When You Least Expect It:
Adult Supervision
Who even rented porn from a video store anymore? That was the question Klaus Mikaelson found himself muttering after his baby brother somehow managed to blackmail him into running the dirty errand for him. It was supposed to be simple: Get in, get out, no need for more embarrassment than absolutely necessary. But once he'd set eyes on the blonde haired beauty working behind the counter, he realized that maybe a little embarrassment could go a long way.
Written by: klarolineepiclove
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"You're bloody joking."
Klaus could do nothing but stare incredulously at his younger brother as they sat outside the brightly lit building.
Kol was nodding, a grin on his face, his lower lip captured behind between his teeth. One long arm was draped over the back of his headrest, his fingers tapping an anxious rhythm against it. He shrugged.
"I'm not allowed inside."
Klaus' eyebrow arched.
Sighing, Kol motioned towards the entrance. "I'm on their Wall of Shame. I step foot in this establishment, and bad things will happen." His brother's expression remained unchanging, and he groaned, shifting in his seat so he could fully face him. "Come on, Nik! Do your baby brother a favor here. I ask for so little."
Klaus snorted, shaking his head.
"This will have been the third favor this week alone I'll be doing for you, little brother." He sighed, watching Kol shrug. "What did you do to end up on this alleged Wall of Shame?"
A bright shit-eating grin adorned the younger Mikaelson's face as he laughed, his dark eyes alight with the memory. He shrugged. "Let's just say that there is quite the fetching young lass that works here who just couldn't handle my suggestions at how perfectly ebony and ivory would live in harmony together."
Klaus rolled his eyes. Of course it would be a sexual harassment thing. Kol always did have a knack for taking his flirtations just a tad too far. He found himself feeling sorry for the young woman that had the misfortune of catching his brother's eye, but at the same time was oddly impressed that she apparently fought back.
Though his brother's banishment from the establishment was causing quite the problem now.
"Well?" Kol asked.
"You do realize, Kol, that this sort of thing is what the internet is for?"
"And get swindled by their disguised membership fees and hidden costs? Bullocks, Nik. Why the world is so set on being so ahead of the times…what happened to the smell of musty books and the scratch of pen on paper? Authenticity, Nik, that's what this is. This is me taking a stand against the barbaric onslaught of modern technology."
Klaus smirked, turning the key in the ignition as he turned back towards the windshield. "Yes, well, this is me taking a stand against your perversions and the need to pull all of us in with them."
Kol's eyes narrowed, his expression darkening as he leaned forwards. "Do this for me, Niklaus, or Bekah just might happen upon the information of what truly ruined her romantic getaway with that blonde dunderhead football player."
The blonde growled low in his throat, his lips turning up in a grimace, as he killed the ignition.
Kol grinned in triumph, reaching over and slapping his brother on the back. "Now remember…redheaded and voluptuous."
Klaus sneered at him, ripping open the door with a growl and slamming it shut behind him. He gritted his teeth as he caught his younger brother sticking his head out the driver's side window, a grin on his face.
"Or a parody! You can't go wrong with This Ain't the Jetsons!
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As he stalked into the video rental store, Klaus couldn't help but look around with disinterest.
It wasn't that he was a snob. He could understand the appeal of video rentals. Some people didn't have the good fortune to possess a computer, let alone wifi—though at times, he found himself wondering how the other half of the world survives without it—so forking out a few bucks for a week long movie that no doubt would be watched again and again wasn't a horrible investment.
He supposed he was a bit spoiled, what with his streaming Netflix and his DVR. He never even had to leave the comfort of his home to catch up on missed seasons of The Walking Dead or Game of Thrones.
He sighed, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket as he leisurely walked along the green and orange carpeting. Various movie posters adorned the walls, all happy and bright family films, no doubt to make sure no wandering child was frightened by grisly images. The sounds of some upbeat Disney tune was pouring from the speakers, the numerous flat screens mounted to the walls flashing with images of dancing candlesticks and singing teapots.
He cringed. He always did detest those foolish children's fables.
His eyes scanned the rest of the store, noting the few straggling customers perusing the stacks of classic cinema and a young teenage boy laughing as he read the back of a Stand Up Comedian special.
His steps slowed, however, when his eyes finally passed over the checkout counter, and landed on the cashier that was seated behind the large orange counter.
She was exquisite. Long blonde curls framed a bright, expressive face. Big blue eyes danced with laughter as she talked to a dark skinned young woman who stood at her side, the smile on her face nearly dazzling him from across the store.
