A/N: I know it's been a while, I've been battling writer's block like a mofo, but this finally finished. It was for the klaroline69 blog and the prompt was: Klaroline as a celebrity couple.

This is dedicated to my friends Tanya (angellus08) and Yana (queenofklaroline) both whom I promised drabbles for their birthday and I didn't pull through.

Their relationship was a series of 'what if's'. What if their characters had gotten together? What if his show hadn't gotten cancelled? What if she didn't get married? What if she had accepted that lift home with him after that party?

She had tried not to think about him over the past five years, feigning indifference whenever an interviewer mentioned him. Apparently the 'almost relationship' that their characters had, on the teenage television series that they were in, were more popular than any of the real relationships her character had engaged in, she credited good writing, the public credited greater chemistry. But she shrugged it off, her and Klaus' relationship was purely platonic and plus she always had a man waiting for her at home, who would wipe away any inappropriate thoughts that slithered into her mind about Klaus.

Her niggling attraction to Klaus was easy to brush off when they were on opposite sides of the country, when her only sightings of him were in magazines or passing by each other at award shows, they hadn't exactly maintained a relationship further than Twitter since the last time that they worked together, but that was the problem with reunions, they tend to force you to deal with feelings that you thought were long buried.

As usual when he walked into the room, all attention was diverted to him. He had a sort of presence that was difficult for Caroline to explain, it was an aura of confidence, the way he held himself, the self-assured smirk that adorned his face and made her stomach clench with familiar butterflies.

She nursed her drink, chatting to Bonnie Bennett, who had played her best friend in the teen drama, over trivial things like her current occupation as a sitcom darling and Bonnie's rising singing career, as she kept glancing at Klaus out of the corner of her eye as he made his way around the room, chatting to their former co-stars, both anxious and excited for him to get to her.

She sucked in a breath as she smelt the musky scent of his cologne mixed with the leather of his jacket (how did she remember that after five years?) and heard Bonnie say, "Klaus, how have you been?"

"I've been well, Bonnie," his suave English accent making Caroline feel tingly in ways that alcohol couldn't even attempt, "I heard your new album dropped, I have to go buy a copy and find another excuse to see you so you can personally sign it."

Bonnie giggled, "You would have to okay that with Jeremy first."

"Oh what Jeremy doesn't know won't hurt him," Klaus teased.

Bonnie shook her head and chuckled, "Still haven't changed, I see."

"I like to keep things interesting," Klaus responded, "Good evening Caroline." He turned to her as she looked up from her glass where she had studied every bubble in her drink.

"Hi Klaus, long time no see," she replied, pasting on her most cheerful smile. His eyes scouring her face in that all too familiar way that had her squirming all those years ago, and which time had not diminished.

"Um Klaus, it was great seeing you again, but I see Anna approaching Jeremy and I don't want any latent feelings to come out," Bonnie said as she made her way to her husband. Five years after they stopped working together, Bonnie and Jeremy's relationship had survived distance, rumors and all the other celebrity drama and Caroline could not help but to admire them.

"So those two are still making it work, I remember how he used to stare longingly at her on set," Klaus noted as he watched Bonnie join Jeremy at the bar.

"Yes," Caroline affirmed, "They're trying to break the co-stars never work stereotype."

"I've never believed that stereotype."

"Of course you wouldn't," she teased him; "You took quite a fancy to your co-stars, Mr. Big Action Drama Movie Star."

"You should talk last," he countered, "If I remember correctly, your relationship with Matt wasn't just on-screen, and if rumors serve, Jeremy too."

"Okay okay, let's leave the past in the past, unless you want me to bring up Hayley?" she lifted up her eyebrow questionably.

"No!" He exclaimed, "Never bring up that awful mistake again."

She laughed, for the first time that night and he smiled at her with so much affection that she took so much for granted during the years that they worked together.

"So I'm surprised, Mr. Big Movie Star, actually had time to come to a reunion of a teen TV show," she remarked as she swirled her drink.

He laughed softly. "I have a break between films and plus this small teen show made my career, it's the least I could do for Alaric and Jenna," he said as he gestured towards their former producers.

She nodded. "I know what you mean, I owe them so much. And they've been there for me, through everything." She stared at her drink again; unable to bring up the emotional anguish she had gone through over the past year.

"I was sorry to hear about your divorce," he said quietly, "I wanted to reach out to you, but I didn't want to intrude."

She smiled gratefully at him, "It was probably for the best, and I can't imagine the rumors the tabloids would have made up if we had been spotted together."

"Oh I can imagine, probably something along the lines of 'Klaus and Caroline together at last," he said lifted his hands in the area as if tracing a banner.

She laughed, "Or Klaus and Caroline, the new Ashton and Mila."

A sense of comfortableness fell over them, it was always like this with them, she noted to herself, so effortless, so easy, and with the wisdom that she gained over the years, she had to admit to herself that the chemistry between them that she had so often scoffed at was not just something made up by crazy fans, this was something different to what she had experienced with her other co-stars and somehow she knew he felt like that too.

