Abridged Summaries:
1. Sequel to Good Vibrations (Chapter 50). Smut.
2. Klaus and Caroline pass notes.
kc + i'll rub your clit under the table at a restaurant then lick my fingers when i'm done i don't give a fuck
Klaus frowned when he caught sight of the binder lying innocently on the desk in his office.
Caroline had been expressing her nervousness that he would start to find their sex life boring for at least a month, and no matter how many times he told her that he was more than satisfied, she wouldn't stop stressing about it.
He supposed that part of it must be her insecurity stemming from his experience (owning an adult toy store didn't exactly scream 'vanilla'), but he had told her, quite truthfully, that he loved every bit of their sex life, and had for the last year since that first day she'd come into his shop.
He opened the binder and smiled widely when he saw the laminated pages of a neatly printed list, highlighted in different colors. There was a key on the top, with small squares of color meant to tell him the category.
It was absurdly organized, although, that was one of the things that made Caroline Caroline, so he couldn't really complain.
Blue for things she definitely wanted to do, yellow for things she wanted to talk about, and pink for things that she wanted in theory but wasn't quite sure she wanted in practice. Fair enough.
He grinned at the first thing on the list, printed neatly in cursive and highlighted in bright blue.
Sexting, especially when you're at your family dinner every Sunday.
He could almost hear her voice in his head, her tone dripping with seduction and wickedness.
Dominance/Submission, she'd written, highlighted in yellow, followed on the next line with Bondage.
Roleplay. Maybe boss/secretary or mansion owner/maid? was also in blue, and there was a note that said Blue-1.
He frowned before noticing that there were dividers in the same colors as the highlights, and flipped to see pages with numbers at the bottom. Page one under the blue divider had a numbered list of roleplay options, with sub-bullets of possible scenarios, costumes, and props.
She'd really thought this through, he realized as he scanned the list.
Food sex (sauce, whipped cream, etc.)
Blindfolds.
Sex on the washing machine.
Public sex.
Spanking.
More toys.
He frowned, trying to figure out where they could start. Pulling out his phone, he sent Caroline a quick message.
Come to the shop after you get off?
5:15?
Sounds great, love.
He heard the bell go off at the front and looked up. 'Hello, can I help you find anything?"
XXX
"Klaus?" she called as she walked into the back entrance of the shop, closing it behind her and walking to his office, her heels clicking on the floor.
She knew he'd seen the binder, and she'd been alternately nervous and absurdly turned on the entire day, imagining him reading through it and picturing all the scenarios she'd suggested.
"In here, love."
She turned to see Klaus moving out of the room where he kept the overstock that didn't go on the shelves, shutting the door softly and pecking her on the lips quickly in greeting. "How was your day?"
She shrugged. "It was okay. The usual."
They entered the office and she hopped up on the clear end of his desk, her heels dangling off of her toes as he sat on his rolling chair, moving to face her. "You?" she asked, sighing in contentment as he let her heels drop to the floor and pulled her feet into his lap, rubbing them firmly. "God, that feels so good."
"I've spent most of the day waiting for you," he said honestly, and she laughed, moaning as his thumb found a particularly sensitive spot.
"Did you look at the list?"
"Yes, I found it fascinating. I couldn't stop thinking about testing every single suggestion all day."
"That must have been distracting," she said with a deceptively innocent wide-eyed look.
"Very."
"Did you see anything you liked?"
"All of it."
"Well we can't try all of it at once."
"I'd take that as a challenge, but I do think it might be a bit much for you."
She didn't bother to respond verbally, simply rolling her eyes as she flexed her toes against his fingers.
"What would you feel most comfortable with, sweetheart?"
She pressed her lips together, shrugging. "I don't know. What would you recommend? You're the expert here."
"Sexting is simple. If you don't like it, just stop responding," he suggested.
"Okay. So this Sunday, then?"
He nodded.
"Great. It's a plan. I'll make sure to show you exactly what I'll be wearing before you leave."
He groaned, and she flashed him a wicked grin before pulling her feet away and straddling him in his chair, her skirt riding up on her thighs.
"On second thought, I think I might be a bit more interested in what you're wearing underneath your work clothes."
"It'll be incredibly uninteresting then, unfortunately," she said, failing to suppress a mischievous grin.
He raised an eyebrow, sneaking his hand up her thigh and brushing his thumb over her hip, licking his lips when he confirmed the distinct lack of anything under her skirt.
