Notes: So I had some prompts lingering in my inbox, asked for a few more. Was in a fluff writing mood so today became Laine's Day O'Fluff and I wrote 3 AU's. They're maybe a little rough but I hope still enjoyable!

we're better if we weather it

(From a-malcontenta-girl: "Caroline and Klaus are roommates and they can't stand each other. A night he finds Caroline terrified by the storm in his bed, he comforts her and she fall asleep in his arms." Title from "Stormy" by Hedley Rated K+.)

Caroline's just opening her door when another rumble of thunder booms, and she jumps. She wraps her arms around herself and squeezes her eyes shut, trying futilely to calm her racing heartbeat.

It's just a storm, she tells herself. You're inside. It can't hurt you.

But she needs to get out of her room. The big windows are usually a plus, letting in air and light. Tonight, not so much, the streaks of lighting that illuminate the night sky and her room every so often only serve to heighten Caroline's fear.

She's always been freaked out by storms. Her mom swears up and down that there's no childhood trauma behind it. And Caroline has no specific memories of one either. But she remembers crawling into bed with her parents, and then just her mom, until she was probably too old to do so. She remembers huddling on the floor of her closet as a teen, pillow wrapped around her head, the teddy bear, that she'd have denied still sleeping with, clutched tightly.

It had been easier in college, with a roommate around. And Caroline hadn't lived alone since then.

When she'd lived with Rebekah she'd usually just made an excuse to go into Rebekah's room, start chatting, and had usually ended up falling asleep. She'd been fairly certain Rebekah knew her true motives, smart enough to catch Caroline's occasional flinches. But Rebekah had always humored her, handing over an extra blanket and letting Caroline ramble on about whatever issue she'd invented.

But Rebekah had moved out a month ago, after falling hard and fast for Caroline's friend Enzo. And while Caroline had been happy for them, maybe a touch envious of their blissfully happy infatuation with each other, she'd also been kind of worried about covering the rent on her own.

A solution, in the form of Rebekah's older brother Klaus, had dropped into her lap.

He was moving to the city, needed a place ASAP, what's the worst thing that could happen, Caroline had thought. She was a people person, after all. Totally capable of getting along with just about anyone. That optimism had been crushed in less than 24 hours. Because Klaus Mikaelson, unfortunately, proved to be the exception.

He was a little messy, first of all. Which fine, Caroline tried not to judge (much). But would it kill him to keep it out of the common areas? And he had the nerve to whine when she broke a paint brush that had rolled onto the floor. If it was so expensive maybe he should be taking better care of it, hmm?

He also had a ridiculous sweet tooth and kept all manner of junk food in the kitchen. Seriously bad for her willpower. He bought the fancy stuff too, damn him.

They battled over the remote control, DVR space, proper room temperatures (she was always cold, he was always hot), bathroom counter space, her love of scented candles, his tendency to leave his clothes on the bathroom floor, which way the toilet paper roll should go (under, duh, Unless you were some kind of heathen). It was a never ending series of skirmishes and Caroline had stormed out of a room to avoid throwing something at his stupid, smug, overly attractive face, more than once.

He always seemed more amused, than anything. She was pretty sure he enjoyed riling her up. And worst of all Klaus was clearly something of an exhibitionist because they mostly had these fight while he was in his indoor uniform of basically nothing. It was like he was allergic to shirts, which was bad enough. But the pants also came off more often than not (though he justified it by saying it was the only way he could deal with the Mordor level of heat in the apartment).

Caroline's already made a note to buy him actual shorts for any upcoming gift giving holidays. It was very hard to successfully argue with someone while trying not to let your eyes evaluate the bulge in their boxer briefs. She was only human, after all. And going through a bit of a dry spell, sue her.

But it's the amusement that makes Caroline think that Klaus probably doesn't actually hate her. And that's the only thing that has her hesitating outside of his door, hand poised to knock. What's the worst that could happen? He'll make fun of her for being afraid of a little bad weather? He makes fun of her all the time (her taste in reality TV, love of historical romance novels, the methodical organization of the spices) and she brushes it off. He's the one who can't see the genius of Dance Moms and that's the real tragedy, in Caroline's opinion.

Another burst of thunder makes it feel like the whole buildings shaking. Caroline jumps again but knocks softly before she can stop herself. There's no answer and she shifts her weight around, wavering, before trying the doorknob. It turns easily in her hand and Caroline peeks into the room.

