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This starts with smut, ends with fluff, with some fun brotps in the middle. Nsfw.
The one where Caroline gets hot and dirty with her hybrid and then gets ready for a night out with her boys.
It's a standalone drabble but it's the same universe as "His Beloved Henley-Stealer" (chapter 43).
The mild sunshine of late afternoon caressed her face and hair, making her curls light up like a golden crown.
Quite fitting, if someone asked Klaus, since she was the Queen of New Orleans. His Queen.
Having just come back from his meetings, he stopped at the threshold of their bedroom and leaned against the doorframe, admiring the view that welcomed him.
Caroline was sprawled on their bed, face buried in the pillow. The covers had been thrown aside, her back bare for his eyes and his boxers resting low on her hips. His wolf growled at this, the sight of the blonde covered only in his underwear touching the most primal part of his nature.
She looked stunning, this baby vampire - although she would fiercely object to be still called as such, after over 50 years of blossoming in the supernatural world - who had taken over his life in ways Klaus would have never imagined allowing another person to invade.
But she was not just another woman.
She was Caroline.
His friend, his lover, his mate.
Normally, Klaus would be surprised to see Caroline in bed at this time of day but very soon he realized the reason for it. Since it was Thursday, she was getting her beauty-sleep (as she would call it) and gathering her strength for her outing later in the evening.
The realization made his wolf restless, given the fact her night out did not include him. The beast in him prickled at his skin, prompting him to act, to mark her and leave his scent on her skin.
Soundlessly, he ambled towards the bed, shedding his clothes on the way. He crawled up to her and covered the blonde vampire with his body. Caroline stirred, purring contentedly at the warm weight that closed around her. He brushed her tousled hair aside, revealing the creamy neck, and then rested his mouth just there, in the crook of it.
Caroline's scent hit his nostrils, making him hum in delight. His tongue darted out to skim over her skin in a languid caress, her body preening under his ministrations.
She tasted heavenly.
Klaus revelled in the savory blend of saltiness, honey and the unique flavor of Caroline herself. Peppering feather-light kisses along her spine, down to her shoulder blade, he slowly turned her onto her side, positioning himself behind her. Her skin was smooth and damp against his, the curves and valleys of her body calling for his touch.
"Hmm, Klaus," she sighed when his hand covered her breast, her back arching into him. Rolling her nipple between his fingers till it was hard, he sucked on the skin of her neck, shoulder, so eager to mark her; his other hand swiftly pulling down the boxers she had stolen from him. Caroline let out the most delectable little whimpers, running her foot along his calves and snuggling to him as close as possible.
They acted as if they were in heat, hungry for each other. The blonde reached out to his back, her nails digging into his firm arse. He hissed in response, bucking his hips, erection resting in the apex of her thighs. They were already drenched with arousal and he moved the tip of his cock over her folds, groaning at the incredible feeling of her sleek heat surrounding him.
His deft fingers wandered south, circling her clit teasingly, barely grazing over it. "Klaus," Caroline let out a frustrated huff.
"What do you need, love?" he asked innocently, nibbling on her ear.
"Fuck-," she moaned when he pinched her clit, "-me. Now! Klaus, please."
"Oh, I intend to do just that, sweetheart. But first, you will come on my fingers like a good girl you are," he murmured heatedly, his breath hot on the nape of her neck. The next moment, he sank two digits into her wet folds, making Caroline bit on her lip at the torturous friction.
She licked the iron taste of blood from her mouth, relishing in it. She could almost feel the lingering flavour specific to Klaus, it still flowed in her bloodstream since drinking from him just this morning.
He was delicious.
The wave of pleasure rushed over her and Caroline let herself get swept in the sensations. His bare chest molded to her back, all chiseled muscles and hot skin. Sharp fangs scraping her shoulder, his hard cock nestled between her folds. "Fuck...yes, more, Klaus," she rode his fingers, moaning loudly in satisfaction when he added the third one.
Klaus loved the frenzied whimpers escaping her mouth, all the frantic movements as she writhed beside him. She was stunning like this, flushed, focused on chasing her release, eyes glimmering with lust. Curling his fingers inside of her, he smirked at another cry she let out when he hit her sweet spot. "You should always wear just my boxers, love," he whispered while rubbing his thumb around her clit. "Just one quick pull and you're here, bare and lovely, ready for...me," he blurted out the last word after Caroline squeezed her thighs together, the pressure sending a jolt of pleasure through his body.
