Abridged Summaries:
1. Caroline is very sorry, Officer. Smut.
2. Klaroline play strip Monopoly.
3. Sequel to Parent-Teacher conference in Ch. 56. Smut.

AU/AH klaus is new to MF and is a cop so he's training with Liz, Caroline seduces him, smut ensues

Based on a true story: Caroline hits a police car, and it was a TOTAL accident, okay?

Idk Bon pretty sure hes just trying to get into ur p-

Caroline swore colorfully as she hit the brakes of her car and dropped her phone on the passenger's seat, but the damage had already been done. She got out and walked around the car, praying that whatever small vehicle she'd hit when backing out of her parking space was covered by insurance.

She groaned out loud when she saw that she had, in fact, hit a police cruiser.

Please don't be my mother's police car, she begged silently, squeezing her eyes shut as she heard the driver's side open.

The driver walked around, and she cracked an eye open to see who it was.

No. Fucking. Way.

It was Hot Trainee. She had no idea what Hot Trainee's actual name was, but she felt the moniker that she and Bonnie had given him suited him well. Sandy blonde curls, blue eyes, annoyingly sexy accent…

"Well done, love," he said dryly.

...Although she had never quite decided whether the accent was worth the words that were paired with it.

"Thanks. I do try," she said under her breath as she inspected the damage (minimal; just a bit of scraped paint).

"You're Liz's daughter, right? Caroline?"

"Not on purpose."

He snorted, pulling out his phone. "Well, would you like to contact her, or shall I?"

"I guess it would be useless to ask if you could pretend it was a hit and run?" she asked hopefully.

"Are you asking me to break the law?"

She shrugged, pulling out her phone to take pictures of the damage to both cars, already figuring it was a lost cause. "Not really. I mean, unless you actually would."

"I would if I could. I'm going to need your insurance information."

Caroline grumbled to herself as she walked around to the passenger's side and fished through the glove compartment for the papers, as well as a pen and her emergency sticky notes.

"Here you go," she said, writing out her information and handing it to him.

"Thank you, sweetheart."

"My name's Caroline," she said, trying to keep the edge out of her voice.

"All right then, Caroline," he said, and she shivered at the way her name rolled off of his tongue.

He seemed to have noticed, because a small smirk was curling around his lips, and she tried to suppress the tug of attraction in her lower belly, the way she suddenly felt oddly exposed.

"Can you maybe not mention in your report that I was texting while driving?" she asked, giving him a winning smile to deflect the heat creeping under her skin.

"Oh, love, shouldn't have told me that," he said, smirking.

Oh shit, he didn't notice…

"I was joking?" she tried, giving him a sweet smile.

"Is that you resisting arrest?"

"Seriously? You're kidding, right? You can't arrest me," she snapped, the smile dropping from her face as she scowled at him.

"Actually, I can. However, I would be willing to let you off in exchange for one small favor."

She stood up slowly from the angle where she was snapping a picture of the scraped paint on her lower bumper, pretending not to notice the way his eyes lingered over the way her jeans clung to her ass. "I'm listening," she growled.

"Nothing specific as of now."

She bit her lip, her eyes narrowed. "Fine, but nothing sexual or that involves me breaking the law."

"Now, do you really think that low of me?'

"You're a police officer in Virginia," she said dryly.

"I feel as though I should take offense to that," he muttered before finishing writing down the contact information for the police department's insurance policy. "All right. I'll see you soon, Caroline."

She didn't know why the heat creeped up her cheeks at the way he said her name, the way he looked at her, but she found herself muttering a goodbye and getting in her car, pressing her palms to her cheeks hoping to cool them down.

It wasn't until she was halfway out of the parking lot that she realized that she hadn't even asked Hot Trainee for his name.

She picked up the insurance card once she'd pulled into the driveway (ignoring the fifth consecutive call from her mother, figuring that she could get yelled at later), and scanned it for Hot Trainee's name.

Niklaus Mikaelson.

She said it once, testing it out on her tongue, and found that it didn't sound all that bad.

XXX

It had been two weeks and she hadn't heard a word from Niklaus the Hot Trainee, but she had accidentally-on-purpose scheduled half of her community service shifts at the police station (her punishment for her accidental-actual-accident) to coincide with his.

It wasn't stalking. It was investigating.

She was, in fact, fairly sure that he had rescheduled the shifts she hadn't picked to coincide with hers when he had mysteriously started turning up on Mondays and Thursdays instead of Tuesdays and Fridays.

