A/N: I know I deserve to be thrown to the hounds, but I've had ugly writers block, I've been writing this drabble since July. This was originally written for my friend Iphi's birthday (kcismyreligion on tumblr and ). It's just some casual AU fluff and smut.
The problem with being in a group of friends is that there is always one that you aren't fond of, that you sometimes 'forget' to invite to group events, who when they say the simplest sentence annoys you as if they just dragged their nails down a blackboard.
Caroline was an amicable person; she liked people and people just happened to like her too. She boasted that she could melt the hearts of even the sourest of people...but then there was Klaus Mikaelson - the exception to the rule, the one who made her want to claw out her own eyeballs while simultaneously murdering him - slowly, to inflict maximum pain.
She didn't know what it was about the older Mikaelson that made her see red but all of her interactions with him either ended up in her storming away or a scoff and an eyeroll, and a smirk on his end. Sometimes she simply believed that the gods had put him on earth just to irk her.
Caroline's history with the Mikaelson's began during one summer when she was nine years old. She was in England visiting her paternal grandmother (who had emigrated in order to marry her long term penpal - don't ask it's a long story) when she befriended Rebekah Mikaelson, who lived next door. Rebekah did not have many friends, she blamed it on her overprotective parents and the fact that they moved around a lot, but during that summer Rebekah and Caroline developed a friendship that lasted through letters, emails and eventually texts until Rebekah made the big move over to the States.
Caroline's relationship with Klaus wasn't that rosy in the slightest. When they were younger Klaus was Rebekah's constant companion and she thinks a part of him resented that she took her away him that summer, that Rebekah had someone else to spend time with and because they were so similar, Rebekah forged a bond with her which she did not have with her brother.
Her first clue into this, was when he tried to convince their mother (one scary woman) that Caroline was a bad influence on Rebekah and they should not be spending time together (Caroline and Rebekah still found a way), then there was that month where Rebekah received none of the letters that Caroline sent her but later found them in a bundle in Klaus' room, and then years later when Klaus got a job in New York and started spending more time with Caroline and Rebekah, it was the open animosity and mocking tone he employed towards her.
So that was why when she stood alongside her bags at JFK airport she groaned unattractively as she saw Rebekah approach and a familiar blonde head tailing after her with luggage of his own.
"Really Rebekah, you had to bring the fun police along?" The distaste in her voice evident.
"Now, now love, what kind of a greeting is that? It almost makes me feel unwelcome," he responded.
"Well then, mission accomplished."
"Play nice you two," Rebekah said, turning to Caroline, "He wanted to come along, apparently he has some business to discuss with Elijah, and Katherine said it's alright. Where's everyone else?"
"Bonnie and Elena are running late, Stefan just went to go get a cup of coffee," Caroline replied, "And you better make sure he's on his best behaviour, I won't allow anyone, even an egotistical bastard, ruining my much needed vacation."
Klaus saluted her mockingly before moving over to take a seat while they waited for the others. Caroline sighed deeply, there went her relaxing weekend.
They were travelling to Los Angeles to visit their friend Katherine, an actress who had recently got her big break on a network television series, and her husband Elijah, who just happened to be yet another Mikaelson sibling. Caroline had been working on a contract for over a month, nights and weekends included, and she had finally closed the deal, this weekend away was her chance to relax. But now that seemed impossible, with the addition of Klaus to their party.
Luckily, because Klaus had booked his ticket after them, he wasn't sitting near them on the plane and she had a full six hours where she didn't have to deal with him constantly annoying her.
The hotel however was a different story, somewhere up there there was a god that hated her and somehow Klaus had managed to snag the room right next to hers. And yes, she was currently in talks to change Murphy's Law to Caroline's Law. She sighed loudly, when he pulled his key card out of his pocket in front of room 506, and she swiped hers outside 504.
"What did I do in this world that was so horrific that I'm stuck with you for the entire weekend?" She quirked.
"Oh come on, love, it won't be that bad. I keep you on your toes, keep things interesting. Plus the receptionist said that we have an adjoining balcony so you can maintain your favorite hobby of walking in on me naked," he smirked.
"That was one time!" She exclaimed, "And I didn't have my contacts in and mistook your bedroom for the bathroom, I didn't even see anything."
"Now why do you sound so disappointed?"
"I don't, I, I, I mean, I wasn't disappointed," she stuttered.
He laughed loudly before opening his door, "You look so adorable when you're flustered. Remember dinner is at 7, don't overdo it at the mini-bar."
He disappeared behind the door as she stood in the hallway, annoyed.
