a/n: Hello! Sorry it took me so long for a new chapter! I was with a toxic boyfriend and I never had time to write. Now I have a wonderful girlfriend3.

Also, this is my first time writing smut in three years, so bare with me. It'll get better. Or maybe it's okay now? I dunno I hardly ever get any comments! (Please comment, it makes my day!) I'm also trying to get back into my old writing style so bare with me there too! Anywho, I hope this chapter isn't complete shit! Also, Klaus is a little OOC in this chapter. I haven't played SoS in about four years, so I guess I need to brush up on my SoS character personalities.

Chapter Twenty

Rose felt a strange mixture of anger, relief, and regret. It made her feel diseased, and as she lied in Klaus's bed the past three days she had nothing to do but to be trapped in her own thoughts. Every day she felt her anger increase, and by now she felt as if she might explode at any moment. If only Klaus had a TV or a book that she hadn't read before, then perhaps she could distract herself from these dreadful thoughts and feelings.

It was obvious to her that Klaus blamed himself for her collapsing. What a foolish, foolish man. She was an adult and was—or had been—perfectly capable of taking care of herself. It wasn't his fault that she had overworked herself; he wasn't her caretaker—or rather hadn't been—and for him to blame himself was so ridiculous that it infuriated her.

Who does he think he is? My owner? That he has to checkup on me? To make sure I'm eating and not smoking, or drinking too often or too much? I'm an adult, gooddess dammit! He does not own me! I own myself!

She felt relieved because all of her hard work had finally paid off; she had at last won a Harvest Festival. She felt regretful of the fact that she had been so mindless as to overwork herself and collapse, causing her to miss her first win. Most of all, though, she felt utter and complete boredom.

Rose took a deep breath and exhaled loudly through her nose.

"Love, are you all right?" Klaus wondered, looking at her over his shoulder from where he sat at his workstation. He had dark circles under his eyes, looking more exhausted than she had ever seen him before. Perhaps taking care of me has been more of a burden than I thought?

"I'm fine," she replied more bitterly than she had intended.

Klaus turned his chair around to fully face her. He looked her square in the eye and said sternly, yet comfortingly, "Rose, if anything is bothering or upsetting you, please let me know. As I've told you before, I would like to know all of your woes, even if they seem silly to you. Please, tell me what is wrong so I can try to resolve whatever it is that is upsetting you."

"I'm pissed, all right? I'm sick of being in this bed, I'm sick of you babying me, and I'm sick of you acting as if you own me! And I'm outraged that you feel the need to checkup on me!" she thundered, turning her torso towards him to face him fully. She narrowed her eyes at him as she felt her face twist into a scowl.

Klaus looked taken aback for a moment. His jaw hung open so far that Rose feared it may become unhinged. He quickly shut his mouth and averted his eyes, then said in a low, solemn tone, "I did not know that you felt that way. You should have told me sooner instead of keeping it to yourself; bottling up such thoughts will only lead to you resenting me."

He looked back into her pale eyes, his golden-green ones shining with an intensity in his gaze as he soothingly said, "I understand that you are getting restless, but it is only two more days and then you can get back to work. I will miss your company, though, and do not think for a second that you've been a bother. It has been a pleasure having you here.

"Also, I wasn't aware that I have been 'babying' you. I'll try to be more mindful of that. I only want you to recover as soon as possible. You have been so utterly miserable since you have been here.

"Lastly, do not think for even a second that I think I own you. You are your own person. A wonderful, thoughtful, beautiful person who only owns themself. I admire that so much about you; it's one of the reasons I fell in love with you. It's so apparent to me that you do not need another person to complete you; to make you whole. You make yourself whole, you complete yourself. Yet there is no shame in asking for help when needed, so I am here for you, and always will be."

Rose felt her heart sink into her stomach as she watched his face turn into a scowl; his brows furrowed and his lips compressed tightly into a thin line.

