Harry Potter + KC fusion/crossover. My take on the Marriage Law trope. It has smut at the end, but if you don't want to read it you can just scroll by and read the last scene after it :)
With this drabble, I have now logged one million words on ffnet. I'm very excited ^_^
OOOH got one first try! check it: kc + harry potter au (post-hogwarts) + fluff + undercover married + friction; accidental contact + oral fixation or fetishization (lips, tongue, or whole mouth; french-kissing; licking; oral displays using food or beer bottles; smoking cigarettes, cigars, or pipes; biting or chewing one's lip(s))
"A marriage law?"
Elena shrugged helplessly as she took another shot, having been explaining her latest project for her department in the American Ministry of Magic. "It's not my fault."
"Well, I know that. But what's it about?"
She sighed, waving to the bartender for another shot. The girl gave her stack of empty shot glasses a reproachful look, clearly completely confused as to how Elena could hold this much liquor, but obligingly poured another firewhisky.
"Basically, the war has left the international magical population declining since so many people died or were imprisoned. It's not so much a marriage law as a baby-making law."
"That is the most bullshit thing I've ever–"
"Oh, it gets better," Elena interrupted. "They're picking the spouses."
"What? That's...that's inhumane."
"Don't worry, they're using a ritual that some Arithmancy nutjob developed to evaluate who would be the closest match," Elena said, her tone bordering on sarcastic as she knocked the shot back.
"What does that mean for you and Stefan?"
"If we don't get married in the next two weeks before the law gets passed, which it will, we'll get broken up if we're not the closest match to each other."
"So you're saying that I have two weeks to get married or I have my spouse picked for me? And regardless, I'm having a baby?"
"Unless you can prove medically that you are unable to carry or you formally claim to not be attracted to men, no. I have to pick up the paperwork for Tatia anyway, so if you rediscover your sexuality in the next two weeks, let me know. Another shot for both of us, please, Cami."
"This is so invasive," Caroline said before downing her own shot.
"I know. I'm going to talk to Stefan about it tomorrow so we can decide whether we want to jump the gun on the wedding or see what happens with the matches."
"What happens if my match gets married?"
"That is a good question that I don't know the answer to," Elena said, downing her shot and nodding as a thank you when Cami immediately poured her another one.
"What do you think you're going to do?" Caroline asked, watching as Elena knocked the tequila back, slightly envious that her friend could hold her liquor so well.
Elena shrugged miserably. "I don't know. Part of me wants to find out who I'm matched with, because I know otherwise I'll be wondering for the rest of my life, but Stefan and I are so happy right now…"
"I'm sure it'll work out."
"Who do you think you'll be matched with?" Elena asked, fiddling with her empty shot glass.
"Hopefully not Damon," Caroline said dryly, thinking of her disastrous month-long relationship with Stefan's brother.
Elena snorted. "I can't think of a single universe where you and Damon would be an appropriate match, so I think you're safe there."
"Yep," Caroline said, fishing out her wallet and dropping a galleon and three sickles onto the counter before getting up to leave. "Are you taking the Knight Bus with me?"
"No, I'll floo Stefan and he can come get me."
"All right. See you tomorrow."
XXX
The letters came on New Year's Eve.
Elena, Jeremy, Katherine, Bonnie, Stefan, Damon, and Matt were all sitting in the Salvatores' living room waiting for the owls containing their fates. Tatia was there with her girlfriend Liv for emotional support.
Jeremy's older sister Jenna was with her husband Alaric in the kitchen making dinner for them, though Caroline doubted any of them would be in the mood to eat.
She felt her heart start pounding as seven owls all flew through the window at once, each with a letter, dropping them all in the laps of the respective recipients.
"Together?" Matt asked.
"Okay," Bonnie agreed as the rest of the room nodded, the sound of envelopes being ripped open filling the space.
Caroline eased hers open slowly, and before she'd even taken her paper out she heard a strangled choking from Elena, and looked up to see Damon and Elena eyeing each other in complete disbelief.
Stefan's face fell as he scanned his letter before he turned to Elena to compare them and saw the look that she and Damon were exchanging.
