A/N: Abridged summaries:
1. Klaus is a prince, and he comes clean to Caroline, his fiance. And then he fucks her in front of a mirror. Smut.
2. Klaus and Caroline have sex in her childhood bedroom. They're bad at being quiet. Smut.
Enjoy!
-Angie

runaway royal/commoner au + What about a drabble where klaus and Caroline have sex in front of a mirror? Klaus wants her to watch her face and reactions the whole time

"Are you serious right now?" Caroline asked, slamming her mug down on the table, torn between fury and thinking the entire thing was a joke.

"Yes, love."

"So, wait, you're telling me that you're the prince of some obscure tiny country in Europe, and you ran away because they were trying to marry you off with some girl that was sleeping with your brother?"

"Essentially yes."

"And so they just let you stay here?"

He shrugged. "I'm not next in line, love. I think they most likely wanted me to get the rebellious phase out of my system."

She blinked, trying to process the information that her fiancé was a motherfucking prince. She took a deep breath and grabbed her laptop, shoving it over to him. "Show me."

"Show you what?"

"Google yourself."

"Do you not believe me?" he asked grumpily, even as he typed something into the search bar and hit the enter key, turning to show Caroline the screen, which was now covered in pictures of his face at various royal events.

"Niklaus, huh?"

"I don't use my full name."

"Obviously. I mean, you told me to call you Nik for a reason...Oh my god, you even have your own Wikipedia article."

"Take everything on there with a grain of salt," he advised before pressing his lips together as he read over her shoulder.

"Oh, are there secret ex-girlfriends or media scandals I should be aware of?" she asked, only half-serious.

"Not that I can remember."

She exhaled harshly and looked through the pictures before turning back to Klaus. "So…"

"I wanted to tell you before you found out yourself," he said, a bit apologetically.

"And you couldn't have told me this earlier?"

"What was I supposed to say, exactly? 'Oh, hello, would you like to have coffee with me? And by the way I'm the prince of a small European country'?"

She winced. "Fair enough. But still. What are we going to tell my mother?"

He blinked before snorting with laughter. "Really? That's what you're concerned about?"

"I don't think the way you're laughing at me is very proper," Caroline mumbled, taking another sip of hot chocolate.

"Probably not," he agreed, smiling. "I doubt your mother will be all that annoyed about it. Her daughter is dating a prince."

Caroline snorted. "First of all, don't say things like that. You sound like an arrogant ass. Also, I don't think that's going to matter to her all that much. In fact, I'm sure she'll be annoyed because that means that she can no longer threaten you with a bullet to the chest if you break my heart without starting an international incident."

"Well, it wouldn't matter as I have no intention of breaking your heart."

She scoffed, but tilted her head to let him press a kiss to her lips. "I love you," he said softly before kissing her again, nibbling on her lower lip, making her sigh against him as her hands tangled in his hair.

She pulled back, resting her forehead against his. "I love you too, but I'm still a little upset that you didn't tell me."

"Understandable. I am sorry to drop such a large piece of information so soon before—"

"Oh my god, Nik. I'm meeting your parents on Sunday," Caroline said, suddenly feeling ready to hyperventilate.

Klaus had told her over and over how he was sure that his parents would love her and that there was no need to make a big production when they flew over to the States to see him.

She whirled to glare at him.

"You told me that I didn't need to make a big production. Oh my god, what am I going to do? I was just planning on doing grilled chicken with herbs and some roasted vegetables but I can't do that. That's not fancy enough. What am I going to wear?" she asked, the words not catching up in time to her racing thoughts. "I need to go to the farmers market and buy some fresh produce and make sure to clean up as much as possible, although now the fact that you don't fucking clean up after yourself makes a lot more sense."

"Caroline, sweetheart, I need you to calm down—"

"Calm down? You just told me that your parents, the King and Queen of whatever country you're from—"

"Ansel."

"Right. Ansel," she said distractedly. "But your parents are royalty, and you give me two days' notice, and you're telling me to calm down? Really, Nik?"

He winced. "I didn't want to give you enough time to stress yourself too much."

