A/N: Abridged summaries:
1. Klaroline + "netflix & chill"
2. Klaus finds Caroline drunk in the quad yelling at pigeons.

klaroline + "netflix & chill"

Klaus's head snapped up from his laptop as his phone beeped across the desk, and he immediately grabbed it, punching in the passcode with nimble fingers.

Elijah shot him a raised eyebrow (usually Klaus didn't respond so quickly to texts), and Klaus ignored him.

There was a reason he gave Caroline a special text tone.

Hey

Really? She'd been off traipsing the globe without him for a year, evaded every attempt to send a hybrid bodyguard, and he had been painfully (but successfully) resisting visiting her hotel in Atlanta, and all he got was 'hey'?

Hello, love. How are you?

The three dots indicating she was typing popped up on his screen.

Good. I'm in Atlanta.

I know.

Of course you do. 😒

He grinned at her response, trying to figure out how to continue the conversation without scaring her away when she began to type again.

I was wondering if you were free tonight?

For you? I'm sure I could clear my schedule.

lol okay. We could watch netflix & chill?

He frowned. Well, if she wanted to watch films, he'd take what he could get. He could almost feel Caroline wrapped up in his arms, her head against his shoulder allowing him to breathe in her scent…

Of course. I'll bring take-away. Is Chinese acceptable?

She didn't respond for a few moments before typing again. Yeah. I guess we could eat first. Fried rice, please? 6pm?

Of course. I'll see you then, love.

See you soon 😉

After a quick search of the restaurants near her temporary apartment, he decided on one and impatiently waited the four hours until he had to leave, ignoring Elijah's invasive questions about where he was going.

Fried rice and orange chicken in hand, he knocked on her door at 6 o'clock exactly, and she opened the door and gave him a bright smile. "Hey!"

"Hello."

She took the take-out from his hands and kissed him quickly on the cheek before walking off towards her kitchenette. He froze, stunned by her forward behavior, but not about to complain. He closed the door behind him, locking it, and smiled when he saw that she'd already unwrapped her chopsticks and was digging into the fried rice straight from the carton.

"What film would you like to watch?" he asked.

She shrugged. "It doesn't matter. You can choose if you want."

"Are you certain?"

"I'm up for pretty much anything. Just no horror."

"All right."

She settled next to him, still eating from the carton of rice as he picked through his orange chicken, flipping through the options from the gaming system she seemed to have got online streaming from. He decided on a Bond movie (generic but entertaining) and, after checking Caroline was all right with it, to which she rolled her eyes and nodded, hit begin.

A few minutes into the movie, he'd noticed that Caroline seemed to be moving progressively closer to him, having finished her rice and set it on the coffee table. Half an hour in, she was snuggled up against him comfortably, his arm around her shoulders. He couldn't help but breathe her in, trying to keep the image of her naked body moving against his out of his mind.

She'd made it clear after their afternoon in the forest that she wanted to stay friends, and he wasn't about to ruin it because he couldn't resist making a move. After an hour, she was side-eyeing him every few moments, but he tried to focus on the movie.

She huffed irritably about an hour and a quarter in, and he turned to her. "Everything all right, love?"

"What is your problem?" she finally burst out, and he frowned, not quite knowing what she was upset about.

"My problem?"

"Yes. Your problem. You said you'd wait until I was ready, and now I'm here, completely ready, and you haven't made a move. Do you not want me anymore? It would have been nice to give a girl some warning."

His mouth dropped open and he tried to search for the appropriate words for the situation before just going with instinct. "Of course I want you, Caroline. You just said you wanted to watch a film and relax, and I didn't want to make you uncomfortable."

"Watch a film and relax," she repeated exasperatedly. "Are you serious right now?"

"Yes, of course. That's what you said. Chill does mean relax, correct?"

"Oh my god, how do you not know what netflix and chill is a euphemism for?" she asked, a grin spreading across her face.

"I don't know…?" he asked slowly, trying to keep his voice even.

"I want to have sex with you," she said bluntly, crossing her arms in front of her and glaring down at him.

"How does netflix and chill mean–"

"Not important," she interrupted, and he snapped his mouth shut as she pulled off her blouse.

"Caroline, are you all right?"

"What do you mean 'am I all right?' I am practically stripping for you and you're not doing anything," she said irritably.

"You said you wanted–"

"Oh my-Seriously?"

"Is this a one-time thing? Are you going to kick me out as soon as you're done with me?"

"No! Do you seriously think I would do that?"

The resounding 'yes' was on the tip of his tongue, but he decided that saying that would be counterproductive. "Do you want me, Caroline?" he asked, standing up, his voice husky.

"Yes."

He moved towards her, taking pleasure in the way he could smell her arousal pooling between her thighs. He almost couldn't believe that this was happening, and he was still slightly suspicious, but if this was truly what she wanted…

"Where do you want me to touch you?" he asked, tugging his shirt off and advancing on her until he could press his forehead against hers, his hands landing on her hips, rubbing circles with his thumbs against the skin just above the top of her jeans.

"Everywhere," she said after she appeared to gather herself, her voice breathless.

