25 Days of Klaroline: Day 23 – Klaroline + Smut

Can't believe it's day 23 already! This is my final drabble in this series, thanks for making my December so much fun klarolineshippersclub.

In Flagrante Delicto

Denver District Court – Sullivan v. James

"I object," Caroline argued, interrupting her opposing counsel who was out of line as usual, not that she was surprised.

Klaus Mikaelson was known as a shark in the courtroom and today his antics were no different. He turned around curiously, his dark blue eyes searching her face, before dipping lower and briefly devouring her chest, sending a shiver through her body.

"Overruled," Judge Field replied, barely glancing in her direction. Klaus sent her a triumphant smirk, his gorgeous dimples only accentuated, that arrogant bastard.

Not only was he worthy competition, it was a well-known fact that he could charm any woman he came into contact with, hence Judge Field's obvious favouritism towards him.

It was hardly surprising though with his dark blonde hair that curled over his ears and those sinful, crimson lips. His fitted charcoal suit moulded his toned physique and she'd always had a thing for blue ties, like the one he was wearing today.

"Your Honour, Opposing Counsel was leading the witness," she appealed, determined to get the outcome she wanted and also to distract herself from imagining him naked.

"I was merely stating the facts, Ms Forbes," Klaus said emphasising her name; his crisp tone was direct and with an annoying hint of sarcasm.

"Overruled, Ms Forbes," Judge Field repeated from the bench, looking down at her through thick glasses.

"Your Honour," she pleaded, hoping she didn't sound as desperate as she felt.

"I'm not going to repeat myself, you know my ruling," she barked. "Now, can we get back to Mr James' testimony?"

"Of course, Your Honour," Klaus grinned, sending her his most dazzling smile. All she wanted to do was wipe it off his smug face.

"So Mr James, you arrived home at 10:30pm on the night of Tuesday 17 April, is that correct?" He asked, approaching the witness box.

"Yes, from the airport," he nodded. "My business trip had ended earlier than I had anticipated."

"And then what did you do?"

"I opened the front door and let myself inside. Placed my keys and briefcase on the hall table and turned on the light."

"Then what did you do?"

"I went to the kitchen and made myself a sandwich."

"Why did you do that?"

"I was hungry, I suppose."

"Your Honour, I object," she drawled. "Whether Mr James was hungry has no bearing on this case whatsoever. Also I would hope Mr Mikaelson is smart enough to come to that conclusion on his own, he doesn't need the witness to do it for him."

"Overruled." Did this woman only know one word?

"So I'm curious Mr James, what kind of sandwich was it?" He asked sending Caroline a mischievous smile, before looking back at his client.

"It was tuna," he replied, obviously wondering where this was headed. Caroline mentally rolled her eyes at his obvious motive. He was using humour as a way of deferring attention away from his client's obvious guilt.

"I'm more of a roast beef man, myself," he commented. "There's nothing like biting into…"

"Your Honour," she complained, trying to erase the images of him biting her now tingling nipples. "I object to this line of questioning. Besides being completely irrelevant, I don't think the court is interested in what Opposing Counsel likes on his sandwich."

"Sustained." Finally, a win, even if it was over a bloody sandwich. "I suggest if you have a point you get to it soon Mr Mikaelson."

"Then where did you go?"

"I went upstairs," he replied. "I was going to the bathroom but I heard noises coming from the master bedroom, so I decided to investigate."

"What did they sound like?" He asked. Caroline felt her mouth drop; shocked that he was going into such detail. It was bad enough she was already aroused.

"They, uh, sounded like," Mr James began, his face beginning to resemble the colour of a tomato. "I suppose you could describe it as a series of low grunts and moans."

"Don't worry Mr James, I won't ask you for an impression," he smiled, licking his lips slightly and glancing in her direction. Caroline had to cross her legs to contain the heat between them. "So what did you assume was happening?"

"Well at first I thought it was the television," he admitted. "But when I opened the door I found my wife on the bed, with him."

