Notes: Thank you so much for your awesome reviews for the last one shot! They're totally helping me get my groove back. There's a KC Xmas event happening on Tumblr right now put on by klarolineshippersclub and the first theme was smut. I had a prompt that was seasonally appropriate so I rolled with it.

Start A Rumor (Three)

(Prompt: CELEB SANTA KLAUS AU SEQUEL WITH CONFERENCE ROOM PORN PLEASEEEE. Sequel to the fic found in Chapter 66 and the second one in Chapter 77. SMUT)

Caroline just manages to keep a lid on her annoyance until the conference room door's clicked shut.

Klaus had held it open for her, had been making idle conversation with one of the hospital's administrators. Something about a plot point from the show's fall finale. She'd been too distracted in the elevator to absorb anything they'd discussed, had followed Klaus' lead when he'd pressed a palm to the small of her back as they'd exited.

Having him touch her wasn't helping her predicament but it was a better option than standing in the elevator and risking everyone noticing that she was struggling to inhale and exhale at regular intervals.

Klaus had used the packed car to his advantage, sliding in just behind her and slipping his fingers under her full skirt, plucking at the straps of her garter as they'd ascended. Driving her freaking crazy.

Again.

He'd spent the lengthy drive to the hospital doing the same thing, carrying on a perfectly mundane conversation about their holiday plans as he'd toyed with her. He's snapped the garters against her inner thighs until her skin had been sensitized and she'd been squirming in her seat. His hand had drifted higher, and higher, had occasionally pressed against her through her panties when they'd stopped at red lights. He'd teased her with light strokes over the scrap of lace she'd picked out to entice him, enough to get her wet and a little breathless, only to stop when he had to drive again. She'd refused to ask him to touch her, had only inched her skirt up (and up and up), and parted her thighs wide in hopes that Klaus would be generous.

Given how she'd conned him into this whole event, how she'd teased him with peeks of lingerie and promises, she'd known she was being too optimistic.

She'd been shaky getting out of the vehicle, had tottered on her high heels as Klaus had helped her down. He'd crowded closer to steady her, had pressed a lingering kiss and a hint of a bite to her neck. Murmured, "To be continued," before he'd offered her his arm, doing his best impression of a perfect gentleman.

He'd ignored her quietly voiced complaints as they'd walked into the building, his lips pressed into a firm line to avoid any evidence of amusement at her expense.

Smart of him.

Caroline had managed to slip into PR mode when faced with half a dozen suit wearing corporate types, had listened attentively as they'd gone over the plans for visiting with the kids. Klaus had played his part beautifully, hiding his accent and producing presents with the perfect amount of theatricality.

Kat had tugged her elbow at one point, whispered that all of Caroline's ooey gooey emotions were leaking out. Caroline had told her to zip it, though the demand had lacked heat. If she wanted to be stupidly into her hot boyfriend that was her business.

Klaus' hand under her skirt, while they were surrounded by people who only had to look down to see what he was doing to her, had Caroline's feelings climbing out of warm and fuzzy territory real quick.

Kat had done her a solid, assisted by Caroline's assistant, and had managed to cover for Caroline's lack of attention in the elevator, carrying the conversation when she'd lost the thread. April had muttered that she'd meet them in the room the reception's being held, that she'd stall and make excuses.

Caroline's already got a hefty Christmas bonus check written out, a stand mixer wrapped up, but she might add something sparkly. April's totally earned it.

She feels Klaus behind her and she takes a few quick steps away, grabbing one of the fancy office chairs that line the room's huge table, rolling it between them.

They probably look ridiculous, both wearing red velvet trimmed in white fur. Klaus is wearing enough padding to mimic the roundness kids expect from Santa Klaus, she's got a fake pair of gold rimmed glasses perched on her nose, her hair coiled in a severe bun.

Caroline's always believed in committing to a role.

Klaus leans against the door as he strips off his jacket and the faux belly, the thin white tee he'd worn underneath clinging to his chest and stomach. Her eyes linger for a long moment before Caroline realizes that she shouldn't be ogling him.

Not when she's pretending to be peeved.

Klaus' expression is difficult to read behind the giant white beard but his eyes are distinctly amused. "You," Caroline hisses, "are evil."

Admonishments are useless with Klaus, of course. He finds such terms complimentary. He laughs, reaching up to pluck the Santa hat and attached wig from his head. He tosses it aside and it slides across the table. The beard gets even less consideration and lands on the floor. Klaus' hair is all over the place and he runs a hand through it. Caroline kind of wants to reach out and mess it up more. "That's a bit harsh, don't you think?"

He shifts his weight, like he's going to circle the chair, but Caroline's not yet done being outraged. "Nope," she says, pushing the chair into him.

Klaus manages to spin it in his direction, sinking into it and catching her hips before she can dart away.

Not that she'd really made an effort.

She crosses her arms when she'd standing between his knees because the temptation to go peel away his shirt is too strong. "Excuse me. That's my seat."

"Oh? I hadn't seen your name on it."

