A/N: Abridged summaries:
1. Caroline falls asleep on a plane. Klaus keeps her daughter amused. The flight attendant thinks they're a couple, but they're not. Yet.
2. Caroline works at a mermaid-themed restaurant, and she has a special mermaid-fetish-themed surprise for her boyfriend/manager Klaus's birthday. Smut.

Drabble prompt (thank you love you!): you fell asleep and i started making funny faces at your kid to keep them amused and the steward mistook us for a couple au

Klaus was exhausted. He'd narrowly avoided a disaster of epic proportions on his business trip to Los Angeles (Kol was now cut off from alcohol at office parties), and all he wanted to do on the fight back to New York was sleep.

He saw a blonde woman walking down the plane aisle, a gym bag over her shoulder, clutching the hand of a cheerful-looking blonde child wearing a poofy Cinderella costume dress, a bag of cheetos clutched in her fist, orange powder smeared across her cheek.

A minute ago, he would have thought that it wouldn't be possible to look less energetic than him, but he somehow knew that she'd give him a run for his money. She was beautiful though, and she seemed to radiate warmth despite her obvious tiredness.

The child, however, was practically vibrating with energy, and he couldn't help but pray to every deity imaginable that they didn't have the two seats next to him.

He reflected that he must have been even more of a prick in a past life, because the woman seemed to double check the seat numbers, give him a brief apologetic glance, and encourage the child to slide in next to him before taking the aisle seat herself.

"Hi," the child said to him, a huge smile on her face, and he fought down a groan.

The woman seemed to sense his discomfort because she immediately jumped in. "Julia, what are the rules on planes?"

"No talking to strangers."

"And?"

"No kicking the seat in front of me, and no singing."

"Right," the woman said, turning to give him a tired half-smile. "Sorry. I have enough coloring and activity books for a small army. She should be quiet once we take off."

"All right."

"Can I have the window seat?" Julia asked.

"No, sweetie. This nice man has the window seat. You get the middle seat, which is almost as much fun."

He restrained a snort at her calling him a 'nice man' (and at the middle seat being considered anything close to resembling "fun") but decided not to comment, instead determinedly moving to dig into the bag he'd pushed under the seat in front of him for his laptop.

Julia huffed, but obligingly took the colored pencils and activity book her mother handed her, flipping it open and aggressively scribbling a green colored pencil over an elephant outline.

Julia was quiet for awhile, peacefully coloring, and her mother was clearly struggling to stay awake. He looked up from his laptop an hour after take-off to see that she was sleeping, her chest rising and falling as she breathed, twisted in such a way that her breasts strained against the fabric of her blouse.

Klaus inwardly kicked himself. She was probably married, though he couldn't make out a ring. And even if she was single, it wasn't as though he could wake her up and charm her well enough to ask her for a date with her daughter sitting right in between them.

He closed the laptop, somehow not wanting the bright screen to interfere with her sleep, scrapping his usual "it's a plane and I'll never see any of these people again, so I do what I want' attitude just this once, and bent to slip it back in his bag, pulling out his sketchbook, which he could still use despite the low light.

He started off just doodling, but ended up absentmindedly sketching a horse, and he felt Julia shift next to him, looking at what he was doing. He resisted the urge to hide the sketchbook (it wasn't as though he was drawing anything inappropriate), and turned to her, eyebrow raised.

"Something I can do for you?"

"Why aren't you coloring?" she asked, frowning. "It's so boring when it's just grey."

"It's just a sketch."

"But it would be so much prettier if the horse was pink."

Her voice was matter-of-fact and bossy, and he couldn't help but grin. Despite the girl's admittedly unwelcome energy, she was rather charming, and she hadn't thrown a fit, which already put her in the top ten percent of well-behaved children on planes.

"Would you like to color it for me?" he asked, figuring that it didn't really matter if he kept the sketch (he'd probably have ended up recycling it anyway).

"Yes! After this, draw me a kitten," she ordered imperiously, before wincing. "Please."

"What kind of kitten would you like?" he asked, someone amused by her enthusiasm.

"A cute one."

He grinned. "All right."

He watched her color the horse a bright sky blue out of the corner of his eye as he outlined the cat, trying not to shade it too much so that she could have space to pick colors, adding some flowers and clouds as well when he was done with the cat.

