Klaus' third rule when teaching Caroline to fight

They stood facing opposite each other, inching around in a tight circle. Blue flames staring into a blue thunderstorm, every movement was studied and carefully calculated. Caroline couldn't deny that she never felt freer than she did in these moments with Klaus. For three months now she had been learning from him everyday how to be the fighter, to be more than the blonde distraction.

A bead of sweat rolled down the side of Caroline's face and she instantly faltered disgusted she was sweating. Klaus immediately pounced towards her, fangs and all, with a ferocious snarl. Hands flashed up in front of her face, an automatic reaction to him pouncing. Adrenaline pumped her through veins when she felt the block through the air, reaching down to halt the second attack to her gut.

They sparred on, each going on the offensive and defensive. Caroline threw a powerful kick but Klaus caught her foot, running his hands up the bare skin of her calf with a wolfish grin. Caroline felt the heat spike threw her but she was determined to not buckle under the intensity of his gaze. Kicking her other leg up, she twisted out of his hold and fell to the ground before popping back up. Never in her life had her cheerleading skills been so useful.

Klaus smirked at the display of flexibility; she never ceased to amaze him. He had been tempting her since day one and she had never given in once, it was their little game. He would throw a searing look here or there, hot breath tickling her ear, or holding her against him longer than necessary. Caroline would push back by showing just the right amount of cleavage, wrapping her legs tightly around him as she used her body to flip him over and grind just a little harder into his pelvis all the while twinkling in her eyes.

He didn't know how much longer he could take it; even his patience and self control were wearing thin. Then today she came over wearing a pair of ridiculous short red shorts. He had a hard time keeping focus, the long slender legs begging to be touched with firm curve of her behind barely covered by the thin red material. She was trying to drive him crazy, he knew and she knew it. So Klaus let her because he knew before the day was through she was going to be out of those shorts and in his arms.

Caroline struck out another leg, knocking Klaus out on his feet but she couldn't move fast enough before he rushed her. Flashing her fangs at him, he grabbed her by the middle and pinned her roughly down. But Caroline simply wrapped her foot around his ankle, rolling them over and surprisingly trapping him. She retracted her fangs sweetly smiling down at him before frowning.

"Don't pin me," she snarled, she couldn't stand being pinned.

Klaus growled, easily breaking free of her grip on his wrists and shoved her across the room. Caroline slammed into the wall cracking it; the move would have killed a human. Caroline scooted back on her butt getting out of the way as Klaus came back in for another assault, yanking his feet out from underneath him with all her strength. Klaus grunted as he smacked face first into the floor, the stinging pain alerting him to a broken jaw.

Caroline froze, crawling back over to him. Panicking, she tenderly rolled him over onto his back to inspect the damage his face. Klaus felt her hovering over him, lightly trying to touch the already healing bone. Klaus moved his jaw up and down trying to hasten the receding white hot pain shooting across his eyes. She had never gotten the upper hand on him before and it was an interesting feeling that he didn't like.

"Klaus," Caroline squeaked, "Are you okay? I'm so sorry."

It was a silly question she knew but he wasn't talking to her yet and she was freaking out. Klaus opened his eyes, the pain to a level he could easily handle and saw a halo of blonde curls falling around his face. Caroline was just above him pants of breath tickling his mouth and her chest heaving against him, pressing her breasts firmly into his chest. She was tossing a nervous glance between his eyes and the broken jaw, waiting for the all clear that he was back together.

Klaus wasn't thinking about the pain, he could only focus on was the curve of her body against him. All the desire he had ever felt manifested itself in one sudden pulse. Instead of replying to Caroline's question he grabbed her hips and pressed them down against his pelvis, allowing Caroline to feel exactly how he felt. Caroline's eyes narrowed for a fraction of a second because he hadn't answered her but the feeling of him pressing up against her core finally broke her down.

She glanced at his mouth unconsciously licking her lips and then towards his eyes. The blue storm morphed into a raging inferno and Caroline felt her body flush with all her pent up need for him. Twining her hands his sandy hair she slammed her lips onto his, finally finding some release as he moved his full lips feverishly against hers.

Klaus pushed his tongue into her mouth, exploring ever inch of her claiming dominance that she tried to fight against. Anchoring one hand on the small of her back and dragging the other hand up her side, molding his hands to curve of her waist, flicking out and teasing the exposed skin of her breast he wrapped it around the back of her neck pressing her further into him. In a blur of movement Klaus flipped them, cradling Caroline below.

Smirking against her lips he pulled away just a fraction, Caroline turning her attention to loosening his pants, "I have decided on a new rule, love."

Caroline stared at him incredulously, "You cannot be serious."

Klaus chuckled at her angry glare, reaching down to trail kisses along her jaw. Reaching down he ripped the little excuse of clothing off her body and tossed them away, "Rule three: no red shorts."

Caroline giggled in response, nodding and happily returning to ridding him of his own clothes.