Caroline sent him a sympathetic look that his long-term girlfriend had clearly been matched to his brother of all people. "Who did you get?" she asked Stefan, still slightly afraid to open the letter in her hands.
"Camille O'Connell?" he half-asked.
"Oh, she's the bartender at the Augurey's Cry."
"The blonde one?"
Caroline nodded.
"Aren't you going to look?" Stefan asked, and Caroline shrugged.
"I kind of want to see who everyone else gets first."
"I think I got your brother, Liv," Bonnie said, her nose wrinkling.
"Oh my god, Kai?"
"Malachai, right?" Bonnie asked, and Liv nodded.
"I feel like I should apologize for his existence, but he's not that bad. Mostly."
"Doesn't he run a dubiously-legal potion ingredient shop?"
"I did say 'mostly'," Liv pointed out, and Bonnie scowled.
"Anna," Jeremy said, smiling.
Jeremy and his ex-girlfriend had parted on somewhat rocky terms, but Jeremy had never really gotten over her, and Caroline doubted Anna had gotten over him either.
"Does anyone know an April Young?" Matt asked, frowning.
"Nope," Caroline said. "Doesn't ring a bell, to be honest."
"I feel like she sounds familiar, but I don't know from where," Matt said, frowning.
"Must not be very memorable then," Katherine said, glaring at her own letter like it had offended her.
Caroline raised an eyebrow at her friend, who shrugged, picking at her nails. "Elijah," the other girl said simply.
Caroline winced, not wanting to open that particular can of worms again. The only thing worse than getting Elijah Mikaelson would be getting his younger brother, her other half in a previous relationship that had ended on rocky terms.
Katherine pinned her with a pointed look, and Caroline took a deep breath, opening her letter before her jaw dropped open.
Seriously?
"Happy New Year," she heard Katherine say sarcastically when she read the name over Caroline's shoulder.
XXX
"Well, it seems to be your dream come true, Nik," Rebekah said once she read the letter she'd plucked out of her brother's hand.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Bekah."
"Please. Everyone knows you still fancy her, even after the Great Secret Internship Acceptance Incident of 2010. I think the only one who hasn't noticed is her."
Klaus shot her an exasperated glare. "Rebekah…"
"Although I suppose if the poor girl has to marry an absolute wanker of an ex-boyfriend, it's probably a good thing that you still like her."
Klaus didn't bother debating Rebekah's point, instead grabbing the letter from his sister and waving her off so that he could actually read it this time instead of just scanning until he found the name.
To Mr. Niklaus Mikaelson,
This letter has been sent to inform you that as per the Magical Blood Preservation Act, you have been assigned a partner and are expected to marry by May 31st, 2012. You will produce a non-squib heir within two years of the day of your wedding, and another within five years after your first heir's birth.
Should you require additional economic support in order to ensure the safety and security of your child, please contact the Department of Magical Preservation. Should you be unable to fulfill the requirements above due to infertility, family illness such as lycanthropy, or falling into the parameters outlined in section 1 paragraph b regarding exemption due to factors including but not limited to sexuality or sincere religious belief, please contact the Department of Magical Preservation in order to file the appropriate paperwork.
Please note that this law is in effect in all countries belonging to the International Confederation of Wizards, and therefore citizenship is irrelevant unless the individual wishes to renounce Magical Citizenship.
For more information on your obligations according to this legislation or to read the act in its entirety, please consult the official Ministry of Magic "website" or visit our headquarters in Washington D.C.
The contact information of your assigned partner is enclosed. If you are unable to make contact with your future partner within two weeks, please contact the Department of Magical Preservation to file a missing person's report.
Your assigned spouse is: Caroline Forbes
Regards,
Jo Laughlin
Department of Magical Preservation
"Well, I suppose that I should contact her, then."
"Yes. That might be a good idea."
"Who were you paired with, sister?"
"I thought you'd never ask," Rebekah said dryly. "Lorenzo Augustine, apparently. I have absolutely no idea who he is."
"Well, I wish you luck with that."
"Thank you."
