25 Days of Klaroline: Day 14 – Klaroline + College

To Sir With Love (smut warning)

Present Day…

Caroline walked towards the door, clutching her essay in her hand apprehensively. She raised her hand to knock noting his name in big bold letters, Professor Niklaus Mikaelson - Director of Archaeology.

"Miss Forbes?" He asked as he opened the door.

"Professor Mikaelson," she answered. "I've come to see you about my latest assignment."

"Yes, of course Miss Forbes," he said formally. "Please come in."

She smiled slightly before entering his rather cramped office. Books of all sizes and colours lined the walls and his wooden desk was strewn with papers. She figured he must have been doing some marking before she arrived.

"So what seems to be the problem?" He asked, closing the door behind her.

"Well considering my latest grade, I thought you might be able to give me some tips on how I can improve."

"Let me have a look," he took the paper from her outstretched hand and placed it on the desk. A bright red 99% was marked at the top. "Oh yes I can see the problem now."

He raised his eyes from the paper, sending her the usual cheeky smile that drove her crazy.

"So what can I do about it sir?"

"Well I'm afraid this might take a while, feel free to make yourself comfortable," he murmured gesturing towards the chesterfield couch in the corner.

"If you insist," she replied unzipping her dress and letting it slip down so it puddled at her feet. She watched as his eyes flicked over her body slowly, devouring each curve as he made his way southward. She felt herself stir knowing she would never grow tired of him admiring her like that.

"You wore the red," he remarked, his voice husky with desire.

"I know it's your favourite," she grinned. "Now, how about you come over here and give me some of those tips."

"Oh, more than glad to comply love," he smirked. "Although past experience tells me you don't need much help in that area."

6 months earlier….

"Just when I think he can't get any hotter, he has to go and prove me wrong," Katherine purred in her ear.

Caroline's eyes greedily followed their archaeology Professor as he paced back and forth, talking about something or rather. She had completely lost her concentration in his dark blonde curls, soulful blue eyes and crimson lips, not to mention the white Henley that hugged his broad chest. This lack of concentration seemed to happen a lot, if she was being honest it was pretty much every class.

Caroline never had the slightest interest in ancient artefacts or fossils but one look at the new Professor at the beginning of the college year was all it took to enrol. Unfortunately, she wasn't the only one with the idea and most of the junior female class had signed up as well.

"Miss Forbes?" Katherine nudged Caroline sharply in her ribs, breaking her from her trance.

"Ouch," she groaned, sending her friend a dirty look then noticing Katherine gesturing to the front of the room. Professor Mikaelson was looking at her curiously, so too the rest of the class.

"Are we disturbing you Miss Forbes?" He asked, his crisp English accent causing shivers to ripple through her body.

"Uh, not at all Professor," she stuttered, feeling a blush cross her cheeks. He'd never spoken to her and the first time he did she had to act like an absolute idiot.

"Well, now we've got that sorted, I would like you to see me after class."

"Sure," she mumbled, unable to say anything else. She lowered her head, scared of losing herself forever in his blue eyes.

"Way to be cool Care," Katherine chuckled. "He must have called you like three times."

"I was distracted," she hissed, determined not to get caught out again. Once was embarrassing enough.

"Yeah I think the whole class got that," she teased. "That much eye candy can be tough to handle, though it's okay to drool."

"I wasn't drooling," she whispered, noticing her neighbour on the other side looking at her strangely.

"Not yet anyway, I wonder what he wants to see you about."

"I have no idea," Caroline murmured. She wasn't sure whether to be excited to have a little one on one time with Professor Sexy or whether to be scared about how she'd behave in front of him. Today definitely wasn't her finest moment. She just had to take a few deep breaths and relax.

"Well let's just hope you've been naughty and he'll spank you as punishment." Caroline felt her blush return with a vengeance. She certainly wasn't averse to a good spanking, especially if he was the one doing it.

"Behave yourself Katherine," she muttered.

"Life's far too short to behave," she laughed. "I hope you remember that when you're all alone with Professor hottie." She didn't answer, just shook her head. She couldn't wait for class to finish that was for sure, not that she'd admit that to Katherine.

People expected Katherine to be bad, it was just part of her nature but Caroline had always been so good, angelic even. Her grades were perfect and her attendance record impeccable. The thoughts running through her head about him, however, were far from good.

Fast forward thirty minutes and she found herself slowly approaching him, waiting for the remaining students to file out so that it was just the two of them.

