NikMik here, if you're still taking prompts, can I request human Klaroline with teenage kids?
Awww if it isn't one of my favourite reviewers! I was so excited to see your name. Even if I wasn't doing prompts I'd do one for you anyway : ) Hope you like what I've done here, it's a fantastic prompt by the way. I had a lot of fun writing it.
In My Daughter's Eyes:
"Klaus," she murmured, placing lingering kisses along the length of his bare chest, willing him to wake. "Klaus."
"Mmmm, go away," he muttered, his voice thick with sleep. "I'm asleep."
"Charming," she shot back, hitting him on the chest with a pillow for extra effect. His eyes flew open immediately and she knew she'd made her point.
"Ouch, Caroline," he whined, childishly. "What did you do that for?"
"That didn't hurt you big baby. You're just lucky I didn't dump a bucket of cold water over you," she growled. "That's the least you deserve after telling your wife, of twenty-one years I might add, to go away."
"I was half asleep, I thought you were one of the children pestering me for more money," he argued. "Trust me that tactic has worked in the past."
"Have I mentioned what an amazing role model you are to our kids?"
"No, but you're more than welcome, sweetheart," he grinned, his dimples only accentuated. Caroline hated when he did that because Klaus knew she couldn't resist those.
Some relationships might stagnate after twenty-one years, but not theirs. Having three children had done nothing to dampen, not only their love and abiding affection for one another, but their sex life was still extremely healthy.
"What did you want, love of my life and most beautiful woman in the world?"
"Now you're suddenly complimentary," she joked. "I actually just wanted your body."
"You make me feel so used," he quipped, propping his head up with his elbow. His hair was rumpled from sleep and his crimson lips curved into a knowing smile, only making her more aroused, if that was possible.
"Yes, because that's how it seems," she drawled. "Enough of the mindless chatter, get over here and kiss me already."
"How romantic."
"Yes, well when you have three teenage kids who will be bursting through that door any minute, you can't muck around Klaus."
"Why didn't you say something sooner, love" he murmured, closing the distance and pouncing on her, attacking her lips hungrily while his hands roamed across her chest encased in a fitted white singlet. She moaned against his lips thinking there was nothing better than making love to her gorgeous husband, especially first thing in the morning.
"Dad!" A voice yelled from outside the bedroom door. They sprang apart like startled animals, not wanting to get caught in the act by their teenage daughter of all people.
"Looks like you spoke too soon," Klaus groaned, rolling over. Caroline felt immediately cold without his body rubbing enticingly against hers.
"Dad," she reiterated, throwing open the door dramatically.
"Yes, Sophie Grace Mikaelson, what can I do for you on this fine Thursday morning?" He quipped, regarding his youngest daughter. Klaus knew how much she hated when he used her full name, so he did it anyway.
"Yuck, seriously you need to put some clothes on, dad," she groaned, rolling her eyes for extra effect. "How embarrassing. At least Talia's dad wears clothing."
"Probably because he doesn't have the fine physique your father has," he muttered, earning a playful slap from his wife. "No need to worry sweetheart, I'm wearing shorts."
"Thank god for that."
"Now that's settled, what can I do for you?"
"I need money," she began, before he cut her off prematurely.
"And it begins," he sighed, for Caroline's benefit. "Although I think this is a record for the earliest time money has been requested in a day."
"What do you need money for Soph?" Caroline asked looking at their thirteen-year-old. Her golden waves hanging at her sides and those clear blue eyes gazing at her seriously. "I remember giving you some money the other day when you went to the mall with your friends."
"Mum, things are far more expensive than they were in your day," she argued, her frustration obvious.
"My day?" She inhaled sharply, suddenly feeling old. "Sophie, if you're trying to get money from me I think you need to change your strategy." Caroline drawled.
"Daddy, please?" She pleaded, sending him her best puppy dog eyes. Caroline watched in amusement at their exchange.
Klaus always had a soft spot for their youngest daughter. It probably had something to do with the fact she was the spitting image of her mother, and had an amazing ability to get her own way with him, just like Caroline did.
"Oh, so now I'm daddy," he chuckled, and Caroline could already see him caving. Men were so easy to manipulate. "You didn't answer your mum's question though, what's it for?"
"I just have to see Justin Bieber in concert, all my friends are going. I'll die if I can't go," she moaned, throwing herself onto the bed. She may have also developed her mother's flair for the dramatic, not that Caroline would admit that.
"Yes, I'm sure you'll die Sophie," he said, sarcastically. "Why can't you like someone more wholesome than that Bieber kid, you know like those British boys from One Direction."
"Not entirely wholesome," Caroline replied. "Have you seen their extensive tattoo collection?"
"Talia's mum is taking us and I promise I'll do extra chores around the house," she pleaded, those puppy dog eyes returning with full force. "Please, daddy?"
"Okay honey," he conceded, as Caroline had predicted he would. It had only taken her two pleases and about a minute to convince him, she was getting better. "But remember tattoos are a bad, bad thing."
"You have tattoos dad," she said, gesturing to his bare chest. "They can't be that bad if you have them."
"I was young and stupid," he spluttered, looking to Caroline for assistance. "Promise me you'll never get one, ever."