Klaus sighed as he folded the letter and put it back in its envelope. Rebekah wasn't wrong when she said that he still fancied Caroline (or when she said that his relationship with Caroline had ended in disaster), and he wasn't going to pretend to be disappointed with his luck. However, he had a feeling that she wouldn't be nearly as receptive to the match as he was, and he had to make a plan to win her over.
He and Caroline had a little more than a year-long, very intense, relationship, and for the last year and a half or so since it had ended he was still convinced that they were meant to be (and he was glad that the invasive Arithmancy ritual agreed). He'd had other relationships, of course, but none felt as right as she had.
However, the feeling was most definitely not mutual. It all had to do with a misunderstanding right before graduation involving Caroline's precious value of honesty, Kol being a vindictive little shit, the roll of sandpaper that the whole planet theorized was stuck up Elijah's arse, and some incredibly inconveniently-placed mail.
He was glad that Kol and Elijah had already left (most likely to sulk in their respective apartments), because he had no desire to deal with Elijah the Insufferable Caroline-Hating Twat at the moment, and he bid his sister goodbye, flooing home.
He was soon staring blankly at the parchment on his desk, knowing that Caroline would most likely not be at all pleased with their situation, and trying to figure out what to say.
Dear Caroline,
You have no doubt by now received your letter from the Ministry, and I would like to meet you for dinner sometime this week to discuss how we're going to approach
He was interrupted by a knock on the window from an owl, and he stood, hoping that Caroline had made the first move. He unfurled the parchment, and winced as he read the message.
Klaus,
Please meet me at Phoenix Egg for lunch tomorrow at noon. If you can't make that time, let me know. Don't be late.
Best,
Caroline
She was most definitely not pleased.
XXX
Caroline had been standing in front of her closet for what felt like hours, feeling completely at a loss for what she was going to wear. She'd already changed in and out of four different tops, knowing that the jeans that were on made her ass look really good.
Klaus was a leg guy.
Although, really, why was she so concerned with looking good for him? It wasn't like she still loved him or anything.
She had been seventeen and stupid and had half-planned their wedding by mid-May when he'd gotten the supposed acceptance letter to the internship he hadn't even mentioned to her. She'd been so hurt, thinking that he hadn't meant it when he said he was serious about her, that he was planning on leaving her the first chance she got (and really, she'd been twice as neurotic back then as she was now, so she wouldn't have blamed him), and she'd broken up with him, trying to cut off the wound before it could fester.
Their fight had been loud and painful, with lots of yelling on both sides. She cringed as she remembered threatening to hex him with no intention of following through, and he hadn't even drawn his wand. He'd just stood there, telling her it was all a misunderstanding, and she hadn't believed him.
Kol had come up to her the next week, trying to explain that he'd planted the note to get back at Klaus for something-or-other and didn't actually think anything would come of it. He thought they'd have a fight and get over it, he said, and she'd just rolled her eyes and told Kol to stop trying to clean up Klaus's messes.
"Suit yourself, darling, but you're making a mistake," Kol had said knowingly before shrugging and walking away.
She hadn't believed him until she searched the company the letter had come from on the MugGoogle and found out that it didn't exist. By that time though, Klaus had brushed her off when she asked to talk to him, sending her the filthiest look she'd ever seen, and she'd just gone back to her room and cried.
It had been nineteen months since they'd had that awful fight, and nineteen months since she'd broken up with him.
It had been Nineteen months minus one single second since she'd regretted it.
The regret had never gone away.
He'd written once a few weeks after they'd graduated to ask if she still had his Transfiguration textbook (she did), but she knew it was just an excuse to talk to her, and she couldn't handle that.
She hadn't answered, instead sending the book back with no note, inwardly kicking herself for her cowardice, but too nervous to see him again.
Okay, fine, so maybe she did still love him. Just a little bit.
God, she was pathetic.
She stood in front of her mirror fluffing her hair, tugging her lower lip between her teeth and trying not to work herself up too much. They were going to be married (luckily her taste in party planning had changed quite a bit since seventeen, so maybe this was a blessing in disguise), and there was no stopping it.
