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Caroline Forbes (23)

former miss mystic falls. likes her bourbon neat. determined, loyal, and will plan the best date you've ever had.

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[ his back hits the wall and it takes everything he has not to let her strip the wolf out of him when she removes his vest. it's probably a good thing that his face is buried in her skin and she can't see his eyes. can't see the many ways that he's coming unhinged when he tries to be so composed. he can feel her fingers making quick work of the buttons on the front of his shirt. he won't be angry if she pops a few. it doesn't seem the right place for words, not yet, so he actually does just that and yanks the rest of his shirt open for her. they're not expensive, he can buy another. he wants her hands on his bare skin too badly to care for niceties as he tosses it to the side.

once that's settled, he doesn't give her much time to enjoy looking at him because he's preoccupied with pulling her flush against him again, with his hands on the backs of her thighs, raising her up slightly so he can kiss the swells of her breasts. he should be pulling down the zipper on the back of her dress and getting her out of her skin tight dress but it seems almost more satisfying to ease his grip on her, to let her sink back to her feet. he's not pushing her away but he is meeting Caroline's gaze when his thumbs brush the hem of her yellow dress upwards, over her thighs if she doesn't stop him. he doesn't want to destroy her dress, after all, but he's pretty okay with ruining her panties. ]

[ she lets out an excited breath when she hears the sound of ripping fabric and buttons colliding with the wall, the floor and wherever else they land. her own desire claws at her, ferocious and unyielding, filling her with a hasty need for more. her hands aren't shy about claiming the newly bared skin for their own fun, her hands smoothing up the hard planes of his torso. he moves then, body glided by the low light of his apartment, a silent predator, his arms gathering her up against him, his mouth tracing along the curves of her breasts just above her suddenly-too-tight dress. hot. hungry. dominant.

all's fair in love and war she might say later, when she has a chance to catch her breath. her panties are not a concern for her at all, not right now. after all, he'd so willingly destroyed his own shirt for the sake of speed. her hands leave his chest for a moment, still lost in the heat his mouth coaxes from her skin, moving to help tug her dress up her thighs, hitching it upward. if she thought he could, she'd tell him to rip the dress off of her, like some dime store smut novel instead, she murmurs just by his ear--] Do it. [ she doesn't care what it is, but she's coaxing him into action, whatever he's aiming to do, she wants him to do it.]

[ he growls. there's no concealing it. the animalistic edge isn't entirely absent from the sound but at least it isn't full blown. it's hot—watching her hitch her dress up. he helps her shove it up to her hips (or as high as the fabric will give) and drops to his knees in front of her at her command. do it, she says and it sets him ablaze. he likes following orders, true, but he likes fulfilling them even more.

Dyson presses his lips to the tops of her thighs, slides his lips to the innermost part of her thighs and repeats the same process on the other leg. he knows full well that they're past teasing which is why he hooks his fingers in the waistband of her panties and starts to pull them off. she can grab his shoulders or wind a hand in his hair and yank him closer. he obviously has no qualms with that since he's looking up at her heatedly. testing her control and daring her. he wants to taste her as much as she wants him to touch her.

he doesn't stand a chance holding out. before she's finished stepping out of them, he presses two fingers against her—wants to feel how wet she is or how excited he can make her. his jeans already feel too constricting but he'd deal with his zipper digging into his dick all night if it means getting her off with his tongue. whether she grabs him or not, he dips his head down to rub his tongue around her clit and keeps his fingers pressed against her firmly because he wants her thinking about him inside of her. ]

[ he gets what he wants. she's not gentle in the way she grabs at him the moment he sinks to his knees before her. the sight of it (and the growl that preceded it) sends a flare of heat up her spine, making her shiver as her fingers move to tangle into his hair. she doesn't have the patience to let him tease, not right now.

so even if he didn't move on from the teasing presses of his lips to her legs, she would have done all she could to make him move along. as it is, he's doing that on his own, tugging her thong down and then, without hesitation, slipping his fingers between her thighs to find slick, heated skin.

her heart races, pounds sending blood and heat racing to the surface of her skin, making her flush.

scooting forward, just a little, she moves to widen her thighs a bit more when he dips his head between them. her grip tightens on his hair--] Yeah, just like that. [ the moment his tongue met her clit, the effect is electric, making her gasp as every muscle in her body tense, her back arch, already reaching for release. her breath hitches when his fingers slide and press against her, her entire body taut with tension, with the need for release.]

