A/N: Hey everyone :) I should probably say that what I meant by "I prefer prompts on tumblr" was actually that I really only take them if you put them on tumblr, because otherwise I forget. You can put questions in anonymously even if you don't have an account, so I suggest you do that instead of leaving it in a review here (though obviously I love reviews, haha). My tumblr is thetourguidebarbie. tumblr. com

We've hit the 100k word mark with this (which is nuts!). I'm so happy that you guys are still enjoying these :)

Abridged summaries:
1. Caroline returns the prom dress. Smut ensues.
2. Klaus gives Caroline presents. Fluff.
Enjoy!
-Angie

hello i really love your writing, it's one if the only things that is able to cheer me up nowadays so thank you for that. I was wondering if you could maybe write an alternate ending to 4x19, where Caroline returns the prom dress to Klaus and they talk and flirt and maybe have sex haha (your smut is the best). Anything like that really :P

"Klaus?"

He looked up from his painting to see Caroline standing nervously in the doorway clutching a garment bag.

"Hello, love."

"I have the dress," she said rather unnecessarily, holding up the bag.

"How was the dance?"

"Prom was great. The events outside, not so much."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

She shrugged. "It's fine. Not like it was the most important day of my high school career or anything. Where should I put this?"

He fought down laughter at the very idea of high school being a 'career' and simply wiped his hands off to lead her to the attic (or third floor, whichever description one would prefer).

"Just put it back in one of the closets over there."

She did so and gave him a smile as she did so. "You looked beautiful tonight," he said suddenly, not even knowing why he said it himself.

"How did you know?"

"I saw you," he explained.

Her lips twitched slightly. "Well, thanks, I guess."

"You're welcome."

"And thanks for the dress."

"My pleasure, love."

"Whose was it?"

He smiled slightly. "It belonged to one of Kol's...paramours."

"Paramours?"

"She was fond of expensive things, and he was fond of her."

"No offense, but I can't imagine Kol being 'fond'—" she made air-quotes, "—of anything besides brutal murder."

Klaus couldn't restrain a small smile. "Yes. Kol is...was a wildcard at the best of times. Unpredictable and impulsive. But he was incredibly possessive of that which he considered to be his. He loved Adrienne with every part of his soul," Klaus said, unable to stop the curl of his lip at her name.

"I take it that you weren't fond of her?" she asked, smiling slightly.

Klaus shrugged. "As you may have noticed, I don't make a habit of being fond of anything or anyone in general, except you and perhaps my siblings."

She frowned. "Me and 'perhaps' your siblings?"

Oh, if only you knew, Caroline…

"Yes."

"Are all of these dresses from Kol's...lady friends?"

He had to resist the urge to laugh out loud at her reference, but shook his head. "No. Many of them were Rebekah's, and one or two of them belonged to Elijah's distractions from Katerina."

She bit her lip, seeming to consider saying something. "And yours?"

"Beg pardon?"

"Are any of them from your paramours?"

Her voice was teasing, but he detected a note of anxiety in it. He held back the obvious 'jealous, love?' instead opting for the less cheeky (and absolutely true), "None, actually."

She frowned. "None?"

"I've never been with a woman I cared for enough to give tokens of my affection," he said, knowing the look he was giving her must hint at everything he felt.

Her eyes widened, and he could tell that his implication had not been lost on her. "What makes me special?" she asked, her voice slightly raspy. "Why me?"

"Well, I have a theory or two," he said, keeping his voice light. "One is that I had a great deal more trouble keeping my temper in check when my werewolf side was untriggered. I am unsure if you know this, but untriggered wolves tend to have–"

"Anger issues. Yeah, I know."

"Right. So, part of it could be that I simply was more willing to accept others into my life after that part of me was triggered, and I was intrigued by you, and fell in love with you along the way," he kept his voice casual, as though stating a simple fact (which it was), but he did not miss her sharp intake of breath. "The other is that there is simply something special about you that I cannot shake."

"And which do you think it is?" she asked, moving slightly closer, though he'd bet that she hadn't noticed she was doing it.

"I believe it's most likely a bit of both."

She nodded slowly before seeming to realize how close to him she was, taking a hasty step back. "I just...I don't understand. You've been alive for a thousand years and no one else has ever appealed to you? No one? It just seems a little bit hard to believe."

He gave her a sad smile. "Someday, perhaps you'll believe me, Caroline."

Her eyes were slightly wide and she took a deep breath before swallowing audibly. "I want to try something," she said quietly.

"Oh?"

She nodded. "I want to try something, and I want you to promise me that you won't read too much into it."

"I don't know if I can promise that, love."

He did make a conscious effort not to lie to her.

She smiled slightly. "Yeah, I guess you can't. Look, just let me...do this. Okay?"

He nodded slowly, hoping to any deity listening that this wasn't yet another attempt to kill him, His eyes fixed on hers as she walked to him. He wanted to trust her so badly, and he knew it was clouding his judgment, but couldn't he just once catch a goddamn break?

