mini drabble prompt: KC as roommates. Person A is taking a shower & realizes they forgot to bring their towel in the bathroom. no problem. they can just walk naked to their room because person B is out. except person B happens to be home for whatever reason & sees person A walk out of the bathroom nude. person A doesn't see person B & now person B can't look person A in the face.

Hey, luv! Great prompt hehe, loving it. I think roommates AU is in my top five tropes.

The Naked Truth

Caroline Forbes pushed open the door in frustration. Work had been horrendous but seeing her flatmate's car outside had put her in even more of a funk. All she wanted to do was sit on the couch in her sweats, watch multiple romantic comedies and consume a pint of chunky monkey. Was that too much to ask?

Of course it was. Arrogant, Englishman Klaus Mikaelson had moved in three months earlier and Caroline knew he'd have an opinion on her activities. He always did.

She threw her bag on the bench and made her way down the hall towards her room. What she wasn't expecting was for the bathroom door to open and her flatmate emerge completely naked. No towel, nothing. Caroline crept into the nearest open door, her eyes unwavering from the glorious view. She knew the guy was gorgeous but wasn't expecting this toned adonis to be walking freely around the apartment.

Caroline was a stickler for the rules and this was at number three, Klaus obviously decided to flout that. She wanted to be upset but she had to admit the view was making her bad day that much better. He closed his bedroom door and Caroline had to concede she was a little disappointed the show was over.

After dressing in her favourite sweats and Rolling Stones T-Shirt she made her way to the kitchen in search of ice cream.

"I didn't hear you come in?" Her back was to him as she rummaged through the freezer, his thick accent causing a few usual chills. He was obviously too busy strutting around the place naked to notice. But given she didn't want Klaus to know she'd been drooling, that wasn't going to be a good response.

"I'm quiet as a mouse," she murmured, determined not to look at him given what untoward thoughts it would conjure. "Hey, have you seen my ice cream?"

"Oh, I ate it," he said. Suddenly Caroline didn't care and spun around, given how outraged she was that he'd steal her dessert.

"You what?" She was determined to stay calm but those black jeans and fitted shirt were doing nothing to calm her arousal.

"Relax," he drawled. "I'll replace it." She couldn't miss just how good he smelled, half wet and post-shower.

"But I wanted it now."

"Bad day, love?" He smirked, grabbing a box of cereal and helping himself to the contents.

"That's also my box of Cap'n Crunch."

"Possessive, aren't you, sweetheart," he whistled before offering her the box. "Do you want some?"

"I'd prefer some Chunky Monkey," she responded tartly, declining his offer.

"You know, I was wondering why you hated me so much but now it's obvious."

"Oh really?" She asked, arms crossed over her chest given the way he was perusing it intensely.

"You're a Rolling Stones fan, that explains everything."

"What do you have against the Rolling Stones exactly?" She pouted, this guy really was unbelievable.

"They're not the Beatles but I'll forgive you for being misguided in your musical tastes," he smirked, suddenly Caroline had enough. This self entitled ass was simultaneously wearing on her last nerve and shred of willpower.

"Says the guy who prances around the apartment naked," she growled, immediately regretting her comment. He didn't speak immediately, his left dimple disarming her unexpectedly.

"For your information, I left my towel in the bedroom. But if you wanted more of a show, love, I would have been more than happy to oblige."

Caroline was frozen to the spot, hoping that the heat generating inside wasn't showing on her face right now. "Not if we were the last two people on this planet, Mikaelson."

"Suit yourself, Caroline, but I happen to know a few stress relief techniques that are way more effective than ice cream."

Caroline wasn't quite sure how to reply but looked like it didn't matter given he'd left the kitchen, Cap'n Crunch in hand and she heard his bedroom door shut. This wasn't the way she saw things going when she arrived home.

Smug idiot. She'd show him about restraint.

6 hours later…

Caroline fumbled for the bathroom light switch. She'd been restless all night, barely clothed in a singlet and panties given her temperature was skyrocketing due to those untoward thoughts of her sexy flatmate down the hall.

"What are you doing?" He growled as the room lit up. Before she could avert her eyes, she managed to get a full frontal view, his only saving grace the boxers he'd hurriedly pulled up. Caroline was surprised she wasn't as shocked but given she'd only seen the back view earlier it seemed justified.

"Trying to use the bathroom but seems like you're already here, albeit in the dark, which isn't weird at all."

"Knocking wouldn't hurt."

"What happened to that show you promised me?" She teased, noticing just how sheepish he seemed by her challenge. It didn't take him long to regain his composure.

"I'll show you mine, if you show me yours, love," he murmured.

Sufficed to say neither of them slept that night or many after but no one was complaining.