Best-case scenario, he still had feelings for her.
Worst-case scenario, they'd have really, really great hate sex until she got pregnant.
"Look on the bright side, Caroline. At least you're not Katherine," she mumbled to herself, giving her outfit a final inspection, swiping on another coat of lip gloss, and grabbing her purse before she could change her mind.
XXX
"Hello, Caroline."
She looked up from her mobile floo as Klaus settled himself in the chair opposite her on the magically heated patio of the little brunch place, drinking her in.
She was as gorgeous as ever. Stunning, even, and he couldn't tear his eyes away from her to look at the menu he was supposed to be ordering off of.
Her eyes, on the other hand, were locked on the necklaces she'd loved so much, and she licked her lips absently. He barely restrained a smug grin as she seemed to shake herself, her eyes moving to meet his.
"Hi, Klaus."
"How have you been, sweetheart?" he asked, closing the menu without bothering to look at it.
"Fine. You?" she asked, and though her tone wasn't biting, he could see the hurt still present in her eyes.
Perhaps she wasn't as over him as she'd like him to believe, which would be good news, since he was still head over heels for her. Well, that and she was going to be his wife (something he wasn't all that broken up over, to be honest). It could have been so much worse.
He did not envy Elijah in the least; Katerina was Satan on stilettos.
"Very well, thank you. Bit busy, but can't be helped, I suppose."
"Yeah. I've heard Hit Wizard training is pretty intense."
"It is."
She took a sip of water, her tongue darting out to lick her lips as she set the glass down, and he felt his cock twitch, reminded of the way she'd traced lines along his tattoos with her tongue, the it felt to have her pretty lips wrapped around his cock when they'd snuck into spare classrooms at night.
"Do you like it?" she asked hesitantly.
"Yes. A lot, actually."
"Great."
"How's the Prophet?"
She smiled brightly. "Going really well, surprisingly."
"Why are you surprised?" he asked before she could continue, and she bit her lip again-he'd forgotten how much she did that-and shrugged.
"I don't know. I guess I just didn't expect it to take off, you know?"
"I did," he said before he could stop himself, and he tried to cover it up as a throwaway comment, taking a sip of his water and nodding the waiter over to take their orders, realizing as the young woman walked over that he hadn't actually looked at the menu.
"Hi, what can I get you?"
"Um, I'll have the blueberry waffles, please," Caroline said. "Thanks."
Both women looked expectantly at Klaus.
"The same."
"You hate waffles," Caroline said, frowning, her mouth snapping shut as soon as the words left her mouth. "Sorry."
They held each other's gaze for a moment, her cheeks flushing, and the waitress cleared her throat after a few seconds. "So. Two orders of blueberry waffles, then?"
Klaus smirked as he turned to the waitress, keeping half an eye on Caroline to see her response to his words. "My fiancée is correct, actually. I'll just have a full breakfast, please."
The waitress didn't even bat an eyelash (most likely because the entire restaurant was full of engaged couples on their awkward first date), writing it down and assuring them it would be out in just a few minutes before rushing off to another table, but Caroline rolled her eyes, making Klaus suppress a grin at her familiar reaction.
God, he'd missed her…
They were quiet for a minute or so after that, and Klaus was just about to try to resume their conversation when Caroline took a deep breath and let it out slowly, her eyes darting away from his face. It had been so long, but he still knew all her tells by heart, and she was clearly trying to work up the nerve to say something.
He waited patiently for another half a minute before frowning. "What is it, love?"
"I'm sorry."
"For?"
"Not believing you."
"It's been two years, Caroline."
"Yeah, but still. It was awful of me."
"Well, to be fair, I was rather rude when you tried to apologize."
"Yeah, you were," Caroline agreed, straightening the fork on the table almost absentmindedly as she took a breath to continue. "But, I kind of deserved it. I mean, not really, but I understood, I guess."
"Apology accepted, then."
She smiled at him, and he gave her a dimpled smile back before taking a sip of water and changing the subject back to her job. They soon were talking like old friends, though there was still a bit of tension in the air, and he almost wanted to pinch himself.
