A/N: Abridged summaries:
1. Caroline travels the world. She sends Klaus postcards.
2. They see Fifty Shades of Grey. Klaus is offended.
Enjoy!
-Angie
AU after season 4 - Klaus is in New Orleans but no baby storyline. Caroline, inspired by Klaus, goes to find herself and explore the world. She sends Klaus postcards from every place she visits but never Rome, Paris or Tokyo because she's saving those for him to show her.
To: Klaus
From: Caroline Forbes
Subject: Traveling
Hi Klaus,
Stefan gave me your email. I hope you don't mind.
Thank you so much for the offer of Tyler returning to Mystic Falls. He has chosen to stay with his pack in an undisclosed location (even to me), but I appreciated the thought.
I was planning on going to Whitmore, as you probably know (since you sent me a minifridge), but you reminded me that I have a lifetime to go to college. I've decided to explore the world a little bit instead. I'm trying this new thing where I leave technology behind (besides my phone). I hope you don't mind if I send you postcards?
Thank you. For everything.
Sincerely,
Caroline
To: Caroline Forbes
From: Klaus
Subject: Re: Traveling
Dear Caroline,
It's quite all right. I don't mind in the least. I'm happy you've reached out.
You're welcome.
Yes, I was aware. I am pleased that you've decided to take my advice. If I have my way, you'll have infinite lifetimes to do whatever you please.
I do hope that you've not left yet. I would hope that you'd know that I would be ecstatic to hear from you in any form.
You're welcome. For everything.
-Klaus
6/23/12
Dear Klaus,
I know that I said I was going to explore the world, but I couldn't help stopping in a few places in the US first. New York is so full of energy, and the food is amazing. There's so many people and things to do. It truly is the city that never sleeps.
I'd arranged to be here for a week, and my time will be up tomorrow (the day I send this). I've been to four Broadway shows (Dirty Rotten Scoundrels was my favorite by far), and I'm getting ready to go out clubbing tonight.
It's such a new experience to be out on my own. I'm enjoying it a lot. I feel like I'm finally free to make choices for myself (even if they're stupid ones) without feeling judged.
I hope everything in New Orleans is going well.
Best,
Caroline
7/12/12
Dear Klaus,
I can see why you loved Chicago! It's really very similar to New York, isn't it? The energy is different, though.
The airport is huge! I don't think I've ever been somewhere so confusing. The signs are terrible, but it was interesting. I must have sat at the gate window watching the planes take off for an hour. Everything looks so different when you're in the air, for some reason. You just feel so small. Or, at least, I do. The food is terrible, though.
I did try Chicago-style pizza for the first time yesterday (its delicious!), and I've been exploring the museums and local bars. I'm excited to see what else there is to do here.
-Caroline
8/25/12
Dear Klaus,
Los Angeles isn't at all like they show it on-screen. Or, at least, the parts I've been to…
There aren't palm trees every five feet, and I haven't run into a single celebrity yet. However, they didn't lie about the beaches. I've found a really beautiful one by the Santa Monica pier, and I don't know how I've never thought about the ocean before. I know I said that being on a plane makes you feel small, but there's something so humbling about watching water that stretches as far as you can see.
I went to Disneyland (silly, I know), and I don't think I've ever had so much shameless fun. I met a bunch of other girls that were stopping by for summer vacation, and I hung out with them for the last week or two. I got a princess makeover too, which I know seems ridiculous. I know this was an actual letter, and that's because (as I'm sure you've seen) I've attached a copy of the photo (just in case you wanted to see it).
I've decided to go to Hawaii next, and I'm really looking forward to it!
-Caroline
9/13/12
Dear Klaus,
The volcano hikes are amazing. I feel like I would be a lot more anxious if I wasn't a vampire, since these things could potentially erupt at any time, but I feel like I enjoy it so much more now that there's a lot less risk.
The resorts here are fabulous, and the beaches are even better than they are in California. They're so clear, and I loved swimming (though I did have a brief moment where I was worried that the current would drag me away).
I know that you probably don't care, but I feel like I have to tell someone how excited I am that I found a bunch of gorgeous sundresses here. I don't think I could ever find stuff like this in Virginia.
Thank you so much for encouraging me to do this. I know you can't reply, but I hope you don't mind my rambling.
-Caroline
9/21/12
Dear Klaus,
Mexico is gorgeous. I think I might be a bit sick of beaches for the time being, though. Then again, I've only been to the resort towns. I feel like I should be exploring more of the local culture.
The food here is amazing though. I was told pretty bluntly in Los Angeles that nowhere in Virginia has "authentic" Mexican food, but at this point I'm almost positive that Los Angeles doesn't either. I love mole.
