A/N: Abridged summaries:
1. Midterms are coming up for Klaus, and his upstairs neighbor plays loud music.
2. Henrik gets in trouble, and Klaus goes to the parent-teacher conference with Miss Forbes. Smut.

Klaroline + you're my upstairs neighbor who insists on having a party whenever I need to study'

He bent over his Political Science textbook at his kitchen table, absently reflecting that it was the first Sunday night in weeks where his hot, blonde, it's-five-o'clock-somewhere upstairs neighbor, who he was 99% sure was a stripper, considering the amount of $1 bills she seemed to have stuffed in her wallet (she'd dropped it on their porch once and he had to return it to her), not that he was judging her or anything, hadn't been playing ridiculously loud music and screaming with her friends.

Fifteen minutes later, he realized he'd spoken (thought?) too soon.

Pulsing bass vibrated through his ceiling, and he had promised himself the last five times that the next time he'd do something. This time he was going to follow through with it, because midterms were coming up and he needed a decent grade on his exam.

He stuffed his keys and phone in his pocket and walked up the stairs to the upper floor of the duplex, banging on her door. Hot Blonde (Stripper?) Neighbor (the name having stuck despite the fact that he'd learned from said wallet that her name was Caroline Forbes) opened the door and gave him a beaming smile.

"Hi! Klaus, right?"

"Turn the music, down," he said, not answering her question.

Caroline frowned. "Why?"

"Because I'm trying to study."

"Oh," she said, and she clearly was only pretending to consider his request, judging by the dramatically executed 'thinking' look she was wearing. "Um. Sorry, no can do."

"Why not?"

"You didn't say please"

"You're joking."

"Nope," she said cheerfully.

"Please turn your music down."

She rolled her eyes. "Sorry buddy, you blew it by being rude."

"I'm being rude?" he asked incredulously. "Your music is shaking the goddamned house and I'm being rude?"

"Don't yell at me!"

"How else are you supposed to hear me? I can't even hear myself think."

"Probably isn't much going on up there anyway, no offense."

His eye twitched and he gritted his teeth. "Look, midterms are this week, and I need to study. Could you turn your music down so that I don't fail my courses?"

"Can't you wear headphones or something?"

"Okay, so since you clearly have never experienced the wonderful world of exams, I'll explain it to you," he said, his voice dry. "Twice a semester, there is a week called 'exam week'. During that week, you have these things called 'tests', which are a long set of differently formatted questions you have to answer within a time limit. These questions are based around material that you should have learned in class up to that point, which means that you have to look over that material before test week. So, if you could please turn your music down so I can study, that would be great."

She gave him a dirty look. "Are you done talking to me like I'm a child?"

"That depends, are you going to act like an adult and turn your music down so that people that actually bother to learn things can study?"

"Wow, you're an ass."

"Why? Because I want to get my master's and do something with my life?"

"No, because you're assuming that based on the fact that I play music loudly and don't like it when people bang on my door and ask me rudely to do things without introducing themselves that I didn't go to school. Rude."

"Oh, did you? What did you major in, Music? Dance?"

"Minored in both, but my major was Biopsych, not that that's any of your business."

"Right. Well, in the interest of helping a fellow student out then, could you please turn off your music?"

She opened her mouth to answer when a girl in a crop top with large brunette curls walked up behind her and tapped her. "Care, we're out of beer."

"No we're not, there's some in the cooler in my bedroom."

"You keep beer in your bedroom?" Klaus asked incredulously.

"Only when everyone's over. It's too much work to walk down to the garage every hour or two," she said impatiently. "Look, I'm sorry that you think my music is loud, but I live here too, and I'm not going to stop playing music because you have exams. I'll turn it down, but you're just going to have to use headphones."

"No. Turn it off."

They stared each other down, and Caroline seemed to be in no mood to give in.

"Just turn it down quite a bit then," Klaus said, a bit petulant.

"Okay. Bye," she said pointedly, shutting the door in his face.

That night the music was kept down to the point where he barely heard it, as it was the Sunday after. Weeks passed, and he felt like he was waiting for the other shoe to drop, but it never did. As finals came up, the situation bothered him more and more, and he found himself walking up to Caroline's door on a Friday night and knocking. Her eyebrows raised in surprise when she opened the door. "Hi."

"Hello, love."

"Caroline," she said firmly. "My name is Caroline. And you're my neighbor that told me to quiet down. Was my silence too loud for you?"