"You didn't...You didn't think...I...Oh my god, seriously? You didn't want me to stress myself, so you didn't give me advance notice? We're about to get married, Nik, you should know by now that I don't like surp—Oh my god, we're getting married."

"Yes, we are. You've known that for a good three months now, I don't know why you sound so surprised."

"You are not funny, Nik," Caroline snapped. "You are a prince, and I'm...I don't know. I'm not royalty. Aren't there laws against marrying peasants, or whatever?"

"Don't call yourself a peasant," he said, looking faintly irritated. "And no, there aren't laws against marrying those not of royal blood."

"Why not? I am one. I don't know anything about being royal, except what I've learned from TV and movies, but somehow I think The Princess Diaries isn't a very authoritative source."

He rolled his eyes. "Caroline, take a deep breath. In...out...good. Look at me, love."

She met his eyes and tried to keep her breathing deep and even. Once he seemed satisfied with her emotional state, he went to the cupboard and started pulling out dishware.

"What are you doing?"

"Proving a point," he said, setting down and arranging four sets of what looked like an unreasonable amount of plates and cutlery. "Sit there."

"Just because you've outed yourself as royalty doesn't mean you can order me around," she said, smiling slightly.

"I don't know, love. You seemed to like me ordering you around quite a bit a week or so ago."

She rolled her eyes and sat in the chair he was gesturing to, not bothering to respond to his innuendo.

"So, what's going on?" she asked as he sat down to her right.
"Point to your bread plate."

She raised an eyebrow at him, but he just looked at her expectantly. She pointed to the small plate on her left. He nodded. "Which glass is your wine glass?"

She pointed to the one on the right.

"First course comes. Which fork do you start with?"

"The one on the outside," she said slowly, trying not to look at him like he'd lost his mind.

He continued asking her questions about table settings for two minutes before clearing the dishes, putting them back in the cupboards.

"What was that for?"

"That is literally all you need to know. The rest you'll pick up as you go along, or it'll be short enough that I'll be able to tell you beforehand. Well, that and that you shouldn't roll your eyes at my mother, although I'm sure that you wouldn't do that anyway."

"Seriously? Table manners?"

"My point was that you do know, you just don't know that you know," he said.

"Right," Caroline said, trying not to sound too sarcastic as she got up to take away one of the cups that he'd touched the inside of and setting it in the sink.

He sighed and grabbed her hand, lacing his fingers through it. "You'll be fine, love."

"If you say so."

"I do," he said, his smirk firmly in place. "And what I say goes, you know, being the prince and all."

She nudged him lightly in the side, smiling slightly. "You're such an arrogant ass."

He shrugged. "Guilty, though I don't think you hate it as much as you pretend to."

"If that's what you want to think," she said, smiling and turning to loop her arms around his neck, kissing him softly. "We're going to talk about this more later, okay? I need to go to the boutique before the shop closes to get a new dress."

"No you don't."

"What do you mean?" she asked, suddenly suspicious.

"You are my fiancé, and therefore I do know that you don't like surprises, so I had a few dresses I thought you'd like sent over, even though you don't have to dress up, but I knew you'd want to. I put in an order for this weekend with the take-out place my parents like when they visit. I also made you a hair appointment, which I know that you've been meaning to do because you keep complaining about how you've been forgetting for the last two weeks."

"Nik, I want to get a dress that I pick out."

"Why don't you just take a look at the dresses I got, and if you don't like them you can get something else. They should be here tomorrow."

She gave him a suspicious look, but nodded. "Thanks. That was all very thoughtful."

His smile dropped a little. "You're still angry, aren't you?"

"Yeah, of course," she said, running a hand through her hair. "I feel like I don't know you. How many other things were you lying about? And don't say you didn't lie to me. Omitting the truth about something this big is a lie."

"You can ask me anything. I'll be entirely truthful with you," he said.

"But what if I don't ask the right thing and it turns out that something is a dealbreaker?"

"Caroline…"

She huffed. "Fine. We can do that later. I want to take a bubble bath first. And no, you're not invited. I need some time to think."

