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Prompt: There's a perfectly good reason for all of these kittens. + Klaroline
"There's a perfectly good reason for all of these kittens." Klaus drones as he enters their shared bedroom not quite believing his eyes as he mentally counts them all, eight. "Right, Love?"
Caroline tilts her head off to the side as she squints holding two of the little monsters in her arms as she sits on the plush carpet, "So remember, you love me," she points out significantly.
"We're certainly testing that today," Klaus nearly sings as he keeps to the wall not enjoying their scents, sounds, overall presence in his bedroom near his girlfriend.
"Shush, I'm talking," Caroline retorts as she begins her explanation of why the little fluffs are in their home enjoying the way that Klaus responds to them which was entirely expected but far more delightful to witness.
Klaus shuts his mouth eager to have this encounter over with, "I was just out at the farmers market," Klaus sighs knowing that's the nail in the coffin for him as Caroline babbles on.
"For those cheeses you like to pair with the wine from a hundred years ago so really it's your fault," she tells him as she reaches for another kitten that's been clawing at silk bedsheets under the duvet.
Klaus screams on the inside as he tries to remain as passive as possible on the outside, "Caroline, what's the punchline," he urges her to end his anguish.
"I found them in a box on street," Caroline justifies herself and Klaus knows it's that human conscious thing at work in her mind again producing the circumstances.
He draws a deep breath only to catch their scent further into his being exasperating his wolf, "My hybrids cannot have approved this," Klaus asserts.
That draws her attention from the kittens and Caroline sets them down observing Klaus as she clasps her hands together, "Okay, two things," she replies with a dead face.
Klaus winces bracing himself, "They," she waves at the wolves in the hallway listening and the ones outside her window keeping watch, "Are so not the boss of me and also I went alone."
"You know that isn't safe," he rumbles and Caroline can catch the yellow of his eyes flickering as he finally takes a step away from the wall ready to lecture her again about safety.
"Look at me," she cuts him off as he gets to her knees still not fully trusting he won't go off, "Safe here, with kittens," she reminds him in a calm voice.
"They're not safe," Klaus responds losing his cool as he also motions to the men he put in charge of her, "These vermin are surrounded by wolves."
Caroline stands up looking him directly in the eye, "Were-wolves," she corrects him reminding him of their human tendencies as well.
Klaus huffs, "And be nice. Becky is hissing at you," she warns him as Klaus looks down at the little creature tugging on the lace of his boot and growls in response.
"Rebekah is going to eat you first," he delights in tormenting the kitten as it runs back to its litter leaving his boot and self alone to deliberate with Caroline.
"Klaus, that is not nice," she insists as Klaus pulls her into him having missed her while he was conferring with the witches even if she did smell of cats.
His lips brush hers in greeting, mildly causing them to smile as he reminds her, "I'm not nice, Love," feeling her body press into his as she wraps her arms over his shoulders.
"Shush, I'm still explaining," Caroline hums as she feels him rock on his feet from side to side swaying their bodies, "The animal shelter is packed this weekend so I volunteered to keep them meanwhile."
His hands glide down her back rubbing softly until Caroline practically purrs her response, "So first thing Monday morning," he asserts feeling her fingers tug at the curls surrounding the nape of his neck.
"Providing they have room," she states and Klaus knows he was being conned by her delight at being in his arms just by her tone, sometimes she really was clever.
"Caroline," he groans releasing her from his grasp as he feels delicate claws dig into his jeans scratching at the skin of his legs.
"You love me," she stresses with a sing song tone as she reaches down to grab the nuisance climbing his thigh, "Awe, look Klausy loves you."