Notes: I'm still having trouble with the multi chapters! Here's a few more drabbles. Warning: ALL contain smut, so if you're not into that you should skip this chapter! Edits done pretty quickly, so I apologize for any mistakes. Enjoy, and I'd love to hear your thoughts!

give it to me anyway you can

(Prompt from mikaelsonsass: Klaus meets Caroline at her cheer competition and he fucks her on the mats when everyone leaves. Title from "Hey Mickey" by Tony Basil. Smut.)

"You should have texted me to meet you earlier, love. I suspect I would've enjoyed the show."

Caroline rolls her eyes, when the voice comes from behind her. Almost twenty years, with nothing between them but postcards and semi-annual phone calls, and he chose to open with snarky quips? Should she really have expected anything else?

She whirls, a hand on her hip, just in time to see his eyes dart up from the vicinity of her ass. Not that she blames him. Cheerleading uniforms have only gotten skimpier, in the years since her first go around in high school.

So she feels fully justified in the long slow perusal she gives him. He hasn't changed much. Dark jeans, long sleeved t-shirt, necklaces. He's perfected the 'I don't care about clothes' look. And she'd buy it, if not for how well the things he chose always fit him.

Klaus says nothing, lets her look her fill, until she meets his eyes, "Which is not to say I don't appreciate that little ensemble. Spandex is a marvelous invention."

Caroline crosses her arms, and cocks her head, giving him her very best, 'Seriously?' expression. She's not actually annoyed, the obvious lust in his gaze is welcome, because she'd invited him here for a very specific reason. He'd texted her two days ago, saying he had business in her city, and did she perhaps wish to join him for a drink? She'd only hesitated for a few moments before replying positively.

And her dreams had taken an interesting turn, that night. She only hoped Klaus was game to fulfill a very old fantasy. She's already ditched her spankies in anticipation.

Klaus merely grins, not the least bit fooled by her feigned offense, dimples flashing in a way that she's always found endearing, even when she thought him the worst kind of monster, Sorry, love," he apologizes, though he doesn't sound the least bit contrite, "I don't spend much time around high school girls anymore.

Caroline snorted at that, not bothering to point out that she was technically in college (again), "Unless you're eating them, I presume? And should I feel special, to have been an exception?"

"You were a great many exceptions, Caroline."

She sucks in a breath, shocked at the abrupt switch to sincerity, but his expression lightens, before she can think of a reply, "This," he gestured around them, to the scuffed floor and blue mats she'd been piling, "is not what I expected of you. Reliving your glory days?"

"Hardly. I just meant to get a more useful degree. Saw the girls practicing in the quad my first day. This squad was just so pathetic, I couldn't resist. I like to keep busy. Plus I snagged a scholarship. I'm still learning the ropes on the money management for your eternal life thing."

Klaus nods, accepting that, his eyes shifting to the small trophy that rests next to her bag, "I see you've whipped them into shape."

Caroline casts her own look back, far more disdainful at the paltry piece of plastic and wood, "Third place isn't exactly a stunning achievement. I hoping I get some decent freshmen next year. God, if only compulsion could give people actual talent."

"Mmm. Sadly that's beyond the scope of the ability. You could compel them to be more dedicated, perhaps? Practice harder, that sort of thing."

"Already tried," Caroline admits, "some people just don't have any rhythm. Besides if they practice long hours, I have to practice long hours."

"And you've better things to do, I presume? Is there a boyfriend lurking about?"

He doesn't even try for subtlety, and Caroline appreciates that. She'd lied to herself a lot, about Klaus, back in Mystic Falls. She's lived too much, found her peace with shades of grey, to do it anymore. "Would it matter?" she shoots back, arching a brow.

"Not in the least," Klaus replies.

Caroline lets a slow smirk cross her face, before she says, "Good." And then she's moving, utilizing her vampire speed and strength, grabbing him and twisting, flinging him back onto the mats behind her. He lets her, propping himself up on his elbows when she straddles his waist. His eyes widen, a predatory smirk sliding across his face, at seeing the pale blue lace between her thighs, "Correct me if I'm wrong sweetheart, but I do believe you're missing part of your uniform."

She pulls her hair from its ponytail, shakes it loose, flinging the elastic and ribbon behind her, "Speaking of my glory days, something interesting once happened, at a competition kind of like this one."

"Did it?" Klaus sits up, not touching her yet, but his nose grazes her neck.

"Mmm, you remember Elena? The whole humanity switch debacle when she became besties with your sister?"

When Klaus replies, his lips brush her skin, "Vaguely."

"Well she was chock full of advice. Some of it I'm taking now."

He pulls back, eyes curious, but Caroline leans in, brushing her lips against his, sliding a hand up his neck, to tip his head back and take the kiss deeper. His hands are on her, at the first stroke of her tongue against his, sliding up her back, left bare by the cropped top. She shivers when his fingertips glide down her stomach, tracing the v-cut of her skirt's waistband. He does it again, makes a pleased little hum into her mouth, when she moves closer, grinding against him.

"Far be it for me to credit the doppelganger with good ideas," Klaus begins.

"She'll never know," Caroline cuts him off, grasping the bottom of her top and jerking it, along with her sportsbra. It's not exactly graceful, the thing fits like a very thick second skin, but Klaus doesn't seem to mind, if the way she finds herself on her back, is anything to go by. Her arms are thrown over her head, the fabric still tangled around her forearms.

And then his lips have replaced his fingers, tracing her hipbones and the soft skin between them, his eyes dark and watching her hungrily, "And what was this advice, for my own edification?"

Klaus ducks lower, uses his thumbs to slide her skirt up, until it's bunched around her waist. He gets to his knees, and takes his shirt of, before lifting her leg and bending it at the knee. He rests a hand on her kneecap, sliding it down her thigh, watching her inquisitively. He toys with the edge of her underwear, before his hand retreats. "I'm waiting, love."

Caroline wants his hands back on her, so the words come out in a rush, "She said that I should turn it off too. So I wouldn't have to feel guilty. For the dirty thoughts I had about you."

Klaus looks smugly pleased about that, of course. But all he says is, "Ah."

"That's it? 'Ah?' No glee at hearing that I was actually attracted to you, way back then?"

Klaus chuckles, his head dipping suddenly, hands pulling her hips off the mat, to lick at her through the lace she's still wearing. Her back arches, breath leaving her in a gasp, but he's gone, far too quickly, easing her back down. Caroline groans in frustration, before she can stop herself.

"You're attraction was hardly a secret, Caroline. The way you looked at me, love. The way you smelled. The way you tensed when your skin brushed mine. You never fooled me."

She moves to untangle her arms, and sit up, but Klaus' voice, low and commanding stills her, "Leave them. I like you like this, Caroline. You look so lovely, your skin just beginning to flush pink. Now, tell me more about these dirty thoughts."

