Hey ya'll, here is where I'll be posting any stand alone drabble-y type things and all of the stuff that I've written for Klaroweek
Prompt: klarolineforevermine- Caroline is a gold medal figure skater, and Klaus is her professional trainer. What was once simply a relationship between teacher and student becomes something much more for the both of them. (established KC fluff ^_^)
Not as fluffy as I intended, but I'm rather proud that I managed to keep it under 2k words ;)
Happy Reading!
Klaus was staring at her again.
Caroline huffed to herself as she skated over to the side of the rink to get off the ice. She took the blade protectors from him, flinching as she felt his warm rough hands touch hers in the transfer. Hurrying as fast as she could to put them, she brushed off his attempt to steady her. She determinedly ignored him calling after her as she went to go sit on the bench, fuming as he followed her.
"Caro-"
"Stop. Talking."
He sighed before leaning back against the bench. Caroline smiled a wide fake grin at her head coach, Alaric, as he broke down that afternoon's practice. Caroline was at the world championships for figure skating. As reigning gold medalist from the last Olympics, she was determined to keep her rightful place at the top. Nothing or no man will keep her from claiming her prize.
Even if Klaus, her assistant trainer was hell-bent on distracting her from that task.
Technically, he didn't even know he was distracting her. It was just the mere fact that he was existing right now bothered her.
Alaric touched on the highs and lows of the rehearsal and commended her for her passionate performance during the final run through in her long program.
"I really felt your anger and passion during that final performance, Caroline," Alaric smiled at her. "You need to keep that up for tomorrow's skate."
"Yes, well I had a lot of inspiration, " Caroline smiled lamely at him, noticing Klaus turning to look at her in the corner of her eye. Alaric smiled and patted her on the back before turning to leave. Caroline made a motion to get up before a rough hand clapped her on the shoulder, firmly keeping her on the bench.
"I need to check something with you, love," Klaus' smooth lilt washed over her and her heart stuttered.
"I'd prefer you didn't, " she bit out and he yanked her ankle in his lap.
"It's important," he stated and for the first time that day, Caroline met his gaze. Her pulse jolted as she noted the pleading in his expression and she found herself all but glued to the bench, helpless against his eyes.
"Listen-"
"No, you listen," Caroline cut in and Klaus sighed. He motioned for her to go one, absently rubbing her skate with his thumb.
"You kissed me. Then you left without saying anything and have ignored me ever since we got here last week," Caroline burst. "You don't get to "check something with me." You don't get to talk to me unless you plan on apologizing for leading me on. I mean, for fuck's sake Klaus, you're my trainer!"
Klaus sighed and rubbed his hands over his face before looking at her with that stupid heart-warming gaze that reminded Caroline of the last time they were left alone together.
"Oh crap!" Caroline muttered.
"What's wrong, love?" Klaus sat down next to her on the bench at her home skating rink. She rubbed her calf absently as her face twisted in pain.
"I have a cramp," she whined. Klaus immediately reached for her leg and massaged it lightly, searching for the tense muscle. Caroline's breath caught in her throat, silently thanking herself for shaving her legs in the shower last night. His warm hands skimmed across her calf, squeezing gently as he kneaded her skin.
She moaned quietly, the sound causing Klaus to look at her.
"That feels amazing," she sighed, closing her eyes and tilting her head back in bliss.
She could feel his heated gaze on her and she inwardly smiled. Klaus and her had been tip-toeing around this flirtation for the past year and a half. He had joined Alaric's staff a few years back and had been put on Caroline's coaching team not too long after. Once she had gotten over her initial crush (okay, she still was still completely gaga for him and that delectable British accent), she and Klaus had developed quite the friendship. If they weren't bantering back and forth during practices, they were hanging out at each other's places just "because."
They were constantly toeing the line between "just friends," "He's my trainer," and "OMG JUST THROW ME ON THE BED AND HAVE YOUR WAY WITH ME."
She was really leaning towards the latter one right now.
Breathing uneasily, Caroline opened her eyes and focused on the way his hands felt on her smooth skin. Klaus looked up at her face, matching her own heated gaze with his. He swallowed and his tongue darted out to lick his dry lips. Caroline subconsciously leaned forward, all too aware that Klaus's hands were slightly inching up her leg towards her upper thigh.
