R is for R-E-S-P-E-C-T

The tone of this one is pretty different than the others and this is a smutty chapter. (In other words, no fluffy Hope Mikaelson in this one, but she'll be back.) I wanted to try something new and this was the result. I really like it.

Disclaimer: These are not my characters.

Caroline was perched on a chair in the living room on a rainy April afternoon. 6 year old Hope was at school and it was one of Hayley's days to have her anyway. Klaus had gone out to meet with one of his real estate brokers. Kol and Elijah were supposed to visit later and go to dinner with Klaus.

She was reading a movie script. She'd been in 4 movies so far and loved making them. Being on set, getting to try on someone else's life for a few hours at a time was challenging, but it satisfied the go-getter in her.

Her next movie wouldn't start shooting for another few weeks. It would wrap just before her birthday. She was on the lookout for what would happen after that.

With a flick of her wrist, she closed the script and sighed. She wasn't interested in the project. It didn't offer a strong female character she was drawn to and frankly was pretty exploitative.

"Angela. It's Caroline," she said as she spoke with her agent. "I read the script." She named it.

"You did?" There was surprise in her voice.

"Yeah, I'm going to pass."

"Caroline, I know. Your husband told me last week you passed on it. I'm working on getting you more to read. I should have something soon."

Say what? "He did?"

"Yeah. Great accent," she answered.

"Has he done that before?" Caroline was very confused.

"No." Caroline heard a noise on the other end. "I've got to run. Talk to you later."

"Bye," Caroline said, not really paying attention, as she put down the phone and sat up.

Caroline was puzzled, but then her blood began to boil. She stood up and paced, unconsciously mimicking her husband.

One thought kept running through her head: Klaus called her agent and declined a role BEHIND HER BACK! It was a role she didn't know anything about and he declined it for her?

The only reasons she could guess why Klaus would have done such a thing was either he wanted to keep her around the house OR it was because the movie had a couple of scenes that would require her to be topless.

It was a horror, slasher film that wasn't very good. The only reason she read it was because it was filming in Louisiana.

Caroline had an hour to work herself up before Klaus got home, oblivious to the storm awaiting his return.

"Hello, sweetheart."

"Don't you 'sweetheart' me," she bit out, incensed.

Klaus raised a brow and set down his keys.

"Klaus, you ass, you called my agent and turned down a role WITHOUT TELLING ME!"

His face hardened as she yelled. "I was going to tell you."

"When? Why? Klaus, just no," she said, pushing her hands through her hair, incredibly frustrated.

Caroline marched upstairs to their bedroom and he followed. "Caroline, the movie was terrible."

That wasn't the point and she spun on him. "Have I ever gone behind your back and cancelled one of your deals?"

He put his hands behind his back. The answer to that was obvious.

"Exactly." She crossed her arms across her chest and tapped her foot, trying not to notice how nice he looked that day in his jeans and gray Henley. She was mad at him even if she was forever attracted to him. "It was the boobs, wasn't it?"

"Yes."

Caroline began pacing again, looking beautiful in shorts and a tank top.

"You're my wife," he started, trying to charm her, but she jumped in.

"I didn't get a 'Property of Klaus Mikaelson' brand on my ass when I married you, Klaus," she said dismissively, eyes blazing, cutting his plan off at the knees.

"Yes, clearly my thoughts don't matter," he said, getting angry himself. He was tired, cranky, and didn't want to deal with it.

"And yet I didn't hear your feelings when you didn't tell me them," she said snottily. She walked to the window. "They're my boobs and I'll show them when I want to."

"Don't you dare," he barked as she lifted her tank top and flashed the neighborhood from the upper window of the house.

"I dare," she with a smirk. It was a Wednesday afternoon and the neighborhood was quiet.

She heard a noise and looked down into the yard.

Kol was there.

He was shocked and then he grinned.

Caroline whipped down her shirt and made a noise as she stepped back.

"What?" Klaus asked, walking towards her, but she stopped him where he was in the doorway.

"Nothing," she chirped, not wanting to back down, dying to prove a point, one of her biggest flaws. She took off her shirt totally, turned, and flashed the yard again. "Get a good look, strangers!" She shook her shoulders.

There was a cough. She looked down into their yard again.

Elijah had joined Kol who hadn't moved. Kol gave her a thumb's up and Elijah didn't blink.

Caroline walked away from the window and slapped her forehead with her palm. That didn't go as planned.

"What?" Klaus asked again, aggravated.

"Kol and Elijah are down there," she whispered.

Klaus whooshed to the window. "Show's over. LEAVE!" He whipped the shades down.

They wisely left.

He felt his blood pressure rise to boiling.

"Do my breasts offend you, Klaus?" she asked him, trying to recover from that fiasco, watching him carefully. She walked around him, still mad, trying to gain the upper hand again. "Don't you have more than one topless painting of me in your studio?" She trailed a finger across his shoulders, pushing. "Pictures I'm sure you've used when you're by yourself in there?" she asked in a whisper, pointing towards his crotch.

