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Prompt: You're drunk and want my name tattooed to your ass.
"No one says 'just one shot' and really means it Care," Katherine cries as she grabs Caroline's hand dragging her up on the bar stool and finally the bar top.
Caroline laughs as Kat hands her a shot glasses filling it up as the next song starts up in the rowdy bar they've been in for, oh, four hours now. Their small drinks clink and it's down the rabbit hole for Caroline as she swings her hips bumping along with Kat to the beat of the song. She keeps her head up dancing knowing Kat will never tire as she sways putting on a show with her footwork making the crowd cheer loudly along with her.
Kat reaches for her hand as the bartender scoots them off in need of room to serve the guests the pair of them have been entertaining making Kat roll her eyes and Caroline acquiesce to his need graciously. As graciously as a girl filled with whiskey and tequila anyway, strictly top shelf, she was raised right after all in the small town of Mystic Falls. Kat seems to disappear into the crowd leaving Caroline to hunt for a stray chair or table to wait for her so she can go home before she's too drunk.
Her head sways to the new rhythm of the song playing, it's one she's heard for years and for some reason it makes her smile as Kat comes back holding two waters and two beers walking like she's in a pool of jello. Caroline smiles reaching out to help her as they find a corner of the bar close to the digital jukebox she finds herself leaning on to start in on her drinks. The water is invigorating as it hits her tongue, the lively bar crowd doing a lot to keep her body temperature running high.
"I figured one more wouldn't hurt," Kat states as she sips from her beer nudging a smile from Caroline as the blonde shakes her head sipping her drinks with glee.
Caroline only knows three words an hour later, 'one more beer' as she observes Kat chatting up the brooding guy she had had her eyes on in the corner of the bar with way too much gel in his hair. Miffed Caroline realized far too late that she wasn't going to come back with a bottle of water like she said when she sees Kat grab for his hand. It's a sign that Kat has decided to leave with him something that is confirmed when Kat throws her a sly look and Caroline reaches for her jacket preparing for her journey home. Alone.
Caroline mouths to her friend she's going home, no need to mention how annoyed she is that once again Kat managed her to move past her three drink max only to leave her high and dry. She counts her drinks, eleven, including shots. They shouldn't feel this good, she thinks as she pulls her leather jacket back on knowing she doesn't need it in the hot California air even in the dead of night.
She makes herself focus, knows that with every tap of her heels on the pavement she's that much closer to her comfy bed she never should have left. Looking back when she's down the block she discovers that Kat was quick about her escape to as she is nowhere to be seen. Looking back so swiftly makes her sway so she grabs onto the metal rails of a tattoo shop she always passes on her way to work.
Before Caroline can think about it too much she's slipping inside as her eyes devour the brightly colored displays on the walls and even the front desk. Her eyes release the sketches only to find a man with plump pink lips and dark blonde messy curls atop his head with blue searing eyes focused on three sheets of paper over the front desk.
"Hey, I'm Rose," The woman with the spunky brunette hair said in a friendly tone as Caroline waved, "I'll be with you in a moment. Feel free to look around."
Caroline smiled knowing she was acting drunk because she was staring not at Rose but at the man Rose was talking to and eavesdropping was not above Caroline, especially when drunk. She caught her say his name, Klaus, it suited him even though it made Caroline's eyebrow rise notably. When he realized he had an audience in her Klaus waved her over, Caroline shook her head but Rose also waved her back to them.
Rose's eyes flickered from her to him as the corner of her mouth lifted, "Maybe you can help us out," she says as she slides the papers Caroline can now see are sketches over to her.
"Currently," Klaus speaks surprising Caroline yet again with his British lit though if he sees her shock he doesn't show it, "I'm unable to choose between three of these designs. So you can see why I need you."
"Actually, I don't." Caroline squeaks sobering at the worst possible moment because his eyes are so incredibly blue and pleading, "I don't even know why I came in here."
"You're here now," he replies smoothly as Rose disappears into the back office, "And you're wearing the shirt of one of my favorite bands -One of my favorite songs."
Caroline looks down at the cut up yellow and blue Beatles shirt Kat sneered at earlier that evening, "What song?" she inquired only raising her eyes as he makes a noise sounding faintly of amusement.
"With a little help from my friends," he answered with a bit of intrigue in his tone as he closed some of the space between them.