He tried not to smile when she got whipped cream from her waffle on her nose and didn't notice, finally reaching out to brush it onto his thumb. She stilled at the movement, surprised, but didn't flinch, and her eyes darkened as he sucked the cream away.
She swallowed audibly, her teeth scraping across her lower lip again (and, oh, did he want to take her lips between his teeth, to taste her the way he used to), and she tucked some hair behind her ear. "Thanks."
"Of course."
The waitress brought by the small silver machine that was used to pay. Klaus grabbed it before Caroline could reach out, pressing his thumb against the pad and wincing as it took a blood sample before it spit out a piece of parchment for the waitress to take when she returned.
"You didn't have to pay. I could have paid for my half."
"Caroline, we're getting married," he pointed out. "We'll be sharing finances anyway."
She froze for a moment, clearly surprised that he'd stated the situation so bluntly, but shook herself. "Then why did you take it before I could?"
"It's still a date, sweetheart," he said, giving her what he knew was an infuriating smile, standing and setting his napkin on the table. "Walk with me?"
"Yeah."
He gestured for her to precede him, trying not to stare at the way her jeans clung to her legs as her hips swayed subtly. His hand brushed hers when he caught up with her, and she gave him a glance out of the corner of her eye before hesitantly tangling her fingers through his.
This time, he let himself smile.
XXX
"Early February should be good, right?" Caroline asked from the couch.
She'd been curled on it since she'd arrived an hour or so earlier, making lists of things they needed to do in the next few months.
They'd already decided on the wedding date (April 22nd—within the required date range but not too close to any holidays or either of their birthdays), and Caroline already pitied all of the wedding planners, who would be working overtime for the next five months. They still needed to a bunch of other things, including selling Klaus's apartment. That had been one of the easier decisions. Hers was bigger, so it had room for the baby. Babies.
In her personal opinion, she was way too young to be a mother, but she put that on her mental list of 'Things to freak out about later' instead of 'Things to freak out about now', and continued on as usual.
Until that happened, though, she would rearrange her home office space to make room for Klaus's painting equipment.
Currently, they were trying to figure out when he'd move in, and she didn't want to sound too eager, but at the same time, the longer she had to adjust to living with him before she was pregnant, the better.
"Eager, are you, love?"
She inwardly groaned, wondering whether legilimency was required for Hit Wizard training, but pasted a scowl on her face, turning to look at him over the back of the couch. "No. I'd just rather that you were trained to clean up after yourself and not wake me up at three in the morning before my hormones decide that hexing you is a reasonable solution."
"I do clean up after myself, and I only woke you because I was pissed out of my mind and couldn't remember the way back to the common room."
"I wasn't even in your house!"
"Yes, so I heard when I called you. And, as I recall, you still knew the way and snuck out to help me."
"You were a terrible influence."
"Guilty, I suppose," he said, walking to settle next to her, the couch small enough that his thigh pressed against hers.
She took a deep breath, trying not to react. They hadn't had more than a few lingering touches for the past two weeks, though they'd had dinner together almost every night at his apartment before she went home. The feel of his body so close to hers was electricity under her skin, need in her veins. She wondered if his body felt the same when she was near.
They'd always had this inexplicable sexual tension, even at school, and she was finding it hard not to act on it. Judging by the way he looked at her, she didn't doubt he felt the same way.
"You totally were. Remember the time you convinced me to sneak out with you to fly at the pitch after curfew?"
"Of course. My particular favorite of your many school rule violations was the day you set Hayley Marshall's cauldron to explode when we were brewing pepperup potion and she got drenched in it."
"Yeah. That was pretty great," Caroline said, smirking at the memory. "She was peeling for weeks."
"Never liked her," he muttered, and she snorted.
"I know. You told me. A lot."
"In various positions, as I recall."
She blushed, remembering the way his tongue brushed against her clit as he pressed kisses to her center, mumbling sweet words against her skin. He looked at her out of the corner of his eye, clearly seeing where her mind was going, smirking at her blush.
