Hello lovelies! As you can see, I started a new drabble collection! Big shout out to all of you reading, reviewing and following my writing, your support means so much to me :) I only have one more drabble to write before completing "52 Weeks of Klaroline" and since it will take me some time, I've decided to post this sooner (and Paula aka howeverlongs totally talked me into doing it, haha). The first few chapters will consist of drabbles I wrote for Klarodrabblequest but haven't had a chance to upload them here yet. So if you follow this awesome blog, you might've read them already. But I hope you'll still enjoy this :)

In this collection I'll be posting all my all human and fusion/crossover drabbles. This one below is NSFW and based on this prompt:

"Caroline is the daughter of the president and Klaus the head of her security team. They are having a hot secret affair and she likes him to take her everywhere. (Like on the presidential plane or the limo after some big gala or something)"

5 years ago…

Klaus was feeling like a dirty old man.

Observing the group of teenage girls, who were sunbathing by the pool, his vigilant gaze fixed on the gorgeous blonde with the vibrant laugh. He couldn't shake the arousal stirring in his lower abdomen at the sight of her lithe body clad in the skimpiest bikini. She was chatting with her two friends, head tilting back when she giggled, exposing her long creamy neck. She would shoot a quick glance his way every time she flipped her hair or bit on her full pink lips, clearly set on teasing him.

Caroline Forbes, already the bane of his existence at 17, was the daughter of the first American female president, Elizabeth Forbes.

At 25, Klaus was the youngest agent in the Secret Service, not to mention the one who had just been entrusted with the safety of the president's daughter as the head of her security team. Therefore, all the lust and erotic dreams Caroline roused in him made Klaus feel not only dirty, but also highly incompetent.

Suffice it to say, it was all highly inconvenient.

She was supposed to be an assignment, a position on his list, an order to follow - nothing more. Yet, the vivacious teen and her perky ways refused to leave him and his thoughts alone, messing with his head on a daily basis.

His breath caught when he saw Caroline flipping onto her front, swiftly untying the laces on her bikini bra before one of her friends began to spread lotion across her back.

How he wished it was his hands grazing her smooth skin. His body reacted instantly, heart thumping fast and his cock twitching in response. Willing himself to calm down, Klaus focused on scanning the location for possible dangers, his work being the distraction he needed. In that moment, Caroline turned and stared at him, her penetrating gaze and victorious smirk telling him she guessed just what he had been thinking about.

This time, he didn't look back.

4 years ago…

He was doing that thing with his tongue again.

And it really drove Caroline nuts, especially given she was supposed to be studying for her finals. Yet, she kept fixating on the slow sensual sweeps of Klaus' tongue along the line of his crimson, amazingly shaped lips.

Sitting in the library, pretending to read the same passage for the tenth time, Caroline continued to peek at Klaus, his lean body resting slightly against the armchair as he drew in his sketchbook. Still, she recognized the groomed rigidness of his muscles; his body trained to react instantly, with senses vigilant to surroundings.

It painted the most mesmerizing picture.

And thus, Klaus Mikaelson, her bodyguard of two years, had proven to be quite the distraction and it was something she could not afford during her exams. With her mother just recently re-elected for the second term, Caroline's life had gotten even crazier than usual. Still, she was set on finishing her high school education with the highest of grades and loudest of praises.

Elizabeth Forbes was a driven self-made woman, one who cared for her family above all, but she understood her daughter's need for some ounce of normalcy and allowed Caroline to attend a college of her choosing - providing it was good enough. One condition: her security team (and, therefore, Klaus) were to be with her at all times.

Which was just peachy.

If she could just sleep with him and get this over with, Caroline would be an extremely happy woman. But no, Klaus was definitely a resilient one. She had felt the heat of his gaze prickling at her skin on more than one occasion, but he had never made a move. Certainly, over the years, there had been some lingering touches or fierce arguments, all charged with unresolved tension just waiting to erupt in a glorious collision. But nothing had ever come of that, Klaus too much a man of principle to cross that line.