As she kept doing it, he murmured in a warning tone," Love."
"Fuck me, Klaus," the blonde bit out breathlessly, while rutting against his erection even more furiously.
"Come...first," he gritted out, using vamp speed to finger-fuck her harder, thumb pressing to her clit.
Caroline arched her back and stilled for a second before crying out his name. Well aware he couldn't take much more, Klaus slammed into her from behind while her pussy was still throbbing and oh-so-sensitive.
"Klaus!" A strangled moan died on her lips and then they were moving in abandon, her core clenched tightly around him, his hand pulling back her thigh to rest it on his. The angle made him go even deeper and they both knew they wouldn't last much longer.
Her hand darted out to palm his cheek and she motioned him towards her, angling her neck for Klaus to feast on. Wordlessly accepting the invitation, he bit her, sharp fangs piercing the delicate skin as he pounded into her.
Her potent blood overwhelmed his senses and Klaus could feel his body straining, on the brink of orgasm. And from the way her walls tightened around his cock, coaxing him even further inside, Caroline was close too.
Holding out his wrist for her to bite into, he sped up his thrusts. She mewled as she devoured his blood, a droplets trickling down her chin enticingly, her fangs buried in his flesh.
The feel of their blood flowing together in one bloodstream pushed them over the edge. They were a tangled mess of limbs on the bed, rushing after their climax together. Caroline clenched her jaw on his wrist at the same time her inner muscles trembled around his shaft, her toes curling at the intensity of her orgasm. Groaning into her neck at the tight hold she had him in, Klaus jerked his hips a few more times, spilling his release into her.
Breathing heavily, Caroline slumped in his embrace, licking off the blood around the already healing wound on Klaus' wrist. She hummed in bliss at the euphoric taste, her lips lovingly grazing the skin there, making the hybrid purr in her ear, "Caroline."
"Hmm," she couldn't gather much more of a response, feeling deliciously lax and sated. Klaus' hand rested on her bare stomach, fingertips gliding along her skin. She snuggled her head under his chin, preening under the soft touch. "You know, I need to take afternoon naps more often if that's the wake-up call I'm going to get," she finally said, amused.
"Well, love, it appears I need to rejoice in your presence while I can, before you abandon me this evening," he grumbled, a hint of pettiness colouring his voice.
Smirk spread over Caroline's face at his childish tone as she turned in his arms to face him. "Don't be a baby," she chided him playfully, planting a loud peck on his nose before she sprung out of bed with renewed energy.
Time to get ready for her Date Night.
Caroline loved her routines. People who knew her realized sooner or later, it was part of her personality, the perfectionist inside of her shining through.
That was true to a certain degree.
But more than that, Caroline found them reassuring. For however well she had grown into her vampire skin or however exhilarating life with the Original Hybrid had been, she took comfort in keeping that little human part of herself safely stashed.
Surprisingly, or perhaps not entirely so, a huge chunk of those routines involved Klaus.
Thus why, after their mind-blowing sex session, Caroline was purposefully flitting between the bedroom and the en-suite bathroom, getting ready for her night out, just like every other Thursday.
She could feel his eyes on her when she curled her hair, his gaze burning once she shed her robe and went on to pull on her lingerie. He was shamelessly sprawled on the bed, naked, not bothering to cover himself, arms under his head and a smug smile on his face. And it was so damn tempting to stop what she was doing and join him for yet another round but that would make her late.
Fighting the arousal coiling in her lower belly, she strutted to the en-suite with an extra sway to her hips. She took out Klaus' cologne from the cabinet, rubbing some of it on her wrists and behind her ears. Some might have considered it bizarre but Caroline loved the fragrance, and it smelled somewhat different on her skin.
She was slipping on her favourite ankle boots when he came up behind her on the bed, letting out a growl of satisfaction when he smelled his scent on her. "Sure you want to go out, sweetheart?" he started peppering kisses along her neck. "I reckon I'm able to provide you with entertainment far better than these fools," he continued, fingers trailing the path from her knee to the apex of her thighs.
