An offer to fuck somehow turned into us eating girl scout cookies and watching reruns of friends on my living room floor and honestly this is the best sleepover I've ever had do you wanna do this again sometime. Klaroline au

Thanks for the great prompt Anon, how did you know I love Friends! Girl Scout Cookies not so familiar with but I did some research and now I'm hungry. This is actually my first ever prompt (squeals excitedly) and I would gladly welcome others if I can do them. It turned out a little longer than expected but I hope you like it!

Cookies Are a Sometimes Food

"Caroline, you could at least pretend you're having a good time," Katherine drawled.

"But I'm not, so why would I do that," she snapped back.

The girls were seated at Angel's Share, a hidden speakeasy in the East Village, sipping on cocktails and sharing a plate of delicious Japanese delicacies. Caroline had expressed a craving for sashimi and somehow she'd ended up here, poured into a fitted black dress that Kat had insisted she wear. Apparently her usual uniform of sweats coupled with messy bed hair was unacceptable.

"Tyler is an ass and it sucks that you broke up, but think about how great it's going to be as a single girl in the City."

"I have seen Sex and the City before and looks can be deceiving," she growled. "I mean they were all apparently happily single but all they did was sit around and bitch about men."

"I think all that post break-up television exposure has only added to your cynicism. You need to move on, and what better way than enjoying an evening with some adult company."

"Yes, as a third wheel with your latest boyfriend," she snorted, unappreciatively. Kat had only chosen to inform her of his attendance in the cab on the way over, so she wasn't able to back out.

"Well, you see it's not exactly going to be just the three of us."

"What have you done Kat?"

"He may have, uh, kind of suggested that his brother was at a loose end tonight and…"

"It's bad enough you managed to drag me out tonight, but on a blind date," she shrieked. "What did I do to deserve this?"

"It's not a blind date," she shot back, defensively.

"Well if it walks like a duck, and it quacks like a duck, it generally is…"

"A duck." A distinctly English voice said approaching them at the bar. She swiveled around on autopilot and found herself faced with an extremely good looking piece of eye candy. His dark blonde hair curled over his ears, his blue eyes searching hers and those sinful crimson lips curved into a wicked smile. His black Henley fitted tightly across his broad chest, a few necklaces peeking out from underneath.

"Excuse the interruption ladies. Evening, Katherine." His brunette companion said, leaning down to give her a lingering kiss on the cheek. So this was the famous Elijah Mikaeslon? Her friend wasn't lying when she said he was tall, dark and handsome. He also filled out his suit extremely well. "This is my brother Niklaus."

She looked over at him again, an involuntarily shiver running through her body. He definitely was gorgeous but he looked like trouble, and trouble was something she really didn't need right now.

"It's Klaus actually, only my stuffy older brother likes to call me that," he quipped, earning a dirty look from Elijah. "And you are?" She gulped nervously as he instinctively moved nearer. His close proximity, not to mention the intoxicating scent of his spicy aftershave making her dizzy.

"Caroline," she replied, finally finding her voice.

"Caroline," he repeated, she couldn't believe how sexy it sounded rolling off his tongue. She found herself lost in his eyes not quite sure how to escape his penetrating gaze.

"How about some drinks?" Elijah suggested, breaking the silence.

"Yes, and keep them coming," Caroline mumbled under her breath, thinking alcohol was the only way to handle the lust coursing through her body.

3 hours later….

"Now that is impressive," Caroline murmured, inspecting the white napkin in front of her. Klaus had drawn a quick sketch of her, and she had to admit the likeness was remarkable. "Is this your big move?"

"Excuse me?" He asked, his face frowning in confusion.

"You know your move to get girls to sleep with you," she said, matter-of-factly.

One cocktail had turned into a few and they were entertaining themselves in a nearby booth. Katherine and Elijah, who had been extremely sickening, had since left. Katherine, being the dutiful friend she was, had offered to give Caroline a lift but she chose to stay with Klaus. She figured that Katherine only allowed it because he was related to Elijah.

