Klaus was sure he'd never met anyone who drank as much coffee as his girlfriend.
She'd been addicted long before she knew him.
The first time they'd met, all those years ago in her second year of college, was thanks to coffee.
In true movie cliché form, he'd bumped into her and she'd spilt her triple shot latte all down his front.
He'd growled menacingly at her for ruining his favourite shirt, expecting her to cower and apologise, before scurrying off.
She'd blanched, however, and given him a harsh talking to for having the gall to growl at her for something that was his fault, completely shattering his expectations.
And, all these years later, despite both of them having their much-loved routines, she was still rocking his world daily.
And she was still drinking upwards of seven cups of coffee a day.
Klaus wasn't sure if her coffee dependency was healthy, but he knew better than to try and change that part of her.
The one time he tried weaning her off caffeine, he switched her beans from caff to decaf without telling her.
It had not been a smart move.
There had been yelling, and throwing around of coffee grounds at him – they still found stray grounds when cleaning – and she had stormed out.
Klaus hadn't seen or heard from her for a week after that, she having decided he was not worthy of her company, opting instead to stay with her best friend instead – who was evidently his sister, who had also given him a stern talking to about trying to change Caroline.
Klaus still shuddered even thinking about it.
Though, that morning, for some unknown reason, Klaus must have forgotten the fallout of meddling with her coffee, because that's exactly what he planned on doing.
In his defence, he and Caroline had been locked in an intense prank war this past month.
Which had started with her, and her meddling with his paints – which was Klaus' equivalent of Caroline's coffee – you didn't mess with his paints.
You just didn't.
So, Klaus was proud it had taken four weeks – and seven pranks each – for him to resort to tampering with the coffee, when she'd resorted to paint-play twice.
Anyway, when his alarm went off at 6 that morning, like it did every morning, he kissed her sleeping forehead – as usual – and made his way to the kitchen to put the kettle on, and begin cooking breakfast, just as their routine dictated.
Perfect.
She would suspect nothing.
And, just like she did every morning, Caroline clambered clumsily out of bed and stagger to the shower.
Klaus smirked.
It was go time.
While he heard the water begin to run in the bathroom, he quickly grabbed the sugar bowl and went to the walk in pantry, substituting the sweet white goodness of white sugar, with the tart almost bitter – but still good – goodness of table salt.
He had to choke back a laugh as he placed the little ceramic bowl back in its place.
He had just sat back at the table with his cup of tea, and morning newspaper – similar to every morning – as she stumbled into the kitchen in just her little pink fluffy towel, as per, and made a beeline for the coffee pot, fumbling with the task of making her morning drink.
Despite the fact she always showered before her coffee, the water did nothing to rouse her.
Nothing helped.
Except the caffeine.
She stood in her sleep-induced haze, impatiently waiting for the liquid heaven to pass her lips, so she could start her day properly.
When the brown elixir of life was finally ready, Caroline perked up at the mere smell.
It was show time.
She reached for the 'sugar' and then –
One.
Klaus bit his lip, determined to conceal his glee.
Two.
He took a large mouthful of his own beverage to cover the fact he was about to burst out laughing.
Three.
He bit down hard on his tongue, willing the giggles to dissipate or have his prank ruined.
Three and a half.
She must be particularly sleepy this morning, needing that extra 'sugary' jolt.
She was going to get a jolt alright.
After she'd dumped the equivalent of a small spade of 'sugar' into her cup, she began to raise it to her lips.
He hid behind the paper to cover his dimpled smile, and the uncontrollable laughter about to engulf him.
Once he'd regained his control Klaus lowered the paper, only to find a completely unimpressed Caroline coldly death glaring at him.
It was a look that made Klaus quiver, in fear for his safety.
And the safety of everyone he knew and loved for that matter.
Never once diverting her icy eyes leave his, she raised the cup to her lips once again, and gulped down the liquid in one, until there was not a single salty drop left.
Klaus was awed.
Not once did she flinch, wince or shudder.
"You know," Caroline said in a deadly voice. "For someone who is as intelligent as you, you sure as hell don't learn your lesson."
"How did you manage to drink that…?"
"Oh please, Klaus," she spat. "You say you're the alpha male, but we both know that's crap…"
She placed the cup gently on the counter, and began stalking threateningly towards him.
Her face was expressionless, but her eyes held a look of pure rage.
Klaus tried not to be turned on as she moved closer to him, but she was so sexy in that towel of hers.
And damn that damp hair flopping around her perfect face.
As she continued to seductively strut towards him, Klaus felt himself fill with more and more desire.
God, she was glorious.
As she reached him, she let her towel fall away, and she straddled him so there was only the thin fabric of his boxers separating them.
She fisted her fingers in his soft curls and Klaus nearly lost it right there.
He knew he was in the doghouse, but pulled her closer to him nonetheless, letting his hands grip her smooth arse tightly.
She leant in, her hot breath fanning over his neck, but before Klaus could bring her in and place a searing kiss on her mouth, she spoke dangerously into his ear.
"If you pull a stunt like that again," she murmured, so unbelievably close her lips were brushing his ear. "You will never again feel the bliss of coming inside me."
And with that, Caroline picked herself up off his lap, and returned to her morning routine, as though nothing out of the ordinary had transpired.
Klaus, on the other hand, knew he was going to have a hard time concentrating until he'd made it up to Caroline for messing with her coffee.
"Oh and by the way, I am the alpha, Klaus, I don't even know what weakness is. And don't you forget it."
This was the first ever prompt I got from someone, and I felt all tingly when I got it. 3 (the prompt was from thisisfuckingnotcool on tumblr - go follllow!)
Thanks like a thousand million to all the people who actually take the time to read my stories, it makes me happy.
I will take prompts from peeps, if you want to send them my way. :)