A/N: Abridged summaries:
1. Klaus reciprocates oral sex. Also, I'm a terrible person.
2. Caroline comes back to Whitmore. Klaus is her Art History teacher.
3. Caroline's an awesome queen.
4. Caroline and Klaus work in a bar. Smut.

Everyone was talking about how Klaus never reciprocates oral sex in my fics, so I tried to fix it ('tried' being the operative word).

Caroline swallowed the last of his come and licked her lips and sat up before pressing her mouth against his and tilting her head to the side, letting his lips brush along her collarbone. His fingers worked between her legs, stroking her clit and she moaned as she came, and she came down from her high, splayed on top of him, her nose buried in his neck.

"So I have a question," she said before she could stop herself.

"Really? What a surprise," he mumbled sarcastically against her skin, giving her shoulder small nips and licks.

"Okay, so like, I know you're practically from the stone age–"

"The tenth century is not the stone age, love."

"Whatever. Anyway, I get that women were property and touching the clitoris was equivalent with going to hell–"

"Not exactly."

"Shut up. My point is that…you know, I have…Well…"

Klaus sat up slightly and raised an eyebrow, clearly wondering where she was going with it.

She bit her lip before the words spilled out of her mouth. "Youareterribleatreciprocatingoralsex."

"Beg pardon?"

"Like, haven't you ever eaten someone out?"

He stared at her, frowning slightly. "Yes."

"So then why not me? Is there something wrong with me? Do you not like it?"

"I thought you didn't like it."

She blinked. "What?"

"I tried when we were in the forest, and your exact words were, and I believe I am repeating them verbatim, 'Oh my god, Klaus, get your face away from there'. I thought you didn't like it, so I didn't want to upset you," he said, mimicking her American accent perfectly.

"No, you idiot, there was dirt on your face."

"Of course there was, love. We were in a forest."

"It was unsanitary."

"So is having sex in a forest," he pointed out, looking like he was trying not to laugh.

She didn't really have an argument for that.

"Well, there's no dirt on your face now," she said, smirking and pecking him on the lips.

"Are you asking me to pleasure you with my tongue, Caroline?" he asked, his voice going from teasing to husky and rough in seconds.

"Yes."

He flipped them over so that he was on top, balancing himself on his elbows and kissing her passionately, moving his lips down her body to nip and lick at her skin. He placed wet open-mouthed kisses on her inner thighs, making her shiver, and she parted her legs wider for him.

And then he reciprocated oral sex.

The End.

Caroline goes to her first Art History lecture of the year. She discovers the usual professor has taken a sudden sabbatical and the new professor is none other than the Original Hybrid himself.

It was her third year of Whitmore, and she was determined to have a nice, normal school year. No travelers, heretics, or two-thousand-year-old immortals who had doppelgangers that happened to be her friends were allowed.

She got out her textbook and notebook, preparing to take notes, but her smile dropped as soon as the professor walked in.

She should have added Original hybrids to her list of people not allowed to disrupt her semester.

All she could do was watch as Klaus opened the folder and gave a stack of paper to the student nearest his desk. "Pass out the syllabi, please."

Caroline fixed Klaus with the most potent glare she could muster, and narrowed her eyes even further when he gave her a dimpled smile.

He even had the audacity to wink at her.

He wrote his name on the whiteboard as well as his office hours below it, telling them all that they were welcome to come if they had questions (Caroline had to hold down a scoff).

He went over the syllabus, and she was surprised at how well-constructed it was.

It turned out that Klaus was an engaging lecturer. She really should have expected it from how charismatic he normally was, but she found herself interested in spite of herself.

When the class was over, he dismissed everyone and she walked up to the desk.

There was another girl who hung back, and she gestured for her to go first.

"I just wanted to tell you how excited I am to take your class," the girl gushed.

Caroline didn't even attempt to restrain her eye roll, and she saw Klaus's lips twitch as he politely said that he was looking forward to teaching it. The girl left, clearly a bit disappointed with his response, and Caroline waited until she was out of earshot.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"Now, love, that's no way to speak to your professor."

"I swear to god, Klaus…"

"What?" he asked, looking way too pleased with himself.

"This is...ugh. You're infuriating."

"This is for the best. Now you won't have to have...how did you put it...'creepy hybrid slaves' following you around."

"Did you just make air quotes?"

"Yes," he said, his face completely serious, and she huffed.

"When I texted you to tell you to take them away, that wasn't an invitation to come here yourself. After these past few years I just need time to be normal. And single."

He raised an eyebrow, and she huffed. "I know that as soon as I take you up on your offer, you're not going anywhere. You said you'd be my last, and I'm a pretty firm believer in monogamy."