"It is apparent to me that I do need to checkup on you, so to speak. If I hadn't of found you collapsed with your head bleeding, no one else would have. You would be dead, love. I would have lost you. So, yes, I do need to checkup on you if I do not see you for a whole week," Klaus said, much less soothingly this time.

Rose hung her head low and muttered, "You're correct. I'm sorry… I'm just so irritable right now." She resented that he had so much more patience than her; but then again, if he didn't then he surely would have broken up with her long ago. She felt heat rise from her neck to her face, feeling ashamed in herself by the way she had been treating him.

"I'm s-sorry," she managed to sputter out, apologizing again. "I—I didn't know...I wasn't aware you felt that way, or thought that. You've been so kind to me these past couple of days; dealing with my tantrums and taking such good care of me. I… I didn't mean to lash out at you like that."

"Never be sorry for telling me how you feel. We need to talk about our differences, it's healthy and will only make our relationship stronger. Yes, you have been difficult while under my care, but I expected nothing less from you—and do take that as a compliment. I know you love your work very much, and must miss your animals. You're restless and bored, I can tell it's driving you mad. It's only two more days, love. You're strong enough to make it through a measly two days."

"But I'm so bored!" Rose groaned. Of course she was strong enough to get through two more days without going mad, but it didn't mean that she was going to enjoy it. "And it doesn't help that it's my, well...time of the season. It's making me all the more moody."

"Your time of the season?" Klaus asked in a perplexing tone, tilting his head slightly.

Rose had to stifle back a laugh at his expression. She felt heat rise up her face as she stammered, "Y-you know… 'my time of the season.' Um, the t-thing that all women get once a season."

"Oh...oh!" Klaus's face lit up in understanding. "Do you—erm—need me to get you...things?"

"Iris actually brought me some yesterday, but thank you for offering," she nearly whispered. She felt her lips twitch into a small smile despite the heat that remained in her cheeks.

"Rose, you look embarrassed," Klaus said matter-of-factly. "This happens to all women once a season, it's a natural thing and nothing to be embarrassed about."

"I'm embarrassed because it's the first since we've started dating, and we haven't been together for a long time…and I'm staying at your home, in your bed, bleeding out of my vagina and having these awful mood swings. It's just...a little much."

Klaus chuckled. "Well, try not to be embarrassed. You're such a silly girl sometimes. It's endearing, but silly. You're so adorable."

"I am not adorable," Rose huffed. She puffed out her cheeks and rolled her sky-colored eyes.

"That was very adorable, my love. You are the very definition of adorable. If I were to look in a dictionary, I have no doubt in my mind that your photo would be next to the definition of adorable." Klaus laughed loudly.

"I want to be beautiful, not adorable."

"Who says you can't be both?" Klaus raised an eyebrow as a smirk spread across his face.

"Fine, fine, you're right," she resigned, "but do know you are adorable too at times."

She watched as Klaus's cheeks turned a light shade of pink as his expression turned neutral. "I-I'm not adorable. For a creature such as yourself calling me adorable is absurd."

Rose tried her hardest to suppress her giggles, which failed miserably. "You are a silly man yourself, you know?"

"Right now the only thing I know is that I want nothing more than to take you in my arms and kiss you madly, but unfortunately you are injured and that would overexert you," Klaus said, his voice turning husky.

Rose felt heat rise from her neck and into her face, turning it crimson. "I'd like that more than you could ever know, but you are correct. It would overexert me..."

She felt her mouth twist into a devilish smirk as a wicked thought popped into her mind. "I thought I was getting a bath today? Surely that won't overexert me." She asked in the most innocent voice she could muster, softly biting on her bottom lip while batting her long lashes at him—which she knew was his weakness.

"Rose," Klaus moaned while rolling his eyes. "You are getting a bath today, but that sultry look upon your face tells me you want more than just a simple cleaning. Marian said—"

"Marian said," she mocked, rolling her own eyes. "Marian says a lot of stuff. By 'sexual activities' I think she meant more physical things than simply taking a bath with me. As I just said moments ago, I don't think us bathing together will overexert me."

