A/N I had sort of assumed that after so long adding the final chapter or two to this was a bit pointless but i've had a flurry of reviews and this chapter was alomost done si i thought i may as well.

Sorry for leaving it so long, i got stuck then it just felt too later. Only an epiloguge after this so i should finally finish it

Un-betad it felt too cheeky to hit up gargsleywoof after all this time

Chapter 10

"Say it now," she insists. "Be brave right now. Tell me what I am risking everything for."

The hand on her neck tightens and he moves still closer into her space as he brings his free hand up to flatten her curls against her temple. "I love you, Caroline."

She soars. She feels as if she's been lifted up by her chest and launched like a kite high into the air. As she rides the warm thermals of his gaze, she hears her own mind chanting yes yes yes.

Until this moment she hadn't realised how much she's yearned for this. She'd known of course that she wanted him. Known too that she was a little lost in the fantasy of his redemption but she hadn't realised quite how much she wanted him to love her.

The moment is long and intense but the joy of flying is greater and her face breaks into a bright, liberated, smile. He smiles back, no he grins, showing teeth and dimples and eyes that are luminescent with happiness.

They should kiss she thinks or say something, but they're both just standing there smiling like love struck fools and she wouldn't change this goofy awkward moment for any of the epic Gone with The Wind fantasies of her youth. He loves her, he's pretty much the devil and yet he is capable of loving her. She's never felt so special or so powerful. Nor so powerfully committed to anything as she is to the work ahead. Because, yes, she sees work ahead; this is no happy ever after, this is the first step on what will be a gruelling and challenging journey.

She sees clearly how it will be. How badly and how often he'll fail. How much she'll want to walk away from him and the pain she knows being with him will bring when he stumbles. When the monster he has become is too angry or too scared to be contained.

Eventually she shakes her head and gives a little rueful laugh. "Oh god. I am so going to regret this." Her eyes flash to the ceiling and she hears him chuckle and levels him with a mock pained look. "I mean like every day; I'm going to regret this every day."

He grins even wider. "Well then I'll just have to make it up to you." He licks his lips and she mirrors the movement with heat rushing to her cheeks, the reaction making him smirk and his eyes sparkle mischievously as he leans a little closer. "Every day."

"Hmmm" she hums and reaches around his neck. How strange to be at once so aware of the troubles to come and so at ease, so undaunted. But that's them she thinks, impossible and yet so very right. "I like the sound of that."

He kisses her, finally, and it's unlike any they've shared before. The ever-burning passion between them circles patiently on the outskirts of these kisses, confident that it's time will come. This kiss is not desire, nor even is it love, though that dances close by too. This kiss is a promise; it is the sealing of a pact.

He breaks the kiss and presses his forehead firmly against hers. "I love you," he says again in a rough determined whisper. Her heart loops the loop at his words, rises then falls suddenly at the realisation that she's once again asking for more than she can give; has outright demanded from him words she's nowhere near ready to say in return.

He reads her thoughts and when she tries to look away takes her chin and holds her eyes. "I'm a patient man Caroline," he says and smiles a small quiet smile. "I can wait quite literally forever."

She feels unease on her own face and he firmly strokes a thumb over her cheekbone and his smile turns teasing. "Come sweetheart, only weeks ago you were bargain your fantasies for a chance to be rid of me. I'd say I'm making good enough progress."

"Actually," she bites her lip, slipping happily back into comfortable flirting. "I was thinking we should really update that deal."

"Is that so love?" he steps slightly back to regard her and lifts an eyebrow. "Consider my interest piqued."

"So instead of I tell you one of my dirty thoughts and you leave me alone" She moves back in close and trails a finger down the side of his neck and across his chest until it reaches his heart where she flattens her palm against him. "How about, you don't leave me alone and I tell you all of them?"

He growls and his hands grasp her waist pulling her hips hard against his. His mouth finds hers and she parts her lips and welcomes him inside with a bold sweep of her tongue.

"Tell me one now" he orders in a rough commanding voice when he breaks the kiss and she smirks at him.

"Oooh bossy," she teases. "And what if in my fantasy I'm the one giving the orders"

His eyes darken with arousal at the words and she realises how much that turns him on. Powerful he most certainly is, controlling definitely, but it seems at least part of him likes the idea of her taking charge.

The realisation makes her feel bold. "What if" she continues huskily. "In my fantasy I want you doing exactly what you're told?"

He groans, "Then command me, my Queen"

She tips her head, going for a haughty regal effect, offering her throat for him to kiss. The feel of his lips on the soft skin there makes her belly buzz with an aching desire.

She lets him lay kisses from her ear to her collarbone and back again before she orders. "Undress me" in what she hopes is a sexily commanding tone.

His fingers reach in eager obedience for the button of her blouse. "Slowly," she stops him with a sharp crack of her voice

"Yes, my love," he whispers and looks at her with needy appreciative eyes.