He stared, unable to tear his gaze away. She was slender, a pale pink sundress hugging her every curve. A delicate heart shaped necklace was worn around her neck, glinting in the overhead lights as it dangled just above her bosom.
Her laugh was light and lilting, her blue eyes dancing with what he could only describe as pure light.
She was stunning. Beautiful. Breathtaking.
The phone in his pocket started to buzz frantically, and he gritted his teeth as he tore his gaze away from the blonde siren across the room, fishing the irritating piece of technology out and swiping his finger across the screen. He rolled his eyes in irritation when his brother's face smiled up at him, and he scoffed as his eyes scoured the message on the screen.
"Horny Grannies?" Klaus muttered, jumping slightly when he heard a throat clear at his side, his eyes darting up to catch sight of an older couple glaring disapprovingly at him from their place in the Classics Section. He offered them a smile, chuckling under his breath, and ducked his head, hurrying towards the back of the store as he shoved his phone back to its rightful place in his pocket.
He followed the orange and red carpet as it winded towards the back of the store, lifting his gaze to see the block lettered sign hanging above a pair of swinging wooden doors that read "Adult Room," and he could feel the faint blush creep up the back of his neck as he neared them. He slowed his steps, glancing over his shoulder, and his breath nearly caught in his throat when he met the eyes of the pretty blonde customer rep across the store.
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Caroline had noticed him the second he'd walked through the doors.
Bonnie had been going on about the new candy shipment they'd received that morning, and how she had no idea how people could possibly want to eat pure sugar goo, when she'd seen him from the corner of her eyes.
He'd walked into the store, tall and blonde and broad shouldered, piercing blue eyes taking in every detail with painstaking clarity. She'd tried to appear nonchalant as she twisted around on her chair, her eyes following him as he slowly made his way into the store, walking with what she could only describe as pure swag. His strides were long and confident, giving off the aura of a man who knew how to take charge and knew exactly what he wanted.
"Caroline."
She jumped in her chair, blue eyes widening as she whirled around the look at her friend and coworker. Bonnie was looking at her with a knowing smile, her head tilted to the side and arms crossed over her chest as she arched an eyebrow at her in amusement.
"What?"
Bonnie laughed, shaking her head. "Don't 'what' me, Forbes. If eye sexing was a form of assault, they'd be hauling your ass out of this store in handcuffs." Caroline laughed, shaking her head, and turned her attention back to the hunk of man candy that was now leisurely making his way across the store. "Who is he?"
She shrugged, drumming her fingers on the countertop. "Never seen him before." She watched as he stopped in his steps, his eyes downcast and fixated on the phone in his hands. His fingers were flying across the screen, and Caroline found herself wondering what kind of hands he possessed. Would they be calloused? She was getting an awfully strong artsy vibe from him. Maybe a sculptor or a painter. A musician, perhaps. But he also carried himself with such grace and charisma, so maybe his hands were soft and gentle. Worn, but not in a rough way. Strong. Powerful. Seductive.
Her heart froze in her chest when his eyes suddenly raised and connected with hers, a near unbearable shiver shooting down her spine at the sheer intensity of his gaze. Even from across the room, she could feel it down to her toes.
It was like something straight out of one of the Disney movies she spent hours of her shift watching over and over again: Boy sees girl...girl sees boy...sparks fly...
And then the sparks fizzle and pop the second he disappears through the saloon style doors straight into the Adult Section.
Caroline could feel her earlier excitement and anticipation drain from her body quicker than she could grasp, her eyes watching the doors swinging slowly behind the man's departing figure. It figured...it ALWAYS figured.
"Can't one guy-just one, single cute guy-walk into this freaking store and not automatically go back to the room of Boobs and Bush?"
Bonnie snorted next to her, her hands making quick work of sorting through the newly arrived product and arranging them in neat piles for later distribution. "You know how it is, Care," she murmured. "Why pay for the dinner and the romance when you can have a 'Wham, Bam, Thank You Ma'am' with yourself and avoid all the trouble? Besides, a guy that hot? You know he was bound to show up with some kind of serious issues."
Caroline sighed, shaking her head. "Still..."
The doors to the Adult Section swung open with a bang, and they both lifted their heads to see the man making his way towards the counter, a clear plastic dvd case clenched in his hand, his face clenched tightly as he muttered under his breath, sliding his cellphone back into his pocket with a look of disdain.
Caroline raised herself to her full height, forcing a pleasant, customer service friendly smile onto her face as he approached, her eyes quickly taking in the sight of him so much closer, while trying to keep the disappointment from clouding her blue orbs as he tossed the dvd onto the orange countertop. "Find everything okay?"
