A/N: I've been on a Domme!Caroline kick recently. Idk wtf is going on, but there's some in this. I hope you like it.
Thanks to Sophie, D, and Wifey for beta work.
Enjoy!
-Angie

Caroline awoke slowly, stirring in Klaus's arms, causing him to pull her firmly to his chest in his sleep. She shifted so that she could run a finger over the scar on her neck. It had been pronounced the night before, but it seemed to have faded a bit from the feel of the patch of skin.

She could feel his morning erection pressing into the curve of her ass and smirked to herself. It was a huge power high to know that he wanted her every second of the day, and though she had enjoyed giving herself to him in submission, she wanted to try taking.

She twisted in his arms in a sudden movement, surprising him enough when his eyes flew open to push him flat on the bed and straddle him, pressing her mouth to his. His hands wound into her hair and he groaned as she rolled her hips against his, and she took the opportunity to thrust her tongue into his mouth.

She pulled back, pulling his lip with her teeth and letting go, her gaze holding his. "Good morning," he said, his hands running down her back.

She rolled her hips against his again, taking great pleasure in how he let out a low groan, his eyelids fluttering shut as he bucked against her core. He grabbed her ass and rolled them over, but she was ready, and locked her knees around him, rolling them right back.

"Last night, you claimed me," she said, keeping her voice firm. "It's my turn this morning. I'm claiming you."

"Oh?" he asked, the eyebrow raise just making her more determined.

She'd make him beg.

Bending down, she molded her lips over his again, her hands stroking down his naked chest. He was hard against her, and she smiled into the kiss, pulling back and rolling her hips against him. He groaned, his palms gripping her hips. She wrapped her hands around his wrists, tugging them off of her hips and pinning them to the bed on either side of his head.

He looked rather amused at her actions, and she tried not to let it shake her confidence. She'd never done the whole 'dirty talk' thing before (Damon didn't talk, Matt was about as vanilla as they came, and Tyler usually just focused on getting them both off as quickly as possible so that he wouldn't accidentally bite her), but how hard could it be? She conjured up her fantasies of them in her mind and let her voice fall in tone.

"You're so hard for me, aren't you, Klaus? You want me so badly, don't you?" she breathed, bending down so that she was mumbling her words against his lips. "Keep your hands there," she ordered, reaching down to stroke him slowly.

He groaned and bucked into her hand, but his hands stayed pressed against the mattress, making her smile.

"Do you want to fuck me, Klaus? Do you want to fill me with your cock and feel my pussy clench around you?"

"Yes," he said quietly, his heated gaze fixed on hers.

She smirked. "I'm glad. I'm going to make you beg for me to ride you, Klaus."

He raised an eyebrow, and she matched his expression, slowing her strokes of his cock before removing her hand entirely, making him groan softly. "Too proud to beg for me, Niklaus?" she asked, smirking as he swore softly at the use of his full name. "Oh, do you like that?"

He didn't answer, simply giving her a heated glare and letting out a sharp intake of breath when she let her fingernails scratch across his nipples. "I think you do," she said quietly, leaning down to kiss his jaw lightly.

"Caroline–-"

"Shh, don't want the neighbors to hear you beg to fuck me, do you?" she whispered teasingly against his skin, mocking his words from the night before.

"You're very confident, love."

He started to move his hands, but she let her fangs descend, blackened veins creeping across her cheeks, and grabbed his wrists, pinning them down next to his head. "I told you not to move."

He seemed mildly surprised, but kept his wrists where she put them, looking up at her with something like wonder in his eyes. She moved down his body again, settling between his legs and gripping his cock in her hand, stroking him slowly. He watched through hooded eyes, groaning when she brushed her thumb along the tip.

She stroked him slowly-too slowly, she knew-and she could tell that he was getting impatient. "Do you want me to go faster?" she asked.

"Yes," he said, his teeth gritted.

"Ask me."

"No."

She shrugged. "Fine," she said before bending down to give his shaft a long, hard lick, deliberately swirling her tongue around the tip of him, making him groan loudly before she pulled back, going back to moving her hand up and down lightly.

"Do you want me to take you into my mouth? Do you want to feel your cock hit the back of my throat?"

"Yes."

"Ask."