"So, where's Camille tonight?" She asked.

"At home, I'm supposing," he responded in a disinterested tone.

"Well, according to US Weekly, the two of you are dating," she replied, cursing to herself, it probably made it sound like she was stalking him.

"According to US Weekly I'm dating many women, but yes, Camille and I were dating, but it got too serious so I called it off."

Caroline looked up at him, surprised, "Klaus Mikaelson, you aren't a young buck anymore, you have to start getting serious, get married, have some mini-Mikaelsons running around."

He chuckled at her dramatic comment before looking at her seriously, "I do intend on settling down someday but with the right woman, and Camille was not the right woman. She was just a passing fancy, I am cursed to always want the ones I can't have."

His stare penetrated her and she gulped down the rest of her drink, and swiftly took another one from a passing waitron. Klaus recognized the conflicting emotions plaguing her; he was all too familiar with it.

"So Jeremy was telling me, that he and Bonnie have been together for seven years," he said as a way to lighten the mood.

"Has it been seven years already?" she countered, "It seemed just the other day that we caught them making out at Jenna's birthday party. They were so sly, it took us all by surprise."

"I will never forget that night, for an entirely different," he responded, his eyes darkening.

"Klaus –" she looked at him pleadingly.

"Yes, I know, we had some unspoken agreement that we would never bring it up again. But my masochistic mind has been replaying that kiss on repeat for all these years, it almost makes me pity other women who have tried to compare."

"Klaus, don't go there."

"I know, I know, you never felt the way about me as I felt about you, and it was wrong for me to make you feel so uncomfortable when I knew you had already started seeing Jesse. And of course then it was the engagement and the wedding, you had to understand it was very difficult for me to keep working with you, knowing how I felt, and knowing that you would never reciprocate my feelings."

"Klaus, why are you telling me this now?"

"Because despite everything, I still hold a torch for you that so bright that everything else in my life pales in comparison and not time nor distance nor husbands would ever put it out. That kiss was not an impulse by a drunken fool, it was a plea of a desperate man so eager to feel connected to the one woman who had ever made him feel. Perhaps Rebekah is right and I am an idiot for falling for the wrong woman but I knew that I would not forgive myself if I left here tonight and did not tell you how I feel."

"Klaus, you're projecting, this isn't real, this is the problem with co-star relationships, you are mixing the emotions of the characters with your own, " she tried to reason with him.

"No!" He responded in a harsh whisper, "Don't cheapen this. Do you know when I knew I wanted you? The first day we spoke at the craft service table on my first day on set, before we shared a scene together, before the writers had even dreamt of us becoming love interests. Perhaps it was my enthusiasm for our scenes, which made them so special and so loved. Do you know that after all the films I've made and the other television series I've been on, that is still the only onscreen relationship I still get asked about?"

She was speechless, the honesty behind his confession catching her off-guard and she took a long sip from her glass.

Klaus looked at her for a moment, an expression of pain and absolute heartache adorning his handsome features, before he nodded lightly and turned to walk away from her.

She wanted to call him back, to reach out to him, to tell her that she was tired of fighting her feelings for him but the words never came out, her hands refused to stretch out to him and her legs were stuck in place as she watched him walk away from her for the second time.

The piano keys felt like butter beneath his fingers, the notes of Chopin that was burnt into his brain, filled the small lounge area of the hotel that they were all staying in. It was late and it was empty, so he made full use of the area and his semi-recognizable celebrity status in order to play through his conflicting feelings.

On one hand, it troubled him that he laid his heart on his sleeve for her to crush again, but on the other, he was glad she knew how he felt. The music reached a crescendo as he heard a small gasp behind him. He turned swiftly in his seat, expecting to find a lost bellboy, but instead he saw Caroline walking towards him.

His breath hitched for the second time that evening, her body snug in her tight black dress, just like his feelings, time did not diminish her beauty.

"I didn't know that you played," she said as she leant against the baby grand piano.

"There are lots of things you don't know about me, love," he responded as he turned back to the keys and continued playing.

"I didn't know you still felt this way, hell, I didn't know you felt that way then, I thought it was just a random kiss…"

"Don't lie to yourself, you always knew that you weren't just anybody to me and that kiss was anything but random," he replied, meeting her eyes again.

"I was young, I was confused, and I think a large part of me recognized your affection but feared the attraction I had to you, what it could mean, what we could be together. I crave control and I can't control myself around you, it's taking all of me to stand still right now."

"Then why are you?" he breathed out.

Within seconds the beautiful melodic sounds of Chopin was replaced by the cacophonous sound of random keys as Caroline launched herself at him, her lips collided with his, and in that moment he could have sworn that his mediocre piano playing was replaced by the sound of an orchestra of angels, he had imagined that moment so many items over the past couple of years but nothing prepared him for taste of her. He stood up, his lips devouring her, his tongue battling hers as he grabbed her by her waist and hoisted her onto the instrument.

