AN: Little somethin' for Klaroween, prompt from otpprompts at tumblr:
Imagine your OTP always wear couple costumes on Halloween, but it's never planned.
Happy Klaroween!
Caroline had always loved Halloween. As a little girl, she would spend a day carving pumpkins with her father, her mother always throwing a little fit about the mess that had left the kitchen in when they went off trick-or-treating.
As a teenager, it gradually became more about finding the right costume and games and parties. How could you not love Halloween when it was so much fun?
If it hadn't been for Klaus Mikaelson, that was.
Older brother to her best friend, Rebekah, running into Klaus was sort of unavoidable from time to time. Rebekah, she absolutely adored, despite their early fierce competition in primary school. Guess frenemies to best friends was really a thing.
Befriending Rebekah had one mayor disadvantage, though, in the form of her older brother, aforementioned Klaus.
Better known as bane of her existence.
Caroline didn't know what it was about them but whenever they were in the vicinity close enough to interact, they couldn't help but fight.
Katherine and Kol claimed it was clearly due to unresolved sexual tension.
Her other bestie, Enzo, kept repeating Klaus had very obvious case of hots for her.
Caroline was set on shooting down all their crazy theories, putting it all down to the simple fact of Klaus not being able to be anything but an absolute jerk.
Damn that Halloween-ruiner.
First time it happened, her junior year of high school, they were all at Tyler's party, Caroline busy laughing at Enzo's Little Mermaid costume he had to don because of a lost bet.
However, her mirth subsided drastically as soon as she spotted Klaus entering the mansion, wearing a vampire costume that was matching her own.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Caroline demanded angrily as she approached him, barely-contained fury flashing in her eyes.
"Well, I believe I'm attending a party, Caroline. Maybe I've come back from college for the weekend just to see you?" Klaus replied, sporting the widest grin possible, dimples adorning his face.
Damn those dimples.
They didn't make him look adorable. At all.
Focus, Caroline.
"Yeah, right, like I'm gonna believe that. Why are you wearing a vampire costume? I am wearing a vampire costume!"
"Oh, I can see that, love," he said, shamelessly raking over her body clad in a tight black corset and leather pants, accentuating her lean legs. "And great minds think alike, I guess."
Caroline flushed a little under his penetrating gaze but told herself to keep it together, she refused to be intimidated by him. And then it dawned on her that his costume was not only that of a simple vampire, it was…
"Wait…are you dressed…as the Hybrid? From Supernatural Chronicles?" she asked incredulously, forgetting for a moment she was not supposed to want to talk to him.
But…who would have thought Klaus was into that stuff?
"I am. And you're Baby Vampire, Candice. Quite a pair, don't you think? Very peculiar."
Caroline brushed off his innuendo, deciding to focus on something else. "So you're a fan of the show?"
"I did enjoy it the first few seasons…Though it have only gone downhill from there."
She couldn't help but smile widely at this, that particular smile of someone who just found a person to bond with over their favourite tv show. Even remembering who she was talking to wouldn't help now, for the time being, she was hooked. Ignoring the expression of deep self-satisfaction on his face, Caroline went down deeper into the rabbit hole and delved into the conversation.
"Yeah, it's the same for me. It's a shame because it was so good for a while, you know? And then they ruined it with all those ridiculous ships…Damn SC writers! So what did you think about…"
They talked for the duration of the party, immersed in discussion after discussion about plots and characters, completely oblivious to knowing looks their friends were sending them all night and Kol's crude remarks.
Their senior year, it was Rebekah who had thrown a party and Klaus' presence was a given.
No intentions of repeating last year's incident, Caroline went for a costume option as far from supernatural as possible. Klaus had been let off the hook quite easily, having gone back to college the next day, for her, however, it was weeks and weeks of constant teasing after last year's Halloween party from Enzo-Kol combo.
So not going through it again.
After putting final touches to her outfit, she took a deep breath and left Rebekah's bedroom.
Just with her luck, the first person she encountered in the corridor was Klaus, who was coming out of his room, sporting scrubs and stethoscope.
And she was the freaking sexy nurse.
"That's impossible," Caroline's eyes widen in disbelief, Klaus' usual smirk only adding to her wrath.
"I told you once, sweetheart, great minds and all that. You look positively ravishing, by the way. Can't wait for you to measure my blood pressure," he chuckled, though the sound was muffled when Caroline punched him forcefully in the chest.
