Notes: More of the mini-ish drabbles from Tumblr! These ones are all canon adjacent using the vampire/hybrid/witch stuff. Enjoy and I'd love to hear your thoughts and which ones you liked best! The first 3 are SFW the 4th is maybe a teeny bit NSFW and the last one is definitely NSFW.

Send You The News

(Prompt: mini drabble prompt: Klaus & Caroline secretly write letters/emails to each other after 5x11. Title from "Your Ex-Lover Is Dead" by Stars. Rated T.)

Damon walking into her dorm room, without knocking, was an annoyance Caroline has (unfortunately) gotten used to. She's even come to find the happy little sigh Elena let out every single time a tiny bit cute.

Just kidding, it was totally icky and she didn't bother to hide her rolling eyes. Not that either of the lovebirds ever noticed.

Caroline barely looks up from the section she's highlighting in her Biochem text as Damon starts yapping, though she grimaces at the soft squishy noises of PDA float over. Seriously, Damon had a whole gigantic house a reasonable drive away. Did they have to get touchy feely in the room Elena shared?

She tunes them out until she hears the word mail.

Then Caroline's out of her seat, leaving her ergonomic chair spinning, and across the room at full vampire speed. She manages to snatch the pile of letters from Damon's hand before he can think to attempt to hold them out of her reach.

A good thing because she might have tried to draw a little blood before she could consider the consequences. Namely, ruining the rug and having to endure Elena pouting long after Damon healed from his minor injuries.

Both Elena and Damon are staring at her with curious eyes though there's something Caroline doesn't like in Damon's icy blue eyes. Something that tells her she's not going to like whatever it is he decides to say next. She looks down and rifles through the letters quickly, hoping for a decent distraction.

One that'll give her a window to slip one of the envelopes addressed to her, the one made of heavy cream colored paper, into her back pocket without anyone noticing. Or commenting.

Really, it's the commenting that's always the problem. Damon never knows when to keep his mouth shut. Particularly about things that are none of his business. Recognizing the familiar chicken scratch on one of the letters she holds it up, "Ooh, look! Something from Jer. Weren't you just saying it had been awhile, Elena?"

Elena hesitates, and Caroline prods a little harder, blinking innocently as she wiggles the letter, "Hey, it must be a good sign that he's writing right? Maybe he just got busy and that's the reason for the radio silence? I'm sure he's totally over that stoner phase and not bowing to peer pressure to suck back absinthe and psychedelics in the name of creativity."

A brief flash of horror crosses Elena's face and Caroline feels a momentary pang of guilt as she hands over the letter. Elena tears into it right away and begins scanning it, settling back onto her bed.

The guilt doesn't last long, however. Damon's still watching her, head tipped to the side, eyes narrowed shrewdly. He's assessing her, looking for a weakness and Caroline straightens her shoulders and meets his eyes steadily, refusing to act like she's done anything wrong.

They're just letters, entirely harmless, and they are hers.

If Damon of all people has a problem with who she's writing to he can shove it.

He smirks, eyes the stack in her hand and Caroline tenses. His drawls out the question, easing forward the tiniest bit. "New pen pal, Barbie? Anyone we know?"

She tracks his movements warily, "I wouldn't say new."

It's an honest statement because she'd written to Klaus less than six weeks after he'd walked away from Mystic Falls. They've been corresponding regularly ever since. Caroline had kept it friendly, not mentioned the whole sex marathon thing. At the time Caroline hadn't really been willing to examine the reasons why she'd decided to open up the lines of communication. She'd been fine when Klaus had been in New Orleans, busy with adjusting to school at the supernatural weirdness Whitmore hid. But then he'd shown up, disarmingly easy to talk to as always, poking and prodding and messing with her carefully ordered life. She'd thought she should have been relieved to see the back of him once he'd left, to know that he wouldn't be popping back up to throw her routines and plans out of whack, but that hadn't happened.

Several sleepless nights later she'd been forced to admit that relief wasn't at all what she'd felt.

Eventually, she'd worked up the courage to send him a letter. He'd casually mentioned that his address in New Orleans, the one she'd sent his graduation invite to, remained the same. In case she ever needed anything, he'd murmured, after brushing one last kiss over her cheek before he'd sped away.

Damon's expression turns knowing, "Ah. So an old pen pal, then?"

"Old enough," Caroline bites out.

He opens his mouth, a light to his eyes that Caroline really doesn't like, but Elena lets out a small distressed groan. Mutters something about questionable tattoos. Caroline glances over to find her still pouring over Jeremy's letter and Damon instantly turns to see what the problem was.

Caroline made a mental note to buy the kid a drink next time he made it home for the holidays.

She sorts the rest of the mail quickly, tossing everything addressed to Bonnie and Elena on their respective beds before picking up her purse and stuffing Klaus' letter along with the rest of the envelopes bearing her name into it. She makes her way to the door. "I gotta meet my History group," she tells them.

