NOTES: Hello again! I'm sorry this took so, so long. I really have no compelling excuse. This chapter was just a struggle from the beginning. I tried to force it but it just made me unable to work on ANYTHING so I stepped back. I ended up scraping the initial draft altogether awhile ago and starting fresh. It's the longest chapter yet, of this story, if that helps? Also, smut. I very much appreciate all the reviews and alerts, and the few anons who popped up to chat on Tumblr! Hopefully y'all enjoy.

Part Nine: Caroline: Age 21, Klaus: Age 28 (February)

Caroline takes the lead at the bottom of the stairs, grabbing Klaus' left hand in hers, then draping it over her shoulder and towing him through the crowd. It's a crush of bodies, moving together, and several degrees hotter once they're in the thick of it. Klaus keeps Caroline close, as they cross the packed floor, resting his free hand on her hip. He can't resist gliding it under her shirt, across the soft skin of her stomach briefly, causing Caroline's steps to falter.

She shoots him a narrow eyed look over her shoulder but Klaus grins back, unrepentant.

"Klaus," she says warningly, voice raised to be heard, as they pause, "I told Rebekah I'm gonna be your fake girlfriend for the night. If it looks too real she'll get suspicious. Keep your hands to my PG rated parts."

Klaus cranes his neck to check Rebekah's position. She's still a ways away, engrossed in conversation with Marcel. He and Caroline, and anything they might get up to, are obscured by the masses of people. It's the perfect opportunity to exact a little revenge. Because his jeans are still uncomfortably tight, and they haven't even gotten to the 'inappropriate dancing' section of whatever plans Caroline's cooked up.

Klaus brushes his hand slowly up her side, relishes Caroline's indrawn breath, and the way she leans back into him. At her shoulder, he moves her hair to the side, drags his mouth along the curve of her neck, up to her ear, so he can speak without having to shout, "Rebekah's not looking."

Her head cants to the side, giving him more room, despite whatever protest she's undoubtedly about to make. Caroline's begun absently moving to the heavy bass that's blaring through the club, "She's not looking now. But we have to go talk to her. Stop acting like you've seen me naked."

Klaus laughs at that, gives her neck a more intent kiss that has her nails digging into his hand, "Easier said than done, love. Especially since I intend to see you naked again before my forty hours are up."

She scoffs, "Yeah, I don't think that's going to happen. I am so not getting naked in Marcel's office. I totally should have worn a skirt."

God, that's not an image that he needs right now. "There's still plenty of time for you to be naked in my bed."

"With Rebekah and Kol in the apartment?" she tilts her head to look at him, brows raised skeptically, "Not likely."

Klaus can't help the short groan he lets out at the reminder. He loves his siblings, but the sheer number of them became awfully inconvenient at times. "I thought you were supposed to be an optimist?"

"I'm just saying, it's not possible, logistically speaking."

"I'll endeavor to prove you wrong."

"There's that arrogance again."

He drops both of his hands to clutch her hips, pulls her into him, swallows back a moan as she rubs her arse against him. Caroline lets out a low, husky laugh that tells him she knows exactly what she's doing, "Not arrogance. Confidence. I'm accustomed to doing whatever it takes to make things go my way."

"Your way?" Caroline asks archly, eyes narrowing.

"Our way," Klaus amends, "assuming you've not changed your mind?"

"Nope," Caroline responds, "but I'm still going to go with arrogant." She pulls away from him, shoots one last teasing smirk over her shoulder, before diving into the throng of people dancing around them.

Klaus shakes his head, and follows, dodging people when possible, shoving when necessary. It takes a few minutes for him to make his way to where Caroline has caught up with Rebekah and Marcel. Marcel nods when Klaus joins them but Rebekah eyes him disdainfully, "Oh, Nik. Why am I not surprised that your abysmal taste in women has once again reared its ugly head? And at such an inopportune time?"

Klaus glances at Caroline but she seems amused, rather than offended, "Charming, Rebekah. And you wonder why I never bring anyone to meet you or mum?"

Rebekah snorts, "Oh please. I'd wager no one lasts long enough to justify the cost of the ticket. Was it the one you slept with last night?"

