"You know this guy, Six?" Jax asked, after Caroline had left Klaus' embrace.
"Uh, yeah."
"An old friend, you could say. I'm Klaus." Klaus stuck out his hand to shake Jax's. The boy looked at the hand, then at Caroline, then back at the hand, and seemingly decided to go with the friendly route. He shook Klaus' hand, and tried not to whimper at the amount of pressure he received from the hand shake.
"So, how'd you get in Klaus?" Jen eyed him. Everyone in the room picked up on Caroline's panic, and the group had come to care about her in the short amount of time.
"Uh, they gave me room five." Klaus held up his keycard, feigning innocence.
Caroline knew better.
"You should go talk to the front desk about another room."
"They said this was the only room that's available."
"It's winter break. It's December. Rich kids aren't coming here in December to ski the slopes when it's literally always snowing. There are rooms available."
"Oh, so your friends are poor?"
"They're dedicated to the sport, Klaus!"
"Right, I'm sure hero hair here is a master skier."
"Since when do you even like skiing? Don't you have better things to do? Run an empire, perhaps? Maybe steal Tiny Tim's crutches?"
"Have you read Dickens yet? I assumed you would have picked him up after I mentioned it."
"And mailed me first edition copies of every piece of work he's ever written."
"You sound mad, love. I thought you would have enjoyed them."
"Klaus, what are you doing here?" She demanded, stomping her foot.
"Love, I came to ski. I love this particular resort, and Sweden, and-"
"So your family kicked you out, then? Again." Klaus staggered back, and Caroline regretted the words that had flown out of her mouth as soon as she saw the hurt in his eyes. He shook his head.
"It was nice meeting you all. I'll see about another room. Sorry for bothering you." He turned and left the room, slamming the door so hard Caroline felt it in her bones. She looked after him, at a loss for words, and was surprised to feel the burn of tears in her eyes. She refused to let them spill over onto her cheeks.
Not now. Not while she was having fun.
"Hey, Six, come on. Let's play strip poker. We can make popcorn." She felt Jax on her shoulder and turned, smiling thankfully and nodding.
The rest of the group lay passed out around Caroline and Aarush, who sat in the middle of it all, the brown skinned man finally getting enough energy to put his shirt on after their game, which had ended an hour ago. Caroline had not. She lay on the floor, holding a joint which Jen had handed her before joining Francine on the couch and promptly passing out. She brought it to her lips and closed her eyes, breathing deeply, wishing it would actually do something for her. She handed it to Aarush who took a hit and waiting a moment before asking what was on everyone in that room's mind.
"Who was that guy, Six?"
"He told you. An old friend."
"Why were you… you seemed happy at first, but then it was like you forced yourself to panic."
"We should get a Christmas tree."
"I'm Hindu, you know. But I still love the Christmas season. I still love to give and receive gifts and decorate trees."
"It's just not about Jesus?"
"It's just not about Jesus."
"Nothing in my life's been about Jesus for a long, long time."
"Nothing in this world has." They passed it with each thought that came to their heads.
"His name is Klaus. He… it's hard to explain. He was bad, ruined lives. Then he wasn't so bad. Then he loved me. I tried everything to resist. Then I maybe loved him a little bit, too."
"Then?"
"He left."
"Shit."
"Yeah."
She supposed she shouldn't be here.
But the compulsion route had just been so easy, and now she was standing in front of room two in building one.
And she was knocking. She heard him freeze and listen, and she breathed out his name.
"Klaus." The door opened not a second later.
The two of them made quite a pair, Caroline in her cheesy Christmas sweater and leggings, Klaus in his dark jeans and wool sweater, the two separated by the doorway and eyeing each other warily.
"Don't you look like a college student."
"Don't you look like a college professor."
"Thinking of roleplay, love?" He smirked, and all was right in her world again.
"Seriously?!" Her voice was shrill, and all was right in his world again. He stepped back and motioned towards the room which was oddly identical to hers. She stepped inside and only made it to the living room before she whipped around. "Did you know I was here?"
"Caro-"
"Did. You know. I was here?" He open and closed his mouth like a fish, and Caroline enjoyed the sight of him uncomfortable.