A lie, that meet up isn't for another two hours. but Caroline's banking on the fact that Elena never pays that much attention to Caroline's schedule.

Elena waves absently and Caroline's just about to breathe a sigh of relief. Unfortunately, she's not in the clear yet, "Your old friend planning on stopping by?" Damon calls out, just before she can escape. "It's almost summer break. Maybe he wants a distraction? To sample small town life?"

Caroline's smile is cold when she turns to face him, "I doubt it. But if he does I'll make sure to introduce you first thing. I'm sure he'll just love you."

Damon sobers, if only slightly, likely remembering just how big a fan of his Klaus isn't. "Maybe you should go to him, Barbie. Spread your wings."

Klaus has made a subtle suggestion or two along the same lines. Caroline would be lying if she'd claimed she hadn't considered it. "Maybe I will," she tells him, smile sweet and tone deceptively light. Elena's still lost in older sister fretting, no need to alarm her. "I've told him so much in my letters, but some things are just easier to say in person, you know? A girl just needs a hug after sharing all her deep, dark secrets."

Damon's smart enough to hear the subtle threat if the slight tremble of his hands is anything to go by. It doesn't hurt to give Damon a little taste of his own medicine, treat him to a little discomfort since he delights in doing the same to others. It's not a threat she ever really plans to make good on.

At least not while Elena's still ass backwards in love with the cretin.

Friends and Enemies

(Prompt: "How about one where Klaus introduces Caroline to Hope for the first time. Or a Hayley and Caroline bonding one and Klaus being creeped out about it lol!" This was written pre finale and was based on a set of spoilers that turned out to be false – namely that Bonnie would die and rule the realm she created and Damon would compel Elena and Stefan to forget the supernatural. Rated K+)

Caroline's only half paying attention to the contract in front of her – she and this witch have been going back and forth over her desired employment terms for weeks but it looks like they've finally come to an agreement – her hearing carefully tuned to what's going on around her. The twins are sprawled on a rug with Hope, deep in an intense game of Candyland (the Disney Princess edition). Josie tends to ascribe to a win at all costs mentality and has been known to be a little underhanded. Caroline might be able to relate (anyone who's ever played a board game with her knows she's a pro at trash talk) but she's trying to encourage a little sportsmanship while the girls are young enough for the lesson to stick.

If only because tiny tempers sometimes boiled over and became big magical accidents. Hope was a sweet kid but fairly new, through no fault of her own, to the whole socialization thing. Plus, none of her relatives were what could even charitably be called even tempered (save perhaps Freya – Klaus had explained the sister popping up from the dead situation but Caroline had only met her once in passing) or well-adjusted so the fact that Hope even tried to rein herself in was something of a miracle.

Nevertheless, the three of them had all sorts of power at their disposal and Caroline would rather not have her office bear the brunt of the damage they'd cause if a squabble escalated. Not when it had taken months to get everything renovated and just how she liked it.

The furnishings for the office wing had all come with the property and considering the property was Klaus' Caroline was sure the rug cost a pretty penny. The hardwood floors of her office were also original, and gorgeous once they'd been painstakingly restored, singeing them would be a crime.

She's also listening because she's expecting Klaus to show up sometime soon. She's got a pencil shoved into her hair, keeping it off her face, and that's not a look she wants him to see. She'd treated herself to a wardrobe upgrade when they'd first moved to New Orleans rationalizing that a move to a big city, finally, was the perfect occasion to update her style a little. Alaric had raised an eyebrow at the pile of bags he'd watched her unload from the car but had thankfully (and wisely) kept his mouth shut. She'd had a rationale all prepared – the climate was different – but she'd been glad it hadn't been necessary. Alaric could read her alarmingly well these days and she had no desire to examine the reasons why she'd been determined to look her best.

They'd slapped her in the face easily enough on the first day of the term in September.

Because while Klaus hadn't commented on her attire either the frank appreciation in his eyes as he'd taken in her sleek grey dress and black leather pumps that first morning had said volumes.

The answering twinge of satisfaction she'd felt had let Caroline know that all the claims she'd made about not wanting to consider a romantic relationship right now, that she was far too busy and still getting used to a whole new life to open up that can of worms, might have been more bluster than truth.

Klaus hadn't pressed the issue, not overtly anyway. He was, however, not above making the most of opportunities presented to him. Hope staying behind, in Caroline's care, for an hour or two after school let out was not uncommon. She was unsure of how much of the urgent business Klaus claimed to have was legitimate because he seemed to have no problem lingering over the dinner he usually brought with him, ostensibly as a token of his gratitude. Caroline was pretty sure he was systematically making his way through the best restaurants in New Orleans and that he was probably compelling or bribing some of them into providing kid friendly options but she wasn't going to complain.

He'd promised her food was one of New Orleans' best attributes, once upon a time, and he certainly hadn't been wrong about that.

She perks up when she hears footsteps though it's only for a moment. Then Caroline grows wary, tense.

