"Klaus and Caroline meet when she comes to model (for extra cash) for his art class."

Rated M for obvious reasons. I couldn't write this and not involve smut, I generally don't think it's possible.

- Shauna! xo

"Mr Mikaelson?"

"Yes?" Klaus' head snapped up from his desk where he was currently grading some papers to see a feisty blonde staring amusedly down at him, hand propped sassily on her hip as her eyebrows rose, lips pursed and her heel tapping continuously on the marble flooring.

She was dressed in a black miniskirt that hugged her thighs perfectly and emphasised her long, pale legs (that he was sure went on for miles) just as well. Her torso was covered by a flowy, yellow tank top which was a v, very low cut and her breasts were pushed up, straining against the fabric.

He licks his lips as he eyes her cleavage, heaving with each breath she takes.

When he finally directs his attention to her face, he expects to find annoyance there. But annoyance is the last thing he finds.

In fact, if he is not mistake, there's lust clearly radiating through her blue orbs at his unashamed ogling of her.

He smirks wickedly as she blushes, a light red staining her lovely cheeks and she chuckles nervously, pushing a strand of hair back from where it had fallen onto her neck-

-and all he can think about is how much he wants to mark that pretty little neck as he fucks her (preferably on his desk, but he's not picky).

When he looks back at her face, her lips are moving and her hands are waving enthusiastically as she pushes a yellow piece of paper in his direction.

(Woops. Had he not been listening?)

He looks down at the desk and that's it. The paper she'd pushed towards him was the advertisement for a model for the beginning of art class this semester since Kathy (he thinks that was her name but in all honesty, he didn't pay very much attention to her) had dropped out.

He barely breaths before he's looking back up at her, a mysterious twinkle in his eyes. "You've got it."

She looks down at him in disbelief, eyes wide and a sense of innocence in them as her fingers twitch. "Seriously?"

He laughs and its so carefree and genuine that it shocks even him.

"Yes," he tells her, smile etching at his lips as she grins. "You're the first one to express interest and class starts tomorrow so why not?"

"Okay," she smiles brightly at him and it leaves him so breathless that her smile is directed at him because it's so lovely and beautiful an-

"What time are you expecting me?" she interrupts his musings after a few minutes.

He shoots her a polite smile. "9 am. Class begins at ten so that leaves us time to discuss your contribution and pose that I would request for you to be in."

She nods, flipping her hair over her shoulder as she clutches her bag tightly in her hands and shoots him one more of those beautiful smiles, "See you tomorrow, Mr Mikaelson."

He shouts her back when she's near the door, "Caroline?"

Her hand pauses on the handle as she twirls back around to face him with an expectant expression on her face, an eyebrow raised curiously.

He smirks sinfully, dimples protruding and he lets his voice drop an octave for his next words, "I think it'll be okay for you to call me Klaus."

It effects her. Clearly effects her. Shock plasters itself over her face as her eyes darken immediately, hand clutching more firmly onto the door handle and he'd be willing to bet her legs feel faint. He can't help it, his smirk widens as he dimples at her, peering up at her from beneath his lashes.

"Of course," her voice is just as breathless as she looks when she speaks. "Klaus," she tests his name out briefly, tongue curling around the digits carefully and this time, his eyes are the ones that have darkened-

-and god, how he loves his name on her lips.

(He'd love it even more if she was screaming it in his arms on the edge of ecstasy.)

And because he's Klaus Mikaelson and he just can't help himself, he shoots her a wink and one last wicked smirk.

"I'll see you tomorrow, love," and maybe he emphasises the accent.

Just a little.

XXX

It takes Klaus precisely five minutes after class had begun the next day to realise he was screwed. Seriously and severely screwed.

He'd watched as Caroline had undressed and then trailed his hands across her body to direct her into the correct pose for the day. It was simple, her back facing the side as her head tilted softly to the right, comfortable and easy to sketch.

He'd relaxed in his chair to begin with until he'd become restless, legs stretching as he eyed Caroline, biting her lip between her teeth as she stared at an imaginary spot on the wall. Her breasts were perfect, pushed out in the air slightly and all he wanted to do was-

He sighs, regretful but yet so thankful as the bell rings out.

Clearly his throat, he coughs as he stands. "That's it for today. We'll continue with this Monday."

Caroline sits rigidly as he comes around with tape to mark her pose, softly trailing his fingers accidentally over her soft skin, hesitating to gauge her reaction and grinning at the pleasurable sigh she lets out. He was going to have her, one way or another.

When he glances back up to her, she's looking down at him as she bites her lip, contemplation written all over her face.

He grins. "Yes, Caroline?"

The look she gives him is absolutely sinful which is how Caroline finds herself pinned up against the interactive board not ten minutes later after all of the students had filed out with her legs wrapped around a very muscular waist.

Her groan is very loud as she tips her head backwards, his eyes following the movement as his head just down to suck the perfect, flawless skin between his lips. He nibbles down there harshly, tongue soothing the bite over and growling, a low, masculine sound vibrating from deep within his chest as she pushes forward to meet his thrusts, hips meeting his enthusiastically.

Right at the very moment, Klaus is cursing the fact that she put her close back on but delighting in the fact that it included a very short, skater skirt with a tight fitting top.

Without hesitation, his hands are travelling slowly up her legs, the luscious skin she has on display causing him to growl against her again and again, feeling her smirk as she breathes against him.

Before long, he has her lips attached to his once more and his hand is rubbing her softly over her underwear and this time, it's him whose smirking against her lips as he feels a familiar wetness there.

"Don't grow too found of yourself, Klaus," she breaths out as she parts from him.

He grins, predatory and wolfish as his hand rips away the material in his way in the same breath, delighting in the moan she makes.

