A/N- This site is so incompetent it must have been written by the TVD scriptwriters post season 3

Wow.

Caroline hadn't realized that she was so old until she had added Davina Claire on Facebook.

When she'd been a teenager, WIFI- especially in high schools- had still been on its way in and data plans had been really expensive. Plus, there'd been all these rules about not using phones during school hours, the terror of parents and teachers who feared catfishing and other nameless horrors that would befall their innocent babies.

But there seemed to be no barrier between Davina and her feed from the hours of eight am until ten pm. Her opinion on the weather when she first woke up, how she'd slept, the traffic on her way to school, the café she ducked into first, the cute older barista who liked her and her friends so always gave her a free upsize, commentary on her first class of the day...
Somehow, she managed to make it all seem upbeat, positive and interesting to read in a way that Caroline would never have been able to achieve had she been her age.
It probably helped that her posts were mixed up with cute animal videos and artworks from ancient history to the modern era that were slightly less well-known.

Girl had beauty and substance.

Caroline was sitting at her work desk, waiting for the clock to strike five pm so she could look like she'd pulled a full day and earn goodwill with the bosses for her intended summer vacation in three months. If anyone looked at her from the front, she had the same busy expression on her face that had been perfected purely to fool the older generations.

In reality, she was being a slightly creepy stalker.

She was trying to find Klaus' older brother on Facebook.

Klaus himself didn't have a profile, but there were plenty of photos of them together on her page, deliberately interspersed with photos of her with Stefan and Marcel and with some of her girlfriends as well so she didn't look like she was trying to be 'one of the guys' or 'not like the other girls'.
But Elijah only had a basic profile that had been half set-up in 2008, friended his siblings and listed himself as married and then never touched again.

Ew, maybe he was one of those pretentious people who didn't have Facebook?

Like the people who hadn't owned tv sets, they'd been edgy back in the day, but now, they were just weird.

Strangely enough, he did have Instagram and under his own name, with really good unfiltered pictures of various places in the UK, mostly bookstores and historical monuments, obviously unknowingly cool and followed by lots of people even though there was no consistency to what he posted.

She'd only figured out it was the right Elijah Mikaelson because there had been a single-family photo, near the beginning. The siblings all wearing white-tie outfits and sitting on a white marble staircase, obviously, none of them were aware there was a camera trained on them, because they were all facing away, caught in the act of talking and laughing, Klaus had an arm around a pretty blonde girl who Caroline had to guess was Rebekah.

Because- and again, it's stalkery and slightly unhinged that she knew this, Klaus and Rebekah were the only siblings who had the same shade of blonde hair as their parents. The rest of the brood were-almost alarmingly- brunettes, the lightest being the mousey-haired firstborn twins Finn and Freya.

Perhaps that was why she remembered him telling her one night before the tequila drowned her memories that his parents had got divorced.

Anyhow, her phone chimes and she sees that the ten minutes she'd set herself for Facebook/social-media stalking were up.

She'd figured setting herself limits would separate her from the psychopath killers with the basement dungeons.

Fingers crossed.

To Klaus: Drink after I get off?

From Enzo: Hello, Gorgeous, hope you're having a great day!

She smirks at the message from Enzo, having still been riding the great sex high when she'd woken up this morning and felt in a much better place after her mini-meltdown when she'd realized that she wasn't even a blip on Klaus' family radar.

Even though she had had to monitor how much she spoke about him to her friends and family back home so they wouldn't guess just what she felt for him and then tease her for it.

Her phone buzzes and a smile plays on her lips as she sees his name pop up on the screen.

From Klaus: Drinks at Rousseau's tonight with friends

Caroline reads the six words twice, frowning slightly as she considers them.

So…sharp, none of his usual emojis or barely coherent ramblings about how he was surrounded by fools etc.

To Klaus: Is this you?

From Klaus: It's Stefan, Klaus is busy doing…he's making art somehow.

Oh.

That made more sense.

She checks the clock above the water cooler, sees she's free to leave and begins shutting down her computer as she gathers her stuff.

She's just slung her bag over her shoulder when she hears a delicate throat being cleared,

"Hey Care!"

Care?

For a moment, she wonders if Bonnie got into the helium again before turning around to find herself facing the make-up artist the network used.

"Hi Ashley," she beams, while an internal monologue of her own screams begins playing in her head,

"Heading out?" Ashley asked unnecessarily, jerking her chin at Caroline's handbag and she forces herself to keep her voice light, "Yep, meeting someone at a bar."

Ashely jumps on that like a bloodhound on a murder scent, "Oh…are you meeting up with Klaus? He invited me out tonight but forgot to message me the deets so…"

No, no he didn't.

Caroline had made the mistake of dragging Klaus along to one of her work picnics, having had a hand in organizing the event and wanting numbers there to make it look good.

Unfortunately, while the event had been a success, so had Klaus with a few too many of her co-workers.

In his defence, he'd only been flirting lazily, not actually planning on taking anybody home but Ashley had fallen so damn hard he couldn't help but catch her.