His eyes narrowed, knowing her so well. "Wouldn't you like that?"

She sniffed, her vanity coming through. Sue her, she wanted her husband to desire her in all ways. "Yes."

He crossed his arms over his chest and smirked.

Argh! "I'll take that as a yes," she said crisply when he didn't answer. She licked her lips, getting to the point. "Do you still love me?"

"Of course," he snarled, getting more upset that she would even ask, head going back with disdain. "I will never stop loving you." If he wanted to sound threatening, it didn't work. It's what exactly what she wanted.

She also wanted Klaus. She wanted her sometimes overly possessive and smug Original Hybrid Alpha Male husband. She wanted him right there even though she also wanted to wring his neck.

"Good," she muttered, strutting into his face, drawn to him. "I'm still so mad at you."

He didn't want to make her mad, but he couldn't help notice that it looked good on her. Her eyes flashed and her cheeks were flushed. Her breasts slightly jiggled as she walked and he couldn't look away. She wasn't afraid of him one bit, getting right in his face.

"The feeling's mutual," he said, seeing the look in her eyes.

"Fuck me," she growled, grabbing his head and kissing his roughly, biting his lip in the process. Her eyes flashed with the hint of his blood in the air. His own eyes flashed yellow and her pussy pulsed.

Klaus squatted and took off her shorts. He picked her up and tossed her on the bed. She laughed and rubbed one foot over the other shin as he stripped off his clothes. With a growl, he jumped on the bed and climbed stealthily on top of her, all wolf-like.

Her fingers clawed his back and her legs twined around his hips. His erection was thick and ready against her belly. She wanted it inside her. He dove for her neck and she writhed from the pleasure of it. It was all fast movements and desperation. His tongue laved her skin and sucked hard as she scraped his back.

"Fuck me, Klaus," she repeated.

"You're not ready for me," he uttered against her lips and she squirmed, not wanting to be turned on by that statement, but turned on by it.

His hands cupped her breasts and brought them to his mouth, sucking on one nipple then the other. Her nails dug into his shoulders. He loved her breasts and he showed her by caressing them.

With a curse, she pushed and pushed him until he was on his back. He gave her a smug smile that kept her as irritated as possible with him. He laughed when he saw the look in her eyes and her eyes flashed, black veins creeping under her eyes, fangs falling.

Kneeling between his legs, Caroline leaned down and sank her fangs into Klaus' femoral artery. He yelped at the pinch. His hands fell to her head so close to where he really wanted her, fingers getting caught in the blonde strands.

After taking a few drags, Caroline sat up. She licked her blood-stained lips and Klaus groaned.

She was everything erotic.

With her fangs retracted, Caroline dove for his cock. The move surprised him and the suction was intense. His head reared back, eyes closing. Her teeth just grazed him and he growled, still upset himself, not wanting to let go of his anger yet.

Having Klaus' huge cock in her mouth certainly was enough to get her even more aroused.

She cradled his balls and then looked up, her mouth swollen, his bobbing dick seeking her mouth again. "If you come before you get inside me, Klaus, so help me…"

"It's never been a problem before," he said, eyes flashing. His huge ego and cock were on display. She gripped his cock in her hand tight enough that his eyes crossed.

Picking her up around the ribs, Klaus set her back on the bed. His fingers went down to her pussy. She squirmed as he checked how aroused she was, sending his fingers across her clit as well. "Having my cock in your mouth really does it for you, doesn't it, sweetheart?"

"Argh!" she yelled at him, utterly aggravated, as his dimples made an appearance. Yes, it did "do it for her." It wasn't the only thing, but it worked.

She dragged him up her body when he made a move to go down on her. "Later," she muttered. She needed him inside her that minute. Her legs wrapped around him, heels pressing into his ass.

With a flick of his hips, Klaus sent the first few inches of his cock inside her. She moaned with relief and grabbed the headboard above her head, needing something to cling to. He pumped his hips a few more times until he was fully inside her. She was wet enough, but it was a tight fit. Her eyes fluttered at the sensation.

"You're even tighter when you're mad at me," he murmured, fucking her and watching her breasts jiggle. Her tight pussy clamped down on him and he had to hold on from coming too soon. She wanted to get fucked and he would fuck her. One of his hands fell to one of her breasts, squeezing.

"Harder. Faster," she demanded, taunting him.

He lifted her legs higher up his hips, getting his knees firmly set on the mattress. He leaned forward and she squealed at how much deeper he was inside her. He grabbed the headboard behind her head too and sent his hips flying. The bed rattled at the pounding.

"Fuck," she groaned. Klaus was huge inside her and her body was squeezing him as tight as possible. Every in stroke had him hitting the spot she needed him to fuck hard. Every out stroke had all of her nerves firing with pleasure. His pubic bone thudded against her clit every time he pushed inside.

