Since the first one was well received, I thought I'd continue this series of one-shots. Although I will say, the first one was written on a bet, and halfway through, my friend wanted me to make it Klaus and Caroline, which is why they are OOC in the first one! I apologize.

THANK YOU ALL FOR YOUR CONTINUED SUPPORT! IT MEANS SO MUCH!

Please remember to review at the end! :)


Anger could not express what she was feeling at that moment. Hitting the down button for the fifth time in thirty seconds, she folded her arms over her chest, and tapped her stiletto foot impatiently.

She heard footsteps coming up behind her, and she felt her body come on alert. She knew without turning around who it was. "Get the hell away from me." She stated, in a ground tone.

He sighed, and shook his head. "Not until we discuss this." He remarked, moving to face her.

She moved her eyes away from his face. "There is nothing to discuss, Mr. Mikaelson." She remarked, firmly. "You know, the girls down at the agency warned me that you would be difficult, but this…" She began, shifting her eyes to his. "I can't work like this." She added, shaking her head, just as the elevator doors opened.

She pushed by him, ignoring the feel of electricity from his person at her touch, and stepped inside the elevator. She pushed the ground level button, and lowered her head, her feelings threatening to break through, but she refused to let them. She was humiliated enough for one day.

She tensed when a hand came through the closing doors, and she shifted on her feet, trying to get as far away from him as possible as he entered the elevator.

"Caroline, this is not something you can just ignore." He stated, as the doors closed.

She clutched the purse strap on her shoulder, and kept her head downcast. "What part of 'get the hell away from me', don't you understand?" She demanded, jerking her head to catch his eyes.

He growled lowly at the fire emanating in her eyes, and jerked his head to the doors as they opened and the patrons outside, stepped back. They knew not to mess with him, not when he conveyed anger like an oil rig.

He turned back to her, and stepped closer. "The only reason you're upset is because you felt it too, Caroline, and you won't admit it." He muttered his voice low and husky.

She shivered, involuntarily at his words, his voice making her hot with pleasure. No, she wasn't going to give in. "I felt nothing but disgust." She stated, shaking her head, watching the elevator slowly countdown the numbers from the 30th floor, trying to ignore the urge to grab him and kiss the hell out of him.

He smirked, and stepped closer to her, as she continued to step back, until she was trapped against the wall with his hands gripping the railings behind her. "No, you felt the urge too." He whispered, watching her swallow, and avoid his gaze, or at least tried to. "You want to have your feathers ruffled, Ms. Forbes, and you want me to do that." He added, leaning forward.

She shook her head, but it was futile as his lips crashed onto hers. She felt her body ignite under his touch, and despite the urge to push him away, she couldn't find it in her to do just that. Instead, her hands grasped his on the railing, and she pushed her body against his. God, it felt delicious to kiss him.

She tilted her head to the side, and opened her mouth at his silent request, and let his tongue enter her mouth in the most sinful way. Her body felt as if it was burning, and nothing she could do was calming it down.

She let out a moan, and grasped the front of his button down shirt with her hands.

He pulled back, and she whimpered at the loss of contact. Slowly, her eyes opened, and caught his.

Nodding his head, he pushed the stop button on the elevator, and took out a key from his pocket.

"Mr. Mikaelson, what…" She began, but his lips caught hers, silencing her words.

He turned the key underneath the button, and dropped it on the floor. Taking her completely in his arms, he lifted her, feeling her legs wrap around his waist. As his lips moved to her neck, she wanted to say that this was wrong.

She had only started working for him two months ago, but the second she walked in the office, she felt the electricity she had never felt before, which caused her to reject him, and snip at him, only as a defense.

Until this morning, when he proposed they have sex in his office, to get each other out of their systems, she had realized she couldn't take it anymore. Trouble was she didn't want to get out of his system. She wanted in. During those two months, she had fallen in love, though she wouldn't admit it. Just like he said, but for another reason he never thought of.

Now here she was, giving in to him, after two months of fighting the urge, and though it should have felt wrong, it felt so right.

