mini drabble idea, an art teacher is out sick so Caroline sweet-talks Klaus to fill in

Thanks luv! Such a great prompt. Hope you like my take : ) It's a little NSFW, and became a bit of a mixture of TO Klaroline and my own storyline. Sorry it took so long, my computer was having a melt down.

Mona Lisa Smile

"Caroline!," he whined childishly, taking her by surprise and pinning her naked form beneath him possessively. "You cannot be seriously asking me this right now?"

They both led busy lives, but it was only 5am. Klaus considered that scared time with his Queen and his wolf-like appetite for her was more intense than ever at that point.

"I thought it was the perfect opportunity, you're always more amenable to my requests in bed."

"Amenable to only you, love," he growled against her skin, his lips attacking her neck with renewed fervour. Her skin felt like it was on fire as his movements increased.

"I'm the principal of the school, Klaus," she squealed, the feeling of his lips and hands massaging her thighs having its desired effect. "Which means I need to find an art teacher replacement and I can't think of anyone more qualified than you."

"You're trying to sweet talk me," he teased, his mouth now firmly attached to her nipple, his tongue making its presence known.

"Maybe," she panted, bringing his head closer to her breasts, his impressive arousal pushing against her leg.

"Say please," he ordered.

"Please," she whimpered, unsure of how she was able to function and respond right now. He didn't respond just entered her swiftly.

His gaze were now focused on her, his finger tracing her pink lips as their rhythm and pace increased. "I'll think about it."

"You bastard," she let out, her breath ragged.

"But you still love me," he smirked, leaning down and nipping at her lips playfully. His tongue was immersed in her hot mouth before she knew what was happening.

Caroline took the opportunity to surprise him, flipping him so he was now underneath her. His dancing, blue eyes were telling Caroline that he didn't really care. "I love it when you take control, love."

"Well, I am trying to negotiate here," she drawled. "Do we have a deal?" He was thrusting into her more intensely now obviously trying to break her resolve, the only sounds in the room of their respective groans.

"Not quite."

"Unbelievable."

"I'm King of this town," he huffed, his fingernails finding their way down her back. "I have important things to do."

"Like terrorise people, fight with your siblings and throw a few ridiculous tantrums," she shot back. "Do I need to do that thing you love?" Klaus immediately rallied as she writhed above him. Klaus had never seen anything more beautiful in his thousand-year life.

"I'll think about teaching your students if we pick up on that particular manoeuvre tonight when you pose for my very own life class," he suggested, his left eyebrow cocked.

"Life class," she cried, her climax obviously close as she rocked back and forth. "Last time I checked the Mona Lisa wasn't all that excited to be captured."

"That's a portrait sitting not life class but you obviously haven't noticed that sly smirk she portrayed, just ask Leonardo Davinci what that was about."

"Always have to thrown in that insufferable and ancient, good old days boasting, don't you Mikaelson?"

"Fine, life class is, think Rose and Jack," he grunted as he thrust into her one last time, pulling her flush against his body. The fact he'd used a movie reference was obviously for her benefit, whether she actually registered it at that point was another thing.

She didn't respond, well nothing in English, Aramaic or any other language Klaus knew - and he knew a lot of them. Her body was quaking all over as she fell into his arms, completely spent.

It would have been ten minutes later when she first spoke. Caroline was tracing circles over his bare chest. "I lied, I know what life class is but I cannot believe you, of all people, used a Titanic reference. You always whinge when I want to watch that."

"That's the first thing you're going to say to me? And by the way, it's not the best way to get me to fill in for your art class, love."

"You were always going to do it," she grinned, feathering kisses along his collar bone softly. "You pretend to be annoyed, we play fight and then kiss and make up."

"Oh really? You think I'm that easy?"

"Pretty much but if you continue to deny my requests, I will have to tell Kol that you like Titanic."

"You wouldn't dare," he growled, flipping over so she was beneath him again.

"Oh, I would," she promised. "Unless you can convince me otherwise?"

"Is that a challenge?" Caroline didn't respond just licked her pink lips teasingly. Klaus always did love a challenge.