Anon: Not sure if you're still taking prompts but if you are, can i request a human klaroline drabble based off of "oops" by little mix? like a friends with

Thanks for the awesome prompt nonnie, think this is one of my new favourite songs! Also it's a little different but the concept is still basically the same. I hope you like it! All lyrics in bold italics are by Little Mix and Charlie Puth (a little altered to suit the story).

Oops!

"Oops, my baby, I woke up in your bed"

Caroline's eyes darted around the room trying to gain her bearings, this certainly wasn't her bedroom. Enzo St John's 18th birthday had been massive, no surprises at all given the organiser. Katherine had thrown him a surprise pool party at her house while her parents were away in Washington DC and all Caroline remembered was a lot of tequila, a lot of swimming and a lot of dancing on the dining room table. She just hoped it was still standing after all the weight it had endured during the night.

Sleeping with someone didn't quite fit in with all those memories. Sure, her and Tyler had been messing around a bit but this definitely wasn't his room. For some reason though it was a little familiar, especially those sketches on the wall in particular. Caroline felt her blood go cold at her delayed realisation, it couldn't be him, right?

She turned over reluctantly, her eyes finally resting on the guy sleeping next to her. As far as possible options could go he was probably the worst. Not looks wise; this guy could be an Abercrombie and Fitch model with that curly, blonde hair and those crimson lips. But when it came to the worst people you could sleep with, your best friend's brother was at the top of that list.

She pulled the sheet closer around her naked body self consciously, accidentally rousing him from sleep. She watched as those dark, blue eyes fluttered open and a pair of rogue dimples appeared out of nowhere as his gaze met hers, his dark, blonde hair adorably rumpled.

"Do you always watch people sleeping? I mean it's a little creepy don't you think, love?" He asked, his voice full of sleep.

"If you must know I was laying here commiserating over my choice of bedmate," she growled. "I know you've always had a thing for me but really Klaus."

"Says the girl who couldn't keep her hands off me last night."

"I'm blaming it on the copious amounts of alcohol I consumed," she shot back, trying to ignore just how sexy his unkempt stubble looked at this time of the morning. "Trust me, if we were sober this would've never happened, I do have my standards after all."

"That's not what you were saying last night," he smirked. "In fact you were revelling in my standardless company. I seem to recall a few cries of pleasure along the lines of…"

"I don't need a recap," she scowled, interrupting him. "I just need some caffeine and a hot shower and to forget this ever happened."

"I'd be more than happy to scrub your back, you know get to all those hard to reach places."

"Get out!"

"Last time I checked this was my bedroom, love," he replied, gruffly. Of course it was, typical. "Looks like it's time to do the walk of shame, door's just over there. Although you might want to watch out for Rebekah, she's usually leaving for yoga at this time on a Saturday morning."

"Don't call me love," she muttered, placing her head in her hands in frustration. "Of all people why do you have to be a Mikaelson?"

"Unfortunate turn of events, trust me," he said, knowingly as he propped his head up on his elbow and trained his gaze on her. "Usually my one-night-stands don't talk this much the following morning. If I knew you were going to be this chatty, I might have reconsidered my decision."

"Charming, Mikaelson," she muttered while pulling off the sheet completely, wrapping it around her body and madly hunting for her discarded clothing. She was also trying to ignore the fact that he was now very naked sans covers. "Remind me not to have the pleasure of your company ever again."

"Ditto, love."

She chose not to respond, taking her pieces of clothing into the connected bathroom and slamming the door shut. It was probably the quickest she'd ever dressed, desperate to get out of this ridiculously awkward situation as soon as possible. It's not like she didn't find him attractive, in fact she'd found herself day dreaming about her best friend's brother sometimes but knew nothing good could ever come of it, especially given what a known womaniser he was.

She consulted her dishevelled appearance in the mirror briefly. Her blonde waves were messy and obviously knotted, her creamy skin flushed and she had a telling trail of mascara under her left eye. Classy. As soon as she'd managed to make the best of her appearance, Caroline emerged from his bathroom. If this was some stranger then her exit would have been a lot simpler. Unfortunately a few stray memories from their night together came rushing back causing some unexpected shivers which were threatening to break her resolve.

It was a mad frenzy; clothes discarded at a rapid pace, tangled, sweaty limbs, mouths exploring and moaning against every inch of bare skin. He certaintly had talents, not that she'd ever admit it to him of course.

