Abridged summaries:
1. Caroline hears some commotion in the back of a bar. Klaus is causing the commotion. Enzo is very confused as to how they know each other.
2. Sequel to Ruffled Feathers (Ch54). Smut
3. During the events of 5x11, Caroline asks Klaus why he revealed his identity to her when he was in Tyler's body.
4. Caroline's never given a blowjob before, but her boyfriend Klaus is perfectly willing to talk her through it. Smut.

I love your klaroline drabbles, and I may be obsessed with your writing. Okay so Carenzo brotp are in a random bar, he doesn't know C's past with K but has heard of K. K is killing the owner and C is the only one who can calm him. E is surprised. đź’“

"I think you've had enough, gorgeous."

"Nope. Not drunk yet," she said, knocking back another shot and ignoring Enzo's eyeroll.

"You do know that the Bennett witch will not come back no matter how many vodkas you drink, correct?"

"Thank you. Had no idea," Caroline said dryly before gesturing for another shot from the bartender.

Before the girl could pour it, there was a loud scream from the back, and Caroline jumped off the bar stool to investigate.

"Why are you going in there?"

"Someone's hurt, Enzo."

"Yes, so why are you going towards the threat rather than out the door?"

Caroline ignored him and kept walking, knowing that he was following behind her, and when she went through the door marked 'Employees Only', she was caught between surprise and exasperation. "Seriously?"

A flicker of surprise flew across Klaus's face before he dropped the human, who had a cut spilling blood running down his arm, to the floor and grabbed a nearby rag, wiping off his hands. "Hello, love."

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Caroline, that's Klaus Mikaelson," Enzo hissed.

Caroline ignored him and put her hands on her hips, glaring at Klaus. "What's going on?"

"I don't think that's your concern."

"Of course it's my concern. You're torturing him."

"He crossed me, so he dies. That's the way it works," Klaus said calmly.

"No it isn't," Caroline said exasperatedly. "What did he do, fix your strawberry daiquiri wrong?"

"You need to stop, gorgeous. He's dangerous," Enzo whispered.

Caroline scoffed, and Klaus raised an eyebrow. "Gorgeous?"

She shrugged. "British people have a thing for petnames, apparently. I don't question it anymore."

"Petnames?"

"Oh relax. We're just friends, not that it's any of your business."

"Of course it's my business, sweetheart."

"Sweetheart?" Enzo asked incredulously, his lip curling. "D'you know each other?"

"Bit slow, this one, isn't he?"

"Be nice."

"Certainly an upgrade from the Ripper, I suppose," Klaus mused, and Caroline pinched the bridge of her nose.

"That we can agree on," Enzo muttered.

"Look, we can discuss my choice of companions later. Why are you set on killing this guy?"

"Tried to kill me."

"Doesn't everyone?" Caroline grumbled, walking over to the man and feeling for a pulse before biting her wrist and shoving it against the man's lips.

"No. In fact, most people know better than to come within a mile of me, as your little friend indicated."

"His name is Enzo," Caroline said, checking if the man was healed before standing up and straightening her skirt.

"Where are you staying?" Klaus asked.

"None of your business."

"I should think it is, seeing as you intervened on what was going to be a perfectly productive interrogation. I believe you should owe me something."

"For stopping you committing murder? No."

"All right, perhaps you'd like to catch up, then? Over dinner?" he offered, taking a few steps toward her and laying a hand on her upper arm, his thumb sneaking under the strap of her dress to rub circles against her skin.

She shivered, her teeth sinking into her lower lip as she looked at him, considering. "Fine. One dinner."

He smirked. "Shall I pick you up at your hotel tonight? One of my favorite places around here is just down the street. We can walk."

"I thought you didn't know where I was staying."

He gave her a smile that was all teeth, and she felt as though he was undressing her with his eyes, remembering every inch of skin he'd explored in the woods. "I knew where you were the moment you stepped across state lines, love."

"That's not creepy," Enzo muttered, breaking the moment.

Klaus bared his teeth at Enzo, and Caroline sighed, reaching to rest a hand on his chest, making him turn back to her. "Six o'clock in the lobby. The only thing you're buying me is dinner, got it? I don't want to go back to the hotel and see a dress on my bed."

"Understood," he said, smirking.

Impulsively, she stood on her toes to kiss him lightly on the cheek before turning to leave, and was completely unsurprised when he grabbed her wrist, pulling her back against him and pressing his lips to hers.

She moaned into his mouth, her hands moving to tangle in his hair as he ran his tongue along her lip possessively, his hands gripping tightly at her hips.

