Can you write something where Caroline is a photographer and Klaus is an artist and he kinda becomes a muse for her. Smutty, if possible? ;P

Here you go! I kinda deviated a bit but I hope you like it! :)

This is a bit long for a drabble but I hope you like it anyway. 

I’m sorry if I got a little too graphic. I’m stuck in a drought at the moment as my boyfriend is away at college so please excuse me. 

This isn’t for the faint hearted, so if you cannot handle explicit themes, please don’t read it. 

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This was big. He had been a part of various other art shows but this was by far the biggest one. There were so many recognizable faces in the crowd, ones that had graced glossy pages of magazines. The rich and famous were here to look at his art work, among many others’. It had taken months for his agent to convince him to be a part of it and he was glad he had agreed.

He looked about the room at all the well dressed woman baring too much cleavage and flaunting shimmering jewels which were probably presents from their cheating husbands. He looked them up and down, admiring their tastes and their delectable bodies, when his eyes landed on a jewel in the dust.

Dressed in a simple black dress she looked better than anyone else in the room. The dress tapered down to her knees, making her legs look longer and leaner. His gaze traveled upwards to the conservative rounded neckline and sleeves that were embellished with faux crystals that glittered under the expensive lights. Her hair was pulled back at the nape of her neck in a twist, a few tendrils hung by her face. She looked professional, yet like a goddess. When she turned around, his breath caught at the slit that ran along the seam at the back of her dress, all the way up to her mid thigh. He caught a peek at her creamy thighs every time she moved her legs.

He was beside her within seconds, placing his palm against her lower back, drawing her attention away from the friendly, elderly couple she was talking with.

“Do you mind if I steal her?” he butted into the conversation, earning a glare from beautiful blonde.

“Sure.” The gentleman said politely. Goodbyes were said and the couple moved to socialize with other people.

“Are you the reporter covering my pieces?” he asked as he led her to the bar.

She smiled, bringing his attention to the camera she held in her hands. “Actually I’m covering your buyers. Elle wants to know what the rich and botoxed wear to such shindigs.”

“I think you look better than any other woman in this room.” He said huskily as he smirked at her.

 “I’m Klaus.” He said, holding out his hand for her to shake.

“I know who you are,” she said with a sly smile. “I’m Caroline.” She placed her small hand in his. He raised her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles softly, his eyes glued to hers. She smiled back at him, trying her hardest to not show him how much that simple action affected her. She pulled her hand out of his and moved closer to him slowly, her hips swaying just the right amount to drive any man insane. His hands grasped her hips on their own accord.

“Would you like to dance?” he asked, holding out his hand and gesturing to the couple dancing.

She shook her head with a smile and leaned forward, too close to his ear. “I’m in the mood for something else. How about we get better acquainted in the back room?” She said huskily. “I know it’s empty and I’ve been dying to lounge on that beautiful couch.” She lightly bit his jaw, stubble and all. She stepped back, a giggle playing on her lips as she took him in. His arousal was evident in his blue eyes which were darker than ever.

“You’ve got something around here.” She said, gesturing to his jaw where she had toyed with him. There was a tiny hint of red lipstick on his skin. “Might want to clean up before you get home to your wife.” Her eyes swept over his wedding band on his left hand.

“She won’t mind.” He said with a smirk as she began to walk away. “You know where to find me.” She called out over her shoulder seductively.

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what does kland mean? ö.ö

Kland is the act of self-pleasuring done by Klaus and his enormous hands.

He uses his tears that he cries in TO to lube up his enormous shlong and reach climax all by his self.

Kland is a desperate sort of love brought on by a millennium of loneliness.

Only his wifey and his rippah can impede on this love.

But mostly, they love to watch.