Summary: Caroline is sick of living with Klaus's siblings and wants them to get their own place. Birthday present for a-little-blonde-distraction.

Contains: Fingering, Caroline riding Klaus, dirty talk, vampire blood play.

"If you really loved me, there wouldn't be a choice."

"That's not fair, love," Klaus snapped, running a hand through his hair. "You can't give me ultimatums like that."

"Well, I am."

"Caroline..."

"We have lived with your siblings for how long now?"

"Two years."

"Exactly."

"I don't see the problem, sweetheart," Klaus said slowly, and Caroline gritted her teeth, closing her eyes and counting to ten.

"When I said that I wanted to be with you, I didn't mean you and all of your siblings. I signed up for one Mikaelson, not four."

"The Quarterback lives here too."

"That does not help your case at all. You know that right? Matt has been attempting to convince Rebekah to move out with him ever since Kol accidentally poisoned him."

"And he hasn't because we stick together, Caroline. We always have, and—"

"Always and forever, yeah, I know the drill. I just don't understand what's wrong with wanting a private space, Klaus."

"We have private space. We have an entire wing to ourselves."

"Yeah, that your siblings can get into anytime," she pointed out, her hands on her hips. "Klaus, I understand that you and your siblings have been together for like, a gajillion years, okay? You're close. I get it. It's not like I'm asking to move across the planet. Literally all I want is to get our own house. Which honestly shouldn't be problem, considering how many houses you own."

"I just don't understand why you want this?"

"I want to have a private space, Klaus. I want to be able to put my food in the fridge and know that Kol won't eat it, and-"

"So we'll get another refrigerator," he interrupted. "We can remodel the second guest room into an additional kitchen if you'd like."

"That was not the point," she snapped. "Rebekah steals my new shoes, and that Elijah does that weird sniffing thing when I wear anything that doesn't cover my knees. I'm just sick of it."

"I'll talk to them," he said, and she felt frustration welling up inside of her, making her hands ball into fists.

"No, seriously! If it wasn't that it would be some other thing. Why is us moving out such a huge problem, Klaus? What are you afraid of?"

"I'm not afraid of anything," he said firmly, a bit too quickly, and she crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow, sensing that she'd hit a nerve.

"Are you sure about that?"

"Yes," he hissed, and he looked so incredibly defensive that she forced herself to relax her posture, trying to keep from looking too threatening (as ridiculous as that sounded). Klaus tended to lash out when she hit too close to the mark, and she'd learned that calm, logical arguments generally won over screaming.

She loved him, but god he could be such a toddler.

She reached out to touch his arm, and he didn't flinch, simply looking at her with expectant eyes. "I think that you're worried that if you move, they'll leave," she said matter of factly, and though he was excellent at keeping a straight face, he had his tells. The barest twitch of his eye, the momentary tightening of his arms. She'd hit the nail on the head, and she knew it.

He remained silent, clearly unwilling to admit it, and she smiled slightly, her thumb rubbing soothing circles on his arm. He let out a sharp breath, and she just looked at him, waiting for him to talk, and he finally sighed, looking away from her.

"Perhaps," he ground out, and her lips twitched.

"Look, as you've said, you've spent like, a thousand years with all of them in some capacity, whether they're daggered or actively around. They love you, no matter how weirdly you guys show it. In fact, I think you guys might be at each other's throats a lot less often if you weren't always in a house together. Time apart is good for everyone eventually."

"Caroline..."

"I'm not asking for much, Klaus. I don't care if the house is next door, okay? I really don't. I just don't like that they can barge in anytime."

"Fine," he said curtly.

"Thank you," she said, giving him a bright smile and kissing him quickly.

He nodded, his movements still stiff, and she frowned. "What's wrong?"

"What about us?"

"What about us? What do you mean?"

"Will you want time apart?" he asked hesitantly.

"Maybe in a few decades," she said, catching his lips with hers, savoring the taste of him before pulling away. "But I'll always come back."

"You don't know that. Forever's quite a long time, sweetheart," he said softly, and she put her hands on his shoulders, her thumbs drawing soothing circles against the fabric of his shirt as she kissed him again. Harder this time, needing to remind him that she was there to stay.

When she broke away, her forehead rested against his, and she stared into his eyes, his breath sweet on her lips.

"It is. And maybe you're right, maybe I'll decide I need to take a break, or maybe you'll get tired of me-"

"Never," he interrupted, pulling back to nose her jaw.