She clenched her thighs together, feeling the familiar pull of arousal in her lower belly, and she tried not to squirm when he laid a hand on her thigh over her jeans, his touch burning her through the fabric in the best possible way.
"I missed you," he confessed, and her head snapped to look at him, her eyes wide.
"I missed you too," she managed to say, a bit stunned by his words.
When she'd realized that he still had feelings for her, she knew it was inevitable they'd get tangled in each other again sooner rather than later, but she hadn't expected it to be this soon.
Not that it was a bad thing.
"I'm glad it was you," she said quietly, covering his hand with her own.
"I always knew we'd find our way back to each other."
She laughed. "Seriously?"
"Yes. True love always wins," he said sagely, clearly unable to keep a straight face, and she huffed, rolling her eyes.
"True love?"
"We're soulmates, love. The spell said so."
"No, we're not soulmates. We were the best possible match for each other according to an Arithmatic calculation. It's math."
"Whatever you say, love."
"Probably good to get used to saying that early, actually."
He just smiled, shaking his head and squeezing her thigh lightly before flipping his hand over to tangle his fingers with hers. "I thought you'd be a lot angrier about this."
"I am," she said, shrugging. "But not at you. It's not your fault. Look, I don't care how well it turned out for me or anyone else, match-wise. The Ministry had absolutely no right to pair me off with someone to be a walking incubator."
"I agree."
"I'm glad, because if you didn't I'd definitely reconsider being even remotely okay with you as my match."
"I wouldn't expect anything else."
His mobile chimed, and he reached out to get it, pressing the button to read the message. "Sorry, love. Just a message from Rebekah. I'm surprised she's up this late."
"No problem. Wait, what time is it?"
"A quarter after twelve."
"Oh, shit. I'm sorry, I didn't realize it was so late," she said, starting to get up, but he held fast, and she squeaked as she tumbled half into his lap.
"Seriously?" she demanded as his arm wrapped around her waist to tug her closer, his eyes dark and lustful, his tongue darting along his lips as he undressed her with his gaze.
She bit her lip, something she knew used to drive him crazy, and she had a feeling it still did judging by his growing hardness against her. She shifted to straddle him (because now that they were touching, why not, she rationalized), and she rested her palms on his shoulders, pressing her forehead against his.
"You are beautiful, love," he said quietly.
That's when she knew there was no going back. She loved him. She'd always loved him. She probably would always love him.
The way he looked at her told her he loved her too.
"You're not so bad yourself, if I remember right. The thing is that I kind of need you to take your shirt off. You know, just to make sure," she said teasingly.
He grinned and pulled his shirt off, and she ran her hand over the tattoo on his shoulder, bending to press an open-mouthed kiss to the marked skin.
She pulled back, and he smiled at her, his dimples showing. She'd barely started to smile back before his lips were on hers, his hands cupping her ass to pull her closer, and she rolled her hips against the growing bulge in his jeans, her hand moving to tangle in his hair, the other gripping his necklaces, running the threads through her fingers. He groaned into her mouth as she tugged at his curls, his hips jerking slightly to create more friction, and she tipped her head back, moaning softly.
"Klaus…"
He tugged her blouse over her head, reaching to unclip her bra, and she shrugged it off, gasping as his lips attached to one of her nipples, his hands still squeezing her ass and the backs of her thighs as he rubbed against her through their clothing.
She reached between them to unbutton and unzip his jeans, freeing his erection and wrapping her hand around his shaft to stroke him slowly, her thumb ghosting over the tip, and she groaned as he bit lightly against her nipple before pulling back to look at her, his eyes heavy-lidded and wanting.
"I want you on your knees for me," he said, his voice husky, eyes closing as she stroked him.
She paused, trying not to laugh. "Yeah?"
"Too soon to ask?" he asked, cracking an eye open to look at her. "Sorry, love. You used to like it."
"Oh, I do like it," she said, her voice low and seductively playful, and she pressed her lips lightly to his, speaking her next words softly between kisses. "You just need to promise to return the favor."
"Don't I always?"
"I don't know, Klaus. It's been awhile," she said, raising an eyebrow.