"I disagree, love. It's very interesting. In fact, I believe I should investigate further."
"Oh?"
"Turn around, spread your legs, hands on the desk," he ordered, his eyes dark, and she flushed, doing as he asked, letting out a soft gasp of surprise as he hiked her skirt up around her hips, the distinct sound of his jeans unzipping meeting her ears a moment later.
"Is this too boring for you, sweetheart?" he asked, his voice a soft caress, thick with arousal, making her shiver.
"No," she breathed, moaning as he circled her entrance with the tip of his finger to ensure she was ready before pushing two fingers inside her, hooking them to brush against her g-spot.
She clenched around his fingers, rolling her hips against his hand. "God, no."
"Does it feel good?"
"Yes," she panted out, half-moaning the word as he removed his fingers and sheathed himself inside her.
"Are you going to scream for me, Caroline? Tell me how much you love my cock inside you? Is this exciting enough for you?"
"Yes," she hissed, biting down hard on her lower lip as he moved faster, the slap of their skin meeting filling the room.
"Tell me, love. I just want to make sure you enjoy my cock filling you, that you don't find screaming my name and begging for more too tedious."
"Never could," she gasped, her voice hitching as she tried to form the words, coherent thought quickly leaving her mind as he reached to rub her clit in time with his thrusts, and she succumbed to the pleasure he gave her.
XXX
"Remember, love, don't tell my mother that 'Klaus' is a stripper name," Klaus said teasingly as they turned off the highway.
Caroline rolled her eyes. "I would not say that to your mother's face."
"Just checking, love. Never hurts."
She scoffed. "You must have had some incredibly tactless girlfriends if you have to check something like that."
He grinned, ducking his head. "One or two, although both of them were more to annoy my mum than because I liked them."
Her head snapped over to look at him, eyebrow raised, and he rolled his eyes in return. "Caroline, I–"
"That wasn't my 'insecure' face, that was my 'I didn't know my boyfriend was such an asshat' face."
"Now, love, let's not lie to ourselves. You knew very well what kind of man I was."
"The kind that would fuck a customer in the back of your sex toy store? You're right, I guess that isn't very classy, is it?"
He laughed. "Probably not, no. Though it did work out, in my opinion."
"I guess so," she said, smirking, before her face fell slightly. "I hope your family doesn't hate me."
"How could they?" Klaus asked, turning onto the street of his childhood home. "You're smart, successful, beautiful, compassionate. Everything my mother appreciates."
She snorted. "Wow. Low expectations."
"You'll be fine, love."
They pulled into the driveway and Klaus took her hand in his as they walked to the door. When Elijah opened it, he gave them both the once over before stepping back to let them in. "Mother is ill, and has asked that we have dinner without her. She did say that she may come if she begins to feel better."
"That's unfortunate. I was hoping she'd be able to meet Caroline."
"She was looking forward to it immensely, I'm sure. Nonetheless, it is a pleasure to meet you, Caroline."
Caroline and Elijah shook hands, and Klaus found an odd feeling of dread unfurling in his stomach, simply because his mother was to act as the calming force among his siblings. When he had suggested taking Caroline to dinner to meet his family, he had meant to have a quiet dinner (or as quiet as it could be in the Mikaelson household), not to throw her to the wolves.
Though one should never speak ill of the dead, he did thank his lucky stars that his father was no longer with them.
Henrik helped Rebekah bring the dishes to the table to set them down, and they were soon seated, their forks clinking against plates filling the slightly-awkward silence.
"So, Caroline, what do you do?"
Klaus winced. Of course Elijah would start off with a question about work, most likely hoping that Caroline had a more "respectable" job.
"I work in human resources," she said. "And yourself?"
"Investment banking," Elijah said stiffly.
"That's nice," she said after it became clear that Elijah wasn't going to offer any further information.
An awkward silence filled the room again before Klaus decided to break it, clearing his throat. "So, how's school, Bekah? Kol?"
The twins shrugged in tandem.
"That well?" Klaus asked before taking a bite of broccoli.
"I think I might get a B in French," Rebekah said darkly before stabbing a piece of steak.
"As opposed to?"
"All As, of course," Kol said, a jovial smile in his face.
"I never cared much for grades anyway. I don't think it's an accurate measure of ability," Klaus said, and Elijah pressed his lips together in displeasure.
