f you're still taking Klaroline prompts, how about "we're both at a Halloween party and our costumes match."

Rated M, so probably NSFW

Her dress floats behind her as she walks, the fabric giving the whole garment an almost ethereal quality. The dress had been tailored for her, a gift from a close friend who owed her a favor. The silver mask is a work of art, curling around her cheeks and eyes, delicate ribbon tying it around her golden curls.

the feathered wings that give the illusion of sprouting from her back do not hinder her progress down the busy, New Orleans street. Rather, every step she takes has the crowd clearing a path for her, even as they themselves head towards the Mikaelson manor for the annual Halloween Party.

She'd never been. Like clockwork every year, an invitation had arrived in her mailbox no matter where she lived in the world. New York, Paris, Tuscany, Berlin; without fail the gilded piece of paper would appear, his writing achingly familiar.

She'd kept all 50 of them, a strange quirk that she hadn't been able to figure out.

She mounts the steps, holding out her invitation with long, elegant fingers for the Hybrid on the door.

"Name?" He asks in bored tones, even as she tilts her head back to stare up at the house before her.

"Caroline Forbes." She remarks absentmindedly. The silence that greets her is deafening, despite the cacophony of sound around her. She finally turns her gaze back to the Hybrid, who's staring at her like a ghost.

He swallows audibly.

"I have instructions."

She smiles sweetly at the Hybrid, not needing to guess who these instructions came from.

"You can tell Niklaus to shove his instructions where the sun doesn't shine. Let me through."

The Hybrid steps aside quickly, and she refrains from laughing out loud. She was here to have a good time, and even he wasn't going to stop her. Even if she wanted him too.

He'd always loved a chase, and she planned on giving him one.

She spots him right away, leaning on one of the balconies, watching over his kingdom. He's wearing the mask of a devil, red lapels on his dinner jacket as he surveys the crowd below.

She feels the exact moment his eyes land on hers, feeling flushed beneath his gaze. She turns, head held high, dress clinging to her body, his dark eyes glinting beneath the burgundy of his mask.

For a moment, it seems like the rest of the world fades away. The sounds of the party around them fades to a dull roar, even as she raises her glass towards him in a silent toast.

An exuberant partygoer crashes into her, more than a little bit inebriated. She stumbles for only a moment, watching as Klaus' hands bite into the wooden railing of the balcony.

When she next looks back, he is gone.

"Hello Caroline." He whispers in her ear, breath hot against her neck. She squeezes her eyes shut for only an instant before turning, taking his proffered hand and letting him pull her onto the dancefloor.

This is the reason why she's avoided this for 50 years, the obvious tension that still crackles between them, pulling and stretching like a rubber band. His hand is resting on the small of her back, and she feels like she's being branded, even as they sway back and forth to the music.

"Klaus." She finally answers, tongue darting out to wet her lips. She watches him watch the movement, eyes darkening beneath his mask as he grips her hand tightly.

"Why are you here?" He asks quietly, even as he pulls her closer.

She feels out of control, heady in his presence. Any confidence that she had walking into this building isn't gone, but rather suffocating beneath his presence, beneath his awe and surprise at her even being here. He'd always had that effect on her, to make her feel like the most wanted person in the world, even if she's drowning beneath his gaze.

"This is a party, is it not?" She points out as he gives her a twisted smile.

"It is indeed love." He confirms, a secret smile just for her. Her fingers dig into his shoulder as she raises up on tiptoes, her stilettos still not enough to have them looking eye to eye.

"Do you want to play a game?" She asks in a murmur, taking note of the way his entire body stiffens against hers, her breasts pressing into his chest.

"I don't like games sweetheart." He warns her, fingers digging into her waist even as she twine her arms around his neck.

"I think you'll like this one." She reassures him. "After all, it has been fifty years since we've seen each other, and I do remember how much you love the chase."

Klaus' grip relaxes, even as they continue swaying back and forth to the heady bass of the music. They're out of time with everyone else, but she's never really cared about that sort of stuff.

"I'm listening." Klaus finally tells her, a wicked gleam in his eyes even as his lips curl into a smirk.

"Hide and seek." She proposes bluntly. "If you can find me, you can have me. All of me." She emphasizes, even as she grips one of his hands, slides it up to cup her breast.

Klaus pulls her closer, lips pressing insistently against hers. It's a bruising kiss, and she tugs at his hair, her mask knocked askew.

"You'd best start running sweetheart. I'm not a very patient man after all."