"Fair enough, I suppose."
She slid off of him, stripping off her jeans and thong and setting a pillow under her knees to cushion them before tugging his jeans off and wrapping her hand around his shaft, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock. He groaned at her movement, and his hands gripped the cushions as she wrapped her mouth around him, looking up at him to observe the way he reacted to her touch.
He was staring down at her, his pupils dilated with lust, teeth gritted. She pulled back, running her tongue along his length and stroking him with her hand again. "I want to watch you let go," she said, licking her lips as she made eye contact with him before biting her lip as she shifted on the pillow, getting a bit more comfortable.
This time his groan was louder, and he swore her name out like an expletive as she ran her teeth ever-so-lightly along his skin. "Fuck, Caroline…"
She bobbed her head up and down along his shaft before taking as much of him in her mouth as she could, relaxing her throat as much as possible to reduce the gagging as she swallowed around the head of his cock, moaning around him. He looked down at with her with unrestrained need, and she felt the tightness in her core build.
"You have no idea how much I've thought of you since graduation, love. I missed your scent, your laugh, your taste..."
She hummed around him as she rubbed her thighs together to give herself some-any-friction. He groaned as she sucked him hard, her cheeks hollowing as she reached to cup his balls with her other hand, his hips jerking from her touch.
"These last two weeks have been absolute torture," he ground out, body tensing, fingers digging into the couch cushions. "Having you right here in my living room, the bedroom just yards away but unable to do anything but watch you, having to keep my touches chaste...You have no idea how often I was painfully hard for you, how much I wanted to touch you. After you left I'd remember the way you used to moan for me, how wet you were for me from just the lightest of touches. Are you wet for me right now, love?"
She moaned around him in answer, her pussy throbbing with need, and she stroked him faster, pulling out every trick she remembered from the times they'd done this in empty classrooms or behind the tapestries in the hallways.
"I'm going to come, Caroline," he warned, his hips jerking, and he groaned out her name again as he came down her throat. "Fuck…"
She laughed quietly. "So, where's my payment?" she asked as she stood, licking her lips.
He smirked and picked her up, ignoring her indignant shriek of surprise. "I think you'll be more comfortable in bed. I plan to have you writhing against my tongue for quite awhile."
XXX
They woke the next morning curled together between his sheets, and she sighed happily, snuggling up to him. Content to lie there in his arms and review her plans for the day, she made sure to leave herself a mental note that when she went to the Ministry to leave the Head of the Department of Magical Preservation a strongly-worded note about interfering with people's lives (because how fucking dare they?), she should also stop at Madame Malkin's on the way home to pick up some lacier under-robes from the back room.
And she should look at the wedding dresses as well. Maybe she should stop at Fortescue's on the way back to look at cakes...
"What's on your mind, sweetheart?" he asked from next to her, his voice thick with tiredness.
"Wedding stuff."
He groaned, pulling her closer and burying his face in her hair. "I love you, Caroline, I really do, but it's half-six and we have until April to think about it. Go back to sleep."
"Oh, Klaus, if you think this is me in planning mode–"
"No, you're much more terrifying in planning mode. I remember the Spring Solstice Ball in sixth year. Still have nightmares, actually."
She huffed, rolling her eyes. "Yeah, yeah, I kn–-Wait, did you just say you love me?"
Caroline could practically feel the long-suffering eyeroll radiating from him as he pulled her against his chest. "Since the first time I saw you," he mumbled.
"Spouting romantic clichés will not win you points, you know," she teased.
"Sweetheart, we were up until at least half two and it's six-thirty in the morning. I am too exhausted to lie. Please go back to sleep."
"Mmkay," she said, a smile spreading across her face. He really was adorable when he was grumpy (though she'd never say it to his face). "I love you too, you know."
"Excellent. Glad that's settled," he grumbled. "Go back to sleep, sweetheart."
She smiled as she snuggled against him, thinking that he had probably been right. They would have found their way back to each other eventually.
Still though, the Ministry Law was bullshit.
I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Please tell me what you think :) I need all the feedback that I can get.
Hugs!
-Angie