Abridged summaries:
1. Caroline leaves Klaus hanging before the bell rings, so he decides a little revenge in class is needed...NSFW.
2. The pizza place keeps getting Caroline's order wrong, and she is not impressed, so she decides to give the manager a piece of her mind. SFW

AHEM kc + sexting at super inappropriate times

"Klaus, the bell's about to ring," she gasped out as he licked and sucked at her shoulder.

Caroline knew her fingernails were digging into his shoulders, but he didn't seem to mind as she rolled her hips against the bulge in his jeans, relishing in the delicious friction it created.

"I know, love."

"We're going to be late."

He sighed, pulling back and tugging the sleeve of her blouse back into place and kissing her quickly on the cheek. "You leave first. I'll follow in a few moments."

"Okay."

Caroline poked her head out of the alcove, checking that the coast was clear before striding off in the direction of history classroom. Their boarding school was small, and when the teachers knew they were more likely to keep an eye on them when one of them snuck off, which would put a serious damper on their sex life.

Well, that, and all her friends hated him.

A minute or so later, Caroline settled in the last row of the class, as she had more and more lately, pulling out her laptop and plugging it into the socket on the floor.

She saw Klaus walk in a few seconds after she got settled, setting up his own computer at his desk and looking at Mr. Saltzman when he walked in, plugging in his tablet to start the powerpoint for the lecture.

As soon as Mr. Saltzman started talking, she saw the icon for her instant messaging light up, and she clicked it.

nmikaelson: you left me in quite the uncomfortable position, love.

cforbes: Really?

cforbes: Oops.

nmikaelson: You don't seem all that apologetic.

cforbes: I'm not.

cforbes: I'll make it up to you later anyway, though.

cforbes: That's how good a girlfriend I am.

nmikaelson: And yet, you left me hard for you in the hallway without so much as a kiss. More naughty than nice, I think…

cforbes: Well, what do you want me to do?

nmikaelson: I'm glad you asked.

She had to fight to keep a straight face, glancing up at the powerpoint to see if Alaric had noticed anything off (he hadn't), and shot a look at Klaus through the corner of her eye a few seats away.

He was staring at her, his eyes heated, and she felt the ache between her thighs return, shifting slightly in her seat. He smirked at her and turned back to his computer screen, fighting down the flush threatening to take over her cheeks when she read the words.

nmikaelson: I want you on your hands and knees for me, sweetheart. I want to pull your knickers around your knees and take you from behind. I'll flip your skirt up so that I can grip your pretty arse while you moan into my pillow. After all, we wouldn't want anyone to overhear you beg for my cock, would we?

Caroline clenched her thighs together, trying not to squirm as she felt herself contract around nothing. She could practically hear his voice in her mind, feel his hands on her skin. She glanced at him again, and he smirked at her. She flushed, turning back to her computer to see another message.

nmikaelson: You're so pretty when you blush for me, love. Are you imagining the way my cock would fill you? The way you would moan as I whispered all of the filthy things I want to do to you in your ear?

cforbes: Omg Klaus we're in class!

cforbes: But yes.

nmikaelson: And that makes it all the more fun. I love watching you try to suppress your reactions. The way you shift in your seat to try to relieve the ache you feel for me, hoping that no one will notice that if I flipped up your skirt you'd be dripping for me.

nmikaelson: And the thrill of getting caught excites you, doesn't it?

nmikaelson: What would your friends say if they knew that pretty little Caroline, the teacher's pet, was sneaking out at night to see me in the gardens? That she was coming on my tongue under the bleachers? On her knees for me with my cock in her mouth in the spare rooms between classes? Spreading her legs and begging for me to take her when she visits me at night?

Caroline knew that she was blushing now. She was probably red as a tomato, more than aware of the slickness coating the insides of her thighs, and it was a wonder Mr. Satlzman hadn't noticed.

Or, maybe he had, judging by the raised eyebrow he sent in her direction. "Caroline, are you doing okay there?"

"Um...yeah...just...I'm sorry, I feel kind of faint."

