"If you don't shut up I'm going to shove this stake somewhere, and it won't be your heart." - Halloween parties and alcohol are a smashing combination.
Caroline threw back another shot. With a triumphant grin she slammed the glass back on the table.
"Well, you showed me, sweetheart," Nik sarcastically drawled.
She huffed, "Oh, bite me, Mikaelson."
Oh, shit, she thought as she watched a wicked grin cross his face.
"Well, since you asked so nicely…"
Nik held her gaze, a flicker of heat dancing in his eyes as he crawled over to her place in the circle. He pushed her down, cradling her head so it didn't bang into the floor, and leaned over to nip at her neck and shoulders.
"Stop, stop!" She shrieked between little giggles, the sensation of his lips at her neck half-tickling half-arousing.
"Eurgh! No one wants to see this, Barbie."
Caroline turned her head, lifting one of her hands from Nik's chest to flip Damon the finger.
"If you don't shut up I'm going to shove this stake somewhere, and it won't be your heart."
"I'm a pirate, you should be telling that to your vampire Ken there!"
Nik sat up, pulling her with him and turned a glare toward their mutual irritant. Reaching to the side, she picked up one of her plastic stakes and chucked it at Damon's head.
"Well, he's not the one irritating me."
Damon lunged to the side and her throw missed, but he overbalanced and went sprawling into the carpet which was equally satisfying. Unfortunately, he still had the wits to give them a suggestive eyebrow wiggle, "Clearly."
Caroline wrinkled her nose in disgust. By this time Nik had finished shifting and now sat beside her. With an arm wrapped around her he tugged her into his side. Muscles relaxing she leaned into his warmth, the pesky Salvatore forgotten.
"We'll finish this later," he murmured into her ear, tone husky.
A shiver ran down her spine, and she licked her lips as she side-eyed him.
Later
AN: Short and cute. Yes, of course Klaroline end up having a very happy Halloween together. Later.