I've picked up a tiny bit of Spanish too. Not much, but enough to ask where to find the bathroom and what time it is. I've started wondering how hard it would be to really learn a language? Maybe I'll stop somewhere for a longer time and see…
I would say France, but I don't want to stop there just yet. I kind of want to save Paris for later.
I also sometimes feel like it would be nice if you could reply, but I don't know how I'd go about that without accessing my email, and I think I'm enjoying being technology-free a bit too much for that.
I hope you're still reading (even enjoying?) my postcards.
Sincerely,
Caroline
10/15/12
Dear Klaus,
I think I'm officially homesick, but I really want to power through it and keep traveling. Portland is amazing. I think I might be addicted to hipster coffee (don't judge!). I visited Powell's bookstore too, and it was amazing. Bonnie would have loved it. It's practically the pre-made set of book porn.
I miss her a lot. Mom and Elena, too. But I'm glad that I can talk to you, at least.
I hope everything's well in New Orleans. I'm planning on going to Canada next.
-Caroline
11/4/12
Dear Klaus,
Vancouver is so different from everywhere else I've been. It's a city, and it's not exactly quiet, but it's not as rushed, I guess. The culture's really different.
I've tried Tim Horton's, which is apparently a thing here, and I've been warned not to try to pet moose (apparently they're not actually all that friendly).
Did you know that polar bears are the only animals to actively hunt humans? It scared the bejeezus out of me.
I also made the mistake of coming during hockey season (and picking a hotel right next to the arena). I went to two of the games though, and I have to admit that it's pretty cool to watch. Everyone's very into it, and there's a lot of energy.
I know it's silly to ask, since you can't reply, but are you into sports at all? Hockey seems like the sort of thing you'd enjoy, since the players are constantly punching each other.
I'll write again soon.
-Caroline
12/31/12
London is so amazing. There are so many things to do and the culture is so different even though everyone speaks English. I totally didn't know that pissed meant drunk and not annoyed, and I have now been teased for the last three weeks by my friends.
Oh, I don't know if I told you this in my last letter, but I've met these two girls who are also vampires, and we've been traveling together. They're really cool. I like them a lot.
We're planning on getting "pissed" tonight for New Years, and I'm really excited. I'm also very thankful that vampires don't feel cold as acutely as humans, but I did get a new coat anyway. I think I'm getting more comfortable using compulsion for things like this, and I don't know whether to be happy about it or concerned. Either way, I'm totally in love with it.
Is it weird that I kind of wish you were here? I feel like you'd have so many awesome stories about everything. Maybe you can show me around someday?
I'll try to write again soon.
Sincerely,
Caroline
1/22/13
Dear Klaus,
I've been convinced by Jan and Katie to go to Florence, but I'm staying away from Rome for obvious reasons (at least, I hope they're obvious to you?). I'm really enjoying the culture here. Again, the food is phenomenal. I feel like I'm getting more appreciative of that kind of thing everywhere I go.
I know you probably don't care about this, but the shopping here is fantastic (unless you decide to be a total stalker and buy me a dress again) (for the record, Roberto Cavalli's dresses are by far my favorites so far, in case you're interested).
I still wish you were here.
Sincerely,
Caroline
2/15/13
Dear Klaus,
I don't know how you knew where I was, and I don't really want to know, but thank you for the dress all the same. It was very nice of you.
Don't think that I don't know the significance of the date. Although, I'm sure that you knew (and that it was a hint). I'm not planning on taking you up on your offer yet. I'm having too much fun with Jan and Katie for you to ruin the party with your overprotectiveness (don't think that I don't also know that you have a bodyguard following us everywhere).
And yes, I did say 'yet'. As long as you're willing to wait, I mean.
Still missing you, though.
-Caroline
3/19/13
Dear Klaus,
I know it's cliche to be in Ireland for St Patrick's Day, but I couldn't resist. The history here is so rich and interesting. I'm really enjoying seeing all the historical sites.
I saw a riverdancing concert, and it was incredible. I wish I could dance like that (unfortunately, Miss Mystic Falls training didn't cover that style).
I don't have much to say right now, unfortunately, but I'm hoping that we could come back someday and you can tell me more stories?
Maybe it's a bit silly of me to assume things. I hope you think about me as much as I think about you, and I hope you're still reading my cards.
-Caroline
4/24/13
Dear Klaus,
Switzerland is so beautiful. I hiked in the Alps and it was gorgeous. Looking around me from that height was so humbling. It reminded me of the story you told about the Andes with the hummingbird. I might go to South America next even though I was planning on visiting Germany. What's the point of being a vampire if you can't compel yourself a last minute flight, right?
