"Niklaus Mikaelson don't you dare walk out on me!" Caroline screamed her throat and body burning with rage as she stormed out of their bedroom towards the top of the stairs, watching as Klaus flew down them in a vile temper. Beneath his hands the stair case seemed to creak from his clasp as his anger boiled within. Glaring down with icy eyes she let out a frustrated growl as Klaus spun around at the bottom of the stairs, his own cold stare meeting hers.
"You don't want me near you yet you don't want me to leave? Make up your bloody mind, Love!" he bellowed back, his voice bouncing off the walls and into every available ear. She could see the darkness in his eyes; it matched her cocktail dress perfectly. What was meant to be a delightful evening had turned as sour as the lemon sorbet she had ordered as dessert. If only he could have been satisfied with the steak and left their waitress alone.
"Don't call me love when I'm angry at you, you…you …jerk!" she spat as she slipped off her stiletto, hurling it without a care down the stairs in his direction. She had quite hoped that the heel would have staked him in the heart and was highly disappointed when it only hit the edge of his forehead.
"Really, love?" he murmured un-phased by her demand, catching the shoe in his hand and studying it intently. He had bought her the pair last Christmas. Far too pretty, let alone expensive to be thrown around. "Jerk? That's the worst you can do?" his eyebrow cocked daringly and it was enough to send Caroline crazy. Tearing off the other shoe she changed her aim opting for an 18th century vase, it smashing onto the floor and scattering into a thousand pieces. Taking a moment to revel in her destruction she let a triumphant smile slip over her pink glossy lips as he snarled, "That was antique."
"So are you and I have no qualms about having you in pieces all over the floor either, love!" she announced with just the right amount of spite as she raised her chin high, descending the long flight of stairs until they were face to face. Narrowing her eyes at him she folded her arms tightly across her chest. Despite her demeanour as soon as she was in Klaus' grasp his fury flashed to lust. A longing to have her then and there became evidently present as they shared the heated air between them.
"You are infuriating Caroline." He murmured, his stare softening and getting lost somewhere between her eyes and lips.
"Oh dagger me." She hissed with a roll of her eyes, before letting her lips collide with his, teeth tugging at his bottom lip roughly as his hands fisted into her curls pulling her closer to him. Their tongues battled for dominance as her nails sliced through his dress shirt and into his back whilst his fingers imprinted into her hips, until they were breathless and heady. Sliding herself from Klaus' clutches Caroline let her finely manicured fingers glaze over the silk of his black tie before pulling it tightly round his neck until he croaked out from slight strangulation. Leaning in she smirked with satisfaction, feeling him wriggle with discomfort beneath her grasp. "Just to be clear, "she recited loosening her grip on his tie as she smiled sweetly; patting it and laying it smoothly across his chest "you're sleeping on the sofa tonight."