"I wouldn't dream of it, sweetheart," he murmurs before one of his fingers is teasingly covering her slit, touch too light to be really stimulating.

She lets out a frustrated groan as her head tips back against the board, hips rolling against him. He sighs, taking the unsubtle hint she was so giving him and sinks two fingers into her silky depths.

The loud, long moan of "Klaus" she lets out is absolutely sinful and he's soon thrusting his fingers in and out of her at a brutal pace, a small groan of "Caroline" on his own lips as he feels her wetness.

"God," he groans, catching her lips in a brief, heated kiss. "Gonna feel so good wrapped around me."

It seems Caroline is unable to respond to his words in any other way than the loud "Klaus" she lets out once more.

He grins, feeling her thighs tighten around his waist and takes it as a hint to continue.

"You like that don't you?" he murmurs, head angling over her as he edges nearer, lips less than a hairbrush away from hers. "Like knowing that you make me so crazy that I just have to have you?" he adds in a thrust of his hips just as he circles his thumb over her clit in rough movements.

"God," she moans out, head snapping back forward as her eyes travel downwards to see his fingers disappearing inside of her. "God, Klaus. I'm-"

"Yes," he hisses, movements more rough as he feels her clenching around him. "Come for me, Caroline."

She's nodding frantically as her eyes follow his movements and he briefly wonders if this is a turn on for her, watching what he was doing to her body.

"Mm," she's still moaning, bottom lip stuck between her teeth as she gazes up at him seductively.

He growls, "I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk any more, love."

Her head nods enthusiastically as though she can get on with his plan very quickly.

"Right after you come for me," he emphasises his statement by thrusting another finger into her tight heat. "Now, come for me."

Happily, she obeys, walls clenching tightly around his fingers as her head tips back, a loud moan of Klaus on her lips as she does so.

He rubs soothing, soft circles on her clit as she comes around, soothing her from her orgasm. When she looks back at him, he's looking down at her with such awe and such hunger in her eyes that her eyes sparkle up at her, lips pulling up into a soft smile.

"So," she begins as his fingers gradually stop their soft movements. "Are you going to live up on that promise you made me?"

"And what's that?" he mutters, distracted by the way her hand is unbuttoning the buttons on his shirt carefully and pushing it over his shoulders, nails curving around his shoulders and travelling softly down his torso.

She bites her lip purposefully, eyelashes fluttering as she looks up at him. She waits until her lips are on his that she whispers against him, "To fuck me until I can't walk."

And she's the only that can be blamed for his complete loss of control.

His pants are shoved down to his knees with a single minded thought as he pushes her firmly against the board, buried balls deep inside of her in the next minute.

He's breathing heavy, teeth gritted as he gives her a moment to adjust and smirking as he watches her eyelashes flutter, the breath catching in her throat as she gets use to him.

"You know, love," he begins, almost casual, as he pulls out of her very slowly until only the tip remains. "I think I'd prefer it if you called me Mr Mikaelson."

He waits until her eyes are on his, wide and open as they stare back, mouth parted and she's nodding frantically.

Smirking, he thrusts back home and soon he's set a frantic pace, her hips struggling to keep up as they rock back against him. He feels it the moment she releases all control to him, hips no longer meeting his as he grips them to pull her more harshly against him.

The sound of skin slapping together fills the classroom as his balls meet her skin, her nails scraping roughly down his back. In fact, they were so sharp against his skin that he was positive she'd broke it, nails enthusiastically ripping.

His lips latch onto her throat, biting harshly as he determines to leave a mark and groaning as he feels her swallow, feels her puff out air against his own neck. Her skin is soft under his teeth as he sucks a mark, hips moving almost violently against her, fucking her against the interactive white board.

It's not long before he feels the tell tale signs of her impending release, walls clenching tightly around him. His own head throws back in the throws of passion, hand searching frantically under her skirt for the pearly button he knows will push her over the edge.

And push her over the edge it does, screaming his name as she does so.

He's still slamming into her as she recovers from her orgasm and from the look on her face when she looks up at him with such dark lust in her eyes, she's well on her way to another one.

He's growling through clenched teeth with the effort not to leave her tattling on the edge and he's groaning even louder when he feels her own finger thumbing at where they're joined, eyes staring down at them lustfully.

"Are you going to come for me, Caroline?" he gets out between a tight jaw as he bottoms out, shuddering at her enthusiastic nod. "Then come for me," he growls.

Once more, she happily agrees and milks his own orgasm from him, collapsing against her seconds later as she rubs soothing hands down his back where her nails had previously dug in.

(And you bet that "Mr Mikaelson" was loud on her lips when she did.)

He feels her smirk as she traces the red lines in his back.

(He just knew she was a wolf in sheep's clothing.)

XXX

It's not until later, when she was absolutely spent and had collapsed in his bed with a satiated smirk on her lips did he ask her.

"So," he began, a hint of nervousness in his tone. "Does this mean you'll go on a date with me?"

She shot up in bed, faster than what she could have given how exhausted she was with a raised eyebrow and sassy look marring her features. "After that performance, you can have whatever the hell you want."

(He couldn't stop the smug smirk from spreading across his lips.)

"You're a smug ass," she mumbles as she relaxes against the pillows.

He laughs, following her example as he wraps his arms loosely around her waist and smiling as she buries her face in his neck.

"Now, shut up, Klaus," she tells him, eyes drifting shut. "Sleeping."

"That's Mr Mikaelson to you," he reminds her cheekily, chuckling slightly.

She snorts, eyes opening as she smiles up at him. "You wish."

She, however, ignores him as she snuggles further into his chest, smiling at his "Night, love."

"It could be tomorrow as you fuck me on your table," she tells him, casually, hand stroking down his torso lightly before she promptly passes out.

He groans.

He just knew she was sent to kill him.