He glared before swearing again when she bent over him, letting her breath fall onto the tip of him, which was leaking precum. "Just ask for what you want and I'll give it to you," she said cajolingly.

"Or I could flip you over and take you against the mattress," he growled.

"No. You had your turn," she said softly, bending down to lick him again.

"Fuck, Caroline."

"Just ask," she said, looking up at him from her position between his legs, deliberately letting her tongue wet her lips.

His eyes flashed gold.

She got back up onto her hands and knees and crawled towards him slowly, looming over his body, her breasts swaying as she moved while she arched her back more than strictly necessary, knowing that he'd be able to see how wet she was in the mirror behind her that was right in his line of vision.

She was going on pure instinct now, just acting on what her first impulses were, and it appeared to be working.

"You are mine," she whispered, trailing a fingernail down his cheek, and smirking at his audible swallow. "My mate."

"Caroline," he hissed as she reached down to grasp him, rubbing herself against him before withdrawing and bending to bite his earlobe.

"Do you want me?"

"Yes."

"You can have me. You just have to ask."

"No."

"Then maybe you don't want me enough. Don't you want me to ride you? To let you bury your cock in me while I rock my hips against you? To tell you how good you feel inside me?"

"Yes."

"Then ask," she whispered again, letting her teeth scrape against his neck.

"Caroline, please," he finally managed through gritted teeth.

"Please what?"

"Please let me fuck you," he said, and she could see how hard the words were for him to get out.

She bent down and kissed him roughly, thrusting her tongue into his mouth before pulling up to position him at her entrance and sink down, moaning loudly as he filled her. "You feel so good," she gasped, resisting the urge to begin moving.

"Caroline…" he said warningly.

She gave him wide innocent eyes, biting her lip to fight down her smirk. "What? Do you want me to move?"

"Yes."

She raised an eyebrow.

"Please, Caroline."

She took pity on him, rolling her hips against his, soon getting lost in the sensation of him thrusting into her, reaching down to rub her clit as she bounced on top of him, her head thrown back. "Yes, Niklaus, just like that," she gasped, noting that he muttered something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like a foreign curse word.

"You feel so good inside me. I love how you fuck me. I want you to come in me," she said, keeping her voice low.

He moved faster, and she felt herself approaching her peak. It only took a few more thrusts and a light pinch to her clit to tip her over the edge, and she moaned his name as she clenched around him. His climax followed within moments, and she collapsed on top of him, her fingers curling around his wrists to bring his palms to her lower back as she rested on top of him.

"You're mine," she mumbled against the skin of his neck, licking and nipping at it lazily.

"And I always will be, my love."

She hummed in contentment, burying her face in his shoulder. "So," she started, her voice muffled, "Why did the bite heal?"

"I have a few theories, but I'd like to see a witch to make sure."

"Okay."

"What are your plans for the day?"

"We have our first rehearsal at two o'clock. I think Kol's going out with Bonnie around eleven."

She was interrupted by a clattering as the front door opened, and Caroline heard the click of heels against the tile floor of the kitchen. "Is it safe yet?" Katherine called.

"I don't know. They sound like they've finished, but you can never be sure. I suggest proceeding with caution," Kol said tiredly from the room next door.

Klaus just rolled his eyes and pulled her closer so that she was cuddled against his front, her face pressing against his shoulder, and pulled the blankets up to cover them, closing his eyes.

XXX

This was not going well.

Kol suppressed a huff of annoyance as Bonnie boredly looked at the flowers as they walked past. He had seen the wonder and huge smile she'd had before she'd remembered who she was with and suppressed it, and he just couldn't figure out what the fuck her problem was.

He had been on his very best behavior. He hadn't insulted a single person, hadn't said even one inappropriate thing, and yet she was still cold. He understood that she wasn't exactly required to like him, but he knew she was attracted to him, and that she was tempted.

Bonnie was a good person. She'd made her share of mistakes and bad decisions, and was occasionally judgy and definitely self-righteous, but at heart, a good person.

And Kol? Well, he wasn't.

And Bonnie knew it.

Witches tended to be a bit high-and-mighty by nature, and Bonnie was no exception. She was interesting and had strong opinions, and she was perfectly happy to tell him if he was wrong about something. He had originally found those qualities endearing, especially since they were rather rare in the last time period he'd been in, but her self-righteousness was starting to get on his nerves.