She just lifts an eyebrow and watches him as he slowly undoes the first few buttons. Her breasts tingle with the need to be touched and part of her wants to press herself, greedy and gasping, against him. But staying in character is actually sort of thrilling and her pussy is already soaking with anticipation.

"Touch me," she commands when her shirt slips from her shoulders. "I want your hands on me"

He complies and when he removes her bra and cups her breast, she fights back a helpless groan of desire. Anticipation pulses in time with her heart making her throb with the promise of pleasure.

He's laying wet kisses on her shoulder, nipping and sucking as his hands work her breasts and it feels fantastic, but she's hungry for more so she curls the fingers of her right hand in his hair and yanks his head back. "Kiss me"

It reminds her of the day before when he'd held her head and kissed her so deeply, she'd barely been able to think. This time she controls the kiss. Uses her hand in his hair to tilt his head so that she can kiss him without titling her own.

He groans at the subtle display of dominance and she thinks whatever she's doing she must be getting it right. She feels confident and sexy as she tilts his head still further so she can whisper huskily in his ear. "Kneel"

He gives a rasping exhale and turns his eyes to hers. He looks hungrier than she's ever seen him and she thinks he must have wanted to do this to her for a long time. Looking down it's all she can do not to squeak at the sight of him kneeling before her, his hands hover over the button of her denim shorts waiting for her permission, her command.

She purses her lips and nods and he strips off her shorts, running his hands up and down her smooth legs as he does. His touch is lingering and seductive and when his thumb brushes the inside of her thigh, only millimetres from her pussy, she does give a small involuntary squeak of desire and she sees his lips twitch into a smile at the sound.

She smiles back and their eyes dance playfully for a moment before she takes up the game again. "Take off your shirt," she orders and he does, exposing inked skin and sinewy muscle. God he's gorgeous. She's seen him shirtless quite a bit recently but like this, on his knees at her feet with his hair ruffled and that tangle of dark beads contrasting against the pale skin of his throat she thinks she's never seen him looks more enticing.

"Tell me what you want my love," he prompts and she realises with a blush that she'd been lost in contemplating him a little too long.

She runs her bare foot up the side of his body and hooks her leg over his shoulder, keeping her eyes locked on his until he can't resist breaking the connection to let his gaze fall on her glistening pussy as she opens herself up to him.

She angles her hips a little towards him, "I want your mouth on me Klaus"

He closes his eyes as he runs his tongue along her slit, groaning at the taste of her and she moans softly and lets her head fall back against the wall. She's been fantasising about this for a long time. What had Elena goaded her with? "All the dirty thoughts" she has about Klaus. Well screw Elena, screw anyone who wants to shame her for this, for finally getting what she wants.

Klaus sucks briefly, roughly, on her clit and she gasps and bucks against him. He teases her until her body tenses with pleasure and her centre aches for him.

"Klaus please" she gasps and he smirks against her briefly then draws back and shakes his head.

"Tell me what you want"

She's still just a little shy of vocalising everything she wants. But, back when her lust for him scared her more than it thrilled her, she used to fantasise about this so she embraces the role with a tingle of anticipation.

"Your fingers, I want them inside me while you work my pussy with your mouth."

He obeys with a muffled moan as his mouth finds her again and the feel of his fingers dancing around her entrance makes her buzz. When he slips two fingers inside her she hums her appreciation. "That's it, good boy"

The praise makes him groan again and she leans to her side propping herself awkwardly against the sideboard so that her eyes can travel down his body to where his erection presses against his jeans. She'd have thought she'd be too embarrassed to go this far in her fantasy but she finds that the sensations he's creating in her body have the same effect as too much liquor, they make her bold and loosening her tongue.

"I want to see you," she demands huskily.

He deftly undoes the buttons one handed and pushes his jeans down far enough that she can see his hard cock. "Fuck," she whispers to herself at the sight of him and leans even further over so she can see him clearly.

Her fingers curl in his hair and she presses him harder against her as she begins to move rhythmically against his mouth. "Fuck," she swears again as the thrumming pleasure in her centre starts to spread out making her body clench and unclench as she grinds herself against his mouth. "Fuck you're good"

He works her even harder in response, pumps his fingers into her and sucks hard on her clit, flicking it with his tongue. "Touch yourself" she gasps.

He doesn't respond immediately so she makes it an order. "Touch yourself. Make yourself come in your hand while you bring me off with your tongue"

He complies with a deep rumbling groan and the sight of his hand wrapping around himself brings her to the edge of orgasm. "Look at you" she whispers to herself as she drinks in the erotic sight of him. "Oh God"

Her belly feels like a volcano on the point of eruption, fire churning in its depths, making her pant and gasp. "God Klaus" she cries as he curls his fingers inside her and speeds up the rhythm of his tongue flicking over her buzzing clit. Her muscles tighten, "Klaus I'm coming, oh god, fuck I'm coming". He sucks on her clit suddenly and she shamelessly grunts and gasps out her release as she comes hard, grinding herself uncaringly against his mouth. He comes too and the sight of his seamen spurting over his own hand sends aftershocks of release shooting almost painfully into the depths of her belly.

