Anonymous asked: Ik that this is a classic and idk if you've done this before. Caroline first arrives in NOLA and the first morning shes caught singing to taylor swift while making breakfast.
His eyes tracked the swish of her hips as she crossed the kitchen, the hem of his shirt not covering much of her bare legs. She sang to the beat her of her steps, adding a little dip every so often. When she bent low to search for something in the cabinet, Klaus discovered just how bare she was beneath the worn fabric that surely soaked her in his scent. "Good morning, sweetheart. Come to your senses yet?"
With an exaggerated slowness, Caroline drew herself to her full height, champagne flutes in hand and fangs free. Even with her humanity switch compromised, her dark eyes still shone with mischief. "What's the fun in that?" She held up the glasses in triumph, biting her lip. "I'm thinking mimosas."
Sighing, he tried not to think of all the ways he once imagined she might appear in his city. Oddly enough, showing up to seduce him in the wake of her mother's death hadn't been on his list. Though he enjoyed her spirit regardless of her emotional state, it wasn't in his interest to allow her to regret time spent with him. To Klaus, that meant humoring her - to a point.
Given her choice of clothing, or lack thereof, she wasn't taking kindly to his refusal to do more than flirt with her. Drinking, however, seemed a safe enough activity. "I can't promise any juice," he warned, "but I'm sure I could rustle up a bottle of champagne."
She bounced on her toes, excited. "Don't worry about a mixer, that's what Blake is for."
"Blake?"
Her smile turned sharp. "Apparently, New Orleans has a very active Tinder scene. I ask for a date at eight in the morning, and he delivers himself happily. A little sweet talk, a lot of touching, and I'll bet I could get him to donate some blood just as happily." She stares down at the counter, where her phone lit up. "He's here!"
Before she could flit to the front door, though, Klaus blocked her way. The movement had been so instinctive, he didn't quite notice his intention until he was halfway there. "You want blood, you can have mine. Feed elsewhere, that's fine, but not in my house."
Gaze calculating, she wet her lips at the fierce determination on his face. "Jealous much? It's not my fault you're so frustrated, Klaus."
"You're safe here," he continued, rage simmering beneath his skin along with the sheer want for her. "My hope is that safety will allow you to come back to yourself, that you'll know you don't have to face your grief alone."
The blood drained from her eyes as she stared up at him. "You really mean that." It wasn't a question, not that he'd have an answer if it was. "I came here to party and let loose."
He nodded. "And I look forward to seeing you test your boundaries. Just not this one," he implored. "Please."
"No feeding, got it." Once more, however, her fangs dropped in a suggestive leer. "But I'm hungry, and I'd hate to make a mess of you. Race you to the shower?"