"Nik! Can you do anything right?!"

"What have I done now, little sister?" Klaus rolled his eyes, Rebekah was such a drama queen, he had probably just put his plate in the dishwasher wrong, or something.

"When I said, 'can you please get my apricot coat from the coat check' last night, I meant the apricot one. You got me peach, Nik. PEACH. Do you know what that means?"

"What does it mean?" Klaus asked patronisingly, exasperated by his sister's histrionics.

"It means, Nik, that you picked up someone else's coat. Not mine. My purse was in my coat, my ID was in my coat, my notebook with all my designs was in my coat."

"Oh," Klaus said lamely. How was he meant to know the difference between apricot and peach, they were both a pale orange, weren't they?

"Yes, oh. You are going to fix this. And I am going to go shopping. And I am taking your credit card, seeing as someone lost my purse." Klaus sat there bemusedly as Rebekah stomped up the stairs, coming down completely ready ten minutes later.

Why the hell couldn't she get ready that fast when they were supposed to be going out somewhere?

Rebekah made a great show of pulling his American Express Black card out of his wallet, before turning her narrowed eyes onto him. "That coat was $600, a one of a kind, and how you could mix it up with this thing is completely beyond me. You will fix this, Nik; by the time I get home. And if you don't," Rebekah put her most intimidating voice on, drawing herself up to her full height, so she was looming over Klaus as he sat on the couch, "I will have your guts for garters."

It wasn't that Klaus was scared of his sister; it was just that sometimes, when she got that look in her eye, Klaus almost believed that she could actually follow through with her threats. And she was getting married soon, and needed a garter…. Plus, he hated it when his sister was upset because of something he had done, even if it was an accident.

Rebekah left slamming the doors behind her.

Klaus rolled his eyes again; his eyes really were getting a work out that morning. God, Rebekah was a drama queen.

Klaus jumped up and rifled through the pockets of the offending coat, and groaned realising that, unlike Bekah, this girl didn't leave things in her pockets. The only things he found in it were a Band-Aid, which seemed to have a picture of Cinderella on it, and a tube of raspberry lip-gloss.

Rolling his eyes some more, could this girl get any girlier, Klaus made the decision to go back to the hall where the function had been held last night.

He was half way through getting ready when the doorbell rang.

"For God's sake," Klaus grumbled to himself.

Could this day get any more inconvenient?

xxx

"What's this?"

"It's your coat, Care, Elena really appreciated you lending it to her."

"This isn't my coat, Stefan."

"Yes, it is…"

"No, it's not. This is apricot, mine was peach."

"What's the difference?"

"What's the difference? The difference is, Stefan, that this isn't my coat! When I lend you my things I expect them back? I don't even know you could mix mine up with the thing."

"I'm sorry, Care. I didn't mean to. Elena was a little bit more tipsy than she should have been so I picked up our coats, I must have just grabbed the wrong one," Stefan said, looking apologetic.

"Yeah, Saint Elena needs help, so Stefan forsakes his best friend to help her. That's a story I haven't heard before. Not!" Caroline said angrily. She knew she shouldn't be angry with him; it was an honest mistake, probably one that hundreds of guys made on a regular basis. But it was the principle of the thing. Elena had begged Stefan to ask Caroline if she could borrow the coat ("it's just one night, Care. What's the worst that could happen?") and then they had promptly lost it. And it was an expensive coat. AND it had been a really long time since she and Tyler broke up, some could say she was frustrated.

"Caroline, you're being dramatic. It's just a coat," Stefan said patiently.

"Whatever, Stefan. It's just a coat," she waved her arms hysterically, "So if I lost your Bon Jovi replica leather jacket, I guess that would be just a coat too? Urgh, go away Stefan. I'll find my coat by myself, seeing as you didn't offer."

With that Caroline slammed the door in bewildered Stefan's face.

Caroline took the coat and quickly looked through the pockets.

The coat belonged to one Rebekah Mikaelson, who was seemingly a fashion designer if the notepad full of designs was anything to go by. There was even a home address that wasn't that far from Caroline's own place.

She dressed quickly, before bundling the coat up and striding down the street, in search of 623 Orchard Way.

When she found the place she pressed the doorbell, and waited.

30 seconds later, she started knocking, before ringing the doorbell again.

She wasn't patient, so shoot her.

"Alright, alright," Caroline heard a male voice on the other side of the door say as she kept knocking furiously.

The sight that greeted her on the other side of the door made her stop and do a comical double take.

The man who answered the door must have been part way through getting dressed, because he had no shirt on, and only a pair of grey cotton boxers covering his manhood.

Caroline thought she must have died and gone to heaven. There was no way any man could look like that and live. She started at his legs. They were long and toned. The sight of his legs alone had heat pooling between her own legs.

Caroline had seen her fair share of men's nether regions in her time - she wasn't a slut, or anything, but she did really like sex - and she had never, never, seen a man's junk look so impressive through a pair of boxer shorts. Caroline couldn't stop herself from picture him driving into her, over and over while she screamed out his name.

Then there were the flat, hard panes of his abs. The most alluring abs she'd ever seen. Abs for miles. Abs for days.

Caroline couldn't stop herself then.

She loved sex, but it had been wayyyy too long, and here was this man just standing in front of her, almost begging to be touched.

So she did.

She reached out her hand and gently stroked the perfectly sculpted abs with her soft little hands. She was completely transfixed by this god of a man standing in front of her.

"Can I help you, sweetheart?"