Normally, she'd be content to sink into their banter. It is excellent foreplay. But they're kind of on the clock. Caroline reaches behind her and slaps the table top. "Just take off your pants and get on the table, Klaus. My dress is short and I'm going bare legged to this party. I can't have any weird red marks on my knees."

The way he reels back, just a bit, the chair creaking underneath him, is highly gratifying. His hands make quick work of the skirt she's wearing and it's full cut means it slips off her without her even having to shimmy. Again, he goes right to the garters, thumbs sliding underneath and gliding up the length of her thighs. "I thought I was bending you over the table."

She makes a show of rolling her eyes, propping a knee on the seat between his legs as her fingers begin undoing the black buttons of her fitted red velvet blazer. "That's the plan for about ten minutes from now."

"Ah, of course there's a schedule," Klaus teases. His hands grasp her ass, pulling her closer, and his mouth traces the bare skin she's revealing.

"Schedules are important." Caroline rests one hand on his shoulder for balance. She'd complain that he's screwing with her efficiency but he manages to nudge the neckline aside, his tongue tracing the top edge of her bra's cup. He sucks her nipple briefly and she shudders when the wet lace scrapes against her tightening skin. He rolls the peak between his teeth lightly before pulling back, shoving the jacket from her shoulders when it's open.

When he makes to yank her into his lap Caroline stiffens her arms, holding him away from her. "Don't distract me. You, table. Me, chair."

"I do love it when you get bossy, sweetheart."

Caroline scoffs as he stands, stepping aside to they can switch positions. "Not as much as you love it when I let you be bossy."

"You enjoy that just as much as I do," Klaus counters.

Not a statement Caroline can argue.

Klaus makes quick work of the thick black belt of his costume, his pants dropping immediately. Caroline shoves them under the table with her toes as she gets comfortable in the chair. "Do you have any requests now?" she asks, batting her lashes at him and pressing her lips together to hide a smile.

She'd offered dirty conference room sex as a bribe. Only fair that Klaus got to choose his own adventure, right?

Klaus grins, reaching down to grasp her knee, lifting it so it's draped over the arm of the chair. His hand slips down the front of her panties and Caroline sucks in a shocked breath when he drags two fingers through her folds. He strokes over her entrance for a moment before he draws back and she protests, arching up in an attempt to follow him.

His voice is rougher when he speaks, "I want to watch you touch yourself through this pretty black lace."

Caroline can totally do that.

She licks her fingers and Klaus makes a noise of approval. She does what he had, getting her fingers wet before touching her clit. "Nice and slow," Klaus rumbles. "Can't have you getting too close, hmm? Not until I'm inside you. Until you ask nicely."

She licks her lips, rakes him with a gaze that's not meant to be a suggestion. He still wears his black boxer briefs. Caroline would like them gone. He's hard, stretching the fabric, and Klaus obligingly folds the waistband down and wraps his hand around the base of his cock.

Honestly, she's a little surprised he's making it so easy for her. He reads her expression, answers the question she hadn't voiced, "We are on a time crunch."

She grabs the edge of the table with her free hand, rolling closer. "Better get moving then." Caroline moans and sinks a finger inside herself, grinds against her palm.

"No coming," Klaus reminds her.

She pouts briefly before bending her head to brush her lips over the head of Klaus' cock. "Until I say pretty please," she agrees.

She glances up when she licks his precum off her lips. The way he looks at her in moments like this, his eyes dark and his jaw clenched tight against a moan, is one of her very favorite things. She's pretty sure a fire alarm could start blaring and he wouldn't even notice. The way he wants her is such a turn on.

Klaus curls a hand around her nape, shifting forward on the table. It's not a subtle hint and Caroline flashes him a quick grin before she opens her mouth and slides him inside. He goes still, his muscles tightening, breath stuck in his throat. "Perfect," he grits out.

Caroline goes slow at first, letting her tongue slide over all of Klaus' most sensitive parts. She touches herself to the same rhythm, letting the sensations build. She knows Klaus' tells by heart and he's easy to read, is hand flexing and relaxing against the back of her neck. She bobs her head once he's slick enough, lets his cock tease the back of her throat, before she tightens her lips and pulls back quickly. He groans her name and she uses just a hint of teeth until a guttural curse spills falls from his mouth.

Klaus loathes letting go of the upper hand and quickly collects himself, "Pity I wasn't given more notice about this event. I might have had to give you one of your Christmas gifts a bit early."

She pulls off of him, works her lower jaw from side to side. She strokes him lazily with her hand and Klaus fights a shudder when she rubs her thumb just under the head. She swallows hard but she's still unsteady, "Somehow I don't think this is the appropriate venue to experiment with sex toys in public."

He inclines his head, "Touché. Your clever fingers will have to suffice. Are they inside you? Good," he praises, after her nod. "Let me see them."

She can't even be embarrassed by the involuntary whine she makes, lifting her trembling hand into Klaus' eye line. He grabs her wrist and his teeth sink into the pad of her index finger before he takes it into his mouth. He hums, pleased, as he tastes her. Her grip on him tightens, her motions quickening, but Klaus only allows that for a moment before he brushes hand away.

