Summer Love.
A drabble - in which Matt and Rebekah decide to make their summer getaway a little more…sexy.
It had been almost a month. A month of Rebekah and Matt traveling around Europe and not a damn thing had happened. They’d held hands a little, kissed here and there, but every time Rebekah had tried to make a real sexual advance towards the human boy, he’d shook it off and distracted their focus onto something else.
If she didn’t know any better she’d say that he was avoiding having sex with her and it was making her more and more frustrated every day. She knew that their little road trip wasn’t about sexing it up all over the world, but she liked Matt, actually liked him, and she was hoping that they would act on that more.
She sighed as she sat on the bed of their hotel room and looked out of the window. They were in Paris now, the City of Love.
“Some love I’m getting,” Rebekah said with a sigh. She curled up, pulling her knees towards her face to rest her chin on them.
They were going to be in Paris for one more day after tonight and they left the Eiffel Tower for last. They had planned to try and see it tonight, but it was late and Matt was tired from all of the travel. She had to remember that he was a human and sometimes his pace would not match her own.
She heard the shower turn off and an idea struck her. He would probably walk out of the bathroom in a towel and that was already half of the work that needed to be done.
She scrambled off of the bed and undressed quickly, pulling her hair down from its ponytail. Her long, blonde locks fell down her back in waves and she moved to stand in front of the bed, nude and unembarrassed.
Matt dried himself off and realized he had been too tired to remember to grab some clothes so that he could change in the bathroom. He was trying his best to hold back his urges for Rebekah on their trip. He was having an amazing time with her and he didn’t want it to turn into a sexfest trip. He liked her, oh yeah he liked her…she was beautiful, and actually quite funny, and saucy, and smart. He never regretted for a second the decision to come on this trip with her. It had been one of the best ideas he’d ever had and he was glad it wasn’t over yet.
He took a deep breath and ran a hand through his damp hair, wrapping the towel around his waist. He opened the door to the bathroom and tried to go straight to where he knew he’d left his bag but his eyes fell to Rebekah…who was naked and standing in front of the bed.
“I, um,” he stuttered, his eyes unable to look anywhere else besides at the glorious form in front of him. “I forgot to bring clothes into the bathroom.”
“I see that,” Rebekah said as she watched droplets of water travel down his chest. She licked her lips. “I wasn’t in the mood for clothes myself.”
“I see that,” he echoed, watching the way she was staring at him. He knew his eyes must mirror the same thing. “What are we going to do about that?”
Rebekah shrugged. “Oh, I have a few ideas. My favorite one involves you losing that towel and coming over here.”
Rescue Me
Chapter 22: The End
It was strange, how in the course of a few weeks, things could change so drastically.
Caroline had come back to Mystic Falls full of trepidation and fear. She’d come back, fully expecting the wrath of a town. Fully expecting to be forced away or ridiculed or a million other scenarios that ended in her certainty that she would never be able to call the little Virginia town “home” again.
She honestly never thought she’d be glad things didn’t turn out like she planned.(x)
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THAT’S A WRAP! THE LAST CHAPTER! Oh my gosh, I can’t believe it! Writing this fic has been such an amazing experience for me and I have loved every minute of it.
Special shout outs to everyone who’s made me a graphic for this fic (Olivia, Kate, Amanda, Swinty, Katie, Mel, Becky, Meg, Flora), and an amazing hugs and kisses shout out to Katie for being the best beta to ever beta in all the land.
I may or may not have cried writing this chapter.
Silas!Klaus + Caroline smut as requested by Katie.The warning here should be obvious.
After the day she had, Caroline was finding it impossible to sleep. Instead she lay tossing and turning in her bed, letting out the occasional sigh of frustration. By all accounts, she should be grateful. Her mom had survived her near brush with death. Elena’s humanity was back. All things considered, the day could have gone a lot worse. Caroline was exhausted but every time she shut her eyes, she found herself transported back to that spot in the woods. She couldn’t close her eyes for five seconds without seeing him.
Caroline had just let out another sigh and closed her eyes again, praying for sleep, when the soft sound of the hardwood floor creaking had her shooting up in bed. Sitting now, her hand reached out to turn on the bedside lamp. Sucking in a breath she didn’t need, Caroline took in the figure standing in her doorway.
Klaroline drabble: Caroline calls Klaus for help when she’s running from Silas
She couldn’t reach her mom. She couldn’t reach Bonnie. No matter how often he called. She looked over her shoulder, her car screeching on the pavement as she tried to keep it in a steady line. Her heartbeat was racing. Fear, cold, dreadful, core-shaking fear raced through her.
Adrenalin, it was adrenalin.
Oh god, he was probably still behind her. He could appear anywhere. She couldn’t even run.
Oh god, oh god what am I supposed to do? Oh god
Silas was after her, he would kill her, how could she trust anyone she met not to be him?
Klaus. He’d been Klaus.
For a moment there she’d really been afraid he’d kill her.
The fucking stake.
Klaus, she could call Klaus.
She ripped up her phone, frantically searching the number. Finally she found it, pressing call while the car once again almost hit the railing.
Oh god, please pick up, please, please, please, somebody pick up now.