She swallows harshly, hesitates, and Klaus slides his hand up her leg again, close to where she wants him to touch her, but not close enough, "Shall I guess?" he murmurs. "Was it the uniform? My hands, tugging at your hair, while you kneel on these mats? Or perhaps shoving up the tiny skirt to take you against the wall? The school? Did you want to be bent over a desk? To come on my fingers underneath the bleachers? Is it the fact that I didn't lock the door? That anyone could walk in, and watch us?"

He presses his thumb to her, works her clit in slow circles, until she'd panting, the muscles in her thighs taut, "Which is it, Caroline? Or is it something else?"

"All of it," she hisses finally, "I imagined all of it. And more."

Klaus rips her underwear off, presses her thighs wide, and licks. Her fists clench in the fabric that still traps her hands. He holds her hips down, as he works her up, her body heats, and sweat gathers, leaving her skin slipping against the vinyl. His soft tongue is perfect, the occasional hard suction he applies maddening. He's making little noises of enjoyment, seemingly content to taste her for hours.

But Caroline doesn't have hours. She needs to come, the tension he's built driving her insane. She fights his grip, trying to move against his mouth, but he's stronger than she is. She looks down, pleas on the tip of her tongue, to find him watching her intently, his fangs out and eyes hybrid yellow. When she moans out, "Bite me," it hadn't really been intentional, but as soon as it's out, she wants it more than anything. He pauses, and she shakes her head, hair sticking to the back of her neck, "No, no. Don't stop. Bite me. Please."

"Caroline…" Klaus voice is low, raspy. And she sees him shudder, his eyes closing as he presses a kiss to her thigh.

He slides his fingers inside of her, as his fangs slide in, his thumb pressing down on her clit, and Caroline comes, his name a shout as her head digs into the mat. Her climax continues in waves as he drinks, her toes curling, as her entire body is wracked with pleasure.

He pulls away, and she relaxes back into the mat, drowsy and sated. There's a faint tingle in her thigh, and she knows it will soon build to excruciating pain, but she's not worried. Klaus has reared up, his hands unsteady as he pulls off his belt, shoving his jeans down. He tugs her hips into his lap, the head of his cock teasing her entrance, slowly sliding inside of her. She moans at the stretch, eyes drifting open to watch him. He's looking down, lips parted, watching himself enter her. Caroline moans again, wiggling her hips to encourage him to move faster.

And then his arm is under her back, scooping her up, and she's dropping down, taking him all in, and he's mumbling, "Fuck, Caroline," against her shoulder. She throws her head back, rubbing her nipples against him, their hips pressed together, looping her still bound arms around his neck. He tips his head back, and to the side, in invitation, and Caroline doesn't hesitate to take it. Her fangs dig in, her body grinding down, his hands clutching her ass and helping her move.

Klaus tastes just like she remembers, better than any other blood she's ever tried, and she takes greedy gulps of him, listening to his heart pound as his hands roam her skin, and his body moves against hers.

She's sure she takes more than she needs, but he lets her, and when she pulls back to look at him his features are tight with strain. A hand drifts down to her thigh, checking to make sure the bite's healed, drifting back up to toy with her clit when he's satisfied. Caroline begins to rock against him, planting her feet for leverage. It's only gentle for a moment, before their eyes catch and he's rearing up to meet her, tipping her back to bite and suck at her nipples, one arm keeping her anchored to him.

Her second climax builds, even quicker than the first, and soon she's spasming around his cock, knees gripping his hips tightly. He follows her, groaning her name around her breast, as he shakes until he's spent.

Klaus lowers her down, reaching up to tear her cheer top off, throwing the scraps away. Caroline stretches her arms out, and he presses a kiss between her breasts, "Well," Klaus asks, "can we chalk that up to a fantasy fulfilled?"

Caroline smiles up at him, runs a hand along his shoulder and grips his curls, pulling his mouth down to hers. She nips at his unfairly lush bottom lip, soothes the sting with the point of her tongue. He's still inside her, his cock hardening already. Caroline keeps her tone light, "One of them. I did always assume the mats would make certain positions easier on the knees…"

He flips her over before she can blink, and she widens her thighs, as he runs his palms down the outside of them, kneeling behind her, his hand stroking himself, "Oh, love. You shouldn't have said that."

Caroline tosses him a smirk, sinking to her elbows, and arching her back, relishing the groan he lets out, "Let's try the hair thing this time, alright?"

i'm burning for you

(Prompt from an Anon: hot firefighter AU where things get more than a little heated. Title from "Burnin' For You" by Blue Oyster Cult. Smut.)

Caroline can't decide if she wishes the striped boy shorts and threadbare tank she'd worn to bed were slightly nicer – because there are some seriously attractive firemen milling about her front lawn – or if she'd rather have been forced out of her house in one of the shapeless flannel things her grandma sends her every Christmas. Because at least than she'd be warm.

Wrapping her arms around herself, fighting shivers, she shoots another glare at her neighbor when he looks like he might head in her direction. He'd offered to keep her warm, in the sleaziest way imaginable, and if he tried it again she was going to knee him in the balls.

Probably not smart, when there were police in the vicinity. But it would maybe be worth it. Because her current predicament, standing on a curb, half naked, at 4 AM on a Wednesday in March, was all his fault.

She hadn't been able to overhear the conversation he'd had with the fireman who'd questioned him, but the fireman had looked pissed, and her neighbor had turned red as they'd spoken, his arms flailing wildly.

The idiot probably fell asleep with a candle burning or something equally boneheaded.

Caroline studies the duplex she lives in carefully. It looks okay, not that she's an expert. But the firetrucks had arrived really quickly, so she's crossing her fingers that she'll be able to sleep in her own bed tonight, or at the very least will be able to grab her phone and laptop and some clothes.

She's making contingency plans, lists in her head, when she's startled, by a weight draping around her shoulders. Caroline clutches the scratchy blanket instinctively, pulling it tighter around herself. When she turns around one of the firefighters is there, holding up his hands and rocking back a step, "Sorry, didn't meant to scare you."

The accent's a surprise and Caroline waves his apology away, "No, you're fine. Being woken up by a screeching fire alarm just makes me jumpy, I guess. Thanks. For the blanket."

"You're welcome. Now, I have good news and bad news for you. Which would you like first?"

"Bad news," Caroline says decisively. She's always been a rip the Band-Aid clean off kind of girl

"Very well. You're going to need to stay somewhere else, for a bit. A building inspection will need to be done, and there's some water damage to the walls of your kitchen. Several of your appliances will need to be replaced. Do you have insurance?"

Caroline nods immediately, because duh. She'd done a lot of research, before signing her first lease, back when she'd finished college. She's relieved that the bad news isn't worse, all things considered. Caroline wasn't much for cooking, so she could live with damage to her kitchen.

"Okay. Good news, please."