"I'm impressed, most girls I know spend at least a good few hours in the bathroom."

"Well, I'm not like most girls you know, Mikaelson," she growled, heading towards the window and opening it. The last thing she wanted to do was get caught by Rebekah or Kol for that matter so this seemed like the only escape.

"That much is true," he agreed, his eyes flickering admiringly over her body encased in a fitted black dress. "I might even be open to another tryst if you're lucky."

"You wish," she muttered, straddling the window sill and climbing out onto a nearby tree branch. If she'd known she was going to be scaling trees she definitely would have dressed more appropriately. Caroline had many regrets but she didn't want to add getting caught out sleeping with her best friend's brother to that list. The quicker she got out of there and showered her sins away the sooner she could forget what she'd done.

"Oops, we broke up, we're better off as friends"

"You know, I'm really getting sick of your post mortem analysis, love." Klaus groaned. "I understand once could be considered a stupid mistake but how do you explain ten times? Actually no, I was a little drunk a few of those times, make it at least a dozen."

"Why do you always feel the need to revell in my misfortune, Mikaelson?"

"If it really was misfortune I'm surprised you'd come back so many times for more," Klaus drawled. "I suppose I should get dressed before you kick me out in a raging fit of denial, yet again."

"At least you catch on quickly," she mumbled, throwing his shirt directly at his head. "This can't happen ever again."

"Exactly what you said the previous eleven times," he joked, not missing just how hungrily her eyes devoured his bare chest in the meantime.

"I mean it this time."

"Well, here's a little hint for you," he offered, placing his top over his head. "Don't ogle me while you say it, I'd actually believe it if you refrained from checking me out." She rolled her eyes at his usual lack of modesty. "Anyway, what's wrong with a little harmless fun?" It certainly was fun, Caroline cast her mind back to the night before.

His teeth grazing and nibbling at her skin, his fingers massaging her silky folds as he did it. Caroline bucking her hips feeling all control slip away but not minding because she knew just how spectacularly it would end, it always did. Not that she'd ever admit that to him of course.

"You're arrogant, annoying and smug. Oh and Rebekah's brother," she answered, by way of explanation.

"You really need to stop with all the compliments, love, you'll give me a big head. Well, besides that unfortunate mention of my brotherly connection to Rebekah."

"Too late for that and what have I told you about calling me love," she muttered.

"I know how much it annoys you."

"Of course," she hissed. "So, what exactly are you still doing in my bed?"

"No need to get your panties in a twist, love," he answered. "Oh, hang on that was me last night."

"You are hilarious."

"And here I thought you only liked me for my body."

"Oh just please get out, there's only so much I can take of your over-inflated ego and it's stifling what available oxygen I have left."

"Always so bloody dramatic," he quipped, rolling out of bed. "So, should we just organise our next rendezvous or are you going to continue to live in complete denial that this will never happen again?"

"It won't' she promised. "Whatever this weird, messed-up thing is ends now."

"Fine with me," he replied, nonchalantly as he sauntered towards the door. "I have better things to do with my time anyway."

"Now I accidentally need you, I don't know what to do"

Caroline was extremely frustrated, that much she knew. When she'd insisted it was their last time together, she hadn't expected Klaus to agree. After all she'd been saying it for months but he still entertained whatever was going on between them. She'd suffered through a number of inane holiday parties without the promise of seeing him at the end of the night and it was difficult to say the least. She told herself it was purely because of the physical aspects but every now and again niggling feelings would appear and confuse her more.

She'd made it her New Year's Resolution to completely forget about him and whatever the hell had been happening and focus on the rest of Junior Year. Like most resolutions, that had lasted about five seconds. She'd flocked to the highway bar out of town after some particularly bad news from her parents. It was the only place that served minors and right now she needed alcohol, a lot of it in fact. At first the straight vodkas burned as they slipped down her throat but now they tasted like water she was that numb. It was exactly how she wanted to be though.

Klaus had arrived halfway through her drinking binge, playing pool in the corner with Enzo. It wasn't a surprise altogether given she knew they liked to go there on Friday nights and possibly found herself there on purpose. It wasn't just alcohol that calmed her after all. She'd pretended to ignore him but couldn't miss the stray glances he kept sending her way.

"Alaric, I'll have another one," she slurred, slamming her glass on the bar in the process and trying to ignore the fact that her vision was blurred.

"You've had enough, Caroline," he answered, not even bothering to look at her questioning expression as he wiped down the bar.