So Caroline had dated appropriate young men, sons of politicians and all in all eligible bachelors - just as was expected of her. But it wasn't their hands she craved to touch her. She would imagine Klaus' skillful fingers instead of that awkward teenage fumbling; would lay in her bed late at night, coming apart with his name on her lips as she pleasured herself.

Deep down, she knew one day it wouldn't be enough.

A year ago…

"She should have a normal college experience," Caroline's mother had said. "It is up to your competence to make sure no one touches a single hair on her head," the President continued in her stern voice, usually used during none-so-diplomatic negotiations.

Elizabeth Forbes couldn't even imagine just how well her daughter would be protected. The truth was, if it were up to Klaus alone, no one but him would touch a single inch of her body, he mused, recalling the President's orders from the day before.

Caroline had insisted on going for Spring Break her senior year of college, and this was why Klaus was now stealthily observing her from the dark corner of the club. His nails dug into his palm every time yet another frat boy asked her to dance, her luscious curves on display in the deep red bandage dress with a plunging neckline in the back.

The tension between them had become unbearable in the last few weeks, ever since that one summer night in the Hamptons.

Klaus got hard just thinking about it.

He had been escorting a semi-drunk Caroline from a pool party, his patience thinned by all the dirty looks she had been given, wearing a dark blue bikini and flimsy skirt. On the way to her room, they had been arguing, as per usual, with her raving on about how his presence was basically ruining her love life.

Suffice it to say, that was the last thing Klaus wanted to hear, especially given how her presence had been constantly ruining his.

He snarled some impatient reply and, before he knew it, Caroline was slanting her lips over his and they were tripping over the threshold to fall into her bedroom.

Kissing her like a mad man, he had her pinned to the door and at his mercy in no time, her almost-naked body rubbing deliciously against his throbbing erection. It would took one swift move to rip away her bra, exposing her firm breasts to his eyes and mouth. He was already hurriedly untying the knots of her bikini when he registered the taste of alcohol on her mouth, causing him to break out of the daze that was Caroline Forbes.

She had been drinking and he was her bodyguard, damn it.

He was there to protect her, nothing more.

No matter how many times he repeated the words over in his head, though, it didn't make him want her any less.

He had managed to leave her all those weeks ago, breathless and flushed as she looked at him with unadulterated desire in her eyes, but he wasn't sure if he would be able to do so now.

In fact, he knew he wouldn't.

A deep spicy scent mixed with vanilla filled his nostrils and then he felt Caroline's fingers closing over his hand as she tried to pull him over to the dancefloor. Klaus hesitated but, deciding he could not stand the sight of any more college brats groping her, he let her lead him into the crowd, the dimmed lights in the club providing a much-needed cover.

Her body melted into his as they started moving to an upbeat song, his fingers dancing on the bare skin of her back. Smirking when he felt her shiver, Klaus dipped his hand under the dress, groaning into Caroline's ear when he realized she wasn't wearing any underwear.

Gently massaging her arse while they basically rutted together, he hissed when she ground against his hard cock. Her eyes darted up to his face and she held her breath, taking in his hungry gaze and dilated pupils. Flicking her tongue along the red of her mouth, Caroline observed how Klaus followed that move, licking his lips in response.

This time it was him who grabbed her hand and led her out of the club, the two of them crushing together in a hot blazing kiss in the back alley. Her fingers launched to his buckle, ripping it away with force as she had him pinned to the brick wall. A low chuckle escaped his mouth at her impatience, only to turn into a guttural groan when she closed her nimble fingers around his cock.

"Caroline," he moaned before flipping them over and bracing her arms over her head, his tongue dipping to slide over her cleavage, then down to her breasts.

"Fuck me, Klaus. I need it fast," she whispered, her voice hoarse, her hips bucking against his pelvis.

She would be the death of him, he thought, growling into her ear at her request.

Pulling up her dress in one swift move, he sank into her dripping pussy with no warning, the feeling of delicious fullness making her gasp. In no time she'd locked her legs around his hips and Klaus started to move in hard, fast thrusts.

Lips joined in a wet chaotic kiss, they fucked in a rough uncontrolled rhythm. Droplets of sweat were rolling down their bodies and low grunts resounded across the alley as they furiously chased after release, their bodies slapping against each other.