I have to cut this short because Jan and Katie want to go camping or something, and I don't think there will be a postbox for awhile.
Missing you,
Caroline
5/12/13
Okay, fine, so maybe I decided to go to Germany first. The history here is also awesome. I've been to a ton of museums so far. Jan and Katie insisted that we go to Hamburg, though I hadn't heard of it before, and it was a completely new experience.
We also went on that highway with no speed limit, which was so much fun. Nerve-wracking, but fun.
We're planning on going to Japan next, but don't worry, Tokyo is off the table. I promise.
Still missing you,
Caroline
6/23/13
I can't believe it's been a year since I left! I have to say that I'm not tired of traveling, but I do feel like I need to settle down in one city for more than a month or two for awhile. I weirdly kind of miss grocery shopping and cooking. There are all these little things that I don't really have to do when I'm traveling that I kind of wish I could.
Either way, Japan is so great! I've had sushi before in the US, but this is completely different. It's mind-blowing. I love the culture here, too. And the cat cafes. I didn't know those were a thing, but it's the best thing EVER.
I'm so glad you convinced me to do this.
Sincerely,
Caroline
7/20/13
Yes, this postcard is from exactly where you think it is. The French Quarter is gorgeous.
I can't wait for you to show me all of the art, music, and culture you promised.
Hopefully I won't be missing you for much longer.
-Caroline
Can you please write a drabble in which Klaus and Caroline go to see 50SOG and when they get home things get heated between them (smut and non human please.) P. S. Love your drabbles.
"That was the worst movie I have ever seen in my entire life," Klaus said, closing and locking the door behind him before helping Caroline out of her cardigan, hanging it up with his jacket in the hall closet.
"I liked it," Caroline said, unfastening her wedges and kicking them off, wiggling her toes against the hardwood floor.
"Why? He treated her horribly."
"Um...Isn't that what BDSM is?"
She didn't think she'd ever seen Klaus look so offended.
"No. No, real BDSM is consensual. Both parties enjoy it, and there are clear rules. The safe word is a sacred thing. If your submissive says it, you stop. Immediately. You don't stalk your submissives. Or threaten them."
"You stalked me."
"That was different. I never forced myself on you and I never threatened you in order to gain sexual favors."
"You traded a hybrid for a date," she pointed out.
"That was a bribe, and you know perfectly well that if you'd seemed even the least bit uncomfortable with my presence I would have backed off a bit. I never tried to touch you. This Christian Grey fellow assaulted her."
"You seem to know a lot about this," she said, a small smile on her face.
"I'm a thousand years old. There are very few things that I haven't tried."
"I didn't say it was a bad thing," she said, walking over to him and slinging her arms around his neck. "I'm just surprised you're so offended."
"I'm not offended," he said firmly. "It just worries me that you weren't bothered by it."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, if you think that sort of relationship is healthy or desirable, it makes me wonder if you feel that I am that controlling of you. I am self-aware enough to know that I'm possessive and selfish, but I'd like to think that I'm not unreasonable. I was also under the impression that you feel empowered by it, not stifled and helpless."
"I do feel empowered by it."
"Well, that's the difference, then. The woman in the film wasn't. She felt helpless and out of control, and that's not something I'd want for you."
She nodded thoughtfully, seeing his point, and rested her head in the crook of his neck. His arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her flush against him. She liked it when he held her, his warmth enveloping her, and she hummed contentedly against his skin, dropping a soft kiss on it before catching his lips with hers.
He caught her bottom lip between his teeth and tugged lightly, making her moan, and she pulled back. "Show me."
"Pardon?"
"Show me what it's like."
"I don't know your limits."
She shrugged. "Okay, just don't get too crazy with it."
He eyed her warily, his gaze flicking over her face. "What would you like the safe word to be?"
"I don't know. Stop?"
He shook his head. "Stop isn't a good one, just because sometimes when you tell me to 'stop', you don't actually mean 'stop'."
She bit her lip. "Okay. Um…"
"It should be easy to pronounce," he added. "And recognizable when slightly mispronounced."
"Stake?"
"All right."
They stared at each other for a moment before he picked her up and sped them to their bedroom, throwing her down on the bed, positioning himself over her and kissing her roughly. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them over her head with one hand, the other bunching the hem of her dress around her waist to grip her thigh.
She moaned quietly into his mouth and he pulled back. "You will address me as 'Sir' and you will follow my directions without question or hesitation. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir."
He gave her a dimpled smile and bent down to kiss her again, his finger hooking around the string of her thong and pulling it down her legs, throwing it to the side. She spread her legs for him as he trailed a finger down her wet slit, and she moaned into his mouth as he teased at her entrance.
