Could you do something like 'Oh shit my really hot hook-up from last night is my new professor' with student!Caroline and prof!Klaus? Please and thank you :)

Why thank you for the awesome prompt lilgreyeyes, what a great scenario! I've changed it a little but I hope you like it anyway.

Tequila Sunrise

7:30AM

Caroline stirred, her eyes fluttering open slowly. It took a while of searching the room to realise her surroundings were completely foreign. She sat up quickly, just as the sheet fell to her waist exposing her lacy, black bra. She pulled it back up, slightly relieved to discover her matching panties were still on and well and truly intact.

Everything inside Caroline was urging her to look to her right, but for some reason she couldn't bring herself to do so. She racked her brain thinking through the events of last night for some clue as to whose bed she was in. The only thing running through her mind was tequila, lots of tequila.

"Morning, love," he murmured, obviously her bed mate was awake so she couldn't avoid it any further. She looked over, not entirely upset with her drunken choice, especially given the amount of tequila slammers she'd consumed to get here. He was leaning up against his pillow, his dark, blonde curls messy, his deep blue eyes full of sleep and some sinful crimson lips, curled into a sly smile.

"Uh morning," she replied, fastening a lock of hair behind her ear.

"Klaus," he responded, obviously noticing the confusion on her face. "That's my name, like yours is Caroline. My tequila intake was slightly less than yours so I can remember those sorts of small details." She bowed her head, suddenly feeling embarrassed about her behaviour and what she said and more importantly did.

"Did we?" She bit out, hating that she even had to ask this stranger the question.

"Oh yeah, you're an absolute wildcat in bed. In fact, you even taught this dog a few new tricks, if you know what I mean."

"Oh god," she groaned covering her eyes and trying to block out all the embarrassing images that were flashing through her mind.

"Do you do yoga?"

"Excuse me?" She asked, finally bringing herself to meet his curious gaze.

"Well, I sort of assumed you did given that extraordinary flexibility especially when you…" he mused, flashing her an impressive set of dimples. How could she have forgotten those? She shook her head, determined to focus on the current situation, even if it was mortifying on her part.

"Stop! I don't want to rehash last night, okay?"

"Well, you did ask."

"I know and believe me I'm regretting that decision already," she groaned, holding the sheet tighter to her chest, if that was even possible.

She spied various pieces of her clothing strewn around the room, wondering how she was going to make a quick getaway at this rate. Tequila was not her friend and she vowed right then to never look at the evil, amber liquid ever again.

"Alright, I think I've tortured you enough," he said, making her eye him suspiciously. Did she somehow act out one of his weird 50 Shades of Grey fantasies whilst drunk? "You passed out before anything could happen, so I tucked you into bed. You were the one who removed your dress, I promise."

To say she was relieved was an understatement but being deceived at someone else's expense, especially some smirking stranger who thought he was a comedian was even worse.

"So, you were at the bar?"

"I was," he admitted, sitting up, his warm skin accidentally rubbing against her arm in the process, causing it to tingle just as his musky scent infiltrated her nostrils making her slightly dizzy. Caroline decided to blame it on her hangover. "You were drinking with your friend Katherine and downing tequila shots like there was no tomorrow as I recall, you were commiserating over some guy."

"Don't remind me," she growled, thinking about her poor excuse of an ex-boyfriend who she'd found out was cheating on her, hence her big night with Katherine. "And to think I was saving myself for that idiot."

"Saving yourself?" He mumbled, his once confident demeanour beginning to show signs of mild panic.

"You know for marriage?" She explained, opening her eyes that much wider to capture her innocent side for his benefit. "But last night with you has made me realise that I never liked Tyler and was waiting for someone better."

"Oh?" He asked and she could feel him trying to move away discreetly.

"I really think you could be the one. I mean I've never let myself be this close with anyone before and I think my mom would really love you."

"Hang on, love," he shot back, holding up his hand defensively. "We just met, that's moving a little too fast don't you think?"

"But I love you," she pleaded, placing her hands on his leg before he could make a full getaway. It was at the point his face softened and Caroline knew he'd finally caught on.

"Touché," he admitted, breaking into a relieved chuckle. "I suppose I deserved that."

"You suppose?" She baulked. "By the way, the fact you believed I was obsessed with you after such a short period of time says a lot about you as a person. You know just saying."

"Says the girl who came back to my place last night," he shot back, now moving closer so that his chest was within inches of hers.

"Blame it on the tequila and temporary insanity. You know arrogant womaniser isn't really my type."

"Well, uptight princess isn't mine, so I guess it's a good thing we didn't take this any further then."

"You're telling me," she muttered, poking him in the chest.

"Has anyone ever told you that you're rather opinionated this time of the morning?"

"Yes, although I'm opinionated all the time," she boasted, wearing that particular trait as a badge of honour, she was studying law after all.