"All right," he said, looking a bit dejected. She sighed, grabbing his hands and squeezing them before capturing his lips in a long, drugging kiss. "I love you. We'll work through this. I just need some time alone, okay?"

"Of course, love."

She smiled at him and turned to take the stairs up to their bathroom, and he heard the water running a few minutes later. That had not gone as well as he'd hoped, although he really shouldn't have gotten his hopes up for it actually going well. He'd known that it was very likely that Caroline would see it as a betrayal of trust (which was completely understandable), but he also knew that she would come around to the idea.

He was about ninety-nine percent sure that she was on her phone googling the history of his family and country, and he wouldn't be surprised if she came down the stairs a walking encyclopedia of everything to do with Ansel.

He started to straighten up the living room, hoping it would earn him some points, and when he heard the gurgling of the bath being drained about forty-five minutes later, as well as the start of the shower spray. He washed out her hot chocolate mug before walking up the stairs to see Caroline wrapped in a towel, bent over the drawer containing her sleepwear and underthings, beads of water dripping down her body. The towel was short enough that he could see the water running down the backs of her thighs. "You're staring," she said quietly, straightening up to face him, smiling slightly.

"I know."

She let the towel drop to the floor and pulled on a pair of very short sleep shorts and a tight tank top before starting to squeeze the water out of her hair, her skin pink from the steam. She watched her as she moved, and saw the hint of a smile on her face. "So, I have a few questions."

"I figured you would," he said, sitting down on their bed and lying back against the pillows.

She grabbed her hairbrush off the vanity and dropped the towel into the hamper in the corner before beginning to brush her hair, wincing as she caught a tangle.

"So, once we get married will I have to move to Ansel?"

He felt almost all the tension leave him now that she'd confirmed that she wished to proceed with the wedding.

"That's your choice. As I've said, I'm not next in line for the throne, so we're welcome to stay here."

She nodded slowly. "Good. Will we go visit, though?"

"I'm sure that we'll end up flying over sooner rather than later, yes."

"Do the people that live there know about me?" she asked, looking nervous.

"They will very soon," he admitted. "We have to announce our engagement at some point."

"Right. Okay," she said, still looking a bit nervous, but she climbed into bed next to him and snuggled into him, her head on his chest.

"They're going to love you," he said reassuringly.

She took a deep breath and let it out again. "Okay."

He kissed her softly, his hand resting lightly on her hip, rubbing the skin underneath the hem of her tank top with his thumb.

"Do you want to watch something?" he asked, reaching for the remote on their bedside table to point it at the television by their bed.

"Sure."

XXX

"You look beautiful," Klaus said as he zipped up the second dress, standing behind her to look at their reflection in the mirror.

"Yeah. It's gorgeous. You have good taste," she said teasingly, turning to give him a soft kiss before turning slightly to scrutinize herself in the mirror again. "I think this is the one. Can you unzip me, please?"

He did so, bending to kiss the sensitive skin under her jaw, nipping at it lightly as the strapless dress pooled to the ground around her feet. "No, Nik...I don't want to have a hickey when I meet your parents."

"You won't. It'll be gone by then," he said as he kept licking and sucking at her neck, creating a red mark at the juncture of her neck and shoulder.

She moaned softly, tipping her head to the side, smiling slightly when he ground his already-hard cock against her ass from behind her. He had one hand on her hip, the other reaching around her under the thin lace fabric of her thong to move between her legs, rubbing her clit. Her head tipped back against his shoulder as she spread her legs to allow him better access, and he moved his lips to her ear. "No, love. Look in the mirror. I want you to see how beautifully flushed you are for me."

She looked at her reflection, and felt her face heat just from the sight.

She was pressed closely against his front, her eyes dark and lustful, her face flushed from arousal. He had reached around to tug her nipple, her back arched into him with her lips slightly parted as she moaned softly. His fingers had started to pump inside her, and she saw glimpses of her juices shining on his skin as his hand moved under the lace of her panties, fucking her hard while his other arm held her against him.