She ignored Klaus's strangled (but thankfully quiet) laugh from a few desks down, her cheeks still flaming.

"Would you like to go to the nurse?"

"Yes. Yes, please," she said immediately, inwardly celebrating the fact that she had never once faked sick and therefore Mr. Saltzman apparently believed every word.

"Do you need someone to take you? You look like you're about to pass out."

She didn't get a chance to answer before he asked for a volunteer and Klaus's hand shot up. Alaric rolled his eyes, but nodded, clearly thinking Klaus was just trying to skip out of class. He stuffed his computer in his bag and walked to Caroline, offering her a hand to take her bag.

In the spirit of looking like she was actually about to collapse, she handed it to him and followed him outside the classroom.

They were only a few yards out of eyeshot of the classroom when Caroline grabbed Klaus's hand and tugged him to her, her lips moving against his as she tugged his hair.

"Sweetheart, we do need to go to the nurse," he said between kisses.

"Look who wants to follow the rules now?"

"On the contrary, love, I just don't want them to try to find us when they realize you never actually visited the nurse. It would be rather inconvenient should we be in the middle of something."

"Okay," she said, pulling away and licking her lips before walking slowly in the direction of the nurse's office, which was really a tiny house that had been transformed into an office, a waiting room, and an examination room.

Klaus opened the door for her and set their things down as she sank into one of the chairs. She heard Jenna, the nurse, talking to someone in the other room before she came out, clearly stressed. "What happened?"

"I just feel really faint," Caroline said, running a hand through her hair, and Jenna nodded.

The nurse asked Caroline what she'd eaten and drank that day as she did a few quick tests before sighing as they heard a ping from the other room, meaning whoever was resting pressed the call button.

"You need to lie down a bit, but you should be fine. Drink some fluids," she said quickly, shooting a 'what are you, twelve' look at Klaus when he choked out a laugh, before standing up. "Klaus, could you take Caroline back to the dorms?"

"Of course, Miss Sommers."

"Feel better, Caroline," Jenna said as she ushered them out the door, and Caroline thanked her before she and Klaus walked back to her dorm.

As soon as Caroline closed the door to her single room behind them, she found herself pushed up against it, Klaus's lips on hers. She moaned into his mouth as Klaus's hands dipped under her dress to play with the lace of her thong, pulling the fabric against her slick skin to cause friction before pressing two fingers against her entrance teasingly. He dragged his teeth along her lip as he pulled back, and she could feel him hard against her thigh.

"Still wet for me, sweetheart?"

She nodded, gasping out his name and winding her fingers in the fabric of his shirt as he pressed two fingers inside of her, curling them against her walls. "Do you want to move?" she asked through panted breaths, nodding towards her bed. "You said you wanted–"

"I would love to make you come around my cock while I took you from behind, to play out my fantasies with you. But right now, sweetheart, I want to know what you want. How do you want me to make you come, Caroline? What filthy things do you imagine in your pretty little head when you touch yourself at night?"

She blinked, not having been expecting that. "Um…" she said, trailing off.

Klaus smiled against her neck, his lips biting and sucking at her skin. "Don't be embarrassed, love."

She bit her lip, trying to keep her thoughts straight as Klaus's fingers moved in and out of her, his fingertips brushing against her g-spot, thumb rubbing against her clit, and she let her head fall back against the wall. She'd never talked to him during sex really, at least not the way he talked to her, but she wasn't exactly one to back down from a challenge.

"I want you inside of me," she said. "I want you to make me come around your cock before I clean you with my mouth," she said, noting the soft groan of pleasure he gave at her words. "I want to tease you with my tongue, Klaus. I'm going to make you beg to come in my mouth, and then I might let you if you're good."

He scraped along her neck with his teeth, making her gasp. "Oh, I'll be good for you, sweetheart," he said, pulling his fingers away and sucking them clean, keeping eye contact with her.

She swallowed, and he smirked as he pulled her with him to the bed, sitting down and watching her hungrily as she pulled her thong down her legs. "Is that what you think of, though, love? Do you touch yourself to the idea of licking your own arousal off my cock? Does it get you off when you imagine me telling you how beautiful you look on your knees while I fuck your mouth?"