"Fine," Klaus resigned. "But only because I miss holding you in my arms. It has been so long…"

Rose noticed that Klaus had a faraway look in his eyes, as if he was reminiscing upon all the times he had held her close while they slept, keeping her night terrors at bay. Although his hand in hers while she slept helped, it couldn't compare to the feeling of him wrapped around her, his intoxicating scent enveloping her while soothing her troubled soul.

She felt so safe in his arms, she felt so at peace with the world; there weren't enough words to describe the way he made her feel. At times she felt such strong feelings for him that it frightened her a little; it was overwhelming. As much as it scared her, she still wouldn't trade it for the world.

"I'll start the bath now, if that is all right," Klaus said while standing. "I have some bubblebath that Marian gave me—goddess knows why, do I look like I would take a bubblebath?—if you would like, I could finally get a chance to use it."

"Sounds relaxing," Rose said, now in a much better mood. "I'd enjoy that, thank you. And no, I cannot imagine you taking a bubblebath. The thought of it is almost comical." She couldn't help but to let out a short laugh.

"My thoughts exactly. Wait just a moment, I shouldn't be long," Klaus said while walking towards his bathroom.

Rose suddenly felt nervous, a wave of anxiety rushing through her body. It had been so long since Klaus had seen her naked, and he had been feeding her an awful lot. She figured she had to of gained at least five pounds. What if he preferred her very thin? She had enough fat in her stomach now that she was able to grab it.

Would he be repulsed by her new figure? Would he no longer be attracted to her, or not enjoy her new curves? At least her breasts had gotten larger. Surely he would enjoy that at the very least, right?

"It's ready, love," Klaus said, breaking her from her thoughts. "Would you like me to carry you, or would you prefer to walk?"

"I can walk perfectly fine, my legs aren't broken!" she returned. "Plus, you've been feeding me so much...I'm afraid I'll be too heavy."

Klaus looked at her as if she had a million heads. He let out a loud chuckle. "A little thing such as yourself being too heavy? That is the most hysterical thing you have ever said. If I wished to, I could throw you across this room. Don't be ridiculous."

Rose huffed. Couldn't he tell she was self-conscious about her new figure?

Without another word he swiftly picked her up, carefully walking to his bathroom.

"Could you not?" Rose complained, thrashing slightly in his arms.

"Stop that, you are going to make me drop you," Klaus said in discern. "You are not heavy in the slightest, and I'm glad that you've gained some weight. I was beginning to get worried over how thin you were."

"Just wait until you see me naked, then you might change your mind," she muttered as Klaus gently put her down.

"I very much so doubt that," Klaus said with a smirk, his hands on his hips. "So? Are you going to get into the bath now? It's going to get cold, and I think it would be easier for you to go in first."

Rose felt herself begin to tremble. "Klaus, I'm oh-so-nervous about undressing in front of you. I fear you will not like what you see..." she trailed, averting her eyes from his.

"You are a foolish woman to think that for even a second that I will not enjoy what I see. In fact, I'm almost positive that I will enjoy your new figure more."

"Fine," Rose said in a resigned tone. "But won't you close your eyes first? Perhaps feel my new curves before seeing them?"

Klaus gave a slight nod then shut his eyes. He even covered them with his hands to ensure Rose that he wouldn't peek. Rose thought it was awfully sweet of him, even if a bit silly. As she took off her nightshirt she felt her cheeks flush. She quickly took off her underwear, then threw the clothing on the floor. She hadn't worn a bra since the day she was discharged.

She hastily walked over to the toilet, trying to sit on it as quietly as possible, yet failed for Klaus wondered, "Rose, are you sitting on the toilet? Do you need to urinate?"

"What! No!" She said defensively, then lowered her voice to say, "I just need to take out my—er...tampon."

"Oh, of course. My apologies. If you do need to urinate—"

"I don't!" Rose huffed. Klaus was starting to get on her nerves. Surely he knew that they hadn't been dating long enough for her to pee while he was in the room! She quickly pulled on the string of the tampon, taking it out of herself then wrapping it in toilet paper before throwing it in the waste basket besides the toilet.

