Caroline is mad at Klaus and threatens to withhold sex.
Requested by anon.
She was tucked up in bed when he arrived home. The scent of blood followed him, but it wasn't strong enough to indicate he had made a few fresh kills that evening. If anything, he probably stood idly by as others attacked in the same vicinity as him.
The room was dark (she was planning on sleeping after spending the last couple of hours finished off her college work) but that didn't stop her from realising something was off. She laid still and watched through slitted eyes as Klaus strode past the bed and into the bathroom in that agile way of his. His steps were soft and almost inaudible, even to vampire's hearing. It was the biggest sign that he was trying to sneak in undetected.
He entered the dark ensuite and didn't even bothered to switch on the light as washed his hands in slow running water. Sighing, Caroline reached out and flicked on the bedside lamp to indicate his presence had not gone unnoticed. "What have you done?" she asked carefully.
There was a pause where she could hear him still in his actions (probably in surprise) but he cleared his throat to reply nonchalantly, "Nothing."
Groaning at his forced tone, she turned onto her back and stared up at the canopy of their four poster bed. "Liar! You've done something, I can… sense it," she announced, flailing her arms in the air before allowing them to drop heavily onto the mattress.
"What happened to trust being the foundation of every relationship? Your lack is hurtful," Klaus' dry yet amused retort bounced off the tiles of the bathroom. making her scoff incredulously.
"'My lack is hurtful'?" she quoted, almost spitting out the words and pushing herself up onto her elbows. He appeared in the doorway, with the light of the lamp just barely reaching him to cast shadows on his sharp features and making him so hauntingly beautiful that she almost forgot her argument. "Oh, I'm sorry. Did I hurt your little feelings over whatever is it you're hiding from me?"
He chuckled at her accusation, only to make the anger inside of her start to rile up. "What if its a surprise? Do you really want me to ruin it for you?" he asked sweetly, distracting her momentarily as he pulled his top off, followed quickly by his shoes, socks, belt and jeans.
"Ah ha! So you are hiding something!" Caroline gasped, sitting up straight with a finger pointing at him accusingly. Slipping into a pair of sweats he usually slept in, Klaus shrugged and threw her an innocent look, puppy dog eyes and all. "Don't! You're going to tell me exactly what it is, and none of this 'surprise' bull. I can tell the difference between a secret-surprise and a secret-bad thing."
She eyed him carefully as he climbed into bed next to her, settling down into his pillows as if they were simply having a casual conversation. "There's nothing to tell," he informed her, catching her gaze when he turned to face her. Caroline frowned down at him, making him sigh in surrender. "You'll just get mad."
"I'm already mad," she told him sharply, watching as he merely kept quiet and watched her back. Realising he wasn't going to reply, she exhaled deeply in irritation before turning away to switch off the lamp. "Fine. I'm going to sleep."
"Good idea," Klaus agreed readily. Caroline laid back down under the covers, curling up with her back to him and closing her eyes. It didn't take long before she felt him shuffle closer to her, his front pressing up against her back as an arm wound around her waist to hold her to him.
"Nope," she snapped, popping the 'p' and pushing his arm off her before tucking her hands under her pillow. "You don't want to share your secret, I don't want to share my body."
"Those are two very different things, love," he rasped out, warm breath brushing her shoulder to send shivers down her spine, but she refused to relent. His hand had fisted on her hip; not holding her but still touching her. "C'mon, I'll make it up to you."
Caroline ducked down into the covers when she felt his lips brush against the nape of her neck, effectively stopping him short in his ministrations. "Will you tell me what you've done?"
He was silent momentarily, and she could feel his presence hovering over her before he murmured sensually, "How about amazing sex, however and whatever you want?"
"How about 'no'?" she whispered back with a huff. Pulling herself away from him by turning onto her stomach, she added, "Go to sleep. I am."
She was sure she was on the edge of slumber when the covers were tossed onto her and her back was met with the cool air of the room. Wide awake once again, the bed bounced lightly as Klaus left with a sigh and making her sit up.
"Where are you going?" she asked in confusion, her heightened senses allowing her to make out his outline as he pulled on a dark green singlet.
"If you're not going to let me even touch you, then there's no point in me sleeping. I'll be in my studio," he replied in a clipped tone, heading towards the bedroom door with full intention of leaving.
"Fine," she called out petulantly after him, flopping back onto the bed and deciding to splay herself out over his side instead.
"Fine," his annoyed grunt reached her even through the closed door and down the hallways. The telltale sounds of him slamming a door shut followed by the rustling of a canvas against a stand were the last things she recalled before finally managing to succumb to sleep.
Their little tiff wouldn't last long, she was sure of that. They'd air it out the next day, with Klaus confessing what he had been keeping from her before she sought out the truth from one of his daywalkers. Plus, the offer to have her wicked way with him however she wanted was too good of an offer to pass up.