She smirked, straddling him on the bed and grinding her wet core against the bulge in his jeans before sitting up on her knees to undo them, freeing his erection. "I do. But you know what I get off on more?"

"What's that?"

"I imagine you on your knees for me, Klaus. I want you to lick my pussy while I tug your hair, to beg for me to come around your tongue."

"Oh?" he asked, his grin wicked as he gripped her hips, pushing her off of him so that she was on the edge of the bed, watching as he sunk to his knees, settling between her legs, his cock still out and leaking precum.

He stroked himself with one hand as he pressed kisses to her inner thighs, his mouth wandering closer to her center. She buried her fingers in his hair, tugging on it lightly to encourage his mouth to where she wanted it.

She spread her legs wider when his tongue touched her pussy, and he gave her a long lick, swirling his tongue around her clit. "Klaus…"

She felt him smile against her skin as he thrusted his tongue inside of her, bringing the hand that wasn't stroking himself up to pull her dress higher, to press her thigh back, trying to get better access to her center.

"Lick my clit," she gasped, tugging his hair lightly, and she threw her head back as his tongue moved to her clit, making rhythmic circles around it until she was biting her hand to keep from screaming, her hips rolling against his face.

Klaus didn't seem to mind in the least.

Both of his hands were pushing her thighs back now, and she could feel the pleasure building in her, felt the tightness in her belly close to snapping, and she moved her hand to gasp out she was coming, but before she could he sucked her clit lightly between his lips and she shattered, her hand clapping over her mouth again as she sobbed out his name against her skin.

He stood, licking his lips, and she knew that she must look like a mess. Her dress was twisted around her body, hair sticking to her skin, but he just gave her a smirk, pressing her to the bed underneath him. She reached to stroke him, pushing his jeans and boxers impatiently out of the way to guide him to her center, both of them groaning softly as he pushed inside.

She clenched around him as he began to move, her breathing ragged. "Faster," she demanded, his willingness to go along with what she wanted making her more willing to tell him.

She swore as he sped up his movements, the slap of their skin meeting filling her bedroom, and she buried her face in the juncture of his neck and shoulder trying to stay reasonably quiet.

Klaus lowered his voice, his words thick with want as he told her how beautiful she was spread beneath him, how good she felt around his cock, and she felt herself nearing the edge again. She could feel that his jaw was tightening, his muscles tensing, and she smirked against his neck, matching his movements more firmly with her hips. "Come for me, Klaus," she whispered through short pants. "I want you to come inside of me. You can walk back to your room knowing that your come is running down my thighs while I try to concentrate on my work, and all I'll be able to think about is you."

He groaned, fucking her faster and spilling inside of her a few moments later, kissing her hard before pulling back, both of them sweaty and sated. "Do you think you'll feel well enough to come to dinner?" he teased as he got out of bed and pulled his jeans back on.

"Yeah," she said, watching him unashamedly from her bed. "Maybe you should come over after curfew. You know, just to make sure I get all the fluids Jenna told me I should drink."

Caroline hates pineapple on pizza, but the inept pizza makers at domino's keep putting pineapple on her pizza when she specifically asks for them not to do it. After it happens three times she decides to give the manager (Klaus) a piece of her mind

Caroline closed her eyes and took a deep breath. This was the moment of truth.

"Will you stop stalling and open the box? I'm hungry," Katherine snapped from next to her, Caroline shot her a glare before obligingly opening the box and groaning.

"Seriously? This is like, the fifth time!"

"Third," Katherine said, reaching by Caroline to pick a piece of pineapple off of Caroline's half and popping it in her mouth. "Yum."

"It's gross, you're gross, and I'm going to go to the pizza place and talk to the manager, because this is unacceptable. I pay good money for this pizza to come out the way I want it to, and it is finals week, and I feel so personally attacked right now."

"Bye, Caroline," Katherine interrupted, turning back to her textbook.