Caroline's eyes widen slightly at that and it's Marcel's turn to look amused as his head swivels between the three of them, "No, Bekah. Not that it is any of your concern but I broke up with Genevieve weeks ago. It seems she's had a bit of trouble letting go."

"I can't understand why," Rebekah sniffs, "You're hardly a catch."

Klaus opens his mouth to retort, offended, but Caroline cuts him off, "Okay! No Mikaelson squabbles, please and thank you. Kol's way too drunk to be the tiebreaker. Are you having fun, Bekah?"

"I am. Marcel's giving me the ins and outs of the neighborhood. It's his building I'm moving into, remember?"

Klaus is just about to point out that Marcel's neighborhood is, in fact, also his neighborhood, and that Rebekah's spent plenty of time there. She had spent nearly a month there, just last summer, when Caroline interjects again, pointing at him admonishingly, "Hey! When I said no squabbles that means you can't start one either."

Caroline glares at him until Klaus rolls his eyes and concedes, "Fine, fine. Because it's your birthday, Bekah. I'll play nice."

But, because Rebekah's not one to quit while she's ahead, she shoots Klaus a sly look, and bats her lashes, "Why thank you, Nik. And also, because it's my birthday, surely you'd not mind if Marcel and I went out to lunch tomorrow?"

Marcel avoids the fierce scowl Klaus directs his way, pretending to be surveying the crowd, and Klaus is just about to voice his strenuous objections, when Caroline steps on his foot. Not hard, and not with her heel, but enough to convey the threat of more severe violence, "I'm sure Klaus has nothing to say on the subject. Since you're an adult, and totally capable of making your own decisions."

"But…"

Caroline speaks over him pointedly, "And it's not as if Klaus would ask your permission to have lunch with anyone, or whatever, now would he?"

Klaus catches the double meaning, and from Marcel's expression, he does too. Klaus struggles, for a moment. Rebekah's his little sister. Marcel's a good friend, and so Klaus knows that he's no saint. But Rebekah's staring at him, primed for a fight. And Caroline's watching him expectantly, her lips thinning in irritation. Klaus turns from them, to Marcel, "A word? In private."

Klaus walks a few paces away, around the bar, he hears Rebekah protesting behind him, but when he turns, Marcel has followed him, though the other man looks wary, "I do not like this," Klaus begins. "Yet, Caroline is not wrong."

Marcel looks surprised, "So you're saying…"

"I am saying that, if it came down to it, I'd choose Rebekah in a heartbeat. As I would with any other member of my family. And after making that choice, I'd make you regret forcing me to do so. Do not even think about hurting her, understand?"

Marcel nods, "It's just lunch, Klaus. Maybe a walk. Just seeing if there's anything there."

Klaus grit his teeth. Rebekah fell too easily and too recklessly. But he'd given Marcel fair warning. And, in truth, Marcel had never been one to intentionally lead women on, "I will try to stay out of it."

"Key word being 'try?'" Marcel questions knowingly.

"Nobody's perfect, mate."

"Least of all you."

Klaus doesn't dignify that with a response. When he rejoins Rebekah and Caroline, Rebekah's got her arms crossed, a mutinous expression creasing her face, "Well? Have you ruined my life yet again, Nik?"

"So dramatic, Bekah."

Rebekah bristles, clearly working herself up to make a scene, but Marcel smoothly steps in, "Do you like Thai food? There's a great place that just opened up last month."

Rebekah's mouth drops open as she looks back at Klaus in disbelief, "I…"

"She does!" Caroline answers for Rebekah, elbowing her.

"I do," Rebekah parrots, then seems to shake herself. "What…"

"Aaannnd I think that's our cue to go," Caroline says, clapping her hands together, before grabbing Klaus' arm. "Excellent personal growth, everyone. Let's not ruin it by overthinking it, mmkay? You two have fun!" she calls, dragging Klaus away.

He lets her, for a few meters, then plants his feet and forces her to stop, "You're manhandling me an awful lot today, Caroline."

She turns to him, stumbles when she's jostled from behind, but catches herself with her hands against his chest. A smile curves her lips as she drags them down and around him, pulling him closer, "And here I was thinking that you liked it when I handled you."

