Summary: College AU where Klaus and Caroline are both music majors. They dated, but broke up after a particularly nasty fight. Two weeks later, Klaus wants to mend their relationship but Caroline isn't sure whether she's willing to overlook what happened. Happy ending with make-up sex. Birthday present for Helen (Klarolinessecondbreakfast).

Contains: Plot, some angst at the beginning, sex from behind on a piano, sex in public, and a happy ending.

Caroline groaned as she saw the large hallway of closed practice room doors, putting down her guitar case and rolling her shoulders. She'd carried it all the way from her dorm, which admittedly was only like, a five minute walk, but still annoying when you were carrying a giant-ass guitar.

The practice rooms were notoriously busy on Saturdays, but she'd hoped there would be at least one free.

She didn't often have this problem because she usually practiced on Thursdays. Unfortunately, her ex practiced on Thursdays, and she'd been trying to avoid him, which resulted in a bit of a schedule shuffle over the last two weeks. She'd also been working on a new song (breakups tended to fuel creativity), and she'd barely practiced what was supposed to be her final project because she'd been so busy.

She sighed, walking down the hallway and hoping that someone was going to leave or a door would be open, and she froze at the voice behind her, her face twisting into a scowl.

"Fancy seeing you here, love."

She clenched her teeth together and took a deep breath. She would be the bigger person and not respond. She was on a mission, and she needed to find a practice room. Alone. He probably thought that he could get a rise out of her, but no.

Not today, Satan.

She moved ahead a few more feet and heard a doorknob turn to her left. Whirling around she saw Bonnie, one of the double music/dance majors, come out, her guitar over her shoulder, and pause, looking at both of them.

"Hey," she said awkwardly.

"Are you done with the room?" Caroline asked, and Bonnie nodded.

"Yeah, all yours."

Caroline walked inside and tried to close the door, but Klaus blocked it with his foot. "Now, love, it's rude not to share."

"Fuck off," she snarled, unzipping her guitar case and pulling out her sheet music, setting it on the stand, knowing that he would not fuck off and that he was standing right behind her, probably leaning against the wall with that dumb, dimpled smirk on his face.

She was surprised, then, when he said her name as a plea, and she turned around to see him looking at her with serious eyes. "I was a prick, all right? I shouldn't have said it."

"Get out. This is my practice room. Find your own."

"Caroline..."

"I said get out."

His expression hardened. "No, not until we talk about this."

"There's nothing to talk about. You accused me of cheating on you with absolutely no proof other than that I have a male friend, which, by the way, I've had since I was a small child and have absolutely zero interest in having sex with. We broke up. The end. Now, I need to practice, and you need to leave."

"No."

He looked so hurt, which was bullshit considering that she was the hurt party, here. He was the one who came into her dorm room and accused her of betraying him without a shred of proof. He was the one who had made her cry and stomped out without so much as a goodbye. He was the one who'd ignored her calls for the two hours after he'd left.

He'd texted her the next morning to say that he was sorry and that it was all a 'misunderstanding', but by that point her eyes were raw from tears and she was numb.

"Klaus, I can't do this right now. I have my final performance on Monday. I need to practice, and there's nothing you can say to make this better."

"Camille said she saw you, and she made it sound quite convincing."

"You believed her," Caroline pointed out, turning to face him again. "You were the one who didn't ask a single question when you talked to me. You just came in assuming the worst."

"And I won't do it again," he said firmly.

"You won't get the chance."

"Caroline," he said again, and she gritted her teeth.

"I need you to go," she said, almost ashamed of the hitch in her voice, the tears filling her eyes.

"I love you, Caroline."

"Yeah, and I love you too, but that doesn't make it better," Caroline burst out, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. "Just because I love you doesn't make it okay for you to treat me like that."

"I know that I was a prick, Caroline," he said again, and she could feel the emotional tone in the room skyrocketing, could feel that he was just as angry as she was. "But Tatia and Hayley..."

"Yes, they both cheated on you, but that doesn't make it okay to do this to me."

"Yes," he said, running a hand through his hair frustratedly. "But Augustine looked so comfortable with you, and you were so happy...I just-"

"See, and this is the problem," she said, waving her arms as she talked. "It's like, 'Camille said this was true' and 'Hayley and Tatia scarred me for life' and 'Enzo appreciates your existence'...Yes, all of those things happened, but you don't have to believe Camille. You don't have to let Hayley and Tatia ruin your relationships. You don't have to be absurdly jealous of my best friend. This is your fault, Klaus. Take some fucking responsibility for your behavior."

He looked faintly surprised at her words, frowning as he clearly processed her statement. "You're right," he said after a few seconds of silence. "I was an idiot, and I'm sorry."

"Okay, well, I accept your apology. Leave."

"No, I'm not leaving until we've resolved this."

"It's resolved, Klaus," she said angrily, taking a step towards him. "You broke up with me and I refuse to get back together. If one person doesn't want a relationship, the other person has to accept that. This isn't a democracy. Both people have to agree to be in a relationship."

"You love me, and I love you. What more do you need?"