Rose then stood and walked back over to Klaus, taking an extra step to close the space that separated them."Keep your eyes closed, I'm going to grab your hands now and put them on my body." Klaus nodded vigorously in response. Rose then gently grabbed his hands off his face, noticing that he, too, was trembling. It had been too long since the last time they had been intimate with each other; they were both far too nervous.

Rose hesitatingly put his hands to her waist, guiding them slowly down to her hips and back up to her torso. For the first time since she'd put his hands on her she looked at him. His expression appeared to be a mixture of pain and lust. To see him looking in such a way made her less anxious about him feeling the rest of her body.

Building up some nerve, she moved his hands up to her breasts. A small moan escaped Klaus's lips and he said in an awed tone, "You're body feels amazing. I adore your new curves… I cannot even describe to you how wonderful your breasts feel; there aren't words. May I please look now?"

"You may, but if you dislike what you see I am running from you and will never speak to you again," Rose said sternly.

Klaus slowly opened his eyes, then gazed at her with an awestruck look upon his face. Rose let her hands drop from his, and Klaus immediately started to slowly run his hands up and down her body, stopping for a moment at her hips, then at her breasts. He softly cupped them in his hands, and Rose noticed that they now overflowed in his hands, instead of before where they hardly fulled them.

He then ran his hands down her back, sending shivers down her spine, and roughly grabbed her bottom; pulling her flush against him. Rose's cheeks reddened even further as she felt his erection straining in his slacks. She hastily hid her face in his chest. Why am I so bashful all of a sudden? This is unlike me, and I wish I would stop feeling this way.

Klaus gently grabbed her chin, raising it so she would look him in the eye. He gazed longingly down at her, his own cheeks flushed. "I'm glad I've fed you so well, your new curves amaze me. I feel myself getting tongue-tied; I am having a hard time finding the words to describe to you how utterly gorgeous you look. Not that you didn't look gorgeous before—do not twist my words—you just look different now. A good different."

Before he could continue with his praises Rose gently pushed away from him. She couldn't find the will to look at him. She carefully stepped into the bathtub, the bubbles crackling as she settled in. She hugged her arms around her knees, covering all of the parts of her body that she was feeling self-conscious of. She hated feeling this way. She hated feeling so vulnerable and bare.

"Rose, my love, is something wrong?" She could hear Klaus ask. She refused to meet his eyes.

"I'm feeling a bit self-conscious, Klaus. Can't you tell?" She spoke into her knees.

"Is there anything I can do to make you feel less like that? This is so unlike you… You usually have so much confidence. I've already told you that I think your new curves are stunning. What more can I do to convince you that it's true?"

"Just get undressed and come in and hold me, please," she managed to squeak out.

"As you wish."

Rose listened as Klaus undressed, each piece of clothing dropping to the floor. She noticed the water rise slightly as he stepped into the tub behind her, then gently lowering himself into the hot water. He put his legs around either side of her, then wrapped his arms around hers.

"Rose, won't you lay back on me? I'd like to hold you properly." He spoke against her back, sending shivers down her spine.

Klaus began to softly kiss her back, throwing her braid around her shoulder to kiss her neck. Rose felt a pleasurable pang at every soft kiss, the feeling spreading throughout her body and residing in her core. She never knew that being kissed on the back could be so arousing.

She raised her arms above her head and entwined her fingers into his ebony locks, moaning as she felt his warm lips kiss her shoulder. She slowly leaned back against him, and they both carefully laid down in the tub.

Klaus wasted no time, immediately putting his arms around her waist and pulling her back flush to his body. He leaned his head down to softly kiss her upper neck, then without taking his lips off her he kissed his way down her neck and to her shoulder, stopping to give her a quick nip.

With every brush of his lips Rose felt herself become more and more feverish. She could feel his desire for her on her lower back, causing her her own arousal to intensify. It had been far, far too long since the last time they had done anything like this; she could even feel herself throbbing in anticipation.