Caroline huffed and got up, looking down at herself to confirm that she was presentable (tank top and yoga pants was reasonable for being out in public, right?) and pulled on some flip flops. She grabbed her keys from the table by the door and walked to her car, grumbling the entire way.

Five minutes later, she stomped into the pizza place and took a deep breath, knowing that they would be much more likely to be nice to her if she was nice to them. She waited in line, and when she got to the front a few minutes later, she asked to speak to the manager.

"What can I do for you, love?"

Caroline turned to see an annoyingly hot (and strangely familiar-looking) guy with an accent, who was somehow managing to pull off the brightly colored polo shirt and black slacks (although it could be because they actually fit). "Um. Hi."

"Hello," he said, his lips twitching, and she blushed when she realized that she was staring.

She drew herself up to her full height, which was still a few inches shorter than him, and crossed her arms over her chest, trying to ignore how his eyes flew to the cleavage her tank top was showing. "So, a few weeks ago, I ordered a pizza with mushrooms, peppers, and grilled chicken, and it came, and it had pineapple on it."

"And you waited until today to come ask about it?"

"No. I wasn't going to, but this is the third time it's happened," she said irritably, abandoning all pretense of being nice because he was smirking at her.

"Tonight?"

"Yes. And I pay money for this pizza, and it is finals week, and I expect the quality of said product to be as 'high' and 'innovative' as you claim it to be on your website."

He blinked once, clearly fighting down a laugh, before saying slowly, "Well, I'm sorry for the inconvenience, sweetheart."

"I want a refund," she growled.

"My apologies, but that's not possible. However, as per our commitment to excellent customer service," he said, putting what she felt was a bit more emphasis than strictly necessary on the word 'service', the word rolling off of his tongue in a manner that she was 90% sure should be illegal, "may I offer you a complimentary coupon for half off a basket of our famous chicken wings with an order of fifteen dollars or more?"

"Are you serious right now? Why can't I have a refund?"

"Because, due to our terms of service, which you may read at our franchise's website, unless you check the pizza with the employee that delivered it present to ensure that it's the correct order, we are not obligated to replace or refund incorrect orders."

"It doesn't say that."

"Have you actually read the terms of service, or did you just click 'I Accept' button at the bottom?" he asked dryly, and she flushed, huffing irritably.

"Look, I am a poor college student, and I just want a pizza that I like for a reasonable price. I am very behind on studying, and this is seriously ruining my mojo. Okay?"

He looked at her, his head tilted to the side slightly before nodding. "All right."

"All right?" she asked, slightly surprised.

"Yes. I'll give you a free pizza. In the spirit of shared exam misery. And one small favor."

"Favor?" she asked suspiciously.

"Let me buy you dinner next week."

"A date? Why?" she asked, frowning.

"I fancy you."

"You don't even know me."

"I'd like to," he said.

She bit her lip, considering his offer. He was cute, had an accent, didn't seem to be too much of an ass...And she had a policy to never say no to free food.

"Fine. One date."

He gave her a dimpled smile. "I'm not sure if you'll be satisfied with just one, sweetheart."

She glared at him, and he walked to the register at the end, swiping his card to unlock it.

"What can I get for you, love?"

"Large create-your-own with mushrooms, peppers, and grilled chicken."

"Peppers and parmesan on the side?"

"No, thanks."

He nodded and swiped his employee card, pressing a few buttons, and the receipt came out, which he handed to her. "All right. It'll be out in just a few minutes. I'll meet you after the exam for Saltzman?"

"How do you know who my final is for?"

He just stared at her, his lips twitching.

She narrowed her eyes at him and then she realized where she'd seen him before. "Oh my god, you're the TA," she said, eyes wide.

"I was going to wait until after the exam to ask, professionalism and all that, you know, but this seemed like too good of an opportunity to miss," he said, shrugging. "So? Thursday?"

She bit her lip and nodded. "Okay. Thursday."

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed them. :) Comments and constructive criticism are always helpful! Favorite parts, bits you think might need work, any feedback would be great :D :D

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-Angie