She rolls her eyes even though internally she's interested in where he's going with this, "We're not friends," she reminds him hoping she can blame her flirty tone on the alcohol.
His eyes narrow in her lips, her smile, "Give me time," he tells her as she looks from him over at the sketches he's kept near this entire time.
"Are these yours?" she asks surprised when she sees his name just on the edge of the paper knowing the answer already before her eyes lock back with his.
"When you make something, it becomes a part of you," he explains, "That's why it's so hard to choose," Caroline has already surmised this but she won't mention it yet.
"I like the lines of this one," she whispers in awe as her eyes took in the thin lines of the antique compass following with the words, 'Wherever you want to go' wondering what it might look like in color, "It's soft almost like they're just shades."
"Is that the only thing jumping out at you," he queries making her blush as his words his breath tickles her cheek, "I suppose I should consider it." he says her before she can reply.
Rose pops her head back in to find Klaus has just decided, "Great, "I'll get Trevor to start gearing up," she tells him reaching for the design as his attention goes back to Caroline.
"Do you have any?" he probes and for a moment Caroline is lost about what he means making her blush profusely when she realizes.
"I have two," she admits as he smiles in her direction, "Teenage rebellion," is all she'll say after when his eyes linger on the star by her toes.
"And the other is?" he asks as his foot sets itself in front of her own closing the rest of the distance between them as she lifts her hand to brush her hair back.
"Just there," he breathes over her wrist making Caroline inhale swiftly at the feel of his hot breath over her skin, "beautiful." Klaus compliments her.
Without touching her Klaus has a way of making Caroline feel warm all over making her slow drunken brain short circuit when he speaks again, "You're welcome to one of these designs."
"When you're ready," Rose calls from the further end of another room making Caroline jump back from their close distance, not an easy feat in her shoes.
"Klaus reaches out catching her arm before she can dive into the glass display next to them, "Um, thanks," she manages out as the heat of his hands seeps into her body.
"Where are you getting it?" she tests straight after making him the surprised one for once and mentally she gives herself some points for fortitude.
Klaus winks as his hands ride off of her waist only to set his fingers on the hem of his Henley and pull it over his head exposing the other images already inked into his flesh, "Can you guess?" he questions.
Caroline's eyes shoot up towards the ceiling as he strides around her leaving his sketches and his shirt on the desk leaving her spinning with possibilities. When she trusts that he's been stamped and seated her greedy eyes search for his sketches reaching for his shirt. An involuntary shiver runs over her at the feel of the still warm fabric smelling so fantastic she has to remind herself of what she's doing.
She smiles as Rose comes back in to help her wagging her razor perfect eyebrows at her, "Decide on one?" she asks as she reaches back into her little office to grab a hanger for Klaus' shirt.
"I don't even know that I want one," Caroline articulates as she gives up Klaus' shirt to the brunette, "I mean, they're beautiful." She compliments, "And I thought you couldn't tattoo people who are drunk?"
"You don't seem all that drunk," Rose replied as she reached for the two sketches making Caroline's hold on the edges become harder to escape from.
"Thanks," Caroline says feeling the bite of her challenging tone as her eyes lock on the one sketch closer to the right replying in a defiant tone, "I want this one."
Klaus' deep pink lips form a stunningly broad smile when he sees her walk into the back, "Jeremy will help you," Caroline hears Rose say as she removes her jacket exposing her arms to the cold room.
"Couldn't stay away," he teases as she takes a seat on his side waiting for Jeremy to appear so they can discuss where and how she wants it to look.
"Bite me," Caroline replies making him laugh and making Trevor throw her a dirty look as Jeremy comes around the corner waving at her with Klaus' sketch in his hand.
Caroline lifted her hand, her knuckles rubbing at her eyes as she made a move to destroy the vintage alarm clock at her bedside, "I hate you Katherine Peirce," she groaned pathetically.
Her head swarmed as she moved to cuddle the side of her face into her fluffy pillow when the owner of the cursed name pushed open her bedroom door and spoke, loudly, "Please bitch, you love me."
Caroline could feel the follicles in her eyebrows when they narrowed in confusion, "What are you doing here?" she asks sitting up and instantly regretting it.
Kat looks into her bedroom confused, "You called me," she supplied looking amazing in her suit pants and buttoned top with a reveling front and fresh curls.
Caroline looked down at her Beatles top and panties just knowing her face must have looked like crap as she searched her mind for an idea of when she called her roommate, "I did not," she said when she knew she had no idea.