"Miss Forbes." He acknowledged, as she made her way to the front of the class. Caroline really wished she'd worn a cute dress that showed a bit more skin instead of the skinny jeans and shirt she'd haphazardly thrown on in haste during her rush that morning.

"Professor Mikaelson."

"It's okay; you can call me Klaus out of class. I've always found Professor to be particularly stuffy, reminds me of my father."

"Your father is a Professor too?" She asked placing her books down on the nearest desk, excited to hear something personal about him.

"He's retired now," he replied, his expression particularly sombre. Caroline sensed some tension there. "I, uh, actually wanted to talk about your work."

Caroline's ears perked up, she was a high achiever and always scored near perfect marks, which made her all the more curious about what he was going to say.

"It's come to my attention that your work hasn't been up to standard."

"Excuse me?" Caroline baulked, her defence mechanisms kicking in. Her work was perfect; she figured he must be blind not to see that.

"There are just a few things that I'd like to discuss with you."

"I don't understand," she replied in frustration, wracking her brain for what she'd done that was apparently so bad.

"Well maybe we can get together and I can explain further?"

"As in?" She snorted, unable to accept that she of all people needed help.

"Some private tuition." As worked up as she was, for some reason that idea didn't sound altogether unappealing. Caroline had to physically stop herself from licking her lips, the term only conjuring up arousing images in her head.

He looked at her closely, his lips curving into a smile, his gorgeous dimples only accentuated. She could smell his aftershave she was that close and its intoxicating aroma was making her dizzy. Noting his expression, Caroline was starting to wonder whether it really was her work or was he actually hitting on her? She wasn't sure, but she was more than willing to find out.

"That would be okay, I guess," she murmured, returning his smile and trying to ignore the burning sensations between her legs.

"I have another class now, but how about tomorrow, say 5pm?"

"Here?" She asked, looking around the classroom.

"How about my office, we'll have more privacy there," he said knowingly.

"That's probably for the best," she replied, unable to hide her excitement.

Xxxx

"Wear the red, definitely," Katherine instructed from Caroline's bed in their dorm room.

"I'm not wearing my red dress; it's far too formal for…"

"Private tuition?" She grinned mischievously. "I actually meant the lingerie."

"I am not going to have sex with him," she shot back in denial, but feeling the exact opposite.

"Oh come on, private tuition Care? It's the worst excuse I've ever heard; even I know your work is sickeningly impeccable."

"Well thanks, I think," she muttered. "I guess we'll wait and see."

"I'm so jealous," Katherine groaned. "Every girl at college would die to be in your position right now."

"Well, as much as I want to make everyone jealous, including you Kitty Kat," she teased. "It's probably just going to be a boring lesson on how to make archaeology more exciting. If that's even possible."

"Well I think sex with him will definitely spice up the subject," she laughed. "I bet you $50 you end up writhing underneath him on his desk." Caroline felt her face flush thinking she wouldn't mind that at all.

"What are the terms?"

"Well, when I win you have to give me a blow-by-blow description of events, oh and find out if he's got a brother?"

"A brother?"

"Those genes must run in the family," she explained. "If you're going to get some, I want something too."

"And if I win?"

"Honey, I think having no sex is punishment enough."

xxxx

"Miss Forbes," Professor Mikaelson said, as he opened his office door. "Please come in, I've been expecting you." Caroline walked in nervously, not sure what to expect. All she knew was that if this didn't result in some sort of physical intimacy she'd be extremely frustrated, what with the build up from Katherine.

"Please take a seat," he said, gesturing towards the couch. She sat down, glad to have some support for her shaking legs. He regarded her closely and immediately she felt self conscious about what she was wearing.

With Katherine's help she'd decided on a cute blue dress, short enough to expose the length of her creamy legs and low enough to show the swell of her breasts. The fact that it brought out her blue eyes was an added bonus.

"So what do we need to discuss?" She asked, finally finding her voice. She wanted to come across like a half normal person at least.

He turned around busying himself at his desk rifling through his papers. She was trying not to check out his taut ass, but it was a little difficult when it was fitted so snugly in his dark denim jeans.

"Here it is," he exclaimed picking up some paper and turning around surprising her. She had to immediately avert her eyes so he didn't catch her ogling him. "Your latest essay…"

"What's wrong with it?" She asked curiously.

"It's just that you had an error."

"Error?" She baulked. How dare he accuse her of an error? Caroline Forbes didn't make errors. "Where?"

"Here," he said sitting beside her and rubbing up against her bare leg. He pointed out one of her supposed mistakes. She felt her mouth drop, shocked that she'd made such an obvious spelling error.

