Another one from Melissa... "KC + You're the hot stripper at my friend's bachelorette party." Loved filling this one as well!
"Nik have you seen my communications textbook?" She yells from her bedroom, poking her head out into the hallway.
'Nik' her obscenely hot roommate looks up from his own art history textbook, one eyebrow arched into the air.
"Yell it a little louder next time sweetheart, the entire building might hear you." He replies dryly.
She refrains from rolling her eyes and stamping her foot on the floor, because it would only serve to give him further ammunition, and another excuse to tease her.
She's still trying to figure out where Nik came from. Obviously from England if the accent was anything to go by, but when her previous roommate had moved out after graduating from college she'd found herself unable to pay the rent.
She'd posted some notices around the college, and she'd gotten a few really weird applicants. Just when she'd given up hope and was considering giving her landlord notice Nik had appeared on her doorstep one night.
She still remembered the way he looked at her as he leaned against the entrance wall, that casual, languid once over that had given her shivers. In a good way.
And he was 6'3 of chiselled jaw, blonde hair, broad shoulders and a piercing set of blue eyes.
And so since he was fairly easy on the eyes, and didn't look like a serial killer, she'd let him move in. And so far he'd been the perfect roommate. He didn't hog the shower, he was effortlessly polite, and he was always on time with the rent.
He was a serial flirt (and she had to admit that she flirted back), and her friends were taking bets on when they'd finally give in to each other and spend the weekend fucking each other senseless.
She sighs, moving further into the lounge room and picking up her lost textbook from the coffee table.
"Sorry." She murmurs quietly. "I've just got this stupid bachelorette party tonight and I really wanted to get some study done."
Nik frowns, putting his textbook aside and sitting up.
"If you're that stressed you shouldn't be going. Just stay in for the night. I'm sure your friend would understand." He taps his foot on the floor in front of him and she sighs in resignation, settling in front of him.
He begins to knead the muscles of her shoulders gently, working out the tension and the knots that build up over a week of sitting in uncomfortable chairs at college. She has to stop the moan from dropping from her lips because god, embarrassing much?
Amazingly, this had become a regular thing for them, Nik obscenely good at handing out massages for some reason. When pressed he'd replied that he must have been a masseuse in a past life or something stupid like that.
"Trust me Elena would murder me if I didn't show up for her bachelorette party. Are you working tonight?" She asks curiously, because that was the one thing (apart from details about his family) that Nik had never volunteered. She'd asked once, after noting that he only seemed to work Fridays and Saturdays really late in the night but he'd levelled her with such a glare that she'd immediately regretted her question.
"I am." He confirms, digging his thumb into a particularly stubborn knot of muscle. She sighs in contentment and he laughs softly into her ear. "Be careful tonight love. Wouldn't want you getting into any trouble."
She lets her head drop forward as he continues his ministrations.
"Was that actual, genuine concern from Nik Mikaelson?" She asks with mock awe.
She can practically feel him rolling his eyes from behind her.
"You're my roommate. Of course I care about you."
"Caroline! We were worried that you weren't going to make it!" Elena yells over the music of the strip club, waving at her exuberantly.
She takes the time to note her surroundings as she weaves through the packed club. She'd never been here before, but she's honestly surprised at just how not seedy it is. The décor is over the top, but obviously well maintained and exuding some old school glamour.
She finally reaches her friends, kissing Bonnie and Katherine on the cheek before bending over the table to give Elena a hug. Her friend is already halfway to inebriation if the glazed look in her eyes is anything to go by.
Elena grins at her and adjusts her 'bride to be' sash that's slung over her shoulder. Katherine presses a shot into her hand.
"Drink. You're strung as tight as a bow." The other girl murmurs into her ear as she tosses back her shot, wincing at the slight burn of the vodka.
That was the problem with Nik's massages. As amazing as they felt they also served to wind her up. She usually went into her bedroom after he was finished and discreetly took care of herself with a vibrator, but she hadn't had time tonight.
"Roommate problems." She mumbles to Katherine, who tosses back her head and laughs.
"Only you would view an obscenely hot British roommate as a 'problem'. You need to lock him down or trust me, someone else will."
The lights dim quite suddenly and the screams in the crowd reach an almost impossibly high decibel.
"Ladies and gentlemen please welcome to the stage the one, the only, The Wolf!" The announcer.
She and Katherine collapse into gales of laughter as the club darkens, a solitary spotlight clicking on over the stage. A broad shouldered male steps smoothly into the spotlight, facing away from them, wearing an impossibly tight shirt with suspenders and pants.
The sultry sounds of Usher's climax begins to echo around the club and she finds herself transfixed by the man in the spotlight, the fluid yet sultry way he moves.
The suspenders seem to fall off his shoulders in slow motion, hips stuttering forward suggestively to the beat. And then finally, finally the man turns to face the crowd, and although she can't see all of his face because of the hat shielding it, her breath still catches in her throat.
Because the man up there on the stage, the man unbuttoning his shirt with a suggestive come hither smile is Nik. Her Nik. Her impossibly hot roommate Nik.
"Is that?" Katherine asks hoarsely as she nods in confirmation at the other girl. The lights plunge the into darkness suddenly and when they come back up again Nik is working the stage in possibly the tightest pair of grey boxers she's ever seen. They outline 'everything.'
It's only when Nik has jumped off the front of the stage to delighted shrieks that his eyes meet hers, his widening in surprise for a split second. To his credit he hides it well, dancing towards Elena and grinding down into her lap briefly, head rolling to the side to gauge her reaction.
Son of a bitch.
She clenches her legs together as Nik jumps back onto the stage with a satisfied smile, finishing his routine and scooping up some of the notes that had been thrown onto the stage as tips.
"Girl you're in trouble!" Katherine laughs into her ear.
She doesn't reply, instead reaching for another shot.
It's around 3am when she finally stumbles through the front door, heels in one hand and clutch in the other.
"Good night sweetheart?" A voice echoes quietly from the loungeroom as she jumps suddenly.
Nik is in exactly the same spot as she left him, feet kicked up on the coffee table, textbook in his lap. She can almost believe that she might have been hallucinating the whole thing at the strip club, had it not been the shirt unbuttoned over his chest, the same one that he'd been wearing on stage.
"Why didn't you tell me?" She asks tiredly, sinking down onto the lounge next to him.
"I wasn't sure how you'd react. Whether you'd still want to be my roommate if you found out what I did to pay the rent." He replies a little awkwardly, worlds away from the confident stage persona he'd been projecting hours earlier.
"God Nik." She replies, running a hand through her hair. "Of course I don't care what you do. It's none of my business what you choose to do either way."
Nik closes his textbook, dropping it on the floor before turning towards her.
"And what if I wanted you to care?" He asks hesitantly.
She sighs, gripping him by the shirt and pulling him closer.
"Shut up and kiss me please." She asks a little bossily.
And then he's laughing and pulling her into his lap, lips covering hers. The tension that had seemed to be crackling between them for so long suddenly snaps, and it's all lips and teeth nipping at skin and jagged breathing, because the six months of living together had been the most exquisite form of foreplay.
It's Nik that finally pulls away, glancing down somewhat embarrassedly at the bulge in his pants.
"I don't want to fuck this up by moving too quickly. Can I take you to dinner instead?
She doesn't respond, instead drawing him back into another kiss.
She'd been missing out after all.