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Abridged summaries:
1. Caroline comes to Klaus's door after turning her humanity back on.
2. Part two to Catcall. Smut.
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-Angie

Klaroline prompt - 'She hasn't slept in days, her clothes are rumpled, her hair a mess, her eyes red from crying over her friends' stupidity and she's in dire need of a shower. But she's standing at his door and she's there for him - he thinks she's never looked more beautiful.'

Klaus didn't often sleep late, but it seemed like the world waited for him to do so to descend into chaos. Or at least, that's what it felt like when he pulled his phone over to answer it after he had ignored five calls without looking at the number.

"This had better be imp—"

"Klaus?" Caroline voice asked from the other end of the line. Her voice was shaky and she sounded absolutely miserable.

"Caroline. What's wrong, love?" he asked, already halfway to the study to reserve a plane ticket.

"My… My mom. She's dead."

That, he knew. And then she'd turned off her humanity, but she sounded tearful. Perhaps it was back on?

"I'm sorry, Sweetheart."

"And…and I had to leave. I was stupid and I turned it off and I did…I did terrible things, and they decided I was too dangerous, and so Damon tried to kill me Klaus, and Elena nearly let him, and I feel—I don't know how to feel. I have too many feelings."

"Where are you, love?" he asked, knowing that it couldn't be Mystic Falls.

"Walking up the steps to your—"

He was already at the front door, wrenching it open to see her.

"—House," she finished, hanging up the phone as she stared at him.

She clearly hadn't slept in days, her clothes were rumpled, her hair a mess, her eyes red from crying over her friends' stupidity, and she was in dire need of a shower. But she was standing at his door and she was there for him - in that moment, he thought she'd never looked more beautiful.

He pulled her into a hug, letting her sob into his chest and stroking her hair, not giving a single fuck if anyone could see, because in that moment he knew that he would always protect her.

Even from herself.

"Come in, love. Let's get you cleaned up."

She laughed through her tears, hiccuping slightly. "Are you calling me dirty?"

He ruthlessly suppressed the urge to turn her words into a sexual innuendo, instead grabbing her hand to lead her to the ensuite bathroom of the guest room, hoping she wouldn't notice that it had been specifically stocked with all of her favorite bath products.

He showed her where the towels were and told her to take as long as she needed, and once he heard the shower start, he pulled out his phone.

"Charlie, mate, I need you to make a visit to Mystic Falls…No. Don't do anything once you get there. Simply observe…Yes…Hourly updates…We will speak later, I'm sure."

"Caroline?" he asked, knocking on the shower door.

"Hmm?" she asked through the door, probably knowing he could hear her.

"Did you bring anything with you?"

"No," he heard her say in a small voice.

"All right, then, love. I'll be in my studio. If you need me."

"Okay," he heard her say faintly.

He sped to his studio and set about putting all of his paintings of Caroline in the spare room he kept temperature controlled for his finished works, pulling his phone out again as he went.

"Hello, Donna. Go to the shopping center and set some things aside for a 34-26-35…She's usually a size six…I'll text you a list…Yes, just tell me which stores you've used and we'll pick them up later…Yes, that includes lingerie…34B in La perla…If you ever ask me something like that again I'll compel you to eat your own arms off…You have one hour, love. Best get cracking."

He hung up, pocketing the phone, smiling when he heard Caroline come up behind him, but staying focused on cleaning up his studio.

"How do you know my bra size and measurements?"

"I did buy you that dress."

"Which was incredibly creepy," Caroline pointed out.

Klaus shrugged, still not turning around, knowing that his answer (he'd spied on her cheer practice, picked out the cheerleader closest to her size, and compelled her to go shopping with him) would not earn him all that many points.

"What if I want to pick out my own clothes?" she asked.

"You can. I just wanted to set some aside so that you'd have clean clothes to wear until–"

He froze, realizing that one of the servants had probably taken her clothes to put them in the laundry, not realizing that she didn't have anything else. He turned around to face her, and felt himself immediately go half-hard just looking at her.

Her hair was damp from her shower, still sticking slightly to her face and neck, leaving wet spots on the shirt she was wearing—his shirt—and he couldn't help but wonder what she was wearing under it, because her underthings must have gone into the laundry as well.

He knew he was staring, but she had a small amused smile on her face. "I needed clothes. I hope it was okay that I went through your–"

"Feel free to wear my clothes anytime you'd like, love," he said hoarsely, making her grin.