"Better?" he asked, his throat tight with tension.
"Y-yeah," Caroline whispered. "Maybe a little higher."
He boldly moved his hand up her thigh to right below her short skating skirt.
"Here?" he asked, massaging the top of her thigh.
She nodded, lost in his gaze. Klaus eyes flicked down to her lips and back to her eyes, almost as if he was asking for permission. Caroline nodded slightly, herself focusing on those full lips of his.
Closing the gap, he leaned up and pressed his lips to hers. She sighed into the kiss as he gripped her waist, pulling her against him. She pressed her body against the hard planes of his chest. Their lips moved together almost frantically, as if they were making up for lost time. She moaned softly, her mouth dropping open as Klaus slipped his tongue in to tangle with hers. His soft lips moved with hers in a dance that they were quick to perfect.
She could kiss him for hours.
Needing to breathe, Caroline broke away, pressing her forehead against his as she panted. She hesitantly looked up at him, his gaze unreadable.
She opened her mouth to say something and-
"Caroline?"
FUCK ALARIC.
They jumped apart and Alaric strolled in to remind her what to pack before the airport the next day. Klaus left minutes later without a word, leaving Caroline to try to put the pieces together of what just happened.
That was last week.
"Sweetheart-"
"No, don't you "sweetheart" me!" Caroline cried, hopping up and stared him down.
"I was humiliated! I'd wanted to kiss you for the longest time. It was probably the best one of my freaking life and then you left! Without saying a damn word for a week," she continued, trying to ignore a nagging pain in her leg. "And-SHIT!"
She grabbed her thigh and clutched it, wincing. Klaus immediately jumped up and gently took a hold of her, trying to direct her to sit back down.
"I don't need you," she whined, trying to push him off. He rolled his eyes and slapped her hands away.
"Yes, you do. Cramp?" he asked. She grimaced and nodded, trying to pretend that the way his hands were brushing her thigh wasn't making her melt.
They sat there in silence, Klaus gently massaging her leg and he staring pointedly at the ceiling.
"I ran away because I was nervous," Klaus confessed and her eyes snapped to his.
"You were nervous?" Caroline asked, disbelievingly. He nodded, letting go of her leg to reach up and place his hand on her cheek.
"Caroline, you're an amazing woman. You're the best skater the world has seen in years," He rubbed his thumb over her cheek, her blushing as she ducked her head.
"I'm not that-"
"Yes, you are," he interjected. "You're...you. And I'm just the lowly trainer who will spend the rest of my career making sure that you get everything you deserve. Including a man who can offer you everything you want."
Caroline had lost the ability to breathe the moment he had placed his warm hand against her soft cheek. Her tongue darted out to lick her lips and she nuzzled her cheek into his palm sweetly. Taking his other hand in hers, she laced their fingers together before leaning in towards his face.
"Maybe that's just the thing, Klaus. Maybe I could have everything I deserve," she began. "But don't I deserve the person I want? You're the man that I've always wanted. Don't I deserve you?"
A slow smile began to spread across Klaus' face at her words. She grinned back at him, her eyes lighting up at the show of those illustrious dimples of his.
"Sweetheart, I'll spend forever trying to deserve you," he sealed his words with a hot kiss. She grinned into the kiss, lacing her fingers through the curls at the nape of his neck. They kissed passionately for a few minutes, him breaking free and nipping at her bottom lip.
"What do you say we get out of here?" he asked, ghosting a hand down her side.
She nodded vigorously, taking his offered hand and standing up. He brushed another kiss across her lips and began leading her towards the locker room so she could change.
"So, as my trainer, what do you recommend for tomorrow's program?" she teased, watching him turn back to smirk at her.
"I think you need a full body massage- and some major relaxation," he answered cheekily and she flushed, matching his smile.
"Oh yeah?" she asked, and he pulled her flush against him.
"And I'm the only one certified to do that," he answered lightly before capturing her lips with his. She giggled into the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Who need another medal when she's finally won the prize she's been wanting for years?
(She'd still win the medal anyways. She's Caroline Forbes, duh).
Thanks for reading! Lemme know what you think! (First AU attempt)
Until Next Time
Kaitlyn