Enzo coughed pointedly from beside them, and Caroline felt her face flush as she awkwardly disentangled herself, ignoring Klaus's pleased smirk. "Six o'clock," she repeated before leaving, pretending that the extra sway to her hips wasn't at all on purpose.

Hi! I'm sorry, I am either too stupid to find the place where I can enter my drabble prompt, or you can only do this if you have a tumblr. account (which I don't). So I'll just write it down here: I'd really love a prequel of the "who-makes-Elijah-lose-his-composure-first-drabble" where you explain why Klaus doesn't want to have anal sex, because you really had me hooked (like you always do), asking myself what his reasons for it are. Smut would be nice. You are the best by the way. :)

Your last drabble about who could tick off Elijah first was amazing ! And funny! I loved that Caroline won, and also curious about why klaus refused to do anal sex with Caroline. I was hoping you could write a continuing drabble about Caroline and Klaus first anal sex and why it was a wolf thing/ instinct. Mate!/ dominant claim thing I was thinking! Think about it! And I love your drabble!

"I won," Caroline said happily, walking fully dressed into the bedroom and squeezing the water out of her hair into her towel.

"I know, love."

"So, about that favor," she started, dropping the towel in the hamper and trailing off when she saw him smirk. "What?"

"Nothing, love."

"I can have anything, right?"

He stood from the bed and grabbed her wrist, pressing his lips lightly to her palm. "I'll give you anything you want, sweetheart."

"Anal sex," she said promptly, making purposeful eye contact with a straight face.

His facial expression didn't change, but she saw him stiffen just a small amount. "Not that I'm complaining about your wish to experiment, because I do generally enjoy it, but I don't think that's a good idea."

"Why not? I mean, you could say that you don't want to because it doesn't appeal to you, and that's fine, and I won't ask again. The thing is, every time I've brought it up you've said something about wolf instincts or that it would be uncomfortable. I want you to tell me what the problem is, Klaus," she said gently, stepping closer to him and gently tugging her wrist out of his grip to rest her palms on his shoulders.

His hands seemed to automatically rest on her hips, and he sighed, frowning. "I don't know if you'd understand, love."

"Excuse me?" she asked, frowning, and his grip on her tightened as though he knew she was going to pull away.

"Werewolves have mates," he said.

"Okay, I'm following you so far," she said dryly.

He pinned her with an exasperated look before sighing. "I know that there's lots of mythology about soulmates, but as far as I know it's incorrect. Mating isn't fate. It's a very personal, very purposeful action. It's about love and commitment."

"Okay, and?" she asked, an eyebrow raised.

They were about as committed as it was possible to be, really. She wasn't quite sure what his problem was.

He shifted slightly, and he almost looked embarrassed.

"I love you, Caroline. I'm almost positive I'll love you for as long as I live."

"I love you too," she said impatiently, confused as to where this was going.

"But do you?" he asked quietly.

"I don't understand."

He sighed. "You're so very young, love. How are you to know if you'll want me for eternity, just as I want you?"

"Do you mean that mating is like...marriage or something?"

He shrugged. "Not so much marriage as commitment."

"Marriage is a commitment."

He huffed. "And also very human. Mating is…" he seemed to struggle for words, and Caroline frowned.

"What, does it feel weird or something?"

"I wouldn't exactly know, would I?"

She blinked, a bit surprise. "Wait, you've never–"

"Not since I released my wolf side, no," he said stiffly. "I had sex, of course, but not mating sex."

He was so matter of fact about it that she couldn't help but roll her eyes. "Yeah, well, I just don't get what the big deal is. If it's a choice, then why does it have to happen? And why anal sex? That also makes absolutely zero sense."

He snorted, his thumbs now making absent-minded circles on the strip of skin between the hem of her shirt and the waistband of her jeans. He was frowning slightly, as though trying to choose his words carefully.

"It's very primal," he said slowly. "It cannot cause pregnancy in fertile women. In other words, there is no practical reason for the act other than just the pleasure of it. As for the aspect of choice...As I said, it's a commitment. You cannot force yourself to commit. You have to feel it. I suppose that, in a way, it's not a choice."

"Well, what are you so afraid of, then? I wouldn't exactly say you have commitment issues. You waited for me."

"I'm not afraid," he said immediately, though the stiffening of his body under her palms said otherwise.

She bit her lip, frowning, before it all clicked.

"You're not afraid that we'll mate, Klaus, are you? You're afraid that we won't."

He stared at her, his expression blank, lips pressed together, and she almost felt the absurd urge to laugh.

