AN: Because Caroline wearing Klaus' henleys is one of my favourite headcanons. This is short and fluffy.

Inspired by twitter talks with candicemorgan and lclrgsl.

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Having spent centuries roaming the Earth, one tends to accumulate quite the assemble of fortune and goods.

That matters very little however, if a man lives under one roof with the professional thief, a stunning, not-so-baby-anymore vampire.

Sifting through the depths of their joint walk-in closet, Klaus curses under his nose when he finds a big pile of nothing on his shelf.

"Caroline!"

There's a low angry grumble coming from the bedroom, the rustling of sheets and then there she is, leaning against the doorframe. And for a moment, the hybrid forgets the reason he called her for.

Almost a century together and the sight of Caroline Forbes, leisurely standing in nothing but his henley in front of him, still manages to knock the breath out of his lungs.

Always.

Her blonde curls are messy, still tousled from when he ran his fingers through them at night, buried deep inside her glorious body. Lids heavy from sleep (and they really didn't get that much sleep last night), she's rubbing her eyes looking entirely too adorable, with a little pout adorning her face, telling him exactly how unamused she is by being woken up at this ungodly hour.

"What is it, love?" she asks teasingly, fixing the sleeve that rolled down her shoulder, the shirt too large for her, covering her ass and resting in the middle of her thighs.

"It seems you've stolen the last of my clothes from me, sweetheart. And I have a meeting in French Quarter I need to attend," he drawls, his eyes roving over her form shamelessly, appreciatively.

Her mouth curve in a smirk and she licks her delicious lips as her own curious eyes wander over his naked chest.

Because they might have been together for decades but they never fail to see.

To crave, to need, to take and give in return.

She's a regal vision and even though he has seen her in the most luxurious garments over the years, haute-couture, lace, silk or leather, this is by far his most beloved sight.

Buried in his clothes, wearing his scent.

The wolf in him growls at the thought and it stirs something deep in him, possessive and primal. Because even now when Caroline is his, he can't help but be a greedy bastard that wants more.

He always, always itches for more of her. Needs more.

She's not a thing to possess though, she's a steel force to be reckoned with, wild and untamed and yet still, she belongs here, at his side, just like he belongs at hers.

She belongs in this worn out fabric, wrapped in his scent and Klaus can't help but watch with a satisfied grin how the material dances around her lean legs when she saunters over to him.

"Stolen? I have stolen nothing. What's mine is yours, isn't it what you always say, Klaus?" She looks at him coyly, her fingertips brushing across his chest and lower to his abs, his taut muscles flexing under her expert touch.

Dipping his head, he places quick feather-like kisses in the crook of her neck, relishing in the sweet and a little salty taste of her skin. Caroline preens under the caress, angling her body to allow him better access and the curls of her hair flick against his nose. The unique fragrance of honey, spice and lilies mingles with his own and hits his nostrils, making him thrive in the sensations.

He could stay like this forever, being the connoisseur of all things Caroline Forbes the biggest accomplishment of his thousand years long existence.

How he wishes he could ditch this meeting with witches now. But it's imperative for Caroline's safety and that's one thing he will never gamble on. "Of course it is, Caroline. Still, I do need something to wear," he murmurs into her skin.

"You have other clothes beside henleys, you know. Wear a shirt," she pouts, her fingers wandering absent-mindedly over his back now.

Klaus leans back and looks at her with those damn puppy eyes of his, earning a deep suffering sigh from the blonde, who takes a step away from their embrace.

She frowns, playing with the edges of the fabric as she contemplates whether to give it back or not. Suddenly, a devilish grin spreads over her features and her daring gaze meets his. "Well, if you insist, I guess you can have it back," Caroline taunts and Klaus gulps when she pulls the shirt over her head, sensually, tortuously slow. Standing bare before him, she hands it over to him, revelling in the way the hybrid seems to devour her form openly, caressing the soft lines and curves of her body with his eyes.

Turning back, she peeks at him from behind her shoulder and winks. "Good luck at your meeting then," she throws as she struts back to their bed, putting an extra sway to her hips.

All the blood has flowed to his aching cock by now and his breathing is ragged but somehow - and it's a bloody miracle, taking all the willpower he wields- somehow he manages to flash away from the house, throwing the discarded shirt over his head in the process.

Oh, how she will pay for this, Klaus muses as he rushes to the bar in French Quarter, just in time, too.

Before he enters though, he takes a moment to himself, breathing in the scent of Caroline that's now lingering on his clothes. He realizes she must have hogged this one for some time and the thought makes him smile.

What a clever devious thief she makes, the precious thought crosses his mind.

Almost drunk on the essence of honey and spice and lilies, he ponders that perhaps he won't kill all the witches here after all.


Hearing Klaus leave, Caroline gets out of bed and tiptoes to her secret stash. She can't help but smile smugly, recalling the hybrid's stupefied expression when she gave him his shirt back.

The smell has started to wear off from that one anyway.

Making plans to re-stock his wardrobe with some new henleys, Caroline puts on a dark grey one that she just snatched from his days ago. She knows she will pay for her little stunt once Klaus gets back but for now, the image of him, rock-hard and all worked-up on that meeting makes her giddy.

It doesn't hurt that his payback usually involves a lot of orgasms. Toe-curling ones.

Going back to bed, she sinks into the soft material, the earthy, slightly musky scent that it's giving off still rich. It envelops her and mixes with the fragrance of her own, creating the addictive blend that is all them.

Caroline and Klaus. Klaus and Caroline.

That's her favourite scent.


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Kate