A/N: Abridged summaries:
1. Outtake from Extra Credit (multi-chapter found in my profile).
2. Part III to the Hitman drabbles: "In This Business" (Chapter 40) and "Stay" (Chapter 49)

The scene where Caroline tells Bonnie (and other people) that she's in a relationship with Klaus in Extra Credit I have that from your FAQ side and I would love to read that!đź‘Ś

Caroline felt herself sink into Klaus's memory foam mattress as she curled into his side, her head pillowed on his chest. He ran his fingers through her hair gently, and she hummed in contentment. "That feels nice."

She liked it when he got cuddly. It usually happened when one of them had a bad day or he was feeling particularly affectionate, and she loved the warmth he surrounded her with, loved listening to his heartbeat thump in his chest as he held her.

"Caroline, I'd like to talk to you about something."

"Okay," she said, shifting to look at him. "What's going on?"

"Are you serious about this?"

"About what?" she asked, frowning.

"Us."

"Of course! I wouldn't still be here if I wasn't."

"Long term?"

"Yes."

He nodded, silent for a few moments, clearly considering how to phrase what he wanted to say. "I think that, in that case, it would be prudent to tell a few people."

Caroline stiffened. "Like who?"

"Anyone you want. We can't hide forever, sweetheart."

She bit her lip, nodding slowly. She could see why he'd want to tell people, especially if he expected to take the relationship further, and she didn't disagree, really. She just didn't know how she'd tell people. Her mother's disappointed face floated to the front of her mind first, followed closely by Bonnie.

She took a deep breath, already mentally scripting all of the conversations she'd need to have. "Okay."

"Good girl," he mumbled before capturing her lips with his, and she responded immediately, throwing a leg over his waist, moaning into his mouth as he cupped her ass, pulling her on top of him.

XXX

"So, I have something to tell you," Caroline said uncomfortably.

Her strategy with everyone was simple. She'd take them individually to a public place so that they couldn't throw a fit, and be as vague as possible. Bonnie was her first victim, and she was dreading it.

"Okay," Bonnie said slowly.

"I'm moving in with my boyfriend."

"Okay…? The mysterious one that you won't let anyone meet?"

"Yeah, so, that's the thing."

"What's the thing?"

"You've kind of already met him."

Bonnie narrowed her eyes. "What do you mean?"

"Do you remember Mr. Mikaelson? Our English teacher?"

"Oh, you're still with him?"

Caroline's mouth dropped open and she nearly dropped her coffee. "You knew?"

"You were not subtle. At all," Bonnie said, rolling her eyes. "You whined to me for hours about how you didn't get an A on your essay, and then not only did you mysteriously get one at the end of the semester, you also randomly started wearing skirts and heels every Monday and Thursday, and ditched me both days when I wanted to hang out after school and wouldn't tell me why. You also ended up with some super expensive necklace that you wouldn't take off, turned down Tyler for a date when you'd been crushing on him forever, and the way Mr. Mikaelson looked at you in class was not even close to platonic...Need I go on?"

"No," Caroline said weakly.

"Yeah, when I suggested blowing him for a better grade, I didn't actually mean it."

"Too bad?" Caroline joked with a winning smile.

Bonnie snorted. "Yeah. Okay."

"It turned out okay."

"And was also illegal, immoral, and kind of awesome. He's pretty hot. I mean, not that it's my business or anything," Bonnie said, sipping her green tea and smirking.

"Very funny."

"Just saying…"

Caroline huffed, rolling her eyes.

"So, question."

"Answer."

"Is he good?"

Caroline narrowed her eyes. "That is none of your business. But yes."

"Knew it!"

Caroline scoffed.

"Another question."

"Yeah?"

"How are you going to tell your mom?"

Caroline winced. "In public accompanied by chocolate?"

Bonnie gave her a pitying look. "You should probably tell Mr. Mikaelson to get a bulletproof vest."

