Abridged summaries:
1. Sequel to "No Words" (Chapter 77). This turns that sad drabble into a happy ending. If you want to stay with the sad ending in No Words, then skip this one ;)
2. Klaus puts in a work order for his dorm room, and a hot mechanic comes to fix it. He paints her. Literally.

Hi! I'm so impressed by your prolificacy, creativity, and ability to always write high quality and interesting fiction. A while ago you wrote a soulmate piece where Klaus hits Caroline with his car. Any chance you'd write a part 2 where she did live, and when the medical professionals secured her airway they severed her vocal cords (rushed tracheostomy) so that even when healed she couldn't talk and that's why he had no mark? Just a stab in the dark, in an effort to assuage my Klaroline feels :)

"I'm sorry that I hit you with my car," Klaus said awkwardly, shifting in the hospital chair, uncomfortable under Caroline's piercing look.

After the accident, Caroline had been rushed to the hospital, and he'd sat outside as they'd done emergency surgery. The nurse had tried to make him leave, but he'd explained the situation to her and she'd softened immediately, telling him he could stay for as long as he needed.

When she'd been moved to her hospital room and he'd been filled in on the situation, he'd gone home with a heavy heart, racked with guilt from his actions.

She scribbled something on the pink notebook a friend had brought her before shoving it at him.

Go away.

He handed it back to her, running a hand through his hair. "I'm not going to leave, Caroline. Not when I've finally found my soulmate."

He'd never known it was possible to write aggressively until he watched Caroline frown as the pencil flew across the page.

You hit me with your fucking car, nearly killing me, and ultimately rendering me unable to talk, and yet you are somehow still making this all about you. I want my money back.

"Caroline…"

He watched her scribble another longer message before she showed it to him.

Look, I mean this in the nicest possible way, but I really don't want to talk to you right now. I get that you're my soulmate, but that doesn't mean I have to love you unconditionally, or at all.

He sighed. "Fair enough, love. If there's anything at all I can do to aid in your recovery, please let me know."

I don't think there's anything you can do.

"May I see you again?"

She bit her lip, playing with the pencil between her fingers before writing something, tearing off the paper, and handing it to him. I should be out by Friday. Here's my phone number and address. Pick me up on Saturday at noon. I'll give you one chance.

"A date?" he asked hesitantly, unable to believe his luck.

She nodded.

"What would you like to do?"

Surprise me.

"All right. Let me text you my number now, love. Then I'll get out of your hair."

She gave him a clearly forced smile as he pulled out his phone, waiting until her phone chimed seconds later on her side table, and then stood up from the chair. "I'll see you soon."

She waved before grabbing the remote on the side table, pressing a button to turn on the television mounted to the wall.

XXX

Caroline let out a sharp breath as she considered her outfit choices. There was something oddly freeing about knowing that he probably wouldn't care what she wore (not that it would have mattered anyway), but she wasn't sure what sort of thing they'd be doing.

In retrospect, "surprise me" probably hadn't been one of her better ideas.

She bit her lip, holding up a pair of jeans and a top, finally settling on them, and pulled them on, scrunching her hair and putting on minimal make-up before checking the clock. She had fifteen minutes until her soulmate arrived.

She pulled on a pair of boots and a coat sat on her couch by the door to wait, her purse next to her, brand-new tablet clutched tightly in her hands.

When the doorbell finally rang, she got up and opened it, trying to keep her face blank. He was in casual clothes, a set of corded necklaces peeking out from under the fabric of his henley, hands stuffed in the pockets of his coat. His hair was windswept, skin slightly flushed from cold, eyes sparkling as he drank her in.

She blushed, inwardly cursing herself.

"Hello, love."

She turned to her tablet and typed out a message. "Hey. How are you?" the tablet said, the text-to-speech working perfectly.

"Nervous, to be honest. I hope you like what I have planned."

"I hope so too," she typed out. "For the sake of our souls."

