84I want to thank each and every one of you that read, reviewed, favorited and followed part 1 of this drabble. You guys are unbelievably awesome! I still don't own these characters, and yes I cry about that fact every single day!
I have been working on this second part for a week straight, so I really hope that it's worth the read. This picks right up after the events of part 1 when Klaus witnessed the fight between Caroline and Elena in 4X16 and took Caroline back to his house. This is rated M for content, so if that's not your thing you may want to back out now.
Part 2 - "Into You"
I'm sinking into you, now.
Watch me disappear.
I'm sinking into you, now.
Watch me disappear.
I'm sinking into you, now.
Sweet song...
Watch me sink into you, now.
So much better here. - The Cinematic Orchestra
Klaus had promised to get some blood for Caroline and he'd checked the Mystic Falls hospital and the neighboring Grove Hills trauma center, but both had been relieved of their significant donor supply. He decided to drive an hour out of town to a storage locker and retrieve a supply that he'd stashed for his hybrids, because he no longer needed it for that purpose. On the return trip, he wondered if Caroline had taken him up on his offer to make herself at home. Just the possibility that she may still be there... waiting for him, had him pressing the gas pedal and breaking traffic laws to make it back to her.
When Klaus returned home, he found Caroline asleep in his bed. He could tell that she'd showered, because her delicate scent mixed with the smell of the designer body-wash Rebekah had given him a few months before she moved out. She was lying on her back and he knew that she'd been having a restless sleep, because the sheets were twisted around her lower body. The golden waves of her hair were strewn about his pillows and still a little damp. She'd discarded the little red uniform that scent his pulse racing and pulled on one of his white Henley's that she must have found in his dresser. His blue comforter was straddling her hips, concealing her long legs from his sight.
Klaus took his jacket off and draped it over a nearby chair and then he placed the two blood bags he'd brought upstairs for Caroline on the nightstand and sat down on the bed next to her. He took a moment just to watch her even breathing, in and out. He thought he could merely look at her all day and he knew that his sketch pad would be filled with this one image of her later. The daylight was waning and it would be dark soon enough, but the remaining rays that filtered through his window revealed the light dusting of freckles that adorned her graceful face. Klaus couldn't resist trailing a fingertip across the bridge of her nose and caressing the soft skin there.
Caroline sighed when she imagined the gentle touch across her nose and the plane of her cheek. It brought back the memory of standing in Klaus' bathroom with him before he left. The way his expressive cobalt eyes caressed her in the mirror. His hands on her waist arranging her body. His lips on the nape of her neck distracting her with tender kisses before he pulled the stake from her thigh. His chest pressed against her back with his arm around her waist while she fed from him and the feeling of the pad of his finger as he brushed her lip.
Klaus watched as her breathing changed and her heartbeat increased. He couldn't help notice how her nipples hardened beneath the textured cotton and he bit his lip against the need to feel them beneath his mouth. He clenched his jaw and balled his fists on either side of her when he smelled the beginnings her arousal on the air and before he could force himself to leave her, she whispered his name softly.
"Klaus..." Caroline whimpered as she emerged heavily from her nap. She stirred awake, moving her legs from side to side underneath the crisp sheets warmed from the heat of her body. She flickered her eyes open and thought she was still dreaming about what happened earlier when the first thing she saw was the pristine angles of Klaus' face.
Caroline stared at him for a moment wondering when his striking image would disappear and then she'd know for certain that she was awake. His thick and curly crop of blond hair and the wholly male features of his face mesmerized her. His blue eyes, soft and intent and just a shade darker than her own shadowed beneath the arch of his eye brows and full golden lashes, narrowed in concern. Every time she saw him, she wondered what it would feel like to trail her lips down the stubble-rough lighter gold hair along his jawline.
Instead of Klaus fading from her vision, the way he had so many times upon her waking, he opened his mouth and said her name. "Caroline..." She shuddered slightly at the sound of it and felt one of his hands grip her waist to calm her.
Klaus was more than a little concerned that her eyes seemed so heavy, like she was dreaming. He wondered why she'd whispered his name; wondered what prompted it, but he wouldn't push her. He was merely grateful to find that she hadn't left, that she was still there. He figured she was suffering the effects of the blood loss and decided it was time she fed again.
He kept one hand on her waist and put the other into her hair to cup the back of her head. "I brought you some blood. You need to feed again."