Jesus, Caroline thought, he has an accent. I am so screwed. At least I hope I am.

Then she realised what she was doing.

Holy shit, Caroline!

She was touching the body of a stranger!

He's probably going to bring you up on harassment charges, Caroline. WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!

Caroline turned beet red and snatched her hand away. She sheepishly looked into his eyes.

Of course he just had to have a face that was as fucking perfect as his body. Good job at making an idiot of yourself, Caroline.

"Please, don't stop on my account. It's not everyday I have a beautiful woman so boldly touching without asking."

Caroline was absolutely mortified. So the rambling started.

"Umm, anyway. I have a coat for a Rebekah Mikaelson. But you're obviously not her, because, well, look at you, you are obviously a fine specimen of manhood. So I'll just leave you be, and die in a little hole. Bye now."

Caroline turned to go when the man grabbed her hand. The effect of him touching her, voluntarily, after her display was to immediately want to rip her clothes off and have him take her right now.

In the courtyard.

For all to see.

"Wait, love. I'm Rebekah's brother. It seems I mixed up the coats last nights. Although, having you turn up on my doorstep definitely made the telling off Rebekah gave me this morning worth it."

Klaus smirked at the girl. She was beautiful. Her face was about as perfect as one could get, and Klaus was dying to see what expressions it would make as she climaxed. Her hair reminded him of a roman goddess, and how he did love a strong woman.

Her legs were creamy, toned and long. Very long. Swedish flight attendant long. The kind of long he could imagine wrapped around him as he pounded into her as she came around him.

The tiny blue and white striped shorts that covered her perky bum left very little to imagination. Although why anyone would wear shorts in the weather was beyond him, but who was he to complain. The oversized knit jumper she had on covered up any curves she may have, but Klaus knew with legs and a face like that, there would be a middle section that was just as delectable.

"Why don't you come in, love? And we'll see if the coat I picked up is yours." Klaus leant in and breathed temptingly into her ear. He smirked as she tensed a little hearing his accent, and feeling his breath ghosting over her neck.

"I don't think that's a good idea."

He was too close. Far too close. She didn't even know his name, and yet she was thinking of fucking him until she couldn't walk. Caroline tried to get a grip on herself. To hold back all her instincts.

"Why not, sweetheart?" he said, placing his hands on her waist tentatively. Caroline shuddered at the contact, needing more contact. From the moment her perfect hand had caressed Klaus' body, he wanted her, and hoped that she didn't look down to see just how bad he wanted her.

For a fraction of a second, Caroline flicked her eyes down to his boxers. The sight of his obvious arousal for her, nearly made her come right there.

What the hell, I'm a single, sexy adult who hasn't gotten laid in way too long.

She met his lust filled eyes with her own, and put on her best seductive voice.

"Because," she breathed back, leaning in even closer, brushing her lips over a pressure point in his neck. Caroline grinned as she felt him groan. "If I go inside, there is no chance I won't push you onto the nearest surface and ride you until you come inside me, screaming my name so loud, that your neighbours will hear."

Klaus shuddered. He never knew that a girl dirty talking him could be so sexy. "That can be arranged, love," he croaked out huskily. He needed her. He needed her bad.

"Caroline,"

"Right. Klaus. That can be arranged, Caroline."

"Good."

With that Caroline crashed her mouth onto his, hooking her legs around his waist grinding her centre over his arousal, as he walked them inside, quickly ridding her of the jumper and confirming that, yes, her middle section was just as glorious as her other parts.

xxx

Hours later, Klaus and Caroline were wrapped up on Klaus' bed breathing heavily. They'd both lost count of how many rounds they went. But it was now dark outside, and Caroline had shown up at 11 that morning.

"Just for the record," Caroline whispered, as she nipped at his earlobes, "This is not what I expected when I came over here."

"Nor me, love, when I opened that door," Klaus smirked. "You did seem rather taken by my body."

"Well, it's not every day that a man opens the door almost totally naked. A girl has her needs. Why did you open the door dressed like that anyway?" Caroline asked as she began to kiss a line along his neck.

"Honestly," Klaus said, groaning at her ministrations, "I was hoping it would scare off whoever was so impatiently banging on my door."

"Your plan didn't work," she said kissing his lips in little bursts.

"No it didn't. But I can't say I'm unhappy with the results." Klaus pushed the hair away from Caroline's face and kissed her passionately before drawing away. "Caroline?"

"Mmm."

"Would you like to come out with me tomorrow?" Klaus was slightly nervous, although he wasn't sure why he was. It wasn't like they hadn't been having sex all day.

"Like a date?"

"Exactly."

"I would love that."

They both grinned at each other, before Klaus flipped them over and he was kissing her wildly once more

"As long as you know," Caroline said between pants, and kisses, "I don't put out on the first date."

Hi peeps,

Umm, this story is just going to be all the rando drabbles I post on tumblr. Mainly for the benefit of my friend who often proof reads my work for me, because she doesn't have Tumblr and so now she can just come here to read if she feels so inclined, rather than battling a site she's not familliar with.

I'm going to update the six or seven I have today and then as I write them (obvs).

The name 'Gravity' is in reference to the Sarah McLachlan song of the same title which has the opening line of 'something always brings me back to you, it never takes too long'. And I think it is soooo Klaroline in fanon. They always find each other. Because they're perfect dammit.

ALSO, soz for the delay in both my other fics, I've been procrastinating like a mofo and uni is heckers so yeah... Sorry. Plz don't hate me.

ANYHEY - hope you enjoy.