Thankfully he did, after the first ring.
“Caroline,” he said and she barely registered the obvious delight in his voice, the fear numbing down everything else.
“Oh, thank god! You have to help me! Silas! Silas is after me, I don’t know what to do, I-“
“Where are you?” His voice was stony, but she could hear the panic in it.
Had this half finished lying around for a while now and finally took the time to finish it. Sorry it took me so long, Becky. I hope it is to your liking.
Where Words Fail by a-little-blonde-distraction
Summary: Niklaus Mikaelson is one of the hottest rockstars out there, but he’s none too pleased that he’s being forced to tour with Caroline Forbes, an up-and-coming rockstar, and her band. He’s even less pleased when he learns that he’s going to be filling in for her lead guitarist in tonight’s performance.
(Rated M for Smutty Smut and Language)
The One Where They Give in to Her
Next one in my Klefaroline series. Part One (present day), Part Two (year one), Part Three (year seven), Part Four (present day). Smut warning. Dedicated to Kristen because I can’t with this OT3 without thinking of her. Also, I started this way back at the start of season four so ignore any inconsistencies.
Year Twelve
Standing in his studio painting, Klaus felt more than saw Caroline enter the room. It was her scent that drifted in first, that sweet smell teasing his nostrils. Then the soft clicking sound of her heels on the hardwood floors of the hallway sifted in. A moment later her presence filled the room like only Caroline could do.
“Hello, love.” Klaus said without turning away from his painting. He was trying to perfect the exact curve of Caroline’s hip and after working on this nude portrait all morning, if he turned around to see the real deal standing there Klaus would likely forfeit his work in favor of dragging her up the stairs to their bedroom.
“Here I thought you were just another victim in my morning breakfast run,” he continued, ignoring her feeble attempts at trying to find something to protect herself with. “But that Recall…”
Caroline ignored him as she picked up a metal fire teaser from an iron hold in the far corner; she aimed the pointed side at him, her hands shaking violently.
“There’s no need for that sweetheart,” Klaus said, motioning that she should drop the weapon. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
Although Caroline could see the ‘yet’ hidden behind his eyes, as they raked over her dirt stained body.
“You already did,” Caroline hissed, keeping the weapon pointed at him.
“Yes well,” Klaus said, smiling. “That was before I knew who you were.”
Caroline paused, slightly lowering the metal fire teaser, as she narrowed her eyes at him.
“Who am I?” She asked, curiosity getting the best of her.
Thanks to hybridlovelies for the graphic!
File Under: Fics that are a far more interesting version of TVD than actual TVD.
“Rebekah,” came a soft voice, causing her to turn around. She was walking through the woods, on her way from Niklaus’ mansion and heading towards the Grill. She told April she would meet her there but she was running late and didn’t know how much longer the human girl would wait for her.
She wrapped her scarf tighter around her neck and continued walking, telling herself it was just the wind.
“Rebekah,” the voice came again a few moments later and she stopped walking, her hands on her hips.
“Alright, this isn’t funny…Niklaus, come out and stop being annoying!”
No one appeared before her and she rolled her eyes. Was her brother really so bored that he couldn’t leave her al-
“Rebekah.”
“Okay, I’m going to tear your -” she started to say but then stopped when she finally saw a figure appear from behind a gathering of trees. She blinked a few times, knowing she had to be hallucinating. “No, this…this isn’t happening.”
“Of course it’s happening. I am here. I have found you.”
Rebekah swallowed and watched as Alexander approached closer and closer, looking exactly the way she remembered him. A breeze rolled by causing his long hair to blow across his shoulders.
“How…how are you here? How is this possible?” she asked, keeping her distance. She wasn’t sure what kind of trick this was because she knew for a fact that he was dead.
“Magic makes a lot of things possible,” he replied, shrugging his shoulders slowly. “What’s happened to you, Rebekah? Why have you allowed yourself to be in the place you are today? I’ve watched you every day for centuries and you continue to live in misery.”
Rebekah frowned. What business was it of his how she decided to live her eternal life? “What are you talking about?”
He smirked. “I’m talking about how you continue to be a doormat for every man in your life. Have you honestly never learned from your mistakes?”
She crossed her arms over her chest. “Centuries of not seeing each other and this is the first thing you want to talk about?”
“Of course. What else would there be to…oh, you think…” He laughed softly and shook his head. “You may have known how to bed a man well, my dear, and perhaps there were fleeting moments of affection between you and I…but, I never loved you, Rebekah.”
Rebekah clenched her jaw at his words, choosing not to believe them. It was a lie, it had to be a lie. “I don’t believe -“
“Believe it. I’m a honest man to the core, I wouldn’t make this up as some cruel joke.”
Rebekah nodded her head once, hoping her face wasn’t deceiving her and the emotions running through her. She’d thought what she had with him was real, the realest thing she’d had with a man throughout all of her years of living. But, with her luck as it be, it seemed she was being played yet again.
“How do I know this is you and not some trick from Silas?”
“Well, because you’ve been off worrying about matters that are less important, you’ve failed to realize that the veil between this world and the other side has been dropped. I am the real Alexander.”