"The structure's been deemed stable enough for you to go in and gather some belongings. And, between you and me, I don't think the damage is too bad. Some new drywall, a bit or airing out, and it'll be good as new. Your neighbors not quite so lucky, but then he's…"

The fireman seems to check himself, closing his mouth with a snap, and offering her an apologetic smile. Caroline laughs softly, "You can say it. I won't tell. A douchebag? Or something more British?"

His smile widens, and he really is attractive. His face is smudged with soot, and it makes his eyes seem especially blue and she's pretty sure she's going to be having dirty dreams about his mouth tonight.

"You don't get along, then?"

Caroline glances over, sure her face clearly expresses just how much she is not a fan of the guy who shares several of her walls, "He plays his porn really loud. There's a lot of giggling, which creeps me out. And he's the worst parker I've ever seen."

The hot fireman opens his mouth to respond, but someone shouts, "Mikaelson! Quit flirting and get the girl in the house before she freezes."

He shoots a vicious glare at someone behind her, and Caroline bites her lip to hold in a smile. When he looks back at her his expression has softened, and he gestures for her to go ahead, "After you, sweetheart."

"It's Caroline," she tells him, waiting for him to fall into step with her, "can I get a first name, Mikaelson?"

He smirks at her, opening her front door, "It's Klaus."

"Klaus," she repeats, testing it out. "Can I check out the kitchen? Or are you in a hurry to get back?"

Klaus glances back out the door, where firemen are still packing up gear, and people who live on her street, who'd come out to gawk, are slowly dispersing, "A quick peek should be fine," he tells her. He walks a few paces behind her, as she heads to the back of the house, where the kitchen is located. He'd been right about the wall, it's covered in a huge water stain, and there are puddles of dirty water on the floor that she itches to clean up.

But she knows it's pointless, so she forces herself to take a deep breath, and leave the kitchen. But, when she turns on her heel, she bumps into Klaus. Her hands fly up, to catch herself, landing on his chest, and the blanket pools at her feet. He'd taken off his jacket, before coming over to her, and the navy t-shirt he wears is so ridiculously soft that Caroline can't help but rub her fingertips over it.

And she'd be lying if she claimed not to be taking the time to appreciate the firmness of his body under her hands at the same time.

When she glances up at him he looks amused, maybe a little flattered, and Caroline snatches her hands back, hastily stepping away. And, since this night really is not going her way, she promptly trips over the blanket she'd dropped. She's saved by Klaus' quick reflexes, his hands banding around her upper arms and hauling her back into him. His fingers loosen, but he doesn't let her go immediately, and she's sure his eyes drop to her mouth.

Well. Maybe there was some lemonade to be made here. She did buy one of those firemen calendars every year. For charity. And because she liked the suspenders. Why not see if Klaus really had been flirting with her? And if he'd be interested in doing more.

Pressed against Klaus, her breasts flattened against his chest, Caroline forces a laugh, just in case she's reading this wrong. It comes out a little breathy and strained, and she takes the opportunity to touch him again, but he doesn't seem to object, "Well, if I was going to fall and crack my head open, at least there are still paramedics outside."

He releases her slowly, his palms gliding down the length of her arms, and Caroline really kind of wants to lean back into him. She'll chalk it up to the stress of the situation, and the late hour, if he rejects her. Really, is it any wonder that she would kind of need a hug?

"I'd rather avoid such a thing, if you don't mind."

"Not a fan of paperwork?" she jokes.

"That, and it's a very pretty head." She glances away, thrilled that she hadn't been reading anything wrong. He bends to pick up the blanket, but Caroline doesn't take it. He raises an eyebrow, darting a pointed look down, "Take it love, you're obviously cold."

Caroline fights the urge to cover herself, because she'd just decided that getting Klaus the firefighter over her, under her, inside her, is just the thing that will make this night not a total loss. And once Caroline sets her mind to something, she rarely fails to make it happen. "So that guy outside was right?" she asks, "You are flirting with me?"

"Unprofessional, I know," he confesses, "But you're beautiful, and I couldn't resist."

Caroline can't help but roll her eyes, even as she blushes a little at the compliment, "I don't care about your firefighter ethics, or whatever. I'm fine, my stuff seems to be fine, and maybe I can talk the landlord into painting the kitchen a less hideous yellow."

"An optimist, are you?" he tucks a curl behind her ear, his fingertip brushing the shell gently, and Caroline fights a shiver that has nothing to do with the temperature.

"Little bit. It that a problem?" raising a challenging brow, she brushes past him, and mounts the stairs.

"Not at all," he assures her. Klaus is a few steps behind her and he clears his throat before he asks, "So if I were to ask for your number, perhaps ask you out to dinner…"

She lets the offer linger, until they get to the top, where she spins to face him, smirking down, "I'd say yes. But first, what time does your shift end?"

His eyes widen, but he looks intrigued, "8 AM. Why?"

Caroline shrugs, attempts to look innocent, "I'm going to find myself a hotel room, and then I'm going to take a personal day from work. Pretty sure I deserve it."

"Undoubtedly, love."

"But I'm afraid sleep will be tough. I'm so tense. I thought you might want to help me with that."

Klaus climbs the last few steps, but Caroline stays where she is. His hands reach out to rest on her hips, then slip under her tank, his skin hot on hers. He's close enough that all it would take is a tiny tilt of her head to kiss him.

He licks his lower lip, hesitating only a moment, before he murmurs, "I'd be delighted to assist."

Caroline grins, leans into him, presses her lips just beneath his ear when she whispers teasingly, "Do you think you could wear the uniform?" before she leaves his arms, swaying her hips more than strictly necessary.

His low laugh follows her into her bedroom.

He couldn't smuggle out the uniform, as it turned out. Not without alerting his supervisor, who was well aware of Klaus' single status, to the rule breaking that was about to occur.

Multiple times, if Caroline had anything to say about it. And there was always time later, to make that fantasy a reality, if dinner went well. Caroline had a strong suspicion that it would. They had insane chemistry, and had talked easily enough, as she'd gathered enough stuff to last a few days.

Klaus seemed to be on the same page, if the increasingly suggestive texts they'd been exchanging were anything to go by.

She'd just upped the stakes a little, sending him a picture. A side profile, of her in the shower, lather strategically placed.

She puts the phone down and rinses, waiting anxiously for his reply.

It doesn't take long.

Klaus:

[Wednesday 7:12 AM]

That's cruel, love. I'm still on the clock.

Caroline:

[Wednesday 7:14 AM]

Well your shift seems to have gotten boring. Just trying to help you make it through.

Klaus:

[Wednesday 7:15 AM]

Such a humanitarian.

Klaus:

[Wednesday 7:15 AM]

What's your room number?

Caroline:

[Wednesday 7:16 AM]

305. But I told the front desk that you're my boyfriend, so they'll have a key card for you.

Caroline:

[Wednesday 7:16 AM]

Because I'm not planning on putting clothes back on.

