A/N: Last chapter. I hope you enjoy it.
The last scene is for Laine, who pointed out that oral sex should probably be reciprocated occasionally.
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Epilogue

"I still can't believe that you didn't tell me," Bonnie mumbled.

"Bonnie, it's literally been five years since I told you, and you're still mad?"

Bonnie shrugged. "Not mad so much as surprised. I don't think anyone expected it to last, especially since you still won't tell anyone how it happened."

Caroline blushed. "You don't want to know," she mumbled.

"Well, I do know, you just won't tell me I'm right."

Caroline shrugged. It was true. Bonnie had guessed almost immediately exactly what had happened (as Caroline had spent a good two hours whining about her essay grade and then ended up with an A at the end of the semester it had all started).

"You're right, I won't."

Bonnie grinned, knowing that that was as much confirmation as she'd ever get. "Well, the point is that you need new clothes for this job, and since you're paying on your rich husband's card, we might as well go all out."

Caroline rolled her eyes at this. As had everyone else at school, she'd had an inkling from the very beginning that Klaus's monetary situation was completely inconsistent with his job, and she'd been proven right when she asked him what exactly he did about one month into her first year of college.

Frankly, she had no idea how he had enough time to oversee the three restaurant chains that Mikaelson Corp. owned (in addition to their other random holdings), though he'd explained to her once that it involved a lot of delegating.

Klaus had taught for three more years after she'd graduated, but got bored and decided to manage his section of the company himself, especially since Caroline loved New York and he didn't want to keep driving up every weekend.

He'd been very hands-off when she'd chosen her major, refusing to give her any advice whatsoever, but as soon as she'd picked Psychology he'd convinced her to look at it from a marketing perspective and got her an internship, and she had moved up relatively quickly.

She had eventually been assigned to work closely with the PR team to clean up everyone else's messes. Since it was one of her favorite pastimes to tell everyone else how they were doing their job wrong, she didn't mind it as much as she suspected other people would, though she still didn't exactly enjoy it.

It also helped that Klaus's office was about two hallways down.

She bit her lip and turned to the side, admiring her pencil skirt and blouse combination, absentmindedly fingering her necklace as she did so.

"You also never told me where you got that necklace," Bonnie said, grinning mischievously. "It just magically appeared midway through Senior Year and you never take it off."

"I plead the fifth," Caroline mumbled, turning the other way to adjust her bra.

16 years later...

She ran her hand through her hair distractedly as she approached her office door. It had been an extremely trying morning, and she was exhausted already (and it was only eleven o'clock).

She let out a harsh breath as she saw the sticky note taped to her door, wondering what could possibly be the problem now, but smiled as she saw the handwriting.

Have lunch with me at noon?

- Klaus

She pulled it off the door and walked into her office, throwing the note in the recycling and checking the clock. She had time to look over a few emails, and when she was done, she walked out, locking her door behind her, and heading to her husband's office.

She knocked, poking her head in, and he smiled at her, waving her over. She closed the door behind her, pressing the lock, and walked over, bending to kiss him. He bit her lip roughly and pulled her on top of him so that she was straddling his lap, his hands sneaking up her pencil skirt to bunch it around her waist and squeeze her ass.

She moaned quietly into his mouth before he pulled away, undoing the first few buttons on her blouse and nudging her off of him. "Hands and knees. Palms flat on the ground."

She sank to her knees between his legs, fixing her shirt to give him a better view of her cleavage before setting her palms on the carpet, her necklace dangling between her breasts. He undid his belt, revealing the bulge in his boxers, and she moved slightly closer. "May I suck your cock, Sir?"

"Open."

She parted her lips for him, moaning as he guided her head down his shaft, the tip of him hitting the back of her throat. "Suck," he grunted, his hand tangled in her hair while the other gripped the armrest of his office chair.

Her head bobbed up and down his length, and she swirled her tongue around the head of it, moaning as he tugged her hair lightly. "Such a good girl on your knees for me," he muttered. "Little slut, willing to pleasure me with your mouth in the middle of the day in my office. You love sucking my cock with everyone going about their business just outside of the door, don't you? I'm sure it's making you soaking wet for me."

She gagged as he thrusted unexpectedly, making him grin. "That's right, Sweetheart. Take all of it. I'm going to fuck your mouth while your pussy aches for me and you moan around my cock like the whore you are. You make the filthiest sounds when you have my cock in your mouth."

She sucked harder, her lips sliding up and down his shaft while her hands and knees were planted on the carpet, and he groaned as he came down her throat minutes later. She licked her lips, straddling him again and nuzzling his neck. "Please let me come, Sir," she breathed in his ear.

"Are you sure you deserve it?"

"I've been good."

"Is that so?" he asked, his fingertips lazily tracing her inner thigh.

She hummed, gripping his shoulders with her fingertips.

"Please?"