Caroline turned her head into his hand a little as he began to massage her scalp. She closed her eyes again before biting her bottom lip and arching her back. Her reaction to Klaus' soothing caress was so unintentionally wanton that he could barely think anymore.
"Caroline..." She heard him say her name again, his voice was like cotton wool against her sensitized skin and the same shudder coursed through her body as before. She felt his hand fastened to her waist even tighter and before she knew it, she was being pulled up in the bed and propped against Klaus' headboard, his hands leaving her.
"How are you feeling, love?" He asked as he noted that she seemed a bit disoriented with her eyes still closed. He looked at her carefully, saw the lines of strain around her eyes. His fingers itched to smooth over them, to gentle her, take care of her.
"I'm fine, just tired." Her voice sounded strained and unused to her own ears. Caroline opened her eyes again and this time the clear blue of them were focused directly on him.
All she could do was take him in. The width of his shoulders compared to his narrow waist; the outline of his chest peaking through the undone buttons of his shirt; his Adams apple that seemed to go up and down nervously as she studied him and the two beauty marks that graced his fair neck like a constellation leading her home. Caroline's eyes settled on his mouth. His pink lips parted and his tongue darted across his teeth prompting her memory of the brief moment in Elena's living room when his fangs entered the flesh of her neck and the wickedly pleasurable sensation she felt right before his venom entered her body. Her breathing grew rapidly for the second time since she'd opened her eyes and found him sitting by her side and before she could control herself, she felt the veins beneath her eyes appear and her own fangs begin to elongate as she recalled the rapturous taste of his blood on her lips.
Klaus was astounded by the display on Caroline's face and then shocked when she grabbed his hand on the bed as if to anchor herself before the veins receded. He removed his other hand from her waist and thought he heard her sigh at the loss. He grabbed one of the blood bags from the night stand and placed it in her lap. "Here, you need to drink this."
Caroline finally dropped her perusal of him and looked down at her lap. She knew she needed to feed to help clear her head and gain control of her turbulent thoughts, to calm her raging pulse's uncontrollable reactions to him. So she picked up the bag and began to consume the liquid. Her eyes met Klaus' again and she had to grasp a portion of the comforter in her other hand to keep from reaching out and running her fingers through the unruly curls of his hair. After she'd finished half of the first bag, it dawned on her that the blood was her favorite type, B positive.
She pulled the straw part from her mouth and licked her lips before looking down at the hospital information tag. "This is B positive. It's my favorite."
His eyes considered her for a moment before his hand stroked the side of her body absently. "I know."
Caroline didn't know when or how he'd obtained that information or why it surprised her, but she shook her head a little before consuming the remainder of the bag.
As soon as she finished, Klaus took the empty bag from her and tossed it into a trash bin beside his bed. When he reached for the other unopened bag, Caroline grabbed his hand and brought it back to her lap. "Not yet."
His brow furrowed and the look reminded her of what happened between them in the bathroom after he'd removed the last piece of the stake from the back of her thigh. The immediate concern for her she saw in his eyes, before he offered her his wrist. "You really should drink them both, Caroline."
Her name on his lips again caused another involuntary shudder to pierce through Caroline's body and she gasped a little. The sound brought both of Klaus' large hands back to her to brace her. The warmth from his palms heated her skin through the thin cotton. "I'm fine, for now. Thank you." She'd felt much better after drinking from him earlier and after the blood bag he'd given her, she was completely sated.
Klaus wanted her to finish the blood, but he wouldn't force it. He deliberated offering her something else, maybe some Scotch, but she interrupted his thoughts.
"How did you find me?" The thought had been on Caroline's mind since he'd emerged from the trees after Elena had stabbed her in the thigh. She'd convinced herself that she conjured the distinct scent of his, warm and comforting like the guest bed made of cedar at her father's house and spice like the fragrant grass of summer. But he hadn't been a figment of her imagination, he was real. "We're you following me?"
Klaus clenched his jaw and shook his head. "No. I was on the trail of someone else when I caught your familiar scent and I couldn't help wondering what you were doing so far from home."
Caroline couldn't believe how lucky she was that he had been there. She really couldn't say for certain that she would have been able to bring herself to overpower Elena without the threat of Klaus ripping Elena's head off. She'd wanted to avoid hurting her friend at all costs, even if it meant being on the receiving end of Elena's cruel taunts.