Rose tilted her head up to look at Klaus, his eyes dark with lust—which in turn made her even more aroused—and his lips adorned with the slightest of smirks. She desperately pleaded, "Love, I beg of you to stop turning me on so much, it's torture—I need you so very, very badly—and you very well know we can't do anything that would overexert myself."

"I know," he titled his head down to breathe in her ear. "There are things I would love to do to you that I can assure you will not overexert yourself."

"Such as…?"

Instead of a verbal response Klaus slowly caressed his way from her shoulder down to her chest then to her breast, letting out a low groan once his hand reached it. He softly cupped her one breast in his hand, causing Rose to arch her back and let out a small whimper. He began to carefully knead it while his other hand continued to travel down her body, stopping at her upper thigh and giving it a small squeeze.

Rose felt her heart start to beat rabidly in her chest, and could feel Klaus's heart beating just as fast. He started to tenderly caress her thigh, his hand traveling to her knee then to her upper thigh and back again. She reached up behind her to tightly grab Klaus's locks again, letting out a soft moan every time he reached her upper thigh.

"R-Rose," Klaus panted, his voice quivering slightly, "Would you like for me to touch you?"

"I believe you are already touching me," she replied breathlessly.

"I should have choosen my words more carefully. I had meant to say, would you like for me to pleasure you?" He spoke against her neck, his voice husky and evidently laced with desire.

Rose felt heat quickly rise to her face, making it feel as if it were on fire. "B-but, it's my time of—"

Klaus cut her off, huskily whispering into her ear, "I don't mind in the slightest. We're in the bath, and I couldn't care less about a little bit of blood on my fingers. Besides, the water will wash it away. If you would rather me not, I completely understand."

Rose felt desire run through her veins like the worst of drugs. Yet, she still couldn't help but to feel embarrassed by the thought of him having his fingers inside of her bleeding vagina. She had always thought boys were disgusted by menstruation...but then again, Klaus wasn't a boy. He was a man.

"Would you...maybe, wash me first?" she asked in an almost desperate tone.

"Yes, of course. Being in this position had made me forget the reason we took a bath in the first place," Klaus replied, and Rose could hear the disappointment in his tone.

Rose felt Klaus reach behind—to grab a washcloth, she figured. She heard the sound of a bottle being squeezed, which was no doubt body wash, and not even a moment later Klaus brought the wash cloth in front of her and immediately began to wash her shoulders, then her arms. He then washed her neck, slowly going down her chest and then to her breasts.

She could feel his heart beating rapidly against her back as he gently washed her breasts, both of them letting out small groans of pleasure as he did so. He washed then for much longer than was needed, but Rose didn't mind.

"Alas I finally have the pleasure of washing you, I was very disappoint the morning after your birthday when you wouldn't allow me to," he said hoarsely.

Klaus then moved the washcloth down her stomach, then to her thighs; washing both in turn. He slowly made his way between her thighs, then abruptly stopped. His voice quivered ever so slightly as he asked, "M-may I wash you here, as well?"

Rose thought about it for a split second before nodding her head. She tightly squeezed her eyes shut as she felt the washcloth slide in between her legs. The sensation was too much for her to handle in the moment, as she quickly snatched the washcloth from his hands and nearly threw it to the other side of the room.

"I-I believe you've cleaned me thoroughly, that will suffice for today," Rose said, her breath coming out uneven. She could feel the heat that remained in her ears.

Klaus laughed so heartily that Rose could feel it through her back. "You are acting so unbelievably strangely today, love. Are you sure you're all right? If you don't want me to touch you today, I understand. Even if we have to gradually get to that point again, it's perfectly fine with me."

With every word he uttered Rose felt a wrath build within herself. She took deep breaths to stop her blood from boiling. In the most calm tone she could muster, she said between clenched teeth, "I. Am. Fine. I'm feeling a bit bashful today." She exhaled deeply. "Please be patient with me. Don't you fucking dare even think about backtracking any progress we've made." With every word her voice rose slightly to the point where she was nearly shouting.

