Anonymous asked: Tiny drabble prompt - jealous Caroline, which maybe turns into a possessive Caroline and Klaus finds that maybe amusing or hot? I just love the idea of a jealous Caroline in juxtaposition to how indifferent she acted in all of the past seasons.

Hot fingertips dragged up the line of her abdomen, resting just below the curve of her breasts. She'd have jolted, but she knew those hands. Had been ignoring the burning of his gaze since she'd slipped back onto the dance floor, irritated. Klaus' breath was hot against her ear, and she shivered, the effect on her body unmistakeable without a bra.

"Caroline," he drawled, voice low and filled with gravel. Just her name, as his hand continued to skim the smooth, champagne silk of her dress. She huffed, turning to glance up at him from beneath her lashes. His eyes were dark, the faintest tinge of yellow on the edges the only true color.

"I don't like her." She didn't like the way the older vampire looked at him. Had touched him with familiarity. The way she'd dismissed Caroline, and had ignored Klaus' narrowed gaze. She wasn't worried that Klaus had any interest in the old acquaintance, but knowing didn't stop that surge of possessive jealousy.

The curve of his lips was possessive, hands trailing down her hips to strike the back of her thigh. "I'll eat her."

Caroline's lips curled in disgust, but she didn't move away from the press of his body. "I think she'd enjoy that."

Amusement rumbled in chest, and pulled her closer. Dipping his head, he ran his nose along the line of her neck, making an appreciative noise. A hot rasp of his tongue and she arched against him, nails biting into his ribs as her hands came up.

"You smell divine," Klaus rumbled. "Tell me, Caroline, are you wearing knickers?"

She rocked into him, swaying with the music. "No."

His head lifted and her thighs clenched at the look behind his eyes. Dipping his head, his lips brushing hers with each tantalizing word murmured. "Have I told you how much I like this look on you? All aroused and possessive?"

She scowled, cheeks warm, but his hand shifted beneath her dress, thumb stroking teasingly where she'd grown damp. Dancing always left her wanting to be touched, and Klaus could work her up just with the tone of his voice when he wanted to.

"Would you like to come just like this? My thumb working you, in the middle of this crowd? So that there is no mistake of where my interest lies? Perhaps you'll let me take you in one of the corners, after, so that your smell is all over me when I offer excuses?"

Caroline shuddered, hands tightening on his shirt as his thumb rotated in slow half-moons just above her clit. Panting, she pressed her breasts against his chest, his name a low gasp.

"Then later," he continued, voice soft and coaxing, the edge sending awareness down her spine as she rocked into his hand. "After I've left her in bloody pieces for displeasing you, I'll take you on your hands and knees, remind you why you're mine."

It was a struggle to string her words together as the tips of his fingers pushed inside her clenching walls. Breath hitching in her throat, she gasped out her reply. "Maybe I'll take you instead."

A hard press of his thumb against her clit, just as his fingers surged upwards and Caroline came with a short cry, body shuddering. Gaze hot, wolf clear in his eyes, Klaus brought his wet fingers to his mouth and blatantly sucked them clean.

"Oh, I hope you do."

livingdeadblondequeen asked: Prompt-'I thought they'd killed you, I lost my temper.'

Caroline froze, at the sight of what had once been her apartment. Exhausted, bloodstained, and so thirsty her gums ached, her eyes went wide at the destruction of what had been her home, just hours before. She'd known that the witches who'd left her badly beaten and staked were dead when the spells trapping her had disappeared.

Those witches were scattered across her apartment, limbs strewn across the carpet. There was a head on her counter. Someone had died, bent in half and shoved into her oven. It hadn't been turned on.

Entrails hung from her ceiling fan.

In the middle of it was Klaus. Klaus, who she hadn't seen since he stripped her naked in a forest. He was frozen as he stared at her, eyes hybrid yellow, so utterly motionless she'd have thought it a hallucination except he was covered in blood.

She'd have imagined him naked, first.

Her next breath was shaky. She'd been teetering on a lack of control before she'd walked into a slaughter, and her vampire crawled along her skin with need. She was hungry, high off her adrenaline rush home, and blood was everywhere.

"They said they'd killed you," Klaus said tightly, every part of him rigid with strain as he took the smallest of steps towards her. "Caroline."

Her control snapped, at that jerky motion. Part of her acknowledged this was a potentially bad idea, but as her legs curled around his hips, tongue licking a line up his blood stained throat, she didn't care. When his hands came up to palm her ass, she ground down as her fangs pierced his throat. She didn't mind when he ripped away her filthy jeans, or the sudden press of his cock, greedy for all the sensations she could get.

Tomorrow, he could tell her why he was there while helping her find a new apartment.

Tonight, she needed him to move.

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