A/N: This drabble has the possibility of being extended to a longer piece.
Written for Lynyrd Lionheart (or lynyrdwrites on tumblr).
Enjoy!
-Angie

i'm a med student who has a huge crush on the hot guy who works at the coffee shop who always gives me free drinks when i'm stressed and calls me princess even though i pretend i think it's annoying but i'm extremely concerned about him because he always smells like smoke so i always give him lectures about how terrible cigarettes are for you and i may have made a powerpoint which is probably excessive but lung health is extremely important and oops it turns out he's part-dragon or something hahahaha oops

"—H: Sickle Cell Disease, or I: Sideroblastic anemia?"

"Um...D: Erythropoietin deficiency," Caroline said, feeling the lack of caffeine start to get to her. "Can we take a break?"

"To go see Coffee Shop Bloke?"

Caroline shot Enzo a glare. "Don't call him that. His name is Klaus, and he gives me free coffee, okay? It's strictly economical."

"Yes. It's economical just like you watch Arrow for the plot."

Caroline threw a pencil at him and got up, grabbing her purse. "Do you want anything?"

"No. I'll stick with my Red Bull."

"That's not good for you."

"I'm aware, gorgeous. I am, in fact, studying to be a doctor as well."

She hummed in acknowledgment and left, walking the few blocks down to the coffee shop on the corner and walking in. Klaus was at the counter, as usual, and gave her a dimpled smile. He always seemed to reek of smoke, though she had never quite been able to put her finger on what kind. He didn't smell like nicotine. It was like a campfire or a barbeque.

She had long decided she'd just assume it was some sort of hipster cigarette that didn't smell like lung rot, but gave him lectures anyway.

It was their thing.

"Princess," he said, smirking.

She huffed, trying to fight down a smile. "Don't call me that."

His smile widened slightly, and he grabbed a cup from next to the register. "Latte with an extra espresso shot?"

She nodded and he marked the correct boxes, writing "Princess" on it in what she considered to be excessively fancy calligraphy. He coughed.

"You know smoking's bad for you, right?"

His lips twitched. "As usual, I'm aware," he said, waving her wallet away when she pulled it out, not even bothering to type the order into the register.

"Well, 'as usual', you appear to need a reminder."

"If you say so."

"No, seriously," she continued, walking down to the pickup counter as he steamed the milk for her latte. "You shouldn't smoke, okay? I made a powerpoint presentation about this last year."

"Did you?"

"Yes. It's bad for you."

"So you've said."

"Then stop."

"I can't," he said, clearly fighting down a smile.

She glowered at him. "It just takes commitment."

She didn't add that she knew how difficult it was to break an addiction. Enzo, trying to ruin everything as usual, had totally gone right after her presentation with one on how, depending on the addiction, withdrawal could be worse than the actual problem. Instead, she settled for looking at him expectantly as he handed her the cup.

"I'll think about it," he said, which is more than she usually got out of him, so she'd take it as a win.

"Great," she said cheerfully, taking a sip of her latte. "I look forward to seeing your nicotine patch next time I come."

"I don't smoke cigarettes," he said, running steam through the machine to clear it and washing out the milk pitcher.

"What are you talking about? You smell like smoke all the time."

"Not nicotine."

"What do you smoke?"

He gave her a calculating look before putting the towel on the counter. "Store closes at six. Meet me here."

"Are you seriously asking me out on a date after I asked you what you smoke?"

"It's the only way you'll find out," he said, smirking at her.

"What if you're a serial killer? Like Jeffrey Dahmer or something?"

"I don't eat people," he said, amusement tugging at his lips before his smirk turned wicked. "Well, unless they want me to."

She pressed her lips together to keep from smiling at his cheesy innuendo. "Do you really pick up girls like that?"

"Not on purpose."

She huffed and took a sip of her latte before turning towards the door.

"You know that you're curious, princess."

"Fine. I'll meet you here when the store closes," she said, inwardly planning to make sure Enzo had "find my friend" installed on his phone, as well as checking his phone for her texts every fifteen minutes.

Just in case.

He nodded, giving her a dimpled smile, and she gave him a shy one in return before walking back to the campus library.

XXX

She wrapped her coat around her more tightly as she approached the store window, having triple checked with Enzo about their plans ("Yes, gorgeous, set an alarm on my phone and make sure I hear from you every twenty minutes, and if I don't I should come tearing down to wherever your phone is located with a machete, I know").

Klaus was standing outside the cafe waiting for her, and offered her his arm. Giving him an incredulous look at his gesture, he just raised his eyebrows challengingly, and she rolled her eyes and tucked her hand into the crook of his elbow. They walked a few blocks to a park, and she looked around in confusion, turning away from Klaus to observe her surroundings before looking back. "Klaus, what's going—Oh my god."

A dragon.

A giant motherfucking dragon.

She vaguely realized that she was moving her mouth and sound wasn't coming out, and when the dragon disappeared to reveal Klaus straightening the sleeves of his leather jacket, all Caroline could get out was a hoarse, "Seriously?"

"Yes. Seriously."

"You're a...You just...Oh my god."