And when their expiration date came up, Klaus had found himself with a woman looking to go exclusive, who'd even suggested swapping house keys 'in case of emergencies'

Using the excuse of bedbugs and roach infestation, Klaus had decamped to Marcel's while Caroline had tried dropping hints at work about what bad boyfriend material he was and how Ashley could do so much better.

Better than a gorgeous blonde haired, blue-eyed Brit with dimples you could climax over and an accent that could give your panties a quick reintroduction to gravity when used just right.

Better than a semi-successful artist who could play guitar and spoke French- and weirdly enough, basic Bulgarian.

Yeah, Caroline hadn't really been able to sell that point.

Eventually, Ashley had figured out that she and Klaus were no longer dating when Caroline kept name-dropping his current bedwarmers of the week but some unkind office rumours had suggested that she kept showing up at the bars and clubs Klaus and Caroline were known to frequent in the hopes of running into him.

Caroline had brushed off those rumours until now.

"Actually, I'm meeting my friend Stefan," she lies, "I don't know what Klaus is up to tonight…probably a hot date."

She shrugs as if the idea doesn't hurt them both and gives her a quick wave, "See you tomorrow!"

"You know, for an artist, you're pretty bad with colours."

Caroline finds Klaus standing outside the warehouse, hands in his pockets with Stefan, Marcel and Davina huddled around him, he's glaring at the young girl but Caroline doesn't see any anger there.

"You know, for a law-abiding citizen, you're pretty paranoid," He returns, glancing up as Caroline approaches and drawing her in,

"Ignore this one," he tells her, conspiratorially, "She's read too many teen novels about sparkly vampires."

Davina shrieks, stamping her foot as Stefan chuckles, "I have not! I would never read…tell him, Marcel!"

Marcel wraps an arm around her shoulders, "I know, Di, come on, let's get some food into you before I get you home."

As the only other female in the group, Caroline walks beside Davina and makes conversation with her, the young girl looking down at her shoes and then at her handbag with clear appreciation and that doesn't hurt Caroline's ego at all.

The bartender at Rousseau's gives them side-eye when they walk in with the clearly underage Davina, but they ignore him in favour of trying to find seats. With a huff, Klaus strides over and manages to grab a tiny two-seat couch, Caroline following on his heels and sitting down beside him, casting an eye around for other available seats. Stefan comes a second after them, looks around and finds three stools at the bar, where he and the others set up.

"Bloody tourists," Klaus grumbles, in his British accent and Caroline hums noncommittally, trying not to smile, as she checks out the cute bartender who was low-key trying to determine whether Marcel was a danger to Davina who already had her phone out and was prepping for a cute selfie.

"You can say that if you have an address here." He continues, picking up on her silent response and she giggles, "So why was Davina insulting your artistic talent?" she asks as Stefan buys a round and brings them over their drinks. Being the daughter of a cop, Caroline glances pointedly at the cocktail Davina was now instagramming, "Mocktail." Stefan mouths and she nods.

"Oh right…this…uh girl I might be seeing later," Klaus breaks off to sip his beer and Caroline smiles right through, "Davina is sure that she's seen her before and that she used to be a red-head."

Caroline frowns, "Who…Genevieve?"

He shakes his head, "I think I'd know my former flames better than Davina."

Caroline shrugs, "I don't know, personally I stopped counting when you hit triple digits."

He glances at her, "Says the girl who finished Sunday luncheon by inviting a strange man around for sex."

There's a sharp edge to his tone that isn't usually there and she feels a little defensive but tries to play it off, "Well, I'd already had a strange guy around for food, besides," she adds,

"Who else was there to hook up with? Marcel?"

You.

She lets that hang in the air, wanting to see if Klaus would latch onto it, if maybe it would prompt a…not a fight exactly, because they never fought, at worse they snapped at each other and then everything went back to normal.

Perhaps a discussion about their sexual boundaries.

Instead he just shrugs, "I don't think Marcel's looking for anything at the moment," he answers,

"Although I think Davina Claire has found a new friend."

The two of them look to the bar where Davina was almost toppling into the service area as she chatted enthusiastically with the bartender, leaning on her arms and her hair brushing the scratched wood.

"She's a pet," Klaus murmurs, "My first girlfriend was a lot like her, loved everyone and everything, short and sweet."

He's never spoken of this girl before, so Caroline greedily follows that trail of breadcrumbs right back to the source, "What was her name?" she asks, trying to look casual as she props her head in her hand, and sips on her beer.

"Aurora," he answers, glancing at her with a self-deprecating quirk of his lips, "French."

"Of course," she sighs, "And did you wake her up with a kiss?"

He shakes his head, "No…I'm the one that put her to sleep."

She laughs, trying to imagine a teenage Klaus who was somehow not the charmer he was today. "You can't have been that bad."

He takes his beer and drains the rest in one go. "Shots?"

She scoffed, "Are you serious? I have work tomorrow."

