Caroline - "I'm not wearing that."
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"I'm not wearing that," Caroline exclaimed from where she perched on the end of Rebekah's bed. Her sister-in-law held up a pair of matching cheerleading outfits, red and white with matching hair ribbons, just like when she was human. Only the hems on these skirts would have had them suspended from Mystic Falls High.
"Oh c'mon, it'll be fun!" Rebekah smiled, shaking the new clothes she had bought for them for a Halloween party later that evening.
It was a tradition they had started a few years after Caroline had arrived in New Orleans, both turning up at a Halloween party in similar clothes without meaning to. Though at first it had been a nightmare for them both (who wanted to turn up at a party looking the same as someone else?), over the years, it slowly became a tradition for them to attend whichever party in whichever city they were in (London, this year) in matching costumes.
"'Fun'? Your brother will go on a rampage worse than Jack the Ripper if I go out in that," Caroline told her incredulously, pointing to the clothes in question.
Rebekah lowered her arms and cocked a perfectly shaped eyebrow at her. "Since when have you let Nik tell you what to do?"
"Well- I mean- I don't," Caroline stuttered indignantly before sitting up straighter and clearing her throat to change the subject. "But seriously? Didn't you have any better ideas?"
Holding up one of the uniforms to her body, Rebekah swayed from side to side to make the skirt flare up slightly as she did. "What? I rather enjoyed my days as a high school cheerleader. Didn't you?" she asked, peering over her shoulder at her floor length mirror to appreciate her reflection.
"Yeah, sure, you know, when you weren't trying to take my place or my boyfriend or my life..." Caroline stated dryly, catching the other blonde's eyes via the mirror.
"Now, aren't we glad you've moved past that?" Rebekah sassed, offering her a sarcastic smile as she turned back and held out her clothes to her. Caroline hesitated, eyeing it carefully before pushing herself onto her feet and swiping it out of her hands.
"This is the last time I'm letting you pick out my costume, though," she huffed, taking a closer look at the clothes she would be spending no less than 6 hours in that night. She couldn't fault how comfortable it looked, and stylish too. It just not what she expected to wear four decades after graduating high school.
"Maybe next year, you won't make me go shopping by myself," Rebekah said pointedly, staring her down with a look mixed with irritation and disgust, though Caroline couldn't find it in her to feel ashamed at the fact she had traded a couple of shopping hours with her for a couple of wild sex hours with her husband.
"Maybe next year, I just won't get out of bed," she replied in the same tone, matching Rebekah's overly saccharine smile with one of her own.
"Tradition!" Rebekah sang brightly, both of them knowing that Caroline's threats of leaving her to go solo were perfectly harmless. Making her way over to her walk-in closet, she called over her shoulder, "Be ready by 8. We're going out for pre-drinks."
"Of course we are," Caroline muttered but not arguing the plans made on her behalf. Leaving the room, she headed back to her own with her uniform in hand. She was somewhat surprised to see Klaus lounging on the bed, dressed for the day (unlike when she had left him half an hour earlier) and sketching away. He glanced up when she entered, the beginning of a sly smirk tugging at his lips when he caught sight of what she carried. "Not. A. Word."
Of course, her warning fell on deaf ears as he put down his pencil and eyed the clothes she hung up on the back of the closet door. "You know, I never had the chance to see you in your cheerleading costume in Mystic Falls," he informed her with an obvious underlying message.
"Its a uniform, not a costume," she corrected him, purposely ignoring his suggestive words as she mentally planned which shoes would go the best. "And you saw Rebekah; I looked the same."
Klaus let out a strangled groan at her offhanded remark. "Must you ruin my fantasies so easily, Caroline?" he practically spat out, and when she turned to face him, she wasn't disappointed to see his beautiful mouth marred with a disgusted scowl.
"Yes, because I am not roleplaying with you tonight so I'm nipping that in the bud, you perv," she laughed, tossing a hair scrunchie from the vanity table in his direction (which he deftly caught and put aside) when she passed it by.
"What's the cos-uniform for, if not me?" he asked curiously, and she had to grin at his genuinely confused tone that she had not gotten the uniform for him.
"Its Halloween, Klaus. You know Bekah and I have our long standing traditional night out planned," Caroline replied, picking up the sketchpad from his lap and closing it with the pencil caught between the pages he had been working on (a drawing of her, if she wasn't mistaken) to place it onto the side.
"Somehow I feel like my sister is the one to blame behind that," he snarled at the uniform, gesturing towards it with his chin as she took his hands in hers and climbed onto his lap. Straddling his legs, she placed his hands onto her waist with careful precision before laying her hands onto his chest. "Its colder here than it is in New Orleans, love."
Rolling her eyes at his attempt to ward her off wearing the cheerleading costume that night, she rubbed lightly at his chest with her palms through his top. "We're vampires, remember? Can't feel the cold, as you point out every time I use it as an excuse to cuddle with you," she teased, leaning forwards to brush her lips against his, only to lean back when he tried to turn it into something deeper. Holding him in place with gentle pressure on his chest, she grinned as he tightened his grip on her hips and shifted her slightly so she could feel his obvious arousal at whatever it was his imagination had conjured up. Sighing, she tapped a finger against his nose as she smile devilishly, "Don't worry. The only person getting under my skirt tonight is you. If you're good."
Klaus wore a smile to match hers, with a hint of lust and want in his eyes, at her added words. "And if I'm not?" he asked lowly, hands slipping under her top to smooth up her back tantalisingly.
"Then you're not getting under my skirt tonight," Caroline stated simple, trying her best to shrug nonchalantly when she felt a shudder run through her body at his sensual touches as they rounded forward towards her stomach.
Chuckling, he gave her no warning as he flipped her onto her back and hovered above her in one fluid move. Her squeal of surprise was muted by his lips before he dragged them along her cheek and to her ear. "I prefer ripping your clothes right off, anyway," he whispered before proceeding to show her exactly what he meant.