"You think I don't love you enough, is that it? You think that we'll do this and it won't work, and you think I'll leave," she said, speaking more quickly as she went on, her voice laced with anger. "Newsflash, Klaus. I chose you. I came here to be with you. You always put me first and believed in me. Why do you have so much trouble believing that I could be in love with you? That I could put you first?"

"I–"

"Yes, there are things you do that I'm not super fond of. I hate it when you don't hang up your towels, and I know that you think it's stupid when I get mad at you for forgetting to close the microwave door, or not at least making an effort to keep hydrogen peroxide in the drug cabinet so that we don't have to order new shirts for you all the time. But the thing is that everyone has things that bother them about the people they love, okay?"

"Caroline–"

"You one of the most important people in my life. I've been with you for a decade, and I know that isn't a long time for you, but it is for me, and I love you, Klaus. I really, really do."

"Sweetheart–"

"So, if all you're afraid of is me not loving you enough, that's ridiculous, okay?" she finished, looking at him with wide, imploring eyes.

He nodded, stroking her sides before resting his forehead against hers. "Fair enough."

"And you know, if we don't end up mated the first time, we can just do it again, and again, and again…"

He scoffed again, and she kissed him, sucking on his lower lip causing him to groan softly, his fingernails digging into her hips. She moaned loudly against him and moved to unbuckle his belt, tugging it away before breaking away to tug his shirt over his head, his palms returning to her hips as the fabric fell to the floor. He slipped his hands under her blouse to press against her lower back. She smiled as she broke away slightly, breathing raggedly, gripping the hem of her top and pulling it over her head before unhooking her bra and shrugging it off, gasping as he pinched her nipples, her eyes shutting as her head fell back.

She felt the familiar ache building between her thighs as he unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them to the ground along with her thong, gripping her ass to pick her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist.

She rolled her hips against the rough fabric of his jeans, moaning at the friction, her hands tangling in his hair. He dropped her on the bed and she watched him undress completely before climbing in bed with her, his mouth fusing to hers. She felt him hard against her inner thigh, and she reached down to wrap her hand around him, enjoying the way he groaned into her mouth.

Caroline broke away and wriggled out from under him before turning on her hands and knees. Her enhanced hearing caught his audible swallow, and she shivered as he ran a fingertip down the flesh of her ass, making her squeak when he pinched it lightly.

"Klaus…"

"Sorry, love," he said, though she could hear the smile in his voice, and she felt the mattress move as he stepped away, opening the drawer of side table. She closed her eyes as she felt his finger press against her back entrance, coated with lube, and she moaned as he carefully pushed it in, adding another after she'd adjusted.

"That feels good," she said, her breath catching as he pressed open-mouthed kisses to her spine, darting his out to flick against the rapidly-fading marks.

She knew he was stroking himself, could hear the slickness of his hand spreading the lubricant against his skin as he continued to slowly move his fingers in and out of her, and she gasped as he pulled his fingers out, pressing the tip of his cock against her.

"Are you sure, love?"

"Yes," she gasped out as he rubbed her clit, his other hand carefully guiding himself inside of her.

She swore through gritted teeth as her body adjusted before demanding that he move, and he groaned as he did so, his hands moving to grip her hips. "You feel so good inside me, Klaus," she gasped out, her head falling forward as she dug her fingernails into the sheets.

She heard Klaus's harsh breathing behind her as he moved, their skin slapping together in rhythm. He moved to rub her clit, and she shuddered, unable to suppress the wanton moans that fell from her lips as she clawed at the sheets.

Caroline could feel his fingernails digging into her hip, the pleasurable pain of it making the coil in her lower belly feel almost unbearably tight, and she heard her own voice begging and pleading with him for more through her haze of pleasure.

His movements sped up, and she felt herself tip over the edge, her pussy clenching hard as she gasped out his name, and the only thing she could register was how full she felt, an odd warmth creeping through her veins, hot and crackling like an electric current. She felt Klaus slump against her despite the tautness of his muscles, and her whole body was thrumming with pleasure. She felt like every bit of her skin was sensitive and wanting, her whole body becoming an erogenous zone, the slickness of their skin brushing making her gasp.

Though she didn't know how, she could feel that Klaus felt the same, could feel the thrum of their shared pleasure in the air, and when they slumped against the mattress in a tangle of limbs, she let out a sharp breath as her body came down from its high.

"That was…" she said breathlessly, almost unable to get the words out.

He nodded, clearly also overwhelmed with the sensation of it.

They laid there in silence for a few seconds before she spoke again. "I think it's safe to assume that we mated then, isn't it?"