That's not Klaus' tread, it's lighter and not as smooth. The gait does not belonging to any of Caroline's few friends and acquaintances. She pushes away from her desk, palming her silver letter opener as she rounds it, to stand between the door and the girls. The buildings the school operates on are all spelled. Each of the nine local covens had contributed and Caroline had asked Bonnie to do so as well on one of her visits.

Turns out that knowing an all-powerful badass witch who could pop between dimensions was super handy.

Someone with bad intentions shouldn't make it very far but Caroline knew that magic was rarely foolproof, and she'd been burned before. She keeps her posture relaxed so she doesn't alarm the kids (Lizzie's remarkably empathetic) but eyes the door suspiciously.

She's gotten her hands dirty to protect the girls before. She'd do it again in a heartbeat.

There's a brief knock before the doorknob turns and Caroline's momentarily relieved at the familiar head that pops through the door.

Only momentarily.

Caroline was a master grudge holder and Hayley Marshall wasn't currently one of her favorite people. Caroline could admit that it seemed as if she'd do anything for Hope, and she'd heard a few brief stories that made it seem like Hayley's life post Mystic Falls hadn't been a cake walk, but Caroline remains guarded.

A snapped neck and betrayal will do that to a girl.

Still, she could be polite. It was technically her job to make nice with her student's parents. She pastes on a smile and shifts to the side, tossing the letter opener back on the desk. Hayley watches her de-arm with a raised eyebrow, and maybe a brief flash of respect. "Hey. I guess you're on pickup duty?"

The girls have barely glanced up, too intent on their game.

Hayley takes a tentative step further in, "Yeah, Elijah texted me. He and Klaus are trying to collect Kol but not having a ton of luck. I'm clear on the details but I'm sure Klaus will fill you in. You guys have to talk about something when you have your casual dinners, right? I'm supposed to, 'Convey Niklaus' deepest apologies for his tardiness and thank Ms. Forbes for her understanding.'"

Caroline blinks for a moment, finds she wants to smile a bit at Hayley's deeply pompous inflection, "Uh, okay."

"I'd bet Klaus will make it up to you," Hayley says, a hint of a smirk on her lips. "That it would be his pleasure."

Yeah, Caroline was so not willing to go there. She missed quality girl talk but not that badly. "Well, he gave me a house to run the school in so I figure I'm the one who owes him."

Hayley's snort is incredulous, "Oh, please. He would have given you ten houses to get you here. He was pissy that you insisted on fixing up the outbuildings and living on the grounds instead of somewhere nicer and closer to the compound. He was a real bitch to live with that week, let me tell you."

They hear a tiny gasp and Caroline glances behind them. Lizzie and Josie are looking a little wide eyed. Hayley appears chagrined, "Whoops, sorry. Language."

Caroline waves that away, "Don't worry about it."

It seems like the game's been forgotten and Hope bounces to her feet, "Mom, hi!"

Hayley runs a hand through Hope's hair, her face softening, "Get your things, okay?"

Lizzie and Josie help and soon Hope's got her schoolbooks crammed into her backpack, shoes and jacket on. They're just beginning to say their goodbyes (drawn out since it was a weekend, basically forever to a pair of 5 year olds and a 7 year old) when Caroline hears the familiar noise that Bonnie makes when she propels herself through dimensions. It's sort of a weird cracking, and while Caroline's used to it, welcomes it even, Hayley goes rigid, shoving Hope behind her, her fangs dropping. Caroline throws herself in front of Hayley before she can think to lunge – Bonnie can take care of herself but Caroline doesn't want to clean up blood any more than she wants to deal with fire. "It's fine!" she rushes out, shoving Hayley back slightly. "You remember my friend Bonnie, right? She poofs in sometimes. It's a long story."

"Poofs?" Hayley asks, still eyeing Bonnie like she's a threat. "Since when do witches poof?"

"She's not just a witch. Not anymore. It's complicated but she's kind of like the devil? Only nice. Well, nice-ish.

"Thanks, Care," Bonnie says dryly.

Caroline ignores her, "And she doesn't eat souls. She brings them to her happy little paradise place totally toll free."

Hayley's obviously skeptical and Caroline can't really blame her. "Are you high?"

Caroline huffs out an offended breath, "Yeah, I get high in front of my children. That's how I roll. Doesn't Klaus tell you anything?"

Hayley shrugs, "We don't do heart to hearts."

Hope peeks out from behind Hayley's back, makes an annoyed face when she doesn't get far before Hayley blocks her, "It's true, Mom. Miss Bennett teaches us sometimes."

Josie and Lizzie have wandered over and wrapped themselves around Bonnie's legs, "Yeah, Aunt Bon's the best," Lizzie tells Hayley.

"You can ask Klaus," Caroline tells her. "Seriously. I've explained how everything went down."

"Have you?" Bonnie asks, sounding speculative, "What happened to, 'I'm not moving to New Orleans for Klaus?' Have you been taking long walks in the woods? Discussing the best methods of tree removal, maybe?"