They sometimes caught each other's gaze in the halls, and sometimes he'd make small talk with her, a small smile playing on his lips while he undressed her with his eyes.

He told her to call him "Klaus" and sometimes dragged the tip of his finger along her waist as they passed in the hall, clearly enjoying how her skin would prickle into goosebumps under his touch. She gave as good as she got, casually touching him in the arm or giving him semi-secret smiles when she passed him having a conversation with another person.

Summer was almost over by the time he mentioned anything about their accident in the parking lot, and she was going back to Whitmore for her sophomore year in just over a month when he finally texted her.

I'd like to call in my favor, if that's all right love?

She texted back immediately. What is it?

I need a date.

We agreed on nothing sexual.

A friendly date. I'm required to have a plus one to the police department's yearly raffle. I believe that you organize it?

She bit her lip. Would it really be so bad to be his "friendly" plus one? The sexual tension had been almost unbearable, and if she played her cards right (and he wasn't a total douchecanoe), she might even get a quick summer fuck before being subjected to the frat boys of Whitmore. Lord knew that wouldn't exactly be the worst thing in the world.

And really, she rationalized, it's not like she didn't have to go anyway.

Yes, I do. For the record, plus ones are strongly encouraged, not required, but fine. Pick me up at four.

I look forward to it, he texted back.

She ran a hand through her hair and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. Hopefully he wouldn't mind her having to move around and make sure everything was running smoothly.

Or maybe he had a thing for her ordering people around.

Or a thing for ordering people around himself.

She felt an ache begin between her thighs just thinking about the clink of metal around her wrists while the voices from the party filtered through the closed office door, the way his hot breath would make her shiver as he whispered the filthy things he'd like to do, the ways he'd punish her for her wrongdoing…

God, she was so fucked.

XXX

All she could think as she laughed at one of the mayor's jokes was that the tension between her and Klaus, who was standing next to her with his arm in a perfectly chaste place on her waist, was going to kill her.

He had been nothing but a gentleman all night, and it was driving her crazy. He'd been sending her heated looks, the heat of his palm burning through the thin fabric of her dress, and it was all she could do not to drag him into the nearest office and either tell him to tone down the sex voice or just take her against the wall and get it over with because she had seriously not signed up for this level of sexual tension.

When the mayor finally decided to move on, Caroline hissed to Klaus to follow her, and they slipped out as discreetly as possible, weaving through the corridors to the office he shared with two other officers, both of whom were still at the party.

"What's wrong, love?"

She shivered, though she stood toe-to-toe with him, their noses only inches apart. "Nothing's wrong," she said, moving her hand to rest on his chest, and he raised an eyebrow, his hot breath landing on her lips.

"Oh?"

"Do you have your handcuffs?" she asked, her voice dropping to a seductive lilt.

"They're in the drawer of my desk. Why?"

His tone was cautious, but she could see his eyes darkening, could practically feel his need for her rolling off of him in waves.

"I've been a very bad girl, Officer."

His mouth opened and closed a few times before he swallowed audibly. "Are you certain, Caroline?"

"I don't know. I think that's up to you, isn't it? After all, you're the one who's supposed to be punishing me."

His lips crashed down on hers almost as soon as the last word was out of her mouth, his tongue pushing inside her mouth, tracing the back of her teeth. She moaned against him, her hands winding into the front of his shirt, and his hands moved to cup her ass over her dress. He pushed her towards his desk, his teeth moving to nip at her neck before he turned her to face the desk.

"Hands behind your back," he said, his voice sharp, and she obeyed, rubbing her thighs together as he walked to the desk drawer, and she heard it slide open along with the clink of metal.

Klaus set the key on the desk in front of her and arranged her hands so that she could slip out of the cuffs before fastening them around her wrists. She could hear the smirk in his voice as he spoke. "You have the right to remain silent, though I'd obviously prefer you didn't."

Caroline felt her face heat at the teasing note in his voice, the implication clear, and she moaned softly as he hiked the dress up around her hips. A sharp intake of breath escaped him when he saw the distinct lack of fabric underneath, and she smirked.

"And nothing under your dress too, love? Planned to seduce me, did you? Naughty girl…"

She spread her legs slightly, hoping to encourage him along without having to ask, but he simply trailed a finger along the inside of her thigh, so deliciously close to her center but without giving her any relief. "Klaus, please," she whispered, her head dropping as the pad of his finger brushed along her entrance.

