wintersquares said: Klaroline at the beach. Klaus isn't exactly thrilled about all that surf, sand and sun.
When Caroline had suggested they go to the beach sometime, Klaus had pictured moonlight walks at the edge of the surf on some secluded shore on a nearly deserted island. Apparently, Caroline had been picturing a family outing –though why she was including Elena, Katherine, and Jeremy as family was beyond his understanding—in the middle of the afternoon on some tourist-trap of a beach.
To pour salt in the wound, she had somehow convinced him to wear swimming trunks in a god-awful stripped pattern. It made sense only when he remembered that there had been a decided lack of clothing when he had agreed. If he wasn't mistaken, he had also been tied to the headboard at the time. A movement beside him caught his eye, and he turned to regard his usually dignified older brother lounging in a pair of plaid swimming trunks that were possibly uglier than his while staring moodily at Katherine –who was doing an excellent job of ignoring the mooning idiot. When Klaus had looked questioningly at him as they were leaving the house, Elijah had simply replied, "Caroline."
Even now the memory brought back an unreasonable spurt of jealousy. He knew that she had not used the same method of persuasion on his brother as she had him. That didn't, however, stop him from being jealous that she had taken the time to get to know Elijah well enough that she could somehow convince him to shed his suits in favor of horrendous looking shorts. He soothed his pride with the idea that Elijah was currently suffering from at least as much sand in awkward places as he was. Also, he chose to believe that Caroline had picked the ugliest pair of shorts should could for his brother just to give Katherine a reason to laugh.
A particularly loud shout from some snot-nosed little brat along the shoreline set Klaus' teeth on edge and left him questioning why he had willingly submitted himself to this kind of torture. On a separate blanket far too close for Klaus's liking, there was the Bennett who sat cuddled up with the youngest Gilbert. Suddenly, his presence made sense. Caroline dearly loved Bonnie, and this young brat apparently made the witch happy. His gaze strayed to where his sister sat only an arm's length from Elena as they both gazed longingly at Stefan. Perhaps she secretly hated Elena almost as much as Elena not-so-secretly hated her.
He stopped breathing for a moment as a very wet and smiling Caroline slowly walked out of the surf. Water cascaded down her form and over her very small and –thanks to the ocean water—very clingy bikini.
Now he remembered why he had agreed to come.