Klaus is asleep, facedown, and she's way jealous of his ability to ignore the commotion Mother Nature's making. She says a mental prayer that he's a heavy, heavy sleeper and tiptoes to the bed. In slow, careful, movements she eases the covers up and slips into the bed next to him. It's soft and it smells like him, and she's really going to have to ask him where he bought these sheets. Caroline relaxes slightly, feeling comforted, even though that's probably stupid.

It's just better not to be alone, she tells herself. Even if her company is Klaus.

She's just plumped the pillow under her head when her luck runs out and Klaus mumbles her name.

Caroline turns her head towards him, cringing internally.

Klaus clears his throat, his voice slightly less sleep raspy when he says, "Am I dreaming, love?"

Not what she'd expected him to say. Raising a brow Caroline can't help but ask, "Do you often dream of me crawling into your bed?"

"Sometimes. You're typically wearing quite a bit less so I assume that this is, in fact, reality, and I've just humiliated myself a bit."

Another angry growl of thunder, another involuntary clenching of every muscle in her body, prevents Caroline from replying. She's shut her eyes once again and when she opens them, she's expecting mockery. But there's none to be found on Klaus' face, his eyes are soft and compassionate, "Not a fan of inclement weather, then?" he asks lightly.

"No," Caroline admits, releasing a slow breath. "I never have been. It's stupid. I'm an adult and I should just get over it."

"It's nothing to be ashamed of, Caroline. Fear's not rational. I myself cannot stand the sight of centipedes. All the legs," Klaus finishes with a theatrical shudder and Caroline giggles softly. The small smile he shoots her tells Caroline that he's pleased he could distract her, and make her smile.

"Well, should one ever find its way into the apartment I'll kill it for you," Caroline offers.

"My hero."

The rain picks up, Caroline can hear it pelting against the windows, and she's thankful that the dark blinds in Klaus' room shield her from seeing much of the lightning strikes. She tries to take deep slow breaths, and pulls the blankets up higher. She's just contemplating pulling them all the way over her head when Klaus sighs loudly and says, "Come here."

She shoots him a confused glance, "Um, what?"

"You're shaking the bed, sweetheart. And I'd actually like to get back to sleep. I've an early meeting tomorrow. So, come here."

Caroline slides over a few inches, "Wait, you're not naked under there, are you?"

"No, I assure you I am decent enough."

Caroline pauses but then decides to continue. What's a little platonic snuggling between roommates, in the grand scheme of things? It's not like she can really get any more anxious. Klaus stretches an arm out and she settles into his shoulder, bringing her legs over to rest against his. She's not quite sure what to do with her hand and it hovers awkwardly in the air above them for a moment. Klaus laughs softly, she feels the vibration against her, and he gently pulls her arm across him. They shift together for a moment getting comfortable. She can feel his hand rubbing soft circles on her back, over her t-shirt, and lets out a contented hum.

Caroline, warm and cozy now, feels her eyes grow heavy. She thinks he's drifting off too, but before he does, "Hey, Klaus."

He makes a soft noise, and she assumes that means he's listening, "Thank you," Caroline whispers, "I know we're kind of Oscar and Felix and you could have kicked me out."

"You're welcome, love. And if you need this again, that's fine too. Let's talk about the rest tomorrow, yeah?"

"Yeah," Caroline agrees. And she falls asleep focusing on sound of his heartbeat, steady and strong in her ear, eventually blocking out the raging storm.

i'm bitchin, great hair

(Prompt from my-light-into-the-darkness: "Klaus as a high school student participating in a sports tournament in another school than his own and Caroline as a cheerleader of the team of his opponents." Title from Bring It On. Rated T.)

Caroline's smile was beginning to hurt.

The last place on the planet she wanted to be on was where she was right now. Friday night, an away game the next town over, cheering for the football team. The football team that happened to be captained by the guy who'd dumped her three days ago. In public. At school. Who even did that?

She's trying really hard not to think about the bus ride home. Maybe she could fake falling asleep? Or start her European History paper. Or else just sit next to Kat and have her verbally eviscerate anyone who came too close.

