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This is an (early) birthday drabble for Paula aka howeverlongs on tumblr, you should go check out her blog if you haven't already, lots of great klaroline stuff there!
This is part 2 of "The Heat of an Argument" (chapter 6) but it can be read as a stand-alone.
Nsfw. C'est la porn (at least to some extent).
Based on prompt from the lovely Tay:
kc + "you always like to make me embarrassed by leaning in too close or hitting on me, but i'm used to it now and one day i decided to retaliate i.e. hit on you" au (bonus for smut!)
"Are you ready to close them?" His raspy voice brushed against her ear, raising goosebumps all over her skin.
The court was back in session and so was Klaus, it seemed.
Which was highly unfortunate since she was about to deliver her closing statement to the jury and there she was, with her knees trembling and her panties damp.
Caroline should have known that when Klaus had offered his assistance to be her second counsel on this case, he'd had an ulterior motive.
Which was to make her die from unresolved sexual tension.
Ever since their last encounter in his office (what an understatement for him giving her the most intense orgasm of her life), Caroline had been set on avoiding him, having decided to shake off this strange connection that kept on pulling her into Klaus' orbit.
Unfortunately, it seemed the bite mark he had left on her shoulder that evening would fade sooner than their mutual attraction. To make matters worse, Klaus appeared to have changed tactics regarding his approach. Instead of annoying her on every possible occasion, he went out of his way to get near her any chance he got, leaning in just a tad too close to be appropriate, grazing her thigh under the table during meetings, whispering things he'd like to do to her in her ear.
And even if she'd got used to his flirting by now, it did not mean she was impervious to it. In fact, it became clear with this latest development, Klaus never failed to turn her on, no matter where they were.
It would probably be a lot easier to just give in to the temptation and…Klaus. At this point, Caroline was seriously contemplating what exactly had been stopping her from doing so. It's not like she hadn't already dipped her toes in the water - and what mind-melting experiences those had been. Sex was one thing though and whatever could bloom between them - it was too uncontrolled, too wild. Also, just because Klaus aspired to have them fuck on every surface of their law firm, did not mean he wanted to pursue any kind of relationship with her.
Which was fine in itself as with her busy work life, Caroline had done no-strings thing more than once. However, given they were name partners in one law firm, the stakes were higher than usual.
And Caroline wasn't sure she was ready to pay the price.
After delivering the most inspired and lively closing argument of her career, Caroline hurriedly parted with their client and dragged Klaus to the nearest empty courtroom.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she spat, jabbing her finger straight into his ribcage.
"I have no idea what you're raving on about, love," he spoke, feigning innocence.
As if he could've pulled that off.
But damn, those lips should be forbidden by law.
Pull it together, Forbes.
"Cut that crap, Mikaelson. Stop harassing me."
Smirking, Klaus lifted his hand and traced his fingertips along the line of her collarbone, making her shiver. "I think someone needs to refresh their memory. It's not harassment if you want me to touch you, sweetheart," he beamed.
"You're delusional," Caroline croaked, her throat suddenly dry.
"Am I?" He stepped closer. "Tell me, Caroline. Have you dreamed of me since that night at my office? Of how good it would feel to come on my fingers? Or with me buried deep inside of you?" His palm travelled down her chest, caressing the lines of her waist and then dipped low to the curve of her hip, slowly skimming lower. "If my hand was to creep up under this delightful skirt right now, would I find you dripping?" Fingers dancing along the hem, they wandered under the material, stroking the smooth skin of her thigh. "You want this, just as much as I do."
Her lips inching towards his, Caroline gripped his hand to guide it further up her skirt when all of a sudden, Klaus stepped back.
"Too bad you won't be getting it today," he crooned, turning back to the door and leaving her alone in the courtroom, speechless.
A week later…
Caroline grinned widely when Klaus almost tipped over his glass, just after her foot slid along the muscles of his calf. He murmured an apology and glared at her from across the table. Smiling innocently, she continued her conversation with Mason and Tyler Lockwood, prospective clients they were trying to close - while her toes slipped under his slacks and pressed to his skin there, massaging it gently.
Katherine had smirked knowingly when Klaus had insisted one name partner wouldn't be enough to land Lockwood Conglomerate, the newest business they were trying to poach and that he would be travelling with Caroline to assist her on that matter.