He urges her up, slanting his lips over hers in a hurried kiss. She meets him eagerly, mouth open, the kiss wet and frantic as she presses the full length of her body against his. Her skin's hot but his feels hotter and her nails dig into his back as she tries to get closer.

He lifts her as they spin, her hip bumping the table. He pants when he tears his mouth away. "Turn around," he rasps and his hands yank at the fastening of her bra when she does as he's bid. His hands cup her breasts when they're bared, rolling and pinching her nipples. Caroline shivers, her hand covering his and pressing harder, "God, more," she pleads.

His chest presses into her back until she bends, resting her forearms on the table and rubbing back against him. She has a moment where she's lucid enough to be thankful that the table is bolted to the floor and they don't have to risk anyone hearing it scraping against the floor. Then Klaus is using his foot to widen her legs, his fingers yanking her panties aside as the head of his cock slides through her slick folds.

She slaps a hand over her mouth as he pushes in, sure the cry she can't hold back is way too loud. Klaus' mouth drags over her shoulders and he pauses when his hips are pressed to her ass, he rolls her clit between his fingertips and she shakes, more noises of pleasure muffled in her skin, "Later, you'll be loud for me, won't you? You'll tell me what you like, beg me to take you harder? I do so love how you moan my name when you're desperate to come."

She must nod because he moves, his cock slipping out of her before he sinks back inside, firm and deep and so good. He sets a fast pace, keeps his fingers pressed tight to her clit. He rubs her with each thrust and she's quickly climbing, her hands trying to grip the table. She tilts her hips up as much as she can, feels her stomach tightening, her eyes fluttering shut.

"Yes, Klaus, I'm…"

Klaus stops abruptly, his cock only half buried inside of her. His hands still her when she tries to move back against him. "Aren't we forgetting something?" he taunts.

She's far gone enough that a plea is quick to bubble up. She bites it back because it's always more fun if she pushes him a bit. Caroline clenches down around him, feels him jerk and hiss. He slaps the side of her thigh and she jumps, the tingle of the impact quickly turning into a pleasant burn.

Caroline squirms and Klaus rests more of his weight against her, stilling her attempts at getting more friction. His hands glide up her arms, stretching them out until she's splayed across the table, his hands coming to rest over hers. He threads their fingers together, breathing deeply against the back of her neck. "Shall I leave you like this? Pull my cock out and use your slickness to get myself off? It's the only way I'll be presentable. You can hide how turned on you are a bit better."

Caroline breathes deeply, squeezes his hands. "Klaus…"

"Would you like to wait to come until we get home? To go down to that party aching, with my release drying on your skin and your soaked knickers reminding you of what you need every time you walk a few steps?"

She gives it a few moments of consideration. They've never done anything quite like this, only talked about it a time or two. They've found many of their fantasies align nicely.

The idea of making a few of them real? Has serious appeal.

"Would you be able to wait until we got into the house?" Klaus wonders, sounding unfairly calm. "Or would you climb into my lap in the car, ride me until you came right there in the garage?"

"Would you let me?" Caroline counters shakily.

He smiles, Caroline can feel it against her skin, "I doubt I'd be able to resist the temptation."

She does love it when he loses control.

However, there will be cameras downstairs. If she's photographed red faced and with an air of distraction there's going to be another annoying round of pregnancy rumors. She'd had to post some very pointed shots of her in skimpy workout clothes to get the last ones to go away and that opened her up to a whole host of creepy comments.

"We'll have to work up to that one. Play around in a slightly more… private setting."

"I look forward to it," Klaus says. He eases back inside of her, a slow teasing glide, and a reminder of their current, more pressing predicament. Caroline sighs, her muscles fluttering. Klaus lifts up, holds her hips as he rocks in and out of her. Slow and easy this time, annoyingly patient.

It feels incredible but it won't make her come. And he knows it.

Soon her breath is catching again, shudders wracking her frame. "Klaus," she moans, forgetting her concerns about volume.

He drips smugness, "Yes, love?"

His fingers tease her clit once more, her legs shake. "Let me come," Caroline gasps.

"Was that so hard?" he taunts.

Caroline can't exactly be mad about his gloating. Not when he's so quick to deliver on her plea, when he's quick enough to cover her mouth with his hand when she forgets and calls his name as she comes.

His motions grow erratic while she's shaking through the aftershocks, and he presses his mouth to the back of her shoulder, shuddering through his own release. She draws his hand to her mouth, kisses his palm. "Worth the Santa suit?" she asks, twisting her head so she can smirk at him.

He tries his best to fix his expression into something serious, fails because he hasn't quite come down. His fingertips dig into her waist, a spot where she's desperately ticklish and she squeals, trying to shift away. "Don't push your luck, love." For all that it's phrased like a warning Caroline can't take it like one.

Pushing her luck has resulted in a great orgasm and a hint about the Christmas presents Klaus has so carefully hidden. Totally a win win.