Again, Rebekah nodded her head once. “I see. Well, thanks for coming all the way over here to crush my dreams. If you still have a chance, I’m sure your other past lovers would love to see you for a chat.” She turned around to walk away from him, knowing that if she didn’t he would see her cry and she didn’t want to give him any more satisfaction.
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“Hey,” Matt said as he walked up to the bar at the Grill and greeted the bartender. “I’m here for my paycheck.”
“Oh, that’s right, you have to pay property taxes on the Lockwood Mansion now. Better ask for a raise,” a blonde at the end of the bar said to him, and Matt knew that he would know that sarcastic sass anywhere.
“Hello, Rebekah. Nice to see you drunk, as always.”
“Oh, bugger off, Donovan. I don’t need your perfect existence boasting in my face right now.”
“Perfect existence?” Matt echoed, rolling his eyes. He walked over and sat down on the stool next to her and grabbed her bottle of tequila, setting it back behind the bar. “I guess you don’t know me very well then, Rebekah, if that’s what you think.”
“It’s bloody true. You don’t have brothers who don’t care about you, you don’t keep having failed relationships. You have a small, simple life and I would kill, literally, to have an ounce of that.” She tried to reach for the bottle but he swatted her hand away.
“Simple life? I have anything but a simple life. I have to work my ass off just to support myself, I have to worry about school because yes, I am considering going to college…I’ve been almost killed more times than I can count. One of my best friends is dead, the other has been run out of town. My sister is dead, my mom is God know’s where. All of my friends are vampires or witches or whatever else, and sometimes I find it hard to even get out of bed. But, I have to, because if I don’t…then what has all of the pain and suffering been for?”
Rebekah listened to him as he spoke and sighed, not realizing that while Matt was blissfully human, he had anything but an ordinary life. “Did you know that the veil has been dropped?”
He shook his head. “No, I didn’t. How do you know?”
“I saw my former love…the one from way back in the day. He was a member of the Five, that’s how we knew about Connor and…Jeremy,” she said. “He told me…he told me he never loved me. I was going to spend my life with him. We were going to get married in this church in Italy and I had our entire life planned out.”
Matt was quiet for a moment not really knowing what to say. “I’m sorry, that he didn’t love you. I know that that stuff is important to you.”
“Stuff? Love is not stuff, Matt Donovan,” she gruffed, shoving him in his shoulder. “Love is the most beautiful thing in the world. I crave it more than anything and for centuries it has eluded me. I’ll never be in love.”
Matt laughed softly, gaining a glare from Rebekah. “What? I’m sorry, you just sound so dramatic. You’re going to live forever, I’m sure love will come your way with the right guy and the right time.”
“Have you ever been in love?”
Matt thought for a minute. The only real relationships he’d had had been with Elena and Caroline. “I don’t know. Ask me later.” The bartender came back with his check and he thanked him, getting up from his seat. “You gonna be okay getting home?”
Rebekah looked at him and saw the genuine concern flickering in his eyes. “Yes. Thanks, Matt.”
“Anytime. And cheer up. The right guy will come along when you least expect it,” he whispered as he leaned down close to her ear and kissed her cheek softly.
Rebekah watched as he walked out of the bar and turned to the bartender, ordering a water.
Rescue Me
Chapter 20
“What about Klaus?”
There was flinch behind her mask at the mention of his name. A short millisecond when her brave smile faltered, and sadness weighed heavy in her eyes. A millisecond when her breath stopped, and her stance wavered.
A millisecond was all it took for Stefan to see just how hard Caroline had fallen.
Her blue eyes blinked, extinguishing the brief glance of vulnerability, and then she was turning away, reaching for his folded jacket that was draped across the chair. “What about him?”
And now she was dodging, in typical Caroline fashion.
“Have you talked to him?” he asked, slipping his hands into the pockets of his trousers as he watched her fingers smooth out a nonexistent wrinkle in the sleeve of his jacket. Her lips parted, revealing her gritted teeth, and his view of her profile let him see the way her eyes closed briefly as she took a calming breath.
She shook her head after a moment. “Nope,” she said, turning back to him with his jacket draped across her arms. “Not since our disastrous blowout the other day. And I honestly can’t blame him. If someone had told me the horrible things I said to him, I’d hate me too.” She sighed, shrugging her shoulders. “Anyway, Klaus and I are not important today. Today is about you and Rebekah, and this wonderful thing you two are about to do. So, there will be no more talk about Tyler or Klaus or anything else, unless it somehow involves you, Rebekah, or little Caroline Jr.” She laughed when Stefan grinned—a smile that seemed to stretch across his whole face at the mention of his impending fatherhood—and she wondered how Rebekah could ever doubt his happiness at their unexpected pregnancy.
She smiled as she held out his jacket, standing on her tiptoes to straighten the collar as he slipped his arms through the sleeves. Her hands brushed across his shoulder, her lips turning up into a satisfied smile, before she took a step back, cocking her head when he turned back around. “Well, well, Mr. Salvatore. Aren’t you just the dashing groom?”
(x)
*ahem* Someone familiar makes a cameo in this chapter. Sometimes it frightens me just how well my tumblr friends know me ;)
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