Mmmh, [ he groans against her and it rumbles through him, echoing her soft breaths. her fingernails scrape the back of his head ( not hard but unyielding ) and they secure him in place, persuade him to slip his middle finger into her folds as she spreads her thighs open wider. he traces a line up and down inside her, slides his finger slowly against her without quite going past his knuckle. he doesn't want to break the rhythm they have going, even as he closes his lips around her clit and sucks, applying light pressure briefly. never too much to overwhelm her and leave her too sensitive. but probably not enough to satisfy her either, he wants her hanging on that edge.

the scent of her arousal has him inhaling deeply, his own heart thumping frantically in his chest from the thrill of this—them. and god, she tastes divine. Dyson doesn't want this to end, doesn't want to go back to reality and what's waiting for them when this is over. he won't mind if she reaches her peak right there, or in ten minutes, but he hopes she doesn't mind coming more than once because he wants her trembling; wants to watch at least once when it happens. not now, not when he's zeroed in on pressing the flat of his tongue against her and licking a path as close to his own fingers as he can get and back up to where he started. he's about three seconds away from putting her knee over his shoulder but he hasn't made it that far yet. ]

[ there's nothing hotter than a man who doesn't hesitate when going down on a woman, especially when he knows what he's doing. okay, yes, it's a little frustrating, the way he teases her, the way his mouth only applies a light pressure, the way he only slips one finger in, half way.

she whimpers softly in protest, her head falling back with a few panting breaths, one of which morphs into a laugh.] You tease-- [ she mumbles even as her body's starting to react, one of her hands moving from his hair to press against the wall behind him for balance as she starts to curl over him, trying to urge him closer, deeper, to give her more.

it's hot. his facial hair tickles her in the best away and his tongue is hot enough to make her tremble but it's not enough, not even as she tries to rock into his mouth and touch, now that she's balanced herself better.]

[ he wants to laugh with her to join in on the joke, except that means pulling back or pausing his ministrations and neither one of them is prepared for that. if Caroline wants him to speed things along and give her more, then all she has to do is ask. as much as he as every instinct to grab her by the waist and hoist her up around his hips as he stands, he wants the experience they’re sharing to be good ( whether it’s the first or the last time. ) being half-mad with passion is the fun of it, after all.

when she finds her footing and steadies herself with her palm on the wall behind him, he can’t resist running his hand down her thigh and hooking her knee over his shoulder to attempt to throw out her equilibrium. Dyson wants to keep her guessing and he doesn’t want her to catch her breath, though, she’s welcome to try. he takes a moment to kiss her inner thigh and to take advantage of how much more of her body is exposed to him before he joins a second finger with the first and slides them into her, curls them only slightly inside of her and matches the pace she’s setting with her hips.

Dyson exhales hotly upon her skin, almost overcome by the sight of her alone and returns his mouth to her. this time a little more frenzied — faster to match her gasps, harder to pair with the way she’s rubbing herself on his face. he alternates between flicking his tongue against her clit and pressing the flat of it down and licking small and large circles around it, trying to figure out what she responds to the most. ]

[ caroline has never had a problem with being bossy, even in bed. there's nothing wrong with giving direction, at least not in her mind. but for now, she's more interested in seeing where he wants to take this, to see how goes about things even if she feels a little impatient.

however that ends a moment later when he pulls her closer, throwing her off footing and forcing her grip at him a little harder, gasping out. and before she complain or even make a teasing comment, his fingers press inside of her, moving at the pace she'd been seeking out. ]

Yeah-- Dyson... [ she murmurs out, sounding both pleased and breathless, her lips curving in a self-satisfied smirk, her head falling forward, being free with every sound she makes, happy to let him ear just how good it feels, especially once his mouth joins in on the action. he gets the best reaction when he uses the quick stroke of his tongue in conjunction with his fingers.

the perks of being a vampire is having heightened senses and well, she'd been responsive before, now that she's a vampire, it's a hundred times more true. with one hand steadying on his head, the other curls against the wall before she starts to slap it a little.] God, yeah, right there. How-- [ she lets out a laugh.] How am I already so close?

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