A/N: Abridged summaries:
1. Caroline is about to get married, but something just feels off about it.
2. Caroline is having an affair with her boss. Smut.

Me being mad about recent SC spoilers (7x02). Very rough, probably low-quality.

Caroline took a deep breath as she looked around the room, mentally cataloguing every single aspect.

She had spent months planning every single detail. She'd meticulously picked out flowers, cake, and colors. She'd auditioned over fifty different wedding bands and hired an actual orchestra to play the wedding march. There would be fifty people sitting in the small church to watch her walk down this goddamn aisle, and everything was going to be perfect.

She knew that the next two hours would fly by and she probably wouldn't remember a single detail other than the way he looked at her (because that was how it was supposed to work, right?). She'd walk down the aisle and he'd look at her like she was the most beautiful woman in the world, and choruses of angels would sing and there would be lots of crying.

Caroline's heart clenched that her mother wasn't there to see it, especially since she'd been so supportive of her and Stefan's relationship even before it bloomed into what it was. Her mother had wanted her to be with Stefan so badly, and Caroline thought about it every single day.

Every time her relationship with Stefan started to go downhill… When he started to go off the rails, or when she felt like she was disconnecting, taking too much time for herself and leaving him in the dust, she'd remember her mother's face, and she'd recommit.

Because that was the problem wasn't it. She just had to work at it. Relationships were hard work, okay? They were never easy.

Sometimes you had to get through the hard times and sit through the boring parts to get to the good stuff.

There had been a disappointing amount of 'good stuff', but it would get better. The closer they got, the more it worked, she decided.

Sometimes she felt like she was losing bits of herself, or really losing the parts she'd gained since her transition. But weren't relationships about relying on your partner? She wasn't dependent or anything, they just made compromises.

And it was a signal of her growth as a person that she let him have some of that control, right?

Right.

Caroline sighed, pulling herself out of her thoughts.

She was going to get married, and it was going to be awesome.

Bonnie was waiting for her in the dressing room, and she gave Caroline a soft smile. "How are you?"

"Nervous," Caroline said, shrugging.

Nervousness was normal. It said so in all the movies and all the books. She was committing. It was scary.

Bonnie nodded and helped her into her dress, zipping it up. "You look gorgeous."

"Thank you."

Caroline applied her make-up carefully, reassuring herself that she wouldn't cry and ruin it. She watched the clock anxiously, trying to ignore the dread welling in her stomach as one o'clock creeped up on her (because it was dread that something might go wrong, obviously).

Finally, the orchestra started, Bonnie started her walk, Caroline grabbed her bouquet (having forgone picking someone to walk her, since no one felt quite right), and followed.

Stefan was looking at her like she was the most beautiful woman in the world, and she felt like she was about to cry.

Suddenly she wasn't sure whether it was out of happiness.

She felt like the last few years were rushing at her at an unbelievable pace, the feeling of it almost bowling her over. Her mom should have been there to see her get married, because her mom wanted this, and that was important, and she knew it, really she did, but did she want this?

She wanted the wedding, she wanted the man looking at her, and why did she not feel happy right now?

There was something wrong with her. It was just nerves.

A loud bang sounded from behind her and she dropped her bouquet, turning to face the doors that had just slammed open, and she heard everyone do the same around her.

"Not even an invitation? I'm hurt, love."

Caroline was vaguely aware her mouth was moving with no sound and snapped it shut with a click.

"What are you doing here?"

"I invited myself," he said with a lazy shrug, running a hand along a pew at the back and wrinkling his nose.

"You are ruining my wedding."

"I'm aware."

"Well stop it."

He gave her a piercing look, the one that made her skin prickle and heat creep into her cheeks. "Is that what you want?"

A 'yes' was on the tip of her tongue, and she tried to force it out, but she just couldn't.

Did she love Klaus? No.

But she also didn't love Stefan.

The idea of him? Yes.

Safety, security, kindness, humanity…

Stefan filled the checkmarks on her list. He was everything she wanted when she set out to find someone that fit her criteria. She should love him. She'd gone through the last few years thinking that she did, but she knew in her heart of hearts that she never had.

Stefan was what she thought she wanted, but he wasn't what she needed.