"I don't think you heard me properly," she insisted. "I want another one."

"That's not going to happen, maybe you should call it a night," he replied, seriously. "What can I get you, Klaus?" Of course he had to approach the bar at that exact moment. Typical. Caroline chose to keep her gaze fixed on the bar wondering if he was going to say anything.

"Two beers, thanks," he asked, Alaric walking away to get them from the fridge. "Are you alright, Caroline?"

"I'm fine," she scowled. "Well, I was until you decided to interrupt my peaceful reverie."

"I'm glad to see that stubborn, blind hatred for me is still well and truly present," he shared. "I'm a little upset to be honest, I thought you'd actually miss me."

"You wish."

"They do say absence makes the heart grown fonder, though."

"Well, whomever came up with that saying obviously wasn't a cheating husband working away from home," she mumbled, trying not to betray her feelings but the vodka wasn't helping her discretion.

"Is there something I can do?"

"Well, maybe you can," Caroline purred slipping off the stool and falling into his arms clumsily, her arms snaking around his neck. "You always did know how to take my mind off things, if you know what I mean?"

"You decided it was over between us and given your current state that's probably not the best idea, love," he murmured.

"Don't call me that," she growled, retracting her hands and looking over at Alaric wearingly as he came back with beers in hand. "I'm leaving."

Caroline tried to keep her composure as she walked towards the door, the few stumbles an annoying consequence of her current state. As the fresh, cold air hit her she felt somewhat relieved to be away from prying eyes. Now to get home somehow, even if it was the last place she wanted to be. The first thing she noticed was that surrounding scenery was most definitely spinning, Caroline shakily placed her arms over her eyes in an attempt to stop the spinning but even in the darkness it wasn't helping.

"I need you," she whimpered helplessly. The last thing she remembered was falling towards the ground wishing that he would come and save her.

"Now I accidentally know that you're in love with me too"

"Where am I," she asked, sitting up quickly the pain ripping through her head a clear sign that she'd drunk too much the previous night. Klaus awoke from his sleep on the nearby armchair, his eyes opening slowly. Even in his half asleep state Caroline couldn't deny just how cute he looked in his creased t-shirt and jeans.

"My place, I'm surprised it isn't familiar yet." She looked down self consciously hoping that she was fully dressed and hadn't thrown herself at him in a fit of drunken desperation. What she found was a very familiar, black, Clash T-shirt, from memory it was his favourite. "I was the perfect gentleman I promise. You got a little sick on my bike and I had to change your clothes." Great, this wasn't embarrassing at all.

"But you brought me here?"

"I just figured after what you said last night you wouldn't want to go home."

"After what I said?" Caroline asked, still trying to gain her bearings. It was definitely the last time she drank that much straight vodka in such a short period of time.

"Well, you know…"

"I don't which is why I was asking, Mikaelson." He pursed those irresistible, crimson lips before responding.

"Caroline, you know full well why," he replied, gruffly. "The last thing I want to do is rehash everything all over again I'm pretty sure that's the last thing you'd feel like on top of that hangover."

"Great! Drunken, rambling Caroline rears her ugly head yet again," she growled, holding her sore head in her hands. "I mean so what if my parents are getting a divorce because my absentee father has been cheating on my mother and it turns out she knew all along but strangely ignored it. If those aren't relationship goals, I don't know what are."

"I'm sorry," he apologised. "I know this can't be easy for you."

"Yeah well I was the stupid one who didn't see any of this coming," she muttered.

"This had nothing to do with you, Caroline."

"Then why does it feel like that?" She mumbled. "Like if I'd known maybe I could have done something." Klaus made his way over to the bed and sat down next to her surprising her slightly. Things between them had always been physical, yes, but this felt like something entirely different.

"You couldn't have stopped this, Caroline. Your parents are grown adults and made their choices and it's not your fault," he murmured. She looked into his eyes, losing herself momentarily as he spoke. He was usually so sarcastic and arrogant but this was a whole other side to her best friend's brother. As soon as the words entered her mind Caroline knew she had to go before anything else happened.

"Uh, well, I'll be on my way just as soon as I can get up," she uttered.

"There's no rush, really," he replied. "I mean there's water and aspirin by the bed but if there's something else you need…"

"Since when did you become so considerate?" She drawled, noting the pitying look on his face, Of course she should have known but if there was something Caroline hated it was someone feeling sorry for her. "You know I don't need your pity."

