A/N : Hi guys this is a new drabble. It's actually inspired from a prompt drabble posted by Kisckassfu on tumblr about Klaroline loving walks.

This one is for themikealsoncupcake my sweetest friend Rachel. I hope you like it :)))

I hope you guys like it….

A Walk On The Beach

It was a peaceful night. The moon was nestled against the clouds in the inky blue horizon. A soft breeze blowing was like a soothing lullaby for his agitated mood. His agitation didn't need an occasion to surface, he was a temperamental man by nature and also his profession often left him so. However today like most of the days during a tour , he was on extra edge but it wasn't something a walk on a beach couldn't fix.

Klaus Mikealson always found a unique sense of serenity while walking or in this instance light jogging on the beach.

The angry waves crashed against the rocks and he felt a new melody humming in his mind. This new tune would fit perfectly with the lyrics he was working on he thought.

So engrossed was he with the blissful aura the night had woven around him that he didn't notice that there was someone else on the beach, until he heard the footsteps approaching him.

Not again he thought resigned. It was a given that the paps always followed him considering he was a famous British rockstar but he hadn't expected to be discovered so soon. He twisted his head slightly and saw a lean figure in a black hood marching towards him.

He surveyed a huge rock on one side and decided to give the pap a taste of his own medicine. Moving over to it he hid behind the rock. The figure stopped for a second as if looking for him but then the person started walking towards the rock he was hiding behind.

As soon the hooded person came close to him, he jumped out from behind the rock to scare them but he stumbled and taking the guy along with him he fell.

The next moment he saw he had crash landed on not a guy but a very stunning blonde with blue eyes like the horizon he had been admiring a few minutes ago and a very adorable scowl on her forehead.

"Get off of me you weirdo." she yelled closed to his eardrums and he winced.

He struggled but his feet slipped and again he was plastered against her very shapely figure.

"I'm sorry. Ah I'm trying but the sand is wet I suppose…"

"Try harder you creep. And stop squirming you giant….. Jellyfish." she pushed at his very strong shoulders.

Caroline Forbes had had a really hectic day at work, so she had decided upon a walk at the beach to get rid of some of her fatigue and frustration the day had brought.

She had been enjoying the tranquility of the night all by her lonesome or so she had thought when she saw a guy walking on the beach ahead of her. At first she had kept her distance but a few minutes later when she had stopped for a second to take out her ipod from her jacket pocket she saw he had vanished.

But adding to the "oh so fortunate" events of an already shitty day he hadn't, infact that jackass had apparently jumped at her like a flying ninja. And now was currently lying on top of her wriggling like a jellyfish on ocean-crack.

All his wriggling and flailing was causing some very unwanted sensations in various interesting parts of her body. So she yelled, "Get off of me you weirdo."

He tried and replied in a rich baritone voice and a to die for British accent but she didn't quite hear what he said since for like a tiniest second she felt lost in those midnight blue eyes.

He squirmed again and she jolted out of the spell and spat, "Try harder you stop squirming you giant ….. jellyfish." the British sexyness with pretty eyes was about to fall on her yet again so she pushed at his shoulders forcefully.

He fell back and the getting up extended a hand to help her up. She ignored it ,rolled those magnificent eyes at him and puckered her lower lip with disgust but somehow he found it cute.

"Did you just call me a Jelly-fish?"

"Yeah you were wriggling like one out of water. Thanks for dumping on an already shit-some day though. Ughh and they say chivalry is still a thing." Caroline got up and began shaking the sand of her clothes.

"I'm so sorry. I actually mistook you for someone else." Klaus explained.

"Who? A bear ? Is that why you decided to tackle me?" She asked.

"No. Paparazzi."

"Paparazzi? Who are you? Queen of England?" she snarked and he laughed liking the way she twitched her nose a little.

"Nope. But I'm Klaus Mikealson, lead singer of the British Rockband, Dreams Of You. Paparazzi are a professional hazard you know." surprised a little that she didn't know him.

"Ohhh. A rockstar. You mean like those tatt dudes who actually drum up ear jarring noises in the name of music." Caroline was never a judgemental bitch but that hunky delish rockstar had rubbed her the wrong way or maybe the right way so she ungraciously replied when he was smiling at her. Gosh he had the sexiest dimples ever when he smiled.

She wasn't a fan of rock music which explained why she didn't know him.

Her statement made him want to kiss that pout of that sassy mouth but he restrained his baser urges that she had awakened in him since he had fallen on her.

"I bet you are one of those snotty,la-di-da pretentious women who enjoy opera." he remarked.

She crossed her arms over chest. "I am not snotty and pretentious. And opera is a unique and artistic form of singing unlike the noisy ruckus you …." she was suddenly interrupted when he grabbed her and hid behind the same rock.

"Shhh." he whispered putting a finger on her soft pink lips.

Few men with cameras raced past them and when the crisis was averted he finally spoke, "See I told you."

He had his arm around her her back and she was flush against him. Her soft breasts pillowing against his chest. He felt a sharp stab of lust and reveled in it.

He leaned forward and took those satin lips in a hungry kiss.

Oh my god his lips should be banned she thought as he suckled on her lower lip. Her treacherous arms wound around his neck of their own volition and she kissed him back.

Klaus had kissed more than a fair share of women but this was so much more intense than anything he had ever felt. She kissed him back and he ran his hands lower and cupped her sexy bottom. It brought her back and she pushed him.

"What the hell? Why did you kiss me?" she asked.

He wanted to snatch her back in his arms.

"Because your lips were just there." Klaus replied knowing well that it would irritate her.

"What does that even mean? Excuse me? Do you just kiss any lips that happen to inhabit your vicinity?"

"Not any lips just the most interesting looking ones in my vicinity. Jokes aside I kissed you because I wanted to. I'll apologize if it was a little presumptuous of me however it won't be true since I don't feel sorry at all infact it was…. extraordinary to kiss a woman who I'm positive is special and full of light." he replied with that infuriatingly sexy smile and tucked his hands in his pockets as they were itching to touch her again.

Oh her little romantic heart was currently doing back flips like an acrobat. She knew it was a line, it had to be but the aching sincerity on his face stole her breath. She bit her lower lip and smiled forgetting her initial ire with him.

"Man that line you're good Mr Mikealson. So do you make a point of actually getting to know the owners of the interesting looking lips or is it just a bother for a Rockstar like you?"

"It's just too much of a bother usually but in your case I'll make a much wanted exception Miss.."

"Caroline Forbes." she answered.

"Caroline. Pretty I like it."

"Thanks." she smiled at him.

"Okay so were we?" he asked.

Her eyes widened as she mistook his meaning. He laughed and added, " I'm sorry I'm not trying to take any more liberties. I was asking about our debate regarding Rock Music and Opera. But I have a better idea. Why don't we resolve this another way?"

"What way?" she asked a little self conscious now that her anger had passed , she very much aware of him.

"How about I take you out at a Rock concert and you take me to an opera and we decide later who's right?"

"Are you asking me out Queen?" she sassed and he laughed again.

She was beautiful and smart. His walk out on the beach tonight had really turned out to be a blessing in disguise.

"Yes." seeing her hesitate he added quickly, " But think of it as an opportunity to prove yourself right about Rock Music being a ruckus-ish noise fest. So?"

"I like being right you know.I'm in Rockstar." she smiled and it touched his heart.

"So how's day after tomorrow."

"Day after tomorrow is good."

"Fantastic." he replied and then together they began walking on the beach under starry sky with a full moon.

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