"Forever's quite a long time," she said, her tone bordering on teasing, but she couldn't help the insecurity that bled through.

Sure, he had a thousand years of weird abandonment issues to work through, and he'd always made her feel wanted, but no matter how much he said it there was always a tiny voice in the back of her mind whispering that he'd leave her. He had to have had other loves over the thousand years he'd lived. What if she was just another fling in the long line of them? What if he got bored? Decided that she was too high-maintenance?

He scowled, seeming to read her perfectly, his hands moving to rest on her hips as he looked at her.

"I could never tire of you no matter how many centuries pass."

"And just like you know that you'll never get tired of me, I know that I'll always come back to you. I'll be your last love, Klaus."

He bent to kiss her again, and she responded, tangling her fingers in his hair and pressing herself against him, enjoying the way his fingers brushed across the backs of her thighs under her dress. She moaned into his mouth, her fingers winding into his shirt, and be broke away to drop kisses on her neck, his tongue dragging across the hollow of her throat.

She tipped her head to the side to allow him better access, and her breath caught when he let his teeth drag along her shoulder. He squeezed her ass when she rolled her hips against the bulge in his jeans, and his finger darted to tug lightly on the string of her thong, creating the most delicious friction against her pussy.

She moaned as she spread her legs wider for him, his fingers tugging the fabric aside and pressing against her entrance, and she buried her face in his neck as she found her g-spot, her fingernails digging into his back.

"Klaus..." she moaned against his skin, her voice muffled as she rolled her hips against his fingers.

"I'll never tire of you, sweetheart," he whispered, nipping at her ear. "I will always crave the pretty sounds I coax from your lips, the way you shake as I pleasure you. I will fantasize about the way you writhe against my tongue even as you lie draped across my body. I could never get enough of you."

She heard the fabric of his shirt tear as she tugged it, his fingers bringing her closer to the edge with every stroke, his voice in her ear making her clench.

"I want to have you in every way, Caroline. I love the way you react to my touch, but I know I'll draw thousands of pictures without ever being able to capture the beauty of your smile, will never forget the way you light up when you laugh. I will never tire of your quick mind, your wit, your honesty...You're beautiful, yes, but you're so much more..."

She let out a soft sob of pleasure when he angled his thumb to press against her clit as he fingerfucked her, his other hand tangling in her hair to encourage her head to tip back as he nibbled at her neck. "I want you to come for me," he mumbled, each word accompanied by the dart of his tongue against her skin, the quick, sucking kisses that left fast-fading marks.

"Klaus, fuck..."

"Come for me," he said again, and she felt the pressure build inside of her snap as she shattered around his fingers, her body over sensitive and shaking with pleasure.

"Bed," she gasped, reaching between them to palm him through his jeans, and he groaned against her neck.

She closed her eyes as she felt a rush, a displacement of air around them as they sped out of his studio, before she was pressed against their mattress, her thong ripped away, sundress pressed up around her waist.

She reached between them to undo Klaus's jeans, pushing them down, and he watched her with dark eyes, his muscles tensing as she stroked his cock a few times before positioning him at her entrance. She moaned as he pushed inside of her, her back arching, hands curling around his shoulders.

"God, Caroline, you feel so perfect, so tight and wet..."

She shuddered, her legs wrapping around his waist as she tried to pull him deeper, and she bit her lip hard enough to draw blood. Klaus bent down to press his lips to hers, sucking at the wound, and she groaned into his mouth.

"Do you like that, sweetheart?" he asked as he hit a particularly sensitive spot, and she nodded, her fingernails digging into his back as she tipped her head back.

"Oh my god, yes, har-"

She was interrupted by a loud bang on the door that separated their wing from the rest of the house.

"Nik, I can hear you and your flavor of the century from the basement, and it's disgusting."

Caroline groaned, pushing Klaus off of her and grabbing her robe, tying it tightly. "I swear to god, Kol, get the hell out."

"I just thought I'd do the world a favor and tell you how loud you are," Kol said through the door. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to find literally anywhere else to spend my time."

Caroline turned to face Klaus, her teeth gritted. "We are moving."

"Understood, sweetheart. Where were we?" he asked, bending to kiss her again, but she moved out of bed, grabbing her laptop from the desk in the corner.

"We were finding a house," she said firmly, and Klaus groaned, falling back against the pillow.

XXX

After Caroline had put her foot down, Klaus had given her free reign to find whatever house she wanted as long as it was in the general area, and after some fights about interior decorating, they'd settled in quite nicely.

