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Abridged summaries:
1. Caroline knits Klaus an ugly sweater. Fluffy smut.

Eternal life can lead to boredom. So Caroline learns to knit. So she knits an ugly sweater and forces Klaus to wear it. However Klaus would prefer to wear nothing than to wear that ugly thing so what better way than to tear both his and her clothes and spent their night all naked and away from knitting?

"What are you doing, love?"

"Knitting," Caroline said, focusing very hard on the needles moving in front of her, carefully making each stitch exactly the same size and constantly consulting the pattern next to her. He nodded and climbed into bed next to her, grabbing his current book off the bedside table, finding the page he'd left off at, his lips stretching into a smile as Caroline scooted closer to him and snuggled against him, still with narrowed eyes at the sweater, her tongue sticking out between her teeth.

He used the term "sweater" very loosely of course, though he had a feeling that he was judging too soon and it would end up fitting perfectly (though the color would still be appalling no matter how good the actual pattern was).

Moments like this had been few and far between for the last year or so. She was working on her third Master's degree, and he had been concentrating on securing his hold over the supernatural population of the entire United States (with the exception of Alaska and Hawaii) before moving on to Canada and Mexico.

Over the past fifty years, he had slowly been chipping away at expanding their kingdom, only taking so long because Caroline insisted that it would be much better in the long run if he earned the subjects' loyalty and delegated rather than just wiping out the entire population and starting from scratch.

She'd, not surprisingly, turned out to be right, and now that he'd started giving certain "employees" (as Caroline called them, though he preferred "minions" or "underlings," mostly just to annoy her) rule over each state, with the condition that they reported back to him, and everything was going quite smoothly.

Either which way, with the combination of their schedules as well as their healthy sexual appetites, moments of just being were hard to come by.

Caroline had been complaining for a long while that she felt restless, despite her school work, and Klaus had suggested she take up a hobby. He hadn't exactly expected knitting to be the one for her to choose, but it made sense, as it was something she could do easily when waiting for things or watching television.

He appreciated the warmth of her cuddling into him and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, squeezing her against him, and he watched her smile out of the corner of his eye. "That sleeve looks almost finished."

"I've been working on it for a few weeks," she admitted, shrugging. "It was originally going to be your birthday present, but I decided to get you something else, so I haven't had to hide it."

Privately he appreciated that, since he would never wear it, and if it was a gift he'd be obligated. He hummed to show that he'd heard, and she smiled slightly. "After this I just have to link all the pieces together, and then it'll be ready for you to wear."

Fuck.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" he asked slowly.

"Why not? I've made sure to keep the stitches even according to the pattern, and it should look just as good as any other cable knit sweater that you'd buy."

"We don't feel cold."

"The color would be good on you. I wish you had more color in your wardrobe, but I know that it's not exactly your style."

"If it's not my style, why are you giving me the sweater?" he asked, trying to keep his voice light and not show the dread unfurling in his stomach at the thought of wearing the sweater.

The twitch of her lips showed that she knew exactly what was going through his mind. "As I said, the color will look nice."

He nodded slowly.

"And anyway, we're going to Canada next week to size up the supernatural population of Vancouver, and it's almost the middle of October. People will be confused if it's cold and you're walking around in a henley."

He had to acknowledge her point, and resisted the temptation to point out that a grey or black sweater would have been just as warm, instead giving the sweater a reproachful look and turning back to his book.

Caroline got out of bed about an hour and a half later to get the other pieces of the sweater, and Klaus had to admit that it was perfectly done skill-wise, even though the color was horrible. "It's nice," he acknowledged, running the yarn between his fingers and finding it to be quite soft. "I can't wear this to meetings though, love. It wouldn't look intimidating enough."

"The meetings will be with vampires. You can easily just take the sweater off before we go in. No one will think any less of you," she pointed out, clearly not going to bother arguing with him about the intimidation tactics even though he knew that she found it irritating rather than helpful. And anyway, I worked really hard on it."

He could see her point, but the color.

"You'll have eternity to knit more sweaters," he pointed out.

"If I didn't know any better I'd think you didn't like it," she said, her voice light but equally as dangerous as any other annoyed tone.

"I like the pattern, but the color isn't my favorite," he said carefully.