"My turn" he growls as he stands and spins her around so she's braced against the wall. He worms knee in between hers and uses it to spread her trembling legs as he brushes her hair aside so he can kiss her shoulder. She whimpers, half sated half expectant, and he leans in to whisper in her ear. "Have you imagined it like this Caroline?"

"Yes"

"As have I. Like this I can touch every inch of you while I take you. I can weigh those pretty tits in my hands," as he speaks, he runs his hands from her waist to her breasts and fondles them gently for a few moments before running his palms back down to her hips to pull her roughly against him. "Or dig my fingers into the luscious curve of your lovely bottom while I push inside you"

She mumbles an incoherent plea and he smiles against her shoulder. "Glorious Caroline," he whispers into her skin. "Commanding me one moment and begging the next, you undo me my love."

She turns her head awkwardly to kiss him over her shoulder and feels his erection press insistently against her bare buttocks. She has fought against this, fought it and longed for it for so long, that to have him like this, without reserve, feels like a trip into her own fantasies.

She whimpers out a plea and pushes back towards him just as his phone starts ringing loudly from the pocket of his discarded jacket. Moments later hers joins in in a discordant duet of shrill insistent buzzing.

"Crap" she mutters and he groans and drops his forehead to her shoulder.

"This better be life or bloody death," he mutters as he moves away from her and buttons his jeans

"I'll kill someone if it's not," she snarls and he flashes a grin at her frustration.

She silences her phone and he answer's his. Elena is gone it seems, fleeing the threat of his compulsion and the Salvatores are seeking volunteers for what is either a kidnap or a rescue depending on your point of view.

"Go with Stefan," she tells him after he hangs up and at his sceptical look she scoffs. "Hello. He's human now remember, it's not like he can take Elena anymore." He opens his mouth but she cuts him off. "And don't even try to pretend that you wouldn't care if he got eaten."

He rolls his eyes but his silence is all the concession she needs, so she smiles at him as she pulls on her blouse. "Go help Stefan, I'll try and keep Damon from screwing up as usual."

Hours later she watches Klaus roughly toss her friend into the cell in the Salvatore's basement. "Do not let her out or I will personally feed you your liver" he tells Damon and the threat sounds anything but empty.

"Klaus-" Stefan begins but the hybrid interrupts him.

"Stefan," Klaus' tone is more patient with his old friend. "Elena is a vampire she can stand a day or two's discomfort. Keep her here until I can compel her. Rest now, you'll have your answers soon enough"

As Klaus turns to leave, she moves with him and he gives her a quizzical look but keeps silent till they're out of the boarding house. "Not too subtle Caroline," he says, attempting to sound casual but just coming across as guarded. "The Salvatores will be on to our secret"

"Hey" she slaps his arm. "Caroline Forbes is no one's dirty little secret. Least of all yours"

"Apologies sweetheart, I'd rather assumed you'd be less than keen on, what's the phrase? going public"

"Yeah well a bit late for hiding in the closet Klaus. I am fully out. Well apart from my mom, that might take some working up too"

He chuckles. "I'd imagine so, fierce woman the sheriff"

"I should check in with her" she wants to be dissuaded, wants to get back to where they'd left of earlier.

"Of course," he agrees then seems to notice the disappointment tug at her face. "However, I do have a favour to ask my love."

She swallows at the low tone of his voice, the gleam in his eye, there is something about the way he wants her that turns her body to jelly and her brain to mush. "Yeah?"

"Indeed," he pulls her close and she can feel how hard he is for her. "Once you've seen to your mother you will put on those charming little pyjamas you once described to me. You will lie in your bed and give in to all those dirty thoughts. Speak my name as you do, I still wish very much to hear it"

She makes a small murmur of agreement then suddenly turns on him. "You'll hear me? What are you planning to lurk in the garden like a stalker?"

He doesn't seem to take her words either as an accusation or a joke. He kisses her neck and murmurs in her ear. "Just know I will hear you Caroline. When you move your hand over your own breasts, I will hear the slide of skin over cotton. I'll hear your breath quicken and your sheets rustle. I'll hear the wet sound of your fingers exploring that glorious cunt of yours." He runs a hand up inside her tiny denim shorts and slips a finger under her panties. "Always so wet and eager," he praises. "I can't wait to hear your fingers working this lovely pussy."

"Klaus"

"Think of me while you do it" he continues. "Breath my name as if my fingers are the ones on your body. Let me hear you cum with my name on your lips hmm. Will you do that for me, my beautiful Caroline?"

