot, maybe the start of something with a real live plot. What do you all reckon? Should i continue I have at least one more scenario/scene/follow on knocking about in my brain.

ps if anyone's following A Scent of Hope there are more chapters coming very soon