Caroline appreciated honesty, and he wasn't going to lie to her face about it. They'd been together for sixty years, and they were at the point where they barely fought about anything but bickered fairly often, and he could tell this would be one of what Caroline called their "old married couple conversations" (a name he found both amusing and irritating in equal measure).

She nodded. "I expected you to say that. Can you just wear it for me until I make you one in a color you like? To be honest I just wanted to practice on something that you wouldn't mind if I messed up. I read that there's 'trash yarn' or whatever for people who learn where you make things out of colors you never use. This way I'll see if it fits, though."

"It looks perfectly done to me," he said, holding out his hand for the sweater, unable to stop the long-suffering look from spreading over his face.

She smiled as he pulled it on before running hand softly down the fabric, biting her lip, checking for imperfections. "Can you get up and turn around?"

She walked behind him and he felt her hand trail down his back before her lips connected with his neck, softly pressing kisses to it before she rested her chin on his shoulder. "It looks nice. I was right about the color."

"You're generally right about those things, love," he pointed out.

"You're not that bad about it yourself, though. I recall many flattering dresses making their way into my hands."

"What can I say? Living with Rebekah for about nine hundred years actually had a few minor benefits."

She snorted, and Klaus tried desperately not to roll his eyes. For all of Caroline's issues with his favorite sibling (who she was on good terms with as far as he knew, but probably wouldn't necessarily call them friends, something that annoyed Klaus to no end), they both could agree that Rebekah definitely had taste.

"I'm glad that you like the pattern, though. Now I can do it in a color you like. How do you feel about navy? It's a color, but still dark and angry like your soul," she teased.

He shrugged. "That's fine."

She turned around to face him, kissing him softly and running her tongue over his lower lip, and he felt his cock twitch at the movement. She pulled back and ran her hands down his shoulders. "Thanks for being such a good sport about this."

He nodded and reached to pull it off. "No, keep it on," she said, grinning. "I want to see the product of my hard work."

"You can see it. On the floor. With the rest of our clothes."

She smirked, running her hands down his chest to sneak them under the hem of his sweater and shirt, stroking his abs, and he was hardening against her thigh as he pulled her flush against him, her curves pressing against his body.

He grabbed the fabric of the neckline of her dress, ripping it down the middle, pulling her back against him as his hands moved to her arse and then under her thong, pressing two fingers against her entrance and smirking against her lips at how wet she was for him already.

She moaned against him and pulled away, her lips slightly swollen, and he grinned, moving to kiss down her jaw as he pushed two fingers inside her. She rolled her hips against his hand, her head tipped to the side, and swore softly as he rubbed her clit with his thumb, the other hand steadying her, pressing against her lower back.

She reached to the button of his jeans and simply tore them, the button flying god-knew-where before ripping his sweater and shirt down the middle in one movement.

"I thought you liked that sweater," he said, smirking against her neck.

"I have eternity to make more sweaters," she mumbled, closing her eyes as he moved his fingers faster, trembling against him, her hands on his shoulders for support. "That feels so good."

He hummed and pulled his hand away, making her frown, before flashing to the bed and divesting them of their remaining clothing and crawling on top of her, his erection pressing insistently against her inner thigh. She impatiently pulled his head down so that his lips meant hers, her other hand moving between them to wrap around his cock, stroking it firmly and positioning him at her entrance, both of them moaning loudly as he pushed in, Caroline breaking away to arch her back, wrapping her legs around him to pull him deeper into her.

"Move," she panted, her fingernails already scratching down his back as she rolled her hips against his.

He obliged, filling her in slow, long strokes, his hands cupping her breasts, pulling and pinching her nipples between his fingers, making her moan. At her encouragement, he picked up speed, his cock slamming into her soaking pussy as the room filled with the sounds of sound of skin against skin coupled with Caroline's moans as she writhed underneath him, her hands clawing at his back and hair and she mumbled his name, her eyes shut tightly.

She came around him soon enough, clenching around him, her breathing harsh and ragged, and he fucked her through her orgasm, trying to prolong it as her face flushed beautifully for him.

He came soon after, his thrusts becoming rougher and more frenzied as he spilled inside her before she flipped them over, resting against his chest.

He liked the afterglow the almost as much as the sex itself, he'd found over the years, the way she draped herself over him, sated and content, her eyes closed while her breathing slowed.

He stroked her lower back burying his nose in her hair to smell her natural scent mixed with his mark on her and her favorite shampoo.

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