I'm at the mall shopping with my friends and they dared me to sit on your lap, and okay seriously you're too young and hot to be Santa' au
"I'll give you $15." Caroline glared at Bonnie, picking at the soft pretzel she'd bought for herself.
"Screw that I'll give you $100." Damon grinned at her and Bonnie elbowed him in the side.
"I don't know when you two started hanging out but I don't like it. And grow up. Seriously. I'm not doing it."
"Come on Blondie," Damon gave her his best puppy face and Caroline rolled her eyes. "Nah, she won't do it." He leaned back in his chair, looking at Bonnie. "She's too chicken."
"I am not!"
"Then prove it." Damon wiggled his eyebrows at her and they glared at one another for a few moments before Caroline stood up angrily.
"$200." She took a final sip of her drink before slamming it down on the table.
"Deal." Damon held out his hand and Caroline shook it. Giving both of them an 'I'll show you' look she marched toward the mall santa, ignoring the snickering workers and shooting them a glare.
Without overthinking, or without even second-guessing, Caroline sat on the guys knee, trying not to think about the fact that he was probably a middle aged pedophile who got kicks out of little kids sitting on his lap.
"So, what do you want for Christmas, little girl?" She swore she heard him snicker at her and Caroline rolled her eyes, that was when she noticed it. How…young he sounded and how..not old he seemed.
"Wait a second," She looked at him squinting her eyes to see past the fake beard and hat and hair. "How old are you? You're like 30 what the hell! Are you some kind of pervert?" One of the moms walking past with her children glared at her.
"Says the woman sitting on my lap right now." Her jaw dropped open and she scoffed, folding her arms and looking away.
"You're a real creep."
"And you're very attractive when you're angry." She rolled her eyes.
"Alright, I think that's enough." She moved to get off his lap but his arm snaked around her waist.
"I can't let you go until you tell me what you want for Christmas. You do know how this works right?" Caroline shook her head, and she swore that he smirked.
"I'm not telling you what I want for Christmas."
"Fine then I'll tell you." She glared at him, trying to ignore the fact that he still had his arm around her waist. "What I want for Christmas, is the name and if I'm lucky, the phone number of the gorgeous blonde on my lap right now."
Caroline's jaw fell slack just as one of the other mall workers came up to him, "Hey Klaus your shift is done, I'll walk you back." He winked at her, finally releasing her and walking back with the lady to the back.
Caroline walked slowly back to where Damon and Bonnie were sitting. She didn't say anything, instead holding her hand out and grinning at Damon as he handed her 2 $100 bills. "Now you're gonna buy me one of those cups of pretzel bites."
"Come on, that wasn't–"
"Go." She slid back into her seat as Damon went off, grumbling, towards the soft pretzel stand.
"Was he hot?" Bonnie tried to hide her smirk and Caroline threw a napkin at her friend. "You seemed pretty annoyed, what'd he say?"
"He asked for my number," Bonnie choked on the sip of her soda she'd just taken.
"He what?" Just then Damon came back with the pretzel bites, dropping them in front of Caroline as he sunk into the other chair. "Some creepy old fat guy asked for your number? While he was dressed as Santa Claus?"
"Whoa Blondie got hit on by Chris Kringle?"
"Relax. He was like early 30′s and I'm pretty sure it was a fat suit."
"I can assure you sweetheart, it was a fat suit." The three of them looked up at the man that had just walked up to their table and who was now sliding into the last chair at the table, grabbing one of Caroline's pretzel bites and popping it into his mouth.
"Can I help you?" Caroline pushed the cup away from him, wondering if she should call security.
"What? Don't recognize me without the suit and the beard?" He grinned at her, reaching past her and seriously invading her personal space and grabbing another pretzel.
"You're mall santa?!" Bonnie's mouth was wide open
"Klaus Mikaelson," He grinned at Caroline, holding out his hand and watching as she gingerly took it. "Not a pervert, just trying to pay for art school. So, how about that name and number now?"
our flight got delayed, and now we are stuck in this godforsaken small airport on christmas eve. unfortunately, we are stuck with this elderly couple who, for some reason, have decided we are meant for each other.
"I'll kill him." Caroline sat, her arms folded, her foot bobbing as she glared at the wall.
"Not if I kill him first." She shot Klaus a quick glare before turning back to the wall.
"Oh please, like you're not secretly loving this." He scoffed, looking back down at his phone and typing away. "You and Stefan probably planned this, for him to just conveniently get a call from Elena who went into labor. He just conveniently booked an earlier flight leaving you and I to spend the last 36 hours, alone, in the middle of a fucking snow storm."