Caroline glares, the innuendo not lost on her even if it probably is on everyone else in the room. She'd gotten a little drunk and a lot overshare-y once and Bonnie had never let her forget it. She waves her hands, nods over to her paper strewn desk, "Um, hello. Look around. I do plenty here that has nothing to do with Klaus. Wrangling three dozen kids of various supernatural backgrounds and half a dozen staff isn't easy, FYI."

"Mmm, yeah," Hayley interjects slyly, "You work very hard. Must be why Klaus takes it upon himself to bring you dinner every night."

"It's not every night," Caroline denies, wincing as her voice rises in pitch. That wasn't going to make them believe her.

Hayley glances over at Bonnie, "She won't agree to anything else. Klaus thinks he's being sneaky and getting around her refusal to date."

Bonnie's eyebrows have steadily crept up and Caroline knows she's got some explaining to do. Ugh, good thing it was Alaric's weekend to have the girls. She'd totally need booze to withstand this interrogation. "Thanks so much, Hayley," Caroline manages, her tone dripping with faux sweetness, "for all your help."

Hayley seems unbothered. "No problem. Klaus usually goes to the bar on Fridays, in case you were wondering. You know the one."

Caroline grits her teeth to refrain from spitting out that she had known that. Klaus had mentioned it, his not so innocent assertion that they stocked an excellent selection of champagnes less than subtle. Hayley ushers Hope out the door, the girl waving at the twins once more before she departs.

Caroline turns from Bonnie, knowing she can only stall so long, clapping her hands together, "Alright! Girls, put the game away, please. Make sure you get all the pieces because I am sure you'll want to play it this weekend."

The scurry to collect the various parts, stowing them carefully under Caroline's watchful gaze. "Do you have wine?" Bonnie asks lowly. "Because we're going to need it. I can poof somewhere and get some?"

"I do. And bourbon," Caroline answers. "But maybe get the things for cookie dough?" Sugar always made awkward conversations better, in her opinion.

"On it," Bonnie murmurs, and soon she's gone again.

The girls look up, faces etched in disappointment. Caroline smiles warmly, "Aunt Bonnie will be back in a bit, babies. You'll see her later, promise."

It would be a momentary distraction for Bonnie, Caroline knew, and she'd have all sorts of questions about Klaus and what Caroline was doing (or considering doing) about him.

Caroline wasn't sure that Bonnie would like the answers but that was okay. Caroline knew that Bonnie trusted her to make her own decisions, even if she thought they were mistakes. Bonnie hadn't been thrilled to go to Caroline's ill-fated wedding a few years back but in the end she'd shown up. It was just the two of them now, Stefan and Elena and Matt all living human lives, Damon in the wind and so many others long gone. They'd figure it out.

Back then Caroline had been clinging to her human dreams, had them in a death grip because she'd felt them slipping away. It's different now, she's different now, learning more and more about the supernatural world became a necessity when she and Alaric had opened the school and it's no longer foreign and scary but exciting, filled with possibilities and new experiences to be chased.

Possibilities had been what Klaus had offered her, years and years ago, and Caroline thought she might be nearly ready to explore a few of them.

Maybe she'd drag Bonnie out for drinks once Josie and Lizzie were safely with Alaric. And if they happened to run into some familiar faces what's the worst that could happen? Bonnie and Klaus were both pretty much un-killable and Klaus could afford to cover any and all property damage.

As long as it wasn't her office Caroline could deal.

Nothing But Blue Skies

(Prompt: "I really love all of the other relationships you develop for Caroline in that story as well, particularly the brotp with Kol! So as an idea for a drabble, would you be open to writing about an adventure or two that they go on?" Title from "Love Is A Place" by Metric. Rated K+)

She's talking – okay fine, flirting - with Klaus when the call comes in. Her phone's resting on the café table between them. It's a cute little French inspired place that served killer pastries, and she and Klaus end up here a couple times a week. Glancing at the number she recognizes the New Orleans area code but it's not a number she has programmed into her cell.

Klaus, however, recognizes it instantly.

"Why is Kol calling you?" he asks, curiosity and maybe a tinge of suspicion evident. She's not offended, has gleaned enough info on the Mikaelson family dynamics to realize that suspicion is Klaus' default setting where Kol's involved. And that Kol usually deserves it.

Caroline shrugs in response, clueless. She hasn't had more than half a dozen conversations with Kol since she'd moved to New Orleans and they mostly involved a battle of wills. He leers and tosses pervy innuendos about things she could do to help with Klaus' temper. She tries her very hardest to resist the urge to test the strength of her fist against his face. "I honestly have no idea. Should I answer it?"

Klaus appears weary but resigned, "Probably not."

She does it anyway. Sue her, she's curious.

"Caroline," Kol whines, immediately after she says hello. "I'm stuck."

Well, that was a weird opener. She exchanges a baffled look with Klaus who's listening intently. "Uh, I really have no idea how that concerns me."

Kol's sigh is loud, "Have you spoken to the lovely Miss Bennett lately?"