Luckily for Klaus (and their souls), she did.

kc + college/university + fix-it + undercover married + surprises + coming without being touched - I give myself two outs, so no undercover married or surprises. / Hi, You've probably been asked this, but I was wondering if you could write a drabble of Klaus using Caroline as his canvas (like body paint kind of thing). I hope this makes sense! Roxxy / Klaus thinks Caroline is a word of art, and literally paints her body.

Klaus swore as he blearily opened his eyes before groaning and shoving the pillow over his head. The smoke detector in the ceiling of his dorm room was beeping every forty-five seconds or so, and it had been happening for three hours and wasn't showing any sign of stopping.

He grumbled to himself, reaching to pull over his laptop from where he'd shoved it on his desk and opening it to put in a work order.

He didn't bother trying to sound polite, midterms were the next week after all, and made sure to explicitly say that he should be there when the maintenance person came to fix the smoke detector.

Perhaps it was paranoid of him, but he didn't want anyone near his art supplies when he wasn't there. High quality paintbrushes were expensive, and though his parents were practically made of money, he most definitely was not.

He then grabbed his noise cancelling headphones and closed his eyes, glad that he didn't have classes on Wednesday until noon.

XXX

At ten o'clock he opened to door for the maintenance person who was knocking, preparing to slip on his headphones and stay out of his way, when he realized that it wasn't a him.

In fact, it was a gorgeous blonde in a tight t-shirt, jeans, and boots holding a toolkit.

"Hi. Klaus Mikaelson, right?"

"Yeah."

"Great. I'm Caroline. I'm here to replace the batteries in your smoke detector?"

"Right. Er...Come in."

He stood aside and sat back down on his bed, nodding when she asked if she could use the desk chair to stand on, and tried to focus on the laptop rather than the way the tight t-shirt clung to her form, the v-neck allowing him delicious glimpses of her creamy cleavage.

He could tell she knew that he was looking, because she stiffened for a moment, but he couldn't help but wonder if the exaggerated way she reached for the alarm cover wasn't to push her breasts up just a bit more, or whether the arch of her back as she bent to get the new batteries wasn't to emphasize her arse.

He almost automatically reached for his sketchbook as she bit her lip while she carefully unscrewed the alarm cover, and by the time she'd replaced the batteries and screwed the cover on he had an outline of her face.

She pretended not to notice, however, and bid him a good day, telling him that if he was 'satisfied with her performance' (he tried not to choke at her words, and could have sworn she'd winked at him) he could fill out a survey online to give her feedback.

He unabashedly stared at her arse when she left, licking his lips at the way her jeans were practically painted on her body.

XXX

He'd spent two days trying to see if Caroline the Hot Blonde Technician actually went to school and was doing work-study or whether she honestly was a technician, but he hadn't seen her wandering around campus.

That meant that there was only one way to see her.

He waited until Tuesday (because he assumed that Caroline had fixed hours) and carefully unscrewed one end of the curtain rod from the edge of his window, throwing the screw in the trash room and putting in a work order for someone to fix his curtain.

The day after he put in the work order form, he stayed in his room to study, justifying the heat of early fall as a reason to keep his shirt off.

He smirked when he heard the knock on his door and painted a surprised look on his face as he opened it to see Caroline standing there with an eyebrow raised, tool kit in hand. He fought down a smirk as she blatantly let her eyes run down the muscles of his chest, taking in the tattoos, before looking up at him, her eyes heated.

"So, what's wrong with your curtain rod?"

"It's broken," he said airily with a shrug of his shoulders, moving to let her look at the window, sitting on his bed and immediately pulling out his sketchbook.

Again, she pretended not to notice as he sketched, now filling in the curve of her shoulders, the way the t-shirt hugged her body, and when she stepped down mere minutes later, she gave him the same heated look she had when she'd come in, her eyes darting quickly to the picture of her on his sketchbook before she settled on his face again.

"Go ahead and fill out the survey online if you are satisfied with the way I handled your rod," she said, her voice casual, though he saw the sparkle of a wicked smirk in her eyes.

