Chapter 3

~ Warning: Smutty content ~

It was early sunrise. Soft beams of light drifted through the small airplane window and illuminated Caroline's sleeping form. Her fair hair was slightly frizzy from being brushed with nothing but her fingers, but all the while flowing down her head and framing her pink-cheeked face. Her complexion was beaming, yet her body was slumped messily in the small, faded economy seat of the airplane. She had been marvelling at the view out of the window and had fallen into a deep sleep on Klaus' shoulder as he stroked the knots out of her hair.

The couple had spent hours fooling about in the lake underneath the waterfall, enjoying the privacy of their natural surroundings. They had kissed and laughed and kissed some more, sunbathed on the rocks, shared ideas of where they wanted to travel. They held each other close and their breathing quietly harmonised as they watched a nest of bird's eggs hatch. They took it in turns jumping into the body of water, eventually starting to become more playful - pushing each other in and always ending the landing with a deep, hard kiss and tight hold on each other's bodies when they had settled in the water.

One of these kisses had led Klaus to huskily whisper in Caroline's ear, "I want you."

It made her shudder in a good way, a wash of sexual tension tightening her muscles and a hot throbbing sensation swarm in between her legs. Something about Klaus' deep voice rattled her insides and made her head spin, the idea of him, with his strong form and power dominating her...

She became overwhelmed with craving and pounced on him, locking her lips with his, snaking her tongue into his mouth and grasping tightly on to his firm body.

He rested his hands on her waist, squeezing her as they shared their kiss. He felt himself becoming harder as she wrapped her legs around his hips and began to press her body against him in her desperate need for friction.

He teased her, rubbing himself against her slowly, a small moan emanating from her lips and sending more heat down his body.

He had become completely besotted with her allure, his arousal almost beyond his control now.

He had bathed her with his tongue, leaving Caroline basking in her pleasure, his teasing hands driving her crazy. Penetration was effortless, as they both ached with desire. As they moved together, Caroline's fingers scratched at his back and as she moaned for more Klaus thrust himself deeper inside of her, cradling her face, hair and curves as he become lost inside her tight, wet body. They finished breathless, with a mind numbing and intense orgasmic release for the both of them.

They lay down next to each other on the bank of the lake afterwards, the sun kissing their skin as they watched each other. Klaus drank in her firm breasts, her nipples shining from the water, her wet hair limp over her shoulders. Her eyes were gleaming and her smile was bright. He snaked his arms around her and pulled her into his chest. The blood in his veins buzzed from his release, his skin was warm from the sun and he was comforted from her touch.

They hardly spoke. They didn't need to.

After they had retrieved their clothes from the cabin, they began to plan their trip to England, and headed for the nearest airport.

The airport was buzzing with energy. People rushed around with their bags, children laughing, crying and throwing tantrums. Business men and women dashed past with their suitcases and laptop bags, talking quickly into their iPhones. Lone travellers sat by themselves, entranced in the music their headphones were blasting into their ears as they waited for their plane.

Klaus bought Caroline a coffee and they sat next to each other, hand in hand, waiting for their plane to arrive. They spoke about their childhoods. Klaus was sensitive to his memories as a child, anything good was tainted by the abuse of his Father. However, as they spoke, Caroline managed to gently pry into his brain, pulling out the happiest of memories he had repressed deep in his mind. He found himself smiling and laughing with her, her smile radiating this positive energy that made him warm inside. Her smile - it gave him such hope.

A game of rock, paper scissors determined who got to sit next to the window on the plane. Klaus won. However, Caroline spent more time looking out of the window than he did.

A few hours into their flight, before she had fallen asleep, she'd commented on how beautiful the colours of the sunrise were. She wished she had had her phone so she could take a photograph and look back on it. Klaus promised her she'd see it again.

Caroline woke up suddenly to the smell of chocolate, her eyes adjusting as she jolted backwards.

"Morning, sleepyhead." Klaus smirked, as Caroline registered the stick of chocolate that was lodged under her nose.

"Thanks..." She muttered, taking the chocolate bar from his hands and taking a bite.

The soft, sweet taste hugged her taste buds. "Mmm, this is so good. I forgot how much I love chocolate."

"It woke you up really good, I must say." He chuckled and threw his arm around her.

She nodded as she finished the bar, licking the remnants of it off of her slender fingers.

"Have we almost landed? How long have I been asleep?"

"Most of the flight. You sleep a lot."

She rolled her eyes and sat up straight, stretching her legs out as far as she could in front of her and groaning.

"It's won't be too long now." He smiled gently and rested his free hand on her thigh and squeezed.

Her stomach flipped as she grinned up at him. His stubble was becoming more prominent. It suited him, she concluded after a small debate inside her head. His teeth gleamed under the warm light streaming through the window.

Klaus had now run his hand up her body and was holding her hand, squeezing gently and stroking his thumb up and down her skin. His eyes were gazing over her, drinking in the fair coloured hair that framed her face so perfectly, highlighting her dazzling features. Her eyes were sparkling and her skin, radiating. All he could think about was how she was going to love all that England had to offer. He wanted to show her the big city of London, the small villages hidden in the country, he wanted to take her to all the hidden gems around Britain - To the edge of Scotland at John o'Groats, to Land's End in Cornwall, and all in between. Everything.