"Err…No, actually. I came to say thank you for doing what I asked, despite my rudeness," he said, not quite knowing why he was thanking her since she'd been such a bitch, but deciding to roll with his impulsivity.

"Um. You're welcome…?" she half-asked. "Honestly, I didn't know how loud I was being. I was just annoyed because you were kind of, you know…"

"Rude," he finished.

"Yeah."

They stood there awkwardly for a few seconds before she moved to wrap her hand around the doorknob. "Well, if that was it, I'll–"

"Would you like to get lunch?"

"Excuse me?"

"Would you like to get lunch?" he repeated.

She bit her lip, giving him a calculating look before nodding. "Sure."

It turned out that she wasn't a stripper, again though, he wouldn't have been judging if she was. However, over the next two years of dating, one year of engagement, and sixty-two years of marriage, she ended up stripping for him quite a bit.

dirty teacher/parent where Caroline's Henrik's high school teacher and Klaus' parents cant make it to the teacher conference and they send him instead.

"Nik?"

Klaus looked up to see Henrik peering through the crack in the doorway. He pushed back from his desk, where he'd been answering emails about a few commissions and gallery shows, and waved his brother in. "Everything all right, mate?"

He was watching Henrik for the week (which he really did every week because their parents were hardly ever home, but he wasn't going to get technical), and he had the classic "I did a bad thing" look.

Sure enough, Henrik handed Klaus a note. "Miss Forbes wants a parent conference. And I know you're not my parent, but they won't be back for a week. At least. And anyway, can you imagine Mum and Dad having a parent teacher conference? I don't think Dad even knows what grade I'm in."

"No, Henrik, I'm sure he knows," Klaus said as he opened the envelope, privately agreeing with his brother but not wanting to say anything.

Henrik seemed to know his train of thought though and gave him a skeptical look before sullenly plopping down on Klaus's office chair. "This sucks."

"What did you do?" Klaus asked.

"Read the note and find out."

Klaus shot his brother a warning look, and Henrik huffed. "Miss Forbes has a really dumb rule–"

"I thought you liked Miss Forbes," Klaus said, struggling to remember which teacher it was and vaguely recollecting that she was his Biology teacher, and had been his Chemistry teacher the year before.

"I do. She's really cool. She's kind of strict, but she's nice and she brings us home-baked cookies every time we have a quiz. So that's every Monday."

Klaus's mind painted a picture of a little old lady who wore tacky cardigans and called everyone 'dear' but gave you the evil eye if you talked back, and he nodded along. "All right, so what's the rule?"

Henrik didn't meet his eyes, shrugging. "Just read the note, Nik."

Dear Parent,

A conference is required to discuss a recent incident involving Henrik Mikaelson.

Incident description: Due to the delicate material covered in unit four of 11th grade Biology (sexual reproduction and health), I have a standing rule that on the first day of the unit, everyone can get the genitalia-related jokes out of their system, but for the rest of the unit, everyone has to be serious. Henrik and two other students played what they referred to when explaining their actions after class as "The Penis Game" after their quizzes were complete, disrupting the learning environment.

Please come to the required conference on Thursday, March 14th at 3:30pm to discuss this incident. If the noted time does not work for you, please call the school office, and we will reschedule your conference.

Sincerely,

Caroline Forbes

Klaus fought down a smile. "Who won?"

"I'm pretty sure that's not supposed to be your response, Nik. But I did."

"Well done."

Henrik rolled his eyes, though a hint of a smile remained on his face. "So, are you going to come?"

"Yes."

"Thanks, Nik."

Klaus nodded. Shooing Henrik out and sitting back down in his chair. Henrik had never been badly behaved, and, to Klaus's knowledge, had never had a note sent home with him. Klaus wasn't quite sure what would be involved in the conference, but he hoped that it wouldn't be too painful.

XXX

So, as it turned out, Miss Caroline Forbes was far from a frumpy little old lady.

She was a tall, leggy blonde, probably in her mid-twenties, with a sweet smile and a curve-hugging pencil skirt. He wondered why Henrik hadn't bothered mentioning that she was gorgeous, but decided that it didn't matter much.

After all, he wasn't here to ask for a date.

"Mr. Mikaelson?" she asked hesitantly when he walked in.

He nodded. "My name is Klaus. I'm Henrik's older brother. You're Miss Forbes?"