Not that Caroline was pissed about the break up, per se. Good riddance to selfish-in-sexual-areas douchebags. But he'd been sending her pitying looks all night and she was sick of it. She didn't need the pity of an asshole who had broken up with her because she didn't have enough time for his 'needs.' Which apparently included watching him play video games with his friends and helping with his Chemistry homework on demand. It had taken every ounce of finely honed Miss Mystic poise Caroline had not to laugh in Tyler's face.

She was busy, okay? Prom wasn't going to plan itself. If the sloppy toe touches the squad was doing tonight were any indication, the regional cheer trophy wasn't going magically appear in her hands either. Extracurricular activities were important, because not everyone had a rich dad ready to foot their college tuition.

Besides, she had all sorts of needs that she'd been taking care of on the regular without his assistance, and really, what was the point of a boyfriend who rarely reciprocated orgasms? She should have followed Kat's advice and dumped him the first time he'd rolled off of her, leaving her on the brink, and put his pants back on. It was just rude, in Caroline's opinion.

Expressions of sympathy about the breakup from the girls on the team had been squashed easily enough. Her friends knew her real thoughts about the matter and the rest were mildly to moderately terrified of her. Just how Caroline liked it.

Half-time was called and Caroline forced herself to tune everything out and focus on the other team AKA the competition. She can admit privately, however grudgingly, that they're pretty good. She's known the other cheer captain, Rebekah Mikaelson, since kinder ballet and the girl's got moves. She's also a huge bitch, but people in glass houses shouldn't throw stones, right?

The crowd hollers raucously when they're done and Caroline refuses to let that bother her, home field advantage being what it is. She puts her hands on her hips, turns the smile up a notch, ignoring the ache in her cheeks, and leads her squad out on to the field.

She's out in front, so she glances back at Katherine and Elena both of whom have strict instructions to make note of anything that needs to be worked on. She gets an eye roll from Kat and a nod from Elena but she knows they'll both come through.

She claps her hands and starts the first cheer, loving the eyes of the crowd on her. It's her favorite part of performing, always has been, even when she was just a little kid and ballet recitals were more enthusiasm than skill, and she'd just been inexpertly twirling in a pink tutu to a captive audience of parents.

She refuses to look at her team's bench, lest she catch any eye's she doesn't want to see, and have her buzz ruined. Caroline finds herself glancing towards the other team, to the other team's quarterback in particular.

He's watching them, watching her, if Caroline's not mistaken, raptly.

She averts her gaze, tries not to smile. Because she's known Klaus Mikaelson for just as long as she's known Rebekah. Their mom had often ended up dragging one or more of Rebekah's siblings to be reluctant spectators at their dance classes. Kol, Rebekah's twin and a year younger than Caroline, had always required copious amounts of sugar based bribes to be coaxed into sitting still for the duration of the lesson. Klaus, a year older than Caroline had always been willing to sit quietly with a pad of paper and a pack of colored pencils.

He's grown up nicely, that's for sure. She sneaks another peek at him, notes the flush of exertion high on his cheeks, his dark blonde curls tousled and damp.

He's wearing football pads, of course. But Caroline knows what's under them is pretty impressive, since she'd had all of him pressed up against her last summer at The Falls.

But this was so not the time to get lost in that particular memory.

She finishes the cheer on autopilot, ignores the questioning look Kat shoots her as they run off the field. She excuses herself to run to the water fountain, grabs a couple of the girl's bottles that need to be refilled.

They all fall from her grasp when a hand grabs her arm and pulls her into a doorway. Caroline's fight response kicks in, and she's just about to start throwing some elbows, taking a deep inhale in preparation to scream bloody murder, when the body that had accosted her moves away and a light flicks on.

She's momentarily relieved to see that it's just Klaus, and then she's annoyed, "Seriously? You scared the shit out of me. You're lucky this uniform doesn't have pockets or you'd be washing pepper spray out of your eyes right now."

Klaus eyes drop, taking in her bare midriff and the length of her legs. His tongue peeks out to run along his full lower lip and the corner of his mouth tilts up, "I would say that uniform is perfect, just as it is."

"Perv," Caroline grumbles, crossing her arms.

"I was sorry to hear about your recent break up, Caroline," Klaus looks down, but she's not fooled by fake sympathy.

"Oh really?" Caroline scoffs, and doesn't try to temper her disbelief.

"Okay fine, love. I was not sorry at all. I've always thought you could do quite a lot better."