She was looking at the part of the garden he was pointing at, her lip curled, and honestly he'd had enough.

"What did I do?" he asked, stopping right in the middle of his enthusiastic explanation about how orchids could be used in elixirs to increase eyesight for short durations of time to give Bonnie an exasperated look. "Why are you so determined to not enjoy yourself?"

"Because I shouldn't have to. You forced me on this date, okay? You bribed my friend and took advantage of the fact that you knew I'd help her to turn this to your advantage. I shouldn't have to act like I'm enjoying myself."

"But you could if you just let yourself! You are standing here in the middle of one of the best-kept greenhouses on the east coast with the person that probably has the most knowledge about magic in the world, and you're just curling your lip and looking away."

"Because you're a bad person."

"Why?" Kol asked.

She gave him an incredulous look. "You know why."

"Humor me."

"You kill people."

"So have you and your friends. Next."

"Not unnecessarily."

He tried very hard not to let his fangs drop (as that would be somewhat counterproductive), instead taking a deep, steadying breath.

"How many vampires do you think it takes to complete a hunter's mark?"

Bonnie frowned. "Why does it matter?"

"Answer the question."

"I don't know. A hundred?"

"Thirty-three," Kol said shortly. "It takes thirty-three vampires to complete the hunter's mark. How many vampires do you think that your little boyfriend killed when he staked me?"

Bonnie seemed to not know what to say for a moment before she pulled herself together. "He's not my boyfriend, and it doesn't matter. They're vampires."

"And would you have let Jeremy stake Caroline? Or your precious Elena? They're vampires."

"It's different," Bonnie said firmly. "They're good vampires."

"And how do you know that none of the vampires I sired were good vampires, darling?"

"Don't call me that," Bonnie said, squeezing her eyes shut.

Kol huffed. "Let's say that I'm hypothetically a bad person. It's not as though the vampires I sire inherit my personality. I kept close bonds with many of those I sired after we parted ways, and until all of them dropped dead, there were quite a few in humanitarian efforts. Perhaps you remember Alexia Branson? Turned 1680 by one of my favorites of my bloodline, Marcus. She made it her life's mission to redeem vampires that had gone ripper, probably saving thousands of lives in the process. I heard that your friend Damon killed her. Pity that. Or perhaps you've heard of Mary Porter? My brother turned that one, she was rather batty, but I turned her friend Eleanora, who spent more than half her life in Europe tending to children orphaned by the various plagues and wars. Still think all vampires were evil?"

Bonnie's teeth were gritted together. "They're outliers. Elena and Caroline are good people. The Salvatores aren't."

"Jeremy Gilbert killed thousands. Some weren't innocent at all, it's true, and some were downright cruel, but many were good people who were in the wrong place at the wrong time. All of them dropped dead the second that stake entered my heart."

"We had to complete the mark," Bonnie said stubbornly.

"Oh, and you couldn't, I don't know, go to a major city and turn a bunch of rapists and murderers and have him stake them all?" Kol said sarcastically. "Was it really necessary to kill me? And in any case, haven't we all agreed that freeing Silas might have been the most idiotic thing your friends have ever done?"

Bonnie shrugged. "And I was right about that, wasn't I?" Kol continued. "I told you all not to do it, but you didn't listen to me, did you?"

Bonnie glared at him. "Just because you sired some good vampires and were right about one thing doesn't make you a good person."

"You're right. It doesn't. I'm not a good person, and I acknowledge that. I kill people if it's necessary. I revel in it," he said slowly, moving closer to her, invading her personal space. "I am not my brother, Bonnie. I don't crave redemption, and if I did, I certainly don't need a woman to accomplish it. However, I'm not evil. I don't kill senselessly. I was a warlock once, and I had that connection with nature, with life. Nothing is binary in life, Bonnie Bennett. Nothing is truly right or truly wrong. You think I'm evil. Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe I am evil. But are you so much better than me, darling?"

She narrowed her eyes at him, and before she could say anything, he sped away.

XXX

"You're leaving?" Caroline asked, completely confused when she looked up to see Klaus rolling a suitcase and setting it near the front door.