He shrugs, draping his arm over the back of the couch and she tries not to think about the proximity of his hand to her hair, "We've worked hungover before, love."

Yes, but there was a vast difference between being drunk on a Tuesday and being drunk on a Friday.

She pretends to think about it, "I'll do shots if you tell me more about yourself as a teenager."

His raises his eyebrows, "Beer it is then."

"Urgh," she groans, "You never tell me anything, you're the worst!"

"I know," he answers, "Which is why I never tell you anything."

She huffs, getting to her feet and kicking her handbag between his legs so he could keep an eye on it for her, "Well, I'm going to go have a nice long heart-to-heart with that cute bartender and we're both going to ignore you."

Caroline grunted as Klaus walked her backwards into the tiny cleaning closet they'd long since discovered in the hidden corner of Rousseau's and pushed her against the door. She grabs handfuls of his hair and brings his head down for a sloppy kiss.

His hands find the button to her pants and push them down her thighs, he breaks the kiss to bury his face in her neck, his breath warm on her skin as his hand delved between her legs.

"Still prefer the bartender to me, love?" Klaus teases, as his fingers play along her folds and she grips his shirt in her hands, "One- he's gay, two- shut up and stop being a dick."

He laughs and kisses her as he slips one finger inside her, testing her arousal before adding another and then a third. He's done this before, enough times that even with the amount of alcohol they've both consumed, he knows how to make her come.

She kisses him again, tasting the beer and tequila which she wished she was just a little drunker so she could ignore at the moment, but even then, she was worrying about how he'd be feeling in the morning.

Right until he curls his fingers and rubs her clit and she's burying her face in his shoulder as she climaxes. Klaus buries his nose in her hair and holds her tightly against him as she comes back down, waiting until she can definitely notice the not-a-roll-of-quarters in his jeans.

She's equal opportunity in sex, so she leans back against the door to create space between them and begins unbuckling his belt, "Always so happy to see me," she murmurs, feeling languid as she reaches into his jeans and boxers, rubs the pre-cum off his tip and begins stroking him.

Usually, Klaus came apart pretty quickly in her hands or mouth, which was weird because unfortunately, some of the girls he'd dated had gushed about his skills to Caroline for her to know that this wasn't a regular thing for him, but this time, she couldn't get him there.

"What's wrong?" she asked, giving his still hard penis a gentle squeeze, "You need a moment?"

He shook his head, shifting a little closer to her, "It's nothing, just my head…" he stopped as she giggled at the bad choice of words, "Shut up and come here."

He pulls her in for another kiss, his free hand reaching under her top to squeeze her right breast and she drags her nails lightly along his shaft.

Still nothing.

"Screw it," she said, gasping for air when he finally released her, "Let's have sex."

"Can't…" he protested, backing away and leaning against a rickety shelf, gripping it with his hands as he tried to catch his breath, "Not a good idea."

"Why not?!" Caroline demanded, running a hand through her hair, "I'm not auditioning to become one of your bi-weekly bimbos, but I don't think there's much difference between friends-with-semi-benefits and full blown friends-with-full-benefits."

"Several reasons," he counters, "One, I use condoms but haven't been tested in four months so I could have something, two, we're both drunk, not past the point of consent but close enough for it to be a concern and three, I don't want to ruin our friendship when this becomes something emotional."

"You think I'm going to get emotional over sex with you?" she scoffed, putting her hand on her chest, "I'm emotionally invested in you as a friend but we've been doing foreplay since…forever, and I've never once needed to braid your hair and talk about my feelings afterward."

"I didn't say that you would," Klaus argued, somehow not making a ridiculous figure, even though his penis had somehow stayed erect. "You're putting words in my mouth."

There's several responses Caroline could make to that, a few of them involve slapping his face or stomping on his foot, but she struggles to remain calm because if he accuses her of getting emotional again, or worse, tells her to calm down, she may just have to kill him.

"I think you've confused me with the girls who turn up at your door after seven am looking to spend the rest of their STI ridden lives with you. We're friends-with-drunken-benefits, Klaus, that's it…You know what, take care of your own hard on, I wouldn't want to start crying while jerking you off."

She quickly makes sure she looks passably decent and storms out of the closet, careful to shut it quietly so nobody would hear the loud noise and come running.

The girl's bathroom is almost empty when she slips inside, clearing her throat self-consciously as the fake-brunette gives her a judgemental look as she washes her hands and reapplies her make-up.

Caroline's about to comment on the state of the other woman's dyed eyebrows when the toilet flushes and Davina comes out of the stall, giving the other woman a weird once-over before spotting Caroline. "This place is awesome!" she beams, before almost word-vomiting information to her about Josh and a potential after-school social media job and Caroline lets herself be distracted and soothed by the innocent girl.

When the two of them re-join Marcel and Stefan at the bar, it's to find Marcel looking pissed and Stefan quietly telling Caroline that Klaus had left quickly.

She laughs it off, "Chasing his girl of the week."

The bastard.