AN: Thank you all for your wonderful response to the last chapter, I was simply amazed! Also, there were some anonymous requests for me to write part 2 of "When the Sun Has Set", so I'll reply here: Yes, I will absolutely write part 2, I have other projects I've committed to but I'll steadily write it this and next week :)

This one is based on a prompt from the amazing Sophia Chase:

Scientist Klaus Mikaelson and environmental lawyer Caroline Forbes find themselves stuck together in close quarters in Antarctica on assignment during a vicious snowstorm. What can they do to pass the time, besides arguing…


Being an environmental lawyer had always been a dream job for Caroline.

That was until she met one Klaus Mikaelson, a British scientist and the Royal Prick.

The Ultimate Bane of Her Existence also known as the Best Orgasm of Her Life.

In her line of work, Caroline had done some pretty crazy things. She had almost got herself chained to the tree while taking statements from the protesting activists. She may have ruined one or two pairs of perfectly fine heels before she learnt that wearing wellingtons to sample collection on contaminated fields was actually a pretty practical thing. Right now, working for the US Government, she'd got sent to research station on Antarctica. It was a new joint project ran by the States in cooperation with the United Kingdom, to study glacial movements and explore its effects on climate change.

The real challenge though, was working with Klaus I'll-annoy-your-panties-off-you Mikaelson.

Especially now that they had been stuck in their station (entirely too small for both Caroline and Klaus' ego) for the longest week of Caroline's life, due to the ongoing raging snowstorm. What was raging even more though, were her hormones, between only the two of them under lock on a limited space and the memories of the most delicious interlude they had shared few days prior to the snowstorm, carved deep in Caroline's mind...


Two weeks ago

They had been going at it for two straight hours now.

Pretty much since the meeting had started, Caroline and Klaus were at each others' throats, lost in discussion about the appropriate method for sample collection. The rest of the attendees kept quiet to avoid getting caught in the crossfire, although it was mostly unnecessary, with the two of them so engrossed in their fight, they didn't pay attention to anyone else.

Even now that the conference room had emptied good 20 minutes ago, they were still arguing, trying to make the other see their point of view.

"Look, Klaus, I'm saying this the nicest way possible but…you know nothing about this new regulations and the way you've been operating for the last few months cannot continue," Caroline said in exasperated tone. Seriously, what it would take for this guy to see anything beside the tip of his nose? The fact his tongue would slide along his oh-so-perfect crimson lips every now and then did her no favours, too.

Damn him for being both pig-headed and attractive.

"Sweetheart, I have two PhDs and years of experience. No one will tell me how to do my job, not even someone as lovely as you," Klaus' voice was slightly mocking as he took a few steps in her direction, his figure looming over her.

"Well, unless one of those is a law degree that provides you with knowledge on how to conduct research without provoking international incident, I most certainly will tell you how to do your job!" she poked his chiseled chest with her finger, making a point.

"How bossy. I love it," he whispered, his eyes darkening with lust as they darted to her luscious mouth.

"Be serious. Look, you just cannot do that! The treaty clearly states that all…" his lips landed on hers, interrupting the argument halfway.

One kiss turned into another, hot and fiery, teeth scraping and lips nibbling, his hands diving under her blouse, and then they pulled apart, flushed and gasping for air. Klaus was still unconsciously skimming his fingers along the bare skin of her back and Caroline looked up, her gaze heavy-lidded and full of lust. It was as if they were searching for something in each others' eyes, only for him to slant his lips over hers again a moment later.

She whimpered into his mouth, her arms locking around his neck, her chest crashing into his chiseled muscles. He cupped her ass, pressing her even more into him and then groaned as she rubbed against his growing erection.

To be honest, he was semi-hard from their argument already and her deft hands travelling down his back and then cupping him through his jeans weren't helping matters. All the pent-up tension broke out and they had no words left, pouring it all into their desire for each other.

Nibbling on his jaw, Caroline slowly pulled down his zipper and ran her hand along his length, her touch making him shudder with need. He swiftly pushed down her pants, his patience wearing thin and then his fingers found their way under her black lacy thong. He smirked, amused that she would wear such flimsy lingerie even at the South Pole, it was so…Caroline.
His amusement turned into satisfaction at her gasp when he flicked her clit, two fingers pushing into her wet pussy, her walls clenching around them forcefully.

"Need you…inside me. Now," Caroline whispered in hoarse voice, her lips sucking on his neck between words, which made him even harder, if it was possible.

Plopping her on the conference table, Klaus pulled her legs apart and pushed aside her panties, thrusting into her in one slick move. She hooked her legs around his back, feet digging into his ass as he moved inside of her. Their heavy breathing and panting filled the room, his lips nipping at her collarbone, the way his scruff grazed her skin making her nerve endings tingle.

She squeezed him with her inner muscles and he growled, almost losing it, biting slightly on the skin in the crook of her neck.