She watched him bite her ear, her breath catching as she watched him watch her. "Look at yourself, love. Look at how your lips are parted and you're struggling to keep your eyes open, the way your cheeks flush when I breathe in your ear. Look at the physical evidence of how much you want me to fuck you. You're so fucking gorgeous with your legs spread for me, sweetheart. I want you to watch as I take you, watch yourself come around my cock as you moan my name," he mumbled in her ear, his breath hot against her face as he undid the button and fly of his jeans just enough to free his erection, stroking himself a few times while he nibbled and licked her neck, making her moan, and tugging the scrap of lace down to press the tip of his hard cock against her entrance. She spread her legs a bit wider, moaning softly and tipping her head back as he filled her.

"Look at yourself, love," he reminded her, his voice low and husky, and she opened her eyes to stare at herself. Her breasts were moving in time with her harsh, ragged breaths, and she moaned as he pinched her clit lightly, his fingers still rubbing it slowly and rhythmically as he fucked her slowly from behind.

Her eyes widened as she watched him move inside of her, breathing harshly and blushing as she noticed his wicked smirk when he caught her staring. "Do you like watching me fuck you?" he asked quietly, his hot breath making her shiver.

"Yes," she said, her voice slightly raspy.

"You look like you're enjoying it," he continued, his words wrapping around her like silk. "You're enjoying standing in front of me, your legs spread wide, filled completely with my cock. You want to watch me come inside you, to see my come drip down your thighs, marking you."

She nodded, a bit too breathless to manage a coherent verbal response, and he smirked, pinching her clit again, making her moan loudly.

"Such a good girl."

She moaned again, another stab of arousal hitting her at his words, her eyelids closing. She let out a small gasp of surprise when he slapped her sharply on the ass. "Look. Watch yourself," he ordered again, licking the shell of her ear as he rubbed the area he'd slapped to soothe it.

She blushed furiously as she turned her gaze back to herself. They'd explored a few different kinks in their time together, but she was almost sure that she'd never been as turned on by anything else as she was by watching herself get fucked by Klaus while he whispered dirty things in her ear and slapped her ass when she looked away for even a moment.

The coil of arousal was wound so tightly inside her, and she was pressing back against him, wanton and desperate, aching for release. He smirked as he kissed her neck, his hips moving faster, her breasts bouncing from the force of his thrusts.

"I want you to come, and I want you to watch every second of it. I want you to watch yourself come undone around my cock, do you understand?"

She nodded, her breath catching as he moved faster, fucking her harder, and she felt the tension snap, clenching hard around him as she swore under her breath before panting his name out as she bent over slightly to allow him a better angle.

He came in her soon after, his eyes locked on her flushed, well-fucked face, and she tipped her head back against his shoulder once he'd spilled inside her.

"I don't think princes are supposed to talk like that. Isn't it improper?" she teased, still slightly breathless.

"Not if you're the only one who knows," he said, squeezing her hips in his hands before picking her up, making her laugh, and setting her on the bed. "And you are the only one I have any intention of speaking improperly to," he continued, giving her a dimpled smirk as he undressed completely before climbing into bed with her, pulling her back against his chest and kissing her lightly on the neck.

She hummed appreciatively. "I'm glad, because I wouldn't let you," she said, her voice slightly teasing.

"You can't order me around, love. I'm the prince, remember?"

She shifted to turn around in bed, facing him, an eyebrow raised. "Oh, really? Would you like to bet on that?"
"Err...no, not particularly."

"That's what I thought."

Klaroline having sex in her childhood bedroom with her mom right next door. Caroline is really in the mood but klaus is afraid Liz will hear and they will get caught. Caroline convinces him and the both have trouble staying quiet during their pleasurable activities

"Thanks for letting us stay here for the weekend," Caroline said, giving her mom a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"Of course. I'll always take an excuse to see you," Liz said, breaking away from Caroline and nodding at Klaus, who was carrying a duffel bag over his shoulder.

"Liz," he greeted, nodding back.

"I've changed the sheets on your bed and cleaned up a little bit. Let me know if you need anything."