His eyes lifted, and the stern expression faded from his face, his lips tugging up into a devilishly flirtatious smirk, and Caroline could feel her stomach clench at the simple sight. "As well as to be expected, love."
She tried to push down the butterflies that fluttered in her stomach at the delicious way the words seemed to roll of his tongue in a deep accented voice, or the way his deep blue eyes bore into hers. She chose to instead focus on the menial task in front of her: Remove the security pin from the dvd-while trying to not roll her eyes and cringe at the topless, big breasted woman that smirked up at her from the disc.
"Busty Baseball Beauties, huh?" she found herself asking, unable to stop the words from slipping out of her mouth. She could practically hear Bonnie's head whip around to stare at her, while the handsome dimpled man in front of her merely frowned, tilting his head to the side.
"Pardon me?"
Her eyes widened for a brief, unprepared moment. What was she doing? She knew better. They drilled it into your head the second you started this job: You don't judge. No judging. The customers aren't here for your opinions and comments-they were here for their own pleasure and preferences.
No matter how tasteless and naked their preferences may be.
He was still looking at her, Bonnie's gaze boring into the back of her head, and she laughed uncomfortably, shaking her head. "Nothing. I'm sorry."
She snatched up the laminated membership card that he had placed on the counter, swiping it with much more force than was really necessary, only half paying attention to the member information that popped up on the screen.
"Hmm," Mr. Dimples murmured. "I'm curious, sweetheart. Is undisguised disdain part of the job qualification, or is that just an added bonus?"
Her eyes snapped back up to his, noting the glint in his eyes, the teasing edge to his voice, and she tried to squash the sudden thundering of her heart in her chest. Her gaze dropped to his smirking lips, then back up to his piercing stare, her own lips twitching into an unbidden smile.
"Well, really, it's none of my business. I mean, whatever floats your boat and all that, but it's a little unrealistic, isn't it?" She scrunched up her face, shifting on her feet as she looked at him. "I mean, voluptuous, perfectly shaped women in far too tight fitting mock baseball uniforms, moaning and groaning in far too loud of decibels. Seriously?"
Something small and round smacked into the back of her head-she estimated from Bonnie's general direction-and she shook it off, biting the inside of her lip to keep from turning and hissing at her friend.
"Well, everyone has their own kinks, love," he replied, shrugging his shoulders and lifting his hands until they rested palm down on the counter. "Who are you or I to judge that? Even the purest hearts are drawn to a bit of temptation now and then."
"Sure, but there's a difference between temptation and perversion."
"Caroline," Bonnie hissed behind her.
Mr. Dimples smiled. "Caroline." Even her name rolled off his tongue like silk. "Well...you have me there. Shame there's such a fine line then, isn't it? After all, aren't some form of perversion tempting? Wasn't that why that whole 50 Shades nonsense was such a hit? The seduction behind it? The pure, unadulterated desire to walk on that dark side? The allure of giving in to your baser, more primal urges, if even just once?"
The deep huskiness of his voice washed over her, making her breath catch and her skin flush, both attributes that didn't go unnoticed by Mr. Dimples, whose smirk grew and whose eyes seemed to darken to a near black as he took in her new rosy hue.
She scoffed, shaking herself out of her reverie. "There is no 'allure' to anything," she protested. "None of this," she waved the offending dvd case in the air. "Is real. Okay?"
"Caroline," Bonnie said again, louder and more firm, and the blonde ignored her completely, so lost in her own tirade and the anger she felt that the first guy that had struck her fancy in over three years-three, long years-was more interested in mock sexual intercourse than the real thing.
"Sex is not like this. I mean, seriously, these are actors, paid to behave like this. Sex is not that satisfying."
A deep, amused chuckle escaped him then, and he leaned towards her, resting his forearms against the counter. "Well, clearly you're not doing it right then, love."
The deafening sound of dozens of boxes of pre-packaged candies and chocolates toppling to the ground resounded suddenly, and Caroline jumped, taking a deep breath to steel herself against the sudden explosion of heat that erupted from her very core-and yes, she meant THAT core-as she spun around to see Bonnie fumbling with yellow boxes of Milk Duds and Lemonheads, her dark skin flushed an even deeper shade as she lifted a pair of disbelieving eyes. Her lips parted into a perfect O shape as she stared at her, and Caroline widened her eyes, shaking her head the slightest bit before turning back around, plastering a smile to her face and vowing to herself that she wouldn't play his games anymore.
