Originally Posted: February 20th, 2016

Senioritis

An anonymous request read: "klaroline drabble where they are dating secretly and he texts her during class then hot smutty makeout in janitors closet or bathroom."It's been too long since I last got a drabble request so thank you. Not exactly sure that I can pull off the smutty, but I tried. And as my favorite philosopher, Homer Simpson, once said "trying is the first step towards failure." Hope this is what you wanted. Thanks again for finding your way into my inbox! (Spoiler alert I am a bit of a math geek. So that explains that.)

Caroline's senior year of high school should've been a breeze. She'd died, her father had died, and a few of her closest friends had died. Really, what was a calculus test compared to fangs and sudden immortality? There shouldn't be anything that high school could throw at her that her "afterlife" hadn't already tried.

As Caroline adjusted to life as a vampire the exciting became even more exhilarating and the mundane became even more excruciating. Even so–of all the things vampires were able to overcome–you'd think senioritis wouldn't pose a threat. And yet Caroline was looking at the prospect of having the first A- other high school career. Junior year her best friend since pre-k was being used as part of a creepy hybrid sacrifice and Caroline had maintained her 4.0 without blinking an eye, but now her attention seemed to be focused…elsewhere.

Okay, so maybe blaming senioritis was unfair. Her extracurriculars lately have become more R rated than usual, but in her defense Tyler had never really helped her with her vampire urges.

A girl had needs, okay? Or at least that's what she told herself the first time she'd fallen into bed with Klaus Mikaelson.

In the beginning playing the distraction had been fun. It was nice to step outside of the usual Mystic Falls norm. She'd enjoyed flirting harmlessly and being able to let loose a little. After all, at the end of the day what could an original hybrid really want with a small town pageant queen?

Unfortunately, Caroline could only pretend for so long. After the distraction phase of their relationship ended, she'd comforted herself by saying, "it's not really that bad. You don't really like him, it's just nice to feel wanted."

Eventually Caroline went from wanting him to want her, to actually wanting him.

"This is a one time thing, just to get you out of my system," she'd told him while rolling around in his excessively large bed.

He just smirked in response, knowing she was wrong. And she was.

For the past few weeks they'd kept everything a secret. Not even his siblings, with their annoyingly good hearing, knew that Caroline was the one putting the extra bounce in the original hybrid's step.

Funny, in the beginning she'd been the one trying to distract him, but now it was exactly the other way around and today was a prime example of that.

It's Thursday during third her period calculus class when he decides to break one of her most sacred relationship rules.

No texting during class. Valedictorians don't get distracted by boyfriends.

Klaus, 12:45 PM:

Hello, love.

Caroline, 12:46 PM:

I'm in class.

She gives him the benefit of a doubt, maybe her forgot. He is like ancient, and dementia is a thing.

Klaus, 12:46 PM:

I know.

Of course he does.

Caroline, 12:48 PM:

You know I'm practically failing calc. I don't have time for your annoying-hybrid ass right now.

Coughing the teacher sends her a look and she quickly apologizes, putting her phone in her pocket. She can feel it buzzing and as stubborn as she is, she can't hold herself back from checking his reply.

Klaus, 12:48 PM:

You know as well as I, love, that an A- is not anywhere close to failing.

Klaus, 12:48 PM:

Although, I'd be happy to give you some one on one tutoring sessions, if you're interested.

Klaus 12:49 PM:

Also, you didn't find my ass all that annoying when you were ogling it this morning from across the grill.

Caroline 12:56 PM:

I don't ogle.

Klaus, 12:56 PM:

If that's what you have to tell yourself…

Caroline, 12:57:

I don't!

Klaus, 12:58 PM:

It's nothing to be ashamed of. I can't keep my eyes off you either. Especially when you're rolling out of my bed, completely ravished.

Blunt and to the point. Caroline really shouldn't expect anything else from Klaus at this point, but still she can't help the fact that her heart's beginning to beat a little faster.

Klaus follows up his previous text by, of course, playing innocent.

Klaus, 1:00 PM:

What are you learning right now in class?

Caroline, 1:00 PM:

Integrals.

Klaus. 1:01 PM:

Perhaps I can be of some assistance, I seem to be rather adept at finding just the right area under a curve.

Caroline stifles a laugh and the students around her look at her funny.

Caroline 1:03 PM:

No.

Klaus, 1:03 PM:

No, what?

Caroline 1:04 PM:

I know what you're doing and I'm busy, I have class and I value my education too much to let you steer me off course.

Klaus, 1:05 PM:

How many times do I have to tell you, love? You're a vampire, human things don't matter anymore.

Caroline, 1:06 PM:

I'm ignoring you now

With that last text she turns her phone off, but she should've known better. After how she left this morning, Klaus wasn't about to let her off the hook easy.

Usually, Caroline keeps things nice and tidy. She doesn't sleep over on weeknights and she doesn't start things she can't finish.

This morning she'd broken both of those rules. She was so tired and Klaus's bed was so comfortable…long story short she left Klaus wanting more while she ran out the door trying her hardest not to get, yet another, tardy on her record.

That explained why Klaus chose to play dirty.

Due to their–at times excessive–blood sharing habits, they had a connection which was hard to explain. There were times when they could feel one another's emotions. Other times they could see things the other was thinking and right now Klaus was thinking some rather impure thoughts.

Trying to scribble down notes on how to find the area between two curves was extremely difficult when her body was reacting to images of Klaus's teeth scraping down breasts or his tongue bringing her to near bliss.

Trying to block him out, she could feel her body growing hotter and hotter, only to be held back from release–not that she really wanted to have an orgasm in the middle of a math lesson.

Standing up quickly, she makes up a lame excuse about it being her time of the month to the teacher who–being in possession of a Y chromosome–has no idea how to react to her admission and waves her off without second thought.

Turning on her phone, she shoots Klaus a text.

Caroline 1:22 PM:

Upstairs bathroom. You have ten minutes.

Klaus 1:31 PM:

All I need is five.