When she reflected on the things Elena had said to her, she looked at Klaus with alarm. "You didn't... Did you..." Caroline could feel her cheeks flush slightly and she grabbed his hands, exasperated.
"Did I what?" Klaus was intrigued by the flash of color to her immaculate skin. He noted that she blushed beautifully.
"Did you hear us arguing?" She asked, not looking him in the eyes. She licked her lower lip, and he nearly groaned at the sight of her pink tongue stroking against the deeper rose of her mouth. Her slender hand, adorned with her lapis lazuli ring, pushed her wavy blond locks behind the dainty shell of her ear.
Unable to resist raising one hand to stroke through those silky, tumbled waves, Klaus trailed his hand up from Caroline's waist; up the side of her body; behind her and up her back before delving into her hair again. "You mean, did I hear the things she said to you?"
Her whole body pulsated at the carnal sound of his voice and the touch of his fingers on her scalp, then at the side of her face as he gently pushed her hair back, trying to read her expression. "The things she accused you of?" His voice was low and soft, like a finger of desire tracing the length of her spine.
Caroline tried to suppress the small moan that left her lips, but she failed miserably. "Yes." She all but sighed, and he couldn't miss the breathless edge of her voice in the simple word.
"I heard everything, love." Klaus confessed, and turned her head to meet his eyes again.
The way he was looking at her made her feel like a young deer caught unawares in the sightline of his hungry wolf.
Klaus licked his suddenly dry lips, he couldn't keep his fingers from twisting in the golden strands of her hair or picturing himself taking her mouth beneath his own and showing her just how capable he was of the things Elena taunted her with. He could see every minute reaction she was having to his proximity. How her body was responding to his touch. Her pupils were dilated; her skin was a pale pink all over; her breaths were increasing and he could smell the delicate moisture that had begun to slip between her thighs and he hardened at the thought. Her scent teased his senses, his blood heated at her nearness. She was in his bed; she was practically naked; she was begging him with her body whether she could admit it or not. But she was emotionally wrought over her best friend attacking her and he didn't want to take advantage of that, so he begrudgingly removed his hands and sat back further away from her.
Klaus shook his head, as though pushing aside a dark dream. "As much as I despise Elena right now, I can see how much it hurts you to have experienced her at her worst."
Caroline didn't want to think about Elena at her worst anymore. She wanted to go back to not thinking at all and simply feeling, the way she was before he removed his hands from her body, but her conscience had always been her problem and even more so since she became a vampire.
"Elena was right..." Caroline spoke her thoughts aloud and her eyes unexpectedly filled with tears of frustration.
The appearance of Caroline's tears pulled Klaus back towards her and he gave into the need to touch her again, cupping her cheek in the palm of his hand. "About what, sweetheart?"
She sighed heavily before she confessed. "I do wish that I could turn it off. I've wanted to before. I've tried before, but I can't do it."
"What do you mean you've tried?" Klaus flexed his jaw and his nostrils flared slightly with the information that his beautiful Caroline would try to lose the very thing that set her apart from everyone else around him.
"When I first transitioned, I had a hard time with the bloodlust and Bonnie..." Caroline inhaled a shaky breath, but Klaus' hand on her face urged her on. "Bonnie didn't want to be around me. I felt so... horrible and I wanted to do it, I tried to turn it off, but I couldn't."
Caroline closed her eyes guiltily after her admission and Klaus brought his other hand to her face, imploring her to open them again. When she opened her eyes, there was no judgement or pity reflected in his own, only understanding. "And when my dad died, I... I felt that part of myself, that abyss of nothingness that I wanted to just dive into. There was a numbness to everything and all I wanted to do was focus on the hunger, but I was still physically unable to turn it off."
Klaus began to trail his thumbs across Caroline's cheeks to wipe away the tears she didn't realize had escaped and there was such fascination in his expression. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
She was truly magnificent to him, a sight to behold. "I've only ever known one other vampire who couldn't turn of their humanity..."
"Who?" Caroline was curious, she'd begun to feel like she was alone in her situation.