"You can call him Klaus. We're out of school."

"That's weird, but okay."

Caroline shrugged. "Well, I mean, you'll kind of have to get used to it. It'll be awkward if you call him Mr. Mikaelson at birthday parties."

XXX

"You know, honey, I'm starting to get concerned. I've never met this mysterious boyfriend, and now you're moving in with him."

Caroline winced. Now that she was at a restaurant with her mom and the dread was seriously building in her stomach, she wondered if she could get away with just never telling her.

Probably not.

"I'm sure you'll meet him eventually."

"You still haven't told me anything about him."

Caroline let out a sharp breath. "Okay. Well, I'm kind of...I mean...So…"

Her mom raised an eyebrow and Caroline bit her lip.

"He was kind of my English teacher."

"Like your TA in your mandatory English class in freshman year?"

"No. Like, Klaus Mikaelson."

"Your high school English teacher?" Liz asked, looking somewhere between horrified and disbelieving. "You're dating your high school English teacher?"

"Yeah."

"How long?"

"Um…"

"How long, Caroline?"

"Since mid-October?"

Liz relaxed. "Of this year, you mean?"

"No. Of senior year."

Liz was silent for a full minute, and Caroline grew more and more nervous the longer it took for her mom to talk.

"Mom?"

"Give me a minute. I'm processing."

"Okay," Caroline said quietly, taking a bite of her salmon.

"I'm not going to lie, I'm angry," Liz said after another minute or so. "Not at you. I'm just...He took advantage of you, and that's not okay. He was older and he should have known better."

"I kind of came onto him."

"It doesn't matter, Caroline. He should have pushed you away or told you no. He's not a slave to his impulses, and this was completely his fault."

"Mom, we're in a relationship. I'm happy. It's not his 'fault'."

Liz pinned her with a piercing look, and Caroline crossed her arms, holding her mother's gaze.

"When do I get to meet him, Caroline?"

"It depends, are you going to shoot him?"

"I'll just ask him a few questions."

"That wasn't a no."

"Well, it depends on how he answers them."

Caroline shifted uncomfortably, twisting her napkin in her hands. "Right. Okay."

"I just want what's best for you, Caroline."

"Me too," Caroline mumbled. "Klaus is what's best for me, though."

"Are you sure about that? Really sure?"

Caroline took a deep breath and met her mother's gaze, her chin jutting out stubbornly. "Yes."

Part III to hitman drabbles (Chapter 40 and Chapter 49).

"Just kill me already."

"As much as I would love to, I'm afraid I have a pressing engagement. My wife does enjoy her schedules after all, and I'm going to have enough trouble making my apology believable anyway that I'd rather not exacerbate the problem. Women, you know?"

"Never took you as the marrying type."

"It's funny, no one ever seems to. Can't imagine why. She seems to think I'm quite likable, but different strokes I suppose. Regardless, I've wasted too much time already. If you could do me a favor and not bleed out before I return, I would be most appreciative."

"Wait, you're just going to leave me here?"

Klaus flipped the knife closed without answering and walked out of the reinforced door, ignoring the man's screams of desperation as he shut it behind him. After locking it securely, he walked up the stairs of the hideout and climbing out of the trap door, clicking it shut behind him.

He started his motorcycle and sped down the highway, mindful of all the places the policemen generally stayed hidden on the side, ready to pull people over, but otherwise speeding. He was late.

Very, very late.

He unlocked the front door of this week's safe house, and froze when he saw Caroline leaning against the wall, her arms crossed, eyes icy.

"Klaus," she greeted, her voice sickly sweet enough that he knew that he was in deep, deep trouble.

"Hello, love."

"How was your day?" she asked, taking a few steps towards him, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor.

"Just another day at the office," he said dryly, unable to resist the opening she'd given him.