Her lips were soft against his, and they moved slowly, stroking his own. He was in shock for only a moment before his hands were gripping her hips firmly, taking control of the kiss, her hands splayed on his chest. She pulled back, her eyes connected to his and she smiled widely, her hands traveling up to cup his face. He flinched, making her frown before it seemed to dawn on her. He was vulnerable like this. He'd let his guard down with her.

All it would take was a simple twist of her hands to snap his neck.

She pulled her hands away as though they'd been burned, looking up at him, almost scared. "I wouldn't-I would never–"

He grabbed her hands in his, squeezing them reassuringly before bringing them back up to rest on his cheeks.

"I know."

Her eyes widened at the trust he was showing her, and she smiled again, big and bright. Then, her lips were fused to his again, and he was nearly convinced that the 1018 years of his life so far were simply leading up to this moment. Caroline Forbes had fucking ruined him.

His hands were stroking the soft skin of her abdomen under her shirt, his thumbs brushing over the erogenous zones that she probably didn't even know that she had, making her moan.

She pulled his shirt off of his head, throwing it to the side and pushing him against the wall before her lips dragged down his cheek, her blunt teeth scratching at his throat. He groaned, his hands digging into her hips a little bit more roughly, the bulge in his jeans rubbing up against the thin fabric of her sundress draped across her thigh.

She moaned softly as his hands dipped under the hem of her dress to stroke the backs of her thighs, her fingernails raking down his chest, and he groaned appreciatively as they brushed over his nipples.

She rubbed him through his jeans, and he groaned, squeezing her hips harshly. He felt her smile into his neck, as she undid his jeans and pushed them down, her hand wrapping around his hard cock. "Fuck, Caroline," he panted out as she began to stroke him.

He slipped a hand between her thighs, still cupping her arse with the other, and began to stroke her folds, his finger ghosting over her clit, making her moan.

She let go of him and pulled his hands out from between her thighs before sinking to her knees. "Caroline, love, are you sure you want to-Fuck."

She had taken him in her mouth completely, her lips moving down to the bottom of his shaft and back, running her tongue along the underside of his cock. She moaned around him, massaging his balls with her hand, the other moving down under the hem of her dress. His eyes widened as she bunched her skirt up around her waist, her legs spread so that she could touch herself while she sucked his cock.

His laid his hands flat against the wall, trying to resist the urge to tangle his fingers into her hair, and simply watched her fingerfuck herself with his cock in her mouth. She was riding her fingers almost wildly, her eyelids fluttering, and he could tell that she was getting closer to tipping over the edge. He tugged her off of him lightly by the hair and pushed her to the hardwood floor of the large room, tearing her dress down the middle along with the uselessly small scrap of lace that could barely pass for underthings, and positioned himself at her entrance.

He was almost afraid to ask if she still wanted him. What if she said no? It was as though she could read his mind, he thought as she smiled at him, pressing his face to hers for a searing kiss. "I want you, Klaus," she mumbled against his lips.

And then he was done for.

He grabbed her thighs, spreading them apart and slamming into her in one swift thrust, making her moan loudly and arch her back. He feasted on her neck, leaving small kisses and nips of his teeth in his wake. Seeing Caroline writhe under him with her legs wrapped around his waist and her eyes closed, her lips parted slightly as she panted out his name almost tipped him over the edge.

Almost.

It wasn't until she clenched around him, her hips moving frantically to meet his, and she began to beg for him that he absolutely lost it.

"Klaus, please. Oh my god, please fuck me."

He moved faster, his cock slamming into her tight, wet core, making her scream. "Do you like that?"

"Yes. Yes, please Klaus, I need more. I need you, Klaus."

"Come for me," he ordered, his voice husky, and she tipped her head, arching her back, her eyelids fluttering shut as she fell over the edge, her pussy clenching around his cock, and he fucked her through her high, coming inside of her, moaning her name.

"You said that I would want more than this life, Klaus. You said that once I finished school I would want out, that there was a whole world waiting for me."

"There is," he said, his voice soft and tender as he rolled off of her, pulling her so that she was spread on top of him, her mussed hair brushing against his nose.

"I want you," she panted, her eyes dark as she looked at his.

"You have me."

Could I request something set in season 3 and/or 4 where Klaus' gifts to Caroline are regular things. He starts with fancy stuff like the bracelet before he finally gets that she prefers the simpler things and then she gets drawings weekly.

The first time he did it was the day after she (didn't) find the white oak stake. She woke up in the morning and felt around for her alarm clock on her bedside table, accidentally hitting a velvet box.

He didn't.

She opened her eyes blearily and accidentally smashed the top of her alarm clock trying to turn the damn thing off (this was the first one that she'd destroyed, but she knew for a fact that Elena had six broken alarm clocks hidden under her bed) before rolling over to look at the box, picking it up carefully and opening it.

Ugh, he did.

Inside was a beautiful diamond necklace, accompanied by a note in his beautiful handwriting.

Thank you.

She rolled her eyes and shut the case with a snap (and, okay, fine, she might have put the note in her dresser with the drawing and the invitation to the ball, so sue her), setting it back on the bedside table and beginning to dress for school.