"Yes." He admitted.
"How? Klaus, I swear if you're still keeping tabs on me I am actually going to kill you."
"You might be hard pressed to find a method, love, but fear not, you won't have to. I'm not."
"So how'd you know?"
"Elijah told me."
"So you had your brother keep tabs on me instead? Nice."
"Caroline-"
"You know, Klaus, I'm getting sick of this. You never respect my wishes. I asked you to leave. I gave you what you wanted. Leaving means gone, gone from my life. Not sending stupidly expensive gifts and showing up on my winter break!"
"Elijah wanted to know how a last minute reservation snuck its way into our family's ski resort. And saw your name."
"Last minute? Klaus, it was six months in advance!"
"And to get a room people have to call twelve months in advance. I thought compulsion was below you, Miss Forbes."
"Why'd you have to show up? Why couldn't you just let me have this? This one thing. I mean, if you saw the reservation you would have known I was coming alone, and therefore wanted to be alone."
"You didn't look alone to me."
"I made friends, so what?"
"Jax didn't seem like just a friend." Klaus spit out, and Caroline laughed.
"Well he is. ANd even if he isn't, it's none of your business, Klaus! It stopped being your business the moment you left."
"I'm a bit lost here, love. Did you want me to leave or not? Because if I remember correctly, your exact words were, 'You have to leave and promise to never come back.'"
"Why did you come?"
"I missed you!" He threw out, and it hung in the air between them for what seemed like eternity. When he spoke it was barely above a whisper. "I missed you and you didn't want me contacting you at all, because you consider that a form of 'coming back'. But this isn't coming back. It's just going on holiday and running into you."
"Klaus-"
"I booked the next flight out. You don't have to worry about dealing with me."
"Don't take it." He looked at her, eyes full of silent questions. "This can just be… fun on break. I mean, you can go if you wa-" She was silenced by being slammed into the wall, his mouth vicious against hers, exploring every inch, claiming every inch- reclaiming every inch. His hand ghosted the side of her face, but tightened to a grip when she slipped her hands under his shirt. Her legs wrapped around his waist and she groaned into him. Slipped her Christmas sweater and dropped it next to her. She worked on removing his shirt and he expertly removed her red lace bra, groaning at the side of her creamy breasts. She got frustrating as they passed through the doorway to the bedroom and ripped his sweater into two pieces. He chuckled into her neck, and she arched her back as he layed her down, pulling off her leggings leisurely.
"Klaus, come on."
"I plan to take my time on you, love." He pulled the cloth past her knees and she screamed in frustration.
"Klaus Mikaelson, I swear if you do not-" She was interrupted by him tearing into her matching panties, and groaned even as she protested. "Seriously?! What is with you and ruining all of my favorite clothes, I mean," She cried out as he thrust into her, somehow having gotten his pants off. He only filled her about halfway, and she put her legs up, attempting to slide forward further onto him. He held her off, leaning forward and putting his hot, wet tongue on her nipple. One of his calloused fingers gently woke her clitoris up. "Klaus, please." She breathed out, panting already.
"Please what."
"Fill me." It was a matter of milliseconds before he thrust his whole cock into her, relishing in the sound of her screams. He pulled back and thrust again, over and over, until he could barely hold on. He could tell she was at the brink, too. He slowed, and she dug her fingernails into his chest. He went at a slow pace, watching her ecstasy with fascination.
How was it, after all these years, he had never seen anything so beautiful?
She came underneath him. He knew as soon as her walls tightened around him and he thrust once more, watching as she spiraled down. He pulled out of her, his cock still hard. She looked down, dismayed.
"Love, I held on. I was ready. I just wanted it to last for you. I'll make you come three more times… then you can have your way with me." She grinned, pulling him onto the bed, flipping him, and straddling him. She leaned down and brushed his face with her hair, whispering.
"Merry Christmas Eve to me." He chuckled.
"Indeed." He reached a hand up and held her boob, running a thumb over her nipple.
"Are you ready, love?"
"Fuck me until I see stars, Klaus." She lowered herself onto him, groaning out his name once more.