"Where first? Would you like my fingers to pleasure you between your legs until your knees buckle? Or perhaps you'd prefer my mouth on you, my tongue swirling around your clit with your legs thrown over my shoulders...Would you like me to fuck you, Caroline? Would you like my cock to fill you while you scream under me, your breasts bouncing as I fuck you into the mattress? Or would you rather I take you from behind? Bend you over the couch and dig my fingers into your hips while yours tear at the cushions as you search for something to hold onto."

Her eyes were wide, her skin flushing at his words, and the strong scent of her arousal permeated his senses, his cock straining against the zipper of his jeans. She slung her arms around his neck letting his hands cup her ass and lift her to wrap her legs around his waist, her forehead still pressed to his.

"I want you inside me," she said, her voice soft and throaty, the sound sending jolts of arousal straight to his almost achingly hard cock.

He captured her lips with his, and she kissed him back, the heat and pleasure of it prickling under his skin. He needed her.

"Anything you wish, love," he mumbled against her skin as he nipped and licked her neck, and she rolled her hips against him, moaning.

"Bedroom," she gasped out, her fingernails scratching at the bare skin of his shoulders.

He sped them to her bed, dropping her onto the mattress and taking a rather unnatural amount of satisfaction in the way she ripped her bra off and wriggled out of her jeans, her thong following quickly as he undressed, their eyes never breaking each other's gaze.

Klaus moved on top of her, and she spread her legs invitingly, wrapping them around his waist as she grasped him, stroking a few times and positioning him at her entrance.

He groaned low in his throat as he pushed inside her, her walls clenching around him as she threw her head against the pillows, her back arching, rubbing her breasts against his naked chest.

"Faster," she gasped out, rolling her hips against him, and he sent a brutal pace, his cock slamming into her hard, and she writhed beneath him, her moans filling the room.

"Klaus, oh my god, I'm so close…"

He smirked, moving to scrape his blunt teeth against her neck, and he felt it the second her orgasm crashed around her as she screamed his name, her fingernails scratching wildly at his back, the pleasurable pain making him come only moments after she'd ridden out her orgasm.

He collapsed on top of her, both of them sweaty and sated, and when he rolled off of her, she moved back on top of him, her face buried in the crook of his neck.

"That was amazing. We need to do it again," she gasped out, and he couldn't help but laugh as his hands stroked the small of her back.

"I agree."

They were silent for a moment, and he could vaguely hear the movie still playing in the other room. "But really, 'netflix and chill?'" he burst out, unable to keep the question back.

It was her turn to laugh, her breath hot against his skin. "It doesn't matter. It's not your fault you're old," she teased, and he squeezed her hips roughly, flipping them over again.

"I prefer 'experienced'."

Her giggles turned into moans as he grew hard against her thigh while he kissed her, and if his mind hadn't been occupied with all the ways he could make her come, he would have made a mental note to figure out who came up with the euphemism and send them something nice.

Klaroline - "you found me under the tree in the quad drunk and yelling at the pigeons" AU

"Honestly, you fucking beak-demons. I just went out to dance and have fun, and you are ruining everything, and I am feeling so personally victimized right now."

Klaus raised an eyebrow as walked into the set of park benches in the quad to see a stumbling blonde he recognized from his Survey of Supernatural Fiction class.

Her name was Caroline, and she was incredibly bright. She often earned smiles from their Professor, Dr. Saltzman, for her thorough but sometimes entertaining answers. He doodled while in class (if he even ended up going at all), and at first he just drew random objects with the occasional note jotted on the side or corner of the page. However, now he buried his notebook at the bottom of his bag at the end of every class because they were filled with tiny sketches of Caroline.

Sometimes it was only her eyes or the curve of her hand, other times it was an entire sketch of her face. It meant nothing, of course. It was all in the name of artistic interest...

Okay, fine, so he fancied her.

"Like, these Louboutins were like, two months of my paycheck, and now this one has pigeon shit all over it," she whined, and Klaus grinned as he leaned against the tree watching her, his fingers itching for a pen and paper.

She sat down on the concrete, her shoes next to her, and ran a hand through her slightly tangled hair sniffling. He could see her skin illuminated in the glow of a nearby streetlamp, and her dress was slightly bunched around her thighs, her heels falling from her hands to clatter on the concrete.

"This sucks," she said to the pigeon next to her, who made an odd cooing sound before waddling off in the other direction. "Oh my god, I can't even get the stupid bird to like me," she muttered, and Klaus took the opportunity to walk to her.

"Er, Caroline?"

She looked up, frowning. "Hi. What are you doing here?"

"I live here," he said, gesturing rather awkwardly at the dorm near them.

"Oh. Okay. You're the one from my lit class that draws me all the time, right?"

His mouth dropped open, and he wasn't quite sure how to respond to her matter-of-fact statement.

"It's okay, you can say yes. It's not like you can deny it. They're kind of pretty, by the way, even if they're a bit creepy."

"How did you find out?" he asked, deciding not to bother denying it.

"I saw one when you were packing up once. I was in a hurry and I walked behind you," she said, her words slightly slurred. "I didn't say anything 'cause I thought you might just be an art student or something."

"I am an art student."

"Yeah, I know that now."

