A/N: Abridged summaries:
1. Sequel to Passing Notes (Chapter 61)
2. Four 15 minute smut prompts.

I know that I say I don't write proposals, but I couldn't resist this one. Sequel to "Passing Notes"

Klaus grinned as he picked the pile of books out of the return bucket and saw the hot pink paper that indicated the presence of the latest note from Caroline.

Despite the fact that they'd been in a steady relationship for two years, they still faithfully left little notes in the books Caroline borrowed from the library and later returned. It was their thing. They were often silly: Just little book reviews he'd write, or reminders from her that she needed to try out a new brownie recipe.

He'd most definitely improved his baking and cooking skills since they'd begun seeing each other.

He peeled the sticky note out of the front cover and signed the book in quickly so that he wouldn't forget (a habit he'd developed since he'd made the mistake a few times) before reading the note.

Finished season two. My heart is broken and you have some serious explaining to do tonight.

He laughed, tucking the note away as usual, reflecting that it was about time she'd picked the television show he'd recommended back up.

Klaus had never been happier than he had since he'd started working at Mystic Academy with Caroline, and he was almost sure she felt the same way. He was stupidly in love with her, and he knew that if Kol could see him, there would be endless jokes at his expense.

But Caroline was worth it. So worth it.

He'd been having an inner struggle, not unlike the one he'd had when they first started writing notes to each other when he wasn't sure if she reciprocated his feelings for her, and had been contemplating his course of action for the past month or two.

He remembered the impulsive rush of writing the first note to her when he met her, and the one where he'd first asked her over. There had been another when he asked her to visit home with him. He'd asked her to move in with him in person, and though he'd greatly enjoyed the immediate result of that conversation (her smile was burned behind his eyelids forever, really), he knew that they'd both missed having the written proof of the relationship landmark.

This brought him to his current dilemma.

He eyed the green sticky note that had been sitting in the drawer with all of her messages for the last month. The two simple words written on it in his loopy calligraphy that he just hadn't had the courage to stick in a front cover.

Almost as if he'd summoned her with his mind, he looked up as the door opened to see Caroline closing it behind her. He hastily closed the drawer, trying not to look too suspicious, but she didn't seem to notice, coming to peck him on the lips and saying she'd be back in a few minutes. He nodded and turned back to his work, his heart thundering in his chest.

By the time Caroline returned to his desk, he'd made up his mind, and he waited until she wasn't looking to tape the suspiciously lumpy sticky note into the front cover before closing the book, sliding it toward her. "I have to stay late tonight," he said, slightly apologetically as she slipped the book into her purse.

"It's okay. I have some grading to do anyway."

"All right, love. I'll see you in a few hours."

"Sure. Love you," she said, and he stood so that she could give him a slow, passionate kiss, which he returned before repeating her words back.

She gave him a brilliant smile before leaving, and he watched her go, feeling simultaneously more nervous and excited than he ever had in his life.

XXX

Caroline sighed as she dropped her bag on the table in the front hall and kicked off her low heels, running her hand tiredly through her hair.

She really should get some grading done, but the book was practically calling her through her purse, and it couldn't hurt to take just a tiny break, could it?

After a brief inner argument, her long-held belief that rewarding oneself for working hard with leisure time won out, and she sat down to grade. After making it through half the essays, she decided she deserved a break and stood up, stretching and checking the clock, a bit surprised that Klaus wasn't back yet, but figuring that he must have something important to do.

She walked to her purse, wriggling her toes against the carpet as she pulled the book out of her bag, frowning at how the cover seemed to be slightly propped open.

She opened it, and her mouth dropped open at the blank green sticky note taped to the inside cover, clearly concealing something a bit lumpy but circular.

She carefully peeled the note out of the cover and turned it over, already knowing what was there, but almost expecting it to be a joke.

Instead, she felt herself choke up when she saw the delicate silver engagement ring, encrusted with tiny diamonds, and she felt almost exasperated at Klaus's completely unexpected and yet entirely predictable proposal.

Marry me? the note said, and she almost couldn't stop the scoff that escaped her, though she still couldn't seem to move as she stared at the note, completely frozen.

She heard the front door open, and she looked up to see Klaus walk in, immediately shooting a nervous look at her. His lips twitched when he saw her half-teary-half-annoyed facial expression, and he raised an eyebrow.

"So?"