"I thought I was 'Officer'," he said, the smugness coming through clearly.

"Please, Officer. I know that I was bad," she panted, moaning softly as he pinched her clit lightly, her legs shuddering as she tried to stay upright. "I know that I need to be punished."

He chuckled, the sound rough and lust-filled, and he bit her lightly on the neck from behind as he teased her soaking entrance with his fingers.

She squirmed against his hand as he pushed two fingers inside of her, the metal of the cuffs clinking as she moved her hands. There was heat and electricity crackling under her skin, her body flushed from his touch. She wondered how she must look, dress hiked around her waist and handcuffed while Klaus fingerfucked her from behind.

Caroline could feel the bulge of his hard cock through his jeans as he pressed himself against her for friction, groaning.

"You want my cock in you, don't you Caroline?"

She moaned in answer, nodding as she rolled her hips against his hand, seeking the friction he wasn't quite giving her.

"Perhaps that's not quite enough of a punishment then, is it?"

"Please, Officer. I'll be good."

"But it's a reward for bad behavior."

"Please," she whimpered again as he curled his fingers against her g-spot, her knees buckling as she strained against the cool metal of the cuffs, her core clenching as her release built slowly.

"What was that?"

"Please," she repeated, and she moaned at the loss of his fingers as he pulled them away before gasping softly as she heard him unbuckle his belt and free his erection from the confines of his jeans before pushing inside of her.

They both groaned softly as he filled her, her body shuddering as he grabbed her hips to support her. "Fuck, Caroline," he mumbled, and she heard him groan low in his throat.

"Move, please," she gasped out, clenching around him, her release building as he began to thrust inside of her, his movements hard and rough, and she moaned loudly as he hit her g-spot, vaguely realizing how loud she must be, but not in any state to care.

He reached to rub her clit as he fucked her, and she mumbled a stream of filthy words and desperate pleading for more before she felt his movements speed up, his cock slamming into her hard enough to make her knees buckle as she clenched her eyes shut.

"Come for me, Caroline," he growled, and she felt the arousal tighten almost painfully in her lower belly at the almost primal sound of the words, her body shuddering as she tipped over the edge, panting out his name.

She felt his movements pick up more as he fucked her through her orgasm before he came inside of her, and they were both breathing hard when he pulled back.

He pulled her dress back down around her hips and pulled her around to kiss her as he reached to re-fasten his jeans.

Caroline shrieked against his mouth as the door slammed open behind Klaus, and he jumped back, swearing colorfully.

"What is going on in here?" Liz asked exasperatedly as she began to walk in before stopping abruptly in the doorway, her eyes wide.

"Hi, Mom," Caroline said awkwardly, acutely aware that her hands were still cuffed behind her back and that Klaus's come was sticking to her inner thighs.

Liz stood there for a moment, clearly in too much shock to speak before she closed her eyes as if in pain. "I'm going to go back to the raffle and attempt to forget that I ever saw this. Please clean yourselves up, because the winners' announcement is in ten minutes. Caroline, I understand that you're an adult, but if you could be an adult somewhere other than my workplace, that would be great. I don't think I need to show you my gun collection, Klaus, but I can guarantee you that if needed, I can make your murder disappear in the mountain of paperwork. Got it?"

Both of them nodded, and Klaus grabbed the key from the desk, unlocking Caroline's cuffs as soon as the door closed behind Liz.

"That was humiliating," Caroline said, clenching her eyes shut, wishing that she could just disappear.

"Just a bit," Klaus agreed sheepishly, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "Shall we freshen up and rejoin the party, love?"

She nodded wordlessly, taking a deep breath and following him to the bathroom, the embarrassment draining out of her with every step.

Once she'd washed her face, she met him outside the bathroom doors and casually linked her fingers through his, grinning when he tightened his grip in return. "So, how do you feel about car sex?"

He smirked, looking at her through the corner of his eye. "That depends. Are you offering?"

"After the party, maybe? Or, if you take me to dinner on Thursday after our shifts you could upgrade to a bed."

"Or I could take you in the car tonight, on my desk on Thursday during break, and then in your bed after dinner?" he suggested, sending her a wicked smile.

"Sounds like a plan."

Kc + strip monopoly

"…So, as it has two houses, I believe you owe me $450. Unless, of course, you'd like to drink a cup of that swill you call beer or get rid of that lovely blouse of yours."