"And you're the better I could be doing, I'm guessing?"

Klaus grins at her, amused, "While I wouldn't have phrased it quite so crudely, yes. That was what I was getting at."

Caroline considers him for a moment. Klaus has his hands clasped behind his back, and the slight shifting back and forth he's doing is the only hint he's giving off that he might be nervous. He's watching her expectantly, almost hopefully, "Why?"

Klaus blinks, like her question surprised him, "I fancy you. I thought I'd made that quite obvious."

"We got to second base against a tree when we were a little drunk, Klaus."

Klaus' eyes gleam and darken as he steps closer, "Oh, I remember that quite vividly. And the only reason I was drunk at all was because I was convinced that a little liquid courage would allow me to finally ask you out. I just overdid it. And then the scary Gilbert twin dragged you away before I could get your number. The next time I saw you were at the movies with Tyler draped all over you."

He seems sincere and Caroline figures, what the hell? She remembers his approach last summer. How they'd talked and laughed and edged closer together. How he'd taken her hand and drawn pictures on her palm with a calloused fingertip until her whole arm had tingled. She'd made the first move, tugging him closer by his shirt and whispering, 'Kiss me.' Klaus had done so eagerly, and expertly. She'd striped his shirt, run her hands all over him. Her bra had been discarded soon after and he had her shirt rucked up past her breasts by the time Kat had found them.

Kat had just been being a good friend but Caroline had been less than pleased at the interruption. In her dreams that night, and several nights after things had gone differently. Klaus had gotten her more worked up with his mouth on her nipple than a certain terrible ex-boyfriend could usually manage with his hand down her pants. Caroline figured she owed it to herself to figure out what else he could do for her. An evil thought occurs to her, "How would you like to give me a ride home tonight?"

"I would be delighted, love. Though should I be worried you're using me to make your ex jealous?"

Caroline notes the hint of vulnerability. Can't help but feel a little pleased by how genuine his affection seems to be, "No, not at all. I promise I wouldn't do that."

"Well, alright then. Would you like to stop and get something to eat?"

"Yes," Caroline replies. Then she steps into him and brushes her mouth over his, takes a tiny nip of his bottom lip. Klaus' hands fall to her hips, fingers tightening as she deepens the contact between their mouths, and he pulls her closer. They kiss briefly, just a teasing hint of tongue, before Caroline pulls back. "I'll see you after the game."

you're reassembled just like me

(Prompt from an Anon: An AU/AH drabble where Klaus and Caroline were high school sweethearts and are reunited at their 10th reunion. Fluffy or smutty or both. Title from "Reunion" by Stars. Smut.)

Checking her lipstick one last time, and it was just as perfect as it had been three minutes ago, Caroline steps back from the mirror, scoops up her clutch and heads downstairs. Her mother's on the couch, and turns to watch Caroline's descent.

Liz Forbes' eyes widen as Caroline walks into the living room, which Caroline takes as a good sign. She might have been planning this outfit for weeks, might have splurged a little on the dress (and the shoes…) but she'd figured clothing was armor. And going to her ten year high school reunion, in her small hometown, utterly single and childless, was going to be a battle.

Never mind that she was happy and successful. A good chunk of her high school classmates had settled back into the area and moved into cute little houses behind white picket fences. Caroline was braced for condescending remarks about how she wasn't getting any younger, and didn't she think it was time to settle down?

"You look beautiful, honey."

Caroline shoots her mom a grateful smile, leaning over to slip her heels on, "Thanks mom."

"I won't wait up for you."

Caroline rolls her eyes, has to laugh at how high-school this conversation is. In fact, she's pretty sure it's exactly the one they'd had before Prom. Her mom had been pretty lenient with curfews (more out of necessity, given the odd hours being Sheriff sometimes required). But Caroline had been thrilled when her mom had given her free reign after Prom. She and Klaus had made a brief appearance at an after party but ducked out, dug a blanket out of his trunk, and headed to 'their' spot in the woods. They'd drunk champagne out of plastic cups and talked about their favorite memories. They'd both felt the weight of the upcoming summer, their last together, and mentions of the future had been carefully avoided.

She hasn't spoken to him since they parted that August. She knows he's coming (through the magic of Facebook) and that's a big part of the reason there's a herd of mutant butterflies in her stomach right now. And probably a big part of the reason for the sleek, sexy black dress she'd chosen, and the obsessive fussing she'd done over her hair and makeup.