Klaus grimaces, "That was a very Kol-like response. I'm not sure I approve."

"Kol would have said 'handled your manhood.' For sure."

Klaus winced at the way her voice dropped when she impersonated his brother, "That was unpleasant. I might even say creepy."

Caroline threw her head back and laughed, "Accurate, though. You should appreciate it as a boner killer, at least. You know, since we're about to go have a talk with your ex-girlfriend." Her hand has snuck into the back pocket of his jeans, which rather nullifies her attempts to dampen his arousal.

"What exactly is your plan there?"

Caroline shrugged, "We'll see. I'm going try the whole kill 'em with kindness thing to start. We'll see how she reacts. It'll depend on if she's actually just really into you or if she's actually a nutball. I'll go full mean girl if necessary."

Klaus can't help but be skeptical, "That's your plan? Seems a bit thin, love."

"You always were terrible at girl politics," she says, shooting him a pitying look.

"Because I remain dubious about the existence of such a thing."

"Such a boy," Caroline mutters, shaking her head, "Now come on, let's do this."

Caroline threads her fingers through his. It's something she's done a lot of this evening, and Klaus sort of enjoys it, something he finds surprising. Public displays of affection don't come naturally to him, and he's usually uncomfortable with them. It's easier with Caroline, somehow.

She drops slightly behind him as they approach the area where Genevieve and her friend had been seated, "Remember," she hisses, leaning in so close he can feel the barest brush of her hair against his neck, "you're totally into me!"

As if he needs the reminder.

Genevieve spots him coming. She's now alone and she perks up, a smile lighting her face, as he approaches. Her expression dims as the longer she looks at him, her gaze going down his arm and focusing on his and Caroline's joined hands, "Hello, Genevieve," Klaus greets politely, when they're next to the table, "how are you?"

Her smile is strained as she replies, "Good. You?

"Fine."

"Who's your friend?" she asks, eyeing Caroline up and down.

Caroline steps forward, hand extended, smiling warmly, "Caroline Forbes. It's nice to meet you."

"How do you know Klaus?" Genevieve asks, shaking the hand Caroline had offered automatically.

Caroline giggles, takes Klaus' hand again and leans into his side, "Oh, I've known Klaus forever."

Genevieve raises a skeptical brow, "Really? I've never seen you around."

"I don't live here, at the moment. Klaus and I are from the same town. Our mothers are good friends."

"Yes. I met Caroline the first week we moved to America, when I was fourteen." Technically true, though Klaus suspected glossing over the fact that he'd met her when she'd been just a child, and Rebekah's friend, was the smart play. "We've kept in touch," Klaus continued. Also technically true.

"I've visited a few times," Caroline says, picking up the story and looking at him affectionately.

"Hopefully a few more in the future," Klaus replies.

"We'll see," Caroline teases, leaning in and pecking his cheek, before turning to Genevieve. "Are you here with anyone?"

Genevieve had been looking at Klaus, her eyes measuring, but turns her attention to Caroline when addressed directly, "My friend Celeste. She's writing a piece on the club. I've been here a few times, with Klaus, so she asked me to come with."

Klaus stiffens a bit, but Caroline ignores the proprietary tone Genevieve had used, "It's a great place, isn't it? So many people. I'm sure you won't have any trouble finding company. That dress is great, by the way."

"Thank you," Genevieve says slowly.

"You're welcome! I wish I could wear gold, but it makes me look sallow."

"Nonsense, love," Klaus chimes in, bringing her hand up to kiss her knuckles, "You're beautiful."

Caroline rolls her eyes at Genevieve conspiratorially, "He thinks he's so charming, doesn't he? With the accent and the pet names. It's a good thing he's nice to look at." That coaxes a small smile from Genevieve, which Caroline returns.

"Well, it was nice to meet you, Genevieve. I'm going to see if I can track down some of our friends and go dance. I'll let you two talk. Find me when you're done, Klaus!"

Once again, Caroline leaves him behind. Klaus is confused. This was not exactly what he'd been expecting of this confrontation. He's unsure of what it means, and what he's supposed to say now. He'd thought his initial break up speech had been clear and he has no desire to repeat it.