"This is for you," she said, sliding the picture of the horse to him, and he handed her the picture of the cat to color. "Thank you," she said.

Klaus smiled slightly and nodded. "Thank you," he said, feeling a bit awkward.

Children annoyed him as a general rule, but Julia was a charming mix of polite and bossy, and he couldn't help but wonder if her mother was anything like her. He slid the picture behind his sketchbook, deciding to keep the pictures to give to the mother (didn't most parents like to keep their children's art? He vaguely recalled that it was common).

"What next?"

"Butterfly. Please."

"Of course."

She gave him a cheerful smile and returned to her coloring, humming a few notes before stopping herself, apparently remembering her mother's rules.

An hour later, Julia had completed the first three drawings, as well as a dog and a rabbit, before deciding that she wanted to play tic-tac-toe (and he figured that she couldn't play by herself, so why not), and he played a few rounds of that before deciding it was safe to ask about her mother.

"Your mum seems nice."

"Yeah. She took me to Disneyland!"

"I thought so."

"Yep. We saw Cinderella and Snow White and Sleeping Beauty and Ariel and Minnie and Mickey and everyone!"

"That sounds nice."

"It was awesome," she said, so excitedly that it surprised a genuine laugh out of him.

"What does she do?"

Julia shrugged. "She's a genesis."

"Geneticist?" he half-asked-half-corrected.

"Yeah. Genesist."

"That's interesting," he said diplomatically, making a mental note to remind Marcel that they needed to hire someone to join the team for the new pesticide they were developing since one of the scientists had retired.

"Yep! And my daddy has a restaurant."

"That is interesting," he agreed, for some reason feeling a bit disappointed that Julia's mother was married.

"Yeah. He's taking me to work this weekend when I visit to give Mommy a break."

"That's nice," he said slowly.

"Yeah. I live with Mummy most of the time, but when I visit Daddy he gives me ice cream and his friend Hayley sometimes takes me to movies."

Divorced then, probably. Did he really want to get involved in that?

And when had he even considered getting involved?

"Do you live in New York too?" Julia asked, cocking her head to the side.

"Yes, actually."

"Cool! Maybe you and me and Mommy could go to the park sometime. We feed the pigeons."

He heard a soft groan, and he looked to see Julia's mother stirring. She woke slowly, her eyes opening blearily, and she sat up, looking around. "Mommy, I made a friend," Julia said when she followed Klaus's line of sight.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry," the woman immediately apologized to him.

"It's all right. It was a delightful conversation, really, and you seemed tired," he said, giving her a charming smile.

He expected her to melt (accent plus dimples generally added up to infatuation), but she just raised an eyebrow. "Well, thanks for entertaining her. I'm so sorry I fell asleep," she said before turning to her daughter. "Julia, what have I said about talking to strangers?" Caroline asked, shooting Klaus an apologetic look.

"Not to do it," the girl said, pouting.

He was about to reassure her that it was fine, but he remembered Rebekah telling him exasperatedly how when other people told their children that they didn't mind whatever happened it reinforced bad behavior, so he kept his mouth shut.

"I'm Caroline, by the way," she said.

"Klaus. Pleasure to meet you, love."

This time she did blush, and he smirked.

"Would you like a beverage?" a flight attendant interrupted, making all three of them look up in surprise.

"Ginger ale," Julia said promptly, and Caroline sighed.

"I'll have apple juice," she said, looking very much like she'd rather have a few shots, and Klaus fought down a smile.

"Water for me, thank you."

"Of course," the flight attendant said, pouring the drinks.

"Mummy, can I have a cookie?" Julia asked, and Caroline pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Julia, plane food is expensive, and you've already had–"

"One cookie, please," Klaus interrupted, pulling three dollars out of his wallet and reaching over Julia and Caroline to hand it to the flight attendant.

Caroline was glaring daggers at him, but Julia looked thrilled, and the flight attendant handed Julia the cookie, smiling.

"Seriously, Klaus?" Caroline growled, and he was half-impressed by how familiar she sounded when she scolded him.

The other half was too busy observing how gorgeous she was when she was irritated.

"I hope you don't mind me saying this, but you're such a cute family," the flight attendant said as she prepared to roll the cart away.

