Anonymous asked: could you please do Kc sneaking around in possibly canonish future settings? thank you so much
Caroline could feel the weight of his gaze, even surrounded by the crowded dance floor. Pushing back into Marcel's space, she let her hips grind low as she turned her head, lips just grazing the clean-shaven jaw. "Your friend is staring."
"He does that," Marcel answered easily with a hand pressed just over her navel. "Not a big fan of strangers."
"Even excellent dancers?" With a flirtatious spin, she let her hands roam the length of his excellent arms. "His loss, I'll just keep you to myself."
He grinned, his teeth absurdly bright under the club lights. Eyes flicking past her, though, he sighed. "Hold that thought. I've got to handle something."
"Heavy is the crown," she teased. There was something undeniably sexy about the way he wielded the authority he held in New Orleans. She kept dancing as he slipped toward a few nervous looking nightwalkers, not letting her eyes drift back to the bar where he was. "Stop looking at me," she whispered too low for even her own ears.
No, the only one who could possibly make out her words over the thudding beat of the music would have to be a hybrid - an old one, to be particular. She chanced a glance over her shoulder.
Sipping his drink, Klaus met her eyes without shame.
"I'm supposed to be the easy-breezy cocktease, remember? If you pay too much attention, he's going to get suspicious, and then you learn nothing about the toys he's offering to keep all his followers loyal."
One brow lifted in challenge, his message clear. Let him.
She couldn't help a smile as she lost herself to the sway around her. "Jealous ass. I'm going to bed alone tonight," she reminded.
Sure, his barely swallowed smile insisted.
Caroline wouldn't give him the satisfaction of responding, not when he was right. Sneaking around on this undercover mission of his was too fun to limit herself. For now, though, she'd just dance.
Let him watch.
