follow up to your kc political au where bill and mikael are both running for president but klaus & caroline are hot and heavy for each other. because more, more, more, more! 3

Rated M just because ;)

"You're being very distracting you know." Klaus drawls as he bends down to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. "All spread out on my bed."

She rolls her eyes and swats at him with her hand, eyes not leaving the page of her pre-med textbook.

"Yes I'm sure I'm very appealing, dressed in one of your old sweatshirts and with unwashed hair." She remarks distractedly as she scribbles down some notes from a particular block of text.

Klaus makes a soft sound of amusement, but doesn't reply. Instead, he settles himself in next to her on the bed and mirrors her posture, resting on his stomach as he pulls her textbook towards him.

"But you do look delectable in that sweatshirt." Klaus finally says, tugging at the worn material. "And it's been so long since I've seen you. Wouldn't you rather be doing much more enjoyable activities rather than reading through this old thing?"

"I have exams coming up. So do you, which you should probably be studying for yourself." She swats him away again as his hand slips beneath the fabric of her sweatshirt, rubbing soothing circles into the small of her back, fingers teasing at the waistline of her panties.

She might be on break from Yale at the moment, but once she gets back she'll have to take exams for her pre-med subjects, which she was so not looking forward to. Likewise Klaus had his finals coming up soon, after which he'd graduate. Of course, he didn't seem particularly worried by the threat of looming exams. He never was.

"I'm not worried." Klaus states confidently, hand still resting on her back before passing back her textbook. "Besides, I've already got a job lined up."

Because of course he does. Klaus refused to use his father's name to get himself a job, and he'd actually turned down a few offers that came about only because Mikael had said the right things to the right people. It was admirable really, that Klaus was willing to stand on his own two feet and not use his family name, money, or connections to get where he needed to go.

"When were you going to tell me that?" She asks in surprise, finally closing her textbook and turning to him, recognising that she wasn't going to get anything done.

"I was going to tell you over dinner." Klaus remarks with an amused smile. "It was supposed to be a surprise. It's with a firm in Boston. It's just a junior position, but it pays well and it means that I won't have to give this place up. I know how much you like staying here."

She falls silent for a moment. Even if her dad does win the Presidential race, it doesn't necessarily mean that she'll have to move into the White House. Nor would she, given the travel time between there and New Haven.

"Congratulations. That's great news, really." She reassures him as she buries her head into his chest. He strokes her hair gently for a moment, not saying anything. "I wish you were closer." She finally whispers out loud as Klaus tugs gently at her hair, forcing her to look at him.

"Me too sweetheart. But until this presidential race is over, you know that we can't go public with this. Even if it looks as if your dad has it in the bag." Klaus swipes a thumb over her cheek with a fond smile.

"I do want the two of you to meet one day."

Klaus kisses her cheek before pulling her into his lap.

"I'd like to as well. He must be an extraordinary man, having raised you."

"Klaus." She whispers, fingers rubbing over two day stubble. He nips playfully at her fingers, hands easily spanning her waist.

"I love you." Klaus tells her, so simply, like it's as easy as breathing.

She blinks back at him in surprise. They'd been hiding their relationship for almost a year now. From everyone, parents and families included. It seemed easier that way, to go incognito, to fly under the radar. Neither of them had out and out mentioned the love word, although sometimes their actions had a tendency to speak louder than words.

She grabs his shirt and hauls him towards her, one hand diving into his curls and tugging, their lips meeting clumsily. Klaus catches on quickly enough, tongue sweeping against her lips before darting into her mouth, deepening their kiss.

She tugs at his shirt, and he very quickly gets the message, tugging it over his head before doing the same with her sweatshirt.

She lets out a moan as his mouth closes around one of her nipples sucking gently, nipping at the skin around it. She pushes him onto his back and reaches for his belt, making quick work of it, his pants, and his boxers.

They've never needed much foreplay. The sheer attraction between them had stunned them at first, especially the first time they'd slept together since they'd started dating. If possible it only seemed to increase as time went on, Klaus only having to give her a particular kind of smile that has her turned on.

He especially loved teasing her at political events they both needed to be present at as elections drew ever closer. He would purposefully avoid her, instead talking to anyone but her. It was infuriating and frustrating in the best possible way, and on one memorable occasion she'd cornered him in the bathroom and let him have his way with her, the rest of the party milling on just beyond a very thin doorway.

She shimmies out of her own panties, one hand on his stomach to stop him from moving, his cock stiff and ready for her. She licks a languid stripe up the underside of his cock, smiling to herself when she hears his muffled curse. She loved seeing him like this, a powerful man in his own right like putty in her hands.

As much as she'd like to suck him off until he saw stars, she was eager to have him, have all of him inside her. She likes to tease him, rolling on the condom slowly as his chest heaves with exertion and the effort of keeping himself in control.

She sinks down onto him with a sigh, Klaus letting out another soft groan at the sensation. She keeps going until she's bottomed out, has taken every inch of him that she can. Klaus' eyes pop open as she swirls her hips experimentally.

"Fuck sweetheart." Klaus gasps out as he grips her hips and sits up, resting his back against the headboard. "You feel amazing."

She uses his shoulders as leverage, setting a quick, brutal rhythm. She'd always liked it a little rough, something that had taken Klaus some getting used to. He'd always wanted to treat her delicately, carefully. He was great at sex, and she could tell that he'd been holding back initially, and she'd had to convince him that she liked it like this.

She liked being in control, and he liked giving her that control when the mood suited him.

Klaus rolls his hips against hers, helping her towards her peak, that feeling of nirvana that always comes with being in his bed. He'd come out of nowhere, and she couldn't imagine not having him in her life now.

Her orgasm hits her suddenly, and Klaus tips her forward, her back landing against the mattress as he hitches a leg over his hips and drives into her. She almost cries out at the overstimulation, breath stuttering out against his shoulder as she practically sobs at the sensation, one orgasm turning into a second.

Klaus slows down the pace, her core throbbing as she sighs into the space between them. He was always so attune to her and her body, knew what she needed without her having to say a thing.

The come down is amazing, the feeling of his languid movements in and out coaxing that fire in her belly once more. His control was amazing, holding himself back as their fingers twine together almost absentmindedly.

"I love you too." She whispers into his ear as he freezes above her, a delighted smile on his face.

"Yeah?" He questions, stilling above her for a moment, fingers splayed across the skin of her thigh.

"Yeah." She confirms, ducking her head up to kiss him on the lips. "Move please."

Klaus chuckles, nipping at the column of her throat.

"Well since you asked so nicely sweetheart…"

Six months later, she gets her wish. Her dad becomes the next President of the United States of America, and rather than murder her like she was expecting, he instead greets Klaus with a handshake and a smile as he stands in the middle of the Oval Office.

They make pleasant small talk for some time before her dad turns to her with a playful smile.

"You do know I've known about this relationship for some time now?"

The sound of Klaus' laughter as she gapes at her dad is like music to her ears.

"I'm the President of the United States Caroline. Give me some credit.