She did not have the same appreciation however, as was proven by the way her eyes flashed in fury, and he tried to remember why he'd semi-married (they'd never had an actual wedding, but as far as he was concerned, they were about as committed as it was possible to be) a woman who knew sixty different ways to murder someone using conventional household objects.

"Good to know."

"I'm sorry I'm late, love. I lost track of time."

"Seriously? You lost track of time? We had reservations, Klaus."

He resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "Caroline–"

"When was the last time we had a real date? One where we didn't pretend murder was romantic or it got cut off by some emergency?"

He frowned, trying to remember, and she gave him a few seconds before nodding, crossing her arms.

"Yes, I suppose that it's been awhile, hasn't it? I'm sorry, sweetheart."

"I just don't get it. You were the one who wanted the romance and the sweetness and the relationship, and now that I'm invested you seem like you're pulling out of it."

"Don't pretend that you weren't invested in the first place, love. We both know that's not the case."

"That's not what I meant," she snapped. "I just knew this would happen. I knew that if I gave in and we started this...this thing that eventually you'd get tired of the stagnation and the domesticity, and you'd start taking me for granted."

"I don't take you for granted, love," he said immediately, though as the past few weeks ran through his brain, he realized that he sort of had.

He'd gotten so used to her in the bed beside him at night and eating cereal with him in the morning before they went out for their respective activities, that he hadn't thought about how it felt to be alone for awhile. He didn't remember the last time he'd arranged something romantic for her (the way he had before she'd even admitted that she felt something for him), or the last time he'd taken her somewhere for fun rather than because one of them had a job there.

"Oh, really? Because when's the last time you told me you loved me? The last time you just held me without initiating sex?"

"I do love you, Caroline. You mean the world to me."

"It doesn't count if I tell you to say it," she said frustratedly, and he couldn't help the twitch of his lips at the sheer ridiculousness of what she'd said. "This is not funny," she snapped, her ever-perceptive gaze pinned on his face.

"I know, I'm sorry. It just baffles me how you could live a single second unsure of my love for you," he said, taking a step closer to her.

She closed her eyes as he cupped her cheek, and he saw her swallow, saw the tears start building in her eyelashes even as she leaned into his touch. "I miss you so much. I miss the way you touch me, the way you look at me. I feel like we never talk anymore."

He wiped a tear away with his thumb and bent slightly to rest his forehead against hers, pressing his hand lightly to the small of her back and pulling her closer to him, her arms moving around his neck almost automatically, her fingers playing with his hair, rubbing the curls at the nape of his neck between her fingers. Her breath was hot on his skin, and he felt a knot build in his chest.

"Let's go get dinner, and then I'll plead forgiveness when we get home."

"It's been an hour. They probably gave away our table," she said, still sniffling slightly.

"If they have, which I highly doubt, we'll come home and I'll cook."

"They'd better have a table, then. I didn't get this far in life to die from food poisoning."

"Very funny, love."

She gave him a small smile and he kissed her lightly. She responded, her fingers tightening in his curls as she pressed herself to him. Their lips moved desperately as he drank her in, and he moved his hand from her cheek to her waist, squeezing lightly, his thumb making small circles on the strip of skin peeking out from the cutout dress.

She pulled away for breath, and he felt their lips brush together as he spoke.

"I love you."

"I love you too," she said before pressing another soft kiss to his lips and disentangling herself, turning to grab her purse from the coffee table a few yards away.

She was uncharacteristically dressed up. He'd seen pictures of her from high school where she favored brightly-colored sundresses and wedges, but when she'd entered their career she moved to dark jeans and comfortable blouses (though she'd definitely borrowed one of his dark henleys a time or two).

Now though, she was in a stunning wine colored dress that clung to her curves, large patches of skin showing through the cut-outs on her waist, her high heels making her legs look longer and leaner, and he swallowed as he took in the way it clung to her arse.

"You are stunning."

She smiled as she turned around. "Thank you. It was fun to get to dress up for once. I'm so sick of combat boots."

"You look beautiful in anything you wear."