"Not since she emailed me last night. She's supposed to text me when she needs me to pick her up from the airport. Flights from where she was are apparently super wonky."

"Right, well from what I gathered she was early. Had a bit of a phone mishap. Stopped by the bar because she knows you come here often and your direction was stored in her malfunctioning phone. Technology. So touchy."

Caroline bounces in her seat, excited. She'd been looking forward to this visit for months. "Is Bonnie there? Let me talk to her."

"Focus on me, darling."

"Do I have to?"

Kol ignores her snark, "I happened to be here when she arrived, sought to reintroduce myself…" he trails off his voice pitched too innocent to be believable.

She' glances over at Klaus to find him more relaxed, an amused smile playing about his lips. She raises an eyebrow in question, "Kol's never been able to resist a pretty witch. And your friend's less susceptible to his charm than most, I'd wager."

Understatement.

"Wait, what do you mean, stuck?" Caroline asks, remembering Kol's initial words.

"It's not a complex word now, is it?"

She grinds her teeth together, a common response to Kol, "Well if it's so simple why are you calling little ol' me?"

He does a good approximation of contrition but lays it on way too thick. "Because you're the kindest of souls, the most benevolent of spirits."

Klaus laughs at that, loud and disbelieving, "He must be in quite a bind."

Kol's still talking, preventing her from doing much more than tossing Klaus an unimpressed glare. "…and I need you to sweet talk the little witch into releasing me. This stool is dreadfully uncomfortable. It'd be a shame if my posterior was permanently flattened, wouldn't it?"

"You're stuck to a stool?"

"A rickety one. And the bartender refuses to even serve me another drink. Says my tab is long overdue."

That she could believe. "I don't know Kol. Bonnie's stubborn. Maybe you should just call Freya?"

He groans, sounding miffed. "She was here. And is completely useless. Has clearly been learning family loyalty from Nik. She's playing darts with my tormentor as we speak. My own sister, honestly."

She glances over to find Klaus had pulled his phone out and is tapping away at the screen. She's a little dubious herself, Freya was nothing but loyal from what Caroline had observed, it had been a little intimidating when they'd first been introduced and she'd informed Caroline that she'd once seen her in Klaus' mind.

Come to think of it, he'd still never explained what that was about.

She's distracted by Klaus letting out another sound of amusement, "I think you'd best leave him there to stew for a bit, love. I suspect there will be no sweet talking your friend."

Kol begins to sputter a protest but Caroline cuts him off, "Ah, so you totally deserve to be stuck to a stool then? I mean, I kind of assumed but I was giving you the benefit of the doubt. Since I'm so very benevolent."

"I will pay you," Kol grits out.

"Please. You can't even pay your bar tab," Caroline snipes back, just before she ends the call. ""He's going to try to make me pay for that later."

"Perhaps we should make it worth it?" Klaus asks, shooting her a sly look from across the table.

"I'm listening."

"It's nearly 6. Late enough for a proper drink, even for upstanding school mistress types, is it not?"

She heaves a long suffering sigh, though it's probably ruined by the small smile that she can't press down at Klaus' mischievous expression. Cracking jokes about the sort of uses she and Klaus could put her desk to (and occasionally things like rulers) was one of Kol's favorite ways to annoy Caroline. Whatever Klaus has in mind should allow her a little payback.

Something Caroline's a big fan of. Especially since she hated that she sometimes blushed, that Kol's suggestions flitted through her brain at the most inopportune times.

"You want to go the bar and point and laugh at your brother?"

"And give the Bennett witch the opportunity to glare and threaten me. I think she enjoys it, you know."

Caroline thought so too. She's also glad that it sounds like Bonnie might hit it off with Freya. If ever there was a woman who needed a couple of female friends to get away from the crazy she was surrounded with it was Freya. She smiles at Klaus, ducks to dig her wallet out of her purse. He wants to protest but she eyes him severely and he stays silent as she tosses enough money to cover the coffee and the chocolate croissants they'd ordered.

It's useless because she knows he'll sneak and pay for her drinks at the bar. She doesn't know what Klaus has on the staff their – though she's working on finding out – but they flat out refuse to take her money. She does her best to snatch the bill everywhere else – it just makes Caroline feel better. If Klaus wants to take her out on a date, do the whole chivalrous check paying thing, he can freaking ask her on one already.

Honestly, what is he waiting for?

She's pulled from her thoughts when Klaus unfolds himself from his chair, offers to help her into her jacket. She's pretty sure the way his fingers linger on her shoulders is deliberate and she refuses to react, allows him usher her out of the café with his hand on her back.

He starts to talk as they head in the bar's direction, a story about another pretty witch Kol had gotten on the wrong side of, the lengths they'd had to go to undo the unfortunate – and so embarrassing Caroline was sorry the incident predated photography – curses that had been laid on him.

She finds herself laughing, leaning into Klaus' side slightly, her fingers brushing his. He makes no move to take them, to tangle their hands together, and she pushes away the slight pang of annoyance.