"Yes love," Klaus turned toward her, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "I planned for Elena to go into labor, for Stefan to book that flight back and obviously I'm just glowing at the lovely experience of being stuck with you in this lovely mood." Her jaw dropped as he went back to whatever was on his phone. Caroline opened her mouth to reply but she was cut off before she could begin.
"Excuse me," Both Caroline and Klaus looked to the couple sitting across from them, the old woman smiling kindly at them. "I just wanted to tell you that you two make the most adorable couple."
"We're not a couple." Caroline was the first to respond and Klaus sighed.
"No. We're not. I've asked her, about half a million times but every time–"
"Oh seriously? You're bringing this up now?" She glared at him hard before turning back to the old lady, "We've been doing nothing but fighting for the past hour and a half what made you think we were a couple?"
"It takes an awful lot of love to argue like the two of you do." For a moment the woman looked lovingly at her husband and he smiled back at her.
"We've been through our share of hard times," The man agreed, pressing a kiss to his wife's hand. Caroline smiled softly. "But we both realized that we'd rather fight with one another than to watch the other with someone else."
"That's really romantic." Caroline watched as the couple looked lovingly at one another and she sighed, easing up her posture and turning back to Klaus, catching him giving her an odd look. "What?" She hissed at him.
"Nothing sweetheart." He looked back to his phone and she sighed. After a moment of silence he looked up to the couple, "You know she left me in a forest. We had one night together–"
"Klaus!"
"–One glorious night and I woke up in the morning alone. She'd just left. Gone." Caroline shook her head, her jaw set as her foot bobbed faster.
"Oh," The woman looked taken aback, her mouth opening and closing a few times, trying to find the words to speak but Caroline interrupted her before she could begin.
"Really? We're gonna bring this up now? Look Klaus, the sex was great. Like really great. But I know you, you're not the kind of guy to stay with someone long term! You're longest relationship was what? Like a year? You're a big shot lawyer from New York City and I'm Miss Mystic Falls. I did you a favor."
"A favor?" He shook his head at her, running his tongue along his lower lip, "You did me a favor? Well then how about you just don't do me any more favors from here on out."
"You're an asshole," She spat at him and he scoffed, turning back to his phone, "I mean," She turned back to the elderly couple who was watching them with a look of shock on their faces, "A forest. Like I wasn't good enough for a bed and now here I am stuck here of all places, on Christmas Eve, the best holiday there is with him." She jabbed her finger in Klaus' direction. "The human version of the Grinch."
"Mom? Dad?" The four of them looked up as a girl walked up to them, smiling as she pulled her bag higher on her shoulder.
"Sweetie!" The woman stood up, embracing the girl and Caroline smiled. "I'm so sorry you two, this is my daughter, she was late coming to the airport due to the snow, we really must be going. It is Christmas Eve and all." The woman gave Caroline an apologetic look and Caroline nodded, wishing them a Merry Christmas.
The woman's husband stood, picking up their bags before turning back to her and Klaus, "If there's one thing I can tell the two of you," Both Caroline and Klaus looked up at him, "Its that two people who are as…passionate about one another as the two of you, well, those are the couples that make it. Take it from me." He looked at his wife for a moment and Caroline nodded, watching as they walked away.
"You know this doesn't mean anything." She pulled out her book from her bag, preparing to spend the rest of the night in silence. Klaus sighed, standing suddenly and looking down at her, shaking his head.
"Of course it doesn't. Nothing changes anything with you does it?" With that, he turned and walked away, shaking his head as he went. Caroline watched him go with her mouth open.
He was gone for about an hour and she spent the entire hour chewing on her lower lip, staring at a wall, her mind racing. When he finally settled himself in the seat next to her he held out a cardboard coffee cup and Caroline took it slowly. "Hot chocolate. Consider it a peace offering." He pulled out a file of papers from his carry on and took a sip of his drink, beginning to read over the files. She took a minute to look from the hot cocoa to him and back again before taking a sip.
"Thanks." She knew better than to try to make conversation with him when he was like this. This was lawyer Klaus. The stone cold version of the man she'd known since Stefan had come back from college his freshman year, dragging along his British roommate. So she let him sit and stew for a few minutes before she spoke again. "I was scared." He looked up at her, his face completely blank. "That night. The forest? I was scared. I woke up in the middle of the night, naked, in a forest, and you were there, and I was scared." She saw his eye twitch and she swallowed, clearing her throat slightly. "And its Christmas and I don't have any family left to spend it with and no offense but you were kind of being an asshole and I mean you've always been an asshole but you've just…never been an asshole to me. Not since that night."