He snorted, his breath hot on her skin before he pressed a kiss to her shoulder. "I'd say so, love. Yes."

Hi! I have been reading your work and you're just a really amazing writer. I hope you can make a one shot about Klaroline talking about "wrong equipment (4x01)" after 5x11. Thank you. :D

Caroline collapsed on top of Klaus after they'd come down from their respective highs, their breathing ragged. They laid there for a few moments in contentment, catching their breath and just being. His hand tangled in her hair, stroking her curls lightly, and she couldn't help but close her eyes and settle against him.

To be truthful, she'd been waiting for this for quite a long time. She was done feeling guilty for her feelings, for his interest, and she just wanted to do something for her for once.

And really, who could blame her? A thousand years did give him a lot of practice. She didn't think Tyler had ever made her come close to that hard.

She heard a choked laugh from underneath her and froze.

"Did I say that out loud?"

"Am I to assume that this was most definitely the right equipment, then, this time?"

"You're an ass," she mumbled, burying her face in his chest and trying to ignore the flush creeping up her cheeks.

He remained silent, his fingers still combing through her hair.

"Why didn't you do it?'

"Why didn't I do what?"

"I was practically throwing myself at you. I mean, not that I'm disappointed or anything. I'm glad you stopped. But why did you?"

"I didn't stop, sweetheart. You did," he said, and she huffed at his attempt to dodge the question.

"I wouldn't have if you hadn't practically told me it was you. You made the choice to tell me. Why?"

"I knew you'd figure it out when I gave you the best sex you'd ever had."

"Okay. Nice try. Let's get the truth this time."

He sighed, moving under her slightly, his hand stroking the small of her back. "I wanted you to choose me," he said simply, and when she gave him a 'well, go on' look, he continued. "I wanted you to come to me of your own free will, to desire me."

She nodded slowly, frowning. "You didn't have to tell me though. You could have just said that you were...were tired or whatever. You completely blew your cover."

"It was more important to me that you trusted me, even if only slightly, to not manipulate you or your feelings for me than it was for me to maintain cover. There were many ways that I could have accomplished my goals at that time other than the body jump spell, but if I'd had relations with you while in Tyler's body, it would have been almost impossible to gain your trust back once you'd found out what I'd done."

"That's true."

He gave her a small smile. "I know."

She rested her cheek against his chest, relishing in the way it felt to be draped over his body, the way his scent permeated her senses, the way his touch made her skin prickle…

"What time do you have to go?"

"Eager to get rid of me, love?"

"No. I just want to know how much time we have. So, you know, we can make the most of it."

"And I suppose there's no chance of convincing you that we could make the most of a lifetime in New Orleans, is there?"

"Not at the moment."

"Be careful with your wording, love. Wouldn't want to imply something we didn't mean."

"That is what I mean," she said, sitting up slightly to make eye contact, her palms braced on his chest. "f I take some time for myself and do the things I want...the human things...you might get a visitor at your door someday. You know, if you still want me."

"I'll always want you, Caroline."

"How can you say that?" she asked, more curious than irritated. "How do you know that you won't move on? Find someone else?"

He gave her a soft smile, tugging her blonde curls between his fingers. "I'll tell you that when you come to my door."

"That's not fair," she said immediately, and he just gave her a dimpled grin.

"Life's not fair, sweetheart."

She scowled, but he sat up slightly to capture her lips with his. "We have just a few short hours before nightfall, love, and there are so many fantasies I have yet to tell you of. Just trust me when I say that I will wait for you, Caroline."

"However long it takes?"

"However long it takes."

Fifteen Years Later…

Caroline was shaking.

She knew that it was silly to be nervous. Klaus had come to her college graduation (she'd thrown the deed to the car he'd bought her back in his face, but it of course the slip of paper was sitting on her pillow when she got home-the bastard), and he called her on her birthday every year.

Resting the tip of her finger against the doorbell, Caroline took a deep breath and pushed.

The door opened after just a few seconds, and Klaus was leaning against the doorway, just as infuriatingly smug and handsome as ever.

"Fancy seeing you here, love."

"I was just in the area. Thought I'd drop by," she teased, cocking her head to the side, and he gave her a dimpled smile.

"It's wonderful to see you, Caroline."

"You too. You look good."

"Thank you. You are radiant, as always."

She shook her head ruefully, readjusting the purse on her shoulder and setting the suitcase down. "Thanks."

"How long will you be staying?"

"I'm tempted to say eternity just because it sounds romantic, but let's try out the year and see how that goes."