Caroline bit her lip as she looked down at her money. She'd successfully avoided stripping up until this point, but that was because she'd had at least five cups of beer (and she could hold her liquor pretty well, thank you). If she didn't stall for time she'd start making bad strategic choices about properties, and that was never a good thing, but she also wanted to save her money for when Klaus inevitably built his empire.

He had an incredibly frustrating way of buying an entire side (or two if he was lucky) of the board by making strategic trading choices so that you didn't see it coming until he suddenly had nine properties with hotels on them and won in three turns.

So yeah, saving money was generally a good idea.

Sighing, she peeled her blouse over her head, hoping that the pretty bra she'd chosen might at least distract him from the game. She shook her hair out as she dropped the fabric, making her breasts bounce with the movement, and when she turned back she saw Klaus staring at her with heat in his eyes. She gave him a mischievous smile and bent to slide the dice across the table to his side of the board, giving him an excellent view of her cleavage before pulling back up.

He rolled, moving the cannon token he was using five spaces and scowling as he landed on her railroad.

"That'll be $200. Or your jeans."

"Is the beer not an option?"

"I thought it was swill."

"It is," he said, grabbing two $100 bills from his paper money and giving it to her with the dice.

She rolled and picked a community chest card. "Only second place in the beauty pageant? Bullshit."

"I agree. No other woman could possibly compare," he said, his lips twitching as he handed her the $10 bill, and she scoffed.

"Flattery will get you nowhere."

"Now, love, I think we both know that's a lie."

She shrugged, tossing her hair and crossing her arms over her chest. "If you say so."

"I do," he said, throwing the dice and watching them as they landed before moving his token.

"$250," she demanded, holding out her palm.

He stood and unbuttoned his jeans instead, and she pouted as he sat down again, though she could see that he was half-hard beneath the fabric of his boxers. "You didn't even let me see. That's the whole entire fun of it, you know."

"Do you want to come investigate? I'll be happy to have you inspect me closely, preferably using your mouth."

"No. I want to win first."

"Ah, you want to win the prize, I see."

"Yes."

"What did we wager again?'

"Winner gets a spontaneous victory fuck," she said cheerfully, and he snorted into his glass of brandy.

"I don't recall agreeing to that."

"Are you saying you don't want a spontaneous victory fuck?" she asked, trying to keep a straight face.

"I'm perfectly fine with that, love. I just remember being promised something a bit more…detailed."

"Well, if you win then I guess I can try to remember. I'm just looking forward to riding your tongue tonight. Repeatedly."

She doubted he'd complain either way, but he liked winning.

Unfortunately for him, she liked winning more, and she fully intended on enjoying that lovely mouth of his that night. Maybe she'd reciprocate. Maybe.

It wouldn't be very nice of her to be a sore winner now, would it?

Klaroline leaving hickeys in secret places on one another. / Ok can u do like a parent teacher Drabble kinda like the other one u did maybe a part 2 to that one idk I just liked the smut to be honest Bye LUV YA

"Klaus…" Caroline whined as he pulled her back against his front as she tried to pick her blouse up from the floor of his bedroom. "I have to go. I'm late."

"No you're not," he mumbled against her shoulder.

"Fine, I'm not late yet, but Henrik is coming over soon, and I don't want him to see his science teacher half naked in his brother's bedroom," she said before moaning softly in spite of herself as he bent to make what must have been a large red mark on her shoulderblade.

"We have to tell him sometime," Klaus said as he kissed back up to her neck.

"I know. Not now, though. It's too soon."

"It's been nine months, love. And anyway, you're staying for Christmas and he'll definitely pop in and out during break," Klaus pointed out, and she sighed.

"I know. I'm sorry. Next weekend might be a good time, if that's okay."

"Whatever you want, love."

She smiled and turned, catching his lips with hers before pulling her blouse down over her head, straightening it carefully before starting to wriggle into her jeans and scowling as she noticed another bright red mark on her hip. "Klaus, you keep leaving marks."

"No one will see it."

"Yeah, I know, but-" she moaned as he interrupted her with a kiss, moving to rest his hands on her hips, stroking the mark with his thumb.

"And whenever you remember it's there, you'll remember the delightful things my tongue did to you, and the way you writhed under my touch," he mumbled against her lips as he pulled away.

She felt her face heat and moved out of his arms, ignoring the smirk on his face as she finger combed her hair out.

"I like knowing that there's proof of the way you screamed for me laying just under the fabric of your sensible pencil skirts."

