Summary: Klaus hates Halloween, Caroline doesn't. In typical fashion, she forces him to dress up and go to a party. Established Klaroline, AU.

A Cape And A Purple Top Hat

"I don't believe in Halloween."

Caroline giggled as she stood in front of Klaus wearing her very ironic, very overdone vampire costume. She even had a cape that flowed behind her like a river of black and red velvet, and fake blood that tasted of sweet sugar coating her lips.

"How can you not believe in Halloween?" She looked him up and down in his boring 22nd century clothes that were just as boring as his 21st century clothes - black and black and oh look at that more black. "Weren't you there when the tradition started?"

Klaus ran a tired hand through his loose curls, which had loosened quite a bit since that morning due to Caroline's constant nagging about Halloween. She didn't mind that, though. He looked sexy with tousled hair. "Caroline, Halloween today is most definitely not what it was back in the day. Believe me."

"Oh, great, here we go again with your 'time was so much more simple back when blah blah freaking blah."

Stepping toward her, Klaus frowned. "Are you teasing me, Miss Forbes?"

"What if I am?" She quirked an eyebrow and pulled her red-stained lips into a cheeky smile. "What are you gonna do about it?"

Klaus grinned devilishly. "What do you want me to do"–

Ding.

Dong.

Klaus was cut off by the doorbell. He sighed and whipped around to face the door. "I thought I asked you to put a note on the door telling people we're not handing out candy."

Coming up behind Klaus, Caroline planted a kiss on his cheek. "Did I agree to that?" she checked.

"I thought so," Klaus said through gritted teeth.

Caroline was sure he would lose all of them if he kept doing that.

Batting her eyelashes, Caroline grabbed the hidden bowl of candy she had shoved beneath her coat earlier and smiled innocently at the old, no-fun vampire. "Whoops."

When the children left (after they had received probably too much candy from Caroline, but really, who could have too much candy?) Caroline turned her attention back to Klaus.

"Don't you think they were adorable?"

"A poorly made pirate costume and a freezing mermaid? No. I do not think they were 'adorable' as you so eloquently put it," Klaus sneered.

"God, who spit in your blood bag this morning?" she teased, running her fingers up his cheeks. He closed his eyes, as she had discovered a while ago he basically had to when she did this to get the full amount of pleasure. "Can't you be happy tonight. For me?"

Klaus groaned. "I loathe Halloween, love," he said. "It's a silly tradition."

Caroline moved the tips of her fingers to Klaus's neck, watching intently as goosebumps followed her path. She smiled secretively. She had him right where she needed him. "I love Halloween, though," she murmured, getting her lips right up to his ear. His dark gold hair brushed her skin. "I've loved it ever since I was little. Dressing up, pretending to be monsters, getting loads of free candy from strangers in a totally not creepy way. Come to Stephanie's party with me," she begged softly, breath roaming the shell of his ear.

"Mmph."

Caroline paused her ministrations and smiled against his rough cheek. "Is that a 'yes'?"

Klaus shook his head.

Rolling her eyes, Caroline moved her hands lower and lower until they covered Klaus's jeans front. "Come with me," she whispered dangerously, "or no sex for an entire week." She emphasised her words by cupping the clear bulge hiding behind his trousers and squeezing.

Klaus moaned angrily, eyes flying open. "You wouldn't."

"I would."

"You couldn't."

"Oh, I sure as anything could."

"When was the last time you went a whole week without sex?" Klaus asked, shifting uncomfortably. Caroline had yet to remove her hands.

Thinking back to a time before Klaus and daily sex sessions, Caroline grinned. "I went an entire year without sex before we bumped into each other."

"And since we bumped into each other?" He bent lower, holding her eyes in his hazy blue gaze.

She could get lost in those eyes.

Swallowing thickly, Caroline stuttered, "I-I don't know."

"We've not gone a day without sex in the twenty six years since," he informed her smugly.

Damn. She knew using sex as a bargaining tool probably wouldn't work. They both loved it too much.

Caroline dropped her hands and stomped back. "Fine," she said, crossing her arms. "I'll go by myself."

Lifting her cape, Caroline stormed off into their large house, nearly tripping over the fabric on her way to the bedroom. Once inside the room, she grabbed her keys and purse.

"Sweetheart." Klaus whooshed inside and grabbed her shoulders, stopping her from exiting the room. "Do you want me to come that badly?"

Slumping against his chest, Caroline sighed. "Yes," she said simply, shivering when Klaus coiled his arms around her.

She felt him stiffen slightly before grunting. "Fine," he conceded. "Fine, where's the bloody costume."

Giddily, Caroline escaped from Klaus's grasp and kissed him full on the mouth, not caring about how it would screw up her meticulous "undead" makeup she'd spent hours perfecting earlier. She opened her lips to receive Klaus's tongue, thinking momentarily that they could definitely not go to Steph's party and instead have crazy sex here, but she soon remembered how badly she wanted to go and extracted herself from Klaus once more.

Together, they panted. Klaus's lips were stained red.

"You taste very good," he applauded, swiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"The fake blood is essentially candy," she said, smoothing out her dress. "Your costume is in the closet, hanging up on your side." She pointed towards their large walk-in before heading into the bathroom to fix her makeup.

"Really, Caroline?" she heard Klaus inquire.

"What?" she called from the bathroom. "Is something wrong? Does it not fit?"

Klaus stepped into the bathroom holding his costume. "You're a vampire, and I'm Willy Wonka?"

"What?" Caroline asked innocently. "I thought it was cute."

"Cute? When am I cute?"

"Well, I'm sure you'll be cute when you're wearing your Willy Wonka costume," she explained.

Klaus laughed incredulously. "It's not even a couple's costume! I thought it at least would be a couple's costume."

"It's not a couple's costume. Next year I'll get us a couple's costume, but for now go change. We're already an hour late."

Caroline watched out of the corner of her eye as Klaus slouched off to change, laughing silently to herself as she finished up her makeup. She had gotten the costume as a joke, thinking it would be funny for a couple of minutes to let him think he was going as Roald Dahl's cooky creation, but since he'd been so bitter about Halloween all evening, she decided not to tell him about the Dracula outfit buried in the closet.

'Payback's a bitch, Mikaelson,' she thought to herself as she painted a trail of blood down her pale chin. 'You of all people should know that.'

–

Caroline jumped on their springy bed the second they returned home.

"I'm never doing that again," Klaus announced, throwing his purple top hat across the room. He started unbuttoning his coat while Caroline, tired and stuffy, tore off her dress in one motion.

"Really?" she breathed, tossing her dress to the side. She laid down, allowing Klaus to get a good, long look at her naked body. "I thought it was really fun. Everybody loved your costume."

Caroline watched as Klaus took a page from her book and ripped off his clothes. He crawled on to the bed, his half-naked body floating above hers. Her dead heart roared in her chest.

"Well, it did win most ridiculous costume, so I've got that going for me," he acknowledged, dipping his head to capture Caroline's red mouth in the type of searing kiss that made her toes curl.

"Mm, congratulations again," she said when he released her lips.

"What's my prize?" he asked, kissing down her neck until he reached the swell of her chest.

Caroline gasped and arched her back. "I think you know."

"Well, let's get started."

"See, it wasn't so bad," the blond vampire panted as Klaus continued to move his burning lips down her belly.

"I suppose not," he conceded.

"Yeah. And you totally wouldn't have won if I'd let you have your actual costume for the night."

Klaus's mouth stopped moving and detached from her heated skin. "My what?"

Lifting herself on her elbows, Caroline smiled sheepishly. "Hm?"