"Thank you. For letting me stay here, I mean."

"Always."

She bit her lip. "You know I like you, Klaus."

He remained silent, waiting for her to continue, and when it seemed to become clear to her that he wouldn't speak, she continued. "I don't think I'm ready for a relationship right now."

"Frankly, love, I don't think you are either."

Her eye twitched, and he gave himself a small pat on the back for throwing her off-kilter for once.

"Yeah. Well…Okay," she said slowly. "I heard you call that guy. Charlie. You told him to go to Mystic Falls."

He nodded.

"What's he doing there?"

"I was going to have him watch the movements of your acquaintances there," he said, noting that she winced at his choice of words.

"Okay. You're not going to kill them, are you?"

He opened his mouth to respond before she interrupted him. "Or, you know, have them killed. Or participate in their deaths in any way, shape, or form."

He smiled. "Not unless you wish it. I have no desire to anger you."

She smiled slightly. "Thanks."

"Of course."

She walked towards him at human pace and hugged him, burying her face in his chest again. He held her, rubbing her back and stroking her hair, relishing in her soft curves pressed against his body.

"Thank you," she said again, her words muffled.

"Always, my love."

He felt the curl of her lips as she smiled into his chest, and could have sworn he heard her murmur, "And forever."

"You must continue the one where caroline gets with klaus and is rebekahs best friend." - Anon

My summary: Summer's over, and Caroline & Klaus are on a break (until they aren't).

"What's going to happen when summer's over?"

Klaus looked down to see Caroline looking up at him earnestly, her head in his lap while he played with her hair.

"Do you want the perfect world answer or the real world answer?" he asked warily, knowing that she knew as well as he did that, as much as they liked each other, they wouldn't be able to carry on a relationship from opposite sides of the country.

She shifted slightly, wriggling her toes against the pillow on the armrest of the couch. "Can I hear both options and pick one?"

He rolled his eyes, but obliged.

"In a perfect world, we would go off to school, have a wonderful and healthy long distance relationship throughout the year, reunite after I graduate and you're out for summer holidays, and then carry on from there."

"And the real world?"

"We'd last until Christmas if we're lucky."

She let out a sharp breath. "I like option one."

He laughed slightly. "Me too."

They fell silent for a moment before Caroline spoke again. "How about we take a break?"

"A break?"

"Yeah. If we're both still single at the end of the semester we can revisit it. Until then, we're officially unattached."

He considered it for a moment. He could appreciate Caroline's idea. It had a way of taking the pressure off. "Would we still talk?"

She shrugged. "Do you want to?"

He smiled slightly. "Yes."

"Okay. Then we can."

"This might be the most civil breakup I've ever had."

She glared at him, reaching up to poke him in the chest. "We're not broken up yet. We have a week."

He laughed. "That's true. Is there anything special you want to do before the week is over, then?"

"Nothing in particular. You?"

He smiled. "I have a few ideas."

"Oh, yeah?" she asked before squeaking in surprise as he threaded one arm under her legs and the other under her back, picking her up. She threw her arms around his neck for balance, laughing as he carefully carried her up the stairs to his bedroom, setting her down outside his closed door and pushing her up against it, attacking her lips with his. She moaned, fumbling with the doorknob so that they fell back as it opened, though he managed to grab her shoulder before she fell, and she pushed him onto the bed, straddling him.

He tugged her blouse over her head and unhooked her bra, throwing them on the floor, and let out a soft sigh as he attached his lips to breasts, leaving hot open-mouthed kisses on the soft skin.

She moaned arching her back, winding her fingers into the fabric of his shirt. She could feel the hardness of his cock under her, and let out a soft sigh as Klaus undid the button and zip for her jeans, shoving them down her hips. She pulled back and rolled off of him, wriggling out of the tight jeans and lace thong, before undressing him completely and straddling him again, rubbing her wet folds against his hard cock.

"Ride me, love."

She smirked, reaching down to stroke him a few times, before positioning him at her entrance and sinking down, moaning as he filled her, and rocking her hips, making him groan. He grabbed her ass, squeezing it and holding her in place so that he could fuck her as she rode him. She threw her head back, lips slightly parted, breasts bouncing as she rode him, moaning again as he tweaked one of her nipples, the other hand still stroking her ass.

"So good," she panted, her eyelids fluttering.

"Are you close, love?"

She nodded frantically, rolling her hips, her moans escalating in volume as he filled her again and again. "I'm going to come, Klaus."