He pulled his fingers away and let go of her wrists. "Keep them there."
"Yes, Sir."
He stayed above her on the bed, kissing and licking at the creamy skin of her jaw and neck, leaving bright red marks that faded quickly. She moaned, tipping her head to the side, and he cupped her breast through the bodice of her dress. "Do you like that?" he mumbled, squeezing her breast lightly.
"Yes, Sir."
She could feel him smile against her neck, and he moved to capture her lips with his again, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, his palms running up the bodice of her dress to her collarbone.
There was a loud ripping sound, and Caroline's dress fell to the floor.
She pushed him away slightly so that she could speak, her voice slightly breathless. "That was Oscar de la Renta!"
"Are you questioning me?" he asked, his eyes boring into hers, dark with lust.
"No, Sir," she said quickly, a small pant escaping her as he tweaked her nipples through the lace fabric of her bra.
"I think you are," he argued, his voice light as he slid a hand under her back, easily unclipping her bra and pulling it off before pushing her down onto the mattress, rubbing the bulge in his pants against her wet core. "And you moved your hands," he added.
"Sorry, Sir?" she half-asked, hoping it was the right answer.
"Are you asking or telling?"
"Telling," she said firmly, adding a quick 'Sir' at the end at the look on his face.
"You're being difficult, love."
"Sorry, Sir."
"I don't think you are," he said, grabbing her around the waist and speeding to the chair in the corner next to the bookshelf, pulling her over his lap, her ass in the air.
"Insolent girl," he muttered, his palm her ass and the backs of her thighs.
"I'm sorry, Sir."
She flinched as the first slap hit her, squeaking loudly and wriggling slightly in his lap.
"Hold still."
She obeyed, letting out another small shout of surprise when the next strike landed on the other cheek. "Such a bad girl, talking back to me," he muttered. "So naughty."
She felt a harsh stab of arousal hit her center, and she moaned, rubbing her thighs together when the next slap hit.
"Do you like that?" he asked, his voice rough as he ran his palm over her ass, soothing the skin.
"Yes, Sir," she gasped out, moaning loudly when he smacked her again.
"Such a naughty girl," he breathed, his voice husky.
He ran a finger down her soaking slit, and she spread her legs almost instinctively, rolling her hips against them and moaning.
"You're so tempting naked across my lap with your arse red from my hand. I want to throw you on the floor on your hands and knees and take you hard from behind. Would you like that?"
She moaned at his rough words combined with his fingers slowly pushing into her pussy. "Yes, Sir."
"Good girl, wanting to please me."
He pushed her lightly off his lap. "Hands and knees. Arse in the air. Now."
She obeyed, spreading her legs for him and moaning when she felt his cock at her entrance. He pushed in slowly, and they both groaned at the sensation before he began to move, gaining speed quickly, his balls slapping against her skin with every thrust. He gripped her hip tightly with one hand while the other wound into her hair, tugging it lightly. "Beg me."
"What?"
She received a sharp slap on the ass, making her moan. "Address me correctly," he ordered.
"Sorry, Sir. What, Sir?"
"Beg. Me," he growled.
"For what, Sir?"
"To come."
She moaned as he moved in her, but he slowed down and sped up irregularly, not giving her the consistent rhythm that she needed to tip over the edge.
"Please, Sir, let me come."
"You'll have to do better than that."
"I want to come from your cock, Sir. Please let me."
He made a humming sound. "More."
"Please fuck me harder, Sir. Please make me come with your cock. I need to come, Sir, please."
She heard him laugh quietly from behind her, but he obligingly sped up, his cock hitting her pussy in all the right places, and he reached around to rub her clit as he pulled her hair lightly, making her moan. She was so close…
"Come for me, Caroline. Now."
It was the rough, commanding tone of voice that did it, and she clenched around him, her pussy squeezing his cock as he fucked her through her climax. He moved to grip her hips harshly, pulling her down against his body with every thrust, sheathing himself deeply, and he groaned her name as he came in her, his fingernails scratching her skin lightly.
He nudged her with his hand, turning her over onto her back and pulling her to rest on top of him on the floor, her head resting in the crook of his neck. "Did you like that?"
"Yeah," she said, hoping that she was allowed to stop calling him Sir now, but breathing shallowly from the intensity of her orgasm.
"Good."
"Can we try more of that at some point?" she asked, dropping a kiss on his stubbled skin.
"Oh, the things I want to try with you, Caroline…"
She giggled against his skin.
A/N: Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed it :) The outfit for the second on is on my polyvore. You can find the link to that (and my tumblr) on my profile.
Hugs!
-Angie