For the whole week since their courtroom confrontation - one that had inspired countless sex dreams and fantasies, leaving Caroline either extremely frustrated or at the mercy of her own fingers - Klaus had seemed determined to keep taunting her. He would send her messages detailing every dirty thing he would love to do with her, leaving Caroline hot and bothered at the most inconvenient times. When in the same room, he would behave overly tactile.
He would rest his hand on her lower back whenever they went to the meetings together. Press his thigh into hers while they were sitting on the couch in her office, working on the case together. Curl his skillful fingers into the loose strands of her hair when he was working out a way to solve an exceptionally complicated legal matter.
It seemed innocent enough, and yet, those little sensual gestures left her wanting so much more.
Damn her stupid hormones and his ridiculous attractiveness for transforming her into this quivering mess each time she was in his proximity.
So, naturally, once Klaus had so arrogantly invited himself to this business trip, Caroline decided that enough was enough.
It was revenge time.
Hence playing footsie under the table as Klaus was putting on his A game to convince the Lockwoods to switch the law firms.
Watching his fingers clutch the wine glass forcefully each her foot skimmed over his skin was extremely satisfying.
She had a vicious streak in her too, sue her.
As Caroline started working her charm on Tyler and Mason, her leg stretched to rest on Klaus' lap, toes curling to rub his groin. He nearly choked on his drink, coughing roughly and then shot her the dirtiest look he could afford in the present company.
"Is everything alright, Klaus?" she asked, raising her brow in a silent challenge.
"I'm fine," he remarked shortly, his eyes boring into her.
The tension between them grew so thick, you could cut it with a knife and Caroline was amused by the fact the Lockwoods seemed none the wiser. What amused her even more was the way Klaus gulped and then drained a glass of water when she brushed his hardening cock with her foot.
In truth, Caroline was very well aware she was playing with fire and yet, there was no way she would be stopping soon. Finally, she understood why Klaus appeared so keen on "raffling her perfect little feathers", as he once described it.
It was fun, to watch him unravel under her touch. It was also turning her on, the flames of arousal igniting her body.
Nevertheless, the negotiations carried on, both of them working together to get the Lockwoods to sign with their firm and by the end of the evening, they succeeded. Tyler didn't say as much, too busy flirting with Caroline (which she allowed, to some extent - it wouldn't hurt and once he was their client, she would have a perfect excuse to shoot him down) but she had been a lawyer long enough to know what hook, line and sinker looked like.
The hotel restaurant had emptied by the time they said their goodbyes, Caroline politely handing Tyler her card when he asked for her number, noting the way Klaus' jaw clenched at that.
Interesting.
They were on the way to their rooms, Klaus' hand settling on her back as per usual lately, when he suddenly steered her towards the coatroom. She gasped as he backed her to the door, his eyes intently raking over her dark blue dress, that had conservative neckline but still hugged her every curve.
"What the hell was that?" Klaus snapped.
"No idea what you're raving on about, love," she repeated his words from the week before, staring at him defiantly.
"No idea? Tell me, Caroline, what were you thinking while flirting with this bloody fool, Lockwood?"
"Seriously? I made sure you had a hard-on for the bigger part of dinner and you're mad over some harmless flirting?" she looked at him in disbelief, the storm in his eyes taking her in.
"I could hardly call it harmless. He was all over you." Klaus inched his head closer, his breath caressing her cheek as he spoke, "I had nothing against the footsie, love. It's another extremely fond memory I have to collect of you. Us."
"I had it under control. You didn't expect me to offend him when we were in the middle of business, did you?" she replied, choosing to ignore his latter statement. The warmth spreading through her body was harder to disregard, though.
"He's to be our client. The pup shouldn't have touched you," Klaus gritted his teeth, the wave of anger rolling off him. But there was a hint of something else in his undertone, something similar to…concern.
The thought had Caroline looking at him curiously. "Wait…are you…you're worried about me," she said, taken aback. "Or is it that you're just pettily jealous? Which you have no right to be, by the way."
The look he gave her shuttered her to the core.
Raw. Need. And. Tumult.
"Both," he whispered, eyes darting to the floor.
This kind of vulnerable honesty that Caroline had never seen in Klaus before managed to achieve what weeks of his teasing had not.
She gave in.
Cupping his cheek, her thumb slowly gliding across his stubble, she forced Klaus to look at her before launching herself into his chest and kissing him.