"Yes. Please, take a seat."

He sat across from her at her desk, and she folded her hands in front of her. "So, as I'm sure you gathered from my note, Henrik disrupted class on Monday."

"I did gather that much, thank you."

Caroline raised an eyebrow at him, and he wasn't quite sure how a woman who was clearly a year or two younger than him could make him feel like he was in trouble in the tenth grade, but she managed it. When she seemed to feel he'd been nonverbally chastised enough, she continued. "This is just his first strike. I don't think I've had any trouble with him before, so he should be fine as long as his disruptive behavior doesn't continue."

"Excellent. Was that all?" he asked, preparing to get up, and he found himself, again, pinned under her glare.

"No, actually. It's not 'all'. Despite the fact that this is the first behavioral incident Henrik has had, we still need to discuss it."

He'd never really got the sexy librarian fetish before, but he could see it with her. She seemed to realize the direction his thoughts had gone as well, because a small smirk bloomed across her lips before she stood up, walking to the classroom door, her heels clicking on the linoleum tile. "If you're that uninterested in your brother's behavior in the classroom, then by all means, do leave."

"I'd be interested in your behavior in the classroom," he muttered under his breath without thinking.

As soon as it left his mouth he restrained a wince.

"What was that?" she asked, her voice harsh enough that he knew that she had heard exactly what he'd said.

"Nothing at all, love."

Judging by her expression, he'd hazard a guess that terms of endearment were most certainly not welcome in Miss Forbes' classroom.

"No, please, repeat yourself."

Well, in for a penny, in for a pound, he supposed.

"Why? So that the rest of the class can hear?"

Her hips swayed as she walked to the door, and he was honestly about ninety percent sure she was doing it on purpose, and instead of leaving, she closed it firmly, hitting the lock button on the knob, before turning around to glare at him, her arms crossed.

"Seriously?"

"What?"

"Are you really asking me to treat you like a student?"

He suppressed his initial response ("If you mean student as found in pornography, please do"), and instead shrugged, stuffing his hands in his pockets and walking towards her and dropping his tone. "That depends, Miss Forbes. What sort of detention would I be serving?"

"You cannot be serious right now."

"I'm not the one locking the door, love."

She pressed her lips together in a tight line, tilting her head to the side, a challenging glint in her eye. "It's Miss Forbes. Not 'love'."

"Yes, Miss Forbes."

She brushed past him to perch on her desk, the brief rush of her scent and grazing of her skin against his making his cock twitch. She crossed her legs, making her skirt hike up slightly on her thighs, and gave him a calculating glance before folding her hands in her lap.

"Come here."

Her eyes darkened as he approached, and he could feel her gaze raking over his body. He stopped right in front of her, his body brushing her legs, noses only inches apart, her breath hot on his face. Her gaze darted down to his lips and back to lock on his eyes, and she moved her hands to brush over the fabric of his shirt before winding her fingers into the fabric and pulling him to capture his lips with hers.

She kissed him roughly, possessively, moaning as his hands snuck up under her skirt to her thighs, squeezing lightly as she bit his lip harshly, scraping her teeth against it and soothing the bite with her tongue.

He groaned, and she smirked as she pulled away.

"Take your shirt off."

His lips quirked as he obeyed. If she wanted to be in charge, he wasn't going to stop her, and from the way she moved, the way she looked at him, he had a feeling he'd have the chance to take her again in the future, perhaps with their roles reversed.

For now, though, the way she claimed him just with a stare, her tongue darting over her lips as her eyes locked on the lean muscles of his chest as his henley fell on the floor, that made his submission completely worth it.

Her palms moved slowly over his skin, and she scratched her nails lightly over his nipples, making him groan low in his throat. She smirked. "You like that?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?" she asked, her voice bordering on playful, though there was a steely tone that made him harden even more, his cock straining against the front of his jeans.

"Yes, Miss Forbes."

"Undress me," she ordered, her voice soft, but firm.

He nodded and fingered the hem of her top, pulling it over her head, drinking in the creamy skin of her breasts framed by lace, she watched him admire her, smiling slightly before he moved to unclip her bra. She shrugged it off and he set it on top of her blouse. She stood, pushing herself off the desk. He reached to unzip her pencil skirt, and she nodded at the floor, keeping eye contact with him. Realizing what she wanted, he dropped to his knees as the skirt pooled on the ground. She stepped out of it, and he tugged her thong down as well.