Caroline sat there stunned for a moment as she tried to form her answer, but by the time she'd opened her mouth the flight attendant had already moved onto the next row.

She gave him another death glare before turning to Julia. "What do you say when someone does something nice for you?"

"Thank you," Julia said, turning to him.

"You're welcome, love."

Caroline bristled at the endearment, and he winced. "Sorry. It's common in–"

"I know, I know," Caroline interrupted, waving away his apology.

"Can you draw me another pony?" Julia interrupted, and he obligingly opened his sketchbook again, hoping to win more points with Caroline as he began to sketch.

He saw Caroline check her phone out of the corner of his eye before muttering that they had "another frigging hour" and sighing.

"You're really good," she said when she saw the drawing he handed Julia.

"Thank you."

"Are you an artist?"

"No, I actually work for Mikaelson Inc."

"Oh my god, you're Klaus Mikaelson," she blurted before looking faintly embarrassed. "Sorry."

"It's all right," he said, the question of how she knew him on the tip of his tongue, but she beat him to it.

"A headhunter called me the other day to offer me a job. I was doing research to see if I wanted to come in for an interview," she said, her tone becoming more business-like.

He wasn't sure whether to be happy that she could possibly end up in the same vicinity as him, or to be disappointed that if she did, office romances were highly frowned upon (despite the fact that they would be in entirely different departments).

"You should do it, 'cause you hate your job and Klaus is our friend now," Julia interrupted, and Caroline seemed to roll her eyes before her brain caught up to her body, making her flush in embarrassment.

"Well, I'd give you my elevator pitch about why you should work at the company, but Julia seems to have beaten me to it," he joked, and Caroline smiled.

"I'll think about it."

"While you have me here, you're welcome to ask any questions that you have. I won't hold it against you," he said, giving her a charming smile.

She bit her lip and nodded. "Okay. Thanks."

Her first few questions were hesitant, but after that they fell into an easy conversation, and were only interrupted here and there for Julia to ask for a new picture to color, which Klaus obligingly provided.

When a flight attendant announced that they were preparing to land, Caroline jumped into motion to help Julia pack up her toys and find the missing colored pencil.

Klaus took the opportunity of her not paying attention to pull out his business card and write a short message on it. He slipped it under the paperclip he had gotten out of his suitcase to attach the drawings and handed the pile to Caroline, who slid the pages into her purse, not looking at the contents.

Once they'd left the plane, they walked down to the baggage claim together (just for convenience, obviously), and he helped them get their bags off the conveyer belt, though Caroline insisted she could do it herself.

He froze when Julia hugged him goodbye. "Sorry. She's a hugger," Caroline said quickly. "Julia, you have to ask people before you hug them."

"It's all right, love. Really," he said to Caroline, and she pursed her lips, though she was clearly fighting down a smile.

"It was nice to meet you," she said awkwardly, balancing her suitcase against her leg so that she could shake his hand.

"Pleasure to meet you, Caroline," he said, impulsively bringing her knuckles to his lips, and she blushed.

"We'd better go," she said quickly, grabbing her suitcase again and practically herding her daughter out to the car.

XXX

[Unknown Number]: This is Caroline. Thank you for your help with Julia on the plane the other day.

[Klaus Mikaelson]: You're welcome. She really is quite charming.

[Caroline]: Still, thanks.

[Klaus Mikaelson]: Would you like to go out to dinner this weekend? Julia hinted to me that you'd be free.

[Caroline]: I really need to talk to her about boundaries with strangers. I'm sorry. She must have talked your ear off.

[Klaus Mikaelson]: I'm glad she told me, because otherwise I wouldn't have known you were single.

[Klaus Mikaelson]: You are single, correct?

[Caroline]: Yes, I'm single.

[Klaus Mikaelson]: So, dinner? Perhaps this week?

[Caroline]: Sure. I can meet you on Friday?

[Caroline]: I'll be in town anyway. My interview's at three.

[Klaus Mikaelson]: I know.

[Caroline]: Of course you do…

[Klaus Mikaelson]: Friday it is, then. I'll meet downstairs?

[Caroline]: Don't you work late?

[Klaus Mikaelson]: For you, I think I can let myself go a bit early.

[Klaus Mikaelson]: I'm looking forward to it.

[Caroline]: Seriously? Nice pick-up line. Good effort.