It started out slow, her tongue sliding over his crimson lips in purposeful languid strokes. His hand darted out to her hair, fingers sinking into the blonde curls, the other resting on her waist. He seemed to devour her with his mouth, thirsty for more. Their tongues clashed together as the kiss turned from gentle to wanton, Caroline's fingers gripping the lapels of his jacket.
They tore away from each other for a moment, gasping for air. Klaus nuzzled the crook of her neck, breathing in her scent. Honey and rich and so damn enticing.
"More," he croaked, teeth grazing the sweet curve of her shoulder, then pulling down the wide strap of her dress.
Heat burst in her whole body and Caroline was only able to hum in approval, attacking his lips again. They stumbled across the room, almost falling onto the empty rack as they struggled to get rid of their clothes. Finally, Klaus settled them against the dresser in the far corner of the room, his fingers fumbling with the zipper of her dress.
"Just pull it up," she chuckled into his mouth. She knew it was madness and the noises from the lobby reminded her they could be caught any minute - but it only added to the thrill.
"I want to touch these lovely breasts, love," he almost whined in response, sucking on the soft skin of her collarbone, marking her.
"Next time," she let out ruggedly while unbuckling his belt and yanking down his pants along with briefs. "I'm hot and horny and this is a very not private closet. I want you now," she added before falling to her knees.
"Caroline." A low moan tore from him when she started stroking his cock. "You don't play fair."
"I know my competition well," she teased before clasping her hand around the base, tracing the long throbbing vein with her fingertip. Pumping a few times, up and down, agonizingly slow, she revelled in the hoarse groans he was trying to stifle. She looked up at his face, holding his intense gaze while sliding her tongue over her lips seductively and then she dived forward, taking him into her warm mouth.
Klaus sank his fingers into her hair, tugging at it as Caroline sucked in forcefully, hollowing out her cheeks. She swirled her tongue around his tip, teeth gently grazing along the length of him, which made his weak in the knees. Breathing harshly, he bucked his hips, hitting the back of her mouth, Caroline's low hum reverberating against the sensitive veins of his cock.
"Fuck," he hissed, desperately gripping the dresser with one hand when she began fondling his balls, tension coiling in his lower abdomen.
He knew he wouldn't last long like this.
Tugging at her hair with more force, Klaus let out a long sigh as she released him from her mouth gradually, nipping at his skin in the process. He propped her up on her feet and hoisted onto the dresser, the swift move making her gasp. Slanting his lips over hers, he purred when he tasted himself on her, the saltiness of his arousal mixed with her unique sweet flavour.
After pulling up her dress, he spread her legs, positioning himself between them. Caroline scowled at him when he ripped away her panties, the flimsy material landing in his pocket. His hand wandered to her wet slit, fingers circling her entrance as he nibbled at the skin behind her ear, shivers rushing down her spine in response.
Klaus swallowed her cry when he pinched her clit, Caroline arching her back and rubbing her breasts against his chest, frustrated with the layers of clothes that were still between them.
"I need you. Now," she whined, palming his ass and pushing him closer to her pussy. "Fuck me good, Klaus. Fuck me hard."
Hearing her wanton words, he lost all control. Scooting her closer to the edge, he took his rock hard cock and moaned when he plunged into her in one slick move, her delicious warmth enveloping him.
"Look at me," Klaus managed to grunt, fixing his eyes on hers as he hooked her legs around his hips. The clunking sounds of the dresser filled the room when he started pounding into her in long deep thrusts, holding her gaze.
"Yes," she sobbed, nails digging into the material of the jacket on his back, her hips rocking in sync to take even more of him in.
They moved with increasing rush and whenever he hit that one particular spot, she would let out those little whimpers that drove him wild. Burying her head in the crook of his neck when it all became too much, Caroline bit his shoulder, branding him just like he had marked her weeks ago in his office.
Klaus changed the angle of his thrusts, fingers digging into the flesh of her thighs and Caroline purred against his skin in response. Feeling the burning sensation rise in his body, he breathed out in a raspy voice, "Come for me, Caroline."
Her breath hitched as he brushed her swollen clit with his thumb and soon, she was overwhelmed with the wave of pleasure, her walls clenching around his cock as he kept fucking her, riding out his orgasm.
They stayed like this for a moment, calming their ragged breathing and quivering bodies. Klaus tugged a loose curl behind her ear, looking at her cautiously, not knowing what reaction to expect.
Boring her eyes into him, Caroline said in her most serious tone, "I just have one question for you, counsel."
"Ask away, sweetheart."
"My room or yours?"
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