It was rough and fast, her back hitting the hard surface of the table, his guttural groans ringing in her ears.

He changed the angle, hitting just the right spot, eliciting a low moan from Caroline that he quickly swallowed with his lips, her back arching as she moved her hips frantically. He repeated the move, again and again, searching for release, her pussy throbbing and on the verge of orgasm. Fingers digging into her thighs, he plunged deep, again and again…


He was thinking about it. Again.

Which wasn't exactly a hardship (except that it was) but proved to be extremely distracting.

Klaus couldn't honestly say he was an environmentalist at heart. He was a scientist. One blessed with analytical mind and taking full advantage of it - evaluating outcomes, studying phenomena, nature…people. Their expressions, quirks, ambitions, what made them tick. He was all for exploring horizons, chasing after solutions and looking after answers, whatever the cost, really.

He had been at this station for a few good months, preparing, taking samples and analyzing. And then came Caroline Forbes, with her bossy yet chirpy attitude, with opinions and conditions, about to ruin all his hard work with all her international laws, EU's policies and Antarctic Treaty System.

He enjoyed observing her.

The way she would nip on her lower lip with her teeth when nervous. He adored how the shy Antarctic sun would play in her blonde curls. The only thing more radiant was her smile. And sometimes she would smile at him, subconsciously, before realizing that she was supposed to hate his guts.

The beauty she possessed ran so much deeper than her skin. Her beliefs, fierceness, unapologetic manner with which she stood up for what she believed in were admirable…fascinating, even if he kept arguing with her over them.

But he would gladly study the puzzle that was Caroline Forbes for a very long time.

The problem was, ever since their tryst in the conference room, Caroline had been doing her best to avoid him. As of few days ago, due to the snowstorm, she didn't have much choice in the matter. They had been cut off, the rest of their crew trapped in the sister station nearby. Although they had a good power source, they needed to save it. Spending hours or days in separate rooms was out of question - much to Caroline's chagrin and Klaus' delight.

After some logical persistence on Klaus' part, they had even started sharing one cabin at night - unfortunately, it was the one with two single beds, much to his disappointment. He decided to pick his battles, though.

Every single night they would lie in their beds, after hours of busying themselves with quarrels and research, the silence stretching between them filled with more tension each day.

They wouldn't last this way much longer, Klaus thought as he sat on his bed, waiting for his turn to shower.

Just then, Caroline emerged from the bathroom, clad only in a towel, drops of water still lingering on her skin, travelling down her long lean legs. He couldn't help the rush of excitement surging through him - she was exquisite.

"I forgot my PJs," she explained, blush slowly creeping on her face under his intense stare. "Could you stop looking at me like that?"

"Like what?" Klaus asked, feigning innocence and continued when she didn't answer. "Like I've seen you naked? You're set on denying the fact but I have and very much enjoyed it, I'm not going to forget that."

"Stop," she fixed her eyes on him, her stance fierce. Even in only a towel, clutching nervously on its edges, she looked regal.

"Why? Contrary to what you say, we have to talk about it sooner or later, Caroline." Standing up, he approached her in long strides, his eyes boring into hers. "Admit it, love, there is something between us."

Their faces were inches away - he could feel her breath on his neck and see freckles on her nose.

"No," Caroline whispered, lowering her gaze, her long eyelashes casting shadow on her cheeks.

"Why not?" He raised her chin, making her look at him.

She leaned into his touch, biting her lower lip as she searched for right words. Klaus loved when she did that, always wishing it was his teeth that did the biting. Finally, she answered, "It would be a disaster. We're too different. And we always fight."

"But you still love it," he said with smug conviction, brushing his nose against hers, satisfied after hearing her sharp intake of breath at his closeness.

"No, I don't," her lips lingered just inches from his mouth.

"Yes. You do," Caroline kissed him in response, leaning against him, the towel barely hanging between their bodies as she threw her arms around his neck.

Klaus deepened the kiss while lowering his hands to her ass, squeezing it roughly and making her whimper. She pushed him forward, loosing the towel in the process and he let out a low groan of satisfaction at the feel of her naked body pressed to his. Hitting the edge of bed with his legs, he sat on it as she playfully nudged him back, his eyes shamelessly raking over her glorious form before she straddled him.

"So how about that method change?" Caroline asked as she nipped at his jaw.

"Well, we can always negotiate, can't we, love?" Klaus chuckled lowly at her persistence, even in the position they were right now.

"Fine. But be prepared to lose, love." Undoing the buttons of his shirt, she wriggled against his pelvis, making him hard in seconds.

"I wouldn't exactly call that losing," he cooed in her ear, biting it teasingly as he flipped them over, her laughter filling the cabin.


What did you think of this one? I have to say, I just loved this prompt, it was so much fun to write!

Till next time ;)