She glanced at him in the mirror she was using to make sure that she looked presentable, his cock hard for her again, leaking precum from the tip. She bit her lip as she watched him approach her from behind again, pulling the hem of her blouse up and sinking to his knees to suck at the creamy skin of her waist. She moaned in spite of herself as his tongue darted out to drag along her hip bone, and she shivered.

"Klaus, seriously…"

"All right, love," he said, kissing up her body before letting her blouse drop back around her and pressing his lips to her neck quickly before taking her earlobe between his teeth, tugging it lightly. "He won't be here for another twenty minutes at least, you know."

She sighed as his tongue darted out to lick the shell of her ear, her body slumping against his as his erection pressed against the fabric of her jeans covering her ass. She felt her core tighten again, and she moaned softly before turning to kiss him, her hands running down his chest before she wrapped it around his cock, stroking him firmly, her thumb darting over the tip. It was her turn to nuzzle his ear, the words she spoke low and husky. "I do like it when you beg for me to finish you."

"I'm not begging," he said before groaning audibly as she scraped her teeth along his jaw, her grip on his cock tightening for a moment.

"But I won't do it for you unless you ask nicely," she teased, pressing herself against him as she continued to stroke his cock languidly, knowing she couldn't be giving him enough friction to get him close. "Would you like to come on my hand, Klaus? Watch me as I lick your come off my fingers? Or maybe you'd like to come in my mouth. Would you like to watch me on my knees for you? My palms steady on your skin so that I don't slip it in my jeans to touch myself while I take you in my mouth?"

He groaned, his head tipping against her shoulder as she moved her other hand to cup his balls, his hips jerking against her hand. "You like that?"

"Fuck, Caroline," he mumbled against her skin. "Just like that, love."

She enjoyed the way his breathing became progressively more ragged against her skin as she stroked him, his hands squeezing her hips through her jeans as his hips moved against her hand. "I'm close," he mumbled, and she began to suck and lick at a sensitive spot on his neck, and he groaned low in his throat as he came on her palm, his fingernails digging into the flesh of her ass through her jeans.

She pulled back so that their noses were inches apart and made eye contact with him as she licked her fingers slowly, moaning softly as he watched.

"Keep doing that, sweetheart, and I'm not sure I'll be able to let you leave."

She smirked as she released her last finger from her lips and went to his en suite bathroom to wash her hands while he dressed. He walked her to the front door and pressed her against it, kissing her languidly, pulling her lip between his teeth before letting go to move the shoulder fabric of her blouse and suck on her pale skin, red marks blooming in the wake of his lips. "Are we still on for tomorrow?" she asked, a bit breathless from his kisses.

"Of course."

"Really? It won't be much fun you know."

"On the contrary, love, I have been thinking about all the ways to make you moan for me while I take you on your desk after the open house is over."

She smirked, tugging at his curls. "If you say so. Okay, I really do have to go, though."

"All right. I'll see you tomorrow, sweetheart."

Caroline kissed him one last time before she let go and opened the door, grabbing her keys and getting into her car to drive home. It had been nine months, and they were somehow still in the giddy passionate stage of their relationship. If she was going to be honest with herself, she was perfectly fine with him moving not-so-subtly in the "serious relationship" direction.

She hummed along to the radio as she pulled into the driveway of her apartment building. They had agreed that she'd stay at his house over Christmas (partly because she had no desire to see her mother and partly because they were tiptoeing around the possibility of her moving in with him permanently), and she was really looking forward to it.

Unfortunately, she was also incredibly worried that Henrik wouldn't approve and the entire relationship would come crashing down around them. She knew that she loved Klaus, and he loved her, and they'd said as much, but Henrik was important to him.

She wanted so badly to get it over with, but what if it went wrong?

Caroline sighed softly as she put the car in park and got out, trying to clear her head. It wouldn't go wrong and everything would be fine. She'd just go to the open house the next day and then plan the dinner with Henrik and Klaus that weekend.

XXX

"I love you," Caroline mumbled as Klaus lifted her onto her desk and unbuttoned her shirt, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to her breasts.

"And I love you," he said against her skin before nipping it lightly making her squirm against him, her knees spreading instinctively as far as they could in the tight pencil skirt.

"I need your mouth on me," she said firmly, reaching to push his shoulders.

He obligingly dropped to his knees and pushed her skirt around her hips, so reminiscent of the first time they'd met, and she gasped as he buried his face between her thighs, his tongue moving deliciously against her pussy.

