Her skin glowed in the morning light, pinks and creams refracting out and begging the artist's hands to capture the color of her skin. Klaus rested his head on her hip, letting his hands trace from her shoulder down to the small of her back her skin sating the artist's craving.
He could feel the steady rise and fall of her chest, as his hands explored her. There in the laziness of the moment Klaus identified Caroline's taste. From her sweet fresh scent to pastels of her flesh and the light on her face she was spring itself.
Caroline rolled onto her back robbing Klaus of his pillow, waking when she realized his head was resting on across her stomach. Blinking rapidly she gave him a doe-eyed look, still trying to wake from her sleep. Klaus watched the light around her magnify everything about her and smirked to himself-yes, she was most definitely the image of spring
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Klaroline Drabbles
FanfictionJust some random one shots I found on tumblr, most/all having to do with Klaroline ( all rights go to the writers, I didn't write these) [complete]