Soon, they cried out as the orgasm overtook them both simultaneously, leaving them a quivering mess.

Klaus steadied her when her legs nearly gave out, pulling her into his heaving chest.

"Wow," Caroline merely managed to let out, resting her flushed face against the wall as her eyes raked over Klaus.

Her limbs were pliant and her muscles pleasantly sore after what was probably the best orgasm of her life. Judging from the bewildered look on her bodyguard's face, his experience had probably been the same.

"I guess we can't escape it now," she stated solemnly, nervously biting her lower lips.

"No, we can't," Klaus sighed deeply, resting his forehead against hers as he plunged his fingers into her sleek hair.

Boy, were they screwed. Literally.

Present time…

Writhing against him with her back to the closet's door and ankles hooked behind his arse, Caroline tries digging her nails into his shoulders. Klaus pounds into her with slow firm strokes, swallowing her ragged moans into his mouth.

With her dress pooled around her waist and her lips swollen from their raw kisses, she's a vision, one that never fails to catch his breath.

They've been forced to sneak out of the ballroom to get a few moments of precious one-on-one time, the distance they are forced to keep in public killing them. The tension have gradually pent up from all the stolen heated glances and fleeting touches, proving too much to handle.

While looking straight at him, Caroline swiped her tongue across her lips. The invitation in her darkened gaze clear, she walked out the room, and Klaus soon followed, dragging her into the nearest closet when he caught up with her.

She's been backed against the wall with no panties and his head between her trembling thighs in no time.

No complaints there.

She's well on her way to orgasm number three as she focuses on the feel of Klaus' stubble grazing her neck and his cock moving in and out of her; slow, languid, and purposeful.

He tears another moan from her mouth and it coincides with the sound of heels clicking against the floor outside.

"Shh," he whispers against her mouth, "Someone's coming that way."

Caroline clenches around him in response, a wicked smile curving her lips when she sees his eyes darken in response.

Klaus grits his teeth but tries to keep as quiet as possible with the slick heat of her pussy enveloping him even tighter. She unhooks her ankles to stand on her feet and he changes the angle of his thrusts, bending one of her legs to her abdomen. His cock fills her even deeper this way and he picks up the pace. Caroline mewls in his ear at the way he's stretching her walls.

Heavenly.

They move in unison, Klaus' face buried in the crook of her neck and hand on her mouth to stifle their groans until the pleasure spreads throughout her body, her pulsing muscles drawing his release as he spends himself in her.

His lips brush against her temple in a soothing kiss as he disentangles himself from her, Caroline hissing at the loss. Klaus smirks at her, a look of utter satisfaction in his eyes when he takes in her dishevelled form and her rubbing her thighs that glisten with the remnants of their arousal.

"Stop being so smug," she chides him quietly, "You almost got us caught. Again."

"Me?" he raises a brow at that. "Forgive me, love, but if I remember correctly, it was your delicious whimpers that drew the attention of that flight attendant yesterday."

"Well, it was still your fault. You did that thing with your tongue."

Her fingers work on straightening out his tie and collar, occasionally flicking across the skin of his neck.

"You love it when I do things with my tongue," Klaus teases as he's smoothing the creases on her dress.

"I do. Among other things," Caroline's eyes lock with his, the teasing glint gone when they both convey the unspoken words between them with the heat of their gaze. "My mother's term ends in a couple of months. We'll make it," she adds in a stern voice, cupping his face.

"I know we will, love," his tone carries a promise as Klaus grazes the corner of her lips. And then he purrs into her mouth, "I'm keeping those, by the way."

Smirking at Caroline's glare, he shoves her panties into the pocket of his jacket.

In a set routine, they adjust their clothing and slip away from the closet one minutes after the other, blending effortlessly back into the crowd.

After meeting like this for so long, a few more months is nothing. They will wait, however long it takes.

Thank you for reading, lovelies :) So how did you like it? Was it hot or not? Anything in particular you liked or disliked? Share your thoughts, please :)

If you're into some canon-ish Klaroline as well, you can check out my other new drabble collection, "Eternity Tastes Like Your Blood On My Tongue".

Till next time,

Kate