"Fair enough," he said, a smile stretching across his face as he stood aside to let her in.

At the end of the year, she decided she'd stay for just a bit longer, and just a bit longer turned into eternity.

High school AU, klaus talks Caroline through her first bj

Caroline giggled as Klaus nipped her ear, tipping her head to give him better access when he started brushing his lips down her jaw to her neck. "My parents won't be home for about an hour."

She felt him smile against her skin. "What do you suggest we do to pass the time?"

"I don't know. Something fun."

She moaned as his hands slid under her shirt, his fingers stroking the smooth skin of her abdomen before massaging her breasts through her bra. She reached down to rub him through his jeans, enjoying the way he groaned, his forehead dropping against her shoulder.

He grabbed her hand and moved it away, flipping them over so that she was on top and letting his hands move to trace the backs of her thighs under her dress.

"I might have an idea or two," he said quietly, and she gave him a brilliant smile, bending to kiss him again.

Their lips met lazily, their kisses soft and languid as they just enjoyed the taste of each other until Caroline pulled up, her breathing slightly quickened. She stroked a hand down his chest, tracing the tattoo he'd snuck out with his best friends Stefan and Marcel to go get a few months before. His lips were slightly red and puffy from their kisses, his eyes glazed and lustful, and she smiled at him, feeling warmth build in her when he returned it.

She bit her lip, trying to work up the nerve to ask him something she'd been wondering for a while. It wasn't that she was worried he wouldn't want it. For the year and a half they'd been dating, he had never turned down anything sexual that she'd been willing to do, she was just worried she'd be bad at it. But really, how hard could it be?

"So, I've been thinking," she said, trailing off, and Klaus raised his eyebrows, his hands still stroking the backs of her thighs lightly.

"Yes?"

"Iwanttogiveyouablowjob," she said in a rush, fighting the blush threatening to stain her cheeks.

"All right…?" he half-asked, clearly confused by her embarrassment.

"Sorry, I know it's stupid, but like, I've just never done it before, and I'm worried I'll be bad at it."

"I can talk you through it," he offered, moving one of his hands to tuck a loose curl behind her ear. "Don't be nervous."

"But what if you don't like it?"

"I highly doubt that's a possibility," he said firmly, and she smiled in spite of herself.

"Okay."

They exchanged smiles again as she moved down his body, pressing a quick kiss to his tattoo and kneeling between his legs, biting her lip as she reached to stroke him through his jeans.

She watched his reactions carefully, smirking when he groaned, his eyes closing, and she unbuttoned his jeans, pulling them down with his boxers and freeing his cock, stroking it a few times, letting her thumb brush across the tip.

"That feels great, love."

"I haven't even done anything yet."

His lips twitched as he watched her, but he didn't say anything. She licked her lips and bent to flick her tongue lightly at the tip, noting the odd taste, as well as his sharp breath. She licked his shaft from bottom to top, gaining confidence after he groaned through gritted teeth and doing it again, letting her tongue swirl over the head.

"Do that again, love."

She wrapped her hand around him and gave him another lick before closing her lips around the head and sucking hard, surprised by the way his hips jerked. "That feels great, sweetheart. D'you think you can take more?"

She hummed around him as her lips moved down his length, watching him through her eyelashes to note any reactions he had. "Use your hand in time with your mouth, please."

She did, her hand sliding up and down his cock with her mouth, and she groaned more loudly. "Suck harder. Fuck, Caroline…"

Caroline moaned around him, her core beginning to ache from watching how she was making him come undone simply with her mouth, and she enjoyed how he groaned softly with every move she made, the way he seemed to lose himself in the pleasure of it.

"Yes, Caroline, suck harder. Just like that. Fuck, sweetheart. That feels so good."

She sped up her movements, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked harder, and he swore loudly when he hit the back of her throat, making her gag slightly, and she watched him grip the sheets, his teeth gritted, his eyes tightly shut.

"I'm going to come, Caroline."

She moaned around him and repeated the same movements until he spilled inside her mouth, and she swallowed it, trying not to wrinkle her nose at the taste.

"You are perfect, Caroline," he said, smiling as she crawled back up his body to rest her head on his chest.

"Yeah?"

"Definitely."

"You know how you can repay me?"

"How?" he asked, his lips twitching as he ran a finger through her hair.

"I want to come around your fingers," she said, her success making her feel a bit braver, and she gave herself a mental pat on the back at his wicked smirk before he flipped them over, nuzzling her jaw as he pushed her dress around her waist and let his fingers trail up her inner thigh, balancing himself with the other hand.

"I think I can manage that."

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