"She seems sweet," Genevieve offers, breaking the awkward silence that had befallen them.

Klaus laughs fondly, "She's not, really. She's demanding and a perfectionist and she always has to be right."

"But you like her anyway."

"But I like her anyway," Klaus confirms, "Gen…"

But she shakes her head, "No, don't. I think I get it. I get what Klaus Mikaelson looks like when he's into someone. And I'm kind of getting that you were never that into me."

"I'm sorry."

Genevieve knocks back the rest of her drink, "Don't be. Not for that. You were kind of a dick at the end, though."

"It's a flaw, I'm told."

"I'll bet. I'm going to take your friend's advice and make the most of this dress. I'll see you around, Klaus." Genevieve hops off her stool and walks away from him, not sparing a look back at him.

Klaus watches her go. Well. That had been far simpler than anticipated. Perhaps Caroline was onto something with that 'girl politics' idea.

When Klaus finds Caroline again she's in the company of Lexi and Stefan, her and Lexi dancing happily to the music, to several appreciative stares, while Stefan looks pained standing next to them, barely shuffling to the beat.

"Klaus!" Caroline exclaims upon seeing him, throwing her arms around his shoulders, continuing to move to the song.

Lexi shoots him a knowing look, makes an odd scooping gesture that Klaus is pretty sure is a refrence to her 'rusty spoon' threat, than turns to Caroline, "I'm going to go back upstairs with Stefan before he dies of being an unfun, broody, stick in the mud."

"I'd take death, right now," Stefan tells them, straight faced and solemn.

Caroline laughs and Lexi shoves him. Stefan and Lexi are easily swallowed by the dancing mob as they walk away.

"Good talk?" Caroline asks sweetly, leaning into him as she sways to the music, her breasts brushing his chest. "Seems like she bought it. I was spectacular of course. You were a little cheesy."

Klaus ignores the dig as he considers, "Not too terrible, actually. But I thought your plan was for you to dispatch the clinger, not to force me to have a heart to heart with the woman."

Caroline shrugs, "I said I would wing it. She really liked you, I think. I've been there. But it worked, didn't it? She's given up."

"It seems like it," Klaus admits.

"Because I am a genius. And a master at girl politics, say it."

Klaus sighs, "You're a master, love."

"Don't think I'm not noting the lack of enthusiasm, but I'll take it."

"How gracious of you," Klaus deadpans. He loops an arm around her waist, and nips her earlobe before he murmurs, "Now that we've dealt with the unpleasantness, shall we make use of the key to Marcel's office I acquired?"

Caroline pulls back, taps a finger to her chin as she feigns deep thought, Klaus body tightens as he flashes back to those purple painted lips on his skin, "I'm pretty sure I mentioned something about inappropriate dancing."

"I'm not much of a dancer, love." And it's true. Klaus can waltz well enough (something his mother had insisted on) but he'd always been more of a drinker at places like these. He's slightly better than Stefan, and has been moving with Caroline as they chatted, but it was far from his favorite activity.

Caroline's lips curl mischievously, "Lucky for you, I am."

Before Klaus can ask her what she means, she's spun away from him. She presses her back into his chest and lifts one arm over her head, her nails raking briefly through his hair. His hands fall to her hips as she swivels them to the music, rocking against his cock, which is once again straining his zipper, maddeningly.

He stills, and closes his eyes as he tries to get a handle on his libido but she makes a protesting noise, "Move with me, Klaus. I know you can do that well enough."

Klaus does, letting his hands wander down to the smooth skin of her thighs. "One song," he bargains.

"Three songs."

"Two," Klaus counters instantly.

Caroline snickers, presses into him more deliberately. Klaus' grasp on her firms and he bites back a curse, "Three," she insists. "It'll be worth your while."

"Caroline," Klaus says, and it's the closest he's come to whining in a very long time.

She spins back around, slots his thigh between hers and rolls her hips provocatively, her hands running along his shoulders, "We can't disappear for too long. Think of this as foreplay."