"So, you are planning to take me up on my offer?"

"Eventually," she said, shrugging. "But not now."

"And how exactly am I supposed to ensure that you're alive by the time you decide to let me whisk you away."

"I told you, I don't need you to follow me around to protect me, okay? I can take care of myself–"

"Which is why there were two werewolves who were plotting to sneak into your room on the full moon to take revenge on me."

"Seriously?"

He shrugged. "Well, you only have my word to go on, love, as I killed them."

She rolled her eyes. "Look, teaching this course is a serious conflict of interest. If someone found out that we knew each other, I could fail the course."

"Actually, you can't. I checked, and according to the student handbook, if your work is independently graded, you are completely free to take my course."

She huffed irritably. "Whatever."

"I just want to keep you safe."

"Don't you have better things to do in New Orleans than stalking me here?"

"There is nothing in the world more important than stalking you," he said faux-seriously, smirking at her.

"Whatever."

"I made sure that my office hours were during your free time, so–"

She snorted. "You would."

He smirked before continuing. "So, if you have any questions, feel free to come in. Or if you'd just like to talk…"

"God, you are such an asshole."

"Yes, but one that you are apparently content to be in a relationship with."

"I don't know. At this point it could go either way," she grumbled, adjusting her purse on her shoulder.

"Now that you've told me, you're not getting rid of me, sweetheart."

"Whatever. I have Intermediate Yoga in ten minutes, and that's across campus."

"Yoga?"

"No," she said quickly. "You are not spying on my yoga class."

"I wouldn't be spying on your class, love. I would simply be admiring you."

"Creeper," she mumbled, walking to the door of the classroom.

"I'll see you on Thursday, love," he called after her as she left.

She was thankful he couldn't see her smile.

Can I request something with little snapshots of Caroline being queen in New Orleans and Klaus just really proud of her because she's awesome at it?

Klaus watched Caroline from his seat at the booth, where he was sipping bourbon next to Marcel. She was dancing with one of her friends she'd picked up on her latest road trip with Katerina and his sister, and he loved seeing her happy.

He frowned when he saw a man walk up to her and try to grab her hips to dance with her. She gracefully moved away, shooting the intruder an irritated look as she kept moving to the thumping bass around her.

"You don't want to dance?" Klaus heard him shout.

"No."

"It would be really fun, though," he said, winking at her.

Caroline's lip curled, and Klaus restrained a smirk as he watched her. "I don't think so," she said coolly, walking to the bar and motioning Cami for another cocktail, which the other girl quickly poured, sliding it toward her.

"Can I buy you that drink?"

"Ugh. Take a hint," she said irritably.

That made Klaus growl, just because of the fond memories he associated with the phrase. She clearly heard him because she tossed him a quick roll of her eyes, though she did motion for him to stay put.

Marcel nodded towards Caroline. "Aren't you going to take care of that?"

"Why would I? She has it handled," he said, taking a swig of his drink.

Marcel gave him a dubious look, but seemed to concede the point as he heard Caroline's next words. "Leave before I make you."

"Cute talk, honey," the man said.

She just huffed and snapped his neck, casually taking a sip of her Cosmo as the man fell to the floor. She nudged the man in the side with her foot as she walked past, motioning for the bodyguard that she'd grudgingly allowed Klaus to assign to her (though the girl was more of a friend to her at this point than a bodyguard, Klaus knew) to leave him there, shouting that she'd take care of it.

Klaus rolled his eyes, because he knew that she meant that he'd take care of it.

"He was a vampire, don't worry," she said as she plopped down next to him, brushing her lips briefly against his cheek in greeting.

"I wasn't worried," he said, smiling slightly.

XXX

He watched her out of the corner of his eye as she curled up on one of their squishy armchairs, her laptop balanced on her knees as she read through emails, biting her lip.

She snorted out loud at something she read and readied her fingers on the keyboard, typing out a message before clearly hitting the send button.

"Berating your incompetent minions?"

"They're your incompetent minions. If you'd let me run the hiring process like I'd asked, then we wouldn't be having this problem."

"Are you calling me incompetent, love?"

She rolled her eyes. "No, I'm telling you that you should have let me hire people I wanted. Now we have…whoever Marcus Zest is trying to organize a meeting with the Portland pack that makes absolutely no sense whatsoever."

"What's the meeting about?"

"Some sort of hierarchical issue. I don't know. He's not being very forthcoming," she said, pursing her lips as she reread whatever the email said. "It looks like there was some sort of complication with land ownership, and they want you to settle it."

"What kind of complication?"

She shrugged. "Someone thought that they owned a cellar, and now they apparently don't and they're upset about it."