"Well, I'm proud of you, Rebekah," Elijah said lightly.
"I'm sure she's thrilled," Kol said sarcastically. "Your approval means ever so much to us."
Before Elijah could respond, Caroline chipped in again. "What are you two majoring in?"
"Computer Science," Kol said at the same time as Rebekah said, "Biology with a minor in French."
"Wow," Caroline said, impressed.
"What did you go to school for?" Henrik asked curiously, his voice quiet and shy.
"Communications."
"How interesting," Elijah said, his tone indicating how uninteresting he thought it was, and Klaus ground his teeth at the look of slight hurt on Caroline's face.
"Elijah, that was rather unnecessary, don't you think?" Klaus said firmly, sliding his palm to rest on Caroline's thigh under the table to comfort her, rubbing slow circles on it with his thumb.
"Of course. I did not mean any harm by it. My apologies."
He could have sworn that Caroline's eye twitched, and there was another awkward silence before Elijah spoke again.
"So, how did you two meet?" Elijah asked, stabbing a carrot delicately with his fork.
Klaus was honestly impressed that Caroline only froze for a moment before she gathered herself, and he was even more impressed when she set her jaw, looked his pompous windbag of a brother straight in the eye, and said, "We met when I picked something up from his store."
Elijah's fork clattered as it fell on his plate, and Kol rolled his eyes at his brother's reaction. "What, Elijah, did you expect them to meet in church?"
"He's tried. I won't go," Caroline muttered sarcastically under her breath, and Henrik spluttered in the middle of sipping his water, making Rebekah sigh long-sufferingly and pass him a napkin.
He was about to pull his palm away from Caroline's thigh, but she reached down and pressed it to her thigh, under the pretense of pulling the napkin up to dab at her mouth.
He felt her thighs spread a bit more and his mouth went dry as he darted his gaze to look at her, though she seemed to be either completely unaware or a lot more capable of keeping a straight face than he'd initially assumed.
He experimentally moved his hand up her thigh until it crept under her skirt, and she shifted in her seat, subtly moving closer to him while politely asking Rebekah to pass her the water pitcher.
Elijah was talking to Henrik about something, and then Kol and Rebekah started cheerfully bickering about something or another, and Klaus took the opportunity to brush his finger across the thin lace covering her entrance.
To her credit, she didn't gasp or have an audible reaction, but she did move slightly to give him better access as he hooked his finger around the fabric covering her core, pulling it just far enough to gently circle her clit with the tip of his finger.
Her eyelids fluttered, but her face stayed expressionless as she took another sip of water, her hips jerking as he maneuvered his hand to circle her entrance with his fingers before pushing two inside her wet center, his thumb rhythmically massaging her clit. Her lips were slightly parted for just a moment before she seemed to remember herself and cleared her facial expression, but the movement made his cock twitch in his pants, and he couldn't help but lick his lips.
Caroline looked down at her plate as she clearly struggled with keeping her breathing even, her face slowly beginning to flush as he hooked his fingers inside of her to brush her walls.
Her hand crept to his thigh and he caught it with his, pulling her hand up to press a kiss to her knuckles, his gaze connecting with hers, the unspoken message of 'later' passing between them as her breath hitched when he pinched her clit lightly.
All of his sibling's heads swiveled to look at her as she turned her gasp into a delicate cough, taking a sip of water as Klaus sped his fingers' strokes and she spread her legs further, hooking her ankles around the wooden chair legs to give him more room, his fingers pounding into her hard and fast.
Klaus could feel his cock straining against the zipper of his jeans and resisted the urge to stroke himself under the table, instead nodding absentmindedly as Rebekah spoke, paying attention to Caroline's soft whimpering next to him. He waited until she was gritting her teeth before he took his thumb away from her clit and replaced it with the heel of his palm, and she gasped, quickly holding her water glass up to her lips, though he doubted she was actually drinking, as she came around his fingers.
Only Kol seemed to have noticed anything out of the ordinary, and he gave Klaus the sort of 'well done' look that only brothers could exchange before resuming his conversation/confrontation with Elijah.
Klaus caught his girlfriend's gaze and deliberately put his hand to his mouth and licked his fingers slowly, savoring her taste, and a bright red flush stained her cheeks as she watched, dark-eyed.
His cock was almost painfully hard against the rough denim of his jeans, and he excused himself to the restroom, washing his hands and splashing his face with cold water.