She takes her time. She can feel her eyes on him as she discards her mask on the tray of a passing waiter, another few steps as she's pulling her hair out of it's top knot, letting her curls tumble down her back.

She leaves her shoes at the edge of the dance floor before melting into the darkness of the mansion, the stillness almost eerie despite the noise outside. She can hear him behind her, stalking her, footsteps in the dark.

She shrugs out of her wings as she climbs the grand staircase inside, listening to his chuckle as he finally catches on to what's going on, eyes burning into her as she knots them around the banister.

Her hand runs against paneled wood as she chances a glance over her shoulder, watching him as he shrugs out of his jacket, fingers reaching up to loosen his tie.

He stalks her, and she lets him, even as she pauses, eyes flicking between the doors laid out before her.

"Second on the left sweetheart."

She twists the correct knob, leaving the door ajar even as she slips out of her dress, the material pooling at her feet, leaving her in nothing but a pair of white lace panties.

She listens to him step inside the room, closing the door behind him and twisting the lock with deft fingers.

"Well sweetheart, when I finally envisioned us meeting again, this certainly wasn't what I had in mind." Klaus murmurs, his chest pressing into her back, one hand coming around to rest on her stomach. "Why didn't you come earlier?"

She breathes out with a sigh, hand covering his as it slips beneath the waistband of her panties, feeling how wet she already is for him.

"I wasn't ready earlier."

She doesn't have to say what she wasn't ready for her, it hangs in the air, unspoken between them. All of the possibilities that he'd offered her, things that she'd been too scared to grasp.

"Do your friends know you're here seducing the big bad hybrid?" Klaus' voice is filthy in her ears, clearly enjoying the feeling of her in his arms, even as he teases her with his fingers, circling her clit slowly.

She gasps out a breath as he pushes a finger into her slowly, teeth gritted in pleasure.

"I stopped caring what they thought a long time ago." She finally manages to bite out as Klaus sweeps her hair to the side, nosing along her neck, nipping at her collarbone.

He continues to tease her with his fingers, even as he laughs lowly into her ear.

"And now sweetheart?" The question is there, even if he already knows what she's going to tell him.

"I wouldn't be here if i wasn't ready. Fuck." She bites out as Klaus' fingers curl inside of her before he withdraws them. He turns her to face him, untying her mask and letting it fall to the ground with her dress.

She helps him out of his clothes. It would be so easy just to rip and tear and have her way but she senses that's not what he wants. He wants to take his time, wants her to want him. Wants her to need him.

And she does, even as she rips off his mask and plucks at his belt, even as he steps out of his shoes and socks and bends her over the bed.

She fists her hands into the covers, breasts pressing into the duvet as he grips her hips and enters her without warning, filling her to the hilt. She sighs at the sensation of being stretched, even as he pulls back and slams back into her suddenly.

"I've wanted you like this for so long." Klaus says roughly, nudging her legs apart further, spreading her open for him. She presses a cheek into the duvet, hands ripping and tearing at the sheets beneath her.

Klaus sets a rhythm that has her seeing stars, that has her pushing back against him with each, deep thrust, even as his fingers come around to tease her clit.

The feeling of him inside of her coupled with the feeling of his fingers touching her there is enough to tip her over the edge, his name on her lips as she comes.

Klaus pulls out and changes positions in the blink of an eye, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling her into his lap, impaling her on his cock. She bites down bluntly against his neck, a whine in her throat at the over stimulation.

He doesn't give her time to recover, gripping her hips and slamming up into her, even as the telltale veins around his eyes begin to appear.

"Do it." She begs him, even as her own fangs prick the inside of her gums.

His fangs sink into her shoulder as she falls limp beneath him, the sensation of him still inside her and drawing blood from her too much to take. She can only sob as he comes, fangs sinking into his neck as she takes her fill from him, riding that high together.

They sit curled around each other for an immeasurable period of time, the sounds of the party filtering through the windows.

It's Klaus that disentangles them, bending down to quickly lick the dried blood from her shoulder, sealing the wound shut with his venom. She'd heal of course, she had his blood in her system.

She stands on shaky legs, unsure as to what to do now. She hadn't put much thought into the after.

"Stay awhile." Klaus doesn't plead with her. He never would. "Even if it's not forever."

She shrugs into his dress shirt, buttoning up the black fabric with unsteady hands. She shoots him a shy smile, even as he sits unashamedly naked on the edge of the bed.

"I think I can do that."

Klaus' grin is boyish, and he looks achingly young in that moment.

"Best Halloween ever."