He waited patiently for her to stop stuttering and then she took a deep breath. "You're a dragon."

"Half-dragon, actually."

"And what's your other side of the family?" she asked, completely unable to rein in the sass despite the fact that the guy in front of her could probably eat her for dinner, or whatever dragons ate for—and he called her princess. "Are you going to kill me?" she asked before he could answer.

"No. If I was going to kill you, you'd be dead," he said patiently. "I don't play with my food. Oh good lord, love. I'm joking. Stop looking at me like I'm about to rip your head off."

"It's a bit hard when you just transformed into a dragon right in front of me. Please excuse me if this was a surprise, okay? Normal people's favorite baristas don't go around growing lizard tails and breathing fire."

"I'm your favorite barista?"

"Is that really what you got out of that? You're a dragon."

"Yes, well, I've had twenty-four years to come to terms with that aspect of my life, and I've had about five seconds so far to come to terms with the fact that I'm your favorite barista."

She rolled her eyes so hard it hurt.

Now that she'd had a moment though, she was curious. "So, wait, are you the only dragon? No, you said that you're half dragon, so are there more of you? How many dragons are there? Do you transform at will? What do you eat?" she asked, rattling off her questions in one breath while coming up with more as she spoke. "Is that why you call me princess? What does that mean exactly? You don't even know me, so why are you showing me this? Are you high? Am I high?"

"Caroline—"

"Do you hoard money in a cave? Oh, sorry, that's kind of personal—"

"Caroline!"

"What?"

"No, I'm not the only dragon. I have five siblings, all of whom are also dragons. Yes, I can transform at will. I eat regular food, though I enjoy spicy things more than the average person. I'm not high, and neither are you, well, as far as I know. No, I don't hoard money in a cave, that's rather offensive. I have a bank account just like everyone else."

"And why do you call me princess?"

"Because you're valuable to me."

"How?" she asked, her face heating as he approached her, invading her personal space.

He let his hands fall on her hips, and she tried not to lean into his touch. He was radiating heat, and it was a comfortable cocoon in the wintery wind around them. "I like you," he said simply.

"Oh," she breathed, making him give her another dimpled grin.

He was too close, and now that she knew what the smoke was, she could allow herself to breathe in his scent, which was surprisingly pleasant, and really she needed to buy herself some time to process this. "So, wait, do you fly?" she asked, hastily stepping back.

"Yes."

"Do you let people ride you?" she blurted out, before her face flushed, and he burst out laughing, trying to stifle them with his hand. "You know what I meant," she muttered petulantly, poking him in the shoulder.

"Which does not make it any less funny."

"So?"

"I've never let anyone ride me in my dragon form. In my human form—"

"Don't even finish that sentence."

He shrugged, putting his hands up in surrender. "Apologies. I didn't mean to offend your delicate princess sensitivities."

She scoffed and was about to respond when her phone vibrated.

Everything all right, gorgeous?
Yeah. I'm fine, she typed back to Enzo quickly. I'll meet you for breakfast.

Good.

She stuffed her phone back into her purse and turned to Klaus, who gestured for her to walk down the park path with him, which they did in silence for a few minutes as Caroline processed the information before she spoke again. "So. Tell me more about this whole dragon thing."

"What do you want to know?"

"You still haven't told me why me."

"Yes, I did."

"You liking me isn't a good enough reason."

"Fine. I want you," he said simply, his hands in his pockets as they walked along the park pathway.

"What?"

"I want you," he said again slowly, his voice low. "You interest me. You're smart and beautiful, and I want to take you."

She looked at him and his eyes were a swirling dark gold. She felt her mouth go dry, a tug of arousal going straight to her lower belly as his gaze consumed her. "Oh."

He smirked, and she blushed, realizing that he knew exactly what he was doing.

She knew she should think that this was the creepiest and/or most unbelievable thing ever, but for some reason she just felt hooked.

He reached out to cup her cheek, his touch gentle, and she let her eyes flutter closed. For some reason she trusted him, and it was simultaneously terrifying and thrilling.

His lips slotted against hers, and she felt raw heat crawl through her body from her toes to the tips of her fingers, his hands gripping her waist as his nipped harshly at her bottom lip, making her moan. She wound her fingers in the lapels of his jacket, feeling like he was sucking the life out of her, and enjoying every second of it.

He pulled back a moment later, his eyes even darker, lips swollen from their kisses. "My place?" he offered, still looking at her like she was the centerpoint of his world.

"Okay," she said, her voice embarrassingly breathless.

Less than ten minutes of walking later (half of which was spent with one of them pressed against the wall of a building, hands clawing at clothes and skin), they stumbled through the door of what she assumed was his apartment.

He led her to the bedroom, their lips barely separating for more than a few seconds at a time as he pushed her onto the bed and stood over her, unzipping her jeans and tugging them down her hips before pulling away to pull them down fully and throw them on the ground, her top following them.

His clothes joined hers on the floor and their lips fused together again as he pushed her onto the bed, supporting himself on his elbows, tugging her lip between his lower teeth before pulling away completely.

