Dedicated to goldcaught, because of her ever-inspiring tags that I pulled off a gifset a while ago and inspired this little drabble! Also to missingstars89 and howeverlongs, just because :)

Prompt: KC + good morning texts (#klaus: good morning caroline my love my morning breeze my sunrise over the crumbling mountain that is my ruinous soul#caroline: s er iously)

She had been slumbering peacefully, snuggled deep into her covers after a long night partying with Bonnie and Enzo, when it happened.

Her worst nightmare.

Beep.

At first, her mind barely registered it, the hollow noise of her phone signalling a new text with a loud ding. In that state between dreaming and wakefulness, she dismissed the noise as a dream, and burrowed back into the warmth of the blankets.

Beep.

Now gaining consciousness, she rolled over, throwing the covers up over her head, hoping the noise would go away.

Beep.

Beep.

"UGH!"

With a noise of protest, she flung her arm out to the bedside table, fumbling until her fingers found her phone. Muttering soft curses under her breath, swearing a fate worse than death on whoever woke her up at this ungodly hour–come on, it was barely 7 am on a freaking Saturday–she unlocked her phone.

From: Klaus

Good morning Caroline.

From: Klaus

My love

From: Klaus

My morning breeze

From: Klaus

My sunrise over the crumbling mountain that is my ruinous soul

She snarled. Literally.

Of freaking course it was Klaus who would wake her up so damn early. The Original hybrid was unhealthily chipper in the mornings, and though she appreciated the sentiment of his words–which ok, what is up with the flowery language this morning?–she was royally pissed.

So naturally, she opted to call him so he could hear the full force of her ire.

He answered on the second ring. "Good morning, love–"

"SERIOUSLY?! Do you have any idea what time it is? I know you might not comprehend this because you're old as dirt and was raised in an age where the whole 'early to bed, early to rise' mantra was law, but this is the 21st century. Where sleeping in is a beloved concept and written into law by most of the populace on Saturdays."

"Caroline, sweetheart, what on earth are you talking about?" Klaus's bewildered voice filtered through the speakers.

"Are you for real right now? You know EXACTLY what I'm talking about!"

"No, love, I'm afraid I'm completely at a loss as to what's got you all flustered. Would you care to enlighten me?"

"Great, now you're trying to make me look like the crazy one–"

"Caroline, I am doing nothing of the sort, if you would just explain to me–"

"Your freaking text messages you sent literally five minutes ago! The text messages which, might I add, woke me up from a very much needed sleep, you asshole!"

"I didn't send you any messages, Caroline."

"Really? 'Good morning Caroline, my sunrise, my love, my sun to my ruined mountain' or whatever the hell it was–"

"Honestly, I didn't!"

"Check your phone, then."

A pause. Then Klaus's confused voice. "But how–"

"So you did send them!"

"No, I swear I didn't, I've been out all morning with Kol and–" She could her Klaus pause before he snarled. "Kol, did you take my phone?"

She heard Kol's voice over the line, the other Original clearly shaking with laughter. "I thought I did a rather bang-up job impersonating you, Nik….now Nik, don't look at me like that, it was just a joke–"

She heard a few loud thumps and then the sound of Kol's cackling laughter before he apparently flashed away.

Klaus was breathing heavily when he finally responded. "Time to get the daggers."

Caroline sighed. "I'm going to shove one into his heart myself. Ugh." Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she paused, then smiled cheekily. "So, I'm your morning breeze and sunrise, huh?"

Klaus groaned. "The fact that you really believed I would send you that via text deeply disturbs me."

"Oh I'd believe it. We're talking about the same big bad Original hybrid who once wooed me with equally sweet words, at this great ball at his mansion. Something about Rome and Paris and fancying me. It was all very dramatic and poetic."

She could almost see him rolling his eyes. "For being woken up early, you are in quite the teasing mood, love."

"Nope, I'm still furious," she said breezily, flopping back onto the bed. "But I'm sure you can make it up to me."

"I wonder how I could possibly do that."

"Oh no, you are not trying to get out of this by seducing me," Caroline warned. "I want proper restitution."

A burst of air, and suddenly she was no longer alone in her room, a solid body pinning her to the bed, bright blue eyes gleaming at her own. She yelped, her body shivering with awareness at the sudden contact.

"Are you sure about that, sweetheart?" He whispered in her ear, his tongue flicking out to caress the skin of her ear, then made his way down her throat, the kisses searing into her skin and making her blood stir.

"Klaus! Get off!" She shoved at his shoulders but he held firm, one hand settling at her hip, the other cupping her cheek.

"You seem tense, love." An amused noise deep in his throat. "Let me help you relax."

He took her mouth in a bruising kiss, cutting off her sharp retort, the hand at her hip smoothing under her shirt and sliding up her rib cage, his strong thigh nudging her legs apart.

For the briefest moment, Caroline resisted, anger still simmering inside.

But her self-control was always shot to hell where Klaus was concerned, and today was no exception.

She twined her arms around his neck, breaking their kiss to lick and suck at his throat, hard enough to make a mark. Biting softly, she grinned against his skin when he groaned.

She slid her hands under his shirt, reveling in the feel of his skin warm against her own. His erection pressed intimately between her legs, the delicious pressure eliciting a loud moan from her. Klaus brought her back for a forceful kiss, his tongue swiping across her lips before she parted them, her own darting out to taste his. All too soon, he broke away, licking and sucking his way down her throat, across her collarbones, the tops of her breasts. He pulled down her camisole, his lips closing around one taut nipple, and let the barest hint of fangs scrape the delicate skin.

Her back arched, her gasp breathy, her hands threading in his hair desperately.

Suddenly, his hand slid down her stomach, slipping beneath her panties, one long finger slightly brushing her clit.

Caroline bit back a scream of pleasure, her arm reaching for the buckle of Klaus's jeans…only to meet cool air.

She sat up instantly, gaping in confusion at the sight of Klaus leaning up against the doorjamb, his trademark smirk exposing those delightful dimples.

"Klaus, come back to bed. Now."

His eyes twinkled merrily. "I'm afraid, sweetheart, seducing you is off limits–your words, may I remind you. I'm sure you'll get over it."

And with that, he flashed away, the echo of his deep laugh reverberating off the walls.

Groaning and still aroused, Caroline flopped back onto the bed, rubbing her hands over her eyes.

It was going to be a long day.