Klaus:

[Wednesday 7:17 AM]

Cruel. Once again. You realize I'm surrounded by about a dozen men, who will never let this go, should they notice my cock is hard right now?

Caroline:

[Wednesday 7:18 AM]

Poor you. Does it help that I'm planning on making it up to you?

Klaus:

[Wednesday 7:20 AM]

It might. Tell me more.

Caroline:

[Wednesday 7:21 AM]

I would. But I need to blow dry my hair. Moisturize. Girly things.

Klaus:

[Wednesday 7:22 AM]

Send pictures.

Caroline:

[Wednesday 7:23 AM]

Maybe. How long will it take you to get here?

Klaus:

[Wednesday 7:25 AM]

Twenty minutes? More if there's traffic.

Caroline:

[Wednesday 7:27 AM]

I hope not. If it's longer than twenty minutes I'm starting without you.

Klaus:

[Wednesday 7:27 AM]

I almost hope you do.

She sends him one last picture, at 7:58 AM. She sprawls on the bed, kicks the blankets down so they're bunched at the foot, before bending her knees and parting her legs, getting most of her body below the waist in the frame. She uses a filter, rationalizing that it's classier to send an almost crotch shot in black and white. But she likes the way it turns out. Her skin gleams, slick from the lotion she'd just applied and her burgundy painted nails are a dark contrast to her pale skin, where her hand rests, just covering the juncture of her thighs from his view.

Her phone chirps with a reply, almost immediately.

I'll be there soon.

She's set her phone alarm, for 8:20, and jumps when it goes off. Caroline strains her ears, but the hallway seems quiet. Checkout's not until 11, and the ease with which they'd booked her room probably meant the hotel wasn't exactly packed.

She's not sure if 'starting without him' had been a promise, or a threat, and she wavers over actually doing it.

But if she's honest, lying alone in the room, naked and waiting for Klaus, with nothing to do but spin day dreams, has already left her skin sensitive and core damp. And he'd seemed to like the idea, so what the hell? She piles the pillows behind her, and gets comfortable, before she licks her fingers, and begins rolling her nipple, her other hand drifting down to lightly stroke her stomach and thighs.

Caroline closes her eyes, and thinks about Klaus' hands, how they'd felt on her back, remembering the length of his fingers, imagining how they'll feel inside of her. She wonders if he'll talk, thinks about filthy words falling from his lips as his voice gets rougher with arousal.

She's so lost in the fantasies playing behind her eyelids, and the pleasure she's bringing herself, that she doesn't even notice the door open, Klaus curses, dropping the bag that he'd been carrying, and her eyes fly open to meet his, just as the door clicks shut behind him.

Caroline begins to pull her hands away, but he stops her, his, "Don't," nearly a growl. "Keep going," he urges her, shedding his jacket.

She nods, watching him undress, her eyes heavy lidded, letting her hand dip between her thighs finally. She strokes over her entrance a few times, under his avid gaze, before she sinks her index finger inside, lips parting around a whimper, as she lets her palm press against her clit. Klaus crawls up the bed, kicking off his pants, settling on his knees. He wraps his hands around her calves, widening her legs, "You're incredible, Caroline," he tells her, voice thick as he watches her, "So gorgeous. I need to touch you."

"Yes," she gasps, and that's all the encouragement he needs, before he's sinking a finger into her, right alongside hers. It's so much better that way, and she grinds down against his hand.

He starts a slow pace, thrusting and withdrawing, his index finger occasionally curling around hers, moving them together. She's propped up enough that she can look down, and the sight of their fingers, slick with her arousal, pushing into her body, gets her hotter, and she lets out a moan, her hips shifting restlessly. "Could you come like this, Caroline?" he asks, almost conversationally, and she finds herself shaking her head. Because it's good, great even, but not quite enough.

He makes a considering noise, "You need to tell me these things. Just until I know your body, what you like. And I plan to learn it all, love. I plan to spend hours, listening to you moan my name. What do you need?"

Caroline reaches down, wraps her fingers around two of his, and meets his eyes when she says, "More."

He gets it immediately, and the extra fullness of his thicker, rougher digits is perfect, and when he hooks his fingers, and rubs, his name spills out, almost a whine. She uses her slippery finger to circle her clit, her thighs shaking as they work together to get her off.

But she's always been a little greedy in bed, and she wants more, "Loose the boxers," she demands, pressing her lips together to stop from whimpering at the loss of him as he pulls away to comply. He stands, shucking them quickly. "You should probably get a condom," she tells him, and he darts to his bag to rifle through a side pocket before returning and moving to crawl back over her. He presses a kiss, to the top of her thigh, but she slides her hand into his hair, and urges him higher. He stops at her breasts, and she lets him for a bit, his lips and tongue working the tight peaks feeling too good to pass up. But she gets impatient, and tugs him upwards once more. He protests, her nipple falling from his mouth. "Later," she mumbles against his lips, before sealing hers over his. They kiss, rough and probably a little sloppy, but they're both too far gone to care. Caroline swipes a hand through her folds, before grasping his cock, right as she sucks on his tongue. He lets out a hoarse groan, his head dropping against her collarbone, as she strokes him, using her wetness to ease the way, before positioning him at her entrance.

With a tilt of her hips, and a thrust from him, he's inside of her. Caroline's back arches, head digging into the pillows behind her, as her knees crawl up his sides.

Klaus pants into her neck for a moment, before he pulls back, lifting onto his elbows, his hands cupping her shoulders, resting his forehead against hers, "I'm glad I responded to that call today, Caroline."

It's unexpected, and sweet, and she can't help but kiss him again. But her body needs more, and she clenches around him, tearing a moan from deep in his chest, "Me too, Klaus. But I need you to move."

He nods, pulling his cock from her, and they find a rhythm, their bodies working together in a push-pull that belies the fact that they were strangers yesterday. Neither is capable of articulate thought. He groans about how good she feels, she pleads for more. Before long the only thing Caroline can focus on is the tension pulling her body taut, and she pulls him closer, gasps, "I'm so close." Klaus moves faster in response, and she slides her hand between them, rubs her clit until the waves of pleasure break over her, and she's pressing her face into his neck to muffle her shout.

He gets a little rougher, an arm snaking under her hips, to pull her into his thrusts. But Caroline doesn't mind, his movements prolonging the ripples, until he comes with a shudder, collapsing onto her. She runs her hands over his back, and he makes a pleased hum, before rolling off of her and fumbling for tissues on the bedside table.

When he rolls back to her, having dealt with the condom, he lets his eyes rake her body, a gleam of hunger already there. "I don't have to work until Monday, love. What are the chances you can take more than one personal day?"