She rolled her hips against his face, swearing softly under her breath as she threw her head back, her shirt half-unbuttoned, breasts half-escaped from the delicate lace of her bra.

"God, you're so good at this," she panted out, her breathing ragged. "I love it when you tonguefuck me like this, Klaus. Your mouth feels so good on me. Yes, just like that."

He groaned against her, the filthy sounds of him lapping at her center making her clench around air. "Fingerfuck me," she ordered, her voice thick with arousal as she watched him pleasure her. "I want you to make me come, Klaus. Now."

"Yes, Miss Forbes," he said, his voice teasing, and she choked out a laugh before moaning much too loudly for a public place as he swirled his tongue around her clit.

"Fuck," she hissed, rolling her hips against his mouth. "I'm going to come, Klaus. I'm so close…"

Caroline bit her lip hard as she came, her moans mostly suppressed, and she writhed against him as he licked her pussy clean of her arousal while she came down from her high before he began to make bright red marks on the insides of her thighs.

She moaned as he nipped at the sensitive skin, gasping out his name as his tongue ran along the mark he made. "Okay, okay stop," she panted, and he withdrew immediately.

She gave him a wicked smirk and moved off the table, kissing him and running her tongue along the seam of his lips before pushing it inside, reveling in the way he gripped her hips and ground the bulge in his jeans against her thigh. "You're so hard for me, aren't you?" she whispered against his lips as she pulled back, reaching down to palm him through his jeans.

He groaned softly, bucking against her hand as his forehead fell against hers.

"Do you want me, Klaus?"

"God, yes."

She smirked, nuzzling his jaw, mumbling her words against his skin, punctuating them with light nips and licks. "How about this: You can drive me back to your place, and I'll tell you all of my filthiest fantasies about you while you do it. Maybe if you're still hard for me when we get back I might let you act one out. Or maybe I'll just tease you with my tongue until you beg me to suck your cock. I haven't decided yet."

He groaned, grinding against her thigh.

"Come on," she commanded, smiling against his jaw before running her tongue across his earlobe and pulling away, grinning as he slid an arm possessively around her waist while they walked to his car.

"You should wear a collared shirt tomorrow, by the way," she said casually as she slipped into the passenger's side, looking at him and admiring the bright red mark she'd created on his shoulder.

"Why?"

She reached and trailed her finger along the mark, making him shiver. "This."

"I don't mind it. Let them see," he said before giving her a teasing smirk. "I was coaxed into driving with the promise of dirty fantasies. Tell me everything."

She smirked and began to talk, enjoying the way he shifted in his seat, the way that she was the only one that could make him react like this. He took a few deep breaths after they pulled into the driveway, and refused her offer of taking care of him in the car, instead telling her that he'd really prefer a bed for that one fantasy she'd promised, and she laughed as he picked her up as soon as she got out of the car, throwing her over his shoulder, his arm placed carefully to keep her skirt covering her thighs.

"Oh my god, put me down, you ass."

He unlocked the door quickly with one hand, and gently kicked it shut behind them, setting Caroline back down and about to kiss her when he froze.

Henrik was standing in the doorway to the kitchen, his spoon of cereal halfway to his mouth.

"Hey, Nik," Henrik said awkwardly, his eyes still wide. "Um, and Miss Forbes."

Caroline could feel the heat creeping up her cheeks, and she clasped Klaus's hand in hers, her heart rate speeding up.

"So, she's the girlfriend you said would be over for Christmas?" Henrik asked slowly.

Klaus nodded.

"That's...um...okay, whatever. I'm going to...go do things. Bye."

Henrik walked up the stairs, and Klaus winced as he disappeared. "Don't worry, love. He'll come around."

"If you say so," she said, deflating a bit. "Should I go? Or do you still want to get dinner later?"

"Stay. We can watch a movie and then go get dinner, if you'd like."

"Okay. If you're sure?"

"Of course, love."

"I feel so bad, though. Poor Henrik."

"Don't feel too bad for him, sweetheart. I assure you that he will now take every possible opportunity to cockblock us."

"Don't be a dick," Caroline muttered, elbowing Klaus in the side and going to sink down on the couch.

Klaus turned out to be right. Henrik did come around, and he most definitely enjoyed ruining as many intimate moments between Klaus and Caroline as possible. The only exception was their wedding three years later, where he was surprisingly well-behaved.

Although really, anyone could look well-behaved as long as Kol was sitting next to them.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed these :) Let me know what you thought! More feedback means more inspiration to write more drabbles. :P
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-Angie