"How? You've never spoken to me."

"You were cute so I asked Jeremy. You're apparently in his painting class. He says you're good. I'm not surprised."

The girl appeared to have no filter when she was drunk, and he wasn't sure whether that was something he should take advantage of.

"Thank you," he said awkwardly.

"You're welcome. Can you help me up?"

He grinned at her blunt request but obligingly held out a hand. She picked up her shoes and let them dangle off of her fingertips. "I'm trying to go home but I tripped and then that douchey pigeon decided to do its business on my new shoe. Not cool."

"Where's home?"

"Now that's a secret that you can't have until the third date."

He raised an eyebrow. "Is this a date? I had no idea. I thought I was just helping a pretty girl home."

She shrugged. "I don't know. Ask tomorrow in class. Bonus points if you bring painkillers. That'd be super cool."

"I'll keep that in mind," he said, giving her a rare smile as she leaned against him.

"I'm tired," she announced.

"I don't blame you, love."

"God, you're so British," she mumbled. "What is with your obsession with calling girls you barely know petnames? It's weird."

"Sorry. I'll try to remember not to, Caroline."

"Hey, I didn't say that. It's sort of cute."

"All right, love."

She gave him a brilliant smile. "Okay, if you promise you're not a serial killer I'll tell you where I live."

"Cross my heart," he said, his lips twitching.

"Mmkay. I live in Saxton hall."

"What a coincidence, love. So do I."

"Oh. That's nice. Can you walk me back?"

He couldn't help but chuckle. "Of course."

She took a few steps and then stumbled again, reaching out to grab his sleeve for balance. "Sorry. I think I'm a bit drunk."

"Do you?" he asked, unable to fight down a smile.

"Yeah. A little."

He snorted, grabbing her around the waist. "Shall I carry you? It might go faster that way."

"No thanks."

"All right."

They took another few steps, Caroline swearing when she stepped on a pebble, reaching to rub her foot, then swaying slightly. He caught her again and she huffed. "Fine. Carry me," she said, extending her arms.

He picked her up, one arm under her knees and the other around her back, and she hummed in contentment.

"I'll try not to throw up on your henley."

"That would be nice."

"I know. I specialize in nice."

He snorted but kept walking, adjusting her slightly in his arms to cradle her against his chest.

"You're warm."

"I know. I specialize in being warm," he said dryly.

"Hey, don't make fun of the drunk girl."

"I didn't."

"You so did."

He just chuckled quietly, managing to pull the front door open and walk to the elevators. "What floor?"

"Two," she said, her eyes fluttering closed. "Room 215."

"All right, love."

She shifted as they got into the elevator, but by the time they'd approached her door she was already asleep. He hoped her roommate was up as he knocked on the door, and a girl that was also in the Supernatural Lit class opened it, raising her eyebrows when she saw Caroline in his arms.

"Creepy Art Guy," she greeted.

"Klaus," he corrected. "And Caroline's a bit drunk. I wanted to deliver her safely."

"Her bed's over there," the girl said, pulling her bathrobe more tightly around her. "Is she okay?"

"As far as I know, yes. Her shoes aren't, however," he said, holding out the heels he'd remembered to pick up when she'd dropped them.

"Oh, that sucks," the girl said. "She was so excited when those were on sale. Oh, sorry, I'm Bonnie by the way."

"Hello," he said uncomfortably as he lowered Caroline onto the bed and backed up.

"Thanks for bringing her back, I guess."

"No problem. I couldn't exactly leave her out there alone."

"Well, you could have, but you didn't. So thank you."

"Right. I'll see you in class tomorrow," Klaus said, backing out into the hallway.

"Yep. Night," Bonnie said, closing the door.

XXX

"Good morning," Klaus said, setting his bag on the floor in his usual seat and walking over to Caroline, who was wearing a hooded sweatshirt that was pulled over her face.

"It's actually the worst morning ever," she said miserably, looking up at him. "Thanks for last night. I'm sorry that I was kind of...no filter-y."

"Not a problem, love."

She smiled slightly, resting her forehead against her arms. "'Kay."

"I brought you something."

She raised her head slightly and looked at him. "What?"

He set a small bottle of ibuprofen on the desk, and she snorted, quickly opening the jar and downing three before closing her eyes and burying them in back in her arms. "Thanks," he heard her say, her voice muffled against the cloth of her sweatshirt.

"You're welcome," he said, lingering for a moment before deciding he should walk back to his seat.

Before he could, though, she turned her head to the side, regarding him with tired eyes. "Want to go out tomorrow?"

He was slightly surprised, but gathered himself quickly and nodded. "All right. Coffee?"

"Yeah," she said before closing her eyes. "I don't think I'll ever drink again."

"She always says that," Bonnie contributed, having been silent for the whole conversation, and Klaus grinned.

"All right, coffee it is."

"Tomorrow at ten okay?"

"Of course."

"Okay. Pick me up at my room. See you then."

He grinned. "See you."

He turned to leave, but couldn't help chuckling at her next words.

"Don't you dare draw me today. I look like shit hungover."

A/N: Thanks for reading! Please tell me what you thought :)
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-Angie