"Shh, love, calm down," Klaus spoke against her neck once more. He ran his hands up and down her arms, giving her the most tender of caresses. "That was not what I was implying. I want to do whatever makes you comfortable."

She slowly nodded her heads and leaned her head against his chest, her hands resting on his thighs. They stayed like for awhile, even after the water grew cold. Eventually Klaus rose from the tub and tied a towel around himself. Rose was in a slight daze, but she felt herself being lifted from the tub and then felt a towel wrap around her. The next thing she remembered was being sat on his bed.

She halfheartedly watched as Klaus changed, feeling as if her eyes had glazed over. A feeling of utter dread had taken over her, or perhaps it was anxiety. She couldn't stop thinking about her farm—it ran over and over in her head, causing her distress. What was happening without her? What was she missing? Most of all, why did she feel as if she was having troubling breathing?

"Rose..." She vaguely heard her name through the haze, yet it wasn't registering. "Rose. Rose."

It wasn't until Klaus was kneeling in front her of with his hands on her cheeks, his eyes haunted with worry, until she noticed him calling her name.

"Yes...?" She asked in a hollowed voice, one she hardly recognized herself. She kept her eyes off to the side, staring at the corner of the wall.

"Rose, look at me. Please." She felt him attempt to move her head, then once again more roughly as her eyes found his.

She nearly jumped out of her skin by the look he was giving her. She had never seen him look so troubled and concerned before. Is he concerned about...me?

"Rose, something is wrong, and you won't tell me," Klaus spoke, his voice sounding slightly panicked. "There are some things I need to discuss with you, and although this seems like possibly the worst time to tell you, I fear perhaps the one conversations may be of necessity in the moment."

She tilted her head slightly in confusion. She watched as Klaus slowly rose to fetch her nightshirt and underwear. She hardly registered him dressing her.

He sat down on the cot beside his bed where she sat. Rose noticed he was having a hard time keeping his eyes on her as he said softly, "Love, I think you may be having a panic attack." He paused for a moment. "You see...Marian gave me a prescription for you, for when you are having 'one of those days' and for when you have a panic attack. I have them hidden so you won't be able to find them, but I believe you should take one now."

"I—I don't think I should," Rose said solemnly. "I was addicted to those kinds of pills, I fear I'll become addicted again and take more than I should."

Klaus took her face in his hands as he said, "I will make sure you don't. I will hold them for you, and give them to you when needed. Please, love, trust me. You need one now."

Rose took a minute to think it over. She didn't want to risk getting addicted again, but Klaus said he had them hidden. That he would only give them to her as needed. She trusted him with all her heart. She knew the feeling of a panic attack, and he was correct; she was having one. A bad one at that.

"Okay," she said softly. "Go fetch me one and a glass of water. I feel as if I'm about to burst into tears at any moment."

Without a word Klaus left his bedroom and headed towards his dining area. She couldn't hear any cabinets opening and couldn't help but wondering where he was keeping them. I don't want to know, I don't want to know, she kept repeating to herself in her head.

Two minutes later Klaus came back into his bedroom and sat down on the cot, one fist closed while his other hand held a glass of water. He opened his palm to reveal an oval shaped blue pill, one that she knew all too well. Rose took it from his hand and quickly plopped it in her mouth, then took the glass of water from him to wash it down.

She put the glass down on his bedside table. She looked at Klaus, who had a curious look upon his face, as if he was wondering whether or not the pill had taken affect yet.

Not even two minutes later she felt herself calm down. Since she hadn't taken any in such a long time her tolerance had decreased The imminent relief and euphoria she felt had taken seven pills in her past to feel such a way, instead of the one she had just taken.

Rose looked at Klaus to see he had a worried look upon his face. She gave the slightest smirk and said, "I feel much better now, love. Much, much better. Do you think you could sleep with me on your bed tonight?

Klaus let out a sigh of relief, his facial expression softening. "Of course. Of course I will. Move over a bit, I would like to lie beside you."