She didn't know why he always got to her, she thought to herself as she sipped on her glass of red wine (what? technically she was paying for it, she might as well indulge), she usually prided herself on being able to withstand annoyances but Klaus Mikaelson always seemed to get a reaction out of her.
It wasn't even as if he was particularly witty or she was extremely sensitive, he just always knew which buttons to press and she always played along with his games. She did not question why, or dared to read too much into the situation but even she had to grudingly admit that he did make things more interesting.
(And he called her adorable?! What was that about?)
The dinner was a collection of air kisses, barrel laughs, and overflowing of champagne. Katherine, who sparkled in New York, seemed to become a glamazon in Los Angeles. Her television role came complete with a new look, new joie de vie and a smile that could stop traffic. She was happy, she was fulfilling a dream and Caroline was so proud of her for going for what she wants.
Katherine was introduced to their group of friends when she started dating Elijah. At that time, she was playing small bit roles on Broadway, biding her time until she got her big break, and Elijah was a suave entrepreneur, creating businesses where no one else could even imagine. He was a mover and shaker of the modern business world and one rainy Thursday he moved and shaked into a little Broadway actress, knocking her clear off the New York sidewalk that she sprained her ankle. Distraught with remorse, he carried her to E.R., stayed with her until she was all bandaged up, transported her back to her apartment and just happened to fall in love with her during their adventure, and the rest is history.
Katherine quickly befriended Caroline and Rebekah and soon the in-love couple were part of their fold, followed soon by her twin sister Elena and along with Caroline's old friend Bonnie, Rebekah's boyfriend Stefan and (sigh) Klaus they had a nicely balanced group of friends that could easily rival the characters on a sitcom like Friends or How I Met Your Mother (or so they liked to believe).
There quiet reunion dinner that night quickly turned into a noisy affair when the 'remember that time' game became a little too rawkus and Elijah suggested they moved to a more secluded destination where the entire Hollywood wouldn't hear about that time that Stefan walked in on him shaving his pubic hairs (to be honest, most of the group wished that they could unhear that story).
Once they had departed the restaurant, Caroline stopped dead in her tracks on the sidewalk, "It's Friday night, we're in LA, we're young, I'm hot, we need to go to a club or something and get wasted. I didn't cross the country to chill at home, this is supposed to be my 'free and wild' weekend."
"And a 'visit my friend Katherine' weekend," Katherine piped in.
"Yes, of course that too. I don't have more fun than we are all out together, So let's go shake our patooties in honor of youth, beauty and freedom!" Caroline exclaimed as she started marching down the road.
"Calm down, Enroljas," Bonnie responded, grabbing her arm, "We first need to get a cab."
Klaus put out his cigarette in the ashtray and turned to his sister who was sitting opposite him, "I'm probably going to be off soon, this music is getting a little tedious for me."
"Sure old man," Rebekah replied, "You're becoming more like Elijah everyday."
"Hey now be fair on the man, Katherine has an early morning rehearsal, he had to get his wife home," Klaus responded.
Rebekah raised her eyebrow, "And if she didn't he would have invented some international conference call that he had and made one of us take her home."
Klaus laughed, "I must admit when Caroline suggested we go to a club, all I thought of how uncomfortable he'd be in the setting, but Elijah is an obliging bloke."
Rebekah laughed with, "Speaking of Caroline, she seems to have accomplished her mission of getting sloshed." She pointed to Caroline grinding up against some very muscled man.
Klaus narrowed his eyes, "I see so, you should probably get her home sometime soon as well."
"Why? Let her have her fun. You didn't see her these past few weeks, that contract really had her stressed out. I was considering getting her horse shampoo that's how worried I was that she'd lose all her hair and I would have to explain to people that she's not Britney Spears circa 2009."
Klaus rolled his eyes, "Rebekah, you're so dramatic. But I do fear if you just leave her be, she'll end up going home with that beefcake and we all know how she'd regret it. Let's not have her fun and relaxing weekend tainted by regrets."
Rebekah took a sip of her drink, "Oh you sound so poetic when you try and make up excuses. Well if you're so certain that she'd regret having scandalous sex with that beautiful beautiful, ripped man on the dance floor who clearly seems to be into her than you can go and fetch her and then we all can leave now."
Klaus nodded grudgingly before going to the dance floor and attempted to separate Caroline from her dance partner, who tried to put up a bit of a fight but Klaus silenced him with a few choice words, and then dragged a very angry Caroline back to their table where Rebekah, Elena, Bonnie and Stefan were already waiting.