Caroline pretends to give it some thought, mentally high fiving herself for the fact that she's never taken one before, and so her boss won't even blink at the request to take two more, "I think that can be arranged. For my emotional trauma, or whatever," They share a smile, naughty and full of promise. Caroline pushes him onto his back, throwing a leg over his waist. His hands come up to run along her thighs, but she scoots down, laying a kiss on his chest. Than another, lower, "Besides," she says, pitching her voice low and sultry, as she darts her tongue out to taste his skin, "I think I said something about atoning for my teasing, didn't I?"

feel the chemicals burn

(A combo of two prompts – from klarolineforevermine: kc+ "We woke up in a dark room handcuffed to each other alrighty let's find a way out and try NOT to think about the handcuff thing." AU and from cupcakemolotov: KC + Post slaughter porn. Title from 'Bloodstream' by Ed Sheeran. Smut.)

Caroline awoke slowly, disoriented, with a splitting headache, feeling clammy and achy.

All clues that something was very, very wrong.

She tries to think back, but things are alarmingly fuzzy. She remembers saying goodnight to Bonnie and Matt, and walking back to her car, only slightly tipsy. The pain in her head can't be because she'd over imbibed. Hangovers happened occasionally, but they required a fair amount of effort, and Caroline had only had a half a bottle of wine, max. She's a vampire, capable of existing on blood and bourbon, according to Damon's example. A couple of glasses of Malbec with a steak was nothing.

Caroline forces her eyes open, examining her surroundings and fighting the urge to begin cursing. She smells old blood and wet dog, dirt and smoke. She's surrounded by stone, and the room's lit sparsely, light coming from a dozen or so candles, spaced along the walls.

Both of those things reeked of supernatural involvement. It was a long shot, but Caroline had kind of been hoping this was more benign, some random crazy managing to nab her with sheer, dumb luck. Had it been a regular ol' human psycho, who thought Caroline was easy prey, just a defenseless, pretty, girl, this whole thing could have been wrapped up easily. She was hungry, so she could have just eaten the gross perv and been on her way. Sustenance and a public service, wrapped in a pretty bow.

Closing her eyes again, pushing past the pounding in her head, Caroline focuses her senses. And notes, with a start, that she's not alone, that there's another heartbeat in the room. She sits up, her fangs dropping as she turns to face the possible threat. But she's met with no movement, defensive or otherwise, so Caroline relaxes slightly. Until she notes that there's a manacle, about two inches wide, wrapped around her wrist. She pulls at it, attempts to crush it, but doesn't even manage a dent.

She pokes at it, curious and uneasy, keeping a cautious eye on the still form of her fellow prisoner. The body, from what she can see, is most likely male. It's too dark to make out any defining features, without getting closer. She searches the cuff for a seam, but it's smooth the whole way around. Definitely magic. There's a thick loop, and a length of chain attached, and her fingers follow the links, nearly a foot, she thinks, noting the odd warmth of the metal, until she meets skin.

She snatches her hand back, because she has no idea if the unconscious person is friend or foe, human or vampire, or even if this is some nutty witch re-enacting Saw (in which case, sucks to be the other guy, because Caroline's finally finished her master's and she's got Europe on her mind). It's probably best if he keeps sleeping until she figures out a plan. She's never quite learned to play well with others, in that sense.

But, more information couldn't hurt. Maybe she knew this guy? God, she hoped it wasn't Matt. He'd been living free of supernatural shenanigans, and seemed happier for it.

Caroline got to her knees, careful not to jostle his arm, and creeps forward, squinting until she can make out his face.

And she promptly lets out a gasp, half shocked, half relieved, because she knows that face. She'd invited him to her graduation, but he hadn't replied, and she hadn't seen him at the ceremony. But, when facing unknown enemies, The Original Hybrid was kind of best case scenario for a teammate.

Not that she wasn't suspicious that they're current predicament was his fault. She'd stayed far away from vampires, witches (save Bonnie), and werewolves since leaving Mystic Falls. Caroline has continuously ignored Damon's calls, once it became clear that he considered her his lackey. He kept trying to send her off in search of witches to break Elena's curse, but Caroline had a life to lead. Last she'd heard Stefan was captaining that particular wild goose chase, while Damon stayed behind in Mystic Falls, guarding Elena's frozen form.

Caroline refused to feel guilty about not helping, gave regular pep talks to Bonnie, about how she shouldn't either. Elena had accepted her fate, would live a full life, eventually. Caroline wasn't willing to jeopardize Bonnie's just because the list of people who could stand Damon was pitifully short.

So yeah, the abduction was most likely one of Klaus' bajillion enemies attempting to get vengeance for some grievous crime Klaus had committed in the past. He always seemed to come out on top, in those situations, so Caroline was fully prepared to yell at him later, once they were safe.

He made a small, pained, noise, and his legs shifted. Caroline shuffled closer, heart thudding noisily in anticipation. They hadn't seen each other, since he'd left her in the woods behind the Salvatore Boarding House, though they'd spoken a few times. And she's definitely thought of what she'd say to him, rehearsed it even, but this scenario hadn't been something she'd considered.

She totally should have because magical handcuffs and enemies to destroy was exactly the type of weirdness Caroline's life often devolved into, no matter how complacent she'd grown these last few years.

Klaus does not wake gently, something she really should have thought about. She lets out a squeak of alarm, finding herself flat on her back, trapped underneath him, his forearm a heavy weight against her throat. His face is set in hard lines, veins out and double fangs bared, and Caroline's breathing accelerates, despite the fact that she doesn't fear him. His eyes blink in confusion. Once he recognizes her, the yellow bleeds away, and he sits up. Her arm is dragged with him, and it's then that he notices they're bound.

Caroline coughs once, and rubs her throat, and a fleeting look of guilt crosses Klaus' face, but he quickly looks away, his hands going to the cuffs. His face creases in confusion, and he seems to exert more effort, but the bindings will not budge for him either, even though she thinks he's exerting all of his considerable strength.

Ugh. Magic.

"Where are we?" he asks, tone clipped and business like. "How long was I unconscious?"

"Nice to see you too, Klaus," Caroline returns pointedly, "And I have no idea. I woke up approximately three minutes before you did, feeling like my skull had been crushed repeatedly."

He leans forward abruptly, and sniffing her neck, then down her arm, and Caroline squirms uncomfortably, "Alright, this is new. And weird."

Klaus pulls back, jaw set, "Wolves," he spits out. "The scent is all over you."

That was unsettling, but Caroline pushes it out of her mind, for now. She sits up, and Klaus moves back enough to allow it. He stands, offering her a hand, and pulling her up when she places her palm in his.

"Right," Klaus says, eyes scanning the room. She wonders if he can see more than she's able to, "we've got wolves and witches, and I'm certain there were several vampires, who attacked me last night."

"Great," Caroline groans, "does it make you feel special, all this interspecies cooperation, for the express purpose of taking you out?"

Klaus smirks, "It does, a bit. I do like to be feared. And, when this plan inevitably fails, it's always nice to have crossed some enemies off of my 'To Be Killed' list."