Her hands touched his bare skin as she ripped the buttons off, and pushed his shirt off his shoulders.

"You're going to pay for that, love." He muttered, sitting her on the rail, pushing her against the wall. His hand moved up her pencil knee skirt, and began to fondle her through her underwear.

She gasped, and let out a moan, not ashamed for the first time in her life. "Mr.…" She began, just as his fingers pushed the fabric aside, and touched her where she dreamed of for weeks.

"Call me Klaus, love." He whispered, pushing his finger lightly, teasingly, inside her.

She jerked her hips, and let her head fall back against the wall, and she bit her bottom lip.

"Say it," He added, curving his finger inside her, feeling her surround him like it was meant to be.

She moaned, and opened her eyes to gaze into his. "Klaus," She whispered, panting.

He groaned, and crushed his lips against her, taking her with a force that shook them both, as they began to rip the remainder of their clothes off, until they were bare against each other.

He licked his lips, as he pulled back enough to gaze at her perfect form. Her skin glowed with the light tan, and her legs fit the build of a jogger, and her abs were firm, yet still soft to his touch. Her hair, which was usually in a bun, fell down over her shoulders, and he thought there was nothing sexier or more beautiful than that.

"You are perfection, love." He replied, with darkness lining his words.

She shivered, and hesitantly touched his chest, all the way down to his hips. "So are you." She whispered in her haze.

He smiled, and pulled her close to kiss her, as if he couldn't get enough of her mouth, her tender, soft, yielding mouth.

She arched against him, feeling his shaft hit her stomach, but she didn't care. Her hands moved up to his hair, and threaded in his curls. She didn't care if they could be heard. She didn't care about anything, except becoming his.

She felt her back hit the cold doors behind her, and her hands were lifted above her head. She moaned as he feasted on her neck, sucking, licking, and nibbling on the tender skin.

He traveled down to her breasts, and kissed each one, blowing on the hardening nipples. She cried out at the tenderness of it, and felt heat pool between her legs as he took one of her breasts in his mouth, and began to suck, gently, and then nibbled.

She moaned his name, feeling her legs shake as she stood there while he feasted on each of her breasts, marking her as he did so.

Her arms fell to the frame of the doors, and pressed against them, as he traveled down her body, leaving behind nibbles and love marks along with tender caresses that she didn't believe she would ever forget.

His hands spread her legs apart, and she bit her bottom lip as his lips touched abdomen, and his fingers spread her bottom lips apart. Her eyes rolled, and she almost closed them as he blew gently on her nub, and leaned forward for a taste.

She wanted to move. She wanted to thrust her hips, but his hands kept her hips still as he feasted on her. She had never felt anything like this before, and she loved it, almost as much as she loved him.

His tongue moved in an artful and sinful way up her bottom lips, and she cried his name, arching her neck back.

Stars flashed behind her eyes, and she almost blacked out, feeling his hands touch her face, causing her to open her eyes.

He smiled, and his devilish charm shown in his eyes.

"Are you trying to tell me something?" She asked, though the words came out breathless.

He smiled, and leaned forward to brush his lips over hers, before leaning over to nibble her ear. "As a matter of fact, I am, love." He whispered in her ear, smiling as she shivered against him. "You're going to become mine, Caroline." He began, trailing his hand down her body to the apex of her thighs. "As I have become yours," He continued, pulling back to stare into her eyes. "I'm going to fuck you here and now, until you will think of no one else but me." He added, as she licked her lips.

She let her arms fall slowly to her side, and she leaned further towards his body. "What's stopping you?" She asked, as his smile widened.

He shook his head. "Not a damned thing," He muttered, before slamming his lips against hers, and picked her up, only to lay her on the elevator floor where their clothes lay.

Their mouths fought for dominance, but they loved it, for neither wanted to win that game, not really. Her legs lifted, and surrounded his waist, just as he pulled back, and the necklaces he wore hit his and her chins.