Kat makes a face as she moves around the kitchen, "Yeah, you did," she rejoinders reaching for one of their bright colored mugs, "It was too bad too," she winks sparking something in Caroline, "I was getting freaky too."
"Ugh, stop," Caroline cries reaching for her ears to cover them trying to keep the images at bay, "Why does my ass hurt?" she whines softly to herself.
But of course Kat hears as she passes by eating a croissant, "Did you fall on your flat ass?" she inquires with a laugh but to Caroline it's a distinct possibility and then she realizes.
"Hey!" she shouts tossing her one of the pale blue pillows that has managed to escape the floor during her slumber.
Kat ducks with a swift flip of her hair, "Cute ass," she corrects with a grin, "My bad," she replies as she starts the k-cup machine.
Caroline rubs her back softly feeling a slight sting as her fingers glide over the greasy skin while she moved to climb out of bed, "It feels bruised. Why is there gauze on my bed?" she gasps out.
"Don't you have a mirror?" Kat calls to her from the kitchen as Caroline pulls her shirt over her head as she rushed to her closet where her full length mirror was propped on the inside of the door.
Turning her body Caroline felt her heart stop, "Kat!" she exclaimed as she felt at her back where she had just been massaging to feel the tantalizing lines of her newly minted tattoo.
Caroline heard Kat run from the kitchen into her bedroom, "No yelling," she complains before her eyes set on what had Caroline doing so, "I don't have any cof-fee, Caroline how drunk were you?"
Her friend's incredulous look done nothing to calm Caroline as she vaguely remembered she counted her drinks the night before, "I can't remember," she cries as Kat touches the edge of her skin.
The friends lock eyes in a daze, "Check your pockets," Kat buzzes with trepidation motivating both of them scour her bedroom for her pants and jacket for evidence of the night prior.
"My jacket is missing," Caroline worries out loud while her eyes focus on the floor under her bed, spotless as she had expected.
"Jeans?" she asks as Katherine who has gone to search in the living room having seen Caroline's rings and necklace by the front door.
"Here," Kat calls sounding as she's speeding back to Caroline's room just when the blonde is lifting herself off of her knees, "Receipt, in the back pocket."
Caroline reaches for the receipt as she throws on her silk robe covering her bra and panties, "Petrova Piercings and Tattoo's," she mutters in dread, "That's around the corner."
"No shit," Kat drones grabbing the receipt from her as she notices something on the crumpled yellow paper, "Look at the back, phone number!" the brunette purses her lips as she raises her eyebrow.
Surprised Caroline retorts, "Klaus, I know that name, it's on my flat ass," she grumbles as she tries to settle herself on her bed without discomfort.
"I said cute," Kat corrects her as she sips from her freshly brewed coffee Caroline can only assume she picked up while finding her jeans.
"Kat what did I do," she asked her oldest friend as she settles into the edge of the bed with her holding out her arm to hug Caroline.
Kat hands her the blue mug sharing with her friend as she speaks, "I dunno," she shrugs crossing her legs as she thinks, "Was he cute?" she asks Caroline as if she could remember.
Caroline sips from her friend's mug hating the bitter black taste without creamer or sugar as Kat continues, "Because that is a nice ass tattoo, no pun intended," she laughs thoughtfully, "Wait, actually yes."
"Okay I am going to try really, very hard not to panic," Caroline squeaks as she feels Kat reach for her coffee before Caroline can drop it.
Kat stands up cradling her mug, "Just dial the freaking number," she rationalizes trying to keep Caroline level-headed was practically her first job and she's good at it, "It's got x's on it. I mean, clearly, he likes you."
"Okay," Caroline swallows having just one more fear, "What if in my drunken state I met a murderer?" she inquires because in her state that seems like a sensible question.
Kat groans rolling her eyes, "Then he would have found it really easy to kill you," she reminds her friend in a sarcastic tone Caroline is not fond of, "Call him."
"Fine," Caroline agrees before there's a new problem, "Where's my phone?" she asks her impatient friend as she checks the charging dock only to find it empty.
Kat looks from one end of the room to the other as she speaks, "Dead probably, oh, here," she articulates as her foot kicks one of her throw pillows on the floor over finding it.
"Poor baby is almost dead, I'm so sorry," Caroline stalls cleaning the screen off from what she can only assume is the balm that was rubbed into her backside.