Caroline squints at him, wondering if she should even bother to ask, "Do you have an actual list? Is it laminated? Or do you use quill and parchment, for old time's sake?"

"It's more of a mental list, love," Klaus tells her, ignoring the jab about his ancientness, "Constantly changing as it is."

Caroline rolls her eyes, and turns to walk away, but she walks into a wall that doesn't exist, after taking a few steps, and feels as though she's being burned alive for a moment. She lets out a screech and a curse, stumbling back into Klaus, who wraps an arm around her waist to steady her. She sags against him, panting, as the pain slowly dissipates, "What the fuck was that?" she bites out, when she's able to stand again.

He's watching her sympathetically, though she can see the anger behind it. He takes a few steps away, in the opposite direction, an arm outstretched. Caroline follows cautiously, and she sees him stiffen abruptly, and shake out his hand, though he's far more stoic about the pain than she had been, "A boundary spell, I believe. They want me contained. Smart, strategically speaking," he muses, "though it does make me want to stretch out their deaths."

Caroline silently agrees, her nerves still stinging, she glances down at her shaking hands, and lets out another curse, "They took my ring," and her shoes, she realizes. Her free hand reaches up, noting that her earrings are gone too. She peers at Klaus, notes that he's in much the same state. His necklaces are absent, and she's rarely seen him without some sort of jacket.

"We'll get you another one," he promises, "The Bennett witch will surely make you one, if yours cannot be retrieved."

Caroline knows he's right, but cannot help but feel a little sad, at the idea that it's gone forever. It's been a part of her for so long.

"They were likely trying to prevent us from having any makeshift weapons at hand. It's what I would've done. My belt's missing, as is the button on my jeans."

Caroline's eyes drift downward, along the lines of his body, almost without her permission, but she shakes herself. Now's so not the time to dwell on anything like that.

But then a lightbulb goes off in her head, and she can't help the little crow of triumph she makes, plunging her hand into her bra. Klaus' eyes follow the movement, his eyebrows creeping up, but she quickly unearths the coins she'd stored in her bra earlier (because Matt always eats all of her gum, so she'd ducked into a store to grab some more on the way to dinner, having left her purse in the car). A smug grin crosses his face, as he sees the two quarters, a nickel and three pennies lying in her palm.

"Those will do nicely," Klaus says, taking them from her. "Let's do a little experiment." Klaus tosses one of the pennies, and they hear it hit the ground, well beyond the area they're spelled to stay in.

"So there's just some magic line of pain and death keeping us in?" Caroline asks.

"Yes. I suspect they took some blood, keyed the circle to us, specifically. I'm nearly certain it will fail, once the witch who made it dies."

"Nearly certain," Caroline mutters, not really liking the sound of that. At least she's supposed to drive Bonnie and Matt to the airport. If Caroline doesn't show there'll be a Bennett witch hot on her trail, so she supposes she can live with Klaus' suppositions. "And these?" Caroline hefts her wrists, shakes the chain that connects them.

"Might be trickier. Spells anchored to objects often persevere."

"That's just great," Caroline grouses, "so not how I anticipated experimenting with bondage."

Klaus face lights with interest, a wicked smile curving his lips, "Please elaborate, sweetheart. I'll take mental notes."

She shoots him a glare, but he is unrepentant, "Is this really the time for your weird attempts at flirting? Shouldn't we be plotting?" She's anxious, and she's sure he can feel it, as observant as he's always been. She's a little rusty, at life or death situations, after all.

Klaus' expression turns serious, "We'll get out of here, Caroline. I give you my word. But the plan is simple. I kill the witches, and then we fight our way out. The wolves should be no threat to you, this far away from the full moon. No vampire will come close enough to harm you."

It's practically a vow, and Caroline believes him. She takes a deep breath, trying to force her anxiety away. She knows it won't help her, in a fight. She needs to be calm, and focused.

Klaus' head cocks to the side, and his posture changes infinitesimally, and he pivots so they're side by side. "Someone's coming?" she asks, knowing his hearing is better than hers.

He nods, and Caroline tenses, feels her hands claw instinctively, though she doesn't allow her features to change. It will help, if they underestimate her, if the see a seventeen year old blonde, in a floral dress, rather than the monster that hides beneath.

Klaus presses his arm against hers briefly, and she's reassured by how steady he is, but he steps forward when they hear the creak of a door opening.

The room is lit, all at once, a wave of candles igniting, when the woman who enters first waves her arm. Caroline forces herself not to react, but the room is larger than she'd assumed, and is quickly filled. The witch, followed by an older woman, and then an assortment of people appearing to be in their twenties. Caroline keeps a count, tries to guess at species. There's subtle differences, in the way vampires and werewolves move, and she keeps an eye out for daylight rings. They surround her and Klaus, and the circle that Caroline can now see drawn on the floor.

Klaus chuckles suddenly, the sound so cold that Caroline can't help but glance at him. The older woman approaches. She's in her fifties, with dark skin and grey hair. She'd probably been beautiful once, but her face is twisted in hate, "Ah, a human," Klaus pronounces, "at the helm of all this? I'm almost impressed, Louise."

"You stole my daughter. Killed my family," she spits.

"You're daughter came to me willingly, in all sorts of ways," Klaus drawls. The woman rears back at the suggestion. "An ambitious girl, and I was quite fond of her. I didn't kill her. Nor did I kill your husband or son."

"Lies," the woman hisses, and nods to the witch.

Caroline's driven to her knees, lets out a cry as the witch attempts to make her brain explode. It's mercifully brief, and she gets to her feet shakily, shoving away Klaus' attempt to help her. She refuses to seem weak, and meets the woman's eyes head on.

"It would be best if you cease your attempts to cause Caroline pain," Klaus his voice low and promising a screaming death.

But Louise continues to stare at Caroline with interest, maybe a tinge of respect. "And that girl?" she asks, tone laced with contempt, "You seem to care for her, as much as a thing like you is capable of. What happens to her? She's another abomination, so perhaps the world will be better off, once you no longer have any use for her."

She makes another gesture, and Caroline grits her teeth and braces herself, put the pain never comes. The witch has crumpled to the floor, a stream of blood coming from between her eyes, and Klaus is rolling a coin over his knuckles, a grin on his face, as he addresses the room at large, "Seems your search of the lady was not quite so thorough. Probably for the best, as I would've made you eat your hands." His hand is a blur then, and five more bodies drop, coins embedded deep into skulls.

There's a long moment of stillness, as no one moves. And then Louise makes an anguished cry, and lunges at Caroline, a stake in her hand. Caroline doesn't even think about it, simply snaps the woman's wrist, before ripping out her throat. There's a disgusting gurgle, as her hands desperately try to stem the bleeding and she sinks to the floor.