"Yes"

He smiles slowly and then he's gone faster than the eye can see. "Fuck" she whispers to herself, already pulsing with excitement at the thought of it.

Her mother's worry is almost as obvious as her exhaustion and it's not long before Liz goes to bed and she finds herself looking out of her bedroom window reaching her senses into the night for him.

She can't hear or smell him but she's confident that he's within earshot as she turns and changes into her shorts and cami. She stands briefly in the window, hoping he'll see her before closing the curtains and reclining on the bed. The promise of his voyeurism already has her body taught with excitement and when she runs her hand over her breast, she thrills at the soft scrape of her nails against the fabric of her cami.

She murmurs his name into the stillness as her fingers find the waistband of her shorts. "Hmm," she moans wondering if she should be giving some kind of commentary but decides against it in favour of a more authentic performance.

She does feel like a performer, or perhaps an exhibit. Something wondrous on display, to be observed and enjoyed. She starts to move her fingers, focusing on the wet sounds of her exploration. God if anyone had told her a few weeks ago that these awkward squelching sounds would be so erotic she'd have curled her lip in disgust. But now with the thought of him listening in the silence of the night, supernatural senses focused only on her and every moan, shuffle, whimper and slup of her pleasure.

She thinks of him earlier on his knees before her, of how he'd looked with his cock in his hand, how powerful she'd felt with him at her feet, almost deified by his adoration.

"Klaus" she breaths as the pleasure builds and she works her fingers noisily against her clit.

The images of him, real and imagined bounce about in her mind, unfocused and ultimately unsatisfying. "Klaus" she growls under her breath. "Shit, I need… shit"

She feels her orgasm rise and receded, escaping her again and grunts in frustration. Then the air moves and she knows he's here. She keeps her eyes closed and goes limp on the bed.

She can hear his breath, bated, drowned out by her pants, but undeniably present in the room. Her heart pounds fiercely against her rib cage and her pussy throbs with renewed excitement.

Slowly she lets her legs drop open on the bed and, without opening her eyes, she pushes her top up to expose her breast. Then she runs a hand over each in turn, squeezing and slowly stroking the pert nipples.

A breathy exhale tells her she has his attention. She grasps one breast firmly in each hand and squeeze them together then she runs both hands down her belly and over her covered pussy pulling her loose shorts aside with one hand and slipping a finger of the other between her folds.

"Caroline" he whispers as if he had no choice but breath her name. She arches her back a little in response, pressing against her own hand for a moment before throwing her arms back above her head and opening her eyes. He's standing at the foot of her bed, looking delicious with his white Henley and greedy eyes.

"Klaus" she replies in an equally soft voice and beckons him to her. He flows to her and strips off his shirt before crawling up the bed, laying kisses on her thighs and waist as he goes. At her breasts he stops and drops his head to kiss and suck her taught nipples, flicking them with his tongue and making her belly clench with electric shocks of desire.

Impatiently she pushes down her shorts and wiggles out of them, then reaches for his button as he kisses her neck and uses her foot to help push his jeans off.

"Caroline?" he questions unwillingly and she squirms her hips so he's at her entrance. "Your mother-"

"We can be quiet" she murmurs and he frowns reminding her that this is foreign to him, a thousand-year-old monster making hushed love to a teenage girl so as not to wake her mother. It's more than a little ridiculous even to her.

So, she tips her hips and draws him in to her throbbing pussy, groaning quietly at the exquisite feel of having him inside her. "Hmmmm" she moans and finds his mouth with her own, kissing him deeply, lips languid, tongue probing. He has, she thinks, the most incredible mouth. His lips are full and soft and his tongue is hot and supple against hers, stroking and exploring her mouth with a delightful balance of skill and eagerness.

After what seems like an age of stillness, he begins to move slowly inside her, each slide deep and measured, all but silent and yet she's hyper aware of the slight rustle of the sheets, the barely audible creak of bedsprings.

There's something about the silence, the secrecy that heightens the excitement, makes her breathing shallow and loud in her own ears as he lays whispered kisses on her throat and nibbles her ear. His hands when they start to explore are unfamiliar in their gentleness as he runs his palms lightly over the smooth skin of her thighs and explores the swell and dip of her hips and waist. The touch brushes lightly over her breasts and through her hair, across her cheek and she floats. The world falls away and all there is him, his breath, his touch, his love, pouring from his skin to wash over hers like a baptism.

"Klaus," she gasps when they cum together and he's praying her name into the skin of her throat.

There are tears in her eyes when he draws back to look into her eyes but he must see the happiness behind them because he smiles softly and rolls them so they're side by side arms and legs tangled and her head on his chest. He doesn't say 'I love you' she suspects he'll be pretty sparing with those three words. It's fine, the tremble in his breath as he kisses the top of his head says more than enough.