25 Days of Klaroline: Day 16 – Klaroline + (Room) Mates

Another one I wasn't going to do anything for, but this is just a short one for fun.

The Gambler

"So how was Sven?" Klaus quipped from the couch, as she walked in the front door of their shared apartment. He was holding up a piece of paper with the number 5 on it. She rolled her eyes in response.

"Are you really going to keep scoring my dates out of ten?"

"Yes," he said simply.

"Don't you have anything better to do?"

"Not really, plus it's fun," he quipped sending her his most dazzling smile, his dimples out in full force.

"How old are you again?" She asked, thinking the driver's license he'd compulsorily provided when they moved in together must have been doctored.

"Old enough to know you have bad taste in men, love."

"His name was Nils," she drawled, choosing to ignore his running commentary on her love life and kicking off her high heels. They'd been living together now for eighteen months and had been trading blows ever since. Caroline knew if he ever left she'd miss his little quips, not that she'd ever admit that to him.

"Same thing," he shot back.

"It's not the same thing."

"What is it with you and foreign names?" He asked curiously. "Do you have a thing for all things exotic?"

"Well your name is supposedly exotic, but yet I have no interest in you whatsoever roomie," she scoffed, flopping onto the couch next to him.

"Haha," he laughed sarcastically. "I seem to recall you draped all over Fabio the other week."

"He was hot," she exclaimed in her defence.

"His name was Fabio," he groaned. "That should have been enough for you to reject him on the spot."

"Oh like you can talk about your bevy of blonde bimbos; Barbie, Bambi and Bunny," she argued.

"You're blonde," he replied smugly.

"But yet I'm not named after an animal or a plastic doll with unrealistic measurements, and I actually know what IQ stands for."

"Oh come on, acronyms can be difficult for anyone," he spluttered.

"Except Bambi knew what LOL stood for," she growled. "How do you explain that?"

"I bet you were one of those mean girls at school."

"Says the guy scoring my dates out of ten."

"I had some free time," he replied shrugging his shoulders. "Plus I think you need my guidance; you know given your horrible taste in men."

"So Dr Expert, who do you think I should be dating?"

"Well I'm no expert on dating, it's always been more about the sexual connection for me."

"I'll bet," she drawled. "Because sex is everything,"

"See now you're seeing things my way," he agreed, removing the cushion that was lodged between them.

"I was being sarcastic," she groaned. "I know it's a foreign concept for your little groupies."

"There's no need to be jealous," he lectured. "I'm more than happy to share my sexual expertise with you."

"Ah thanks, but no thanks," she growled. "I'm going to bed."

"Now that's the perfect response," he replied triumphantly. "Let's go."

"Ah, excuse me?" She baulked, placing the cushion back between them for her own protection.

"You're too uptight love," he shared. "All you need is a really good…"

"No need to elaborate further," she shook her head. "I think I'll be more than okay."

"There's nothing wrong with friends with benefits love," he grinned knowingly. "I can help identify exactly what you want."

"How is that exactly?"

"How about you give me one night and I can prove it to you," he suggested. She had to admit it was slightly tempting. There was no denying her arrogant roommate was gorgeous, albeit annoying.

"Fine," she agreed calling his bluff, the shock registering on his face was reward enough for her.

"You're serious?"

"I wouldn't have suggested it if I wasn't," Caroline said nonchalantly. "I'm expecting a lot though you realise." His face fell briefly and she could sense some hesitation on his part.

"Well maybe then I'm not worthy," he mumbled, his eyes cast downward. For all his bravado, she suddenly felt guilty.

"I beg to differ," she whispered, placing her finger under his chin and raising it upwards so that his blue eyes met hers.

"Trust me, you don't want to sleep with someone who might be at risk of falling in love with you."

"You might be in love with me?" She asked incredulously, her heart beginning to race. She'd always been attracted to him, but for some reason she'd written him off. After all, he was too much of a womaniser for her taste. Was this all part of his ploy? "I really don't need you playing with my feelings Klaus."

"I'm not playing with you," he confessed quietly. "But it's okay, I know you don't feel the same way about me."

"What makes you think that?"

"You always tease me," he shrugged his shoulders. "It's okay, I understand I'm not the right guy for you."

"Let's not jump to conclusions," she commented, removing the cushion between them, desperate to get closer.

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying I want you," she explained.

"How about we take things slow then?"

"Says the guy who was propositioning me not five minutes ago," she replied.

"I didn't think you'd take me up on my offer," he admitted sheepishly. "I wasn't expecting you to call my bluff."

"You'd be terrible at poker," she laughed, pulling him in for a much anticipated kiss.