"Trust," she said frustratedly. "I have to trust you, and you have to trust me. Obviously you don't, so I don't know how anything could possibly work between us."

"I do trust you."

"Oh, clearly," she said sarcastically, and he flinched.

"Of course I trust you. That's why it hurt so much when I thought you'd betrayed my trust."

"If you'd trusted me then you would have asked what was happening instead of just coming into my room and accusing me of cheating on you."

The room was small, a good half of it taken up by the school piano that came with about a third of the practice rooms, and they were in each other's personal space, their voices loud enough that the people next door could probably hear their screaming match. Honestly though, she didn't really care. It felt so good to just tell him how she felt, to let it all out...

"I'm sorry," he said again, reaching to cup her cheek in his palm, wiping one of her tears away with his thumb, and she was too exhausted to push him away.

She'd missed the way he touched her.

"You hurt me so much," she said finally, her voice cracking. "Do you know how bad I felt?"

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. I'll never do it again."

"How do I know that's true?"

"I suppose you don't," he admitted. "I'll leave if that's what you really want, but I want to try again."

She didn't answer for a few seconds, and his shoulders slumped as he pulled back, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"Don't leave," she said suddenly, surprising herself almost as much as she'd probably surprised him, her arms wrapped around herself.

He opened his mouth, clearly about to ask if she was sure before second-guessing himself and closing it again, instead walking back to her and bending to press his lips against hers.

God, she'd missed him...

Her fingers wound through his hair as his hands stroked her waist, and once she'd responded to his touch, moaning softly, his kisses turning from tentative and sweet to biting and possessive. He squeezed her waist lightly, pulling her against him, and she couldn't help but press herself as close to him as possible, needing to feel every inch of his lean muscled body against her soft curves.

He pressed her back towards the piano bench and she stumbled on the stand containing her sheet music, swearing as she fell back. He caught her around the waist, keeping her upright. They were both breathing raggedly, his face flushed, lips swollen from her kisses. "Thanks," she said softly, stepping back to gather the pages of her new song.

"Of course, love," he said, bending to pick up some of the papers and glancing at them. "Is this new?"

"Yeah," she said, blushing and snatching it away from him. "It's...I've been writing a lot over the past two weeks."

"Oh," he said faintly, a small smile curling around his lips. "It's about me, then?"

"About you being a colossal ass," she said, though she couldn't help the smile that was blooming on her face, and she looked away, trying to put the papers back in order.

"May I hear it?"

She swallowed, looking away. "It's not very flattering."

"Well, what I did didn't exactly warrant any flattering remarks, sweetheart."

She grinned, sitting down on the small chair in the corner next to the piano and setting the guitar in her lap. Klaus sat on the bench, facing her, his hands in his lap, watching intently.

She began to play, the lyrics spilling out of her mouth without having to look at the paper for reference, the words so personal, the memories vivid in her mind. He twisted away from her about halfway through the song, and she was about to stop when he hit a few keys on the piano before playing along with her for the last chorus, watching her sing out of the corner of his eye.

"This is a song about how shitty you were. You're not supposed to help write it," she said when she'd stopped strumming.

He laughed. "I thought I was supposed to be taking responsibility."

"You are."

"I missed you," he said, his voice serious, and she set her guitar down.

"I missed you too."

"I've been thinking about you every day," he said slowly, and she could tell how hard this was for him.

Emotional intimacy had always been difficult for him. No matter how much she disliked him using his previous relationships as an excuse, he definitely had trust issues from them, and she'd long suspected from his family, as well. It was something that he'd been getting over slowly, but post-fight feelings discussions were something that she knew still made him incredibly uncomfortable, and they'd never had a fight as bad as this one.

"Me too."

"I was a prick and I want to make it up to you."

She grinned, her mind immediately going places that he probably hadn't meant, but she'd refused to go out for the traditional post-break up one night stand with Katherine, and it had been two weeks.

And Klaus, for all of his faults, was incredible at sex.

"Yeah?" she asked, and his lips twitched at the look she was giving him.

"In any way I can," he said, clearly trying to keep a straight face.

She put her guitar back in its case and zipped it up before walking back over to him, looming over him with her arms crossed, frowning when he didn't move. "Well, come on then."

He grabbed her hips and tugged her down to straddle him, her hand tangling in her hair as he cupped her head, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss.

She wound her hands into his shirt, kissing back with just as much need and desperation as he was giving her, and she moaned into his mouth when his other hand squeezed her ass lightly over her jeans.

He pulled away to kiss and nip at her neck, his tongue licking a path across her collarbone before he sucked at her pulse point, and she rolled her hips, moaning softly at the friction increasing the intensity of the ache building in her core.

He fingered the hem of her blouse, pulling it over her head and unhooking her bra, letting it follow. He bent to take a nipple in his mouth, and she moaned, her head tipping back, her fingernails digging into his back as he tugged the bud between his teeth.

"Fuck," she hissed, and she felt him smile as he switched breasts, one of his fingers tugging at the nipple he'd just let go of, his other hand bracing against the small of her back. She felt her pussy clench as he bit her nipple lightly, and she rolled her hips against the bulge in his jeans, trying desperately to get more friction.