This was nice and she and Klaus had nothing but time.

Keep Doing That Forever

(Prompt: "kc + original!caroline + intimate? it doesn't have to be smut, just intimacy please and thank you." Title from "The First Five Times" by Stars. Rated M-ish to be safe for some near smut.)

The blankets on their bed are already turned down when Caroline enters the bedroom and she glances at them longingly for a moment. The temptation to crawl in, bury her head under a pillow, and finally relax, is great. Soon, she tells herself, heading towards her dressing table. She can hear Klaus in the closet, the rustle of fabric faintly audible as he undresses. She hears his clothes land in the hamper and smiles, pleased. There were many nights when what they wore during the day - or the scraps that remained - ended up strewn across the floor and Caroline only complained if something she'd particularly loved ended up destroyed. At least, she didn't complain now. After years of traveling light and neat, running from Mikael, Klaus had at first gotten a little too comfortable once he'd died, let his things spread out liberally in their private quarters and in his studio.

Caroline had bitten her tongue, content to watch him relish in his ability to relax after centuries of carrying the weight of keeping them safe.

Until, drowsy from a long night of not sleeping, her limbs heavy with satiation, in search of a shower to wash away the scent of sex and blood on her skin, she'd tripped over a pair of Klaus' boots.

And he'd laughed at her.

He'd attempted to hide it, of course. Caroline never would have consented to marry an idiot and the past thousand years had honed Klaus' survival instincts to a fine edge. Still, those same years had taught her to read him, she knew his softest sounds, his smallest tells and no pillow could muffle the laughter he'd tried to keep silent.

She'd turned to pin him with the full force of her angry glare and it had only cracked his control further until his body and their bed had shaken with the force of his mirth.

She'd tossed him a few choice words in their native tongue as she'd stormed out, slept in a guest bedroom until Klaus had managed to earn her forgiveness with the clever use of his mouth and a very pretty necklace. He'd made a point to be neater ever since.

Klaus comes up behind Caroline just as she's finishing removing her makeup, several wipes discarded, her face bare. He's got a half drunk tumbler of bourbon in his hand, his hair mussed from his hands. She lets her eyes drift over his torso, from the newly inked birds on his shoulder to the low slung waistband of the tuxedo pants he still wears. He hands her the glass, bends to press a kiss to the nape of her neck, "Excellent party, love. As always."

She hums, holding his eyes as she sips, "I think we'll have to kill fewer people than anticipated. Kol will be displeased."

She feels him smile against her skin, before he pulls back. His hands remain, drawing a light caress up her neck. "He'll be distracted by the witches soon enough. The covens of New Orleans seem even more hostile than the rest of their kind. I'm sure Kol will enjoy the challenge. He does like the chase."

"Sounds familiar," Caroline teases, bending her head slightly to the side as Klaus eases her earring off. A thousand years ago she'd had no interest in a marriage at seventeen and her father's willingness to indulge his only daughter had been limitless. Klaus had decided she was his when he'd first laid eyes on her across a bonfire, despite the fact that he'd been wrapped around a doppelganger at the time.

Caroline had taken some convincing.

Klaus reaches over and sets the earring down, his fingers absently rubbing away the ache in her lobe before he takes care of the other. He then begins on her hair, gently extracting the myriad of pins keeping the thick curls up, carefully combing through the tangles made by the hairspray she'd applied. "Chasing you was an excellent decision," he tells her, climbing over the bench and lifting her into his lap. "One of my very best."

Caroline's not about to argue with him, as much fun as that is. It's been a very long day, filled with mishaps and incompetent minions (only one of which she'd eaten, though she's fairly sure Rebekah hadn't been so circumspect) and she's tired. Still, she wants him, plans to have him before she sleeps. Caroline figures she might as well conserve her energy. Her eyes flutter shut, leaning into his touch with a contented moan as his talented fingers massage her scalp. She takes another sip, savoring the slight burn of the alcohol and the familiar warmth of Klaus at her back, shifts her hips slightly when she feels his cock stiffening under her.

She takes great pleasure in the tension that creeps into his frame, the gasp he swallows. When her hair's falling in soft waves down her back she rests her head on his shoulder, slowly opening her eyes to find him watching her hungrily in the mirror. The gold that rings his pupils is still new, thrilling, and Caroline shivers as his hands drift over the silk that covers her ribs. She licks her lips, sets the glass aside before reaching up, curling her arm behind his neck. "The zipper's on the side. Don't rip it."

Klaus complies eagerly, rolling the fabric down to her waist, filling his palms with her breasts. Her dress hits the floor whole though the corset, garter and panties she'd been wearing beneath it aren't so lucky.

She's too distracted to notice while he's stripping her undergarments from her, Klaus' mouth hot on her neck and his fingers curling inside of her as he urges her to pull on her nipples and watch herself come apart in the mirror.