He found he quite liked living away from his siblings.

This was especially true when he came home from a week-long trip, straightening out a coven across the world that had been trying to kill one of them (he hadn't managed to ferret out the identity of their chosen victim before he'd killed them all) to find Caroline sitting on their bed, completely nude, drinking from a blood bag and flipping through television channels. It was something that he never would have had the pleasure of seeing if they still lived with his siblings, and he was glad he'd given in.

"Hello, sweetheart."

"Hey," she said happily turning to give him a smile. "How were the witches?"

"It doesn't matter, as they're dead now."

"Was that really necessary?" she asked, more out of habit than because she thought he shouldn't go around killing people.

Well, she probably did, but it was one of the concerns she had that they'd sorted out when she first turned up.

She'd shifted onto her stomach, propping her chin on her hand while the other held the blood bag, her feet swinging back and forth in the air, and he found himself unable to concentrate on what she was saying.

"Klaus? Klaus?!"

He jerked himself back to reality. "Yes, love?"

"I was asking if you wanted to watch a movie," she repeated, her lips twitching.

"I'm not sure how much of the movie we'd end up watching with you looking like that."

"I feel like we should have a long conversation about how men aren't slaves to their impulses and no matter how hot I look you are perfectly capable of restraining yourself, but I missed you, and no matter how much phone sex we ha-"

Klaus interrupted her with a kiss, and she pulled him down on the bed, straddling him and palming him through his jeans. He could feel his cock growing hard against the fabric, and she moaned as he squeezed her breasts, tugging at her nipples.

"I missed you," she said again when she broke away, her eyes closing as he trailed his hand down her abdomen to rub her clit.

"I missed you too, love."

She let her head fall against his shoulder as he increased the pace of his strokes, her hips rotating as she moaned against the fabric of his henley.

"Take off your clothes," she said, rolling off of him and watching as he undressed, pushing him against the headboard as soon as he was completely bare to her. She stroked him a few times, smirking as he let his head fall back against the headboard, watching her with heavily-lidded eyes.

His hips jerked when she sank down onto him, making her moan, his hands finding her arse to pull her down against him. "God, you feel so good. I missed you so much," she said through her harsh breathing, laying her forehead on his shoulder. "Fuck..."

"Touch yourself for me," he ordered, his hands moving to squeeze her breasts lightly as he nipped her ear, and she reached down between them to rub her clit, her moans louder and more desperate than he'd ever heard them as she writhed on top of him. "Do you like that, love?"

"Klaus..."

He could feel how close she was to falling apart, her head tipped back, eyes closed as she moaned for him, and he tangled a hand in her hair, tugging it lightly.

"Bite me," he said, tipping his head to the side, and he watched as her eyes darkened, veins crawling across her cheeks.

She was exquisite.

And she didn't waste time.

Her fangs sank into his jugular, the feeling of her sucking his life away making his cock throb inside of her as she rolled her hips against him. He could feel it when she tipped over the edge, moaning against his skin. She pulled back, her lips stained with blood, and he kissed it away, groaning as she pressed her tongue inside of his mouth.

"Come in me," she panted out when she pulled away, still moving on top of him, her body shaking as she came down from her high. "I missed you so much when you were gone. I fucked myself every night with my fingers wishing it was your cock. All I could think about was your voice, the way you kiss me... I wanted your mouth on me, Klaus. I love the way you look when you eat me out, with my come on your lips, your hair all messed up from when I pull it..."

She'd never been so vocal before, and he found that he liked knowing what she fantasized, liked knowing she'd wanted him just as much as he wanted her.

She continued to narrate all the things she wanted to do now that he was back, the things she'd thought about when he was gone, and he came with a soft groan of her name, fucking her through his orgasm. She slumped against him when he was done, her face buried in his shoulder.

"I quite like it when you scream for me, you know," he said, moving to lie down, her body spread comfortably on his

"Yeah, well, I've had to keep it down for the last two years," she said grumpily, and he raised his eyebrows.

"Beg pardon?"

"Your siblings hearing us have sex is literally the grossest thing ever. Why did you think I wanted to move out?"

"You said-"

"Well, those too, obviously."

"I think you have two years of screaming my name to make up for now."

"I have to make it up to you?" she asked, smirking. "Please. I think you owe me some scream-worthy orgasms."

"We can do both," he assured her quickly, tangling his fingers in her hair and bringing her down for a kiss.

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