"Connect it and push the pretty printed numbers," Kat tells her running out of patience for her best friend as her coffee mug gets emptier by the minute.
"It's ringing," Caroline retorts as she presses the icon for the speaker before she can change her mind about hanging up entirely while in the process of standing up.
"You're on speaker," Kat grumbles knowing exactly what is transpiring because she is in fact right there next to her friend.
The call connects just as Caroline shushes her phone all the while her eyes are on the counting seconds of the screen and his voice rumbles, "Hello?"
And suddenly the memory of Klaus floods her, "Klaus?" she asks only to hear him chuckle lightly in her ear as the image of the bright light of the parlor takes centerfold in her mind.
She hears him shift from his position and greedily pictures him, Henley, necklaces and all, "Caroline, good morning, Love," he utters, his words wrapping her in their warmth.
She turns her head so Kat can't possibly see the blush rushing to her face in a swift blush as she his voice evokes the memory of his hand in her own, fingers twined during the time that Jeremy had worked on a particularly tender spot. Reality is lost on her as she lingers in her memory of their unconventional encounter in the parlor. The deep frission caused by the feel of his fingers in her hair massaging gently to the bite of his nail as he deliberately cased all of her focus to come to him alone.
She blushed at the way he all but smirked when she obstinately communicated to him not to peek as she undid the button of her dark wash jeans when she noticed his eyes wander from her face. The mirror behind them was useless to showcase what she looked like lying on her stomach with a lifted up shirt knotted around her breasts as Jeremy worked on the stencil. Her eyes avoided his only to look straight across the room at the reflection of the four of them in the room to find he was already looking at her.
"So, may name, ay?" Klaus asked, making her blush though she refused to look away from his darkening eyes watching her in the mirror.
"It was part of the sketch," she had intoned, proud that her voice sounded even as her stomach fluttered under his penetrating gaze. "And it's tiny."
Klaus barely moved as he shifted to lean forward as she watched him in the mirror, "I can assure you love," he paused dramatically looking down at his trousers, "It is not," Trevor snorted as Caroline turned a darker shade of red.
"Last chance to back out," she heard Jeremy say as his needle started up and Caroline steeled herself with a nod looking from Klaus to him in the mirror nodding for him to do it.
It had been years since she felt the tight sting of needle to flesh yet Caroline savored it as she and Klaus exchanged hooded looks through the mirror as they say impeccably still. She took a special pleasure in the way his arms flexed as he stood when Trevor had finished with his tattoo. If possibly she let out a soft moan while that happened she managed to pass off for pain when Klaus looked back at her.
She watched him go before turning her head but not before catching Jeremy's teasing reflection in the mirror and ignoring it as she hid her face in the headrest of her seat. So imagine her surprise when she opened her eyes to see a pair of black combat boots with the laces wrapped at the ankles and the trousers she recognized as his tucked into them. Her eyes traveled over his waist to his Henley and necklaces before landing on his perfect little smirk.
"Falling asleep are we," he inquired as he pulled on one of the roller chairs closer with his boot before he sat down crowding her.
"I'm just," she trailed off as his fingers stroked her cheek, her senses exceedingly aware of him so close to her that she could smell what was left of his aftershave as he hovered over her face.
Distracting was one way of putting what Klaus seemed to be doing, making her think of him instead of the needle work at her backside. Yet he didn't speak, he didn't ask why she had it placed there and Caroline didn't tell him she simply stared straight into the eyes that bore into her own. It wasn't until at long last she felt the buzz of the needle leave her skin that she realized he held her hand still.
Jeremy moved to sit up setting his equipment aside as he cleared his throat to make sure the pair of them could hear him articulating, "All set." And actually listen.
He went over the instruction for tattoo Caroline which Caroline barely listened too already having two other tattoos so she simply nodded. As she was adding some more of the salve that he had offered to her Jeremy helped her wrap her tattoo to protect it on the way home. She watched Klaus stride to the counter as she reached for her phone wallet in her jacket to grab her card reading how late it was.
"Don't worry about payment," Klaus told her from the counter as she shook hands with Jeremy, "I already handled it," he answers her unasked question cavalierly.
"Who are you," she asked with a curious tilt of her head as Trevor waves them out of the room back into the waiting area.
Klaus' hand is on her upper back leading her but careful of where he touches, "Would you like to find out," he probed with a simpering look.