"He was cute," she told herself as she laid on her hotel bed. It had only been an hour since she left the club and she could not exactly remember what the dance partner that Klaus so crudely removed her from looked like. At that point she was sure he was super hot, but now she wasn't so sure. She did however remember that he smelled like Hugo Boss and that his t-shirt was definitely a few sizes too small.
But still he was hot, and would have made a decent sex partner for the night.
Urgh Klaus wasn't only annoying, he was also a cockblock.
Still that guy could have tried a little bit harder to fight for her.
She sighed again, this was her life, just one almost after another. She got up to pour herself some bottled water from the mini fridge and opened up the patio door to the balcony, it was a beautiful night and she wasn't quite ready to let it go just yet.
She exhaled slowly, regardless of whether or not she had sex with some random good-looking stranger she had fun, letting loose and spending time with her friends, that's exactly what she needed to unwind. She was about to gulp down the rest of her water and head back inside when she smelt the wafting smell of smoke.
She turned her head sharply to the left where the smoke was coming from and was surprised to see Klaus standing just a few feet away from her, staring at her and smoking casually.
"Creepy, much?" She scoffed.
"Hey, I was just hanging out on my balcony, thinking about important things and smoking, you are the one that intruded into my personal time," he responded.
"And the staring? You could have made yourself known instead of keeping quiet and almost giving me a heart attack."
"It isn't my fault that you are too wrapped up in your own world to notice what's going on around you," he countered.
"But it is your fault that I went home alone!" She shot back.
He smirked for a moment, before turning away from to look over the balcony again, "Let's not pretend that that wasn't exactly what you wanted me to do, love."
"Why would I want you to ruin my night?"
"Please, I hardly ruined your night. You didn't want to go home with that bloke and you would have regretted it the next day. I was just saving you from yourself," he ashed out his cigarette and turned to look at her, "Plus we both know he's not the one you wanted to be going home with anyhow."
"And pray, wise Yoda, who do you think I wanted to go home with?" she retorted.
"Why, me, of course," he replied as he stepped closer to her.
She laughed humorlessly, "You are clearly delusional, I want nothing to do with you, not since -"
"Not since the last time you were drunk, do you remember that Caroline?" he took another step closer to her.
She remained silent, gripping her water glass firmer.
He didn't wait for her to reply and just carried on talking, "I sure do, actually I recall it often, mostly at night…"
His eyes bored into hers as he covered her hands with his and slowly removed the water glass from it, and set it down on the small table on the balcony.
"Let me remind you what happened," he moved closer to her, she was staring up at him as if she was struck mute by his words (or it could just be the alcohol that made everything fuzzy).
Klaus tapered an arm around her slim waist and moved his lips down to her ear and started whispering, "There I was, just minding my own business and walking out of my bedroom just a three short months ago, when the blonde goddess of my dreams hurled herself at me," he started walking them backwards until they were up against the wall between their separate patio doors.
"She pushed me up against the wall, and then her perfect lips touched mine, and I was lost in oblivion," without delay, he kissed her with an odd bout of gentleness which she never really attributed to him before. His lips pressed against hers and his tongue slowly coaxed her lips apart and she allowed him to deepen the kiss as it became more passionate, less controlled, more fervored.
She remembered the moment he was recalling all too well, she knew fully well that she sought him out that day that she got trashed at the home he shared with Rebekah,while Rebekah and Stefan were getting all too friendly, she knew she wanted Klaus and her alcohol made her a whole lot braver and carefree than she usually was. Klaus had indulged for a while, even though it appeared as if he enjoyed it, before he stopped her and put her to bed in one of their spare rooms. The next morning she woke up confused and humiliated and she had been avoiding Klaus or being purposely antagonistic to him since, she didn't want him to think she was hung up on him or anything.
His body moved closer to her, trapping her against the firm walls of the hotel, his hips moving against her torturously as his lips started to kiss a path down her neck. She whimpered softly, now she knew why so many of his ex girlfriends stalked him, the boy had talents.
"Are you going to push me away like you did last time?" She groaned out as she felt his manhood begin to harden against her.
"I'm way to drunk to even attempt to stop this," he murmured back at her, "Plus I've been waiting three months for you to acknowledge this, I'm not letting you go now." He paused and pulled back from her slowly, looking her in the eyes before saying, "Unless you want to stop?" His eyes were practically pleading with her not to say no, but she didn't need any convincing as she whispered, "No, don't stop."
Klaus didn't resume his place, but picked up her hand and led her into his bedroom, she followed diligently behind him until he shut his patio door and stalked towards her again, cupping her face, his course thumbs stroking her cheeks almost reverently before he brought her face closer to his and kissed her again. His mouth devouring hers, his tongue duelling with hers, savouring in her taste, he drank like a starving man.