She got home around dinnertime and walked up to her room to find a different box. She groaned, but opened it.

I see that my last gift was not to your liking. I hope that you are willing to accept this.

She picked up the note and put it in her drawer again before examining the ruby earrings. She made a face and closed the box, going downstairs to make dinner. It was still on the table when she'd gone to bed, but when she woke up the next morning, it was gone.

Since then it had happened predictably. Every Monday for four weeks she'd wake up and find some absurdly elaborate present on her bedside table. She'd open the box and scoff, secretly wondering where on earth he'd managed to get his hands on all of these things (and also slightly cursing her own pride and inability to accept expensive presents), and put the accompanying note in her dresser before setting the item back on her bedside table.

A month later, the gifts changed. She woke up on Monday morning to find an envelope with her name on it, which she opened.

Though you may not believe me, I assure you that I can 'take a hint'. I hope that this will be satisfactory.

She rolled her eyes at his reference to their meeting at the bar, but put the note in her drawer and pulled out an accompanying gift certificate to one of her favorite boutiques downtown. She looked at it longingly before putting it back in the envelope. Curse him and his better-than-average observational skills.

The next Monday was a large box.

Rebekah has told me rather bluntly that gift certificates are impersonal and what one gets their family members that are difficult to shop for. Allow me to make it up to you with this?

She pulled out a babydoll dress in luxurious fabric that she knew would fit perfectly and bit her lip. Could she just take it? Would she hate herself for giving in later?

Probably.

She sighed, folding the dress back up and running her hand over the fabric before setting the note in the drawer and closing the box. The next Monday brought another envelope.

Perhaps something a bit more personal would be to your liking…

She picked up the heavy paper and realized that it was a sketch.

Of her.

She stared at it for a few moments, biting her lip, before smiling slightly. She could take this, right? It wasn't expensive and it was personal. Besides, it's not like she didn't already have one… It was justifiable right? Just this once?

She stuck it in her bedside table, trying to resist the urge to glance around as though she were doing something indecent (why was she suddenly so paranoid?), and got dressed for school, as usual.

The next Monday was another sketch in an envelope of her, Bonnie, and Stefan laughing at the Grill.

You are radiant when you laugh.

She huffed, but stuck it in the drawer, smiling slightly. Every Monday following that she received a new sketch of her, usually with other people, doing various things. She almost always had a smile on her face, though the week after prom he gave her two (one of her giving him begging-for-a-royal-caliber-dress eyes and the other of her and Tyler dancing).

You looked like a queen, despite your questionable taste in company.

When he left on graduation day, she felt a small pang in her heart, thinking that they'd stop, but instead she received one of her smiling, her cap askew on her head, clutching her diploma. That one was accompanied by a minifridge, which made her smile (and may or may not have broken her 'no material possessions as presents' rule).

Congratulations.

Over the summer, she received sketches not of her but of places around the world (though about half of them were in New Orleans). She constantly wondered how he got them to her house (though she suspected that he had kept someone around to keep an eye on her, which was simultaneously sweet and irritating). He always added a note at the bottom of whatever it was, as though hinting that she should go there to see it.

A lovely cafe three blocks north of the Eiffel Tower. I recommend their croissants.

The Vatican at night. You won't be burnt alive by holy fire if you enter. I've tested it.

A gown from a boutique Rebekah enjoys in the French Quarter. It would look much better on you.

She always slipped them in a drawer hoping that no one would find them (though at this point she wasn't sure why she was so embarrassed by the thought). The first day of Whitmore (though not a Monday) brought a sketch of her biting her lip while studying.

You are brilliant.

She figured out very quickly that the student across the hall was probably Klaus's hired bodyguard for her, but didn't mention it, instead befriending them slowly under the guise of studying for one of her classes.

Once, she'd come back to her room from her biology class almost in tears, upset because she'd gotten a C on a test. When she'd mentioned it to Klaus's minion (he'd asked what was wrong, and it's not like she could've said 'none of your business', since Klaus would have a flight booked in less than an hour if he thought she'd been hurt), she received a sketch the next Monday of her bent over a large, old-looking book, which she realized was her decoding a grimmoire in Old English he'd given them without bothering to give them the translation.

Do not doubt yourself for a second.

She smiled slightly and tucked the sketch into the drawer. Midterms came and went, as did finals, and before she knew it they were on a nearly month-long winter break. Just as she was packing her suitcase to go home, Steve (Klaus's minion) knocked on the door. "I hope you have a good Christmas. Klaus said to give you this."

She'd told him halfway through the semester that she knew that he worked for Klaus, and he'd given her a weak smile and an apologetic shrug (at which she'd assured him that she liked him as a person and knew why the secret had been kept).

Thanking him, she took the envelope and opened it, expecting to find a sketch, instead finding two sets of (first class!) round-trip tickets to New Orleans from Richmond with a note.

Bring your mother or a friend if you'd like.

She smiled.

A/N: Thanks for reading! Please leave me a review so that I know how I did! :)
Hugs!
-Angie