I wasn't going to do anything but here you go! A post canon, domestic, Originals, fluffy, mini drabble. Hope you guys like it! Also, the whole Bonenzo thing never happened in this universe.

The King and I

Six months post however long it takes...

"Caroline!"

"Well, good morning to you too, sunshine," Kol drawled, raising his eyes from the New Orleans Advocate he was reading.

"Someone obviously woke up on the wrong side of the bed," Rebekah contributed from her seat at the dining table, croissant in hand. Klaus was all about family but not this early in the morning, especially when he all he wanted was to find his lady love.

"I'd ask whether Caroline kicked you out of bed last night but given the walls around here are so thin, I know the answer to that question," Kol smirked, knowingly.

"Yeah it's the walls. Have I threatened to dagger you today?" Klaus seethed, knowing it was a threat he had every intention of carrying out. Today was no different.

"Not yet, but it's only nine thirty."

"Nice to see nothing ever changes around here," Elijah yawned lazily as he walked into the kitchen looking decidedly less formal than usual and taking a carton of orange juice from the refrigerator. "The day Niklaus doesn't threaten you I'll be worried."

"Someone suddenly thinks he's a comedian and sans suit and tie, I'm shocked," Kol quipped. "It must be because you're suddenly getting laid after all these years. Tell me, what is the infamous Katherine Pierce like? I imagine she'd be an absolute tigress in bed, well that's what I can tell so far from these thin walls."

"Answer that question and I'll white oak stake you both," Katherine meowed, joining them in the kitchen. She looked absolutely flawless in a black satin nightgown her curled tresses sitting perfectly, even after just rolling out of bed which was another reason she and Elijah were perfect for each other. "But little Mikaelson is first."

"Excuse me? Last time I checked I'm not the youngest."

"Oh, I wasn't talking about birth order," she shot back without a beat, taking a sip of Elijah's freshly poured juice.

"Just when i think I couldn't ever like you Katherine you come out with one of those lines," Rebekah chuckled.

"Hilarious," Kol scowled. "Can't a guy read his newspaper in peace?"

"Oh, you can read?"

"That's it, I vote Katherine moves in permanently," Rebekah announced. "If you keep insulting Kol like that then you are definitely worthy of being a part of this dysfunctional family," Rebekah shared.

"Sounds like Rebekah thinks she finally has a friend," Kol muttered.

"Well, at least I can borrow clothes from her unlike you who serves no purpose whatsoever."

"Hang on, I never agreed to this clothes sharing arrangement," Katherine growled possessively. "I don't share, it's not in my make-up."

"Well, as fun as all this family bonding has been," Klaus interrupted. "I'm looking for Caroline who also happens to be the only person not present right now. You know blonde, blue eyed and about yea tall," he gestured.

"Don't get your knickers in a twist," Rebekah muttered. "Last time i saw her she was headed to the laundry."

"But we have minions to do that sort of thing."

"Try telling Caroline that, she's like Vampire Barbie on steroids," Kol offered. "Actually would you mind taking some of my clothes with you, they could really use some Forbes tender love and care, whatever fabric softener she uses is amazing."

"My girlfriend is not here to serve you of all people and I'd rather save her from your dirty jocks," Klaus demanded as he stalked from the room. This needed to stop now, it was bad enough he didn't get to spend as much time with her as he could. She was always too busy trying to make everyone else happy.

"Remind her we have that dress fitting at Alyssandra's Boutique on Royal Street for the ball this weekend," Katherine shouted after him. Klaus rolled his eyes, of course there was a ball, he could barely remember a weekend where they just spent time together without the prying eyes of New Orleans society.

"And our board meeting for the Tulane Medical Centre benefit next month," Rebekah added. Seriously, this was getting out of hand. Caroline was such a giving person, one of the many reasons he loved her but she didn't need to go to such lengths. She was his Queen after all and Queens deserved to be adored and worshipped exactly how he felt towards the love of his life. He made his way towards the laundry trying to remember why he was looking for her after all those pesky, family interruptions.

What he wasn't expecting as he barrelled inside was to see her taut backside housed in a cute pair of grey mini shorts as she watched the dryer intently, her blonde waves falling across her back. Klaus licked his lips excitedly. She may have only left his bed recently but he was ready for round nine, if his calculations were correct. He was insatiable when it came to her and it wasn't unusual for him to lose count given their shared desire.

"I've been looking everywhere for you," he murmured trying to contain his burgeoning erection but it was difficult. She turned around those eyebrows raising curiously as she inspected his obvious arousal.

"You really can never get enough, Mikaelson."

"Well, when it's you what do you expect, love."

"So, you came into the laundry just to ravage me senseless?" It hadn't been his intention, in fact Klaus had something much more domestic on his mind but seeing her clad in those mini shorts and his white henley was causing havoc with his concentration. The top was far from being fitted but Klaus could make out her erect nipples straining against the fabric and all he wanted to do was suckle them with his waiting mouth.

"Well, now that you mention it, I actually came to find out where all my Henley's had gone," he said, moving closer so that he could snake his arms around her waist. "But now I see you're the culprit."

"What can I say, I love having a piece of you hugging me at all times especially when we're apart," she sighed. "It's okay, there's a few in the wash so you shouldn't be without for too much longer."

"So, what exactly should we do in the meantime?" Before she could reply he'd lifted her up effortlessly onto the washing machine just as it began to vibrate heavily through its final spin cycle.

"As much as I'm enjoying this spontaneity, it's hardly private given we have the peanut gallery commenting on everything we do, including between the sheets."

"Of course you heard that," he mumbled, halting his assault on her neck briefly to turn on the nearby fawcett to disguise their activities from his inquisitive, younger brother. "I'm sorry. You know I recall suggesting we dagger everyone and stow them away in the attic but you wouldn't let me," klaus complained. "Something about it being bad brotherly behaviour."

"Plus, I know just how pissed they were the first time you did it and as the only non-Original in this place, I'd rather stay alive."

"They wouldn't dare," he growled, known this much was true. "You are an Original and my Queen and they all know it. I don't expect you to do any of these menial tasks, that's why we have servants."

"But it's not the kind of person I am or ever will be, my mother taught me about being kind, compassionate and giving."

"I know, love," he grinned, pulling her closer and placing a sweet kiss on the tip of her nose. "That's why I love you, but you don't have to do this."

"But I'm your Queen, you know how much I like to make a good impression," she argued. "Plus this place could use a lot of cleaning up if you ask me."

"Such a beautiful and stubborn perfectionist," he teased. "Well, if that's what you wish I won't stop you, although doing Kol's laundry has to end right now because that is just too weird for my liking. You know I might sound incredibly selfish right now but I just wish you'd spend all your time with me, my gorgeous Queen."

"I'd gladly do that but Bonnie and Enzo are visiting next week," she explained. Klaus groaned by way of response. "You forget that this is the perfect distraction for Kol and Rebekah."

"Oh, I like what your wicked mind is envisioning," he smirked, continuing his attack on her creamy neck whilst tugging on her mini shorts to gain easier access. "How about we plan a visit to Rome afterwards? It's what I promised you after all."