Because Caroline had loved Klaus, once upon a time. They'd been inseparable all throughout high school, and they'd given serious consideration to going to college together. But it hadn't worked out, in the end. Once the acceptances and rejections had been tallied one of them would have had to settle for a school that didn't quite fit. Caroline wouldn't have asked that of him, and she wouldn't be the girl who put her dreams on hold for a boy.

They'd talked and she'd cried. Klaus had tried to convince her that he'd be fine, following her to California, but she'd refused to let him even consider it. They'd had countless fights about it but, in the end, she'd refused to compromise and Klaus had reluctantly agreed. He'd left first, packed his things and driven out of Mystic Falls. He hadn't returned, as far as she knew.

Caroline had been a mess, that first night. Her mother had tried to soothe her with platitudes about puppy love, how this would all seem insignificant someday.

Caroline hadn't believed a word of it then. Wasn't sure if she believed it now.

Oh, she'd had boyfriends. A handful of not so great ones that she chalked up to lessons learned. But there had been a few in there, great guys, who she had loved. But she'd always felt like something was missing, that she couldn't be 100% herself with them. And when things had inevitably fizzled she'd been sad for days or weeks, indulged in a couple pints of Ben and Jerry's, maybe a little retail therapy. But she'd always moved on easily enough.

Which brought her back to Klaus.

Maybe it was terrible, but she really hoped he didn't bring a date.

Not that she was expecting a rom com moment, or anything. She was pretty much over the idea that a room could melt away when your eyes locked with a handsome man across it. But she just needed to see him. To figure out if the things she felt for him, that she'd never been able to entirely forget, were real or just her brain idealizing the memories.

And then she could either finally, finally, move on or resign herself to pining forever. Which was a depressing thought.

Wishing her mother a good night Caroline left the house, silently cursing that she hadn't thought to raid the liquor cabinet and fill up the flask she'd found in her closet.

Walking through the halls of Mystic Falls High was incredibly odd, to Klaus. He'd not been particularly fond of the high school experience and, had it not been for Caroline, he probably would have skipped the bulk of the dances and various traditions that he'd gone along with to make her smile.

But the halls seem smaller, the lockers lining them chipped and dingy.

There are people he vaguely recognizes, talking and gesturing animatedly in pairs and clumps leading to the doors to the gym. They cast him curious glances but he pays them no mind. There are only a handful of people he has any desire to see and none of them are out here.

Klaus hears the creaking of the doors he'd walked through moments ago opening, the sharp click of heels on the tile.

Someone exclaims, "Oh my god, Caroline Forbes! You look amazing!" and Klaus freezes.

Of all the people he might run into tonight Caroline was both the one he was most looking forward to seeing, and the one he was dreading. Because she'd broken his heart ten years ago. Klaus had resented her for a long time, refused to hear her name spoken by the people he'd kept in touch with (mostly just Stefan, but still). But he recognized, eventually, that she'd been right, to insist they not cling to their relationship at the expense of their futures. And he knows that he'd not been alone in his heartbreak.

And he's missed her. Still misses her, sometimes. He sees her in his paintings, knows Stefan and his siblings do too. Klaus is thankful that they don't bring it up, because how does one say they've never gotten over their first love without sounding utterly pathetic?

He hears her laugh and Klaus' breath catches. How many times had he waited for her, in this very hall, to finish up with cheerleading? She'd laughed exactly the same way when he'd teased her about how she'd ruled the squad with an iron fist.

His body's turning, almost without his brain's permission. She's speaking with a woman that Klaus thinks was a member of one or another of Caroline's committees. But he doesn't pay that other woman more than a moment of attention.

Because the compliment bestowed upon Caroline had been an understatement. Amazing wasn't a good enough word for how mind bendingly gorgeous she looked. As if sensing his gaze her eyes flick up and meet his. Her lips part in shock, for just a second, before she smiles at him, obviously thrilled at the news.

And Klaus knows that he's in trouble.

Her Facebook stalking had yielded enough pictures to tell her that Klaus hadn't gotten fat or bald. But the photos on her screen hadn't exactly done him justice. He's wearing blue, which she'd always kind of preferred. She'd dragged him around the mall more than once making wardrobe suggestions, though he had mostly remained committed to his blacks and greys.