It had been a long time since someone had made her feel as insecure in her choices as he did, and how fucking dare he, really?

And why did she let him?

Someone cleared their throat behind her and she was yanked abruptly back to the present where Klaus was looking at her, his eyes were so fucking blue and intense, and the entire church was silent, and was she really going to be a runaway bride because how cliche was that?

And as cliche as it was, she couldn't do this. She couldn't finish walking down the aisle and commit herself to a relationship that hurt more than it helped.

"Caroline?" Stefan called expectantly from behind her, and she stiffened.

Because that was what he was, wasn't it? Expectant.

"No," she choked out, and the entire room was so silent that she could hear all of the heartbeats in the room, thumping in chorus. "No. That's not what I want."

"And what do you want, Caroline?" Klaus asked, his voice soft.

"To leave."

"As you wish," he said, holding out a hand.

"Not with you."

Klaus froze, his face clouding over with rage.

"Don't follow me," she ordered, her voice cracking. "None of you. I need...I need to be alone for like, a year. Or a century. Or something."

She blushed as a total shit-eating grin spread over Klaus's face, and she realized what she'd said.

So she did the only thing she could, she threw her bouquet at his face, taking a rather silly sense of satisfaction from the way his face twisted as he spat out flower petals, and stalked past him, slamming the church doors behind her.

can you do a drabble where klaus is boss & caroline is his secretary/assistant/etc? he either needs some stress relief or he's punishing her. she wears a tight blouse, short skirt & high heels. maybe he orders her to bend over the table, flips her skirt up & spanks her. or he orders her on her knees & pulls her blouse down so he has a better view of her cleavage. / Hello, for a start I love all your drabbles including non smut and all of the ones on you fan fiction account. I have my notifications on because I love your page! and was hoping you could do a smut Drabble where klaus is a wealthy business mans and is also Caroline's boss. Thankyou, I hope you can get round to it x

Klaus groaned as soon as the phone hit the receiver. It had been the worst day he'd had in months, and it was only eleven o'clock. He'd had two conference calls that morning (both of which had been filled by incompetent idiots), and he had no desire to take the next one in half an hour.

At this point, he was almost positive that he could promote his secretary to fill in for any of the people he'd talked to all morning and she would do a much better job.

However, even if he could promote her to another opening in the company, he was selfish by nature and quite liked having her where she was.

There was a knock on his door and he called for the person to come in, knowing who it was. Sure enough, Caroline slipped in, closing the door behind her and setting another coffee on his desk (his fourth that day).

"Thank you, Caroline," he said tiredly, having given up on wondering how she always knew when he needed coffee (and sometimes something a bit stronger poured in).

"You're welcome, Mr. Mikaelson. Can I get you anything else before your conference call?"

He took in the fabric of her short wool skirt, tight around the perfect curve of her arse, the sky-high heels emphasizing her long, toned legs, and licked his lips. Her lace blouse clung to her skin, the large keyhole neckline showing off her breasts held together with a single button, and he felt his cock twitch in his trousers as he realized that she couldn't possibly be wearing a bra, or it would show. "Yes, I think so."

"What can I do for you, Mr. Mikaelson?" she asked, her voice husky and seductive.

He slid his office chair back from the desk slowly, his eyes still fixed on Caroline, who bit her lip, looking at him with darkened eyes. "Unbutton your blouse and get on your knees for me."

Her manicured nails didn't fumble as the button popped out of its fastening, and she dropped to her knees. He watched her crawl to him, her creamy breasts clearly visible from the angle, hips moving seductively as she approached before she settled on her knees in front of him.

She reached to palm him through his slacks and he caught her wrist, an eyebrow raised, trying not to smirk. "Eager, are we?"

"I thought you wanted stress relief," she said with an impish smile.

"I do, love. Touch yourself."

She spread her knees apart and trailed her fingers up her inner thighs until they disappeared under the fabric of her skirt, the hemline rising up her thighs as she moved her hands closer to her center. Her lips parted slightly as she started to rub her clit, her eyes closing, and his cock strained against the fabric of his slacks as he watched her slip two fingers inside of herself, rolling her hips.

Klaus unbuttoned his slacks, his cock almost painfully hard, and he began to stroke himself in time with the thrusts of her fingers.