Her head tips back and her lips part as she moves against him. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes dark and heavy-lidded. Her breath comes faster with every grind she makes, he can feel it, and the occasional brush of her lips, when she tips her head towards his ear again. Klaus decides that if she wants to dance then he'll indulge her. He suddenly sees the appeal of working her up out here, of then taking her, quick and needy and frantic, once they're alone. He dips his head, traces his tongue down her throat to just under the neckline of her top, smirks when he feels the vibrations of the moan she lets out.

"Fine, love. Three songs." He slips a hand up the back of her billowy tank, glides it along the slightly damp skin of her spine, and traces the bottom band of her bra until she shivers. "Something occurred to me, while we were speaking with Rebekah."

"Oh?" Caroline asks absently, following his lead and slipping her hand under his shirt.

"My goal will be much easier to attain with Bekah occupied tomorrow."

"Goal?" she asks.

Klaus smirks, dips his hand just under the waistband of her shorts teasingly, "So quickly you've forgotten. I want you naked again, Caroline. Spread out on my bed, aching for my touch."

She shivers at the words, clears her throat before speaking, "Of course, an ulterior motive appears. I knew you caved too easily."

"Bekah will do what she wants regardless. If I were to forbid her from dallying with Marcel, she'd probably want to do it more. At least this way I won't have to listen to her complain incessantly. That it conveniently aligns with my aims is just a bonus."

"Uh-huh. And how are you going to get rid of Kol? I'm pretty sure if he knows he's being sexiled he'll plant himself on your couch and refuse to let me out of his sight."

Klaus smiles, watches her eyes drop to his mouth, "Trust me, love. I'll think of something."

Somehow, they'd made it through the entirety of three songs, though Klaus cursed the length of the third one. He very much saw Stefan's point about dance music. What was the point of extending a perfectly good song to such a degree?

Klaus had grabbed Caroline's hand the second the final notes of that infernal song bled into the next. He'd tucked her behind him and shouldered through the dancers on the floor, pulled her with him. He'd led her to the back of the club, then through the kitchens, and down the narrow hallway that led to Marcel's office. She hadn't seemed to mind the quick pace he'd set, pressing herself against his back and urging him to hurry as he'd fumbled for the key.

Easier said than done, when her nimble fingers went straight for his belt, and her breathy pleas to hurry straight to his cock. One hand dropped even further, rubbing him through his jeans. Klaus cursed, and finally got the door unlocked, stumbling across the threshold, first before turning to slam it shut and press Caroline against it.

He took the time to throw the lock, before burying a hand in her hair and attempting to kiss her.

"Uh-uh," Caroline denied, turning her head to the side. "Lipstick, remember?"

Once again, Klaus dropped his head onto her shoulder in frustration, his hands restlessly roaming her curves, "You must be joking, sweetheart?"

"Nope," Caroline plucked the condoms out of her bra and handed them to him. Then she arched her back, and brought her hands behind her, quickly unhooking her bra and letting it fall to the floor, "no kissing this time. Think of it as an opportunity to get creative." She shoved the front of his shirt up, and dragged her nails down his stomach and the marks she'd made earlier.

Klaus steps away, surveys her, and notes the challenge in her gaze. He flicks on the lights, to better see her. Caroline's resting against the door, head cocked to the side as she watches him. Her nipples are tight and nearly visible behind the sheer fabric that covers them, and he reaches out to run gentle fingers across one peak, circling until her eyes flutter shut.

"I think I can do that," Klaus replies lowly, and then he drops to his knees.

Caroline's eyes pop open in surprise, and he pushes her shirt up, mouths along the waistband of her shorts. He drapes her thigh over his shoulder, traces his lips along the inner curve. Her heel digs into his back for a moment as he bites down gently on a faint mark he finds, left over from last night. "These need to go," he tells her, hooking his fingers in the waistband. The shorts are stretchier than they appear and he tugs them down easily. Caroline steadies herself with her hands on his shoulder as he helps her get them off while she's still wearing her high heels.

Klaus glances up, to check that she's still on board.

What he finds pleases him. Her hair is wild from the humidity in the club, and her exertions on the dance floor, and Caroline's flushed and smiling. There's barely a trace of the self-consciousness that he'd had to work through last night, and Klaus is glad for that.

He drags his fingers up her legs, smirks when she squirms as they brush across the sensitive backs of her knees. Klaus continues up her thighs, cups her arse and confirms that the sheer black fabric covering her is, in fact, a thong, "Wall, desk or couch, Caroline?" he asks, conversationally.