"I think you'll have more trouble on that front with Kate, not me." She replied, knowingly.
"Over my dead body," he growled. "Is there something you're not telling me?"
"No dad," she sighed. "Not yet anyway. Can we have some of your chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast, please?"
"Anything for you, baby," he smiled, leaning across and placing a kiss on her head. Caroline watched on thinking how easy he was to play, but she wouldn't have it any other way. "I'll do you a favour and put on a top, then be right down."
"Thanks daddy," she smiled, bouncing out of the room triumphantly.
"You are so whipped," Caroline laughed, watching the goofy smile on his face with avid interest.
"I am not."
"That display right there was the perfect example."
"We've discussed this Caroline, I'm good cop and you're bad cop," he explained. "It works well this way."
"Only because you get to be Mr Nice Guy," she muttered.
"I'm more than happy to make it up to you, love," he smirked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively and pulling her closer. His mouth found hers, his tongue running teasingly along her supple lips. Maybe Klaus wasn't the only one being played, Caroline decided to blame it on the residual lust coursing through her body.
"Dad!" They broke apart again, albeit reluctantly.
"Duty calls," he grinned, pulling her in one last time and placing a lingering kiss on her temple. "Later tonight, however, has your name written all over it."
"It better have, not sure how long I can keep my hands off you."
"Yes, I have that effect on everyone," he joked, climbing out of bed, subsequently ducking to avoid the pillow she threw in his direction.
xxxxx
"Okay, pancakes are ready," Klaus announced, placing them in the middle of the table to a very hungry Sophie. She didn't hold back piling her plate up excitedly. "Miranda, do you want some pancakes?"
His eldest daughter was at the table, her attention focused solely on her cell phone. With her dark blonde curls and stormy blue eyes, she was the epitome of her father. Her cherry coloured lips were also a dead giveaway that she was his daughter.
Slightly more introverted than her sisters, seventeen-year-old Miranda was thoughtful and extremely intelligent, with a love of history just like her father. She was on the verge of being accepted to Oxford where he went to university and Klaus couldn't help but feel extremely proud.
He was also equally upset at the prospect because he didn't want to see her leave the family nest, especially somewhere so far away from him.
"I'm not hungry," she sighed, picking at the pancakes on her plate distractedly.
"That's not like you," he observed. "You've always loved my pancakes."
"I'm having boy trouble," she groaned.
"You're right about that Miranda," he said. "Boys are nothing but trouble, best you stay away. As far away as possible."
"But it's Nick Hansen," she murmured. "He's like the cutest guy in our class."
"You never can trust the cute ones," he muttered, thinking back to his childhood and the string of broken hearts he left in his wake.
"He told me he liked me, but apparently he said the same thing to Mandy Simpson."
"Do you want me to have a word with this boy?" Klaus asked, his protective, fatherly instincts kicking into full force.
"What are you threatening to do now?" Caroline yawned as she walked into the kitchen, helping herself to a generous serving of pancakes.
"It seems like this boy needs to be taught a lesson," he baulked. "Anyone can see that you are the most beautiful girl in your class, not that I'm biased or anything."
"No, not at all," Caroline laughed. "Honey, if he doesn't appreciate you for the smart, beautiful and caring person you are, then he's not worth it."
"Well said," Klaus acknowledged. "Although I think he needs a strong talking to as well."
"Please don't embarrass me, dad," Miranda pleaded.
"Why does that line sound so familiar?"
"Because I used it yesterday," Sophie piped up, taking a break from stuffing pancakes in her mouth.
"And I used it the day before that," Kate contributed, joining them at the kitchen table.
Their fifteen-year-old didn't look like either of her parents, although the light brown hair, big, brown eyes and cheeky grin were very Kol Mikaelson. His brother had, of course, been excited that his niece took after him. Klaus, on the other hand, knew that it could only mean trouble.
"What is that?" Klaus exclaimed, gesturing towards her attire.
"This is what we like to call a dress in fashion circles," she replied, her voice thick with sarcasm. "You need to get with the program, dad."
"I don't need to get with any program. That is a belt, not a dress," he stuttered. "You are not wearing that to school, young lady."
"Please daddy," she begged, her brown eyes boring into his earnestly. "Samantha James is going to be wearing her best Marc Jacobs dress today."
"Well good on Samantha James," he muttered. "You are beautiful as you are, there's no need to wear half a dress to prove that."
"Mum?" Kate asked. Caroline inwardly laughed thinking she must have been desperate to ask her opinion. "You have amazing fashion sense, surely you understand."
"I understand fashion but that is not suitable for school, or anything else for that matter," she said, sternly. "You're going to have to change."
"Fine," she growled, stomping out of the room.
"Bad cop strikes again," Caroline murmured.
"I can't help it," he hissed. "When it comes to all my favourite girls I have a weak spot, you included."
"I love you too," she grinned, placing a lingering kiss on his lips.
"Ew, do you two really need to do that here?" Miranda and Sophie cried hysterically.
"Kids," Caroline murmured. She'd never imagined things to turn out this way, but she couldn't have been happier. Although tonight couldn't come soon enough.