They had struck up quite the rapport in a short time. She wasn't sure whether he actually had natural charm or she was imagining he had it because she was a little tipsy.

"I don't have a move," he replied and she could tell by his expression that he was horrified she'd asked.

"Well, you must have a favourite line then, at least."

"No, I don't have a line or a move, because I don't need one."

"And why is that?"

"Have you seen this face?" Of course she'd seen that face, she'd been doing everything she could not to kiss those adorable dimples that had been hypnotizing her all night.

"Oh p-uh-lease," she shot back. "I think that qualifies as a line. Either that or it just confirms your complete and utter arrogance."

"Yet, here you are still talking to me; I must be doing something right."

"I blame the alcohol."

"Way to hurt a guy's feelings, love."

"I have a name you know."

"You're very hostile, has anyone ever told you that, love?"

"It's Caroline, and I'm not hostile."

"Well I beg to differ, Caroline," he smiled, finally using her full name. "So, what did he do?"

"Why do you assume it's a he."

"Oh sorry, love." He chuckled. "What did she do?"

"I didn't mean that," she spluttered, feeling a blush cross her cheeks.

"I have to say I'm a little disappointed," he admitted. "Those threesome images are going to be hard to remove now."

"You are such a typical guy," she scoffed.

"How do you know I don't hide my real modest self behind a whole lot of bluster?"

"Because generally when you admit that, it means it isn't true," she argued. "I'm so sick of guys saying one thing then doing another."

"So what did he do?"

"I'd rather not revisit my break-up. In fact I just want to take my mind of the whole sordid mess that was my relationship."

"How can I help? I'm very good at distracting people."

"Oh really?" She asked, licking her lips slowly. Maybe a one-night stand was exactly what she needed to get Tyler out of her system, once and for all. Plus, it didn't hurt that Klaus was an extremely attractive option. "How about we get out of here, and you make me forget all about him."

Klaus, who had been taking a sip of his drink almost choked, obviously shocked by her impromptu proposition. She couldn't help but smile at how cute he looked in such a surprised state.

"I didn't mean that sort of distraction," he murmured. She could sense he was faltering slightly. Maybe the bluster he talked about was starting to unravel. She shook her head, determined not to think about him in any other way but sexually.

"Well, if you don't want me," she pouted, using her best puppy dog eyes for extra affect.

"I didn't say that, love," he replied, sending her a wolfish grin.

"Well then, let's get out of here," she grinned grabbing his hand and trying to ignore the tingling it created against her skin. "Your place or mine?"

30 minutes later…

This wasn't exactly a new situation to Klaus, he'd had more than his fair share of one-night stands. But sitting in the back of the taxi with the gorgeous blonde he'd just met made him feel something foreign. Was it nerves? Surely not. He was Klaus Mikaelson after all, he didn't do nervous.

There was no denying she was beautiful, with her blonde waves cascading down her back, that creamy skin and those expressive blue eyes. There was something else, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

Feeling her bare leg accidentally rub against his was enough to arouse him. Thoughts of their ensuing activities was only adding to the pressure he was feeling in his pants. He looked over at her, just as she did the same and he couldn't miss the apprehension in her eyes.

"Caroline..."

"Shut up and kiss me," she whispered longingly, her leg now possessively looped over his. He could swear he heard the cab driver snicker before she closed the distance. Her pink lips too tempting to deny any longer. They were as supple as he imagined, and as his ran his tongue teasingly along them she moaned against his mouth. She tasted like a heady mix of strawberries and vodka and Klaus knew he was well and truly hooked.

"Uh hum, lovebirds," the cab driver interrupted, causing them to spring apart, albeit reluctantly. "There's only so much public affection I can take, well that and we're here." They looked at each other briefly before paying and climbing out of the cab. An uneasy silence enveloped them again as they rode the elevator to his apartment.