Caroline had smiled at him without even thinking about it. The rest of the people milling in the hall might not have ceased to exist, but she no longer cares about their presence. She murmurs something she hopes is polite to April Young and steps around the other woman, walking in Klaus' direction as if she's being pulled.

He, on the other hand, seems rooted to the spot, though his eyes drift all over her, appreciation evident. Totally making the dent the dress had made on her credit card worth it.

When she's right in front of him, she feels tongue tied, and it takes a lot of willpower for her not to look at her feet. Speech seems to be slightly beyond her capabilities, however.

But Klaus manages it and the way he says, "Hello Caroline," is warm and fond.

"Klaus," she manages, with a nod.

They're silent, but he takes a tiny step closer, lifts his hand and takes hers, "You look ravishing in that dress, love."

Caroline knows she should say thank you, should maybe make a self-deprecating joke but instead what she blurts out is, "Do you want to get out of here?"

"Yes," Klaus agrees, when the words are only barely out of her mouth. And then he's laced their fingers together and is tugging her back down the hallway, towards the exit. She's sure their former classmates are murmuring about them, but Caroline can't find it in her to care. So she'd provided Mystic Falls with a killer piece of gossip, what did it matter? She's leaving on Sunday and by the time she's back for Thanksgiving some other scandal will be the talk of the town. Because hurrying alongside Klaus, trading giddy smiles, is exactly where Caroline wants to be.

He stops abruptly when they get outside, turns to Caroline and asks, "Did you drive?"

"Walked."

"In those heels?" Klaus asks, in surprise, nodding down at her feet.

She tosses her hair and shoots him a haughty look, "I live in New York now, Klaus. I do a lot of walking and I like pretty shoes that make my ass look amazing."

That's a new piece of information for Klaus. The New York part, not the ass part. A shocking, amazing bit of news considering the down payment he'd recently put down on a place in the very same city. Klaus reaches out and cups her cheek, and Caroline's eyes widen in wonder, "I thought you lived in San Francisco."

Her brows furrow, "I moved almost nine months ago. Got a promotion and a big fat raise. And Kat's there so I figured, why not?"

"Why not," Klaus echoes absently, before his hand sinks into her hair and his mouth covers hers. He swallows her shocked gasp and the little moan that follows as he licks into her mouth.

How he's missed the taste of her.

Caroline gets over any surprise quickly, one hand going around him, the other clutching his jacket. Both pulling him closer as they kiss, deep and frantic.

When they break apart she's gasping but Klaus moves his mouth to her throat. He finds he's not forgotten a single thing about the things she likes and pulls another little moan from her with a scrape of his teeth and a lave of his tongue. "This is crazy," Caroline pants, "It's been…"

"Nine years and about eight and a half months," Klaus says, resting his forehead against hers, "I've thought of you often, Caroline. More often than I would ever admit."

"Me too," she confesses quietly.

"And this feels right, doesn't it?"

Caroline nods against him, closes her eyes.

"And," Klaus continues, running a hand down her back, unable to stop touching her now that she's so close, "I've also recently decided a change of scenery was in order."

Caroline's eyes fly open and her lips part.

Klaus smirks at her shocked face, "So at the risk of being a completely sappy fool, will you have dinner with me next month, Caroline? You already live there and I'll be brand new so I'll trust you to show me your favorite places?"

Caroline's beaming even as she lets out a laugh, "I like it when you're a sappy fool."

"I remember."

"So of course I'll go to dinner with you." Her smile turns mischievous and he recognizes that look in her eyes. It makes his heart beat faster and sends a jolt of interest south to where he's already aroused, "But if you think I can wait that long to have you inside of me again you are completely mistaken. Where's your car?"

Klaus swallows harshly, "Are you sure, Caroline?"

"Yes," she says firmly, "a thousand percent sure that I want you."

That's all Klaus needs to hear.

Caroline feels like a teenager again, as they reach the car. Klaus fumbles for the key ring and the mechanical click seems loud in the dark. But then Klaus pushes her against the side of the vehicle, presses his hands on either side of her body. The way he looks at her is hungry, predatory, and she's reminded that they're not kids anymore.