"Now, why doesn't that surprise me?" He smiled, snaking his arms around her waist and pulling her flush against his chest.

"You're an ass," she murmured, unable to divert her gaze they were that close.

"I love it when you talk dirty to me," he grinned knowingly, capturing her mouth with his. She groaned against his lips, running her hands through his knotted, blonde curls and enjoying the feeling of his tongue massaging hers. He tasted like tequila and lime but for some reason she didn't care right now.

His hands ventured north teasingly playing with her bra strap and straying dangerously close to the hooks. He might have been an arrogant ass but Caroline wasn't going to complain if he unhooked her bra and had his way with her.

The alarm next to the bed sounded out, causing them to break apart. Klaus and Caroline continuing to devour each other with their eyes, their breath ragged as the alarm continued to beep incessantly.

"Damn it, I have to be somewhere," he cursed, reluctantly. "If only…"

"What time is it?"

"7:45am," he offered.

"Oh god, me too," she replied, jumping out of bed and gathering her clothes hurriedly. All she wanted to do was jump back in bed but her lecture was at 9 and she needed to go back to her dorm to shower and change. They had a new professor so Caroline figured it was best that she was there for his first class at least.

She raced out the door, barely clothed with shoes in hand still cursing tequila as she did it. It was only when she arrived back at her dorm that Caroline realised in her haste that she had no phone number, only a first name and address. Usually she wouldn't have cared but for some reason those crimson lips were still forefront in her mind.

9AM

"So, what happened with Mr Dimples from the bar?" Katherine asked, as they took their seats in the lecture theatre.

"Shhhh," she hissed, looking around at their fellow classmates. "I don't think they heard you in Switzerland, Kat."

"Newsflash, Care. No one really cares about your love life," she replied. "Now come on, fess up."

"Nothing happened, alright?"

"Well, pardon me if I'm a little dubious about that claim. You couldn't keep your hands off each other at the bar." Caroline rolled her eyes, wondering how everyone seemed to remember the previous night but her.

"We went back to his place but we didn't do that," she whispered, hoping that her classmates really didn't care.

"Seriously?"

"I just broke up with Tyler."

"The same guy who cheated on you? That is the worst excuse I've ever heard."

"The wounds are still raw," she half joked.

"So, if you don't mind me asking what was the point of going back to his place, then? I mean no sex and you have the added humiliation of having to escape the next day."

"The escape wasn't so bad," she replied. "We both had places to be and had to make a run for it."

"So, that's it? You're never going to see him again?"

"Never again," she answered, with all certainty knowing they hadn't switched numbers, although she was a little disappointed given what an amazing kisser he was.

"Good morning, class," an English accent yelled above the crowd. "I'm your Law Ethics Professor, Klaus Mikaelson." That voice, that name. It all seemed so familiar to Caroline but she refused to look up in case it was true.

"Mr Dimples is our Professor?" Katherine whispered. "Did you know about this?"

"I had no idea," she murmured, truthfully, finally looking in his direction. If the voice didn't give it away, the dimples and lips she'd been massaging earlier did. She felt a little disarmed, not sure how to deal with all the feelings that overcame her.

When she went to the local bar and downed multiple tequilas with Katherine, Caroline never imagined that she'd end up in bed with her Professor, of all people. As he perused the students, his gaze stopped momentarily on her and she could feel the breath hitch in her throat as he studied her face.

It didn't take long for him to move on and continue his lecture. Caroline was trying to focus on his words but was struggling to get past his tongue and its talents. It seemed like forever but finally class was over and everyone was leaving.

"I'm assuming you want to stay around and sweet talk our Professor?"

"No, he doesn't deserve that," she shot back, knowingly.

"Sure, sure," Katherine grinned, walking away. Caroline was torn about what to do. Everything inside her was telling her to leave but she couldn't make herself do it.

She made her way down the rows slowly as he dutifully erased the chalk on the board at the front. For all his false bravado, Klaus Mikaelson was definitely a little rattled by her presence.

"I really shouldn't have been surprised that you're a law student, that dogged determination should have tipped me off last night."

"Law ethics? I'm feeling like this is a little telling given what happened between us."

He finally turned away from the blackboard and faced her, everything inside her was telling Caroline to move forward and try to finish their morning activities.

"I didn't know you were a student."

"Funny that because I didn't know you were my lecturer," she added.

"I'm sorry, if I'd known. I think we both would have done things differently," he agreed, those familiar blue eyes staring her down and making her falter.

"Yeah, I guess so. I should probably get going." She retreated towards the door, disappointed their conversation had ended like that.

"If it's any consolation, I think that Tyler was an absolute idiot," he shared. "You know, I would never have done that to you."

"Any chance you offer any private tuition, Professor?" She asked, turning back probably against her better judgement.

"Not usually, but for you I might consider an exception, love."