He pulled back, groaning at her movement, and reached between them to unbutton her jeans, tugging the zipper down. He slipped his hand down the front of her underwear, rubbing her clit in light slow strokes, and she cried out, clapping her hand over her mouth when she realized how loud she was being.

He chuckled, pressing a kiss against her neck. "I love the sounds you make for me, sweetheart," he said, his voice low. "I love knowing that I'm the one who draws your moans from your pretty lips, that I'm the one who makes you quiver with pleasure while you find your release."

"Klaus," she gasped, his name muffled against her hand, and he sped up his movements, his hips grinding to press his hard cock against her center.

"I missed the way you moaned my name, sweetheart," he whispered, his voice low. "I love how you look when you're flushed with need for me, the way you gasp when I touch you."

She tried to keep quiet, she really did, but she had to bury her face in his shoulder to muffle her moans as she rotated her hips, trying to find the friction that she craved, too many layers between them to give her much relief.

"Stop," she whispered, and he halted his movements, pulling away.

"Something wrong, love?"

She shook her head, climbing off him on unsteady legs and wriggling out of her jeans. "Take your clothes off."

He stripped his shirt away as he stood, kicking off his jeans and watching with dark eyes as she moved the piano, bracing her hands on it. "Klaus, I need you."

Her core clenched around air as he advanced on her, the ache insistently throbbing between her thighs as he ran his fingertip down the flesh of her hip, his mouth bending to nibble her ear. "Anything for you, sweetheart."

"Please," she gasped, cradling her face on her arms to muffle the sounds she made as she felt his cock brush against her entrance.

They both moaned as he pushed inside, her hands tightening on her hips as he sheathed himself inside of her, and she clenched around his cock, closing her eyes tightly as she savored the feel of him inside of her. "God, I missed you," he whispered, his chest pressed against her back as he moved, nibbling on her neck as he began to fuck her slowly. "I missed the way you felt around me, Caroline. You feel so perfect, sweetheart. I want to hear you moan for me."

She couldn't restrain a gasp as he sped up his movements, soft, needy sounds escaping her as he hit her g-spot with each thrust.

"Fuck, Caroline...You look so fucking gorgeous like this, bent over and moaning from how I fuck you. I touched myself every night wishing my hand was your pussy. I wanted to see you as you shattered around my cock, see your face while you found your release, moaning my name. I imagined you spread out on my bed, your legs parted for me as I marked you with my come, eyes glazed from satiation."

She couldn't restrain the moan as he spoke, her body tensing as he moved faster, and she tried to be mindful of the noise, to keep quiet, but he just felt so fucking good inside of her, so fucking perfect, and she bit her arm to keep from letting out a particularly needy groan when he reached around and began to rub her clit, his movements in rhythm with his thrusts.

"I missed you so much," he repeated, his voice strained. "I wanted to wake up with you in my bed, feel you draped on top of me. I want to see you on your back, moaning my name as I fucked you. I want to kneel at your feet and make you come apart on my tongue, to see you bent over me on our bed while you suck my cock. I want to take you against the wall, to feel your nails scratch down my back as you plead for more. I'll never let you go again, Caroline. You're mine."

She clenched around him at his words, her breathing becoming even more ragged as her release built quickly inside of her. There was something unbelievably hot about him saying all the ways he wanted to take her, all the things he wanted to do. She loved hearing him tell her that she was his, that he wanted her, and she quivered beneath him as he spoke, his voice twisting around the words as he said how much he loved her, how fucking beautiful she looked when she came, how much he wanted to see it...

She felt herself tip over the edge as he spoke, clenching around him with an embarrassingly loud moan, and she felt him smile against her shoulder as he sucked on her skin, fucking her through her orgasm and whispering how good she felt, coming moments later, his forehead dropping to rest against her shoulder blade.

She swore as she stood again on wobbly legs, and he pressed his hands to her hips to steady her, his lips brushing softly against her cheek and jaw. "You're so beautiful," he said softly, nuzzling her ear. "I missed you so much."

"Just don't do it again," she said, trying to be stern despite the effect being mostly ruined due to her ragged breathing.

"I won't, sweetheart. I promise," he said, squeezing her hips lightly before pulling away.

She heard someone playing the piano in the next room and winced as she pulled on her underwear and pants.

"Do you think they heard us?"

"Oh, undoubtedly," Klaus said with a smirk. "I don't see the problem with it. I quite like it when you moan my name."

"I know you do," she said, bending to pick up her bra, and he watched her with greedy eyes, only bothering to put on his jeans, his shirt still on the floor. "Okay, I really need to practice."

"Can I stay? And then perhaps we could go to dinner?"

"Sure."

It was only about ten minutes until he had her on the piano bench with her thighs parted, his tongue doing the most sinful things to her clit, and after that she had to return the favor, and then...

Well, not much practicing got done.

I hope you guys liked it! Thank you for reading, and please let me know what you thought.

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-Angie