We all need Klaroline fluff right now.

Oh, and if anyone has a request, just let me know. Not every chapter has to be based solely on Win My Heart. You can give me a word or a situation you'd like to see a little drabble written about. Just let me know!

There is no number, but a prompt I found on Pinterest - Wrestle with me and let me win
 In which human Caroline is studying for finals and human Klaus doesn't like that.

"Give it back, Klaus."

"Nope." Klaus popped the 'p' with a grin. His long time best friend and recent lover narrowed her eyes threateningly. He loved that she got so worked up. He thought it was cute, and she knew it. It didn't matter, though. It never failed.

"I need to study," she insisted. "Just give me until ten."

"It's ten thirty, love," Klaus replied. He tossed the book onto their floor, making Caroline growl slightly. This was exactly what he wanted: her cheeks to color, and her chest to fall and rise with angry breaths, making her look very tempting in her tank top and too-small shorts.

Caroline stood from her desk and crossed her arms. "You won't get sex tonight."

"I highly doubt that," Klaus teased. "You can't resist my dashing looks and seductive eyes."

"If you make me angry enough I can," Caroline argued back. She had one test left—just one test—and he was getting impatient with her ceaseless studying. There was no doubt he was a huge distraction and temptation, as he had a wonderful body and way of looking at her that sent an uncomfortable itch through her. When she got that itch, it had to be scratched. That was something couldn't risk with a Western Civilization final hanging above her head.

"Come on, love," Klaus went on. Damn that accent. Why didn't he lose it when he moved to America? "Loosen up, you'll never pass if you're too stressed."

"Give me the book." Caroline stepped forward, trying to get last Klaus. He held her back, which she didn't like. "I suggest you move."

"No," he challenged. He prayed she would just give in and—

"Agh!" she let out a groan of frustration and tackled him, just like he planned. Klaus laughed as his girlfriend knocked him over. They rolled as he tried to pin her down, but she was fueled by irritation, and surprisingly strong. As they wrestled, she attempted a trick move or two, but Klaus outsmarted her. He managed to put her shoulders flat against the ground, a smirk on his face.

"You forgot who taught you to fight, dear Caroline," he whispered into her ear. "You can't pull my tricks on me."

Caroline attempted to hold back a sigh as his breath tickled her neck. Instead, she hooked her leg around his thigh and it picked back up again, the book forgotten. As they wrestled in the study, in the bedroom, in the living room, and back to the study, it was all about their own goals. Caroline to get out some pent up stress and frustration with her boyfriend, and Klaus to get her unstressed and into a different mind frame.

When success was made, Caroline straddled Klaus, her arms holding his in a painfully awkward way above his head. Though she'd won and he had admitted defeat, Caroline saw the look of triumph in his eyes and knew. His intention was never to win the mini wrestling match. It was to make her flushed, breast heaving and to put the two in an intimate position. She wanted to smack him desperately, but couldn't. He had won. There was no way for her to escape the need she now felt, the same need she always got when they were less than a foot from each other.

"You let me win," she hissed, eyes narrowed as she leaned teasingly down.

"I did not," Klaus replied, chin tilting towards her. "You're clearly dominating me at the moment. You do see who is on top?"

"Well," she said, forgetting the idea of pushing him away. Grabbing his shirt, she pulled him up to meet her, completely giving in. "If you want me dominant, you have to listen."

Klaus smirked. "What's my first command?"

"Shut the hell up and kiss me like you mean it."

Why disagree with that order?