Taking Care of the Other One VI

DIsclaimer: I don't own these characters.

Klaus and Caroline had been together a few months now. They were driving everyone crazy with their raging fights, usually about his penchant for chaos, but they mostly drove people crazy because of how happy they were. An Original shouldn't be seen with a goofy grin on his face. It made everyone around them at both Whitmore and New Orleans want to throw up seeing them together. They were always sneaking secret glances and drifting off together whenever attention was directed at someone else.

Caroline figured this was the honeymoon period and maybe in a decade or two they wouldn't be reaching for each other all the time. Being long distance didn't help. They spent her Christmas break together with her mom who begrudgingly accepted that Klaus, for now, was making her daughter happy. She would always keep her eye on him though.

For Spring Break, Caroline was headed back to New Orleans, but this time he was coming to pick her up so they could make the drive together.

"Klaus, yes. Harder. Keep going. Please. Right there," Caroline instructed him.

Stefan couldn't believe he had to do this. He should have expected it. This wasn't the first time he would be interrupting them. How did Elena share a dorm room with her?

He gently opened the dorm room door and saw the moving bodies under the sheets. Thankfully he didn't see too much skin. He snuck over to them, ignoring Caroline's moans and whimpers which might have been turning him on, and crept up behind Klaus.

SMACK!

Stefan slapped Klaus' ass or where thought it was was.

Not surprisingly, a very nude Klaus had him pinned to the far wall before he could blink. Caroline yelped and threw the covers over head.

"Did you forget you're taking me to New Orleans too? We were supposed to meet downstairs a half hour ago. Let's go."

"You could have knocked Rippah. Why shouldn't I stake you for your familiarity?"

Stefan smiled. He knew Klaus would be peeved about the interruption, but other than Caroline and his family, Stefan was the only other person he enjoyed. "It's not as if I'd been calling out your names or anything. You'd miss my sparkling personality if I was staked. C'mon. Let's go."

He could hear a quiet, "Sorry Stefan. Klaus is really good at distracting me. Give us ten minutes, I'm already packed," come from under the sheets.

"Make it twenty minutes. Caroline needs me." She groaned at his creepiness. They needed to work on his over-sharing. Also, if Stefan had arrived an hour ago, he would have seen Klaus "needing" her. "We'll meet you outside."

After finishing what they started in the bed in the shower, they met Stefan for the drive. He was ready to be introduced to Genevieve and see what she knew about bringing Damon back.

Stefan agreed to ride in the backseat of the SUV. Klaus arranged for the large vehicle and not his usual sleek Mercedes to give Stefan some extra room. They needed the extra storage space too. Caroline had packed enough for a month-long vacation instead of a week and of course she packed a cooler of blood bags as well. Klaus wasn't on the bunny/bag diet, but for the ride to New Orleans he could manage with them. They each agreed to respect their diets as long as neither pushed, but were willing to bend when needed.

Stefan thought being in the back was preferable. The lovebirds had to be touching at all times, plus he could stretch out and put in some earbuds to block them out and doze. This trip wasn't reminiscent of the last road trip Stefan took with Klaus, during his hybrid experimentation days.

Since they weren't in a hurry to get to New Orleans, it wasn't as if Stefan had to get back to school, they made some stops. Klaus shared what he knew of each place and watched as Caroline soaked it all in.

She fell in love with the Biltmore Estate in Asheville, North Carolina. She could totally picture Klaus spending time with the Vanderbilts dressed like in The Great Gatsby. He did look very dashing at the 20s Decade Dance.

They were amusing to watch Stefan had to admit. He would listen in on occasion. Caroline would push and Klaus would sometimes relent and vice versa.

"Caroline, if we're going to eat, can we go someplace that doesn't serve hush puppies again? Maybe someplace with an extensive bourbon list?"

"Klaus, can we not compel our way through this trip? Get that black Amex out. I've seen it and I want one."

"If I don't tell them I'm the Alpha Male, how will they know?"

"It looks terrible. Men shouldn't wear deep v-necks. That's something Damon would have worn." Even Stefan had to smile at that one.

"I'm telling you I know where I'm going. I don't need directions. Remember my friend Magellan? He taught me a few things."

"I don't think it's real. What? I sometimes watch those antique shows on tv."

"The Rolling Stones are timeless. I would know."

"I'm telling you that's who Jon Snow's mother is. I read the books and that's the only option that makes sense."

"Elijah doesn't know what he's talking about. Why is he emailing you anyway?"

"I know how to plan parties. It's what I do. I'm telling you, the best parties have themes."

"Have I told you today how beautiful you look? You do."

"You look nice today too."

"You make me happy."

"No, you make me happy."

"You have my heart."

"No, you have mine."

Dopey smiles all around.

After North Carolina came Chattanooga, Tennessee, where they spent a night, down to Birmingham, Alabama and finally through southern Mississippi to New Orleans. Virginia had rolling hills and trees everywhere, but the presence of Spanish moss, occasional plantations, country music stations, and the humidity let her know they were close even before she read any signs.

"Tell me again why we couldn't stop at Graceland?"

"Love, it wasn't on our way. Elvis was fun to be around in those early years before he got into the bedazzled costumes." Klaus gave her one of those smug looks.

"Why am I not surprised that you knew him?" she asked. "Oooh, did you turn him? Is he really alive? Are those sightings real?"