He wanted to walk her through forests and moors, he wanted to take her to historic castles and eat fish and chips with her on the beach. And this was just the UK - he wanted to show her everything, the rest of the world. He had never felt so charged; ready for an adventure to open her eyes to the beauty of the Earth, and ready for some self-discovery. He was going to allow his feelings for Caroline to unlock the most painful parts of him, he was going to feel everything that he needed to feel to be complete for her, to be good for her. The moment in the airport where, for the first time in centuries he was able to open up and talk casually about what he considers some of the darkest times of his life - he felt like he had changed. How a young woman was able to make him comfortable within himself was something wild to him. Something beyond belief. It had happened, though. She was real, and she was here and she was with him.

And now, he wanted nothing but her happiness.

For the next hour as they began their descent, she was quiet and gazed outside, leaning on Klaus' shoulder, watching the ground come closer and closer. Klaus tickled her hand until he heard a quiet giggle, before pulling her face towards his and pecking her lips. Startled at first, she smiled at the surprise kiss, watching his eyes glimmer before kissing his lips hard again.

"Are you ready to see the world, love?" He whispered.

She laughed, hitting his arm. "You're so...cliche."

"I think you mean charming."

They continued exchanging sweet talk and soft kisses as the plane glided down the runway.

They stayed sat in their seats playing with each others hands, immersed in each other's eyes as the other people left the plane. Once all of the passengers had left, Klaus helped Caroline out of her seat and escorted her off of the plane.

The sudden, cold breeze made Caroline shudder and Klaus wrapped his arm around her waist.

He just couldn't seem to leave her alone.

Once they had left the airport, they took a taxi into London and went for dinner at a small seafood restaurant. It was a beautiful little building hidden away amongst vintage clothing and art shops. Klaus has marvelled about this place to her and she understood why. Thick wooden beams with intricate carvings structured the room, artwork of pastel shades contrasted the deep brown colours of the woods and sets of different sized candles were dotted around them, two were between Klaus and Caroline, and they ate slowly as the flames flickered soft light over their features.

They walked around the streets for a little while, and came across a dainty Bed and Breakfast hotel with vacancies. They decided to stay the night and explore the big city some more tomorrow, once they had overcome their jet lag.

It was a small room, with a double bed generously covered in sheets with floral print designs, curtains that matched, and small, white pieces of furniture, including a desk, bedside table and wardrobe. The ensuite bathroom was slightly more modern, still small. It was all very clean and very cute. Caroline was at ease, comfortable, and got underneath the bedsheets. She wriggled out of her clothes and kicked them on to the floor and snuggled down, inhaling the scent of the fresh linen. She sighed.

She was so full from her meal, all she wanted was to feel Klaus' arms around her.

"Be my big spoon?" She muttered, pulling her hair into a round bun on the top of her head.

"You're already tired? You slept most of the plane journey." He shrugged his jacket off and peeled off his shirt, turning around to look at her.

"No, I just want to be spooned." She giggled and blushed, hiding her face under the sheets.

He watched her silently for a moment.

She appeared from under the duvet and bit her lip. Caroline loved his eyes on her.

All of the anxieties she had faced from this trip melted away completely at the moment. She could feel the doubts in the back of her mind disintegrating into nothing. She looked up at him, his eyes pouring into hers.

She slowly sat up, watching his eyes still intensely drinking her in.

She slowly unclipped her bra and dropped it gently on to the floor, never once breaking eye contact with her lover.

They were like that for a moment. Just watching each other, waiting for the other to make the first move. Who would break first?

Klaus' facial expression changed, his face tightening into a desire fuelled smirk.

He groaned and jumped on to the bed, and cupped her face in his hands, kissing her lips hard. She pulled his jeans off of him and dragged him closer, her body fueled by lust. She wanted him, now, tonight, tomorrow, next week - constantly. The way he kissed her made her body ache with desire, his touch sent rushes of craving through her veins. The way he cooed at her, teased her, made her appetite for him so desperate she'd do anything for her fix of his sex. She was greedy, she wanted all of him to herself forever.

Forever was a concept to her that was real, and she wanted forever, but she wanted forever with Klaus - The way he played with her body, drenched her with compliments made her thirst for him.

She grasped at his back and pulled him on top of her as he kissed her deeply, gliding his hands over her breasts and down her hips. She felt over his toned chest and moaned as he lowered his weight on to her, she was aching for him, her hunger was becoming overwhelming as he entered her. She held on to him tightly, feeling her heart warm as she stared into his eyes. She adored his bedroom eyes. She adored his body and the way it fitted so perfectly next to and on top of hers. She adored his voice and how he could just make her melt with a single word. She adored his laugh, his smile and how he made her insides squirm with that brash smirk.

And she adored him, his spirit and who he was. It terrified her more than anything to admit that she loved him and had always loved him, despite his past and how he had hurt her friends, she loved him.

She loved him.

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