"The court notes that Mr James was pointing at Mr Alexander Sullivan," Klaus explained, gesturing to her client and taking the opportunity to admire her fitted red dress in the process.

"Yes, my ex best friend," he replied, through gritted teeth.

"So you caught them In Flagrante Delicto," he summarised, and Mr James looked at him in confusion. "It means you caught them in the act of having sexual intercourse."

"Objection Your Honour, I think Mr Mikaelson is putting words in his client's mouth," she groaned, growing increasingly impatient.

"I'm merely explaining what happened, Your Honour," he argued, feigning innocence.

"You should leave that up to your client, Counsellor," Judge Field replied. "Sustained."

Caroline couldn't help but think her luck might have been changing. Pity the raw desire coursing through her veins wasn't abating, if anything it was only increasing.

"So for Ms Forbes sake," he murmured, glancing at Caroline, his eyes straying a little longer than usual. "What were they doing?"

"They were fucking," he spat, causing a few gasps from behind her in the gallery.

"Okay, we'll refer to its correct term as sexual intercourse in this instance," Klaus replied. It didn't matter how they referred to it, all Caroline knew was that she wanted to be doing that with him, right now.

"You were my best friend," his client shouted. He stood up and suddenly became increasingly emotional and animated. "How could you do that to me?"

Caroline wondered how it had all become so intense, and so quickly. Although she couldn't complain, Oliver James was one step away from losing this case. Before she could gloat on her premature win, her client replied.

"Oh like you assaulting me and breaking nearly half the bones in my body?" Alexander argued. Caroline looked over in shock at her formally subdued client, she definitely didn't see it going this way. "Maybe I need to show you just how it feels."

Caroline was up in lightning speed, not before noting her opponent's smug expression. "Your Honour, I request a recess."

"Yes, I think that would be wise," she muttered. "The court will resume at 2pm." Everyone stood on command as the Judge left the room.

"You are not to speak ever again, unless I'm asking the questions. You got me?" She growled under her breath.

She wasn't so forward with her clients usually, especially the extremely wealthy ones like Alexander, but he was out of line and she was sexually frustrated. He nodded in reply, like he was too afraid to speak. "Excuse me; I need to go powder my nose."

She looked up, her eyes temporarily landing on her cocky, Opposing Counsel, who seemed very happy with the ensuing chaos. She shook her head momentarily before striding out of the room, but not before adopting an exaggerated wiggle in her step for his benefit.

The bathrooms were clean, sparse and lucky for her not occupied at the moment. She gazed in the mirror trying to calm not only her anger but the arousal that smug son of a bitch had created

She watched as the door opened slowly, her breath held in anticipation. She followed him in the reflection of the mirror.

"For someone supposedly so smart, I thought you'd at least know the difference between male and female toilets," she snapped, not even bothering to turn around.

"It's a little late to play hard to get, love," he murmured stepping dangerously close. She inhaled sharply in anticipation of what he was going to do next.

"What was that back there?" She asked, against her better judgement. "I thought we were more mature than this high school bullshit?"

"That was all your client, sweetheart."

"After your client provoked him, no doubt on direction from his Legal Counsel beforehand," she shot back.

"There's no need to get so upset," he replied. "Maybe I can do something to take your mind off it?" He closed the gap between them, so that his chest was flat against her back.

"You play dirty, Mr Mikaelson."

"I thought you told me you liked it when I played dirty?" Klaus whispered, his hot breath tickling her earlobe.

"You just had to wear the blue tie didn't you?" She asked, struggling to breath, he was that consuming.

"Says the woman wearing my favourite dress," he murmured, nuzzling into her neck. "I can't believe how long it has stayed on, this must be a record."

"I did notice you couldn't keep your eyes off me," she boasted, as he began to trail kisses along the length of her neck. She moaned instinctively as he paused at the nape of her neck to suck on what he knew was her sweet spot.