"Oh, I'm quite satisfied."

"Great. Good luck with midterms."

"Thank you, love."

He glanced at his sketchbook again, knowing that he'd probably have to do one more session with her.

XXX

It was clear that she knew exactly what he was up to, and so he wasn't at all guilty when he broke the plastic beam that held up the bottom drawer of his desk.

She simply walked past him when he opened the door the next week without a greeting, groaning when she saw that the drawer was the one closest to the floor.

"Seriously? Would you just like me to pose, or were you hoping that you could stare at my ass for five minutes?" she asked dryly as she knelt to inspect the damage, the position giving him an excellent view of her on her hands and knees.

"Would you be willing to?" he shot back.

"Depends. How do you want me?"

He swallowed audibly, the innuendo dripping from her tone made his cock twitch in his pants, her meaning perfectly clear.

"In terms of art, you mean?"

She rolled her eyes, her lips twitching as she turned back to his desk, quickly drilling it back into position and sliding his drawer into place. "Do you want to paint me?"

He knew what she meant, of course, his eyes darting to his blank canvas and collection of paints that were carefully stored on the top shelf of his open closet.

Thank you, Mr. Saltzman, for requiring water-based paint for that shitty group project...

However, he still couldn't help but imagine her on her hands and knees, her arse and the backs of her thighs marked with his come.

He was lost in his fantasy for a second too long and vaguely realized she'd started talking again.

"-wouldn't be very professional of me to let you touch me, would it? As pleasurable as it would be..."

He smirked. "I wouldn't have to touch you with my hands to give you pleasure, Caroline."

Her eyes widened slightly, and she seemed to be considering his words for a moment before she took a step towards him, reaching to rest a hand on his chest, cocking her head to the side.

"Show me," she said, her voice slightly breathy, and he wondered if she was trying to kill him.

She probably was, he decided as she fiddled with the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head.

"I'll need you as a canvas for that, love," he said, his voice husky.

"Do you want me to strip for you, Klaus?"

He swallowed, immediately regretting the action when he saw her wicked smile, and nodded, watching her with heated eyes as she kicked off her boots and unfastened her jeans. She slid them off, stepping out of them and undoing her bra, letting it drop to the floor. She hooked her thumbs around the lace of her thong, bending slowly to slide it off.

"Should I lie down?" she asked, sweeping her hair over her shoulder with a casual movement that entranced him.

"Please do, love," he said, managing to gather himself enough to walk to his closet to select the colors of paint. When he turned back, he nearly dropped the three jars he'd picked when he saw her on her back in his bed. Her hair was pooled around her, legs slightly spread, arms crossed over her head as though she'd been tied to the headboard with invisible scarves (he filed that visual away for later use during what he was sure would be a series of fantasies starring Caroline).

"Like this?" she asked, the picture of wide-eyed innocence.

"Just like that," he confirmed, putting the paints on his bedside table and grabbing a clean brush, which was flat with thick, soft bristles. He knew exactly what he was going to paint, and unscrewed the first jar, which was a deep blue. He dipped his brush into the jar, lifting it to drip paint on her abdomen, smiling at her sharp intake of breath.

He watched as goosebumps erupted on her skin as she painted, her full lips parting slightly as he dragged the paintbrush against her stomach. She was rubbing her thighs together, her teeth sunk into her lower lip as she looked up at him through her eyelashes.

"Do you like that, love?" he asked, covering her skin with smooth even strokes of his brush.

She nodded, a small moan escaping her as he re-dipped his brush, dripping the liquid over one of her nipples before dabbing at it.

Her nipples peaked from the cold, her back arching as she moaned quietly. He dragged the brush down her skin and under the curve of her breast, just lightly teasing her with the bristles. She squirmed underneath his touch, her teeth sinking into her lower lip as she moaned.

