gooddame asked: Klaroline + pajamas. She needs the top he needs the bottom. They split the payment and maybe a meal? Hugs! Hope you get inspired and something lovely happens for you!

Thanks Jenn! And for being so lovely to me as usual! Wow, so much going on here, will see what I can do with some of that…

What's Mine is Yours

"What do you think you're doing?" He asked, his voice emitting a low growl as he said it. It always seemed to happen when she was close by and scantily clothed in lacy lingerie.

"I'm getting ready for bed, Klaus," she teased. "I know you've been away for a few weeks but figured you'd remember something so routine."

"Don't try to deflect, love," he smiled knowingly. "Last time I checked those were mine." He gestured to the matching set of pyjamas she was laying out on the bed.

"Technically," she argued. "But you've been away so I sort of decided to borrow them."

"And what's wrong with yours?" He asked curiously, his eyebrows raised.

"Mine don't smell like you," she murmured, her blue eyes gazing into his. Klaus felt his chest constrict, knowing just how much he loved this woman and just how much he wanted to show her that. But first he wanted to have some fun.

"And now I'm back," he stated, secretly excited about just how delicious she'd look in his sleepwear. But then Klaus was certain his girlfriend would look beautiful in anything "So, hand them over."

"You can't be serious," she huffed, holding the top against her chest defensively.

"Oh, I'm deathly serious, sweetheart," he threatened, moving towards her swiftly and attempting to pry them from her hands.

"Klaus, no fair," she pouted, tugging them back and forward. "Why can't you just wear something else, or nothing at all? I'm particularly partial to the second option, in case you were wondering."

"Oh," he smirked, letting go and surprising her as she fell back onto the bed. "So, you want me to be naked but you get to wear my pyjamas? How is that fair?" He took his opportunity and pounced, straddling her now while running his hands along the valley between her breasts, his eyes devouring every inch of bare skin.

"It's the middle of winter, it's freezing," she whined, trying to act indignant but Klaus could tell by her increasingly ragged breathing that pyjamas were the last thing on her mind.

"Don't worry, I can keep you warm, love," he growled, nipping at her neck then feathering kisses along her collar bone, relishing in the sound of her resulting moans.

"Don't think this argument is over, Mikaelson," she panted, letting his mouth wander further south.

"In the spirit of wanting to have sex with my beautiful girlfriend who I haven't seen in weeks, how about we make a deal?" He murmured against her bare skin.

"What kind of deal?"

"We'll split the pyjamas, you can have the top and I get the bottoms, I mean what's mine is yours, right? Now, does that sound fair to you?"

"I suppose that would be okay," she hissed, writhing against him as he continued his assault. "Now, shut up and have your way with me."

Klaus didn't need to be asked twice.