When he came back to the table, he saw that the mousse had been served. He sat next to Caroline, who was already on her first bite, and she looked at him, a wicked gleam in her eye as she deliberately licked the spoon.
He almost choked around nothing, setting the spoon down on the table and looking at the ceiling, taking a deep breath, and picking it back up again, scooping up a spoonful of chocolate in an almost petulant way.
Scrunching his eyes at Caroline's exaggerated moan when she took the next bite, he resisted the urge to groan.
It was going to be a long evening.
Caroline is a teacher and Klaus a school librarian.
"Hi, I'm Caroline. Are you the new librarian?"
The man at the desk looked up, smiling amiably. She was struck by how blue his eyes were, and he had dimples. She managed to gather herself before she stared too long, and he appeared to not have noticed (or was too polite to say anything). "Yes. I'm Klaus."
"Nice to meet you."
"Likewise. What can I do for you?"
She sighed, pulling out a piece of paper and pushing it towards him. "I need to make sure all of these are ordered and that they come by next month. We're reading different books this year and I realized you might not have them."
"All right. Let me check and I'll let you know."
"Thanks."
She shot him a smile before wandering away to the far aisles where they kept the Young Adult fiction, and set an alarm on her phone for forty minutes. This was her third year working at the small boarding school, and one of the advantages of living in one of the small faculty-apartments on-campus was that she could go to the library whenever she wanted, and YA fiction was her guilty pleasure.
The students were coming the next day, and since there was usually a beginning-of-the-year rush for the good books, she wanted to check them out early.
She finally selected three and brought them to the desk. Klaus seemed to suppress a smile when he saw the titles, but obligingly checked them out for her, stamping the due date on the inside cards and handing them to her.
"Thanks."
"I'll let you know when the books come in, love."
She started a bit at the nickname, but decided it was just a british-guy thing and left.
It wasn't until she got home that she noticed it.
She got through the first fifty pages of the first one she checked out, and a bright green sticky note fell out. Frowning, she picked it up.
The second book of this series is excellent. I can order it for you if you'd like?
She couldn't suppress a smile as she slid the note into a desk drawer.
XXX
Klaus locked up the library for the day, contemplating his life choices. It was the day after he'd met Caroline, and he had written the note impulsively, and had been semi-regretting it since then. Would she think it was odd that he'd done it?
It was silly to like her already, but she seemed to radiate a sunny excitement that was infectious, and it didn't hurt that she was gorgeous as well.
Musing on this, he opened the book drop, raising an eyebrow when he found all three books. Caroline was a fast reader, apparently.
He checked in the ones he hadn't left the note in first, not sure whether he was nervous or excited, before opening the last one. There was a purple sticky note stuck to the inside cover with masking tape.
That would be great, actually. I know it's probably a silly question, considering your job, but do you read much YA?
He smiled, carefully pulling the note away and sticking it into the desk drawer.
XXX
"The new librarian is so hot."
"I know, right? Literally the hottest teacher ever."
Caroline snorted, making a mental note to pointedly cover the word 'literally' in their next SAT vocabulary session (not that literally was an SAT word, but details, details).
"Hi Miss Forbes!" one of the girls said brightly when she walked up.
"Hey April. How was your summer? Excited to graduate this year?"
"Great! And yes. No offense, obvs."
Obvs. Seriously?
"None taken."
"Where's your ring, Miss Forbes?" the other piped up.
Caroline sighed, just thankful it had taken longer than 24 hours. She'd give it half an hour until everyone knew.
"That's kind of a personal question Olivia."
"Sorry."
"But seriously, where is it?" April added, cringing at Caroline's 'I'm completely serious' face, and shrugging. "Sorry Miss Forbes."
"It's fine. Class is about to start, you should probably head over."
She sighed and flexed her fingers almost absentmindedly, more aware than ever of the absence of weight on it. Honestly, she wasn't that fussed. She dodged a bullet with Tyler, and she knew it.
She walked back to her room, thankful that she didn't have Monday classes until after lunch and flipped through the new book she'd gotten.
Some, although my sister reads a lot more of them. She could give me recommendations for you, if you'd like.
She slipped the note in the drawer and penned her response.
XXX
I can't stand those books. I know they're really popular, but the main character gets on my nerves.
Klaus grinned as he read Caroline's new note. They'd been exchanging the sticky notes (and secret, silent smiles) in the two months since term started, and he had been screwing up his courage to change the subject from books for at least a week.