"Come now, love, you're supposed to heal people, not hurt them," Klaus quipped, regaining his wit. "Though I wouldn't exactly say no to some full body exam," he added, quirking his brows suggestively.
"Ugh..god, you're an idiot! Stay away from me!" Turning away from him and going downstairs, Caroline spared him no look, though she could feel the heat of his gaze on her back and no matter how much she tried to attribute the chills going down her spine to being cold, she knew that wasn't it.
Freshman year of college, it was a frat party.
Caroline had no choice but to go, with Rebekah now dating Enzo who was a sophomore and a member of Alpha Beta fraternity, both in Pirates of Caribbean inspired costumes, looking happier than ever.
Not to anyone's surprise, Enzo could really pull off eyeliner like a boss.
Entering the frat house with an impending sense of doom, Caroline nervously smoothed the non-existent creases on her Mrs. Incredible outfit, the red and black spandex clinging to her every curve.
Two hours later, Caroline managed to really get into the mood of the party, with absence of Klaus nagging in the back of her mind.
You're disappointed, she kept telling herself while she tried her very best to focus on ramblings of a frat boy in front of her.
Definitely not the sharpest mind in the class but it'd been awhile and Caroline was not ashamed to admit she wanted to get laid. Every girl has needs, after all.
Just as the thought crossed her mind, she felt a familiar presence right behind her as the smooth voice with that god-damn accent whispered in her ear, making her shiver in response.
"Caroline, there you are and astonishing as always."
She really should've known he wouldn't miss his own party, in his third year here he was like an almost president of that fraternity.
Damn him for lulling her into false sense of security.
And, with clockwork precision, he was dressed as Mr. Incredible.
Un-freaking-believable.
The guy she had been talking to, Greg or something like that, took one look at Klaus, then back at her and, looking pretty frightened, stammered to Klaus, "Look, man, I had no idea this was your girl, ok? No hard feelings?"
"I am not his girl!"
"Well, now you know so scram," came their simultaneous responses.
Greg just shook his head, shrinking under Klaus' piercing gaze and fled quickly into the sea of party-goers. Beyond furious, Caroline turned to Klaus and shrieked, "What the hell is your problem?", then caught his hand and pulled him in the direction of the nearest possibly empty space she could think of. While pushing through the crowd, she tried to ignore the way his upper body felt against her back, the elastic material of the costume he was wearing bringing out the hard planes of his chest even more.
As they entered Enzo's room, Caroline thankful she had seen him and Rebekah busy dancing downstairs - otherwise it would've been quite awkward, she shoved Klaus against the door, demanding explanation.
"What the fuck was this?!"
"Whatever do you mean, love?"
"You know what! You've said I'm your girl! What the hell?!"
"Well, if the costume fits, Mrs. Incredible," Klaus taunted, the way the word incredible rolled off his tongue while he was boring his gaze into her, his eyes darkened with an emotion she didn't want to name, it was doing all kinds of things to Caroline, her breathing becoming more shallow.
"You're ridiculous," she retorted weakly.
"Am I? Because love, I feel like we've been dancing around this thing for a few years now," he replied, looking all serious this time, unlike their confrontation a year before.
"What thing? We don't have a thing, Klaus."
"Really? So you don't enjoy my presence when you put your guard down? Tremble when I'm close? Feel this inexplicable excitement when we fight? Because, let me tell you, sweetheart, I experience all those things and I'm so sick of you denying it," he whispered bitingly while bouncing off from the door and stalking towards Caroline until he had her backed to the nearest wall.
Her breath hitched when she stared at those perfect lips of his, as he put his hands on either side of her head, trapping her between his arms. She tried to fight with these emotions he stirred within her, arousal pooling in the body at the predatory gaze he set upon her.
Silence fell between them, only with faint blast of music and party going on downstairs in the background, making every breath they took even more distinct. He pushed more into her, his eyes fixed firmly one her, their bodies clinging even more together in those stretchy costumes.
Klaus leaned closer, his nose brushing against hers, the delicacy of this move throwing her off balance. Almost subconsciously, Caroline lifted her hands to his chest, her fingertips trailing patterns across and his body jerked in reaction, eyes darkened with lust.