With her lip caught between her teeth, she looked up at him. He was sweating above her, straining to give her everything. The most powerful creature on the planet was giving her the fucking of her life. She raked her nails down his chest and gripped his necklaces so he'd look at her. The look in his eyes was feral. "Faster," she requested and he did. The bed rocked harder against the wall, threatening to knock down the paintings around the room. His eyes flashed again as he watched her taunt him, appreciating that she could drive him crazy and keep up with him like no one else.

She squirmed under him, using her legs to meet him in the middle, fucking him back. She wasn't a wilting flower. She was Caroline Forbes Mikaelson!

"Is that all you got, Original Hybrid?"

He grinned evilly and his hybrid features came out which sent her almost over the edge of the cliff. Even when he was insanely mad, there was no one he wanted but her. If she wanted more, he'd give it to her.

Their hips crashed against one another. Beads of sweat gathered at her temples, forming curls along her hairline, and underneath her breasts. Where their bodies touched, it was slick.

Her orgasm was building and building, spiraling into something huge. She was on the edge, getting tighter and tighter around him.

She watched his fangs get closer and closer to her neck. The anticipation and his fucking were going to kill her. Then he was there.

Klaus bit her neck and she came with a scream. She couldn't hear or see anything. It was just blinding pleasure that overwhelmed her, stars exploding behind her eyelids. If she lost consciousness, it wouldn't surprise her. Everything inside of her let go- all of her heightened emotions, anger, rage, frustration, euphoria, everything inside of her released all at once.

Her pussy spasmed and squeezed him so tight Klaus came with a shout, spilling his seed inside of her, unable to resist her one second longer, her blood filling his mouth. The taste of her always did him in. She always did him in.

Klaus rolled off her with a groan, watching her chest rise and fall as she recovered. His heart felt as if it was going to thump out of his chest. Each of their bodies had little muscle spasms, nerves trying to recover from the sensual overload.

Unable to think about anything else, Klaus ripped into his wrist and pushed it against her lips. She drank a little blood, enough to be cured of his bite, and he watched it heal.

Bloodsharing wasn't always part of their sex life, but it happened occasionally. They did it both making love and needing to feel that connection so wholly with someone else, including having the other's blood running through their veins, and when they were angry and reveling in their supernatural status.

"Do you still love me?" he asked moments later, needing to hear the answer as he watched her. She'd asked him the same question earlier.

She felt like a blissful limp dishrag, but Caroline rolled over and pulled his head down so he would look in her eyes, ready to have this conversation with her awesome husband whom she loved more than anything. "Always, Klaus and I know you love me. You loved me even after I lifted up my shirt. That was my point. I was…I still am still mad at you, because you respect me! I know you do and it's one of the things I fell in love with, but this time you didn't. That hurt my feelings. We don't keep secrets." Him taking that respect away even for a moment really hurt. They were equals, partners.

"I know," he said, keeping her close. "I shouldn't have done it, sweetheart. I'm sorry." It was something he knew was going to bite him in the ass, but he couldn't see past his own feelings in the heat of the moment.

"Apology accepted. Please don't do it again." She smiled as she snuggled against his side and laid her thigh across his lap as usual. His cock was softening under her leg and his skin was still hot. "It was a terrible movie and I wasn't going to do it anyway."

He smiled at her, willing to see the humor in what happened reluctantly. "So only my brothers got to see your boobs, boobs which I love, Caroline."

Caroline grinned and then bit her lip. "Kol will never let me live it down. No more flashing, Klaus. That was a little drastic and backfired." She smiled up at him. "Our bodies are private." It's what they told Hope.

She traced her fingers along his tattoo. "What if it was a great story?" she asked him quietly. They still had to talk it out.

He opened up. "Caroline, you sharing your life with me is everything I crave. You share so much with the world- your face, your laughter, your story through your acting and press, and your humanity." He pushed some hair back from her face. "I wanted to keep a piece of you just between us."

She pressed a kiss to his salty skin. "That's very sweet, Klaus, even if it's wrong." He pouted and it made her smile as she looked up at him. "You have my heart and no one can take that. You get the real me no one else knows. You know me like no one else does. You can't take a piece of me for yourself. I give you the real me." She traced along his tattoo again. "Acting is the pretend part and those smiles I put on for the camera are fake. You and I are real. Showing skin on camera wouldn't make us any less us." She licked her lips. "I don't have any intentions of going topless on-screen, but the choice is mine and it's not going to be made behind my back. I would have talked to you about it if I thought I should do it. Let me decide what to do in my career and we'll talk about any decisions we need to make together. We're in this together, babe. Ok?"

"Ok," he agreed, feeling better, his fingers lingering on her cheek and then running down her back.

"I love you completely, Klaus," she reminded him, feeling better now too that they'd talked it out.

Caroline was sensitive to Klaus and Hope's needs, but it was her career and she had the final word on it. She wasn't just Klaus' wife and Hope's stepmother. She was a woman and an actress. She had own needs and would never let anything take complete control over her life again as she promised once she got her humanity back.

Klaus rolled on top of Caroline and kissed her sweetly. "I love you, too, sweetheart." They made love and they were ok.