"I have to find the doppelganger, love."

"Can't Katherine help?"

"Katerina narrowed down the branches of her family to a few possibilities, but none of them have a child that age, which means she must have either missed a line or that none of them were close enough to have a higher chance of producing a doppelganger. I have a vial of her blood, which I'm taking to a witch to use to track down the doppelganger's approximate location. Which reminds me, you wouldn't happen to have any pictures of Elena as a child?" he asked hopefully, sitting down next to her on the couch.

"Um...Yeah, actually. We had to have baby pictures for the yearbook. Hold on," Caroline said, leaning to grab her laptop off the coffee table, still thrown by Klaus's abrupt announcement of his departure.

"When will you be back?" she asked, opening the device and snuggling into Klaus's side while he looked over her shoulder.

"Already miss me?" he teased.

She shrugged. "I just got used to having you around again, I guess."

"Well, I'm sure you'll be distracted enough by the play and by living with Katerina and Kol to not think of me too much," he said. "And once I get back I'd like to take you to see a witch friend of mine, just to make sure that there aren't any side effects of your immunity to the werewolf bite."

"Okay, sounds good. Here's a picture. Do you want me to print it?"

"Yes. Thank you, love," he said, pressing a kiss to her temple.

Klaus was strangely sweet with her. She'd never thought of him as being likely to cuddle or display affection casually, but he tended to do it quite a bit in private. She just hummed in acknowledgement and hit the print button before pushing her computer away.

"When does your flight leave?"

"Just a few hours."

Caroline nodded and kissed him softly, and he pulled her to straddle his lap, deepening the kiss, his hands resting on her hips to pull her covered core against his rapidly hardening cock. She felt the heat pooling in her lower belly, making her core clench, and moaned into his mouth as he moved his hand under her skirt to hook his finger around the string of her thong. She rolled her hips against the finger that brushed against her folds and opened her mouth so that he could plunder it with his tongue while pushing his fingers into her tight, wet heat.

Her fingernails clawed at his back, and she tugged his hair as he fingerfucked her. She was short of breath as she pulled away, resting her head in the crook of his neck and moaning his name as she rode his fingers. She was about to pull off her dress when Kol sped through the door, clearly upset, slamming it behind him.

Caroline pushed Klaus away, her face heating as she buried it deeper into his shoulder, but he held her tight to him, simply pulling his fingers out of her and letting them splay across her lower back. "Kol, why are you here?"

"This is my apartment as well, Nik, and apparently we need to talk about boundaries, since the last thing I wanted to come home to after my disastrous date with Bonnie was my brother and roommate fucking on the couch."

"Sorry," Caroline said, knowing Kol would hear her despite the fact that her voice was muffled against Klaus's shirt.

"I'm sure you are, darling," Kol muttered, walking to his room and slamming the door behind him.

Caroline pulled away from Klaus, who gave her a dimpled smile, running a hand through her hair.

"Didn't you hear him coming?" she hissed.

"No. He was running too fast for me to have time. Sorry, sweetheart."

She huffed. "It's okay. I need to call Bonnie to see what happened, and rehearsal starts in an hour or so anyway."

She moved to get off of him, but he held fast, bending to nibble at her ear. "We were in the middle of something."

"I think Kol's had enough ear-scarring for one day," she said before huffing at Kol's mutter of damn right from his room. "And you need to catch your flight."

"Would you like me to call you when I land?"

"Only if you want to."

He nodded and stood up, pulling her into a hug and burying his nose in her hair. "I'll miss you."

"Oh, good lord, just leave, Nik. You're not going off to war," they heard Kol's voice call from the other room."

Klaus rolled his eyes before kissing Caroline on the cheek, plucking Elena's picture off the printer in the corner, and grabbing his suitcase, closing the apartment door after him.

"Kol, if you're ready in ten minutes, I can give you a ride to rehearsal," she said, inwardly hoping that she'd be able to pry out his side of the story before Bonnie undoubtedly gave her an earful later.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed the chapter. Did you like the smut? How are we feeling about Kennett? Are we Team!Bonnie or Team!Kol? How do we think the doppelganger finding will turn out? Are we excited to see rehearsals for the musical?
Tell me your thoughts! :)
Hugs!
-Angie