"I want to feel you come around me, Caroline," he said, squeezing her hips again, his voice lowering in tone. "I want to feel you clench around my cock."

She panted it out his name as she tipped over the edge on top of him, her chest heaving with her harsh breaths, and he came shortly afterwards, pulling her close to him after she rolled off.

It had been almost three months since he'd returned to the university and he and Caroline were still texting every day. She was telling him all about her terrible Sociology professor, and he drank in every word. Neither of them had mentioned their agreement. They flirted over text, and sometimes she'd call and they'd talk, but it never crossed a line.

It was nearing Thanksgiving break when she texted him to ask if he was planning on coming home. Truthfully, he really hadn't been, but since she'd asked he guessed he could afford the plane ticket.

He really hoped that she wasn't seeing anyone, because he missed her.

She'd fucking ruined him.

The day came for him to board the plane, and when he came down to the baggage claim he saw Caroline waiting for him. "Your sister asked me to come pick you up as a favor," she explained, though he had a feeling that she wasn't too annoyed with it.

He certainly wasn't.

"Well, thank you."

She nodded, smiling slightly. "C'mon. I'm parked in the lot across the way."

He nodded. "All right."

"Are you seeing anyone?" she asked abruptly.

He resisted the urge to laugh. He loved her straightforwardness, and appreciated the fact that she seemed to not want to waste time on trying to dance around each other.

"No, I'm not. You?"

She gave him a toothy smile. "I'm not. I was just wondering because I wanted to see if I could do this."

And then her lips were on his. Sweet, addictive, soft, and so fucking Caroline and he didn't know how he had managed to live the last three months without her soft, pliant body pressing against his, or her tongue sweeping across his bottom lip, or the tiny panting moans she made when she was trying desperately to be quiet…

He pulled back, though he'd wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to him. "I missed you."

He could feel her smile against his neck. "I missed you too."

"I want to tell Rebekah."

"Are you mental?"

Caroline looked up from her phone to glare at Klaus from the other side of his couch, her feet curled up underneath her as she leaned against the armrest. "I don't think so."

"She's going to kill us."

Caroline shrugged. "It's none of her business."

"Then why do you want to tell her?" Klaus asked, completely confused from her two seemingly contradicting points.

"Because I think she's suspicious. She keeps asking when I got laid and didn't tell her because apparently I've been smiling like an idiot for the past week and she can't figure out why."

He huffed out a breath.

"Look, she's not stupid, Klaus. She'll figure it out sooner than we think she will."

"Yes, she will," a cool voice said from the doorway, making Caroline squeak and Klaus groan.

"Hello, Bekah."

"Brother. Traitorous best friend," his sister greeted as she walked over, her heels clicking on the hardwood floors.

"Sorry, Beks," Caroline mumbled.

"For what? I thought it was none of my business."

Despite the fact that her hands were obscuring her face, Klaus could almost picture the exact combined expression of resignation and annoyance that was most likely present on his girlfri-well, Caroline's face right now.

"It isn't," he bit out. "Weren't you supposed to be out with friends?"

Rebekah shrugged. "Yes, but Mum asked me to come home a bit early to make sure that we had everything we need for dinner tomorrow," she explained, before turning to Caroline. "You're invited, by the way. Apparently your Mum's working again."

Caroline didn't even bother faking disappointment at her mother's unavailability anymore (Klaus figured that she must have stopped around the time that her mother started keeping a cot in her office), but instead just nodded tiredly, turning to him with a slightly pouty look on his face.

That face never boded well for him.

"Do you want to be the best boyfriend ever–"

Rebekah choked, and he smirked. That answered that question.

"You're not actually dating, are you?" Rebekah interrupted.

Klaus and Caroline looked at each other and back at Rebekah before chanting together, "It's none of your business."

Caroline was smiling sweetly, and Klaus knew that he probably looked like he'd rather be having any other conversation at all.

"C'mon, it'll be fun," Caroline whispered into his ear as she began to nip his neck. He contemplated what he'd done to deserve a girlfriend that seemed determined to explore exhibitionism (something he really wouldn't have minded at all if she hadn't wanted to explore it in his childhood bedroom right before Thanksgiving dinner with all of his extended family downstairs), rather than a normal one who would just be stressing out about meeting his family.

Luckily (or unluckily, he wasn't quite sure yet), Caroline had no such anxieties. All of his family members that she actually cared about already liked her, and she didn't seem too bothered to ingratiate herself with his father, Finn, or Finn's wife, Sage.

