Kc + "we're both high school teachers serving as chaperons for a school trip and our students kinda ship us and i think they somehow rigged the hotel rooms so we have to share one?" AU
Sorta NSFW
"Sorry, I don't think I heard you right." She hisses towards the receptionist, who smiles apologetically but repeats what she'd said previously.
"I'm sorry ma'am. There seems to have been an error with your booking and we're one room short. I'm sure you can do some reshuffling with your group?
She does the math very quickly in her head, eyes casting over her group of school children sitting relatively well behaved in the lobby of the hotel.
Klaus Mikaelson, the other history teacher, catches her eye and stands, murmuring something to the group of kids sitting closest to him. He crosses the lobby in an instant, joining her at the reception and giving the receptionist a winning smile.
She refrains from rolling her eyes when the other girl blushes. Klaus was good looking, insane levels of hotness. She remembers his first day earlier in the year when he'd poked his head into the classroom and asked her to show him to the staffroom, and she'd almost died on the spot.
He looked tired, but he gave her a smile all the same, the slightest flash of dimples as she'd introduced herself.
They'd shaken hands, and oh god he had an accent and it was to die for. In retrospect, she recognized that she was being an absolute idiot over this guy when she barely knew anything about him, but it had been awhile, and he was absolutely gorgeous.
And of course, he remained effortlessly polite and chivalrous when he was around her from that day forward, keeping things professional in the classroom setting.
She couldn't pretend he wasn't disappointed, but chalked it up to having a girlfriend or having just got out of a messy relationship. Lord knew she had plenty of experience in that particular area, her fingers rubbing at the spot where her engagement ring used to sit.
"Everything alright Caroline?" He asks carefully, glancing from her obviously distressed face to the receptionist's apologetic one.
"There seems to be an error with our booking." She supplies through gritted teeth. "It seems that one of the rooms have been double booked, specifically one of our rooms."
Klaus does the math almost as quick as her, seeing the dilemma within seconds.
"Right. Looks like we'll have to bunk up for the evening then love." He remarks with a shrug. "No harm done, thanks." He nods to the receptionist, taking the key card that she's holding out for him, mouth agape as she gives him an obvious once over.
Klaus is all height and blonde hair and sharp features, with a lean sort of strength that she finds herself drawn to.
She takes the envelope with the rest of the keycards, a curt nod to the receptionist who's still staring after Klaus, who's already across the foyer and pairing off the students for rooming purposes.
She hands out keys on autopilot, sending the children up the elevator in groups with Klaus, foot tapping nervously against the floor of the lobby as the elevator descends for the last time.
Klaus appears all dimpled smiles as he slings her overnight bag over his shoulder.
"Come on then love. I'll even let you call dibs on first shower. The room isn't that bad."
They're directly opposite the elevator, no doubt to discourage any potential sneaking around with the kids, knowing how excitable they'll be in a strange place away from home.
True to Klaus' word, the room really isn't that bad. Perhaps to compensate for the fuckup they'd been given a slightly bigger and nicer room than what they'd usually get.
The décor is homey, and she notes the one king size bed with some trepidation as Klaus sets her bag down next to his.
"Go on then love. I'll wait until you're finished." He remarks kindly, kicking his shoes off and lying back on the pillows, hands locked behind his head.
She has to hide her blush, because the sleeping attire that she brought along with her was probably not meant for public consumption. The baby doll nightie was one of her favorites, a royal blue number that hugged her breasts and hit mid thigh.
Probably slightly inappropriate for an overnight school trip, but then again she didn't think that she'd be sharing a room with her insanely hot co worker.
It's with a resigned sigh that she grabs her toiletry bag and her nightie, snapping the door shut behind her and resting her forehead against the slightly cooler wood.
She was so, so screwed.
She tries not to cross her arms over her chest as she finally opens the door again, slightly calmer after a long, hot shower. Of course, all those thoughts fly away when she spots Klaus leaning against the headboard clad in boxers and a simple grey t-shirt, reading glasses perched on his nose.
She's not prepared for the look on his face when she finally plucks up the courage to meet his eyes.
She doesn't miss the way that his eyes rove over her almost languidly, like he didn't even realize that he was checking her out, drinking her in like a starving man would water.