"I must have overlooked it," she mumbled, annoyed at herself. She decided to blame it on the fact she wanted to get it in early to try and impress him. She felt herself growing increasingly annoyed. Maybe this was innocent, although she was surprised to get called in for one stupid spelling mistake.

"Well just make sure you remember for next time." She looked at him curiously, unable to stop herself from speaking.

"You seriously called me in here for one spelling mistake?"

"Well, I like to make sure I give all my students feedback," he murmured.

"Okay then," she conceded. "I suppose I should get going." She attempted to stand up but his hand found its way to her arm making her stop in her tracks.

"Okay I admit it."

"Admit what?" She asked holding her breath in anticipation.

"I have a crush."

"You have a crush?" She asked incredulously.

"Well not only are you extremely intelligent Miss Forbes, I haven't been able to keep my eyes off you."

"Really?"

"Yes really," he added. "I, uh, just want you to know I've never done this before."

"Done what?"

"Become this besotted with one of my students," he confessed. "I know it isn't appropriate but for some reason…" Before he could finish she closed the gap finding her mouth with his.

They were as soft as she'd imagined and she groaned against his lips as he massaged her mouth with his tongue.

He snaked his arms around her waist and pulled her towards him greedily so that she was practically on his lap. She reciprocated, looping her hands around his neck and fully immersing herself in his kisses. He tasted just as delicious as she imagined.

He pulled away abruptly, making her look at him curiously. Was this the part where he apologised and sent her away? He ran a hand through her golden waves affectionately, his eyes gazing deeply into hers.

"How about dinner?" He asked.

"Dinner?"

"You know food?" He teased.

"Haha," she drawled. "I suppose I could eat something." She wasn't sure what had come over him, but for some reason she was glad he was taking things slow.

Xxxxx

Back to Present Day…

Klaus strode across the room like a wild animal, closing the gap between them in an instant and picking her up so that she was straddling him. She yelped in excitement then leaned down discovering his mouth and losing herself in his kisses.

He unhooked her bra in one move watching in delight as it fell off, exposing the creamy breasts he was intimately familiar with. He leaned in, capturing her exposed nipple with his mouth and tugging on it. She moaned in response, her head rolling back to enjoy the reverberations he'd caused.

"You still haven't learnt how to keep quiet in all this time love," he quipped.

"What can I say you bring it out in me," she groaned. "A little less conversation and a little more action mister."

"You stole that from Elvis," he groaned, running his hand along her stomach and towards her wet centre. "You know what I think about plagiarism."

"Well if that's the case I can always stop Professor," she baulked, pulling away momentarily and making him feel cold from the distance.

"You said that on purpose," he growled pulling her flush against him and placing kisses along her collar bone then dipping lower so he could caress the swell of her breasts.

"Oh do you mean Professor?" She asked, cocking her left eyebrow suggestively.

"You realise that now I'm going to have to ravage you senseless love?" Klaus asked.

"No complaints here," she grinned. "But you are far too overdressed for my liking."

"Well I'm sure we can fix that," he replied, his breathing ragged as he placed her on the couch gently and removed his jeans and pants in one go. She looked up at his obvious hardness excitedly, desperate to have him inside her.

He knelt down, pulling down her brief red panties and straddling her possessively. She could feel his erection straining against her leg and ran her hands along his back pulling him even closer, if that was possible.

Klaus couldn't wait any longer, entering her quickly, the feel of her wet centre only spurring him on further. He thrust into her slowly at first, then quicker as their rhythm increased. She bucked her hips upwards desperate to meet him stroke for stroke.

Klaus groaned and she knew he was close; she could feel herself tighten in response. He plunged into her one last time and she felt a delicious haze settle over her, lapping up all the sensations it caused. He came a moment later relishing in the pleasure she'd created.

He collapsed on top of her, as they panted away. He pulled her towards him, desperate to have her skin against his. Klaus knew he'd never grow tired of her; she was the one after all.

Six months had passed and Caroline couldn't imagine life without him. Yes, it would seem inappropriate to an outsider but their attraction had led to much more than sex, they loved each other.

In three months they were going to England, she was going to complete her final year of study at Oxford and he was taking a job at the local museum. They didn't have to hide away any longer and they couldn't be happier.

Katherine was making the trip too, turns out his brother Elijah had taken quite a liking to the feisty brunette.

Caroline couldn't believe she'd found the love of her life this way but at the end of the day who cared how they'd found each other?