Klaus held his head to the side for a moment and his own eyes were cloudy with emotion before he spoke again. "My brother Finn. He had a very strong will, you see. A lot like you." His smile was sentimental, his dimples flashed briefly. He took his hand from her cheek and placed it over her heart, the tempo increasing underneath the light pressure of his heated palm. "It takes someone with a strong heart to be able to resist that pull once the emotions get so overwhelming."
His heat, so close to her body, was staggering and she grabbed his wrist that laid across her chest to try to calm herself.
Lowering his voice to an intimate pitch, he spoke quietly, "You don't need to turn off your emotions to feel better, Caroline... to forget. I can help you, sweetheart." And the proposal was out of his mouth and hanging in the air between them before he could take it back.
Caroline knew right away that he wasn't offering to compel her. Klaus was the very embodiment of temptation. He was a fallen angel so alluring, standing before her with a bounty in the palm of his outstretched hand and everything in her wanted to take it. She felt caught in the undertow of their chemistry, she was being pulled into a vortex that she no longer wanted to escape from.
She smoothed a hand up the wall of his chest and felt his muscles flex in reaction before she captured his face. Without looking away from her eyes, Klaus turned his head slightly and pressed a gentle kiss into the center of her palm.
Klaus' blue eyes were so open, more than she had ever seen. There was a vulnerability there, bracing for the sting of her rejection. Caroline's mind went back to when he found her in the forest, his eyes flickering to the gaping wound in her thigh; how he'd apologized to her even though she could see in his eyes that he didn't believe that her heart held any forgiveness for him when that was far from the truth.
She licked her lips and blinked at him. "Help me, Klaus. Help me feel better. Help me forget." She pleaded with him.
Klaus rested his forehead on hers, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath before those ice blue eyes of his were suddenly predatory, causing a tightness in her chest and a shortness in her breathing.
He lost himself for a moment in sultry, erotic visions of what he could be doing to her lithe figure. He wanted her laid out on his bed and spread for him, where he could uncover, explore and investigate all of her sweet little secrets, until he was aching and threatening to explode, learning everything there was to know about her.
Caroline sucked the plump pad of her lower lip through her teeth, and Klaus actually felt his body pulse in response to the action, as something hot and hungry seemed to uncurl inside of him, stretching its claws. The knot of his tightly leashed control unraveled more with every second that passed by.
"Is that really what you want?" Klaus asked before he kissed the tip of her nose; before he trailed kisses down her cheeks along the tracks of her tears, across her jaw to her neck. The feeling of his soft lips against her caused Caroline to arch her body closer to him.
"Yes, Klaus, its what I want. Please..." It was all he needed to hear before he ardently captured her lips with his. Burying his hands in her soft hair once more, he held her for his complete possession of her mouth.
Klaus released a moan as her taste surged through him from that first gentle kiss. He felt himself falling farther into another person than he'd ever imagined possible. Deeper and deeper until feelings, that at first had been wrapped up in lust and hunger and keening physical awareness, began to churn with more emotional want, as if everything inside of him was bleeding together and the raw power of absolute need for Caroline became sharper. More defined. More alive. Something he could all but taste on the air between them; sense through the coursing of his blood and hers. Emotions and desire became tangled into intricate, mesmerizing knots, so that it was difficult to determine one from the other. And he marveled at the strange closeness pulling them together. Closer... and then closer still.
Caroline gripped the collar of his shirt with both of her hands and braced herself for his tender assault. She opened her lips for him and tasted her tongue to the inside of his mouth.
Klaus relished in the feel of Caroline's plush lips, pliant beneath his. He kissed her thoroughly, establishing his complete ownership of her mouth, of her body and soul. Her tongue tangled with his before her teeth pulled his bottom lip into her mouth unexpectedly and she began to suck on it. She was provoking him and she didn't even know it. Klaus needed to gain control of the kiss, so he pulled his lip back and then proceeded to nip away at hers.
Caroline writhed against him, burrowing her hands into his hair and kissing him even more fervently. She could feel her nipples tightening into painful points at the tips of her breasts and the slow, wet heat growing between her thighs. The warmth of the comforter began to stifle her and she pushed it away from her legs wanting to feel his whole body in contact with hers.
His hands roamed over her body, enjoying her curves and the small breathless noises she made in the back of her throat when he cupped her breasts over his shirt and twisted her erect nipples, which made her thrash and moan against him.