"Sounds incredibly complicated," he said dryly.

"Well, that's just the base of it. There are apparently a bunch of other families–look, I'll just give him a call and figure it out. I'm pretty sure that your solution would probably just be 'kill everyone' anyway."

"How well you know me, my love."

She just huffed, sliding her laptop off and bending to punch the person's number into her phone, holding it up to her ear. She waited a few seconds before a person answered and her voice was tinged with saccharine sweetness.

"Hello, this is Caroline Mikaelson, I'm calling about your email…Yes, that's right…Can you explain that a bit more?"

Klaus watched Caroline sort out the issue, finding it much more interesting than doing his work (that is until Caroline noticed and gave him a chastising look, motioning to the stack of papers he was supposed to be looking through).

XXX

"You're such a dick."

"Sorry, love."

"Sorry doesn't cut it, Klaus. You held a meeting without me. I'm the fucking Queen. You can't just prance off into the political sunset without me."

"I thought it might not be safe. I didn't want to risk you, and–"

"You have no right to–"

"And I was wrong," he finished, talking over her. "I know that you can handle yourself, love. I just let my fear get the better of me. My apologies."

She glowered at him, but he gave her his best big-blue-eyed stare, and she sighed. "It's okay. Just don't do it again."

"Of course not, love," he said, pouring himself a small glass of bourbon, and sitting down next to her, slinging an arm over her shoulders and pulling her to nestle into his side, kissing her forehead.

"If you wouldn't mind, however…Now that I've caught you up on current events, do you have any opinions?"

She huffed. "Of course I do," she said, making him laugh. "It seemed like if you change the policy on the quality of life for the werewolves in the rural areas then that would have a domino effect on the living conditions of the other supernatural species in the area…" she said, launching into an entire overview of a possible political maneuver that would both undermine the small clan of werewolves trying to overthrow them, and cultivate loyalty among those already on their side.

She saw him grinning at her out of the corner of her eye and stopped mid-explanation, shooting him a confused stare. "What?"

"I was simply thinking that I could have not picked a better Queen if I had another thousand years to try."

i have a request for gratuitous snark and smut. "The skirt is short on purpose."

"Are you really going out like that?"

Caroline turned slowly to see her boyfriend of two years in the doorway to the kitchen with a sandwich in his hand, his eyes fixed on her legs.

"Yes. I have a shift. I told you that this morning."

"No, I know. I meant to ask if you're going in that?"

She huffed. "We've had this conversation many, many times, Klaus. I am a waitress at a club. This–" she gestured to her outfit, "–is how I get tips."

"But don't you think the skirt is rather–"

"Short? Yes. That's on purpose. Please don't tell me that you've decided on now to be jealous…"

"Of course not. I trust you, and I know you that love me, and I most certainly hope that you know that I love you. That's not the issue. The issue is that I'm covering for Marcel tonight. I'm going in about two hours after you."

"And?"

"Do you honestly expect me to be able to bartend with you walking around like that?"

"You've done it before."

"Usually you're in tight jeans. Which is also distracting, of course, but you know how I am with you in skirts, especially that one."

"What, hard for me behind the counter because you want to flip up the skirt and fuck me from behind against a table? I'm well aware."

His mouth dropped open slightly, clearly thrown that she'd said it so plainly, and he was obviously picturing the scenario in his mind. She smirked, grabbing her purse and walking over to give him a long, drawn out kiss, pulling back with her arms still slung over his shoulders, nose-to-nose. "I'll see you in a few hours, I guess."

"Tease," he mumbled petulantly, his hands moving to cup her ass under her skirt.

She just smiled, kissing him again and disentangling herself before he could tempt her with his fingertips, which were trailing dangerously close to her wet center.

"Only for you," she sang, grabbing her keys and sticking them in her purse before leaving.

She smirked as she heard him groan behind her. He was too easy.

XXX

"I'm taking my break," he heard Caroline inform the manager on duty, who also owned the club. He nodded and waved her away towards the back.

Caroline caught Klaus's eye, jerking her head towards the back room, and he nodded to show that he understood. He signaled to Alaric, the manager, that he was also taking his break, causing the man to roll his eyes and give him a patented 'you'd better not break the health codes too badly' stare (originating from the early days of the restaurant where his stepdaughter Elena was having an ongoing affair with two of the waiters, neither of whom seemed to ever figure out what was going on).

He'd started working at the restaurant from opening day, but Caroline had come into the picture about six months afterwards.

She had walked through the door in her high heels and tiny skirt and he was sure he'd found his next friend with benefits. About three seconds later she'd opened her mouth and he'd been put swiftly in his place.