"I want to taste you," he breathed into her ear, and she shivered, running her fingernails down his back and nodding, spreading her legs.

She felt him smile against the sensitive skin of her jaw and place hot kisses along her skin, his teeth scraping across her neck before his tongue skated over the mark to soothe it. She rolled her hips against his hard cock, the friction from the lace of her panties making him groan. He moved his hands to press her thighs firmly against the mattress. "Patience, princess. I want to sample every inch of your skin before I bury my face between your thighs and taste your sweetness on my tongue."

She moaned as he nipped at the skin of her jaw and shoulder, his tongue and teeth dragging over her clavicle to her shoulder before he placed hot open mouthed kisses across the tops of her breasts, making her wriggle beneath him, panting out his name. He smirked against her skin as he reached around her and unclipped her bra, pulling it off and throwing it to the side before taking one of her nipples in his mouth. He tweaked the other with his fingers, positioning his body so that her hips were still pinned beneath his as he ground himself against her covered core.

He tugged at her nipple with his teeth, sending jolts of arousal to her lower belly, before running his tongue along it and switching to her other breast. She felt the urge to rub her thighs together to soothe the ache between them, but he moved to wedge his thigh between her legs, letting her rub against him through the lace of her panties.

His hands moved down her waist to her hips, squeezing softly, and he cupped her ass in his palms, pulling her to grind more roughly against him. She alternated between gripping the sheets and clawing at his back with her fingernails, her gasps and moans of his name echoing off the walls. He moved down her body slowly, his lips, tongue, and teeth making a sweet sinful trail through the valley of her breasts and down her stomach, nipping at her sides, hips, and the tops of her thighs.

He hovered between her legs, gently pushing her thighs apart, and she moaned his name loudly, rolling her hips against air when she felt his hot breath on her pussy.

"Klaus…"

"Yes, princess?" he asked, his voice soft and husky.

"Please," she breathed, pressing her hips closer to him, the tight coil of arousal growing more intense with each scrape of his fingernails against her ass, every brush of his stubble against her inner thigh making her shiver.

"Spread your legs for me," he said, nudging her legs farther apart. "Yes, just like that. You look beautiful spread before me," he mumbled against her skin, making her whimper and roll her hips again.

She looked down at him through hooded eyes, her breath already ragged despite the fact that he's barely fucking touched her, and his smug smirk made her even her breathing a bit more, narrowing her eyes.

She reached to tangle her fingers through his hair, lightly tugging him closer to her. "Klaus, please…"

The first touch of his tongue to her folds was fucking heaven, a hot current of ecstasy running up her body from her toes to her fingers as she gripped the sheets with one hand, the other pressing Klaus's lips against her core, rolling her hips against him.

He didn't seem to need the encouragement, his tongue already eagerly stroking her entrance before he gave her core a long, hard lick, swirling his tongue around her clit and closing his lips around it, applying gentle suction as he pushed two fingers into her core, pumping them in and out and curling them to brush so fucking perfectly against a particularly sensitive spot, making her swear loudly, and his lips curled into a grin, his stubble brushing pleasurably against her skin.

She writhed beneath him, tugging his hair a bit more harshly than she'd intended, almost apologizing before realizing he'd let out a muffled groan of pleasure, his tongue and fingers continuing to move, building her high quickly, the tight arousal in her belly so fucking close to snapping.

"Fuck, Klaus, I'm going to come…"

She vaguely heard him mumble her name before running his teeth down her thigh, and the momentary slightly painful yet somehow pleasurable burn of flame against her skin, which sent her over the edge.

He eagerly ran his tongue along her pussy as she came, moaning at the taste of her, and kissed his way back up her body to her mouth, fitting his mouth perfectly over hers, consuming her, his cock hard against her hip.

She wound her fingers through his hair again, tugging lightly as she parted her legs wider, reaching down with one hand to position him at her entrance. "Fuck me."

She moaned loudly as he entered her with one thrust, wrapping her legs around his waist to pull him deeper, her gaze locked on his. His irises had turned a bright gold, and there was a pleasant heat wrapping around her as he moved inside her, slamming into her hard and fast, the slap of skin against skin filling the space, echoing off the walls. "Fuck," she breathed as he returned to nibbling her neck, making him grin.

She could feel herself approaching her peak again, her climax building much more rapidly than the first, and she panted his name through short, ragged breaths, rolling her hips against his in time with his thrusts before clenching around him while he fucked her through her orgasm before spilling inside her himself.

His weight on her was comfortable, and she was almost disappointed when he rolled away until he pulled her into his chest. She felt his come dripping down the inside of her thighs and bit her lip, reaching down to run her finger over a patch of skin on her inner thigh that was raised.

"What's this? Did you burn me?"

"My mark," he mumbled against her shoulder.

"What does it mean?"

He cracked an eye open to look at her for a second before closing it again. "It protects you from...others."

She frowned. "I don't need your protection."

He hummed in acknowledgement, though he clearly didn't believe her, and pulled her closer to him. "Just in case," he said, burying his nose in her hair.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed it. Any thoughts on whether you'd be interested in seeing an extended piece?
Hugs!
-Angie