Klaus shifted himself in between her bare legs and she wrapped the long limbs, that haunted his dreams, around his waist pulling him down fully on top of her. His hands pushed up the Henley across her stomach and he stroked her there teasingly. He relinquished her mouth at last and then his lips were traveling down her neck again.
He reached up and slid one of his hands beneath the thin shirt pushing it up and baring her breasts and her jutting nipples, already hardened by need and desire.
Her pale skin was creamy against the fading light, her softly rounded inner thighs and the curves of her breasts looked succulent to him and she flushed prettily under his gaze. He kissed a trail down Caroline's neck to her shoulders, his mouth was hot and moist on her flesh. He paid special attention to the hollow of her throat and the curves of her breasts.
"Coral, a lovely color. I would have guessed more pink. Surprises are a wonderful thing." He commented hotly as he drank in the sight of her bared breasts. They were high and full, and her coral-colored nipples were drawn tight and calling for his mouth.
Klaus bent his head and enclosed his lips around one of her nipples and teased it with his tongue for a moment before sucking it into his mouth. She thought she'd go insane with wanting before he finally put his lush mouth on her and suckled. She cried out and thrust her breasts up to meet him. She arched her back even more, loving the feel of his wet mouth and hot tongue as he made maddening swirls around each of her nipples. The delicious sensation of his mouth on her bare flesh pushed everything out of Caroline's mind. She buried her fingers in his thick, blond hair once again, pulling him towards her, thrusting forward to get more of her breast in his mouth. Klaus pulled the shirt completely from Carolin'e body, quickly returning the contact of his mouth at her breast. The intensity of his suckling was shooting little sparks of heat to her center, already wet and hot from his drugging kisses and the feel of him pressing her down onto his bed.
Kissing his way to her other breast, he tasted her other delectable nipple. He scraped the edge of his teeth across the sensitive tip, with his stubble brushing sensuously across her chest. His mouth on her was superheated. It was more than him tasting her, it felt as if he was bringing a piece of her into himself. White-hot pleasure shot straight to her core. Each draw of his mouth against her nipple created a corresponding throb of her clit. She could almost come just from the feel of it and just as the thought entered her mind, her body answered her with an orgasm so swift and so sudden she cried out in blissful agony as her body trembled from the force of it.
Klaus was pleased at the pink hue of her skin all over following her orgasm, so much so, he was determined to give her another one. He kissed the sensitive tips of her breasts again and the sound she made when she sighed was a song he'd replay in his mind until the end of time. He kissed his way along the delicate flesh of her throat until he reached her ear.
"How is your thigh feeling, Caroline? Are you all healed?" He whispered seductively before pulling her lobe between his teeth and nibbling delicately.
Caroline moaned and her body twisted beneath his, her pelvis grinding against the hardest part of him.
Klaus grabbed both of Caroline's thighs and pulled them from around his waist pushing them apart on the bed. Down his mouth kissed, over her ribs, his tongue flicked over the soft skin there where her body had been thrown against the tree. Pushing her thighs even further apart, he looked up into her face for a long moment before he slid down the bed and his face was between her legs.
He kissed her right thigh tenderly, in the exact spot where the stake entered her body. He kissed and kissed and trailed his tongue across the now mended flesh as if he was marking her, claiming her. The sensation of his tongue on her thigh sent tremors through her entire being. His mouth continued to mark a path from her right thigh across the very center of the wet crotch of her red shorts to her left thigh where he spent the same amount of time kissing and searing her skin with his skilled lips and tongue.
Her breath was coming in hot little gasps now, her heart beating more rapidly than ever. She couldn't keep her body still, the anticipation of his mouth on her bare flesh, his tongue lapping at her with the same attention he'd given her breasts made her sigh his name on a plea. "Klaus..."
His name on her lips called him to action and he pulled the tiny red shorts, that concealed her from him, over her hips; down her body and off, discarding them on the floor. Klaus had to close his eyes briefly to control himself at the first glimpse of her glistening so wet for him.
Caroline felt him parting the outer lips of her center, exposing her soft, pink inner core to his probing gaze. She could feel his breath on her, hot and eager, as he leaned forward to take a closer look. Her exposed clit throbbed with need. She was utterly bare, completely open to him and the growl that came from the back of his throat upon seeing her made her even more slippery and ready.