She smiled, and grasped them, pulling on them, until he was kissing her yet again, and his shaft was aligned with her entrance. "Fuck me, Klaus." She whispered, against his lips. "Make me yours." She added, and cried out as he entered, swift and naturally.

No words were needed, and none were spoken as the pleasure from the joining caused them both to cry out with "Ah's," and "Damn's".

He pushed inside her, loving the feeling, he knew was going to be perfect all those months ago, and pulled back, only to slam inside her once again, rocking them both, knowing they were rocking the elevator.

It was rough. It was hot. It was animalistic combined with the kind of love Caroline had only dreamed of. The sound of his grunts and slickness of their flesh sliding across each other, made her hotter than ever. No other man turned her on like this, and none would ever compare to the man inside her now.

Her nails raked along his back, digging into his flesh slightly, but neither cared. His right hand moved down to cup her left leg, and brought it up higher on his hip.

She cried out his name, and felt him go deeper inside her, claiming her like no other had. "There, oh God, there…" She cried, her mouth opened, and she couldn't stop the cries of ecstasy from her mouth.

He smiled, and moaned, loudly, knowing they were near the end of their joining, but didn't want it to end. "Look…at…me…Caroline." He moaned, as her eyes opened, and the sexual haze mixed with the other emotion he loved seeing in her eyes, focused on his. "I want to see you come apart, love." He remarked, pushing harder inside her.

Her chest lifted as she panted, and she smiled, and moved her hands to his hips, holding him there, loving the feel of him inside her, claiming her, marking her, never wanting to let it go. She couldn't back the cry of complete ecstasy as he hit her in a special way, and let feeling of happiness fill her to her soul.

She cried his name, and arched her back and hips, feeling him come inside her, but watched as his eyes darkened with joy and desire as he did so.

He collapsed on top of her, bearing most of his weight on his forearms. He lifted his head, and kissed her cheek, gently. "You're mine, Caroline." He whispered, kissing her lips.

She smiled, and ran her fingers through his hair. "Is that so?" She asked, in a teasing tone.

He chuckled, and lifted his head. "You were mine when you walked into my office two months ago. I just didn't know how…" He paused, as she kissed his lips.

"You told me now." She whispered, shivered as their hips moved in unison. "Besides, I wasn't going to quit." She confessed, remembering yelling it to him when he propositioned her in the office. She smiled when his eyebrows lifted. Shrugging her shoulders, she ran her nail down his chest. "I only said that because I…" She began, lowering her eyes.

He smiled, and lowered his head to kiss her lips, bringing her eyes to his when he pulled back. "I know. I've known for about a month now." He whispered, as her eyes held his.

She rolled her eyes, and shook her head. "You are horrible, Mr. Mikaelson." She remarked, with mock rage.

He chuckled, and touched her face with his right hand. "Am I really, Ms. Forbes?" He asked, as she leaned into his hand. Her eyes brightened with the teasing, and his heart warmed at the sight. "How about I make it up to you?" He asked, moving his hips over hers, causing her to moan.

She bit her lip, and her nails bit into his chest. "How?" She asked, panting.

He smiled, and brushed her hair off her face. "By loving you until you can't walk and I'll have to carry you home with me." He whispered, as she shivered underneath him.

She smiled, and placed her left hand on his scruffy face. "Now that I'll accept." She returned, as he smiled, and continued loving her on the floor of the elevator.

Two hours later, the patrons of the building were relieved when the elevator started up again, but they had to wait until it went up to the 30th floor before they could use it. Not that they minded, about half the building were collecting the money they won on the bet.

As Klaus and Caroline arrived to work the next day, no one doubted what had happened between them in the elevator.


Please be kind!

I hope this one was a little better! I have no idea where it came from, but I needed a break from trying to finish up one of my stories, "Butcher's Wife."

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it! If you have requests about any sexual encounters you want me to write or what have you. (I know, this is very strange request.) Let me know!

Next One: Ghosts (Couldn't resist!)

Until Next Time...