A continuation of the previous prompt with Footballer Klaus

She pulls at her tight top a little, at least thankful for the presence of Klaus' leather jacket over the top. Kol is practically brimming with excited energy beside her as they approach the entrance to the private box.

"Are you sure we can't just watch from the stands again?" She hisses at Kol, who just pushes her towards the security guard who asks for her name and I.D. Kol doesn't get the same treatment, apparently a regular fixture in the private box set aside for wives and girlfriends (and family members) of the team players.

"You almost started a riot last time when you threatened to punch that guy who kept heckling Klaus. So short answer is no." Kol replies as the guard waves them through into the carpeted corridors beyond.

Kol had prepared her somewhat for what she should expect. The W.A.G box, as it was christened, was a lions den in every sense of the word. There was a carefully planned out hierarchy of women, according to the position that her husband or boyfriend held and how valuable he was to the club.

Generally the wives had the lay of the land. They were around as a more permanent fixture, whereas the girlfriends tended to come and go. She would be firmly labelled as a girlfriend, but she was also Nik Mikaelson's girlfriend, and that could make a whole world of difference.

She and Klaus had been dating for about six months now, since that time he'd injured himself outside of her house and he'd asked her out to dinner once she'd dropped him back at his own place.

She'd had her reservations about dating him, especially after she'd seen the lavish house he lived in, within a gated community. He'd been determined to ease those doubts in any way that he could. Their first date was to a low key Italian restaurant, and she'd worn jeans.

He was driven yet laid back, not caught up in the glitz and glamour that accompanied his million dollar pay packet per year. He was charming and intelligent and seemed genuinely interested in what was going on in her life, even if it was nowhere as interesting as his own.

And the sex was absolutely amazing. Not that she'd ever doubted his stamina; Klaus was in peak physical condition. But he was a generous lover, always making sure that she was satisfied before satisfying himself. And he was spontaneous. The sex was never boring.

The first indication that she'd had that this was actually a serious relationship was when Klaus had thrown off training in favor of coming to her graduation. He'd caused a minor stir before things had settled down, and he had a mischievous smile on his face when they finally met up after the ceremony.

He'd been holding a bunch of sunflowers for her, and her heart had melted just a little bit.

Klaus had tried to keep their relationship out of the media as much as possible. Not because he was ashamed of her, as he had patiently explained, but the tabloids and the media had a tendency for writing less than flattering things about the wives and girlfriends of football players, and he didn't want her to be caught up in the furor.

She'd managed to score a job in one of the many practices around London, a highly recommended one that saw many a famous client in the sporting world. She was proud to say that it had been all her, nothing to do with Klaus. Her employers hadn't even known that she'd been dating Klaus until one of them had seen a photo of her and him together in one of the many newspapers.

She turns towards Kol, tugging at his jacket to get him to slow down.

"Any last words of wisdom?"

Kol just chuckles, opening the door for her.

"Try not to piss anyone off."

As she very quickly discovered, that was easier said than done. Kol did the rounds, introducing her loudly as Klaus' girlfriend. And although she'd met quite a few nice girlfriends, a few of them were downright mean.

She thought that she'd left this shit behind in high school, but it seemed that the bitchiness and the whispering behind hands was universal no matter which country you chose to live in.

She gulps down a glass of champagne in an entirely unladylike manner, causing a few of the wives staring at her to titter and start a murmured conversation with the others, probably about her.

"I've been here for five minutes and I already hate this." She whispers towards Kol, who's waving at one of the many women across the room staring at him.

"Relax." Kol replies. "It's only for about ten more minutes, and then the game starts and everyone stops to watch."

True to his word, the game did kick off within ten minutes, and most of the women drifted towards the bank of glass windows that looked out over the pitch. The excited roars of the crowd heralded the arrival of the players, and it was Klaus that led his team out onto the field at a jog.

It's too far away to be able to see him properly, and it's frustrating. As if sensing her change in mood, Kol grips her gently by the elbow, murmuring a few apologies and leading her towards a door that would lead out into another private box, one set slightly closer to the field.

Some of the girlfriends follow her and Kol, the others choosing to stay behind with the wives.

"This is so much better." She finally breathes as the fresh air hits her face. She and Kol settle into some seats right near the front of the mostly empty box.

Below, play kicks off.

Klaus leads his team to victory 90 minutes later, and below them the crowds start to disperse, fans backing the winning teams singing the team's anthem loudly and somewhat drunkenly.

She and Kol grin at each other, because the game was enough to launch Klaus and the team into the quarter finals of the English Premier League.

"Come on. We'll head back up to the box to wait; Klaus will want to see you." Kol notes with amusement as they join some of the other girlfriends heading back up into the box.

It's only about half an hour of waiting before the door opens and the players comes spilling into the room, sports bags slung over their shoulders and hair damp from the showers.

There are delighted cries from the girlfriends, and some more dignified responses from the wives, but all in all the mood of the room is euphoric with their win.

Klaus is the last to enter the room, but he spots them right away, eyes lighting up as they land on hers. The other players seem to clear a path for him and soon he's sweeping her up into his arms with a delighted laugh, showering soft kisses all over her face.

"Awesome game." She tells him as he takes her hands in his and presses his lips to hers for a proper kiss. "Nice assist in the second half."

Klaus hadn't scored either of the two goals that had meant victory for his team, but he didn't seem overly bothered by it.

"Thanks sweetheart." He murmurs as he nods at Kol over her shoulder. "And did you survive up here with all of the women?" He drops his voice lower on purpose, stepping closer to her.

"I would much rather be out in the stands." She replies honestly. "But some of them are nice."

Klaus chuckles as he exchanges another glance with Kol.

"Yes I thought as much. I'll keep it in mind for next time."

She smiles up at him, loving the fact that he wasn't going to push her to watch the games from here in the future. He'd never been worried about all of the politics that comes with the game, and if he wasn't fussed with her playing nice with the other wives and girlfriends, then she wasn't going to force herself either.

He slings an arm around her shoulder, tucking him into her side.

"Come on love. Let's go home to mine. I'd like to celebrate with you further if you're up for it?" He asks the slightest hint of a challenge in his tone.

She pinches his side with a wicked smile.

"I'm always up for it."

And when he leads her outside and hands her into his car, and even the clicking of half a dozen cameras from the media doesn't bother her.