She was rambling now, she rambled when she was nervous, they both knew that but still he stayed silent. "And the thing is my best friend is having a baby with the man of her dreams, the love of her life. And I'm here. With you. And it scares me because there's not really anywhere else I'd rather be. You know? Of course you don't know. But you scare me. I guess that's my point. My point is you scare me. And yes I left that night but I didn't know how much it would mean. And I don't think you did too because I think I scare you too because you're some big shot lawyer from New York City and I'm Miss Mystic Falls and I scare you." She cleared her throat again, looking back at the wall and taking a sip of hot chocolate. She could feel him staring at her and she ignored it, she ignored the way it made the skin on the back of her neck stand up, the way that she kind of maybe liked it a little bit.
Caroline slowly put her cup down in the cup holder on the side of the seat, reaching for her book again and opening it to a random page so at least she could pretend to ignore him. Even if she was just staring at black words on a white page. "Caroline."
"Hm?"
"Caroline." She looked up at him and finally, there was something. Something in the way he looked at her, something that made her heart race, something that made her palms sweat and then suddenly he wasn't looking at anymore. Or she wasn't looking at him. Because suddenly he was kissing her and her hair was tangled between his fingers and her hands were gripping his shoulders. And then he was pulling away and her heart was beating so fast and her breath was coming out in shaky pants. He was grinning at her and she couldn't think. Couldn't breathe. She needed to say something, anything really. She needed to tell him that she wasn't a short term relationship kinda girl. At least not with him. But for some reason the only thing she could think of to say was…
"I didn't get you a Christmas present." He laughed, shaking his head at her and kissing her once more lightly on the bridge of her nose.
"You've given me the best Christmas present Caroline." She smiled, closing her eyes as he leaned in to kiss her again.
"i am apartment sitting for a friend and firmly plan finishing my thesis in peace, but the walls in this building are paper thin and so i keep getting distracted by the pleasant singing voice coming from the apartment next to this one. the only downside is that they keep singing christmas carols"
Putting himself through school was never his plan but when it came to light that Mikael would rather watch his millions of dollars burn then pay for his illegitimate son's education, Klaus decided he had to do it. Just as a fuck you to his father. But what he didn't expect was for the long hours to be so long. He would get distracted so easily, and his brother's bloody neighbor didn't help. At the most inconvenient of hours she would be singing. First it was that stupid boy band, then it was Broadway musicals, and now, in the middle of November, it was bloody Christmas carols.
He'd never been a fan of the holiday. Especially not the music.
At least she was a good singer. But now, at 2 in the bloody A.M. he was not about to stand for her singing those stupid songs. He did not agree to spend the month at Kol's and house sit so that he could flunk out of graduate school. Finally, he'd had enough. Slamming his laptop shut, Klaus decided that if she was going to be singing about silver bells and flying reindeer at such ungodly hours, he was going to have a few unkind words for her.
He stomped barefoot across the hall, balling his hand into a fist and banging it on her door three times in a row. He waited less than 20 seconds for her to open the door. That was when he was met with the sight of the current bane of his existence. All 5 foot 8 inches of her. Blonde curls swept over her shoulders, framing her face and she held a tub of ice cream in her hand, the spoon having been haphazardly stabbed into the center of it.
On any other day he would have hit on her in an instant and undoubtedly she would have melted in a puddle at his feet. But today was not any other day, today was 2am. And he had a thesis to write. And the sounds of her singing was not helping him. Letting out an angry huff and ignoring her shocked look, Klaus braced his hand on the door frame beside him and leaned in closer, dropping his voice slightly.
"Do you, fucking mind?" Her mouth fell open in shock and confusion, "I'm trying to write a thesis and your constant proclamation that its beginning to look a lot like Christmas is not helping me."
"Oh, I'm…" She looked up at him sheepishly, blushing. "I'm so sorry I didn't think anyone could hear me but the walls are insanely thin I just…I'm really sorry–wait you're staying at Kol's?" She looked down the hall, perhaps expecting to see his brother following him out. "Are you two like…"
"I'm his brother." Klaus gave her an annoyed look, folding his arms over his chest.
"Gotcha…" Caroline nodded once, looking down at her ice cream. "He never seemed to mind about the singing. In fact sometimes he'd join in." She gave a small smile, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Well, I mind." Her smile faltered and he saw something cross her eyes.