Caroline has no time watch her die, as the room erupts, and several people rush them at once. Twelve people, she tells herself, as her fangs drop, after Klaus' kills. Four wolves and eight vampires, if Caroline's count is correct. The next few minutes are a blur. She throws a punch at the first wolf to reach her, feels the bones in his face break, knees him in the gut and he goes down. She stomps on his neck, easily snapping it.

Klaus is all around her, moving almost too fast for her to make out what he's doing, somehow managing to fight with one arm, leaving her to use the bound hand. She sees glimpses, his face set in concentration, the lithe way he moves, the force he's capable of wielding. He's successfully killing everything that gets close enough for him to grab, seemingly not hindered by the length of chain that connects them. Caroline's quickly slick with blood, and has to mind her feet, nimbly stepping over the bodies that have fallen. She uses her teeth, biting through a carotid, wiping her face before she whirls to face her next attacker, sees rage and teeth before she wrenches a blonde woman's neck.

There's a hand fisted in her hair, yanking her backwards, but it's gone before she can even cry out, and Klaus drops a heart at her feet.

She gives him a quick, grateful look, and he dispatches the last two of their captors, biting one, before breaking his neck, and removing the final vampire's head.

They're both quiet, for a long moment, the only sound is Caroline's harsh breaths, as she surveys the carnage. She waits, but feels no guilt, or remorse, like she maybe once would have. She's always been willing to kill to save her friends, has come to realize that she's has no less value. These people took her, would have hurt her, and killed her, all to get some revenge on Klaus, for actions that she had no knowledge or part in. She's fine with wearing their blood on her hands. Being collateral damage got old, and Caroline had been sick of it years ago.

"Alright, love?" Klaus asks, tugging gently at the chain that connects them.

"Yeah," Caroline manages, turning to look at him. It's possibly a bad idea, for several reasons.

She loves being a vampire, has accepted that about herself. But she's still mostly lived by human rules, fights her darker urges, sates certain needs with blood bags and food. She dates human boys, is mindful of her strength when they're in bed together. She's careful not to drink in their vicinity, or if she'll be seeing them within an hour or so. She'd never wanted to risk the bloodlust turn in to regular lust, as it is sometimes does, with someone delicate. But right now, adrenaline's pumping through her body, and Klaus is there, and he's definitely not a human boy. She can't break him, even if she tried. He's covered in blood, and watching her, hungry and covetous. It's a look that she dreams about, a look that wakes her up twisted in her sheets, with an ache between her thighs.

She thinks about fighting it, about closing her eyes and turning away. He won't make the first move, despite how tense and ready he is, the urges he must also feel. Klaus is a thousand years old, his control is unparalleled, and he's always waited for her cues.

But why should she fight it, fight herself? She graduated yesterday, completed the last of her human goals. Her parent's would be proud of her, but they're gone and she's got to start living for herself now. Maybe this is the first step.

So Caroline stops battling her instincts, steps into Klaus' body, and licks a trail of blood off his neck. His head tips back, and she hears him gasp. Caroline smirks against his skin, before she takes another taste, insanely pleased to have shocked him.

He recovers quickly, not that she would have expected anything less, and when he says, "Caroline," it's a warning, nearly a growl.

She assumes it means that she has a couple seconds to change her mind, but she's not going to. She wants him, wants his touch, wants all of his skin pressed to all of hers. She jumps up, wraps her legs around his waist, her free arm looping around his neck. Caroline tightens her thighs to grind herself against his hardening cock, murmurs, "Yes, Klaus?" teasingly, before licking up another trail of blood, this one leading to the corner of his mouth. She nips at his lower lip, sucks it into her mouth, moans at the taste of him, mixed with fresh blood.

There's a rush of air, and her back's pushed into a stone wall. He lifts her up higher, one hand on her ass, tears into her dress with his teeth, rips the center of her bra away shortly after. Then he's got his mouth on her nipple, his tongue laving the peak harshly. Caroline clutches at his hair, pushing his head down and arching into his mouth. Her other hand jerks uselessly, wanting to grab at him, wanting him closer, but she can't move it very far, attached as it is to the one he's supporting her with.

He lets her nipple fall from his mouth, drags his tongue up the slope of her breast, making an appreciative rumble, "I do like the taste of blood on your skin, love."

And then he's angling her head, sealing his mouth over hers, stroking her tongue, deep and fast and rough. She clings to him, trying to rock her hips, but he's got her legs spread over his waist, and no matter how hard she pushes she can get only the barest touch of friction where she wants it. It's driving her insane, and she barely notices the scrape of stone as she writhes, too focused on the way he's kneading her flesh. He keeps kissing her, pulling back to smile at her needy whimpers, before he kisses her again. She tears her mouth away, leaning her head against the wall, but his mouth trails down her throat, and when he scrapes his teeth over her collarbone she moans his name.

Maybe that was what he was waiting for, because he sets her down, dropping to his knees, holding her steady with a hand on her hip, He licks at a blood stain on just above her knee, and it makes her ache. He hums that noise, low in his throat again, rasps out, "Delicious," before he tears her dress the rest of the way down the middle.

The scraps of it float around her body, and he lifts her leg over his shoulder, he pauses runs his knuckle over the crotch of her panties. They're soaked in her arousal, clinging to her skin. He does it again, pressing near her clit, and Caroline bites he lip to keep from begging.

But he's watching her face, and makes a sound of disapproval, "Oh, no, sweetheart. None of that. I want to hear you. He curls a finger underneath the fabric, tugs gently, "Do you want these gone? Do you want my mouth, Caroline? My tongue where you're dripping? All you have to do is ask."

She nods quickly, the words sticking in her throat. Klaus shakes his head, leans forward, to kiss her stomach, licking along the line of her panties. She lets out a whimper, moves to shove them off herself, but he grabs her wrist, brings it to his face. He sucks her index finger into his mouth, swirls his tongue around it, and Caroline feels her knees start to shake. Is this what she's been missing, with those human boys? She's burning, in the best possible way, skin so sensitive that the lightest brush makes her gasp. Her core clenches at the feral look on Klaus' face, at his teeth scraping the pad of her finger.

She swallows, licks her dry lips, and he watches her intently, "Rip them," she manages to force out, "then taste me. Please, Klaus. I need…"

Whatever else is going to say is lost, coming out an unintelligible moan as Klaus' eyes glitter, in triumph and anticipation. Her underwear's gone, and he's teasing her clit, with the tip of his tongue. He's released her hand, and she reaches down to grab his shirt, tears it from his body. He groans, the vibration of it against her adding another ripple of sensation, and her leg on his shoulder pulls him in desperately.

She can't take much more, not as tightly wound as she is, and he seems to sense it, pushing two fingers inside of her, as he flicks her clit rapidly. He pulls back and she wants to sob, but he slides his hand, the one bound to hers, up her torso, to fondle a breast. Her hand follows suit, tugging at a tight peak, as she rolls her hips against his fingers. He sucks her clit into his mouth, pinching down on the nipple in his grasp, and all of Caroline's muscles lock as she's shoved over the edge into an orgasm that has her vision going fuzzy around the edges.