She takes the opportunity to appreciate the way his shirt clings to his chest in all the right places, the slight hint of muscle outlined around his abdomen.
She's frozen in place as Klaus plants his feet on the floor and stands, fumbling for his glasses as he finally looks away from her, spell suddenly broken.
It's like a string has been cut between them and she sags, dropping her clothes and toiletries into her bag and bending down to zip it closed.
Klaus is still turned away from her, entire body stiff, hands clenched into fists by his side.
"Klaus?" She questions gently, wondering if she should close the distance between them.
So she's surprised when he turns suddenly, crossing the space between them and crowding her up against the wall. His hands are spanning her waist and he squeezes gently as she blinks up at him in surprise.
"Tell me to stop, and I will." He tells her, voice rough and breathing ragged as his eyes bore into hers, her fingers digging into his chest.
"I don't want you to stop." She breathes into the space between them before his lips are covering hers.
And good lord he is great at the kissing thing, one hand winding into her hair and tugging gently as she groans into his mouth.
It's the most exquisite form of torture, going through months of buildup only for everything to collide all at once, right here, right now.
Klaus tugs her away from the wall, twisting them and angling for the bed in between hot, open mouthed kisses.
"This probably isn't the best idea." She gasps out as he nips at the sensitive skin at her neck, smiling into the skin.
"On the contrary, I think it's a very good idea." He says in reply, taking a step back to pull his shirt over his head, discarding it somewhere on the floor next to her bag.
His hands slide around to cup her arse, fisting in the silky material of her nightie. She doesn't stop him when he slides the material up her body, pulling it gently over her head, baring her breasts to the cool night air and his hungry gaze.
He eases her down onto the bed, body covering hers as he kisses a trail of fire down her chest and stomach, fingers teasing the hem of her panties as her hips rocket off the bed.
"Oh god." She sighs as he teases her through the fabric, pressing kisses to her heated core, her hands tugging at his curls.
"Klaus wait." She murmurs as his fingers peel back the waistband of her panties, his hazy eyes meeting hers.
"Sorry. Too fast?" He questions as he abandons his quest, settling next to her and pulling her in for a languid kiss. She runs a hand slowly down his chest as he melts into his embrace.
"As much as I want to, it's probably not an appropriate setting." She points out a little regretfully as Klaus nods, pressing one more gentle kiss to her lips before he's reaching around for his shirt.
He melts as he pulls it over her, covering her up modestly before propping himself up against the headboard.
"Sorry love." He breathes out in a sigh, looking over at her where she's still lying on the mattress, chest heaving with exertion, more than a little frustrated. It's tempting, so tempting to slide her fingers beneath her panties and take care of herself, lord knows she's wet enough to do it. "But you do want to?"
His voice floats through the haze as she twists to stare at him. He looks guarded, vulnerable as his eyes dip towards his lap before meeting hers once more.
"Yes of course. Didn't you know?" She asks incredulously, because it seemed like everyone in the staff room but him knew about her juvenile crush.
His mouth is opening and closing like he's not sure what to say, so she crawls across the mattress towards him and straddles him, hands gripping his shoulders as she smiles at him.
"I've had the biggest crush on you since day one, but you were always so polite and professional that I wasn't sure how to circumvent it and tell you that I was into you.
She can feel his hardness pressing against her core, and her eyes flutter shut at the friction. Klaus' gaze has darkened again, and good god it would be so tempting to just let him throw her down and let him have his way with her. If the way he kissed was any indication, she had a feeling he'd be excellent in bed.
"God I wish you could've told me this sooner love." He breathes into the space between them, hands tightening around her waist. "I could have had you in so many ways by now."
She shivers at the confident delivery of those words, trying not to squirm in his lap, to make this any harder than it needs to be.
"You're free Saturday night?"
He swallows audibly, nodding as a way of reply to her somewhat direct question.
She bends down to whisper in his ear.
"You can come over to mine, and we can pick up where we left off. Make sure to bring plenty of condoms."
With his soft groan echoing in her ears, she crawls over to her side of the bed and switches the lamp off. It might be torture sharing the same mattress with him now, but she'll be damned if she won't take the opportunity to let off a bit of steam in the future.
She smiles to herself when Klaus swings himself out of bed and feels his way to the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind him.
Seems like she's not the only one frustrated tonight