"Charlotte!"

Charlotte stopped in her tracks at the call of her name. It was just after ten in the morning and the sound of her oldest brother shouting for her surprised her. She had assumed he would be at home with Elena since it was a Saturday morning. Turning to face Damon, Charlotte rolled her eyes and sighed heavily. She knew if she didn't leave soon she would be late for meeting up with Klaus, and she'd looked forward to it far too much during the week to let anything prevent her from going to him.

"Yes, Damon?"
"You're having lunch with Elena today."
"Excuse me?"
"You heard. You're meeting her at twelve. Don't be late."
"Damon, I have plans. I can't just go to lunch with Elena because you tell me to."
"What plans do you have that are more important than spending time with your future sister-in-law?"
"Oh, c'mon. It's not like she doesn't know me. In fact, she's known me my entire life. Can't this wait?"
"No. Stop being so whiny and suck it up, little sister. You're going to that lunch whether you want to or not."
"Whatever." Charlotte glanced at the clock behind Damon and saw that she was running behind. "I have to go, bye!"

The shutting of the door behind her muffled the sound of Damon's voice as he shouted after her and Charlotte batted away any thoughts of her brother and the lunch with Elena. Walking as fast as she could, it was twenty minutes later when Charlotte arrived at Klaus's apartment. It was approaching October and with the weather beginning to turn, she was glad for the warmth as Klaus invited her in.

She surveyed the small apartment and was pleasantly surprised. She had only been in The Mikaelson Family home a handful of times during her childhood and had admired it grandeur. She had assumed Klaus's apartment would be similar in décor but she couldn't have been more wrong. The space before her held only a black leather sofa, a large tv, a small coffee table which on it sat a lamp, and in the centre of the small room lay a brown sheepskin rug. The main feature of the room, however, was the bay window that bathed the room in light and provided a view of the forests that lay on the outskirts of the town.

"Wow." Charlotte whispered as she went and stood before the window. "The view is amazing."
"It is from where I'm standing." Klaus stated with a grin on his face.
"You're such a man." Charlotte laughed, rolling her eyes before moving away from the window and throwing herself down on the sofa.
"That's the point, love."

Charlotte looked up and saw the lust conveyed in Klaus's eyes. She smiled to herself. She had done some naughty things in her short lifetime but lusting after the best friend of her brother's topped the list.
"So, how'd you get out of work? Something tells me the news doesn't stop on a weekend."
"Elijah's covering for me. I told him I had some important business to attend to this morning."
"Did he buy that?"
"Probably not but who cares?" Klaus said, shrugging his shoulders.
"Hmmm… well I suppose we better get this over with."
"I guess so. Like I said, it's only fair I give you a chance to win back your dignity. After all, you did the same for me."
"So what game are we playing then?"
"Strip poker."

Charlotte looked at the straightness of Klaus's face. He had announced the game with such seriousness that Charlotte couldn't help but smirk a little. Although Klaus had managed to convey an air of seriousness, that seriousness did not reach his eyes.

"Well then, let the game begin."

It was over an hour later and Charlotte found herself suffering from a losing streak. Already she had discarded of her shoes, jumper and jeans and now she was left in only her white, frilly panties and a blue vest-top. She had lost every game and was very quickly losing her dignity, rather than winning it back as she had intended.

"You look so cute when you blush."
"I don't blush."
"Oh, I'm sure I can think of a way to make you blush, love."
"Give it your best shot."
"I intend to."

Klaus lay down his cards; showing once again that he had won the game. Charlotte cursed. It wasn't that she didn't like being in a state of semi-nakedness around Klaus, she did, she just hated to lose.

"This game is stupid." Charlotte said, throwing her cards down and standing up from her position on the floor.

Klaus stood too and within a matter of seconds, he was standing in front of Charlotte; his chest so close to hers he could almost feel the fast beating of her heart.

"I win." Klaus said just before pressing his lips against Charlotte's.

Charlotte wrapped her arms around Klaus's neck and allowed him to push her down on the sofa; the leather cold on her back but Klaus's body warm on top of hers. She felt his hands move quickly under her vest top and towards her breasts as his tongue traced a path across her bottom lip.