"Okay. Thanks, Mom."

Caroline directed Klaus up the stairs to her childhood bedroom, flopping down on the bed while he set the duffel down. "I can't believe we have to be here for an entire weekend."

"It's all right, love. Your friend will have her wedding and we'll sit there and smile and nod and then we can leave again."

"That's an awful plan."

"It worked the first time."

Caroline snorted. "I guess. I can't believe Elena's marrying her ex-husband's brother."

"Why not?" Klaus asked, smirking. "Her taste in men is deteriorating over time."

"You're just saying that because she totally checked you out the first time she saw you."

"She did. And, as I recall, you were quick to kiss me on the cheek and introduce me as your boyfriend."

"I was rescuing you," Caroline said, pouting at him from her position on the bed.

"Well, I know that now. Back then, a low hissed 'play along' wasn't quite enough information."

"You did it anyway."

"You were beautiful and lively, and I wasn't about to object to getting toted around like a piece of meat by a gorgeous woman who would take me to her bed at the end of the night."

"I did not."

"You're right. I was sorely disappointed. I won you over though."

"Yep," Caroline agreed, moving off the bed and digging out pajama shorts and a tank top from the duffel. "And now we have the most obnoxious romcom-esque meet-cute in history."

He shrugged. "It worked out. Are you actually going to change or are you just going to stand there holding very tight pajamas without taking any clothes off?"

She scoffed. "Just for that, I think I'll change in the bathroom."

"Suit yourself."

She left and Klaus stripped to his boxers, pulling on sweatpants just in case Liz decided to walk in, and climbing in the bed. Caroline's childhood bedroom was bright and cheerful, much like he imagined Caroline had been at that age (and how she was now).

When Caroline returned, he looked up to see her bend over to put her dirty clothes in the plastic garbage bag they set aside for dirty laundry in their luggage, and then she turned off the light and climbed into bed next to him, snuggling against him and placing soft kisses on his jaw. He groaned softly, turning to pull her to him and placing a kiss on her forehead before pulling away.

"Klaus," she whispered against his skin.

"Hmm?"

She grabbed his hand in hers and guided it to the top hem of her shorts.

"Caroline, your mum is next door," he said even as he moved his hand under the cloth and began to rub her clit over the thin fabric of her panties.

"Don't talk about my mom when you're fucking me, Klaus."

"That's the point, love. We can't. She'll hear."

"We're engaged. She knows we're sleeping together."

"It's different from hearing it."

Caroline moaned softly, spreading her legs wider and arching her back, encouraging him. "Please? I'll be quiet."

"You haven't been quiet a single time I fucked you," he whispered, his lips skating over her skin, making her shiver.

"First time for everything," she mumbled before capturing his lips with hers, her hands stroking his spine.

"Fine," he mumbled against her lips before he slid her shorts and panties off, throwing them to the side, and freed his erection, pressing it against her wet center.

As he'd predicted, she let out a strangled moan as he entered her, though he had to admit it was quieter than usual, and he laughed quietly before pressing his lips over hers as he thrusted into her, trying to muffle the sounds of her moans as her hands clawed at his hair and back, her legs wrapping around his waist to draw him in deeper.

He groaned as she rolled her hips against him and tugged his hair, and he felt her smile against his lips. He reached between them to pinch her nipples, and she moaned loudly into his mouth.

"Shh, love. Be quiet," he whispered against her skin, his tongue dragging over her jaw.

She nodded, though the movement was jerky, and he smirked as he sped up his thrusts. She clenched around him, clearly about to come, and he pressed his lips to hers, his teeth and tongue pulling at her mouth. He fucked her through her orgasm before spilling inside her, collapsing on top of her and placing light kisses along her jaw.

"Do you think she heard?" Caroline whispered, sounding nervous.

"Yes," came an irritated voice from the other side of the wall, and Klaus didn't need to turn the light on to know that Caroline was blushing a bright red.

A/N: Thanks for reading! As always, feel free to catch me on tumblr at thetourguidebarbie.
Hugs!
-Angie