25 Days of Klaroline: Day 10 – Klaroline + Things

Caroline and Klaus are moving in together, but trying to find space for both their things is proving to be a challenge.

What's Mine is Yours

"Klaus!"

"I'm only in the next room, no need to shout love," Klaus said, walking through the doorway and looking at her curiously.

"What is this?" She asked holding up a stone statue in her right hand.

"That's my ancient statue of Nero, the God of War. Why?"

"More like a weapon you mean," she muttered. "Do we need to keep this thing?"

"Well given it belongs to me, I'm assuming so," he drawled, knowing where this was going. It had been happening all morning, ever since she arrived to move her things into his place.

They had been together for a year now, and Klaus was well and truly in love. So he figured moving in together was the logical next step in their relationship. Now he was wondering if it was the best idea.

"Do we really need to?"

"Yes, we do," he argued, taking it out of her grasp, scared it would end up in the trash. "When I asked you to move in, I didn't expect you to throw out all my things in the process."

"I'm sorry," she murmured, looping her arms around his neck and regarding him seriously. "I guess I just need some space to put my things."

"Oh you mean this?" He asked, breaking free to pick up something from one of her many boxes. "What do you need this for?"

"That's my hair curler," she pouted, grabbing it from him. "I thought you liked my hair that way?"

"Of course I do love," he said, his face softening slightly.

"I'm glad," she grinned, placing it back in the box. "But speaking of the bathroom, you're going to need to clear out a few drawers."

"A few?" He asked, cocking his left eyebrow.

"Just two, or three, or four," she said mumbling the last word.

"Why do you need four drawers?"

"I'm a woman Klaus," she drawled. Klaus felt the need to ask why that was relevant, but thought it was best to hold his tongue.

"Fine," he replied begrudgingly.

"The same with the closet," she added, walking purposefully towards the bedroom. Klaus rolled his eyes wondering what he'd gotten himself into. He prided himself on his wardrobe and no woman was going to mess with that.

"Where am I going to put all my suits Caroline?" He asked following her inside.

"I'm sure you can push them closer together," she suggested, folding some clothes on the bed distractedly.

"They'll get creased that way," he said through gritted teeth. His last shreds of patience were well and truly wearing away.

"They'll be fine."

"I'm more than happy to share love but this is my closet we're talking about," he growled.

"I thought it was our closet?" She asked, her blue eyes staring deeply into his.

"It is," he agreed, feeling guilty yet again. He was beginning to realise Caroline had an amazing knack for doing that.

"It's just difficult being a woman," she explained. "You know having so many clothes and shoes."

"Just because I'm a guy doesn't mean I don't have a lot of shoes and clothes," he shot back, growing tired of what he felt were sexist remarks. He could have just as many things as her, even if he was a man.

"I wasn't saying that," she replied.

"Oh I think you were," he accused, tired of placating her. He loved her but more than anything Klaus hated losing an argument.

"Okay maybe I was," she confessed, flashing him her most dazzling smile. "I've never had anyone call me out on my…"

"Bossiness?"

"Excuse me?" She spluttered. "I'm not…"

"Yes, you are love," he confirmed. "But it's okay, I still love you."

"Wow thanks," she groaned sarcastically. "I'm an only child, I guess I'm used to getting my own way."

"I hadn't noticed," he grinned, pulling her towards him, so his arms were snaked around her waist. He inhaled her floral perfume and Klaus had to admit that the nearby bed was very tempting. "Coming from a family of five, I can teach you all about sharing."

"Why doesn't that sound like much fun?" She asked, nuzzling her nose against his.

"Well it's not if you have to share with Rebekah," he replied shrugging his shoulders. "But there could be benefits for us."

"Like?" She asked, playing with a stray curl at the nape of his neck.

"Sharing a bed and a bath isn't a bad start," he murmured, pulling her flush against his body and feeling himself stir in the process.

"Maybe I could get used to this," she agreed, placing kisses along the length of his neck. Klaus groaned, his skin feeling like it was on fire from her touch. He pulled her towards the bed greedily, desperate to have his way with his new roommate.

As he landed on the bed, Klaus swore feeling something foreign under his leg. He looked over, slightly annoyed that another piece of her junk had found its way into his life.

"Sorry, that's just my rabbit," she admitted sheepishly, picking it up. He looked at the contraption curiously.

"Your what?"

"My rabbit," she reiterated.

"I heard you the first time," he repeated. "That looks just like a…"

"Vibrator, yes it is," she confirmed. "That's its name."

"Not to be too arrogant, but I can safely say you're not going to need that with me around twenty-four seven love," he grinned knowingly.

"I'm more than happy to throw this out," she agreed dropping it on the floor.

"See, we can compromise," he chuckled, sending her a wolfish grin and pulling her onto the bed. He figured the unpacking could wait.