No, she'd dated the porn loving scumbag before. She'd dated the guy who glued himself to the TV with a lust filled gaze and no concern for her. She'd dated Mr. Rosy Palm, and was left with nothing but disappointment and bitterness.
And she didn't care how adorable his dimples were, or how temptuous his eyes might be, or how his very voice could send a shiver down her spine-she wouldn't fall for it again.
She sighed, watching his gaze settle on her face. "Look, Mr..." She snuck a peek at the computer screen, her lips turning down into a frown as she finally took in the information that flashed before her. "Mikaelson. You're not Kol Mikaelson."
"No, and thank God for that," he laughed. "See, funny story-my git of a younger brother apparently thought he could pull one over on you lovely ladies by sending me in his stead while he waits in the car. Something about harassment or other such thing that resulted in his banishment from this establishment, a fact that I'm not all surprised by. He has quite a few cringe worthy habits, as that piece of smut only goes to prove."
Caroline blinked, her gaze shifting from the dvd in her hand to him, and back again, once more, before she opened her mouth to speak. "Your brother?"
The other Mikaelson brother nodding, his smirk growing as he took in her flustered expression.
"Call me Klaus."
"Kol Mikaelson?!" Bonnie screeched from her place on the floor, her dark curls flying as she shot to her feet, her eyes snapping to the large windows that overlooked the parking lot, narrowing when she caught sight of the idling vehicle and the smug, smirking individual that sat inside it. "Ebony and ivory...that perverted little monkey."
Caroline shifted out of the way when her friend stomped off the stage, hands balled into fists at her side as she shoved her way through the door, her voice echoing as she shouted Kol's name, and she watched with rapt fascination as the young man stumbled from the car, grinning at her, before laughing as Bonnie shoved him against the car, wagging her finger in his face, her angry reprimands muffled through the glass.
A long second passed before Caroline returned her gaze to Klaus, an uneasy, embarrassed smile spreading across her face when she caught him still gazing at her, a smirk on his face. "So...I'm guessing the porn wasn't for you."
He shook his head. "No, I, uh...I prefer the real thing." He grinned. "Much more satisfying in my opinion." He leaned towards her again. "Fancy grabbing a drink later? Now that we've established I'm not one of those crude men you curl your lip at and shrink away in disgust?" He watched with rapt pleasure as that lovely blush settled against her skin again, and he realized there was nothing more he'd rather see than that very thing, for as long as she'd allow him to make it happen. "What do you say, love? Everyone can do with a little whetting of desire."
A shy, but damn near seductive smile crossed her face then, and his eyes stayed glued to her lips as her teeth captured the lower one in its confines. "And what desire would we be whetting? The one for a drink, or the one for...satisfaction?"
He grinned. "Whatever floats your boat, darling."
She laughed, the sound ringing in his ears, and his smile widened.
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A low growl escaped Klaus' throat when Caroline roughly shoved him against the brick wall of the video store, the dim lighting from the lone streetlamp in the alley casting misshapen shadows on the pavement below their feet.
He'd followed her out the back exit once she'd finished her shift, prepared to dose out every ounce of charm he had on the petite blonde spitfire to guarantee himself a second date, and had been pleasantly surprised when she all but jumped him the second the door slammed shut behind them.
Her hands grasped at his shirt, tugging and pulling it free from the waistband of his pants, and he gritted his teeth when her sharp nails scraped down the length of his lean torso, his own hands tightening around her waist.
Her lips were attacking the column of his neck, the exposed skin of his collarbone-seemingly every expanse of flesh they could reach. He growled when her teeth nipped playfully at his neck, her muffled laughter mixing with her quiet sighs and moans as his hands slid over her hips, down her sides, until they cupped her bottom, tugging sharply and pulling her flush against him.
Her surprised gasp brought a devilish smirk to his lips, and he used her momentary hesitation to take control, capturing her mouth with his and dueling her tongue with his moaned against him, her palms flattening against his stomach before they inched upwards, pulling the grey Henley up with them. They broke apart only long enough for Caroline to pull the shirt over his head and off to the side before they kissed again, her arms wrapping around his neck as she pressed herself impossibly closer.
His fingers were kneading the plump flesh of her rear, before they slid down achingly slow until they reached the hem of her dress, dancing across the sensitive skin of her thighs, and they were both surprised by the wanton moan that escaped her lips.
Klaus' mouth tore away from hers only to move to her neck, nipping and licking and sucking at the smooth, flawless flesh he found there, taking a step and shifting their positions until she was the one pressed against the wall, his hips grinding against hers as her legs bracketed his waist.
