They find the camera ten minutes after checking into the hotel room. It's pointed very deliberately at the bed. Either someone doesn't believe their cover as cheating spouses who care less about the documents they're carrying around than about a dirty weekend together, or someone just likes to watch
( ... )
Calling, Caroline feels, would indicate a certain level of... commitment. If she doesn't call, then if she doesn't set foot on the plane, if she never leaves the airport, if she walks aimlessly around the French Quarter without ever seeing his face... it's not chickening out. It's just a whim that she indulged. Or didn't indulge. Whatever.
She wants Klaus, that's for damn sure, but it's such a terrible idea. Like, Caroline is one hundred percent sure that she should turn around and go back to Mystic Falls, to deal with the ever-present chaos there. It's the smart thing to do. The safe thing to do.
But she can't stop thinking about the way Klaus kissed her.
No, that's not right. She kissed him, she started that whole bout of scandalous sex, and what Caroline wants more than anything is another round or two. She wants it enough that she flew to freaking New Orleans for a booty call. Well, it would
( ... )
what you need, Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes/Mary Morstan, missionkarlamartinovaFebruary 3 2014, 20:31:49 UTC
Full story here because 400 characters, seriously ;)
When he opens the button on her pants, she smiles. She was lying to herself, she really didn’t have any clue to what he would do. It was just another thing that made him interesting.
“Let me,” Sherlock continues and his voice has raspy quality that makes her shiver. She shivers again when he slips his hand inside, travels over her belly to her clit. One soft stroke and Mary closes her eyes, lets the wall support her. Soon she feels his other hand on her hip, pushing her pants slightly down. His breath on her head, his fingers spreading inside her underwear and suddenly she’s glad she had enough time to take a shower before she followed him.
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She doesn't call.
Calling, Caroline feels, would indicate a certain level of... commitment. If she doesn't call, then if she doesn't set foot on the plane, if she never leaves the airport, if she walks aimlessly around the French Quarter without ever seeing his face... it's not chickening out. It's just a whim that she indulged. Or didn't indulge. Whatever.
She wants Klaus, that's for damn sure, but it's such a terrible idea. Like, Caroline is one hundred percent sure that she should turn around and go back to Mystic Falls, to deal with the ever-present chaos there. It's the smart thing to do. The safe thing to do.
But she can't stop thinking about the way Klaus kissed her.
No, that's not right. She kissed him, she started that whole bout of scandalous sex, and what Caroline wants more than anything is another round or two. She wants it enough that she flew to freaking New Orleans for a booty call. Well, it would ( ... )
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This was hot but also sad, kinda like Klaroline.
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When he opens the button on her pants, she smiles. She was lying to herself, she really didn’t have any clue to what he would do. It was just another thing that made him interesting.
“Let me,” Sherlock continues and his voice has raspy quality that makes her shiver. She shivers again when he slips his hand inside, travels over her belly to her clit. One soft stroke and Mary closes her eyes, lets the wall support her. Soon she feels his other hand on her hip, pushing her pants slightly down. His breath on her head, his fingers spreading inside her underwear and suddenly she’s glad she had enough time to take a shower before she followed him.
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