"Caroline," he murmured. She looked at him, biting her lip nervously, Klaus didn't think anyone could look as cute as she did now. They held each other's gaze and before Klaus knew it he'd scooped her into his arms and was attacking her lips hungrily.

They were deeply immersed in each other, not realising they'd reached their level until the elevator dinged. They rushed down the hall hurriedly, Klaus pushing her up against his door, one hand lingering on her waist and the other fumbling with the lock, as he continued his assault on her mouth.

Once the door opened they stumbled inside, his Henley coming off at a rapid pace, as his hand lingered on her zipper. For some reason though he couldn't bring himself to pull it down further. He pulled away abruptly, noticing the shocked look on her face.

"Caroline…"

"Yes," she reiterated. "You know my name, very impressive."

"We can't do this."

"Oh I get it; you don't want me."

"That's not what I was saying, it's just…"

"How embarrassing," she muttered. "This week just keeps getting better." He noticed the tears gathering in her eyes and immediately felt bad. This wasn't how he saw things going in his head.

"I didn't mean it like that," he implored. "Please, don't cry."

"I'm just going to go," she bit out, the water now rolling down her cheeks.

"You can't leave like this," he replied. "I won't let you. What can I do to make it better?"

"Do you really need to ask that," she drawled, sending him a knowing glance. "Although sugar is usually the second best option, cookies especially."

"Well that's something I could help you with, love," he grinned. "I happen to have a few options." He walked into the kitchen, rifling through his cupboards and producing a few boxes.

"What would you prefer; Thin Mints, Peanut Butter Sandwich, Savannah Smiles or Toffee-tastic?"

"You have Girl Scout cookies?" She asked incredulously, swiping away at her stray tears. "Now this I wasn't expecting."

"They taste good," he argued. "But just remember cookies are a sometimes food."

"Did you just quote Cookie Monster?"

"It's a very important public announcement, Caroline."

"Says the guy with four boxes of cookies in his kitchen," she chuckled.

"I admit it, the little seven-year-old selling them was far too cute to refuse."

"You were so played," she joked, reaching out for the Peanut Butter Sandwich cookies. He really should have known they'd be her favourite. "All they have to do is smile sweetly and they've got you."

"You sound like you know what you're talking about." He said, sitting next to her on the couch and opening the packet of Thin Mints.

"You're talking about the Girl Scout who sold the most cookies in 1997, they still talk about my record today I'll have you know."

"Impressive," he grinned, taking a bite from his cookie. He didn't expect his night to turn out like this but for some reason he wasn't unhappy about it. "Maybe you need to go into sales."

"I'm not as cute as I was when I was eight," she shot back.

"I beg to differ, love," he smirked.

"That episode of friends always reminded me of when I was little," she reminisced. "When Ross accidentally injured the little girl selling cookies so he bought a huge amount of boxes to try and get her to space camp."

"Friends?"

"Are you serious?"

"I've never seen it, nor do I know who this Ross character is," he replied.

"Where have you been?" She uttered in disbelief. "Mars?"

"England."

"That's no excuse, Friends is universal." She shot back busying herself with his remote control. "Here we go. It must be your lucky day because they are having a Friends marathon tonight."

"And let me guess, you're going to make me watch it?"

"Do you have anything better to do?"

"No, actually I don't, love." He smiled. "Let me just turn out the lights."

Kaus walked towards the nearby cabinet spying the ten seasons of Friends that were housed there, before closing the door. She didn't need to know it was one of his favourite shows, Klaus figured she needed the distraction and he was more than willing to provide it.

"Now, that is Ross," she said finding the right channel and pointing towards the familiar, neurotic brunette.

"Could he wear any more hair product?"

"It was the nineties, I suppose."

"The nineties have a lot to answer for," he murmured, switching off the lights and looking forward to the night ahead, even if it was just to sit next to the blonde who'd caught his attention in the best possible way.