It had taken him and Caroline two years to get their act together and give into their feelings (read: For him to stop being such a jackass and Caroline to agree to give him an undeserved chance), and they'd been mostly happy ever since.

He followed her to the back room and he'd never understand how Caroline managed to slam him against the door so hard, but he wasn't complaining as he pulled her flush against him, every soft curve of her body pressed against his.

He returned her kiss with just as much enthusiasm as she gave, his hands undoing the knot of her apron and letting it fall, the pen and notebook bouncing on the linoleum floor, before his hands crept up her shirt to stroke the creamy skin of her back. She moaned as he unhooked her bra and cupped her breasts in his hands underneath, brushing his thumbs across her nipples, making her moan.

Her forehead dropped against his shoulder as he continued his ministrations, abruptly flipping them around to press her against the door with his body, feasting on her neck with his tongue and teeth, one leg wedged between hers to rub against her soaking pussy under her skirt.

He pulled her shirt and bra off, letting them fall away, and tugged her to the floor. He loomed over her, his palms massaging her waist and hips as he kissed her collarbone lightly before bending to take a nipple in his mouth, running his tongue around it and tugging it gently between his teeth.

Her fingers tangled in his hair as she arched her back, spreading her legs under him as his hand snuck under her skirt to tease her. She moaned and rolled her hips, but he pulled his hand away before she could get any friction.

"Tease."

"Says the woman who wore the shortest skirt possible that's borderline appropriate for a work environment and taunted me with it before she left," he mumbled, biting her nipple a bit more harshly than he usually did, making her let out a strangled gasp of pleasure. "The things I wanted to do to your perfect arse when you swung it so enticingly–sopurposefully–as you left me alone in our apartment."

"Yeah, well, my perfect 'arse' is how we pay rent," she pointed out, a bit breathless, moaning as he brushed her folds with the tip of his finger again.

"Still wasn't nice to tease."

"I told you I'd make it up to you."

"I don't recall that."

"Oh, well I'll say it now. I want to make it up to you."

She hooked her knees around his waist and flipped them so that she was on top, moving down to give him a long, heated kiss. She reached down to rub her palm against the bulge in his jeans, making him groan into her mouth.

"See? This isn't so bad, is it?" she asked teasingly.

She knew what was going to happen as soon as the last word was out of her mouth and she saw his face, and sure enough he moved to loom on top of her again before pulling away and squeezing her hips. "Turn over."

"Why?" she asked contrarily.

"Because earlier you promised me that I'd flip up your skirt and take you from behind, and I'd like to cash in."

She snorted. "I don't recall making such a promise."

He stripped off his shirt and threw it aside before reaching down to tease her pussy again, his fingers trailing along her sensitive core. "Klaus…" she whined. "Please."

"No, love. I want to prolong your misery a bit more."

"I'm sorry for teasing you," she whined, spreading her legs and rolling her hips to try to get a bit more friction, which he didn't allow.

"I'm sorry," she continued, jutting out her lower lip in a playful and completely fake imitation of pleading innocent-eyes. "I didn't mean to make you want to fuck me so badly."

There was something about filthy words falling from Caroline's mouth that always got him off, probably because she only used them when they were alone, and she knew it.

He narrowed his eyes at her. "I've always found it fascinating how a mouth that does such pleasurable things to my cock and weave such convincing apologies could also be so cheeky."

"I am a woman of many talents," she said dryly, smacking him in the arm when he responded with a pinch to her arse under her skirt and a knowing, 'Oh, I'm very aware of that, Sweetheart.'

"Make me come, Klaus," she ordered, though it sounded more like a plea.

And who was he to deny her, really.

He unzipped his jeans and pulled them off with his boxers before pulling her skirt down roughly and murmuring for her to spread her legs for him, stroking himself a few times before positioning himself at her entrance, pushing in slowly. Her back arched, and her legs wrapped around his waist, trying to pull him deeper.

He tweaked her nipples and bit and licked her neck while he fucked her, not bothering to refrain from leaving marks on her skin, and feeling his hard cock throb inside her when he saw them blooming on her skin.

"Harder, Klaus."

He obliged, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room as she moaned and writhed beneath him, her breasts rubbing against the skin of his chest while her nails raked down her back, and he balanced himself on his elbows, thrusting his tongue into her mouth as he devoured her.

He could feel himself rapidly approaching his peak, and whispered her name against her lips, fucking her harder, and she begged him to keep going, to never stop.

He could feel her clench around him, and she screamed into his mouth as she came, still basking in the pleasure of it as he continued to fuck her until he spilled inside of her, both of them breathing raggedly as he rolled off and pulled her to rest on top of him, their skin slick with sweat as they pressed against each other.

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