"More like using every last shred of willpower I had not to take you right then and there in the courtroom. It didn't help that you wore your hair up and teased me with this neck either," he growled playfully, finally detaching himself from her skin.

His hands moved southward, tracing every one of her curves. Caroline gasped as he began to bunch up her dress so that it was getting shorter. If he kept going any longer she'd be completely naked.

"We can't do this here," she murmured, against her better judgement. It would be a little awkward if Judge Field stumbled upon them. "Someone might see us."

"Follow me, love." Klaus guided her into the cubicle and locked the door. Before she knew it her dress was puddled around her feet and she was standing there in nothing but her black lingerie. "Now, that's much better."

Caroline followed his lead, greedily unbuttoning his suit pants, desperate to see the straining erection she'd felt rubbing against her leg at the basin. "This is going to have to be a quickie, Counsellor." She purred.

"I like hearing that, almost as much as when you say objection," he murmured huskily, his voice thick with desire.

He pulled her towards him so that she was straddling him. Klaus leaned in closer to feather kisses along her jaw bone, then dipped his head lower. She ran her hands over his back as he licked and grazed her neck with his teeth. He did the same with her collarbone, brushing at her skin with his lips to tease her, before kissing and sucking gently.

Klaus moved lower, tracing his hands over the lace fabric of her bra slowly and ran his thumbs across her hard nipples, he could feel her shiver in his arms and could hear her breath hitch in her throat from the sensations it caused.

"Mmmm, objection is frequently used legal terminology," she panted, finally finding her voice. "Maybe if you didn't ask what people liked in their sandwiches, I wouldn't need to use it so damn much."

"Oh you mean biting…" he began, unsnapping her bra in one move and watching her creamy breasts spill free.

"I can't believe you said that in court," she moaned, as he gave one slow, long lick across her breast before attaching himself to her nipple. Her thighs clenched against his hips as he gave it his full attention, flicking it over and over again with his tongue.

"Oh my god, Klaus."

"I know, I'm just that good," he mumbled into her chest. "But you might want to keep quiet, if you don't want to be discovered in Flagrante Delicto."

"Who knew three Latin words could make me so hot? Speaking of which shut up and relieve this pressure, I've got a court case to win in ten minutes."

"Well that's debatable, but I'll indulge you just this once," he grinned knowingly, pushing aside her panties and noticing just how saturated they already were. He pushed into her wet centre easily, doing everything he could not to moan, it felt that good inside her.

Caroline seemed to be having the same problem, her eyes telling him what her mouth couldn't. He couldn't miss the unmistakable haze of lust in her blue eyes. She tilted her head back, allowing the delicious sensations to take over as he rocked her back and forth, picking up the pace with every thrust.

She tightened around him, knowing the release she'd been so desperate for was coming in full force. Instinctively, Klaus leaned forward and captured her lips with his to muffle her ensuing cries. She whimpered against his mouth, unable to stop herself as the dizziness took over. Klaus followed, pulling her flush against his chest as the pleasure washed over them.

"Wow," she murmured, collapsing on top of him, trying to catch her breath. "It's certainly not the classiest place we've had sex but it's not bad."

"We'll have to do this more often then."

"If you keep asking stupid questions about lunch meats then maybe we might get a chance," she teased. "Damn, it's 1:55pm," she said consulting her watch. "Way to distract me."

"You're welcome, love." She picked up her discarded clothing, knowing Judge Field wouldn't look too kindly upon their tardiness.

"I'm not sure they can be salvaged," he teased gesturing towards her soaking panties, which were hanging haphazardly around her hips.

"Mmmm, yeah I think you're right," she agreed, pulling them off and placing them in the nearby waste bin.

"So what, you're just going to go into court like that?"

"Like what?"

"Commando?"

"Yes." She answered, shimmying back into his favourite dress.

"In the courtroom," he confirmed, a look of disbelief clouding his features.

"Yes," she reiterated. "You're not the only one who can play dirty. Game on, Mikaelson."