Love this prompt Madina! Consider this my belated Thanksgiving offering (even though neither of us celebrate haha). It got kinda fluffy, but I figure it's that kind of a day. This will be my last chapter for my Perhaps One Day drabble collection, hope you've enjoyed it!

Hungry Like the Wolf

"I'm not talking to you, remember? And don't touch my stuffing," Caroline insisted, slapping his hand away in frustration.

"There's no need to be so defensive, love," Klaus purred, hooking his arms around her waist and puller her closer so he could nuzzle into the creamy goodness of her neck.

"This is so typical," Caroline muttered, pulling free from his grasp and turning to face him, menacingly waving the carving knife she wielded in his face. "You either have the memory of a goldfish or are just a selfish, arrogant ass. I'm pretty certain it's the latter."

"We had a spat, sweetheart. Surely it's over now."

"Spoken like a true Mikaelson," she huffed, pressing the blade of the knife against his chest.

"Is this some kind of kinky foreplay?" Klaus grinned, running his fingers along the blade slowly, his arousal making its presence known against her jeans. "Because just so you know, I'm all up for it. I've missed your AB Positive taste."

"Unbelievable," she hissed. "Where's a white oak stake when you need it?"

"Safely hidden away," he replied lazily. "I know how you get during those rage blackouts."

"And whose fault is that?" She scolded, pushing him away roughly and returning to her cooking, albeit shakily. "You are unbelievable."

"Why thank you," he boasted, puffing out his chest proudly, his hand finding the swell of her breast through her sweater and rubbing it teasingly.

"If you hadn't noticed, I have a three course Thanksgiving meal to prepare," she growled. "So buzz off, Mikaelson."

"I could think of much more productive things to do right now that don't involve cranberry sauce or slaving away in a kitchen for my ungrateful siblings."

"Obviously that trait runs in the family."

"Fine," he conceded. "Do you want me to apologise or something?"

"Or something? Don't sound so convincing, Klaus," she drawled, turning to face him again, although sans knife this time.

"I'm sorry for being an idiot," he replied gruffly, tucking a stray blonde lock being her left ear, his blue eyes deeply penetrating hers.

"And…"

"And for disinviting the family and our friends to lunch without telling you even if Kol has no table manners, Elijah thinks he's a food critic and Rebekah is bloody Rebekah."

"And..."

"Attempting to ruin Thanksgiving for my own selfish gain."

"Now, that wasn't so difficult, was it?" Caroline murmured, kissing the tip of his nose affectionately.

"But for the record, I only did it because I wanted to keep you all to myself today."

"And why's that exactly?"

"Because today is all about being thankful and I wanted to spend all day thanking you for coming into my life and making me the happiest hybrid in the world."

Being English, Klaus had never understood the whole Thanksgiving tradition until she'd blown into his life and changed it forever and for that he knew he'd be eternally grateful to the universe.

"Thanking me how exactly?" Caroline asked, probably against her better judgement because she could feel him stirring again.

"I wouldn't want to interrupt your cooking, especially given how much I love your pine nut stuffing…"

"Oh, shut up and kiss me already," she growled, pulling him closer. "The turkey needs more cooking time and I'm Caroline bloody Forbes, if anyone can multitask it's me."

"Whatever you say, love," Klaus smirked, his crimson lips enveloping hers hungrily. Before he could really enjoy himself though she pulled back abruptly.

"But if my pumpkin pie burns, it's all on you, Mikaelson." Klaus didn't bother replying just nodded before gathering Caroline into his arms and taking her upstairs, apron and all.