"Yes," she said decisively, not bothering to conceal the tightness in her voice, and handing him the ring to slip onto her finger before grabbing him by the front of his shirt and pulling him in for a heartfelt, slightly teary kiss.

Klaroline pick-up lines + 15 minutes each to write a smut prompt.

"this is a new way of flirting. It sucks."

"Caroline–"

She shushed him, pressing her finger to his lips before dropping to her knees, unbuckling his belt with surprisingly nimble fingers considering she'd just dragged him into a coat closet after they'd both consumed at least two bottles of vodka each (Rebekah's parties were...well...wild). They hadn't seen each other in at least a decade after their brief fling during a hot, midwestern summer (Caroline might have been the only person in the history of the world to make a potato field in Idaho sexy), and Caroline was clearly ready to make up for lost time.

Being vampires, they would metabolize them relatively quickly.

He could see down her low-cut dress as she pushed him slightly to rest against the wall, her palm firmly stroking him through his boxers as she licked her lips.

"I've been wanting to do this since you left," she whispered, her tongue darting out to swirl around the head of his hard cock.

He groaned as she wrapped her lips around him, applying a light suction before pulling back and dragging her tongue languidly up his shaft. "I dreamt about it, you know," she said, her breath hot on his skin, and he groaned, tangling his hand in her hair. "Did you miss me, Klaus?"

"God, yes. Fuck…"

"I know you've been watching me all night, waiting for me to come to you," she said before wrapping her lips around him, her head moving up and down his length as she stroked him in time with her tongue. She moaned around him again before pulling back and wrapping her hand around his shaft and flicking the pad of her thumb across the tip of him.

"I enjoyed your phone message a few weeks ago," she continued, grinning as she saw the hand that wasn't tangled in her hair digging into the wall, cracks forming in the plaster. "You really wanted me to come."

"Yes," he hissed, though he wasn't sure whether he was agreeing with her statement or trying to encourage the way her lips and tongue moved across his cock so fucking perfectly…

It was probably both.

"I don't know if you remember that time we were in your living room a few decades ago…"

He was pretty sure he remembered every second spent in her presence, but most of them seemed to escape him as she moaned around him again. He tugged at her hair, groaning as she sucked him harshly, the tip of him hitting the back of her throat. "Yes. Suck harder, Caroline, please…"

She pulled back instead, still stroking him firmly. "Remember how I came when you called? You were desperate for me, Klaus. Well, you are now too, let's be honest here. You want me."

"I do."

"Well, for future reference, my way of flirting sucks in a good way," she said, her mouth wrapping around him again, and he choked on her name as she sucked harder, one hand cupping his balls while her other stroked him as she pleasured him with her tongue, and it wasn't long before he began to thrust into her mouth, spilling down her throat and looking at her, heavy-lidded, as she licked his come off of her lips.

"Champagne is my safeword"

Caroline rubbed her thighs together in anticipation, glancing again at the clock on the bedside table. Klaus was due home within the next ten minutes, and she had texted him earlier that she had a surprise.

She tugged again at the comfortable fabric that secured her wrists to their headboard, making sure it would hold, and moaned softly as she imagined Klaus's fingers trailing around her nipples, pinching them lightly. His fingers would stroke the soft skin of her inner thighs as his lips traveled up and down her legs.

She could almost feel his thumb rubbing against her clit, the way it would make her core tighten, and she moaned as she twisted to rub herself pleasurably against the fabric of their quilt. Her eyes flew open as she heard the door open and close, and she fought down a moan, knowing Klaus would hear her (if he hadn't already caught her ragged breathing).

She faintly heard the crinkle of paper and grinned as he read her note.

Champagne is my safeword.

She bit her lip as he closed their bedroom door behind him, his eyes dark as he admired her, naked and flushed for him, her legs spread, wrists tied together against the headboard.

He pulled off his shirt, his eyes still glued to her as he licked his lips, unfastening his belt and kicking off his jeans and boxers before stalking to her predatorily, her breath catching as his gaze devoured her body.

He inhaled the scent of her arousal, groaning softly as he moved onto the bed, nuzzling her neck with his nose and scraping her skin with his blunt teeth. She moaned, tipping her head to the side, spreading her legs, rolling her hips against his already hard cock.

She moaned loudly as he pinched her nipple before circling her entrance with his fingers, grinning as she spread her legs wider. "Do you like that?" he asked, his voice soft and dangerous as he pushed two fingers inside of her, curling them to brush against her walls, making her shudder.