The next morning, while her and Klaus laze in bed, Caroline spots them, the bright red lace stark against their plush white rug. She makes an aggravated noise, poking his side sharply. "We're going shopping today," she informs him. "Serious shopping."

"Mmm, how new and different," he replies, voice scratchy with sleep, curling his body more firmly around hers.

He doesn't see her narrowing eyes, or pursed lips, misses the telltale signs that a truly evil plan has occurred to her entirely.

She really must have worn him out.

An afternoon of watching her try on increasingly daring lingerie, during which he would not be permitted to touch her (though perhaps she'd text him pictures of her touching herself in the fitting room?), should make Klaus think twice before he attacks her underwear.

And if it didn't? They could always repeat the lesson. Caroline was sure it was going to be fun.

Takes You Over

(Prompt: "future!Klaroline + sex pollen/accidental aphrodisiac spell + werewolf sex is rougher around the full moon (and made worse by sex pollen/spell) trope." Title from "Out of Control" by She Wants Revenge. SMUT)

A shot glass is put in her hand and Caroline throws it back without even thinking about it, too busy glaring (while acting like she's completely unbothered – no easy feat) at Klaus and his ever widening circle of admirers across the room.

She was pretty sure she was about to witness some leg humping and yet she couldn't look away.

Her throat burns as she swallows, but not in the way that she's used to. It's cold and scratchy all the way down her throat, an odd sensation. The taste of the shot is weird too, herbaceous almost, and her attention is pulled from Klaus and his groupies as she fights a gag. She looks up to find the bartender, a witch Caroline's become friendly-ish with (mostly because the first time she'd come to this bar had been during one of Bonnie's visits) watching her with great interest. She panics wondering if maybe she's misread the situation terribly and the witch has actually been planning to murder Caroline all along.

That would be just her luck.

"What was that?" she demands, slamming the shot glass down on the bar top so hard it shatters, shards digging into her fingertips.

The smile she's offered is enigmatic but not malicious. "A local specialty. A helping hand, if you will. And it's on the house."

She's about to ask what that even means when she feels Klaus at her side, his fingers circling her wrist. She shivers at the contact, swaying slightly on her feet. When Caroline turns to look at him his eyes are hard, flitting between the blood dripping from her hand and the bartender. "What happened?"

The bartender's response is quiet, her Greek too rapid for Caroline to catch. She's only lived here for a couple months and her language skills are still hovering at the remedial level. A fact that she's regretting right about now given how still Klaus has gone, the dangerous edge she can hear in his reply, even if the meaning of his words is lost on her. She's beginning to feel light headed, her heartbeat picking up and a familiar heat building. It's low in her belly and insistent, has Caroline pressing her thighs together and doing her best not to visibly squirm. She's honestly not sure she'd be able to focus on the conversation happening even if it was in good ol' English.

Bright side? She didn't think she was going to die unless death by horniness was a thing. Caroline was only pissed that she was so transparent, that the heated glares she'd been sending Klaus' way since he'd strolled back into her life two weeks ago had been noted and accurately assessed. That the witch had apparently thought her too much of a coward to act on her desires and had decided to give her a giant shove.

Klaus is still speaking, quiet and menacing; a tone that Caroline would bet usually precedes someone losing their head so she reaches out and grabs his forearm. His attention is immediately pulled to her, eyes assessing and a touch concerned. "All right, sweetheart?"

She licks her lips, unable to help focusing on his. She sways forward, her grip on him tightening, the crowd melting away. "I think we need to get out of here. Like, now."

Klaus growls out something that sounds like a threat but his arm winds around her waist and they're outside in a matter of moments. The cool night air, the faint tang of salt in it, is a welcome relief to Caroline's overheated skin. She sucks in a deep breath but control is out of reach and she can't remember why she shouldn't touch him. Caroline steps into Klaus, her hands sneaking under his shirt as she runs her nose up the line of his throat. She lets out a moan and he goes rigid but he doesn't push her away. "She drugged you," he tells her gruffly.

"Yeah, I got that." She's not an idiot, she put the pieces together just fine. Caroline presses her mouth to his throat, tastes his skin as her nails scratch down his back. Klaus' body's a solid, unmoving line against her and he doesn't even seem to be breathing. She scrapes her teeth over the dip in his collarbone and is gratified by his slight twitch in reaction, "I'll be pissed later."

"I can snap your neck," Klaus offers.

Caroline can't help the giggle that slips out. "Points for selflessness, Klaus but come on. If I didn't want you I would have packed my bags and left when you showed up. This was always going to happen."

That seems to be all Klaus needs. She's in his arms, her legs curled over his hips and her back against the wall before she can suck in another breath. She grasps his hair, attempts to tug his mouth to hers but Klaus thwarts her, catching her hands and trapping them against the wall. His expression is strained, his lips wet and Caroline wants to bite them. "Tomorrow's the full moon."

