25 Days of Klaroline: Klaroline + any time period - 1970s

It's pretty much day 9 Australian time so here goes. This is another mini drabble I didn't intend on writing (make that three now) and is a very loose concept vaguely based upon the awesome movie, Almost Famous.

This is dedicated to my ray of sunshine, Rachel - themikaelsoncupcake - for always knowing how to brighten my day. Your optimism and kindness always makes me smile : ) Also, congratulations in anticipation of your amazing, upcoming wedding, I'm so looking forward to the pics : )

Tiny Dancer

Caroline is a freelance photographer for Rolling Stone Magazine, her work including shooting Klaus Mikaelsons' up and coming rock band The Originals.

1973

"I have to go, Klaus," Caroline murmured, his fingers trailing the length of her spine, over her pert bottom and then dipping dangerously low towards her already wet centre.

"We're halfway between Mississippi and Alabama, I'm not sure I could in good conscience drop you on the side of the road to hitchhike." His fingers were now mere inches from her silky folds and Caroline knew enough of his expertise in the area to realise they'd be there for days if this continued. It certainly wouldn't be the first time, they had a tendency to lose time and themselves in a tangle of sheets and limbs. Luckily he had his own private room in the back of the bus, as cramped as it was

"I'm very resourceful when I want to be, Mikaelson."

"That I don't doubt," he agreed, nuzzling his stubbled cheek into the crook of her neck.

"I'm photographing the Stones this week in New York, I need to prepare and last time I checked I'd given my time very generously to you above and beyond that photo shoot earlier."

"Well, that's enough reason for me to keep you prisoner, Mick Jagger has one hell of a reputation, love," he mumbled, playfully biting the bare skin above her shoulder. Caroline moaned involuntarily, he always knew just how to distract her.

"Says the king of womanising," she chuckled. "I think you could definitely give him a run for his money."

"I'm only that way because some stubborn, blonde photographer refuses to commit to me exclusively," he muttered, his frustration not lost on Caroline.

They'd met two years earlier when she was dispatched by Rolling Stone to shoot some pictures to accompany the article hailing the Originals as the next big rock band to come onto the music scene. They'd clashed from the beginning trading barbs, the sexual tension between them spilling over in his dressing room the next day and the one after that. It didn't hurt that her photos, including that of Klaus Mikaelson's crimson lips pursed as he sang to a screaming Illinois crowd, microphone in hand took on an almost iconic status, catapulting the English band to dizzying heights. Their fate had been sealed at that very moment.

If Caroline Forbes thought she was ridding herself of him after that she was mistaken. Their surprising, combined success at that time had only created an indelible link between them that would continue on for years to come. Neither one willing to commit but also not willing to leave each other either. They always found the time whether it be a concert, a festival or an after party to reconnect and everyone in his band, including Kol, knew never to disturb their reunion or earn the wrath of Klaus Mikaelson in the process.

"You and I both know that our lives are far too busy and we're never in the same place for very long," Caroline explained, yet again. "It would never work and you know it."

"Well, you don't know if you never try."

"I know that if we tried now it would fail miserably and I'd really like to keep what we have." He finally detached himself from her reluctantly, dreading their impending separation. It was always this difficult but the only thing making him feel better was that the beautiful, blonde free spirit he had come to love would be back in his life again sometime soon. She turned over to face him briefly, placing a chaste kiss on his lips before rolling out of his makeshift bed to search for her discarded clothing.

"You're not really going? I wasn't lying about the dangers of hitchhiking."

"It's time," she murmured, throwing on her white shirt and tight fitting flares in the process. "And I wasn't lying about being resourceful." That Klaus was worried about, not that he'd admit that aloud in case she accused him of being overly clingy. "Plus you know how much I love waking Kol in the middle of the night and giving him a hard time."

Klaus smiled despite everything, knowing he looked forward to that too. "Oh and tell Rebekah that we'll catch up in Philadelphia next week." She was gone before Klaus could reply, breezing through the common area of the bus, hitting each of his bandmates playfully in the process and ruffling Kol's hair for extra effect.

"Still no woman Kol? I think you're losing your touch," she joked.

"I can't tell you how much I enjoy these moments, Caroline," his younger brother replied, his voice full of sleep.

Klaus could hear her melodic laughter as the bus came to a stop outside a truck stop. She left quickly, Klaus watching her beautiful silhouette as she crossed the road. There was no one like Caroline Forbes and Klaus had every intention of continuing to convince her that he was the only man for her, however long it took. He retrieved his guitar, taking a seat on the unmade bed and began to play, the lyrics flowing freely.

"Blue jean baby, L.A. lady...
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man."

Klaus knew it was only a rough draft and wasn't sure where it came from but he jotted it down hurriedly, not knowing that it would eventually become not only one of their greatest hits but their wedding song all those years later.