She moaned as he pushed two fingers into her, pumping them slowly, and she rolled her hips against them, letting her eyes flutter shut. "Such a little whore, begging me to come," he muttered in her ear, making her moan in agreement.

She panted out another please, Sir, and he laughed quietly, his thumb rubbing her clit rhythmically. "Come around my fingers, little slut."

She let her head loll back as she rode his fingers, coming seconds later, opening her mouth obediently when he held his fingers up to her so that she could run her tongue over them, licking them clean. "Good girl."

She smiled, laying her head on his shoulder, sighing contentedly as he stroked the back of her thighs with his fingertips. "I'm hungry," she mumbled in his ear.

"You just ate. Ouch, love. The biting was not necessary."

"Totally necessary. You were being a smartass," she argued, a small smile on her face. "Anyway, I was promised lunch."

He sighed dramatically pushing her lightly off of him and grabbing his jacket from the door. "All right."

She smoothed down her skirt and felt around her back to make sure her shirt was tucked in completely and she had no extra underthings showing, Klaus finally huffed impatiently. "You look perfect, Sweetheart."

She shot him a glare but grabbed her purse, letting him hold the door open as she followed him out.

XXX

Caroline sighed as she closed the front door to the house, dropping her keys on the mantle and slipping off her shoes, moaning as she wiggled her toes. She'd stayed at the office a bit later than Klaus that day, and she was excited to have some time to herself.

She heard Hope's voice in the kitchen with another girl, and smiled as she heard them burst into giggles.

Caroline padded into the kitchen, pouring herself a glass of water and sitting down next to her daughter, who was doing homework with her friend Madison, her sandy curls cascading down her back with Klaus's dimples blooming on her face when she looked up, smiling.

"What are you two giggling about?"

The two sixteen year olds looked at each other before starting to laugh again. Caroline raised an eyebrow and waited for them to be done. "There's just a hot guy at school."

"What's his name?' Caroline asked absentmindedly, deciding to cut up an apple for herself and grabbing one out of the fruit basket, nearly dropping it when she heard her daughter's next words.

"We don't know his first name. He's the new History teacher. Mr. Salvatore. Um, what's wrong, Mom?"

Caroline squeezed her eyes shut, resisting the urge to pinch the bridge of her nose.

Very subtle, Caroline. Excellent job.

She heard Klaus laugh quietly at her reaction from the archway leading out of the kitchen and she glared at him.

"Mom?"

"Nothing's wrong, I'm sure," Klaus said smoothly, bending to kiss her on the cheek.

Hope hummed, clearly not believing him. "Whatever you say."

"Yep," he agreed cheerfully. "That would be the rule, wouldn't it?"

Caroline gave him a warning look and elbowed him in the side before excusing herself, waiting for the biggest eyeroll of her life until she was in their bedroom. She groaned, flopping down on the bed, rubbing her eyes with her palms. She had no idea how long she'd been there (she must have fallen asleep) when she felt her husband's stubble brushing against her inner thigh. "Mmnm...Klaus. What are you-"

"Hope went to Madison's for the night," he mumbled against her skin, pushing her legs apart and pulling her so that she was halfway off the bed.

She moaned as he ran his tongue along her slit, swirling it around her clit, flicking it slightly with his tongue. She squirmed beneath him, her legs parting widely, her hands gripping the sheets as he knelt between her legs, his fingers slipping into her core and hooking just right to hit her g-spot. "Niklaus," she gasped out, moving her hips to rub her pussy against his lips.

He smiled against her skin, holding her hips down with his palms and eagerly running long, flat licks against her center, moaning at the taste of her on his tongue. "I want you to scream for me, Sweetheart."

She writhed against his mouth, her hips grinding against his face as he slid his fingers in and out, his tongue swirling around her clit, making her walls clench around his fingers. "Fuck," she panted, feeling his stubble brush her sensitive skin as he smiled. "Harder."

He fingerfucked her hard, setting a steady, harsh rhythm, and she bucked her hips to meet his thrusts, moaning every time his tongue stroked her clit. "Come for me," he demanded, giving her clit a particularly hard lick, making her come undone around his fingers, screaming his name.

Her breaths were short and ragged as he pulled himself up, settling on top of her. She spread her legs obligingly and he moved inside her, both of them moaning as he filled her. He moved slowly at first before picking up speed, his balls slapping against her skin, and she wrapped her legs around him, gasping.

"Yes, just like that," he mumbled as she raked her fingernails down his back, her body arching against the mattress. She clenched around him as she came again, and he followed seconds later, letting himself settle on top of her before he dropped a few kisses on her neck and rolled off, pulling her back against his front and running a palm up her abdomen to cup her breast, tweaking her nipple and making her gasp before fingering the necklace still resting between her breasts, almost twenty years after he'd first given it to her.

A/N: And that's all, folks! :) I hope you enjoyed this fic. If you haven't read my other ones, I highly suggest you visit my profile and take a look ;)
Please tell me what you thought of the ending (I'm a little iffy about it).
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-Angie