"Ok well you don't have to be an asshole about it, you know you could have just asked politely. Like, oh I don't know, a decent human being?" He was startled by the way she talked back to him. No one ever talked back to him like that. Especially not pretty blondes wearing what could barely be classified as pajamas.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me." Klaus took a step closer to her, invading her personal space as he dropped his arms to his side.
"its November. Its not even Thanksgiving yet and you're singing Christmas carols." She opened and closed her mouth a couple times, searching for the right come back.
"You're a real asshole, you know that?" She set the tub of ice cream down on her hall table, placing her hands on her hips.
"So I've been told." She glared at him, her jaw setting angrily. It was actually quite…alluring.
"I'll try to keep it down. But instead of spending all this time writing a thesis you might also wanna explore getting an attitude adjustment. You could really use it." With that, she slammed the door in his face. He stared at it for a moment, his jaw slack.
The next day while he was preparing his lunch he was serenaded with the dulcet sounds of every and any Christmas carol that had ever been written and when she took a break from singing, she made sure to blast it from speakers. He swore he would get her back for this one day, but first he had to finish that bloody thesis.
5 hr nap buddies
She had no idea how it had happened. Really. No. Fucking. Clue.
He'd come over to help her with some of her art history paper and then one thing led to another and then you know she fell asleep on him. Nothing fancy. They both had their clothes on. But when she woke up she had her head resting against his chest, her face slightly nuzzled towards his neck, one leg between his as her hand was resting on his chest.
She hated to admit it but…it was the best nap she'd ever had. Like, ever. In the history of ever. Best. Nap. Ever.
Did she mention it was an awesome nap?
The worst part about it was that when she woke up, he was still sleeping.
His breathing even, blowing a few strands of her hair, his heart beating steadily in his undead gross hybrid chest. (Okay so maybe it wasn't that gross.)
So she had a choice: wake the sleeping beast up and deal with the consequences or get in another few amazing winks of sleep.
Inevitably, she went with the latter, snuggling further into his chest, ignoring how soft his henley was and how hard his chest was but yet so so comfortable to sleep on…within moments, she was sleeping again. And below her, Klaus smiled, cracking open one eye and pulling her closer. He placed a kiss to the top of her head.
He'd been alive for 1000 years and she didn't realize he could fake-sleep better than anyone on the planet.
Days went by. And then a week. And then two weeks.
She'd been avoiding him, they both knew that. She couldn't stop thinking about it though. About how amazing that nap had been, she'd never had a nap like that. The kind of nap where you woke up as if it was a new day. The kind of nap people should write songs about, the kind of nap that haunted her dreams.
God if she was this crazy about a nap having sex with him one day would be like…damn. Not that she was going to have sex with him. Or anything.
"God I give up!" Caroline slammed her pen down onto her notebook, startling Bonnie. "I need to go take care of something." She pushed her books into her bag, ignoring Bonnie's concerned look as she pulled her coat on and slung her bag over her shoulder. "I'll call you later."
It took her twenty minutes to reach his house and about thirty seconds to march in through his front door and find him sitting with his sketchbook balanced on his knee. "Niklaus Mikaelson!" She dropped her bag on the floor and he looked at her, startled. Concern flickered across his features for a moment before she moved further into the room.
"Caroline is everything alright?" He stood slowly and she shook her head, sliding her coat off and throwing it on one of the couches.
"We need to talk." She was right in front of him now and for a split second, for a split gut wrenching second he thought she was going to kiss him. But then her finger jabbed into his chest and his pathetic hopes were dashed.
"About?"
"That nap." He froze, preparing himself for yet another Caroline Forbes outburst. "That was the best fucking nap I've ever taken. No, that was the best sleep I've ever had. That nap…" She trailed off and he tried to bite back his laughter. Which only made her more aggravated.
"It was quite a good nap."
"Yes!" She sounded as if she'd just discovered the cure for cancer or something like that. And he shook his head, laughing. "So I was thinking we could like come up with a system? Like once a week or whatever we…we nap…"
He burst out laughing now, ignoring the glare she shot him. "You're bloody insane Caroline. But, I once promised you Rome, Paris, and Tokyo. I think I can also throw in a few harmless naps." She grinned. Grabbing his hand before he could say anything else.
"Okay good. We start now then." He grinned at her, letting her pull him up the stairs towards his bedroom. "And if you tell anyone about this," She spun around, causing him to crash into her, his arms grabbing her forearm to steady the both of them, "I'll end you."
"I would expect nothing less from you sweetheart."
Sorry I've been sucky at posting drabbles here lately, but I'll try to get a little better at that, happy holidays you guys and I hope the drabbles were good, please review if you have a spare moment