He slipped Caroline's note in his desk, as he usually did, and checked the books back in, penning his response to stick in her next stack.
XXX
I understand that. For me it's mostly the first-person point of view. To be honest, I couldn't get through the first book. It was too distracting. Sorry. Change of subject, I know, but what else do you like to do other than read?
Caroline smiled slightly as she tucked the note away.
She genuinely enjoyed the notes she and Klaus passed back and forth, and they talked occasionally at meals, but she wanted to get to know him a bit better, and she was happy that he'd taken the initiative, because she'd been oddly nervous to do so.
I like baking a lot, and I'm a huge football fan. You?
XXX
By that, I assume you mean American Football? Admittedly I'm not a fan. I do follow real football, however. And I enjoy baked goods, so that works out well, doesn't it?
"Real" football? That's a bit elitist of you, isn't it? And I'm not sure what you mean by 'working out well'. If that's a hint that I should bake for you, I'm a firm believer in the Little Red Hen philosophy: If you don't help bake it, you don't get to help eat it. You didn't answer my question, though. What do YOU do for fun?
I suppose it is a bit elitist, but that doesn't make it any less true. And perhaps you'd be willing to allow me to help you at some point, then? Though I admit that my reluctance has more to do with my ability in the kitchen than my dislike for assisting in a team effort. As for my hobbies, I enjoy art, mostly painting.
We'll just have to agree to disagree on the football thing. Painting? That sounds cool. Maybe you'd like to show me sometime? If it's not too personal, I mean. And sure. I'd love to have you help out. Don't worry, I'll teach you. I'm not half-bad at teaching you know. I happen to do it for a living.
Klaus laughed as he read her latest note, adding it to the steadily growing pile in his desk drawer. He wouldn't mind showing her his art, though he would have to make sure to put the sketches of her away before she did so. I live a few miles off-campus, but I'd love to show you, he wrote. But only if you agree to let me help you bake.
The next time Caroline came to check out a book, he put the note in as usual, sliding it towards her. They exchanged smiles and she turned, letting out a soft 'oof' of surprise when two students barrelled past her, causing her to drop her books.
"Sorry, Miss Forbes!" the girls chanted together.
"Greta, Lexi, no running in the library. Next time's a strike," he warned, and saw Caroline's lips twitch as she stood, putting the books in her bag. She waved silently to him and turned to leave, when he noticed a green note on the ground.
"Caroline, you dropped something," he said, walking around the desk and bending to pick it up, handing it to her with a wink.
She smiled and opened the book to slide it back in, and he saw her scan the note briefly before she shut the book.
"You can come over tomorrow, if you'd like. I'm in the faculty apartments. 2B," she said.
"That sounds great, love."
"Six o'clock?"
"Looking forward to it."
She left, closing the door softly behind her, and he turned to see Greta and Lexi standing behind him, both with smug smirks on their faces. "Dude, did you just ask Miss Forbes out on a date?"
"That's Mr. Mikaelson, not 'dude', and that is, rather unfortunately for you, none of your business."
"You so did."
He pointedly reached for the box where he kept the strike forms and Greta's mouth audibly snapped shut. "Sorry, Mr. Mikaelson," Lexi added hastily, dragging Greta away.
He winced when he heard Greta's gleeful shout to April that 'She totally called it' and looked up when Caroline walked back into the library, closing the door behind her.
"Well that took about thirty seconds. Not that I'm surprised," she said.
"You don't look that upset about it."
She shrugged, walking toward him. "I'm not. It'll die down soon. That kind of thing always does."
He nodded, a bit disappointed that she seemed to think it was amusing, hoping he hadn't misread her signals. "I see."
"Plus," she continued. "It makes me a lot less nervous to do this."
And then her lips were on his, soft and pliant, and his hands fell onto her hips almost naturally, pressing her against him. She tugged his bottom lip between her teeth as she pulled back, her eyes dark, lips puffy. "I've wanted to do that for ages," he said quietly, moving to rest their foreheads together.
"Me too."
The bell rang faintly in the distance, and she muttered something that must have been a replacement for a swear word (professionalism and all that), pulling back. "Tomorrow?"
"Of course, love."
"Great," she said, practically beaming at him, and he couldn't help but smile back.
Hope you enjoyed. Let me know what you thought :)
Hugs!
-Angie