She moved to make sure everything was cleared off of the space on her desk before moving back on top of it, spreading her legs expectantly. He moved to kiss her inner thigh, and she let him before looping her fingers through his hair, holding him back.

"Unzip your jeans. I want to see how hard you are for me."

He obeyed, freeing his erection from the confines of his jeans and boxers. "Touch yourself," she ordered.

He wrapped his hand around himself and stroked his cock, her gaze burning him as she licked her lips, watching him on his knees at her feet, and he groaned softly. "Stop."

He did, and she moved to perch at the very edge of her desk, gently pushing his head towards her pussy, and he took the hint, his hands braced on the wood as he licked her entrance, swirling his tongue around her clit. She swore under her breath, looping her fingers through his hair grinding against his face.

"Yes, just like that," she panted under her breath, moaning a bit louder when he wrapped his palms behind her legs and pulled her closer so that her core was pushed fully against his mouth, his tongue running along her walls rhythmically as she rolled her hips against his face, swearing under her breath and tugging his hair softly, making him groan against her.

"I'm going to come," she panted, and he sped up the strokes of his tongue until she gasped out that she was coming, her voice strangled as she tried to keep quiet.

He continued tonguefucking her through her orgasm, moaning softly at her taste on his tongue as she undulated against him, swearing under her breath.

He pulled back, licking his lips, and she smiled at him wickedly, beckoning him closer and wrapping her hand around him, pushing his pants lower and stroking him firmly a few times before positioning him at her entrance.

"Fuck me. Hard."

"Yes, Miss Forbes," he said, trying not to sound too playful, and she grinned, wrapping her legs around his waist as he pushed into her. She was tight and hot and wet and perfect, and he felt her clench around him as he moved, her head thrown back, breasts pushed up against him.

She moaned as her nipples brushed against his chest, gasping softly as his nails dragged lightly over her back before he cupped her breasts in his palms, tweaking her nipples. She moved her head to the side, and he took it as an invitation, kissing and licking her neck. "Don't leave marks," she said, her voice sharp.

"Yes, Miss Forbes," he spoke against her skin, and she shivered, her hands braced on his shoulders as he pounded into her, fucking her hard, just like she'd ordered. She whispered encouragements through her moans and gasps, and he froze mid-thrust as something occurred to him.

"You're on birth control, right?"

"Yes. Move."

He obeyed, pounding into her more harshly than before, and she dug her ankles into his lower back, pushing him against her, biting her lip harshly to keep from moaning too loudly. "I'm so close," she gasped out, clawing at his back, and he could feel it too, the way she tensed against him. He moved faster, his cock throbbing inside her as he slammed into her, and he felt his balls tighten as he approached the edge.

He pinched her nipples a bit more harshly and kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, and she clenched around him, writhing against his body, and he spilled inside her a moment later, fucking her as he came.

They were both breathing raggedly, and she looked up at him as he pulled away, her breasts heaving as she tried to catch her breath. She pushed herself off the desk, and he took what was probably an unhealthy amount of pleasure at how her legs wobbled beneath her. She bent and pulled on her thong and skirt as he did up his pants and grabbed his shirt. He watched her fasten her bra again, her face flushed.

"That was…" he started, not quite sure how to end the sentence, and she nodded.

"Yeah. It was."

They just stared at each other, the electricity crackling between them, and she smoothed her skirt, nervously fluffing her hair. "I, er...don't know when Henrik is going to back to my parents, but if you'd like to come by–"

"You could come to my place instead, if you'd like. More privacy," she said, a hint of a smile on her face.

"Saturday?"

"Sure."

He smirked, letting his palms fall on her hips. "Rather naughty of you to let me fuck you at work, wasn't it?"

To her credit, her blush was quite light, and he found himself smirking.

"Is this the part where you tell me I was a bad girl?" she asked teasingly, fingering the hem of his shirt.

"Detention, Miss Forbes?"

"No offense, but five days of school a week is enough for me. We can just go with some good, old-fashioned angry sex," she said, clearly fighting a smile.

He couldn't restrain a genuine laugh, muffling it with his hand as he stared at her, knowing she could see the fascination in his gaze. "All right, then."

They exchanged phone numbers, and she gave him an almost shy grin as he left. It felt oddly natural, her touch, her smile, just being in her presence…

"I'll see you on Saturday, Caroline."

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