His words made Caroline smile. Klaus' persistence in his attempts to deter her from going out was a part of their routine by now as well.
"Nope," she replied, playfully. Shooing away his wandering hands, she grabbed her clutch, a huge grin curving her blood red lips when she heard the commotion downstairs.
The pout on his face was adorable. "They're here. Bloody fantastic," he whined, not even trying to be quiet.
She just laughed in response, leaning over his body to plan a big smooch on his jaw. "It's just one night, love. Don't wait up and don't murder anyone!" she shot Klaus a glare before rushing out the door.
With a painful groan, he flung himself onto the bed, covering his eyes with his hands as if he was able to suffer from migraine.
He hated date nights.
"Caroline, darling, come down, the man of your life is here!" She could hear Kol's cheerful voice as she descended the stairs.
"Oh, Enzo's here?" she asked, batting her eyelashes at him, all innocence.
Clutching his heart, the younger Original looked at her, greatly offended. "You wound me, darling," he scowled.
"Your theatrics are in the full swing this evening, I see. Just peachy," Marcel groaned.
"It's called charisma, Marcel, though I suppose you wouldn't know," Kol jabbed back.
Just when Marcel was about to retort, Lucien chimed in, "Now, now, where are your manners? Our darling has been standing here for close to 5 minutes, looking like a goddess and neither of you bothered to notice." He rushed towards the blonde and offered his hand as she got down the last few steps. "Let's leave these fools and have fun on our own, what do you say, love?"
Caroline just rolled her eyes at their antics, well used to them by now.
Part of their charm, they all would say and surprisingly, it was true.
Except for the charm part.
"Well, I would say exactly how perfectly edible Caroline looks if I didn't know Nik is surely seething nearby with daggers close at hand," the Original sneered at the dark-haired man.
"I miss Enzo," Caroline sighed, smirking when she heard a loud huff coming from upstairs at her words.
Hooking his arm around hers, Lucien led them out of the mansion, with Kol and Marcel in tow, bickering. "I admit I do not envy the poor bloke. Cruising with Rebekah must be exhausting. Stuck on a yacht with no place to escape her whining."
"Bitter she wouldn't sleep with you, Luci?" Marcel taunted, causing Lucien to scrunch his nose in disgust at the nickname.
"Nah, I prefer the elder Mikaelson sister, if you must know."
Kol lived up a that, "Freya? What a scandal! Sadly for you, I know she very much prefers her dates to be a little more alive."
"Oh, worry not, my friend, I'm positive some parts of me spring to life at her sight just fine," the vampire turned around, wriggling brows at Kol suggestively.
"Ugh, really, Lucien?" It was Caroline's turn to show her distaste. "Seriously, you won't win her over with lines like that. I thought after 900 years you should know how to be smooth?"
Kol sneered at that, "Smooth? The cheap Casanova here? Not with my sister, he's not. It's embarrassing really, how the mighty have fallen."
"Yeah, because you know nothing about being smitten with the witch?" Marcel pitched in. "I recall that Caroline's friend with penchant for giving you aneurysms and each time she visits, you follow her like a lost puppy."
"How dare you?! I absolutely do not!"
Looking at him with a moderate pity, Caroline was just about to admit it was true and he did but before she could, Lucien joined in on teasing Kol and her companions fell into one of their usual squabbles.
She rolled her eyes at their ridiculousness, all of them hundreds years older than her and it meant nothing. Still, a gentle smile threatened to curl her lips.
She just loved date nights.
"...so Nik was two-timing this witch once and she didn't take it so well. Poor thing was delusional, had no idea my dear brother doesn't do commitment," Kol paused at the death stare Caroline sent his way. "Until he met you, my darling, naturally. The witch cursed him 'to bark like the dog he is', she put it, I believe. It was hilarious for some time, until he ripped out her tongue and killed her, of course."
They had gone to the new bar just outside of NOLA, a little dingy if someone asked her, but still, it had karaoke night going on and that would do the trick. The crowd consisted mostly of vampires and a few humans here and there, and it was loud, smoke-filled and hot.
Tequila was pouring left and right as they were sitting in the booth, the trio of vampires entertaining Caroline with stories of Klaus. Some of them she knew but still, a thousand years was hard to cover, even if you had spent decades together.