Rose moved to the side closest to the wall. She watched Klaus as he stood and removed his undershirt, leaving him in only his black boxer briefs. She felt her ears turn red at the sight of him, and as he crawled into bed beside her she felt a pang of arousal, running down her throat to her stomach and finally residing in her core.

Klaus turned his head to look at her while giving a devilish smirk; his cheeks stained a light shade of pink.

Rose waisted no time. She immediately put her hand to his chest, then slowly caressed her way down to his stomach; stopping to feel his softly defined abs.

Klaus let out a loud moan, then nearly pleaded, "Please, Rose, don't. Please do not torture me with your touch, it is too much for me to handle."

Rose ignored him. She enjoyed teasing him, and had intentions to not let him be tortured for long. She moved her hand lower, going to his navel and tracing the hair with her fingers down to his boxers. She watched as his erection quickly grew in size, and felt her own heat start to throb.

She moved her hand down to his clothed penis, only to have her hand quickly snatched.

"No," Klaus said in a serious tone, his hand going to her chin to lift it to meet his eyes. "Not tonight."

Rose scooted closer to him and leaned her neck up to whisper in his ear, "Please. You can touch me too."

At that Klaus gently grabbed her face and started to kiss her madly. Rose couldn't help but to gasp into his mouth in surprise. He kissed every inch of her face before slowing down. He softly kissed her jawline up to her ear to hoarsely breathe, "Rose, you cannot fathom what you do to me. You will never understand. You are my drug; I am addicted to you. You are a succubus; you have my soul. Now touch me, before I rip your underwear in two, spread your thighs, and fuck you. Not make love, but fuck you; and I cannot control myself in this moment to ensure that I will not hurt you. Touch me, Rose, and do it now."

She felt her whole body flair at his words. He had never spoken to her like that before; had never commanded her to touch him. She couldn't lie to herself, being told to do something had turned her on more than she thought it would.

Truly fearing that he would indeed do what he had just threatened, she quickly grasped his still clothed penis. Klaus moaned softly against her neck. As Rose softly touched him through his boxers Klaus put his hand up her nightshirt, going to her breast and roughly kneading it while having her nipple in between two of his fingers.

Rose let out a loud cry at the feeling. Klaus's hands quickly ran down her torso and to her thigh, which he nudged open. Before his fingers could reach in between her legs and to her underwear Rose nearly shouted, "Wait! I forgot to put another tampon in."

"I don't give a damn," he growled, and began to nip at her neck. "Grasp me tighter, and for goddess sake release me from my boxers. I want your hand around my dick without these damned things in the way."

She felt her heart quicken by the words he uttered so roughly, without a single hint of sweetness in his voice. She did as she was told.

Before she could register what was happening she felt her panties being yanked down to her knees. Klaus hastily inserted two fingers into her opening and began thrusting in and out of her, his thumb going to her clitoris to circle it and softly brush it in turn.

Her chest started to heave compulsively. He was always so careful with her, had always asked first before doing anything. Never in her wildest dreams would she have thought he would touch her so carelessly, so roughly.

"R-Rose," Klaus hoarsely said, his own chest heaving while he panted frantically. "Faster. Please, I beg of you, faster!"

She grasped him tighter and ran her hand up and down his length as fast as she could. He made sounds that she had never heard come from his lips before; sounds so barbaric and hoarse that it made him sound as if he were in pain.

Rose began to feel an intensity build up in her core, knowing her release was only a minute away. Klaus put his fingers deeper inside her and began stroking the wall of her vagina, finding her g-spot. She cried out loudly, then panted, "K-Klaus, y-you're going to m-ma-make me come."

"Look me in the eyes when you do," he commanded, much more softer this time. "I want to watch your beautiful eyes when you come."

Those words were her undoing, and she tried her utmost hardest to keep her eyes on his as her vaginal walls convulsed around his fingers. She couldn't help but to loudly cry out, "Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck, Klaus! Oh goddess be damned, I love you so fucking much!"