"Shirt. Off. Now." Charlotte demanded and Klaus complied.

The feeling of his chest on hers sent shivers through Charlotte and she could feel herself becoming more aroused as the seconds passed. Klaus moved his lips away from Charlotte's and began to bite gently on her neck. He was overcome with the urge to mark her, to make her his in a small way, and he did just that; continuing his pleasurable attack until a small red mark had firmly taken its place upon the soft, white skin of Charlotte's neck. He smiled. That mark would not disappear for a good few days.

Any further thought Klaus may have had was wiped cleanly from his mind when he felt Charlotte begin to unbuckle the belt on his jeans. The sexual tension and his longing for Charlotte over the previous weeks had left him in a constant state of being turned on and it had not taken long for a sizeable bulge to appear and strain against the material of Klaus's boxers and jeans.

Klaus let out a groan as he felt Charlotte's hand dip below the band of his jeans and grasp him firmly. He was just about to move his own hand down between her legs when the piercing ring of Charlotte's phone rang out and disrupted them.

"Ignore it." Klaus muttered in Charlotte's ear before pressing his lips to her neck once more, causing her to moan out loud.
"I can't." Charlotte replied, leaning over the grab her phone out of her jean's pocket.

The caller id told her it was Damon and she swore out loud. She had completely forgotten about the lunch with Elena and the time on her phone told her she was already ten minutes late.

"Shit. Klaus get off. It's my brother."

Klaus sat bolt up and held his breath. The reality of Damon phoning Charlotte sent a shiver of fear through him. He had been so caught up in the pleasure that he had forgotten that what he had been doing was a betrayal of his best friend's trust.

"Damon…"
"Where the hell are you?"
"I'm on my way. I lost track of time." Charlotte said, pulling on her jeans and shoes with haste.
"Get your ass over here right now!"
"I'll be there soon."

The line went dead and Charlotte pulled on her jumper and jacket before throwing her phone into her pocket and rushing towards the door. By now, Klaus had also redressed himself and was on Charlotte in a second.

"Is everything okay?"
"I'm late for lunch with Elena. Damon is going to kill me. It's like a half hour walk to Elena's."
"I'll give you a lift."
"No, it's fine. I can walk."
"Charlotte, shut up and let me give you a lift."
"Fine."

A minute later, they had left Klaus's apartment and were approaching his car. It took less than ten minutes for Klaus to get to the small house Damon and Elena had shared for the past two years. Parking further down the street, Klaus watched Charlotte jump out of the car and say a quick goodbye to him before rushing off towards the house.

Charlotte was barely at the door when it opened and stood before her was her oldest brother; a scowl on his face that told her he was extremely unhappy with her. Stood behind him in the living room was Elena, a small apologetic smile on her face.

"I'm so sorry, Elena. I got caught up."
"Don't worry about it. You're here now." Elena replied, gifting Charlotte with a small, warm hug.

Damon was still yet to speak. His anger at his younger sister's inconsiderateness making him silent.

"So, lunch?" Charlotte asked as she took of her jacket, tucked her hair behind her ears and followed Elena into the kitchen.
"Yes. I wanted to have lunch so I could ask you something."
"Oh. Ask away."
"I know I haven't seen you in a few years and it must be awkward with my past with Stefan, but I want you to be a bridesmaid at my wedding."
"Oh my god, Elena. Of course!"

Charlotte hugged Elena enthusiastically and watched her future sister-in-law light up with happiness. Charlotte had always really liked Elena and had always gone to her for advice on boys when she was older. To Charlotte, Elena was the sister she never had and she suddenly felt saddened that she had neglected her relationship with the girl since her return.

"What the hell is that?"

The two women turned to see Damon glaring at his sister.

"Damon, I told you to be nice. I don't care that she was late." Elena scolded her boyfriend.
"I'm talking about that bloody love bite on her neck!"

Charlotte shot her hand up to her neck and flinched. She barely remembered Klaus actually biting her and creating the mark; she just remembered the pleasure that came with it.

"Who the hell were you with?!"

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