"Are you wet for me, Caroline?"

She nodded, a needy whimper escaping her lips.

"Good. Stop."

Her eyes flew open as she pulled her fingers away, looking up at him through her eyelashes, eyes dark with want.

"I want you dripping for me while you suck my cock, Caroline," he said softly, enjoying the way her breath hitched when he spoke.

She nodded and he moved his hand from his cock to her hair, guiding her head to him, and he groaned deep in his throat as she took him in her mouth. She wrapped a hand around the base of him, stroking him slowly as her head bobbed along his length, sucking hard.

"You're so lovely on your knees for me, sweetheart," he said, tangling his fingers further in her hair and tugging lightly, making her moan. "I love the way you look like this, your pretty lips wrapped around my cock while you pleasure me."

She ran her tongue along the underside of him, swirling it around the head before her lips slid down to take him as far into her mouth as she could manage, gagging around him when he hit the back of her throat.

"Good girl," he muttered, his grip on her curls tightening, and he grinned as he watched her rub her thighs together, clearly desperate for friction. "You like this, don't you?"

She moaned around him in response, still stroking him with one hand, the other moving between her thighs to touch herself.

"Not yet, love. Patience. Or are you that desperate for touch? For pleasure? Is your pussy aching for me right now, love? Are you wet from this? Letting me fuck your pretty little mouth while you kneel for me in my office like a whore?"

She moved her hand to his balls, massaging them as she stroked his cock with the other, sucking hard, her cheeks hollowing.

"I think you do like it," he continued before groaning as she gagged around him again. "You must, since you're so eager to please. You love it when I fuck you, sweetheart, don't you? Or maybe you're just a power-hungry little slut, willing to spread your legs for me on the off-chance I'll reward you."

She sucked particularly hard and he laughed quietly, leaning back in his chair and gently pressing her head down, forcing her to take him further into her mouth. "Fine, perhaps not. You do sound so genuine when you beg for my cock, after all."

He could feel his balls tighten as he approached his release, and she seemed to sense it, since she swallowed around him, her hands stroking his cock and his balls in time with her lips moving up and down his shaft.

He loved the picture she made, her cheeks flushed, blouse undone, hair mussed…He felt something snap within him, and he spilled down her throat, enjoying the way she gagged around him as he fucked her mouth, groaning.

She pulled back, daintily licking her lips and standing as he tucked himself away, quickly rebuttoning her blouse.

"Is there anything else I can do for you, Mr. Mikaelson?" she asked, a bit breathless, and he caught a flash of the inside of her thigh, slick with her arousal, as she straightened her skirt.

"Sit," he said, gesturing to the desk.

She pushed the papers on the desk into a neat pile to the side and sat, spreading her legs expectantly, making him smirk.

"Are you wearing anything under your skirt, Caroline?"

"No, Mr. Mikaelson."

"Naughty," he said under his breath, standing up and enjoying the way she blushed as he advanced on her before catching her lips with his.

She moaned into the kiss, one hand tangling in his hair, the other gripping his shoulder as he moved his hand under her skirt to stroke her inner thigh, making her shiver. She broke away, lips puffy, her breathing ragged. "Touch me, please."

He smirked and plunged two fingers into her heat, and he heard her gasp as her forehead fell against his shoulder, her hips rolling to meet the thrusts of his fingers. He circled her clit with his thumb as he fingerfucked her, enjoying the way her moans grew progressively louder, and when she finally shattered, her walls clenching around his fingers, his name escaped her lips in a throaty moan.

Klaus grinned, pleased with himself, and pulled his fingers away. She caught his wrist and wrapped her lips around his fingers, sucking them clean, and when she let them go with a soft pop, his lips crashed against hers again, his cock already growing hard again.

They both froze when his cell phone began to vibrate, and he sighed, pulling away. "Pasta for lunch, please, love. Get something for yourself as well while I take this. I'm not done with you yet, and you'll need your strength."

She grinned and pecked him on the lips before pushing him away gently so that she could stand up. "Yes, Mr. Mikaelson."

He smacked her lightly on the arse as she walked away, grinning at the filthy look she shot him, though laughter was sparkling in her eyes, and reflected that his day was looking up.

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