She's no stranger to werewolves, the way their appetites wax and wane, and it only takes a second for Klaus' meaning to sink in. It makes her hotter, the muscles in her thighs tightening in an attempt to get Klaus closer. She rubs herself against him shamelessly, her head thrown back against the wall. The scrap of underwear she'd worn under her dress is soaked, the lace abrading her sensitive folds, a teasing hint of the friction she craves. He swallows heavily and she watches the movement of his throat avidly, "This isn't how I planned this," he mutters, almost to himself.

She's not the slightest bit surprised that he's been plotting. He's hinted as much the few times their paths had crossed over the years, slipped subtle and not so subtle suggestions into conversations. At some point she'd started tossing her own at him, much to Klaus' evident delight.

"I had plans of my own."

His brows rise, "Oh? Do tell me more."

She shakes her head, "Later. You tell me yours. We can fight over who goes first. I vote me."

He makes a rough noise in response, leaning in to kiss her. She opens her mouth under the first hot swipe of his tongue, sucking it into her mouth as the rolling of her hips turn frantic. Klaus begins to move with her, letting her body fall so the angle is better, the hard ridge of his cock pressing against her just right. She rips her mouth away with a gasp and Klaus' chuckle is low and dirty, his mouth shifting to her ear. "Deal. I can smell how wet you are, Caroline. It's delicious. I can't wait to taste it."

She shudders, closing her eyes, her nails digging into her palms. She's not sure how much of this is whatever she's been dosed with and how much of it is Klaus but it's so good, her muscles twitching and sparks flying up her spine every time his zipper grinds against her clit. And she hasn't even touched him yet, they're still wearing most of their clothes and her hands are trapped against the wall. This is the best kind of magic and she'd totally be up for experimenting with more. Many times, just to be sure. "Keep talking," she mutters.

His lips stretch into a smile and she's sure it's dripping with smugness, even though she can only feel it pressed against her throat. He bites down with blunt teeth and she jolts, presses her lips together to keep from begging for fangs.

She will later, she's sure. No need to cave quite so soon.

Caroline's muscles begin to tense and Klaus makes a soft, soothing sound. "I'll have you here, love. From behind, your skirt around your waist as you drink from my wrist. After you've come for me just like this."

God, she's never come from dry humping, didn't think it was really possible. She's never been quite so happy to be wrong, loves the ache building where they're pressed together. Klaus continues, his tone deceptively mild as he does his best to drive her insane, "I think I'll wait for a bed to get my mouth between your thighs. I want to watch you writhe while you rip at the sheets, claw at the mattress. To push you to the edge with only my tongue on your clit until your voice breaks while you curse me."

She's breathless, the images he's painting for her making her head spin. "That's not very nice of me," she manages. "Totally bad guest behavior."

His laugh is gravelly, "You're not a nice girl, Caroline. I've always enjoyed that about you." She can't work up even an ounce of offense, not with the way he says it. Matter of fact and tinged with filthy promise that Caroline's going to make him follow through on.

He continues to speak, growing hoarse as his mouth teases her neckline. "The bed at my hotel is very large and I've imagined you spread on it since I first walked in. Wrapped my fist around my cock and imagined you in your apartment across town. Have you touched yourself and thought of me?"

Her affirmative is little more than a gasp and her back arches, a silent hint for more. Klaus sucks on her nipple through her dress for a moment before he pulls away, resting his forehead against hers. "Excellent," he drawls. "Will you let me watch you, Caroline? Let me see how you stroke yourself, learn the exact pressure you like on your clit? I remember you were so sensitive after you'd come. How you squirmed under the lightest pressure of my tongue. Shall we test that, love? I promise to be a diligent student."

Yep, definitely a fantasy she'd had. Often. Last night even, biting into her hand to keep quiet while she had her vibrator turned way up. She has no doubt Klaus will make the most of any lesson, considering just how good he's done with instinct and skill. Intimate knowledge will make him lethal to her self-control. Caroline nods, her hips moving fast and frantic as her climax builds.

"Good," Klaus rasps. "You're almost there, aren't you? Just a little more. What do you need, love?"

"Harder," Caroline groans, rolling her hips as quickly as she can.

One last firm thrust from Klaus and the waves begin, shuddering through every single one of her limbs, a high pitched cry ripped from her throat. He immediately sets Caroline on her shaky legs and turns her, the strength of his arms the only thing keeping her upright. She hears his belt jingle, thinks something's ripped but he's pressed against her back, his cock hot and hard against her ass. She's tilting her hips even as the last shockwaves of her orgasm roll over her, propping unsteady arms against the brick she's leaning against. He's inside of her in one slick movement, offering her his wrist. "Bite," he grits out, planting his free hand next to her head to brace them. "Drink. And touch yourself. I need you to come on my cock."

She nearly does when she tastes him, takes a greedy gulp of his blood even as her hand drifts down her stomach to do as he's urged.

It's going to be quick, Klaus is tense behind her, his motions rough but just what she needs. He's breathing heavily against her shoulder, his arm faintly trembling.

Caroline doesn't mind if this round is short. She's been promised a bed and she's certain they'll make the most of it.