Stefan rolled his eyes and started unpacking the bags into the Mikaelson home. They would all be staying here. Stefan wasn't sure how long he would be in New Orleans, but he'd stay in the Mikaelson home the rest of the time that Caroline was still around and then see about other accommodations if needed.

Caroline glided into the home as if she lived there. Klaus admired the way she made the rooms spark with life, a drastic contrast to those days where phone calls and Skype were their only options. A little over two years and she would be finished with school. He was working to make New Orleans a safe place, under this thumb of course, in time for her permanent arrival. She was the missing piece to everything he wanted. She made him so very happy. While there were bumps on the way, this relationship with Caroline opening her heart to him, gave him more than he ever imagined.

"Caroline, Stefan, welcome," Elijah greeted them, stepping into the foyer. He gave Caroline a cool kiss on the cheek, but she gathered him into a hug. She was working on these Mikaelson boys. Watching Klaus squirm was one of her all time favorite things, but getting Elijah uncomfortable as well was up there.

They all got settled, ate dinner with Elijah, and moved on to meeting Genevieve and showing Stefan a little bit of what New Orleans was like. He'd been before, but never with the king of the city.

Stepping arm-in-arm with two of the most handsome men she'd ever met into Rousseau's, Caroline felt great. Instead of her usual floral summer dresses, she was wearing dark skinny jeans and a sexy black shirt with strategic cutouts. Black booties boosted her up closer to the guy's heights and Klaus' mouth. Perfect. She straightened her hair despite the humidity and added some extra mascara. She was feeling sexy and something about this city brought it out in her. She knew she was on the right track when Klaus looked like he wanted to keep her inside for himself instead.

Both of the guys were wearing jeans and casual shirts, Klaus in a Henley of course and Stefan in a maroon button-down.

This is the location they arranged to introduce Genevieve and Stefan.

"Cami. Shocking to see you here." Caroline couldn't resist. She hadn't seen Cami since that day Enzo surprised her.

Cami just gave her a fake half smile.

Both Klaus and Stefan were ready to move on and get a drink, but Caroline wasn't done with them and held onto their arms and glared at them until they got the picture.

"Yes. I'm back. Long time, no see. Klaus and I have been getting busy. Oops, I meant we have been busy." Klaus just rolled his eyes, waiting for this to be over. "Silly me."

"This is my friend Stefan. Isn't he just gorgeous? Bye-Bye."

Caroline wasn't proud, but she got such a kick out of aggravating Cami ever since she heard the way she spoke about Klaus that very first time.

She let the guys go and they both ran off to get drinks from the other bartender. Caroline found an empty table for them and Genevieve arrived shortly thereafter.

While Caroline supported Stefan, she thought the conversation didn't require her attention. She was on vacation with her boyfriend after all. He excused himself to say hello, more likely threaten, some vampires in the bar. She took comfort in being able to hear him, not the threats, but if she could hear him he was close by. She loved being in his orbit, learning what he knew, and just being in his company.

Genevieve agreed to do research in some grimoires and meet up again with Stefan in a few days. Caroline thanked her and Genevieve left.

Caroline pulled Stefan to the bar for a line of shots and then onto the dance floor, something she knew he abhorred, but it was New Orleans. It was Spring Break! It was time for more tequila! He humored her. He did a basic step-touch over and over. It was embarrassing, but she was in such a good mood, she didn't let it bring her down. She more than made up for his apathy by enthusiastically swinging her hips and head all over the place.

Klaus could watch her all day, but it was even better for her to share her joy and attention with him. Cutting between her and Stefan, he put his hands on her hips and did the same sort of lame dancing Stefan had tried. She took pity on him. This wasn't the first time he'd danced with her here. She wrapped her arms up around his shoulders and kept moving with the music, sinking and slithering around him.

She stared into his eyes and he was lost.

By the time she looked up several songs later, Stefan had already escaped.

Stefan knew from the moment Klaus stepped in that it was time for him to get out of there. Genevieve was doing research and these two would be going at it again in no time. Watching them have sex once in two days was enough for him. Maybe if he fell asleep before they got in, he wouldn't hear them. Maybe if he got drunk enough, he wouldn't hear them. Maybe if he didn't go home, he wouldn't hear them.

"Let's go home," she murmured.

He completely agreed.

"Cami! Cami! I'm leaving with my boyfriend, Klaus," she gave him a peck on the cheek as they left for putting up with her nonsense. If Klaus wasn't as possessive as he was, he wanted to tattoo his name all over her, it might bother him, but he was, so it didn't.

Pulling her outside and around a darkened corner, he maneuvered her against a brick wall and leaned into her neck, "What was all that talk about getting busy? Just talk Caroline? Why are you wearing pants anyway?" he ended with a growl.

She jumped up, wrapping her legs around his waist. "I can do this though."

"This" was pretty good. Her long legs held him tight and they made out in the dark. She ran her hands up under his shirt, feeling his back muscles tighten where she went. His hands wrapped around her, helping her stay upright. Their mouths were fused, nipping and sucking.

They went as far as they could with all their clothes on, but it was time to move on to someplace more comfortable.

"Can we go home now? Doing it outside is ok and all, but I'd really like to end up in your bed."

Klaus whooshed them off and Stefan couldn't help but hear them later after all.

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A/N So I guess I lied about a little break, but I think I mean it now. Who knows?

There are no real plots to these drabbles, just a little bit of fun.

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