Plus, it was fun to hear the other side of events, not overshadowed by her hybrid's ego, all while she was waiting to kick some serious ass at karaoke.
As Kol finished his tale, Marcel let out an amused chuckle, diverting everyone's attention to him.
"What is it?" Caroline peered at him, curious.
"It just occurred to me how amusing it is that Klaus is probably wandering the mansion, seething in anger that we dared to take you out and half the time here you've spent grilling us for some stories on your boyfriend. If he only knew," he kept grinning, his sharp white teeth at full display.
"Well, it's better he doesn't, no need for him to be even more smug than he already is," Caroline scoffed.
"Aye, let's drink to that," Kol raised his glass and they all downed yet another shot.
She was pleasantly tipsy by now and was just about to pry for more, perhaps whether there was a portrait of long-haired Klaus anywhere, because she would so pay to see that.
It would have to wait, she realized, as the DJ chose this exact moment to announce the next performers. "And now, please welcome our next volunteers - Marceline aka Marcel and Caroline!" the man shouted from behind his table at the stage.
Lucien and Kol looked at the pair incredulously but the blonde chose to gracefully ignore it. "Ready to rock, Marcel?" she grinned at her karaoke partner.
"Always am, sweets, especially for you," he winked at her before hitting the stage.
A wave of yells and whistles resounded through the room and then the first tunes of the song Caroline had chosen started, causing Marcel to look at her with a mixed expression of amusement and disbelief.
Well then, he would follow the words of Cyndi Lauper and just have fun.
"Girls just wanna have fun? Marcellus, really?" Kol mocked, imitating Elijah's most judgemental tone.
Marcel just rolled his eyes in a very Caroline-like manner before retorting calmly, "I realize this may come as a foreign concept to you, Kol, but I'm comfortably secure with my masculinity."
"Do you two ever stop with the bickering?" Caroline chided them as she sauntered over to their booth and grabbed her glass. She was flushed after their performance with all the jumping she'd done on stage with Marcel, the enthusiastic cheers of the crowd still ringing in her ears. All the singing made her thirsty and not only for alcohol, if she were honest. She remembered the taste of Klaus' blood this afternoon and the thought made her salivate a little.
"No," they both responded at the same time, only to glare at each other.
"Well, at least you agree on something," Lucien chuckled.
Drowning the last of the booze at the table, the blonde decided to get another round herself and leave the boys to their verbal sparring. The bartender noticed her right away and fetched a few tequila bottles but as she was about to head back to their booth, a male arm closed around her waist in a strong hold.
"So much alcohol for a little girl like you? I guess I should join you for a drink?" A drunken voice slurred in her ear.
Using her enhanced senses, she focused on the man who had been giving her the unwanted attention and also, the major creeps.
Slower heartbeat. That specific scent. A considerable but not overwhelming strength.
A vampire. One around her age, perhaps a few years older.
She could take him if need be.
In the Quarter, no one ever dared to bother Caroline. The scent of Original Hybrid always clinging to her skin was enough to scare off any potential threats or lame pick-ups. This guy must have been either new to New Orleans or lacking self-preservation skills since he dared to manhandle her. He was still clutching her in a tight grasp despite her urgings to let her go or else. She was glad Klaus hadn't decided to show up and stalk her tonight, otherwise it could have ended in a bloodbath.
Then, the guy grabbed her ass and Caroline knew it would end in a bloodbath anyway.
Glancing back, she noticed Kol, Marcel and Lucien had already sped to the bar, observing how she would handle the situation. Damsel in distress she was not and they knew it - although they also knew Klaus would skin them alive if anything happened to her.
She tore herself away from the assailant but he was relentless and her resistance was only making him more aggressive. "Where do you think you're going, bitch?" he hissed in her ear.
If her murderous glare wasn't a warning enough for him, then he was indeed stupid. Polite smile etched on her face, she handed the bottles to Kol. "Hold them for me, will you?" she asked so that she wouldn't smash them over that jerk's head. Instead, she gripped his arms and kneed him in the groin, her vampire features in full display.
"Bitch! You will pay for this!" He growled, whooshing them away and pinning her to the wall in the far corner. His fangs elongated and he leaned towards her, clearly meaning to rip into her throat.
He never got the chance.