"Walk me home," she stated pushing her jacket into his arms as she struts ahead of him where Rose holds the door open for them both.
"How could I not," Klaus retorted with a brief lift of his eyes to the ceiling before walking out after her, "You're beautiful and it's late," He reasoned.
Caroline feels him settle into her side on the pavement while she knots the front of her shirt to keep it from fussing with her newly covered ink when she told him, "I live just over there."
"So our meeting was coincidental then," he mused watching the 'v' of her neckline slide lower from the severity of her knot causing a rumble in his throat.
At their pace they make it to her building faster than Caroline would have liked so when she pulls out her keys to get inside she asked him, "Did you want to come up?"
Klaus faltered, "I think it's safer if I just give you my number." He said cautiously as he pulled her receipt from his pants pocket.
"Why?" Caroline inquired as she watched him pull a pen from his boot as he leaned on the building wall to write.
"Because you might regret leading me up into your home while you're still inebriated," Klaus insisted with her as he tucked his pen back in his boot and handed her the slip of paper.
"I haven't drank anything in hours," she moped as she removed the space between them eager to get him inside of her shared apartment considering Kat wouldn't be there.
Klaus tugged on her shirt pulling her that much closer and it that much lower revealing the black lace of her bra, "And yet," he hissed looking up instead of down.
Caroline laughed in his ear as he continued to speaks, "You still could forget about me in the morning. It would be a scandal, Sweetheart," he murmured against her neck.
"So with that said," he hummed into her flesh as he nibbled at her ear, "Here's your receipt Caroline." While she felt his hand slide into her back pocket squeezing her ass as he placed his number inside.
Caroline took the opportunity to rub her front against his making him groan, his mouth falling open as she surprised him with a deep kiss. Her hands under his back drawing him closer as her fingernails punctured his Henley pulling him tighter against her. Klaus squeezed her waist as he dragged his mouth over hers purposely taking control of her kiss while leaning her against the brick wall.
He sucked on her bottom lip one last time as his eyes opened, his lungs pressured for air as he spoke, "That was certainly a valiant effort." Making Caroline smile as leaned her head back on the wall watching him.
"Goodnight Klaus," she murmured as she let go of the front of his shirt making sure he was finding this moment as hard to let go as she was before she reached for the keys hanging off of her wallet.
"Call me in the morning Caroline," he all but purred as he lingered on the step way, hands behind his back watching her go.
"Are you still there?" Klaus' voice brought Caroline back to the present making her feel about as warm as he did last night when he pressed her against the wall and she could feel every part of him.
"Yep," she squeaked collecting herself quickly, "Sorry I just," she felt herself babbling as Kat mouthed 'Game face' to her.
Caroline nodded taking a deep breath, "Did you want to go to breakfast, probably brunch? Oh, wait are you at work?" she questioned cautiously.
She heard his footsteps as if he was pacing in the room wherever he was making her smile, "I'd love to meet you for brunch, I assume you'll need a bit of time if you just woke up," he tested.
"Great," she said to him thankful of his consideration as she moved around her room quietly trying to gather her brush and makeup wipes. "I'd love that!"
"What's going on," Kat whispers as Caroline reached for her yellow towel and kisses her friend on the cheek mouthing, 'I'll explain later' to her.
"Fantastic," Klaus replies sounding nervous which only made the butterflies in Caroline's stomach flutter more, "I suppose I'll text you in an hour?" he asked subtly pushing for a reply.
"Great, she exclaimed before she could think of another word, "I swear I know more words than that," she promised as she strode to the bathroom whilst still on speaker.
Klaus made a sound before commenting, "I'm intimately familiar with what your tongue can do Caroline," making Caroline think she could go for a hot shower.
"Girl," Kat salutes her as Caroline throws her robe at her whispering for her to get out of the bathroom before she pushed her out.
"Great, I mean awesome," she corrected as she switched on the shower feeling for the right temperature, I'll hear from you then."
She felt his broad smile in his words as he spoke, "Looking forward to it," making her squeal to herself as the line disconnected and Caroline jumped in excitement.
The door swung open a second later before Caroline had a chance to lock it, "Caroline, it's later. So what the hell happened last night?" Kat squawked unceremoniously as she tossed Caroline's dead phone into the laundry bin.
"Kat," Caroline laughed as her friend narrowly missed falling into the shower in her very expensive heels Caroline was sure would be ruined by water.