"I've fantasized about how pretty you would be here, slick and swollen for me. But you're even more beautiful than I could have ever imagined." His words, the cadence of his voice and his accent, held her transfixed until he took a first long lick. Her hips bucked and she gasped.
"So sweet," he murmured and then Caroline felt his mouth on her again. His tongue, wet and hot and demanding entered her, filled her, pressed inside of her in a way that made her want to scream.
She thrashed against him, unable to hold still, but his hands clamped down on her hips like an iron vise, holding her in place. He took his time, delving into her, exploring her wet depths as though he had all the time in the world. She cried out. She couldn't help it, as he built her desire, pushed her higher and higher towards a peak.
"I'm going to remember your taste for the rest of my existence." His voice was deep and rough, his words echoed inside of her, shattering her self-control and she cried out once more, begging him. "Please... please, Klaus." Her hands found his head, her fingers threaded through the sun-kissed softness of his hair, holding him to her.
Using his thumbs, he opened her again to his gaze. He used one thumb to slowly circle her opening, easing just barely inside, teasing her. He pulled her clit between his lips once more and it hardened under his tongue. He could spend hours there, tasting her, finding his way through every fold and dip. He feasted on her body and her fevered response to him. So soft and wet.
"You're so bewitching, Caroline —so sensual. You were made for this, made for me." Her clit was a plump berry against Klaus' tongue. He drew the edge of his teeth across it as he slipped one finger and then two inside of her. The way Caroline clutched at him and panted his name over and over and over made him throb against his jeans and the mattress beneath him, aching to be inside of her. But right then, more than anything else, he wanted to make her come again. And judging by the way she writhed beneath him, making soft sounds of need and desire, she wanted that too, needed it even. Sucking her clit in between his lips, the tip of his tongue flicked it quick and featherlight, rapidly as he hooked his fingers, stroking them over her a sweet spot inside of her.
"Stop holding back, Caroline, give into it. Do whatever you need to do." Klaus demanded of her.
Caroline gripped his hair tightly and wrapped one leg around his shoulder. She began to grind her dripping center up and down against his tongue as she gave into the rising tension. Her core was hurtling toward an apex unlike any she'd ever experienced before. Caroline felt Klaus begin to hum against her and the sound of him enjoying the taste of her pushed her over the edge and her body tightened in anticipation.
Klaus quickly memorized the rhythm of her grinding, up and down, against his tongue so he could repeat it with his own body inside of her with his hands gripping her hips against his own.
"Yes, Klaus. Just like that, please," she pleaded and he complied. "Don't stop, god, what you're doing, don't stop." His mouth on her was heaven. Wet against wet, his tongue sliding over her and into her, pushing her into a place where her muscles trembled deep inside of her.
"That's it, Caroline. Come for me, sweetheart. Come on my tongue." Tremors moved along her nerves at the way he spoke, in that soft yet masterful voice. Her body was poised to fly apart. Beads of perspiration followed her hairline and a sheen of sweat glistened on her skin.
He made love to her with his mouth. The intensity of that; the ramifications of that frightened her, but did not halt the freight train of her climax from slamming into her at full speed. She clamped her thighs over his ears as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her. She arched her back with a cry on her lips and her fingers twisted almost to the point of pain in his hair as she held his head to her as his name came from her lips in a hoarse whisper.
Caroline collapsed against the bed thoroughly spent. She felt like she could sleep for the next four days straight and she still wouldn't have recovered from the sensual assault she'd suffered at Klaus' capable hands. She pulled his body on top of her exhaustedly and kissed him. She tasted herself on his lips and her body shook from the combined flavor of his mouth mixed with her orgasm. His tongue toyed with hers briefly before he pulled back and pressed a light kiss to her pouting lips and she whimpered at his retreat.
Klaus pressed another kiss to Caroline's forehead before bringing the comforter back across her now naked body. "You need to get some rest, Caroline." He soothed her.
Klaus had known from the start that what he felt for Caroline was unprecedented, but now he understood its permanence upon his soul, and the fear of destroying it became a tangible thing. When she started to breathe deeply as she succumbed to sleep, Klaus pulled himself away from her and left her in his bed. He needed the space to allow himself to think about what happened between them.
So I hope this was worth the wait. This is my first attempt at a continuation of any of my drabbles. As much as I enjoy writing smut, I hope I was successful in conveying the emotional aspects. Please leave me a review and let me know what you think ;)