[Caroline]: And me too. :)

Not sure if your still on a blowjob hiatus (if so feel free to ignore!) but I came across an 'underwater blowjob' tag on Ao3 and I thought of you. I'm thinking Caroline works as a mermaid at one of those weird theme restaurants? And Klaus is intrigued by the possibilities. But I'm sure you could think of something better! Love your stuff. :)

When she applied for this job, she'd thought that the most annoying thing would be men staring at her breasts, but it turned out that that particular problem was overshadowed by how fucking itchy this tail was, and how sweaty it made her legs when she wore it.

Caroline tried not to shift uncomfortably on the rock at the edge of the pool where she was stationed, a smile still fixed on her face as she splashed her tail in the water, smiling invitingly.

Her smile turned genuine when Klaus, her manager and more-on-than-off boyfriend, caught her eye and winked. She bit her lip and sent him a seductive smile before biting her lip and stretching, arching her back slightly to emphasize her breasts, which were encased in a rather unnecessarily padded pink bikini top.

He ran his hand through his hair, looking away, one of his tells that he was more affected by her performance than he was letting on.

The drawback of this was, of course, the group of teenage boys that immediately descended on her, greedy eyes fixed on various parts of her torso (but none on her face).

"Hey," one of them said.

"Hi," she said, smiling.

"Can we get a picture?"

"Yeah, of course!"

They gathered around the rock, Klaus appearing out of seemingly nowhere to hover near them in case any of the boys broke the "no touching the girls" rule. Once they wandered off back to their table, he walked up and bent to mutter that the show would start in five, his touch lingering on her arm for just a bit longer than was probably professionally appropriate.

Soon enough the lights dimmed slightly and the music started. Caroline had by now perfected the art of positioning her feet just right on the edge of the pool to be able to push off and dive into the pool.

She and the other girls that worked as the mermaids did their routine before swimming through the tunnel leading out of the main pool to the exit in the dressing room.

Caroline took a deep breath as her head broke water, hoisting herself out of the pool exit in the dressing room, sitting on the edge to wriggle out of her tail. She sighed as she stood up, a bit uneven on her feet before gaining her balance back, and walked to rinse off in one of the shower cubicles before getting dressed in her robe and sitting in the dressing chair to let Rebekah blow dry her hair. "Only one more to go, right?" Caroline asked, sighing in contentment as her hair dried back into its natural waves.

"Yes. You have fifteen minutes before you go out again since you didn't take your break earlier. You hungry?"

"I'm eating with Klaus later."

"I'll bet you are," Katherine said from next to her, smirking.

"Oh, shush."

"I just speak the truth."

"Well, I don't care what you do. Just be back in fifteen minutes," Rebekah interrupted, clearly not interested in hearing about Caroline's sex life with her brother.

The first few minutes of her break passed in a flurry of quick texts with Bonnie, who was off that night, before she got a message from Klaus (who'd apparently texted her in a spare moment).

Looking forward to closing time, sweetheart?

She smirked as she looked down at the brightly-lit screen. It's always nice to finally get off.

Do I detect a double-entendre?

Maybe. I definitely intend on getting you off tonight, at least ;)

Well I wouldn't be a gentleman if I didn't reciprocate.

Obviously! I want to talk to you, though.

Should I be worried? he texted back, and she grinned.

No. I just want to try something.

He didn't text back for at least thirty seconds, and she was about to wriggle back into her tail and sit on her rock when he finally responded.

Looking forward to whatever you're planning, love.

The next two hours passed quickly, and she sat in the dressing room in her street clothes when he entered, and she got up to peck him on the lips. "Hey."

"What's going on, love?"

"I have a serious question for you, and I need you to answer honestly," she said.

"All right. What is it?"

"Do you have a mermaid fetish?"

His lips twitched. "It depends. Are you the mermaid?"

She shot him an exasperated look. "Klaus, this is serious."

"Yes. I have a mermaid fetish. Although, I must say, seeing you in the tail brought it to new levels."

"Well, I happen to know that it's a very special day tomorrow," she said, slinging her arms around his neck and kissing him softly.

"Oh?" he asked dryly between kisses. "I'd thought you'd forgotten, honestly."

She pulled back, glaring playfully at him. "Okay, fine, so I forgot Valentine's Day that one time, but–"

"And our anniversary last year, and the year before."