"Yes, Klaus...please…"

"Please what, love?"

"I need more."

"More?" he asked, bending to nip her ear and running his tongue along the shell of it before capturing her lips with his, his thumb brushing across her clit. She pulled her wrists against the fabric binding them, trying to find friction against his fingers as she rolled her hips, but he pulled away, smirking.

"What do you want, love?" he asked, an infuriating smile curling across his lips.

"You."

"What part of me?"

"Seriously?" she hissed as he stroked himself before positioning himself at her entrance, not quite pushing in yet, the tip of him teasing her clit.

"Tell me, Caroline."

"I need you in me, Klaus. Please."

"You need me?"

"Yes."

"How much?"

"I need your cock in me so badly, Klaus," she panted, enjoying the way his gaze consumed her as the filthy words fell off of her lips. "Make me come, please."

"I didn't quite catch those last few words."

"Klaus, please, make me come."

He pushed inside her, his strokes infuriatingly slow, and she whimpered as he moved in languid strokes, her back arching as she tried to get more friction. "Klaus, please...please…"

"Please what, love? What do you want?"

"Fuck me faster. Harder. Please, Klaus, I need you."

His strokes became faster and more frenzied, and she panted out his name at least ten times in one breath, her legs wrapping around him, her wrists struggling against the binds. She felt the coil of her impending release tighten before it shattered, and she moaned loudly as she came around him, her body shaking with the intensity of her orgasm.

He kept moving, his cock pounding into her as she came, and his ragged breathing on her neck made her shiver before he moaned her name against her neck, his blunt teeth scraping across her skin as he spilled inside her.

"I'll get you off, however long it takes"

"Beg me," he ordered, his cock pounding into her.

She shook her head, unable to form words through the moans and whimpers escaping her lips.

"You know you won't come unless you beg, Caroline."

She did know.

She wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of either breaking the compulsion with the safeword or giving in.

"You can only come if you beg, and I allow it."

She swore again, letting out a soft gasp as Klaus's fingernails raked down her sides, the painful shocks of pleasure going straight to her core as she clenched around him, so fucking close but unable to tip over the edge.

"Caroline, don't you want to come for me?"

She nodded.

"Say please, then, love."

"No," she gasped out, wrapping her legs around his waist and shamelessly rubbing herself against him, her fingers winding into his hair and pulling his mouth to hers.

Their lips met in a rough, possessive kiss, his tongue stroking hers before he bit down on her lower lip, making her moan. His cock was filling her so perfectly with every stroke, his hands moving up to pinch and stroke her nipples, and she pulled away from him, swearing and writhing beneath him.

"Don't you want to clench around me, love? To scream my name and claw your nails down my back as your body quivers with pleasure?"

"Yes," she gasped out, nodding, her eyes shut tightly as she arched her back to press her breasts more firmly into his hands, making him smirk.

"Just ask, love. All you have to do is ask."

She swore again, almost sobbing at the torture of him pressed against her, the shocks of pleasure pulsing through her body as she was pushed so close to the edge without being able to tip over it.

"I could do this forever, Caroline. I love the way you feel around me, so tight and hot, how your pussy clenches around my cock. I'll fuck you until you're a quivering mess beneath me, unable to scream anything but my name and the word 'please'. I'll make you beg for it eventually, Caroline."

Both of them were breathing raggedly as he flipped them so that she was on top, grabbing her hips and helping her sink back on top of him, holding her there as she rode him.

"You're so beautiful writhing on top of me like this, Caroline. Your eyes glassy, lips parted…"

He rubbed her clit while his other hand squeezed her hips, and she bit her lip as she rolled her hips against him. "God, Klaus…"

"I'll make you beg eventually, Caroline. I'll get you off, however long it takes."

She gasped as he pinched her clit lightly, her body shuddering against him as she shook her head jerkily. "No."

"No?"

"Not going to beg," she panted out. "God, I want...Fuck...Klaus…"

"What was that, love?"

"I need...I'm so close…"

"I know, love. Just ask."

She moaned loudly, her fingernails raking down his chest, and shook her head. "You'll come first," she gasped out. "You'll come before I beg."

"If you say so, love."

She cracked an eye open and glared at him as she rocked against him before moaning as she clenched around him again. He was getting close, he could feel himself approaching the edge rapidly, and from her smirk, she knew it.

