"Could you do another placed in New Orleans with kol as Kaleb? Maybe some Davina and Caroline tension because Davina is starting to get a crush on kol?" –Guest

"Maybe one like the song "jealous" by nick jonas? –hannah786

Sequel to "you'll be mine".

"I'm still not used to you being blond and blue-eyed." Caroline stated as she watched him from the corner of the room as he brewed a potion. "That was my thing. I was the pretty one and you were the crazy but hot psychopath."

"I'm still crazy hot." Kol returned with a grin as he grinded into the ceramic bowl. "And I thought you liked blonds."

She scowled at him for the dig on her dating profile. "Klaus doesn't count."

He was quiet for a moment, focusing on his work instead of answering and it made her twitchy. Neither of them like to talk of the fact Caroline had jumped into bed with his brother in the vulnerable state she was in after he was killed and she knew he didn't blame her and wanted to get revenge on Klaus instead but she knew it still bothered him.

"I don't want him, you know." She moved closer to where he was working at the table and hugged his tall form from behind. "I just want you."

He was still for a moment and she counted his breaths, her cheek pressed against his spine before he started moving again, clutching one of her hands on his waist. "I know."

Footsteps coming downstairs echoed in the airy room and Davina appeared. "Kol, are you done-"

The brunette froze at the sight of them, Caroline still hadn't separated from Kol and the witch stared at their intertwined hands before swallowing. She looked like she was trying not to cry. "I...I'm sorry. I'll come back later."

She scurried out of there and Caroline hid her smirk into Kol's dark sweater. His back vibrated against her as he laughed. "That was cruel."

"Maybe." Her free hand travelled down to the edge of his sweater to tug it upward and feel the smooth skin and hard muscle underneath. "But she wanted what was mine and…well, you always bring out the worst in me."

He chuckled. "Can't help it if the ladies love me."

Her long fingernails dug into his midriff and he hissed. "Don't test me. You're fragile now."

"And you're deluded if you think I can't still take you on." He sighed and squeezed her hand he was still holding you. "I don't want her either, you know. I just want you."

She stepped back to turn him around and pull him down for a kiss. "Good."