"It's not pity. You know I'm not always the bad guy you make me out to be, Caroline," he explained, fastening a lock of hair behind her ear. She froze, trying to ignore the feelings his simple touch was causing. It would have been so easy to lean in and dissolve into his kisses and forget about all her problems right now.

"Thank you," she whispered. "For last night."

"Anything for you, love," he replied, his voice low and husky. She felt dizzy, wondering if it was just hangover symptoms or his close proximity. "Maybe we could…"

"I really should go, you know just in case Rebekah decides to comes in," she interrupted, thinking this was getting entirely too real and her emotions were already all over the place thanks to her parents.

"And we pick up exactly where we left off."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing Caroline, it isn't really the time."

"Well, obviously it isn't nothing, Klaus," she scoffed.

"Unlike some people I'm not ashamed about being seen with you," he growled, standing up again and moving towards the bathroom. That Caroline wasn't expecting, she always assumed Klaus was indifferent about their arrangement. He'd certainly never acted any other way, well until last night. Was there a chance he felt the same way about her? "I'm going to take a shower."

Caroline lay there for a while revelling in his scent on the pillow case while listening to the running water and trying not to imagine him naked as the water droplets washed over his toned body. The increasing warmth between her legs was telling her she needed to get the hell out of there before she lost all willpower and joined him in the shower. Given their discussion Caroline wasn't quite sure he'd be amenable to that anyway.

"Oops, baby, I love you"

It had been three long weeks, Caroline had been busy trying to deal with the fallout of her parents' news. Her father moved out, something Caroline didn't think would effect her as much as it did. He'd barely been there when they were married so she was suprised at just how upset she felt seeing all of the cardboard boxes and empty space, especially in his office.

Rebekah and Katherine had been so supportive, not that she expected any less. They were suprised she hadn't told them sooner, not knowing she'd shared it with someone before them. A certain someone who would send concerned glances her way when he didn't think she was watching, but she was. It was difficult not to given Caroline realised she was in love with him. Yep, she was in love with Klaus Mikaelson but had no idea what to do about it.

It was obvious he had feelings for her given their last conversation but Caroline felt like she didn't know how to tell him. Klaus was obviously hurt by the way she'd brushed him off and knew she had to make the next move. Caroline had spent too much time worrying about what Rebekah would think and less about her feelings. It was time she put things right.

It was a Tuesday morning, Caroline was walking through the school corridor purposefully knowing her destination. His locker was at the opposite end to hers and she watched intently as the numbers ascended. About twenty metres later she didn't need to count any further, noticing him rifling through his locker. She felt the familiar butterflies in her stomach at just how gorgeous his ass looked fitted snuggly into those dark jeans, his white Ramones T-Shirt riding up and displaying some bare skin she knew very well. Caroline shook her head, she needed to focus.

She approached his locker, coughing to get his attention. He turned curiously, his eyes raking over her body before settling on her face. "I wondered where my favourite t-shirt went." Caroline looked down at the baggy Clash t-shirt she was wearing over her jeans. She'd taken it after that night, call her crazy but she wanted something of his.

"You let me wear it."

"I didn't expect you to steal it though." Caroline noticed a slight smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth, hoping this was a good sign. "You might not want to wear that around school, half the guys as well as my siblings know it's my favourite shirt."

"A fact I am well aware of, Mikaelson," she smiled deviously. "Let them talk, in fact I'm hoping they do."

"Oh really?" He grinned, slouching against his locker and crossing his arms over his chest. "And why is that?"

"It's probably the easiest way to break it to them when we go out on a date."

"Since when are we going on a date?" Klaus asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Since I'm holding your shirt for ransom and one of my demands is a date," she explained. "So, if you want to see it again, I suggest you adhere to my rules."

"I've never taken too well to demands but I suppose I could take you on a date. Although I have to say I'm curious as to what the rest of your rules are?"

"I guess you'll just have to wait and see," she purred, moving forward so that her chest was lightly brushing against his, all noise and movement in the crowded hallway suddenly blocked out and it felt like it was just the two of them.

"Well, not if I get my shirt off you first, love," Klaus growled, closing the distance between them so their lips were only inches apart.

"I'll take that as a challenge then," she smiled, closing the distance and pressing her lips to his. As he massaged her mouth softly, his arms snaking around her waist, Caroline couldn't help but think how well their arrangement had worked out.