She scoffed, rolling her eyes, but there was a smile playing around her lips, and he took her hand as they walked out, locking the door behind them and walking to her car.

He opened the passenger door for her, and she slipped in, opening her purse while he walked around and checking her reflection to make sure her tears hadn't ruined her make-up. "I don't have my ID, just so you know. No wine for me."

He smiled slightly, putting the car in reverse and backing out of their driveway. "That's fine. What I'm going to do to you when we get home will be much more memorable if you're completely sober."

She hummed in agreement, turning to look out the window, and he couldn't help but sneak glances at her out of the corner of his eye.

"What?"

"Nothing, love."

"Okay."

They drove in a comfortable silence, and when he walked into the restaurant they had reservations at, the man at the podium gave them a polite smile. "Good evening."

"Hi. We had reservations at six."

"Name?"

"Mikaelson."

The man nodded and pulled away, taking two menus and a wine list and leading them to their table and left.

"This is nice," Caroline said, looking around.

"Of course it is; you picked it."

"Yeah, but I haven't been here before. I didn't go out much before we got together."

"That makes sense, I suppose?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" she teased.

"It took me quite a while to wear you down, and you actually fancied me. I can't imagine what it would be like for anyone else that you didn't like."

"Who says I didn't like anyone else before you?"

He laughed. "I'm sure you did. However, I doubt they ever came to your safe house."

"True," she said, nodding. "I also just never had anyone I liked enough to let them take me out. Even in high school I only dated one or two people, and then college I was mostly focused on my classes."

"Are you ever going to tell me where you went?"

She gave him a chastising look. "Are you ever going to tell me where you grew up?"

"It's easy enough to find out. There are lots of Mikaelsons, I suppose, but easy to find me if you know my siblings' names, and Niklaus isn't exactly common."

She frowned. "I guess. But my college is easy to find too. You know the general area and my degree."

He raised an eyebrow, taking a sip of his water. "Caroline's quite a common name, love. I'd have to have your last name."

She froze.

In the business they were in, names were power. Names let you find people's histories, their family and friends. Weaknesses. Klaus wasn't particularly fussed about people finding his because his siblings could all handle themselves. Kol, in particular, was a bit sadistic when someone came after him because of Klaus's notoriety as a cold-blooded monster.

Caroline, however, had people that she loved. He knew that they all thought she was dead or missing, and she had no intention of revealing herself anytime soon.

She didn't trust anyone with the information, not even him, and it had been a point of contention between them since before they'd even got together.

"My last name is Mikaelson," she said delicately, holding up her hand where the beautiful ring he'd gotten her shone in the candlelight.

"You weren't back then."

"But I am now. The past doesn't matter, Klaus. I'm here with you. You are my now. I don't need to talk about things that happened years ago."

"If you say so, love."

Caroline shifted uncomfortably, relaxing a bit when a waiter came to take their orders, and a bit clumsily changing the subject when he left. Klaus decided to let her escape for the moment, instead happily conversing with her.

He'd missed her light teasing and affectionate, almost absent-minded, touches. The way she looked at him made warmth bloom in his chest, and her laugh was addictive. He let her eat half of his dessert after she'd finished hers, wiping the frosting off of her nose and licking it from his finger, making her eyes darken.

Caroline signaled for the check and put her card in, and he couldn't help but smirk when she signed it as 'Caroline Mikaelson' at the bottom.

"Stop looking so pleased with yourself," she said teasingly as she stood up, grabbing her coat and purse.

They teased each other and bickered on the way home, as usual, and when they entered the house, Klaus immediately pulled her to him and pressed her against the inside of the front door, his hands on her hips.

He dropped kisses on her cheeks and her neck, moving down to her shoulder and then the curve of her breasts. "I love you," he mumbled with every press of his lips against her skin, and she moaned when he pushed the fabric aside to take a nipple in his mouth, tugging it lightly with his teeth.