Next second, his mouth was on hers, one of his hands finding its way to her hair, fingers sliding through her long tresses to the scalp, the caress making her shudder. She bit on his lower lip, tearing a low moan from Klaus, then sucked on it gently, her arms locking around his neck, drawing him even closer.
His tongue darted inside, slowly exploring her mouth and Caroline got lost in sensations, her leg latching around his hips, the move increasing friction between their bodies, her core pressed tightly to his pelvis.
The kiss went on, their lips melting together in slow languid motions, while their hips moved together, setting their senses on fire, the tension impossible to bare. Finally, they needed to gasp for air, their breathing heavy as Klaus rested his forehead against hers, eyes closed shut.
Slowly unhitching her leg, Klaus looked at her, his expression unreadable and Caroline found she couldn't quite meet his gaze. He took a loose curl to tuck it behind her ear, thumb brushing against her cheek.
"You are my girl, Caroline Forbes. When you're ready to admit it, I'll be here," he said, his voice still hoarse from the kiss and then he lifted her hand to his lips and planted a kiss on the inside of her wrist, only to back away and leave the room.
When the door closed, Caroline slowly skimmed down a wall, trying to make sense of what just happened.
Ruined Halloweens were the least of her problems now.
After the year of heavy flirting, accidental (or so she told herself) kisses, banter and back-and-forth, one quickie in the university library and another two in the bathroom of their regular Friday bar, Caroline was still struggling to admit it.
Though she was gradually running out of arguments.
Attending yet another Halloween party, Caroline was sure they wouldn't match this time. To avoid exposure, this year she kept the details of her outfit completely under wraps. Nobody knew.
You could say she was quite chirpy and proud of herself as she entered the bar hosting the party dressed as Daenerys Targaryen. Even if he had by some miracle found out, Klaus would never wear that much eye make-up and a wig to pose for Khal Drogo.
Imagine her surprise.
From across the bar, Klaus raised his eyebrows and smiled at her bewildered expression, his chest bare with black patterns painted across it, long black artificial hair on his head and leather pants with wide belt around his abdomen.
He had even shaved one of his eyebrows in half.
Damn him.
Taking a deep breath, Caroline straightened her back and strutted across the bar, grabbing Klaus' neck as she approached him and pulling him down to lay one deep kiss on his lips, wishing to rinse that smirk off his face.
Hours later, she let him take her back to his room and he showed her moon and stars. All night long.
Since then, it became quite the tradition for them to don matching costumes.
Yes, they were one of those couples.
They had gone through Marvel phase, then DC one (Caroline was really into Lois Lane and Black Canary), skimmed over some other fandoms.
They did Top Gun, sexy firefighters and naughty police officers (totally used those handcuffs later).
It wasn't until their umpteenth Halloween together when they had sent Tate, their 6-year old son, trick-or-treating with his aunt Rebekah and uncle Enzo, treating themselves to a quiet night at home, that Caroline finally learnt the mystery of matching outfits.
They were sitting on the sofa, in front of the fireplace, Caroline's head rested in the crook of Klaus' neck, his fingers railing patterns along her curls, the habit he never got rid of.
"You know, you've never told me how you managed to guess all my costumes?" she asked curiously, her voice muffled as he hit a particularly sensitive spot on her head with his fingertips.
"Well, the first time was really just a coincidence. The rest…How do you think?"
"Rebekah?"
"No"
"Kol?"
"Missed again."
"Enzo."
"Yep," he chuckled, taking a look at her offended expression.
"That little traitor," Caroline drawled, half-amused, smacking him playfully across his chest, the move slowly turning into the caress.
"Come now, love, I prefer to peg him for our secret shipper," he planted a soothing kiss under her ear.
"We're a ship now, huh?" Scoffing, she slanted her leg across his lap, straddling him, her hands framing his face and fingers playing with his evening scruff.
"Yep, and it's one sailing for a lifetime," he said, looking at her adoringly as he tilted his head to kiss her palm.
"Oh god, you're so cheesy it hurts sometimes."
"And you love me anyway, sweetheart."
"I do," she whispered, then leaned into Klaus and kissed him hard, soon both of them immersed in each other's bodies, panting heavily, trick-or-treaters ringing the bell to their house forgotten and left with no sweets this particular year.
Please let me know what you thought, if you find time between carving pumpkins and Halloween parties, that is :)
Have a great time tonight,
MrsAgentCooper.