He pulled away from her to start taking off her jacket. "You have no idea how long I've been dreaming about doing this, being with you," he breathed.
Her hands went to the hem of his grey henley shirt as she stroked his chest and lightly brought the fabric up with her hands and over his head. "I've had a crush on you since I was nine, I just always thought you were out of my league."
"I never hated you, I was antagonistic to your relationship with Rebekah because you wanted to spend time with her and not me."
Her dress hit the floor.
"I intentionally walked in on you naked."
His jeans.
"I have a sketchbook with just pictures of you."
Her bra.
"I still have a flower you randomly sent me for Valentine's Day when I was 13."
His socks and shoes.
"It wasn't random."
Her panties.
"Neither was the kiss."
His boxers.
They were bare in front of each other, physically and emotionally, all their missed moments, undisclosed feelings, attempts to mask how they really felt with hostility, had led them to this point - drunk, naked, but finally honest about how they felt about each other.
They rushed at each other at the same time, Caroline jumped and wrapped her legs around him as he cupped her ass, their lips fused together as they moved towards the bed. Klaus tossed her onto the bed lightly and climbed up her body as she settled against the pillows. His eyes predatorily washed over her naked form, drinking her in before he kissed her again, almost as if he was grateful that she was giving him the chance just to see her like that.
His lips moved to the column of throat, as he reverently gave her open mouth kisses, sucking hard, leaving marks, making sure that the next day she wouldn't be able to deny their liaison because his marks would be displayed on her body. Even through all of his fantasies, and his planning and his joining of their trip, paying the receptionist to give him the room next to hers, and convincing himself that this would be the weekend that he finally told her how he felt, he never ever thought that he would be ending the first night with her squirming naked underneath him.
As his mouth moved further and further down her perfect body his hand moved from her waist, brushed over her belly, and rested at the apex of her thighs. He felt Caroline breathe in anticipation below him as his fingers slowly entered her, the first one exploring and then another one joined it as he picked up the pace - stroking her, feeling how wet she was for him, how much he turned her on, it was enough to send him over the edge already. His fingers started pumping her faster, his thumb brushing over her clit as his mouth latched onto her breast - sucking, licking, biting - as his other hand caressed her other breast. The multiple ministrations caused her to unravel, Klaus sure knew what he was doing as she felt the sensations in her abdomen started to build up.
"Klaus," she grunted. Klaus carried on with his ministrations, his fingers that were inside of her, now moving more ferociously, almost as if the sound of her voice gave him more determination.
"Klaus!" She said more confidently, "Klaus, as good as this feels, I really need you inside of me already, I've waited too long."
Klaus looked up at her, his eyes looked dazed over, as if he had just woken up from hypnosis, but with in seconds his familiar smirk was back on his face, "But what part of me do you want inside of you? My fingers, my tongue or my cock?"
Caroline shuddered at the tone of his voice, "Your cock, oh god, your cock."
"And how do you -"
Before Klaus could finish his sentence, Caroline grabbed onto his shoulders, and tossed him onto his back on the bed, she climbed over him, straddling his waist, her wet heat perched right above his hard cock.
"You talk too much," She whispered before she slowly lowered himself onto him. They both groaned loudly as he filled her, her walls stretching as they got used to his size and they continued going until she was filled to the hilt. Klaus lost all sense for a minute as he revelled in how right it felt to be inside of her, but after she lifted herself up and slammed onto him again he knew that there was no going back for him, no other woman before had fit him as well as Caroline.
His hands moved up to her waist as he guided her movements, helping her as she rode him. Her head tossed back, her eyes closed, she looked a wild goddess, his goddess. He began to thrust up as her pelvis moved in revolutions. His other hand kneaded her breast reverently, as she cried out his name, again and again in adulation. He moved closer to her as his hands spread across her back and he began to kiss her neck again, his lips moving up before he caught her mouth in a passionate kiss. There was something extraordinary that heated up his body when they were connected, something different, something special.
Caroline felt the heated coil that had been building up in her abdomen snap as she began to move more ferociously above him and she cried out to him and all the deities as she came undone above him, it wasn't many ministrations later and he joined her into oblivion. They fell onto the bed, tangled up in each other, breathing deeply as they came down from their respective highs.
Klaus kissed her again, robbing her of breath, forcing her to share his. "That was indescribable," he whispered against her lips.
She smiled brightly at him. "I'm still too drunk to go another round, but tomorrow, tomorrow I want to have you seven more times," she mumbled as her eyes started drooping closed.
Klaus just chuckled in response.
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