She gasped for a moment, breaking apart as he maneuvered himself between her legs.

"You have no idea, how much I have thought about this," he whispered.

"How much?" She demanded, as she grabbed onto his tie to pull him closer to her and her stiletto-clad heels met behind his back.

His lips started creating a pattern from her clavicle to her ear, leaving wet kisses in its wake, his rough stubble scratching against her skin until he reached her ear and he whispered, "Everyday for seven years, only you."

She sucked in a breath as he thumbs moved over the straps of her dress, letting them fall down her arms, like he was unwrapping a gift that he had been waiting a long time for.

"I've thought about this too," she breathed out, causing him to pause for a second before carrying on with the task at hand, "Even when I was with Matt and Jesse, I couldn't stop thinking about you."

He captured her lips again lifting her body up to peal her skintight dress off of her and tossing it onto the floor.

He sighed, looking at her lingerie-clad body, almost unable to believe that she really was in front of him and he wasn't going to wake up from his perfect dream at any moment.

Her hands moved to his lapels, stroking his neck before she undid his tie and tossed to the ground, they broke apart for a second to breathe, before their hands were on each other again, his in her hair, and hers haphazardly undoing the buttons on his dress shirt. She forced his hands down, as she slipped his shirt off his shoulders, and she took a moment to admire his body. Working in Hollywood, she has seen her fair share of beautiful physiques and she had seen his too when they worked together. But in that moment, in that hotel, with that lighting, he looked perfect and she knew she was with the person she was meant to be with.

While she was mesmorised by his body, he had moved his hands to the back of her black lace bra, and snapped it open, causing the garment to fall away from her perfect body, his eyes darkened with lust, and his need became uncontrollable, primal as his hands moved to cup the perfect mounds, that times before he could only imagine.

He kissed across a jaw, down her neck, massaging her breasts simultaneously while his thumbs brushed against her hardened nipples and she shuddered.

It was obvious that he was more than adept at pleasuring women as his tongue moved across her collarbone, dipping into crevices, exploring her body. He was worshipping her with his mouth and his hands, and there was no place she would rather be.

The minute his plush lips met her full breast, she lost it. Her nails scraping across his scalp as she forced his head closer to her, his tongue sucking, his teeth nibbling and the entire sensation giving her more pleasure than she had ever had. He moved across to her other breast and gave it the same amount of attention before moving back up to claim her mouth in a bruising and possessive kiss.

Her hands moved instantly to his trousers, undoing the belt in record time and unzipping before pushing it down as far as she could, Klaus made no effort to help her as he carried on kissing her. Who was to know that he would learn the value of kissing, which he had often attributed to the innocence of adolescence before you move onto the main course, with this goddess in his arms, she revitalized the art, made him feel as if he was experiencing it for the first time.

Caroline's small hand reached in his boxer briefs and pulled his manhood out, stroking it expertly, her hands moving up and down in a rhythmic pace. Distracted, he tore his lips away from hers and let out the breath, overwhelmed by the pleasure her hands' were causing and the fact that it was her giving him such pleasure. Caroline moved closer and tugged on his ear with her teeth before whispering, "So Mr. Big Action Movie Star, how's about you show me some of that action?"

He groaned loudly, before grabbing her hands and removing them from his cock, she giggled at how fast he moved. His hands shot immediately to her lace panties and promptly began to peal it off her perfectly shaped legs, oh how many hours he had spent just staring at those legs, but what lay between them, was what he always thought was out of his reach but now here he was, positioned just outside her core while she was dripping for him.

He entered her slowly, giving her enough time to get accustomed to his size and ease herself through it and when she was filled to the hilt, he started moving, painfully slow.

He studied her, wanting to see every expression that crossed her face, every emotion, knowing that he was affecting her like this. He saw her teeth clench, her eyes shut close, her body arch until she moved her legs to meet across his backside pushing him further and her eyes snapped open and she breathed out, "Klaus, Klaus, Faster, I need more."

And he obliged, moving faster and faster, thrusting into her, his cock encompassed by the walls of her core, it felt right, perfect. He was already too far-gone in the pleasure of being surrounded by her, her body, her touch, her voice, her smell when he felt her convulse around, her orgasm shaking her body as she cried out his name in a muffled moan against his neck. He followed soon after, whispering her name like a lament. His reverence for her obvious in the way he said her name, the way he touched her, the way he looked at her.

When they finally plucked up the courage to pull away from each other and get dressed before a curious hotel staff member or disgruntled guest interrupted them, he sighed and smiled looking at her.

"So…dinner?"

"Klaus Mikaelson, I think you owe more that dinner for that performance," she chuckled before sighing, "The fans are going to have a field day, but for once I don't care."

A/N: How was that? Terrible smut? Too much Jodice undertones? Did it pain you to read? Are you so over Klaroline?

Let me know please!

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