They'd been each other's firsts, had learned together, sometimes awkward and fumbling, especially in the beginning. But with enthusiasm, and lots of practice (hormones really were a bitch), plus a little research (thankfully checking browser histories had been beyond her mother's technological abilities) they'd gotten pretty damn good at the whole sex thing.

But this feels different, in the best possible way.

Klaus' voice is low, seductive, his lips brushing under her ear sending shivers down her spine, "I should probably take you back to my hotel, love. Undress you slowly, touch you gently, watch you writhe for me. And I will. But I don't think I can wait that long. And I don't think you want to."

"I don't. I can't." God, the very thought of waiting is torture.

Klaus' hands drift down, past her hips and he tugs her slim skirt up slightly. His hand drifts up her inner thighs, his eyes watching her reactions avidly. Caroline moves her legs as far apart as she can in encouragement, sucks in a breath when he hooks a finger around her panties, the knuckle curling briefly near her clit. He tugs, and she shifts until they drop, but she barely notices because he's got a finger buried in her heat before they hit the ground. Her head tips back, his name coming out in a gasp as he grinds his palm against her, a pleased little hum rumbling out of him, "You have no idea what it does to me Caroline, to find that you want me as much as I want you."

His movements are slow, searching, and he completely avoids her clit. She'll never be able to come like this, as incredible as it feels. And she's pretty sure he knows that, and is doing it purposefully. So, to move things along, Caroline uses one hand, which had been uselessly scrabbling for purchase on the metal at her back, and cups him through his trousers. His groan is harsh and he shifts into her hand.

Caroline thinks she understands why he's been watching her so intently, the pleasure on his face, the clenching of his jaw, the fluttering of his lashes, from only her touch makes her feel powerful. And it makes her want more.

So she firms her grip on his cock, then grips his shirt and pulls, so he's flush against her, rubbing her body against his as she swivels her hips with the movements of the hand still stroking her center, "You said slow later, Klaus."

"I did," he agrees, his voice strained as her hand rubs him.

"Which means fast. Now. Get in the car."

Klaus quirks an eyebrow at the order but pulls back slightly. Caroline whimpers when his hand leaves her, and Caroline's knees grow weak when he sucks her wetness off of his finger.

"If I recall our youthful experiments," Klaus says roughly, "it'll be easier if you're on top."

"Yep. Now get in," she shoves him slightly, her impatience getting the best of her.

But Klaus merely laughs softly, climbing in and settling in the center of the backseat. He goes for his belt, still moving too slowly for her taste.

Caroline kicks off her shoes, and tosses them and her bag safely in the front seat. Getting into the SUV she kneels on the bench seat and shimmies her dress up, over her hips, before she throws a leg over Klaus' lap and drops her hands between them to hurry along the pants removal process. She gets his fly open, her hand in his boxer briefs, he lets out a strangled groan when she touches him, his movements growing harried as he rears up and shoves his clothing out of the way, "Condom?" he mutters.

"Pill," Caroline replies.

He grabs her hips, tries to pull her down, but Caroline resists, hovering over him. She unbuttons his shirt, rakes her nails down his chest. Klaus arches into her and when he says, "Caroline," he's nearly panting.

She reaches for his cock, situates him at her entrance. Klaus thrusts as she drops down and they both moan when he's all the way in. Caroline leans forward to kiss him again before she lifts herself up. They move together feverishly, Klaus wraps one arm around her, pulling her down into him. He nuzzles her neck, and pushes her back slightly, his free hand crawling up her torso to play with her still-covered breasts.

Her thighs are burning, trembling, and she brings a hand between them to touch herself. Klaus' whisper of, "Yes. Just like that," is nearly a hiss and she leans back enough to he can watch. It only takes a few tight circles of her index finger and the tension in her body snaps. Caroline slumps into him as she shakes through her orgasm. He follows after a few snaps of his hips, muffling a shout against her throat.

Caroline's still short of breath when she pulls back to look at him, "Let's not wait years to do that again, okay? Days. Maybe a week?"

Klaus smiles, draws her back down for another kiss that has her clinging to him, just a little, "I'd prefer hours to days, sweetheart."

"That can probably be arranged."

Klaus smile is brilliant and Caroline knows for sure. What she'd once felt for Klaus wasn't special because she was too young to know any better. It was special because of who he was, and who she was, and how they fit together. And she doesn't see herself ever getting over that.