"I love you too," she panted out as he knelt before her, pushing the fabric of her dress around her hips and pulling the fabric of her thong around her knees, kissing the insides of her thighs. He was hard already, his cock straining uncomfortably against his jeans, and he freed his erection and stroked himself as he watched her bend to pull her thong off completely.

He moved so that she could lean against the wall, her legs over his shoulders, cupping her arse in his hands to support her as he ran his tongue along her slit, moaning at her taste. He heard the soft thump of her head falling against the door as she spread her knees apart, her heels digging into his back as she tugged at his hair. "Oh my god, Klaus…" she gasped out, her breathing ragged as he flicked his tongue against her clit. "Stop, stop."

He immediately pulled away. "Everything all right, sweetheart?"

She nodded, carefully pulling her legs away and toeing off her heels before clumsily moving to the floor, laying back, her curls tumbling around her.

"Okay, mouth back on me," she ordered, and he smirked before bending and running his tongue along her entrance, pushing her legs apart with his palms so that she was spread completely before him before he lost himself in her, groaning against her skin as she tugged at his hair, writhing underneath him.

"Fuck, Klaus. Oh my god...That feels so good," she panted. "I love it when you lick my pussy like that. You look so good with your face between my thighs while you tonguefuck me."

He was almost painfully hard, his cock throbbing from the way she spoke, her voice husky and breathless as she murmured the filthiest things to him while he pleasured her.

"Touch yourself, Klaus. I want to know you're stroking your cock while you do this. God, fuck, do that again," she hissed as he sucked her clit lightly before swirling his tongue around it.

He obeyed, smiling against her as she writhed beneath him, rolling her hips against his face as she tugged harshly at his hair, making him groan.

He reached to stroke himself as she'd asked, his movements lazy in hopes she'd let him bury himself in her. Caroline's movements were becoming more erratic and harsh as she approached her peak, and she let out a string of curses as she came, rubbing herself against his face.

Klaus moved on top of her, reaching to cradle her head in his hand as he pushed her dress further up her hips and positioned himself at her entrance. Her face was flushed, her eyes bright, and he couldn't help but wonder how he managed to get her to fall in love with him.

She was so beautiful when she arched her back, her pebbled nipples obvious through the thin fabric of her dress, and the face she made as he pushed inside of her, the way she bit her lip and her eyes clouded with lust and desire, made him even more desperate for her.

She was so wet for him, so hot and tight, and he bent to kiss her as he moved inside of her, enjoying the way she moaned into his mouth, her tongue moving perfectly against his.

Caroline's legs wrapped around his waist as she arched her back further, moaning his name over and over as he kissed her neck again, leaving large, red marks on her pale skin. She rolled her hips against him as she approached her second orgasm, and he reached down to rub her clit, needing to feel her clench around him, wanting to hear her scream for him.

When she finally crashed over the edge, her fingernails digging into his back through his shirt, he fucked her faster, chasing his own release before spilling inside of her.

He collapsed on top of her, burying his face in her neck, and she sighed softly as she settled against his palm, still cupped behind her head to protect her from banging it against the hardwood floor, neither of them ready to move.

Her breathing was slowly growing more even, and she absently played with his curls as her chest rose and fell.

He was just about to suggest that they move back to their bed when she spoke.

"Forbes."

"What?"

"My name was Caroline Forbes," she said quietly. "I grew up in Mystic Falls, Virginia. Small town. I went to NYU to get out of there. The small town life wasn't enough for me. I needed cities and adventure… Anyway, I got caught up with the wrong people, one thing led to another, I met you…"

"And here you are."

"And here I am," she agreed. "With you."

"I love you, Caroline Forbes."

She scoffed, tugging his head up to meet his lips with hers. "I thought I was Caroline Mikaelson now."

"I like the sound of that."

"You always liked the sound of that."

A/N: I hope you enjoyed them! Please, please review :)
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-Angie