Prompt: I'm a prince/ss and you're my bodyguard and we're so not supposed to bang but we kind of did anyways au (bonus) limo sex is great sex

Set in the Uneasy Lies universe.

She tips her head back against the cushioned seat as she listens to the Parliament argue back and forth with each other, going around in circles as usual.

The Speaker of the House is banging her gavel against her own podium, trying to call for order amongst all of the chaos and the shouting. She's tempted to kick her feet up against the wooden railing in front of her and catch a few minutes of much needed sleep, but at the end of the day she was raised to always be conscious of the image she presented in public. Her mother was good for something it would seem.

She lolls her head to the side, letting her eyes drag slowly around the room. Damon Salvatore it would seem couldn't give less of a shit about his own public image and is more than content to place his booted feet all over a 300 year old oak desk. She'd reprimand him for it but she just doesn't have the energy at this point in time.

Kol Mikaelson is inspecting the nails of his right hand with a bored expression on his face that shows just how utterly done he is with the whole situation. Regardless, she's never been one to estimate Kol, and she's quite sure that he'll have a whole raft of information that he'll share with her later.

She can feel his eyes on her. It's been happening a lot more lately, since their very public date out in the Capital that pretty much announced to the entire country the seriousness of their relationship. It was a stubborn quirk of his that he still insisted on remaining in his bodyguard position; at least until they found someone that was as good as he was at watching her six.

Her gaze lands on him and where he's leaning up against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. He doesn't flinch, meets her gaze evenly, the slightest hint of a smirk on his face as he gives her an almost languid once over.

That surprises her, and her lips quirk up in a silent challenge. He's usually pretty good at being subtle about the fact that he wants her. She makes it more obvious, but she really couldn't give a shit when it came to him. Mason Lockwood could debate the issue of her marriage until he was blue in the face, but she's not going to back down.

He raises a single eyebrow at her, eyes rolling towards the commotion in the room. She can almost hear the unspoken question floating in the air.

Do you want me to sort this out?

She gives a minute shake of her head, but does straighten in her seat a little, looking him up and down appreciatively before tilting her head silently towards the doors leading to the exit.

She leans towards the speaker of the house with a resigned sigh.

"I don't think we're going to get anything else done today. Close the session when you get a moment to speak."

The speaker nods towards her in agreement. She doesn't wait for the room to quieten, instead simply gathers her handbag and steps down from her podium. Kol lifts a hand in farewell, nudging Damon with his elbow, who echoes Kol's action.

Klaus is already stepping towards the heavy doors, pulling one open so they can both slip through. The sound of her heels echoing of the marbled floors of the foyer is impossibly loud.

"Well that was a massive clusterfuck." She begins with a sigh. "I honestly don't know how my mother got anything done."

"Never mind love. Tomorrow is another day." He replies gently, hand grazing against her arm with a smile. "Back to the palace?"

She nods in agreement as he offers her his arm, stepping out into the sunlight. Klaus is murmuring something into his earpiece as the limo pulls up to the kerb.

He hands her into the car, and rather than just closing the door behind her and joining the driver up front he instead chooses to slide in next to her. He raps his knuckles against the already closed partition and it's with a lurch that the limo pulls out into the traffic.

She's surprised when his hands seek her out, pulling him directly onto his lap as his lips cover hers. She hesitates only for a moment before her hands are diving into his hair, tugging gently at the slightly longer hair at the nape of his neck.

He's not been this forward before. He has this annoying tendency to wait for her to make the first move, which in retrospect is usually fine, but she's not exactly wearing her sexiest underwear right now and a girl could do with a little bit of forewarning.

"Where is this coming from?" She murmurs in between kisses as he nips and sucks at the delicate skin of her neck. His hands are like fire, marking and branding her, even over layers of sensible clothes that she chooses to wear every day.

He pulls back from her, lips curling into an absolutely sinful smile.

"I just want you."

She grabs him by the lapels of his leather jacket- she'd never been able to convince him to change his day to day uniform, and her hauls her lips back to his.

Chuck and Blair make limo sex look easy, but in reality it's anything but. It takes a fair bit of maneuvering for the clothes to come off, and she almost falls off his lap two or three times when they take a corner but they manage to find something that works, amongst the haze of lust and urgency and the need to be together before they get back to the palace and get thrown back into her whirlwind schedule.

It feels like coming home when she sinks down onto him with a soft groan, mindful of the fact that there's a very thin partition between them and the driver, and anything louder than a sigh he'd probably hear. And then of course she'd never be able to look him in the eye again, so there's that.

It's Klaus that sets a dizzying if not slightly brutal rhythm for them, hands gripping her hips, pencil skirt pushed up somewhere around her waist as he drives into her again and again and again.

She almost sobs at the feeling, that delicious stretch and pull as their bodies connect and come together. She can feel her toes curling in her heels; that tell tale buildup of pleasure that leaves her dazed and content for hours on end.

She gasps out against the heated skin of his neck as she comes, and his grip on her hips tighten as he buries his face in her shoulder to mask his own soft groan.

The tell tale crunching of gravel against the wheels of the limo has her clambering off his lap with a slight wince, adjusting her clothes quickly, buttoning up her blouse and tugging her skirt down her thighs. She shoves her panties hastily into her pocket, checking that she has her purse with her.

Klaus fixes up his hair in the reflection of the tinted window, turning her to her with a somewhat roguish grin. His face softens imperceptibly as he drags his knuckles down her cheek, tucking a stray few hairs behind her ears.

"Okay?" He asks quietly as they listen to the driver climb out of the limo. Klaus has his hand on the door, ready to push it open and hand her out of the car.

She nods, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"Okay."