"Quite an interesting turn of events," he murmured into her skin. "Lecturing me on the evils and unreality of smut films, only to re enact your own scene in the darkened alleyway."
Her breathy laugh crashed against his ear. "Well, you were the one who said it was more realistic than I realized." She pressed a kiss to the shell of his ear, her teeth tugging at his earlobe as her fingers played with the blonde curls at the base of his neck. "So show me."
His cock tightened at her blatant dare, her eager hands already tugging at his belt buckle, and he wasted no time in hiking her pink sundress up around her hips, allowing his eyes to rake across her splendid form, darkening once he caught sight of the sorry excuse for lingerie that separated him from the place he truly longed to see.
The clink of metal hitting metal echoed through the alley, and Caroline nearly let out a shout of triumph when she wrestled down the zipper of his jeans, tugging the offending pants down his legs, her hand instantly going to stroke him as soon as he was freed. A broken moan greeted her faint touch, and she smirked in triumph, letting her hand travel the impressive length of him, from tip to base, again and again until his tight grip caught her wrist, halting her action.
"As much as I'd love for you to keep doing that, sweetheart, I believe you offered me a challenge," he hissed.
"I did," she countered, her mouth dropping open when his hands teased her through the thin silk of her underwear. "Sure you've got what it takes?"
He laughed, pressing a kiss to the side of her neck as his fingers toyed with the waistband of her thong. "Why don't you be the judge of that?" And before she could even form a reply, his hands were sliding the flimsy garment down her legs and her feet left the ground, her heels digging into the small of his back as he wrapped legs around his waist, her hands bracing themselves against his shoulders as he pressed another fiery kiss to her lips, and then he was thrusting into her.
Caroline cried out, tossing her head back and digging her nails into his shoulders as he stretched her, every long, tantalizing inch of him, until she didn't think she could bear it. Then he was pulling out of her, slowly-oh so achingly slow-and thrusting into her again, the bare skin of her shoulders scraping against the harsh brick behind them with every movement.
He groaned, peppering the skin of her chest that lay exposed above her neckline with open mouthed kisses, her skin the sweetest thing he'd ever tasted. Her wet hot heat was pulling him in, clenching around him, and he dug his hands into the small of her back as he pressed her harder against the wall.
"Yes," he heard her panting above him. "Oh, God, yes, don't stop. Please, don't stop."
Her moaned pleas were intoxicating, washing over him and he groaned into her neck, his thrusts picking up speed and force, until he was pounding up into her, her cries echoing against the alleyway, the sharp sting of her nails in the skin of his shoulders sending an indescribable mix of pain and pleasure through him.
"Klaus, oh my God," she cried, pressing her lips against his as she writhed against him. "Fuck, I'm so close. Jesus, oh, God don't stop!"
Her legs were tightening around him, her lips assaulted his with a ferocity that both surprised and aroused him, and then she was gasping, crying out against him, her head tossed back and blonde curls cascaded over her shoulders as her walls clenched around him.
He was mesmerised, watching her face-a mask of completely ecstasy-as she came around him, her small, sated whimpers crashing down around him, and when she tilted her head back down to gaze into his eyes-her own wonderstruck-it was the final pull he needed to find his own release.
He moaned blissfully as the tension between his legs was relieved, his orgasm pulsing through him as her lips traced the curve of his jaw.
They collapsed against each other, Klaus bracing one hand against the wall next to her shoulder to keep from crushing her against it, and they both fought to catch their breath. One by one, her legs slid down from around his waist, her feet settling on the ground. He pushed away from her, righting her rumpled sundress back around her legs before pulling his pants back up, quickly fastening belt as he leaned forward to capture her lips once more.
She giggled against his lips, one hand coming up to trace the curve of his neck. She broke away, resting her forehead against his. "Wow."
He laughed, pecking her lips with his. "Real enough for you, love?"
"And then some," she nodded, pulling away and running a hand through her tousled tresses. She watched as he smirked, crossing to the other side of the alley and picking up his shirt, shaking it out a few times before slipping it over his head. She eyed the way the muscles in his arms and back flexed with his every move, and she could feel that familiar stirring in the pit of her stomach return when he turned back to her.
"Still fancy that drink?"
She grinned, nodding, and skipped over to him, sliding her arm through his as she nuzzled against his chest. "I know the perfect place."
Klaus pressed a kiss to the top of her head, relishing in the feel of her against him. And to think this all started out because his baby brother had a hankering for poorly shot smut films...
He would have to remember to thank Kol one day.
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Shout out to Becky (a-little-blonde-distraction) for being my partner in crime!