"I'm not as bad as you're making me sound."

"You're worse," he said, though the affectionate look and light squeeze to her waist told her he was just teasing.

"Hey, I remembered your birthday this time, okay? Give me some credit?"

"Depends what you're going to do for it, love."

"Well, I was thinking that if you were into the whole me-as-a-mermaid thing–"

"Which I am. Very, very much so."

"Okay, cool, I got that. My point was that I was going to have Stefan make some fruity drinks-don't give me that face, you love them-and you can sip your drink and relax next to the pool."

"And what will you be doing, and what does that have to do with mermaids?" he asked, apparently a bit suspicious.

"I'll be helping you relax. Mermaids aren't really supposed to talk above water, you know. Might as well use my mouth for other things, right?"

"So is today a test run, then?" he asked hopefully, glancing at the pool, and she just smiled before kissing him softly again.

"No, I just wanted to tell you what was going to happen, since you're a weirdo who doesn't like surprises."

"I suppose I don't, that's true," he said, and she bit her lip as his eyes darkened. "However, I think there would be some benefit to trying it out, just to make sure it'll work."

"Hmm. Well, I'll take that into consideration. Right now, though, I need to know if there's anything else you want."

"The blue bikini top," he said immediately.

"Well, I don't know if it'll fit you, but–"

"You know what I meant," he said impatiently, and she grinned.

"All right. You want me to wear the blue bikini. That's completely doable. Any other requests?"

"Your mouth on me right now?" he asked, his voice cheeky but hopeful.

"Nice try," she said dryly, pulling away, though her hands still rested lightly on his chest.

He gave her a long suffering sigh and tugged her back against him. "All right, I know when I've been overruled. Would have been nice, though…"

"How about you just take me back to your place and cook me dinner after my long day of getting ogled by seventeen-year-old boys."

"You didn't seem to mind."

She gave him an exasperated look, pulling away and picking up her purse. "I don't mind when you do it."

"Duly noted. And yes, I'll cook you dinner as long as I get something in return."

"Perv."

"There is nothing perverted about wishing to spend the night cooking dinner for my lovely girlfriend and then burying my face between her thighs for dessert."

"Fair enough. I am totally on board with this plan."

XXX

"Do you want me to help you with your hair?"

"No, I think I'll stick around and swim for a bit," Caroline said, patting her face with the towel.

Rebekah gave her a knowing look but shrugged, finishing Katherine's waves and unplugging the blowdryer. "Just do me a favor and wait until I'm off the premises for you and my brother to have a birthday fuck in the pool."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Caroline said airily, and Katherine and Rebekah scoffed derisively at the same time before glaring at each other and stalking out of the changing room in opposite directions.

A moment later, there was a knock on the door, and Caroline looked up to see Klaus shutting the door behind him. "Hey," she said, smiling and letting him lean to peck her on the lips.

"Hello, love."

"Rebekah told me that we shouldn't fuck in the pool."

"Did she?" he asked, smirking. "Well, it's technically my pool and we're not exactly going to make a mess."

She laughed. "Well, we also have never actually had sex in the pool."

"Yes, I know, and I'm rather looking forward to it."

She gave him an impish smile in return and prepared to slip back inside the tunnel to the main pool. "Me too. Meet you on the other side?"

She didn't give him time to respond before she was swimming through the tunnel, taking a deep breath as she broke the surface on the other side. He walked out of the back a moment later, and she grinned as he walked over to the edge.

"No, you need to get us our drinks first," she said, hoisting herself to sit on the edge of the pool, the tail splashing against the water as she put it back in.

"Whose birthday is this supposed to be, exactly?" he asked, lips twitching as he walked to the bar where Stefan had left two glasses filled with some unidentifiable bright blue liquid.

"Yours. I'm just helping."

He laughed, bringing the glasses back and handing her one. They clinked glasses and she leaned her head on his shoulder, a patch of water building on the fabric of his shirt as her wet hair pressed against him.

They sat there contentedly for a few minutes sipping their drinks, and when they'd both finished, he squeezed her bare waist once before pressing a soft kiss to her lips and pulling away.

She eyed him hungrily as he stood and tugged his shirt off, giving her an amused look before undressing completely, his cock already half hard. She stretched as she watched, purposefully arching her back to emphasize her breasts before pushing off into the pool.