"Hold still, love. Wouldn't want to smudge the piece…"

She stilled immediately, moaning as she brushed paint slowly along her creamy skin, staining it with color, and she gasped softly every time he pulled it away to dip it in the paint, shivering slightly when he touched the bristles to her skin again.

He was hard, the image of her spread out for him as he stained her skin with color unbelievably arousing, and he couldn't help but want to prolong it as long as possible. His strokes were short and light, and she was clearly trying to stay still, though she didn't quite succeed when he flicked her other nipple with the tip of the brush, making her gasp.

"Are you wet for me right now, Caroline?"

She nodded, her breath catching in her throat as he dragged a long line of paint down her abdomen, and he smirked as she gasped.

"Touch me," she whispered, looking at him with dark, hazy eyes, and he had to fight the urge to run his hands down her body, to get them as paint-stained as her skin while he made her come.

"I told you that you'd come without my touch, and you will. I never go back on my word, sweetheart."

"What if I wanted you to?"

He held her gaze for a few moments, sure neither of them was breathing, and his paintbrush clattered to the floor as he pulled off his shirt, Caroline eyeing his skin hungrily as he undressed completely. He slid on top of her, the half-dry paint staining his skin as he touched her, and groaned as the tip of his cock brushed against her wet folds.

Her hand moved to his hair, dragging his lips against hers as he reached to stroke him before positioning his cock at her entrance. She moaned against his mouth as he pushed in, rolling her hips against his.

They were breathing raggedly when he pulled away from her lips to just look at her, her skin flushed, lips parted, eyelids heavy. "Please move," she whispered, arching her back, and he obliged, his lips taking hers in rough, biting kisses as he slammed into her, the bed frame shaking slightly with every movement.

She moaned into his mouth, her hands moving from above her head to tangle in his hair, her legs wrapping around his waist as she cried out, her head tipping back as his lips dragged along her skin.

"Oh my god…"

"I love the way you look like this, Caroline. I love the way the paint stains your skin. You are a masterpiece."

She gasped as he dragged his teeth along her jaw before his tongue replaced them, soothing the bite before he spoke again.

"What do you need, Caroline? How can I make you come?"

"Faster. Harder. Please…Oh my god, fuck, Klaus…"

He grinned as he pounded into her harder, the frame shaking, her fingernails clawing at his back as she writhed against him, sobbing out his name.

"Come for me, love," he whispered, biting her ear softly, and she shattered around him. He spilled inside of her moments later, pressing soft languid kisses to her lips. "So beautiful," he muttered in between kisses.

She responded, her fingers still tangled into his hair, but she froze abruptly, biting her lip when he pulled back, looking away. "I'm still on the clock. How am I supposed to leave covered in paint?"

"Well, I suppose there's an answer to that, love. I have a shower down the hall, and you are welcome to use it."

"I'm on the clock, Klaus."

"I can break it for you?" he offered teasingly, and she huffed.

"Seriously?"

He gave her a look of wide-eyed innocence, and she rolled her eyes, shaking her head with a smile. "Well, if you say there might be something wrong with it, I guess we can always check."

He smirked and leant down to kiss her again, dragging his lips over hers slowly. "I think it might be necessary."

"Do you go here, or do you just work here?" he asked an hour (and another round) later as she pulled her t-shirt over her head, and she laughed, the sound almost musical, her smile bright and playful.

"I go here. My dad's favorite hobby was fixing things around the house, so I knew a lot of it already. We were short on people filling work orders, so I do it for my workstudy."

"What are you majoring in?"

"Journalism with a minor in Dance. I'd ask about you, but…" she trailed off, gesturing to his art supplies.

"I'm a double major, actually. Studio Art and Criminology."

"Wow," she said, her eyebrows raised. "Cool."

"Thank you," he said.

"I know this is a bit out of order, but will you come to dinner with me tomorrow?" she asked abruptly, and he smiled at her, all dimples.

"Of course, sweetheart."

Thank you for reading! I hope you liked them :) Please let me know if you have any feedback. Did you have a favorite between the two? Favorite part? Let me know :D
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-Angie