She rides it out, for long minutes, Klaus' fingers helping her along. When she blinks back to awareness, she's crumpled, sprawled boneless and sated across Klaus' lap. Klaus is rigid, underneath her and she can feel his cock, hard and ready behind the denim that still covers him. Caroline sits up, shakes her hair back from her face, and runs her fingers down the tight cords of his neck. Klaus' lips are parted, his eyes ringed in yellow. Caroline runs her nails down his back, and he shudders, a soft grunt falling from him, his hips jerking into her. It sends a new rush of interest through her and she shifts forward to rub her center across the bulge of his cock, her head falling back as she sighs with pleasure at the sparks of need it sends shooting up her spine. She pulls away, peeling off what remains of her clothes, before she lies down on the ground, parting her thighs, and pulling on the chain that connects them, in invitation.

That seems to be all Klaus needs, because his pants are off and he's on his knees, looming over her quickly.

He positions his cock at her entrance, before grasping her hips, and entering her in one smooth thrust that tears a gasp from her mouth at how amazing it feels. She reaches for him, pulls him down, and twines her legs around his hips.

He pins her trapped hand with his, next to her head, and the other wraps around her back. There's not a lot of finesse to what they're doing, she'd call it fucking, before she called it anything else, but Caroline loves it, all the same. Their bodies are slick, with blood and sweat. His pace is fast, harsh and snapping. Caroline's muscles clench at each retreat, trying to keep his body close, the fullness of him inside. She pants and moans, asks for more. He's quieter, his inhales ragged against her skin. Her nails dig into his back, the closer she gets to another orgasm, and the smell of fresh blood, of his blood, has her fangs popping out again.

The idea of biting him, of having him bite her, ramps her need up higher, and she grabs his hair, baring her neck and nudging his head there. Klaus takes her invitation, and his bite hurts, for a second, but the pain pushes her pleasure higher, and the moan he makes as he drinks from her makes her body throb. Klaus seems to know, must be able to feel her straining for release, so he angles just so, brushing her clit on the next few thrusts.

And then Caroline's screaming, her head thrown back as she shakes through a climax, even more intense than the last. Klaus's "Bite me," is hoarse and desperate, panted into her ear, and she does so mindlessly, sinking her fangs into his neck just as he pulses inside of her, his hips locked to hers.

She keeps going as he comes down, savoring his blood on her tongue, slowing when he rolls them. She lets go, licking the wound until it closes. Caroline stretches, feeling pleasantly spent, before she lays her head on his chest. He runs his fingers through her hair, gentle around the snags, and she closes her eyes and nuzzles his skin in contentment. She lets out a pleased sigh before speaking, "So, not really how I thought I'd celebrate my graduation, but I'm not really mad about it. I have no idea what I'm supposed to wear out of here, though."

Klaus' chest shakes, and he laughs softly, "I'm sure we can scrounge something up. In a few minutes."

"In a few minutes," Caroline agrees. But she looks up, to find him watching her, eyes soft and warm, and finds herself curious about something, "why didn't you tell me you were coming?"

He smiles, dimples coming out, "I thought I'd surprise you. I didn't know if you'd told your friends about our occasional chats. And I didn't particularly want to sit in awkward silence while the Bennett witch and Rebekah's quarterback fling fantasized about murdering me."

She can't really blame him, for thinking he's her dirty little secret, "I did tell them. They weren't happy, but I've come to realize that them being happy isn't more important than me being happy."

He looks pleased, maybe even a little proud, "I'm glad, Caroline." His hands drift lower on her back, his cock stirring beneath her, and nope, Caroline has to nip that in the bud.

"So what did you get me?" Caroline asks, sitting up a little higher. Klaus eyes drift down, to where her boobs are pressed against his chest but she snaps her fingers, "Hey, focus. Next time we have sex we will not be surrounded by dead bodies, okay?"

She expects some snarky comment about her use of 'next time' but Klaus surprises her, nodding, "You're right, love. I've already broken my promise to myself. I intended to ravage you slowly, soft touches of tongue and teeth until you're begging for my cock. A bed suits my purposes nicely."

She fights not to shiver at the lazy promise, at the images of him keeping it that flood her mind, but her body's heating and dampening, all the same. He smirks up at her, smug, and Caroline clears her throat, "Focus, Klaus. Present? I wouldn't say no to a plane ticket, assuming your evil empire can spare you, for a bit."

His eyes widen, and Caroline grins. Shocking Mr. My Backup Plans Have Backup Plans twice in under an hour? Felt pretty damn good.

"I don't know if I'm ready for last love, just yet," she continues, "You might have to wait a century or two. But maybe a summer fling? You want to convince me that you're the guy for the job?"

He rolls her beneath him again, sliding his lips over hers. She expects frantic, but he's slow and careful, coaxing her mouth into playing until she's breathless when he pulls back, "I don't know if a summer will be long enough," Klaus tells her, "I plan to be very convincing." His hand darts down, his thumb brushing her nipple.

"The timeline's flexible," Caroline murmurs, closing her eyes and shoving more of her breast into his hand. "When do we leave? I'm thinking Spain, by the way."

He continues touching her, and Caroline seriously reconsiders another round, right now, when Klaus' hands fall away. "Give me a week. I've got some loose ends to wrap up."

She cracks her eyes open to look at him, "Ah, yes. Tracking down anyone associated with this setup, I'm guessing?"

Klaus studies her face, expression guarded, "Do you have a problem with that?"

"No," Caroline says simply, and Klaus nods.

"Anyone who would use you to harm me must die, Caroline," he tells her. It's a statement, one she knows he won't budge on. "Can you handle that?"

"I can accept it. I'm not a big fan of being harmed."

"I think I'll send Rebekah after the wolves. They're a resilient bunch, and she does like to get creative with the torture."

Caroline rolls her eyes, shifting him off, "I haven't changed that much, Klaus. I've discovered a self-preserving streak. I don't want to listen to you wax poetic about torture techniques."

Klaus rolls to his feet, and she joins him, he cups her face, his blue eyes serious, "You're young still, Caroline. Who knows where your interests will lie, centuries from now? I'd be happy to help you discover anything your mind alights on."

He's sincere, and Caroline has one of those moments, where she'd struck anew by the idea of forever, at decades and centuries spanning before her. At Klaus' assurance that he'll still want to know her, with all those years under her belt. No one's ever found her that interesting, and it's always amazed her that he does. She shakes her wonder off, shoots him a smile, tries for casualness, "Stranger things have happened, I guess. Let's go loot some clothes and find a phone. Also get these stupid cuffs off."

Klaus smirks, let's her move things to lighter territory, dropping his tone suggestively, "Gladly. And then you can tell me more about your thoughts on bondage, hmm?"