Klaroline Fanfiction Week Day 6: Office

This is from an elaborate prompt from realynn8: Smut!

In which Caroline has something else for Klaus to work on.

"Klaus! I am so bored, aren't you done already?"

Klaus barely raised his head at the complaint. It was about the tenth one this hour, he hesitated to think about how many he had heard over the course of the afternoon. Caroline had taken up position on the sofa in his office and she was now sprawled across it, head hanging back over the arm, glaring at him upside down.

"Sweetheart, I told you I had a lot of things to go over today," Klaus sighed, putting down his pen. "Why didn't you go shopping with Bekah? I know how you enjoy using my credit card."

Caroline scrunched her face at him. "Because Stefan is in town this weekend so Rebekah will be spending every minute available mooning over him. Pass," she said, throwing her arms up into the arm in exasperation.

"Well, then why didn't you go see Stefan? Show him around."

"Hello? Did you miss the part about Rebekah stalking him? I wasn't joking, it'd be either all kissy face or 'why won't he look at me?' constantly. It would be Stebekah overload," she whined, rubbing her hands over her eyes.

Though he had no idea what in the world 'Stebekah' was, Klaus knew better than to ask. "Well, what about your other friends, you-"

An unintelligible whine interrupted him. The hybrid only raised an eyebrow, knowing if an argument reached this stage the best thing to do was to back away slowly.

Caroline dragged her hands down her face before sitting upright, crossing her arms over her chest as she fixed him with a scowl. "Maybe I would have made other plans if you hadn't promised to spend the day with me!"

Klaus frowned, knowing she was right. "But sweetheart, I already explained to you this morning, things came up that I had to deal with."

"I know," she said rolling her eyes. "Your all-important 'wolfitchpire business,'" continuing her penchant for word mashing.

"I really wish you wouldn't call it that-"

"Cause it's so important that you work on all these treaties and proposals. What ever happened to snapping a few necks and compelling everything your way?" she asked exasperatedly, head falling back against the couch.

"Are you suggesting I go out and murder to get things done? I thought you were against all that, love," Klaus said, quite amused.

"Ugh, that's not what I mean! I'm just…" Caroline sighed, closing her eyes before tilting her head back to stare at the ceiling, searching for an answer. "New Orleans is great and all, but I hardly know anyone outside of your family or school. And I can't exactly bring my human classmates around, now can I? And I wouldn't mind so much, except you're always working lately. Marcel sees you more than I do! Maybe if I just stake him…" she trailed off sighing again.

Klaus smirked in amusement. He didn't doubt that she could find a way to get rid of the older vampire if she really wanted to, but he knew this was just her frustrations talking. "I'm sorry, Caroline. I did promise you my attention today," he began, noticing her turn her head to him, smile forming on her lips. "But I really do need to finish this-"

He didn't get to finish his train of thought before she had flashed over to his desk and swept his papers to the floor with her arm, the smile on her face gone.

"Sweetheart," he said warningly, frowning up at her.

"Well I have a new proposal for you to look over," Caroline said, her voice suddenly husky as he watched her climb on top of his desk and slowly crawl over to him.

Klaus narrowed his eyes, wondering if this was some sort of trick. "Caroline, what-"

"Shh," she told him, placing a finger over his lips. "I have something else for you to work on," she said suggestively, leaning back and hanging her legs over the edge of the desk, her bare legs brushing his pant clad ones.

The hybrid licked his lips, sitting back in his chair, deciding to see how this played out.

He wasn't disappointed as Caroline reached down to grab the end of her dress, slowly pulling it up over her thighs until she reached her hips, shifting herself slightly until she was no longer sitting on it. Klaus' eyebrows rose as he realized she hadn't been wearing any panties all day, his pants becoming tight.

"I've had nothing to do all day but think about you," she purred, spreading her legs for him, bringing her feet up to rest on his thighs. "I think this urgently needs your attention."

Klaus didn't need to be told twice, grabbing her ankles and holding her legs apart as he dipped his head down between them. Caroline moaned at the feel of his tongue on her, eagerly lapping at her cunt, finding her already wet. He felt her fingers thread through his hair as he focused on her clit, licking circles around the sensitive nub.

He pulled away slightly, looking up at her from where she watched him with hooded eyes. Klaus quickly dove his head back down, his tongue gliding through her folds before plunging inside, mimicking what he planned to do to her later with his cock. He hummed against her as she moaned, her grip in his hair tightening.

"Yes," she whimpered, her head falling back as he drove her closer to the edge.

Klaus removed his tongue from inside her, licking a path back up to her clit. He looked up, growling against her skin at what he saw. Caroline had pulled down one side of her dress and bra, her fingers frantically rolling her nipple as she worked to reach her peak.

"Yes, touch yourself, Caroline," he murmured against her wet flesh, the sight of her playing with her breast spurring him on.

With a cry, Caroline came, her back arching, pushing her hips closer to his mouth. Klaus continued to lap at her until she came down from her high, looking at him with a lazy smile.

"What did you think about my proposal?" she drawled, clearly satisfied with herself.

"I think I have a counter offer," Klaus replied, using his hold on her ankles to pull her to the very edge of his desk, eliciting a squeal of surprise from the blonde.

He made quick work of his zipper, pushing his pants down his legs hurriedly, his already hard cock springing free. He toed his way out of his boots, kicking his pants somewhere under the desk as he pulled off his Henley. Caroline, meanwhile, had pulled off her dress, tossing it along with her bra to the floor. She leaned back on the desk, propping herself on her elbows as she watched him undress.

Without any preamble, Klaus hunched over her, taking a brief moment to kiss her hard before he thrust into her fully, swallowing her gasp. He began a fast pace, which Caroline seemed to approve of, her legs wrapping around his hips as she clutched to his back.

Neither spoke as they continued to thrust against each other, feeling the need to reach the point of pleasure as soon as possible. Klaus kissed a path down her neck, moving along her chest until he reached her breast, giving it the attention he couldn't earlier. Caroline moaned appreciatively, her hands once again finding his hair, holding him to her.

When her cries increased in pace, her body beginning to tense, he redoubled his efforts, picking up his pace as he snaked a hand down between them, finding her clit. It wasn't long until she broke, another orgasm crashing through her, her walls clutching around him tightly, drawing out a cry from the hybrid.

"Caroline," he groaned, close to his own release.

Suddenly, Klaus found himself pushed back into his chair, her body no longer enveloping him. He looked up in confusion and found Caroline standing across the room in the doorway, her skin still flushed pink from her recent orgasm.

"Caroline," he grunted, his voice decidedly less pleasurable this time.

"Ah ah ah," she tutted, wagging a finger at him. "You made me wait, now it's your turn."

Klaus' jaw fell as she smirked. She was serious.

"Now, if you decide you're done with work today, I might be able to fit you into my schedule," the vampire said nonchalantly, inspecting her nails as she leaned on the doorframe. "I'll be in the bedroom if you change your mind," she said before flashing off down the hall and up the stairs.

He sat there in silence for a few minutes, speechless. He couldn't believe she had just done that. He must be rubbing off on her more than he thought. Klaus considered her offer as he looked down to eye the papers strewn about the floor. He really should get back to them…

"Fuck it," he said to no one, pushing himself out of his chair. "What good is being the king if you can't put off your work?"

Klaus could swear he heard giggling coming from upstairs as he stepped over the papers and quickly made his way to the bedroom.