AU established KC set in New Orleans - no babies, no Hayley, and Kol's alive bc I said so. After a summer of soul searching on a solo road trip, Caroline enrolled at Tulane and decided to give Klaus a chance but living with the original siblings is kind of a pain in the ass.
'Your sister is wearing one of my favorite dresses!' Caroline barges in to his office, face tight in anger. 'She has an enormous wardrobe of her own - why does she continue to take items from mine?'
Klaus looks up from his laptop, his eyes scanning Caroline for injuries out of habit. Once satisfied there are none, he returns his focus to the financial spreadsheets he was reviewing. He longed for the days when you could just compel yourself someone's fortune and title. He and Elijah spent the last century legitimizing their wealth and businesses and maintaining said businesses can get tiresome.
"Good morning sweetheart, skipping classes today?"
"Klauuuuss! This is serious!" Caroline throws her hands up as she dramatically drops into one of the blue brocade wingback chairs situated in front of his antique mahogany desk.
"I know."
"Then DO something! Everything I wear is 'deplorable,' she imitates in her best English accent. "But when she wears it-"
"Caroline, love, she's just doing it to get a rise out of you." Klaus attempts to placate
her while engrossed with the information in front of him.
"Well it's working - so DO SOMETHING!" Caroline demands before rising to slam his laptop closed. "Paying attention to me and my legitimate grievances would be appreciated considering you begged me to move in here."
Klaus sits back in his big leather chair with a sigh and smirks at the memory of exactly how he convinced her living together was not such a big step in their new-ish relationship. Really, how can you move too fast when you've already promised someone eternity.
"Now love, lets not be cavalier with the word 'beg.' I simply made a rational argument for living at the manor as opposed to renting an apartment you know you would never be in. Come here."
Glaring at him the entire way, Caroline begrudgingly circles around the desk. Klaus pushes back in his chair to allow her to stand between him and the desk. His hands immediately settle on her hips as he looks up at her. Pinning her with his puppy dog eyes, she can't help but soften her gaze. "I will have a word with her, I promise."
At her satisfied but resigned nod, his hands begin slowly moving up to her waist, then around and down her back, gliding over her bum. He squeezes gently before he stands and effortlessly lifts her onto the desk. Her skirt rides up an couple inches exposing even more of her creamy thighs. Klaus settles in between them and pulls her tight against him. His kisses are soft and gentle at first, slowly coaxing her out of her foul mood. She hums in acquiesce and deepens the kiss when his hands find their way back to her waist - his fingers running lightly over her ribs then brushing the bottom of her breasts.
"Caroline," Klaus drawls, breaking their kiss and pressing his forehead to hers. "You're not wearing a bra."
'No, I'm not.' She tries to sound smug but fails as he traces the peaks of her nipples through her blouse. He's peppering her neck with light kisses and nips in all the places she loves.
A possessive growl rumbles deep in his chest. His cock impossibly hard at the thought that the only thing between him and Caroline's perfect breasts is the whisper thin fabric of her prim blouse. 'Mine' echoes in his head over and over.
A shiver runs down her body at the sound and she can't help the contented moan that escapes as his hands quickly make their way under her shirt. She doesn't need to see his eyes to know they're glowing hybrid gold. Taunting the possessiveness of Klaus' wolf always ends well for her.
Caroline's mind becomes cloudy. His hot hands kneading the sensitive mounds, pinching her nipples. Her fingers move from his shoulders to bury themselves in his curls, arching in to his touch. Their kisses become frantic and a little sloppy. One of his hands is now working its way under her skirt.
She's fumbling with his belt when Rebekah's scoff from the office doorway breaks their spell. "We really need to work on your negotiating skills. You went from livid to putty in my brother's hand faster than I can blink."
"Yeah Bekah, can teach you all about torturing men, she does that every time she opens her mouth to speak," Kol contributes from wherever he's currently lounging in the house.
"Oh my GOD! First my clothes, now we're getting cock blocked." She shoves Klaus back into his chair and hops off the desk as she yells for everyone in the house to hear (not that she needs to yell at all, vampire hearing and everything). "I get it, you've all lived together for a billion years and there's obviously a TON of codependent BS going on but it's time to cut the cord!"
"Now love, lets not overreact." Klaus is standing again, hands on Carolines arms, trying to calm her, hoping they can ignore his infantile siblings and pickup where they left off. Her anger doing nothing but fueling his desire to have her.
"Overreact?! I haven't had an uninterrupted orgasm in at least a week. I need some air." Caroline brushes Klaus off, rights her clothing and storms out. "FIX THIS or you'll be visiting me in the dorms away from clothes stealing, pervert eavesdropping, no boundary having assholes." The front door slams practically shaking the whole house.
"What a drama queen," Rebekah comments now back in her room, sitting at her vanity tweaking her hair and makeup for the day.
"I'll be sure to let Caroline know all the hottest freshman girls live in Wall," Kol pipes in again. "And she should avoid Butler Hall at all costs. Woof."
"Kol." Klaus grates out. "If you two ruin this for me, I'll-"
"Niklaus, enough with the dagger threats," Elijah struts into Klaus' office, helping himself to a glass our scotch and takes a seat in chair Caroline vacated not to long ago. "Marcel's made a move, we have real issues to discuss. I'm sure Miss Forbes will become acclimated to the juvenile antics of our siblings in due time."
"Fuck off!"
"Screw you!"
Rebekah and Kol shout at the same time.
Klaus takes a seat again, shaking his head. "I hope so, I really don't have time to compel a dormitory full of students and staff."