Instead, she palmed him through his jeans, smirking as she felt him grow harder under her hand, and he couldn't help but buck into her palm, groaning softly.

"Please?" she asked, slightly breathily.

He swore and nodded, trying to ignore her cheshire-cat smile as she undid his jeans and shoved them off with his boxers, throwing them on the floor, before bending over his cock, her hot breath on it making him harden even further, her breasts swaying invitingly as she held herself up on her hands and knees, her lips going ever-closer.

He'd by now figured out that she liked giving him head (another point in Caroline's 'plus' column, if he was perfectly honest, though he also wasn't sure if he'd actually found any cons yet), but he suspected that it was mostly because she liked trying to make him make noise, which he was not particularly fond of. She had been diligently figuring out exactly what he liked, and by now she'd figured out how to bring him as close to the edge as possible without letting him finish.

He'd gotten incredibly close to begging before, and he wasn't all that interested in what he was now almost positive was a fantasy of hers ever becoming a reality when his entire family could tune into the Klaus and Caroline Porn Show any second if they all fell silent and paid even the slightest bit of attention to any noise up the stairs.

He groaned when she wrapped her lips around him, sucking lightly, and his hand immediately buried itself in her hair, tugging at it. He watched her bob up and down, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucked him, the tip of his cock hitting the back of her throat. She swallowed around him, and he swore.

She lifted her mouth off of him, giving him a light lick as she withdrew, tugging off her shirt and letting it fall to the floor, before licking him hard from base to tip, her tongue darting over the head of his cock to lick the traces of precum from him. "Yes, Caroline. Fuck, just like that."

Her hand wrapped around the base of him, and she began to pump his cock as her lips and tongue moved over his head and shaft.

He groaned, his eyes rolling back into his head, as she took him in almost completely, the tip of his cock hitting the back of her throat, and she moaned around him, making him jerk into her mouth. She gagged. He swore again, making her smile after she pulled her lips away. Her hand was still stroking him even though she was sitting up on her hands and knees, her breasts swaying just over the tip of him.

"Caroline, love…" he began, realizing that she had no intention of putting her mouth back on him, but was instead jerking him off onto her breasts. He realized that he wanted to see his come marking her cleavage like that, but he also knew that now probably was not the time to experiment with that.

Caroline, again, seemed to have no such concerns. She held a finger to her lips, her hand speeding up, and he groaned loudly, making her bite her lip down in an attempt not to laugh. "Shh."

He would have rolled his eyes if he hadn't been concentrating so hard on the fucking perfection that was her hand wrapped around him. "I'm going to come, Caroline," he said roughly, she nodded, licking her lips, as she maintained eye contact, and he tipped over the edge, spilling onto the tops of her breasts peeking out of the blue lace of her bra. She grinned before crawling back up to him, fusing her lips with hers for a moment before pulling back. "Make me come with your fingers, Klaus."

He grinned and flipped her over so that she was on her back, pushing two fingers into her dripping pussy and pumping them, smirking as she writhed under him, wanton pants escaping her lips. "Yes, Klaus, right there. Just like that…"

He knew all of her sweet spots now, and wasted no time in utilizing them all. "I want to see your face when you come around my fingers, Sweetheart. You're so beautiful all splayed out on my bed with your legs spread wide for me. You like the idea of doing this when people can catch us, don't you?"

She nodded, panting, as she rolled her hips over his fingers. "Klaus," she moaned. "I'm so close. Go faster."

He complied, picking up the speed of the thrusts of his fingers, smiling as he watched her come undone, her pussy clenching against his fingers, covering them with her juices.

He pulled his fingers out of her and she grabbed his wrist, pulling his fingers to her lips so that she could lick her juices off, making his eyelids flutter shut at the sensation of her tongue against his skin.

She bent over to grab her shirt, and he frowned. "Love, don't you want to, er-wash that off?" he asked, gesturing to his come, which was drying over her breasts.

"Nope," she said cheerfully, pulling her shirt over her head. "I want to sit across from you at that table and eat while I talk to your family and you sit there hard for me, knowing that your come is all over my breasts just under my shirt."

His cock twitched and he groaned, rubbing his palms over his face. "I'll make it up to you later," she sang, pushing herself off of his bed and sauntering out of the room without waiting for him to re-dress, adding an extra sway to her hips.

The woman was going to kill him.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed. Please review ;)
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-Angie