"Come for me, Klaus. I love the way your cock feels inside me when you fuck me. Come inside me. Mark me," she said, her voice breathy and needy, and he knew he wouldn't be able to hold on much longer.

"Caroline…"

She gasped out his name again, and he dug his nails into her hips, fucking her hard as she bounced on top of him, and he admired the fullness of her breasts as she breathed raggedly, the way her hair flew around her, how she licked her parted lips when she screamed his name, rolling her hips against his cock.

"Come for me, Klaus…"

"I'll let you finish your… expression"

Caroline bit her lip as she turned sideways, inspecting herself from every angle in the three-way mirror. The blue lace corset dress just wasn't hitting her quite correctly in the hip, and she sighed. You'd think that she'd have learned her size in the last fifteen years, considering she'd had the exact same body the entire time.

She unlaced it quickly and threw it unceremoniously to the floor, grabbing a black minidress and carefully easing it on, pulling her hair up and turning to see how it clung tightly to her ass.

"What are you doing, love?" Klaus asked from behind her.

She saw his reflection in the mirror, his eyes glued to her, and she smirked as she moved to face him. "See something you like?"

"I like you in whatever you wear," he said, his gaze still fixed on the way the dress clung to her every curve.

She hummed to show that she'd heard, turning back to the mirror.

"What are you dressing up for?" he asked.

"Just for me," she said, shrugging and reaching behind her to unzip the dress. "Katherine brought back a bunch of these from her trip to New York, and I'm just trying them on. She basically shoved an entire store's worth on me, grumbling about how I should express myself through my clothing or whatever. Unzip me?"

He nodded, and she smirked as he slowly unzipped the dress, exposing her creamy skin inch by inch.

He pressed kisses to her spine as he helped her undress, and she moaned, letting out a sharp gasp as he knelt behind her, pressing a kiss to her hip and rubbing her clit. "Klaus, not yet."

"What's the matter, love?"

"I'm not done trying things on. You need to wait."

He rolled his eyes and moved back to lean against the doorway of their large, walk-in closet, and she smirked as she wriggled out of the dress, grabbing a new one off the rack, which was even tighter and shorter, if that was possible.

"I don't see why she bought you so many...inappropriate pieces."

"Are you complaining?" Caroline asked, arching an eyebrow as she adjusted her breasts against the bodice of the dress so that her cleavage was more prominent.

"Not at all," he said slowly, practically undressing her with his eyes. "Shall I wait here while you finish your...expression?"

"Sure."

She dragged out the next few garments, turning around slowly, bending over to see how far they would ride up (usually exposing half of her ass in the process), and telling Klaus repeatedly that no, he couldn't touch yet.

He finally cracked when she pulled her thong off from under her dress, mentioning casually that silk dresses didn't really "agree" with anything under them, and about five seconds later the silk was in pieces on the carpet, and he was pressing her palms against one of the middle shelves as he bent her over, knocking her legs apart and teasing her entrance with his fingertip.

"So wet for me, Caroline."

"I've only been waiting for you to give in for the last four dresses," she panted, spreading her legs wider as he pushed his fingers inside of her, moaning softly as he brushed her g-spot.

"I waited for you to give into me for seven years."

"This isn't a competition, Klaus."

"Everything is a competition," he teased, pulling his fingers away from her core to free his erection from the confines of his jeans, groaning as he stroked himself and teased her entrance with the tip of his cock.

"Klaus…" she whined, letting her head drop as her breathing became ragged when he filled her.

He grabbed her hips, fucking her fast and hard, his balls slapping against her skin with every thrust, making her moan.

"Such a little tease," he growled under his breath. "Practically stripping for me in front of the mirror but not allowing me to touch. You wanted me to push you up and fuck you against the mirror the entire time, didn't you Caroline? Did you want me to force you on your knees and take you from behind against the carpet, my love? Or perhaps you would have preferred being on your back with your legs in the air as I fucked you among the ruined fabric of your dresses. Did you want to suck my cock on your knees for me, Caroline? Would you have liked me to sit you on a shelf and kneel before you, your pussy hot and wet and delicious against my tongue?"

She moaned loudly at the sound of the words, whimpering as he fucked her faster and harder, his cock filling her perfectly in all the right places, and he tugged her hair lightly as she panted out that she was about to come before clenching around him, screaming his name.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed them. Please let me know your thoughts :)
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-Angie