She was treading water as she watched him walk the few feet to the end of the pool, sitting on the pool steps, his hungry eyes fixed on her form as she swam over.

"This won't work if you're too far in the water for me to swim," she said chidingly, still a few yards away from him because he was in the shallow end.

"You can't get on your knees for me?" he asked, his voice thick with want as he watched the water lap at the tops of her breasts, which were barely covered by the blue bikini top.

"I don't have knees. I'm a mermaid," she said teasingly.

"I thought you weren't supposed to be talking."

She gave him an unimpressed glare. "This was going really well for you until about two seconds ago, and now it's very quickly going downhill. You know that, right?"

"Sorry, love."

She grinned and swam towards him, maneuvering herself between his legs, bending her tail so that she was, in fact, on her knees. She wrapped her hand around him and stroked him slowly, taking pleasure in the way his lips parted ever so slowly, his sharp intake of breath echoing around the room, which was silent except for the sound of the water moving around them.

She licked her lips and bent to lick around the head of his cock before wrapping her lips around him, making him groan. She felt the water against the tip of her nose as she took him further into her mouth, careful to only breathe as she bobbed up and down, gagging slightly when he hit the back of her throat.

His fingers tangled in her hair, but he didn't press down, just allowing her to take him as far in as possible, her hand wrapping around the base of him to stroke him as she sucked hard around the head.

He groaned, bucking into her mouth, making her gag hard, and mumbled an apology before groaning loudly as she scraped her teeth ever so lightly along his shaft. "Fuck, Caroline."

She hummed around him, stroking him faster, her cheeks hollowing, and he tugged lightly at her hair, making a jolt of arousal hit her core.

She moaned around him as she rubbed her thighs together, slightly glad for the light friction the tight fabric provided against her center. She heard Klaus groan again before he mumbled a warning under his breath and spilled into her mouth.

Caroline stroked him through his orgasm, flicking her tongue against the tip of him as she pulled up. He pulled her to him, causing her to give a small shriek, as he cradled her against his chest, his hands under the area of her tail where her knees were.

His lips came down on hers in a soft kiss, which grew heated quickly as he pushed his tongue into her mouth. She tangled her fingers into his curls, moaning as she felt his cock stir again under the thin fabric of her tail.

He picked her up though, and she circled her arms around his neck as he carried her across the restaurant floor to the dressing room, setting her on the bench and kneeling next to her and encouraging her to sit just on the edge of it.

He pressed a soft kiss to her hip just above the edge of the costume, and began to peel the fabric away inch by inch, following the slivers of skin with his lips as they were exposed. She watched him worship her skin with his lips as the tail was peeled away until it was just some bunched up fabric on the floor, and he helped her up and pulled her to her shower cube. The spray heated up quickly as he pushed her against the wall, his face buried in her neck as he nipped and licked at her creamy skin, his hand moving between her legs.

"You are so perfect Caroline," he said as he found her slick center, pushing two fingers inside of her.

She clenched around him as he fingerfucked her slowly, the tip of his thumb moving to press lightly against her other entrance, making her moan as she braced herself against the tile with her palms.

"Oh my god," she panted under her breath, pressing herself back against his hand.

She felt his lips curl into a smirk against her neck and she gasped as his hand moved faster, feeling the knuckles of his other hand brush against the back of her thigh as he stroked himself.

It wasn't long before she came around his fingers screaming his name as the spray of the shower beat against them.

His cock was hard in the cleft of her ass as he grabbed some body wash from the basket of her bath products for work, lathering up his hands and letting the suds run down her back before he helped wash them away.

Though she could feel his cock hot and throbbing against her skin, he patiently washed her hair and body, reaching around her to cup her breasts, tweaking her nipples lightly while he bit and licked lightly at her shoulder.

When he finally pushed inside of her she felt every inch of her skin prickle as he rested his forehead against her neck, breathing out her name while he fucked her from behind against the shower wall.

She came hard around him, her moans echoing off the walls, and mere minutes later his come was dripping down her thighs as he pulled her against his body, kissing her passionately.

"I love you," she mumbled against his lips between kisses.

"I love you too, sweetheart."

A/N: Thanks for reading! Please let me know what you thought :D
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-Angie