As Caroline dug a heel into his foot and pushed him away, a male arm dived into her offender's back and tore out his heart. It was Lucien's figure that emerged when the now dead body plopped onto the floor.
"I had it," she sneered.
"I know you did. But taking out the trash in an outfit like this? Atrocious," he eyed her Chanel leather pants and red silk top, Caroline scoffing at his response.
Before either of them had a chance to continue their little spat, another vampire rushed to Lucien, aiming a wooden chair leg at his heart.
It turned out that her assailant had even dumber friends. Half a bar of them, actually.
Caroline's gaze locked with Lucien's as he took out his attacker without breaking a sweat. Kol and Marcel joined them promptly, their faces and clothes bloodied. A crowd of two dozens of vampires or so surrounded them, silly little things, not aware of the age and strength they dared to challenge. Cocking her brow, Caroline sent her companions defying stare.
Seemed like she would have to get her clothes dirty after all, she quipped while knocking out the first guy to her left with a hard punch.
Nights in their city were never boring.
At 3 am in the morning, Klaus was perched up against the headboard and engrossed in sketching. His blonde would probably throw a little fit about him waiting up for her and his overprotectiveness but he was very well aware how she secretly enjoyed it. Biting his lip, he focused on his drawing and frowned, still not satisfied with the way he captured the lines of Caroline's eyes and that particular look of hunger and elation that had glimmered in them in the afternoon while she had drunk from him.
A distant sound of voices tore him away from his work, a crooked smile twisting his mouth as he heard a familiar mix of goodbyes, bickering and Kol's obnoxious jokes. A moment passed and the front door was pulled open with a creak, the faint smell of blood accompanying it putting the Original on alert.
Before he had a chance to rush to the door, Caroline had already vamp sped to their bedroom, opening them with a loud thud. His eyes widened at the sight of her, her attire bloodied and torn in some places, her boots hanging on her fingers as she leaned against the frame. Slowly, he calmed down as she appeared to be unharmed. The thought that none of them - not Kol, Marcel, or Lucien - would leave her at the mansion if she'd been hurt in any way was reassuring as well.
Nonetheless, he leapt to her in an instant, hands carefully wandering and checking every inch of her body, just to be sure.
"I'm fine, Klaus," she sighed, catching his hands and placing them on her hips, her head dipping down to the warm place in the crook of his neck. "You smell nice," she murmured into his skin, fingers delving under the fabric of his Henley.
Kissing her temple, he scooped her into his arms, "Let's get you to bed, sweetheart." She would tell him all about it tomorrow.
"But I want to have more fun!" she pouted adorably when he placed her gently on their bed, fumbling with her clothes and struggling to get out of them.
Messy hair, droplets of blood her and there, eyes still glinting with bloodlust - she looked exquisite, his Queen, regal in anything and everything she did.
Even if it included scattering each piece of her clothing around the room.
"Perhaps once you've had a good night's sleep, love?"
The suggestion made her glare at him, "Klaus! Have you seen this?" she pointed herself, now clad only in red racy lingerie. "I'm hot, high on blood and turned on. So do you want to fret over me or do you want to end this night with a bang?" Crawling to the edge of the bed on her knees, she hooked her arms around his neck.
"You're inebriated," Klaus stated, not without a hint of amusement.
"Perhaps a little tipsy, nothing more," she corrected, squinting at him funnily.
"If you say so, love."
"Oh, I'll prove it to you, mister." Pulling him onto the bed with her, Caroline flipped them over. "I want sex! Do dirty things to me," she demanded shamelessly while ripping away his shirt. Almost falling onto his chest, she went on to bite and lick at his shoulder.
Blood rushed through his veins and he could feel himself stirring at her ministrations. Still, he knew drunk Caroline and she would be fast asleep. Fingers sinking into her hair, he started massaging her head in a soothing motion. At the caress, she tucked her face into her favourite place right over his clavicle, breathing in his scent while his other hand kept stroking the smooth skin of her lower back.
Soon, the room filled with Caroline's steady breaths as she fell asleep, sprawled entirely over Klaus.
"Goodnight, my love," he whispered into her curls, the pleasant weight of her body on his the last thing on his mind as he succumbed to sleep as well.
And damn, the dirty things he did with her body in the morning?
Another reason Caroline loved Date Night.
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