Her words were his undoing, and as she continued with her own orgasm she watched as Klaus tightly shut his eyes and let out sounds so loud she feared he'd wake up the whole town. She watched as he violently came all over his stomach and chest. Rose thought his orgasm was over, but was mistaken as more semen continued to squirt from his penis, his orgasm lasting at least a minute and a half.

They both gradually slowed touching one another. Klaus slowly took his fingers out of her, which were covered in her blood; in fact, most of his hand was covered in it. She quickly removed her hand from his member, not sure if he wanted it back in his boxers or not.

Rose had never seen so much semen in her life; he was completely covered in it. She had also never experienced a male orgasm lasting so long.

They both panted, trying to catch their breaths. Rose watched as Klaus looked down at himself, his face turning bright red.

He covered his face with his hand and looked away from her. "I-I'm sorry. I haven't had the chance to—erm—masturbate since you have been here. You must be disgusted."

Rose erupted into a fit of giggles. "No, no, not at all! It's just the most I've ever seen. I would like to lick it all off of—"

He turned his head back to look at her, his brows furrowed and his face still crimson as he cut her off mid sentence, "No. Absolutely not."

"I was joking!" she squeaked.

"Liar. You were not joking."

"Fine, half joking."

Klaus stood, his semen dripping down himself, and said, "I am going to go wash myself off, then we are going to sleep. I'll come back with a washcloth to get the blood off of you. Do you need me to fetch you a tampon?"

"No, I actually have them under the bed. I'll put one in while you're gone."

She waited until Klaus left the room before reaching under the bed to grab a tampon, then quickly inserted it in herself.

It was obvious to Rose that Klaus was angry with himself. Perhaps he felt ashamed by being and talking so roughly to her, or perhaps he was angry for the regular reasons. She really needed to sit down and have a serious chat with him before things escalated even worse.

When Klaus walked back into the room he had a fresh pair of boxers on and a washcloth in his hand. He softly asked her to spread her legs so he could wash the blood from her, then pulled her underwear back up for her. He threw the washcloth into his hamper, then lied down beside her again. He pulled her close so that her head rested on his chest, and she entwined one leg with his.

Klaus kissed her hair, then spoke into it, "I'm so sorry, Rose. I-I didn't intend to be so rough, or to speak to you in such a way. Please, forgive me."

"I...actually kind of liked it. It was hot," she replied. She traced circles with her fingertips on his chest in an attempt to calm him.

"You...liked it?" Rose could hear the perplexity in his voice. "You are so strange, my little seductress. Now sleep, you must be exhausted. That had to of overexert you."

"I won't tell Marian if you don't."

Klaus let out a short chuckle as he pulled the blanket around them. He kissed her hair once more, then whispered, "I love you, Rose. Goodnight, and sweet dreams."

"I love you too, goodnight my love."

Just as she was about to drift off to sleep she felt Klaus's chest heave up and down, and could hear him softly sobbing.

She felt her heart sink into her stomach. She kept her breathing even as to make him believe she was asleep. The sounds of his soft sobs made her heart ache, and she had to hold back tears of her own.

Rose made sure to stay awake until Klaus fell asleep, fearing he would leave the bed and run to his cabinet where he kept his wine. He continued to sob for nearly an hour, and as each minute passed Rose felt her heart break a little more.

After an hour and a half, when she was sure he had cried himself to sleep, she finally allowed herself to drift off as well.

The last thought that crossed her mind before falling asleep was, This cannot go on for much longer.

It will end us.

The pill I am referring to is Xanax. I'm prescribed to them and I used to misuse them, but now that I do not I only need one or two (I'm allotted three a day) to have the same effect that 7 or 8 used to give me. At one point I had gotten up to taking 14 a day. I do not misuse them anymore! For one, you can't remember anything if you take too many, and for two, if I run out I can't leave my house or go to work. Anyway, if you enjoyed this chapter even a little bit please comment! And if you have constructive criticism please be kind. I take criticism very badly.