She glances around the room, considers the options. Picks the one he was hoping for when she says, "Desk," decisively.

Klaus can't help the pleased grin, "Excellent choice," he compliments, and then gives her space as he gets to his feet. He gestures for her to precede him.

Caroline rolls her eyes knowingly, but the set of her mouth is amused. She saunters over to the desk, obligingly lifting the back of her shirt, and Klaus hangs back to watch. The heels and the legs and the little strip of fabric separating the pert cheeks of her arse are the stuff fantasies are made of.

"I suppose you want me to keep the shoes on?" she asks over her shoulder.

"If you wouldn't mind."

"Far be it for me to hinder your creativity," Caroline taunts, leaning over and planting her hands on the desk, before looking back at him.

Klaus' mouth goes dry at the sight, and he's crossing the room before he can even think about it, "I'm afraid creativity has very little to do with this," he confesses, one hand burrowing under her shirt.

Caroline moans as he rolls a nipple, but manages a retort, "Yeah. Bent over a desk is kind of a porn cliché. Can I get you some coffee, Mr. Mikaelson?" she asks, pitching her voice higher and more seductive than usual. "Or wait, naughty schoolgirl is probably better. What will you have me do for my detention, Mr. Mikaelson? I've been a bad girl."

She's joking but it sends a jolt to his cock all the same and Klaus is quickly using his free hand to pull her underwear aside, groaning at the wetness he finds once he delves underneath. Caroline spreads her legs, giving his hand more room, and leans more heavily on her palms. Klaus works her clit, in the way he's learned she likes best, fitting his cock against the curve of her arse. He eases a finger into her and she pants out, "Yes, Klaus. More," as she clamps down.

Klaus bites her shoulder gently, mindful of leaving marks, and works a second finger in. Caroline rocks her hips against his hand as he builds a rhythm, the little sighs and moans that tumble from her lips making him crazy.

He's hard, and beyond ready, in his jeans. But he needs Caroline to be close because Klaus doesn't trust himself not to lose it the second he's inside her. He's been built up so many times already in the last few hours, he's rather afraid his stamina is shot. Caroline's movements grow jerky, her voice ragged, and Klaus pulls his hand away, taking a step back to work on getting out of his pants. She sags against the desk, a frustrated sigh escaping, "I was almost there, you jerk."

"I know. Soon, I promise. Turn around."

Caroline does, on shaky legs, leaning on the desk behind her. Its surface is completely bare, and Klaus can't help but be grateful Marcel's the tidy and organized sort. Klaus helps her sit on it, and encourages her to lay back. She does so with a grumpy huff, and Klaus can't help the affectionate peck he places on her cheek. He pushes her shirt up, so it's bunched over her breasts. Klaus makes his way down, drops kisses and nips down her throat. He uses tongue and teeth, playing with first one nipple, than the other, until she's squirming underneath him with her hands are clenched in his hair. Klaus hooks his hand under one of Caroline's knees, bringing it up and taking off her shoe before placing her foot on the edge, then repeating the process with the other leg.

Klaus shoves his boxers down, bends to take a quick taste of her, her hands pulling almost painfully at his hair, when he lets his tongue rasp over her swollen clit through the fabric of her knickers, "Klaus," Caroline moans, hoarse and throaty, arching up against his mouth.

Klaus' hands are shaking as he rolls the condom on, he scratches her accidently when he pulls her thong off, "Fuck, sorry," he apologizes, kissing the red mark.

"Don't care. Hurry up," Caroline demands, her hips rolling impatiently.

"As you wish," Klaus mutters and lines himself up. He pushes in hard, grabbing her hips to keep Caroline from sliding across the polished wood underneath her.

Caroline's hands scrabble at his shoulders and she yanks him down, shoving one arm under his shirt to claw at his back, "Move," she pants.

Klaus nods, burying his face in her throat to muffle his groans, bracing himself with a forearm under her head, setting a harsh, snapping pace. Caroline moves against him frantically, one leg wrapping around him, to urge him to go harder. Klaus is fast approaching his peak, can feel it building so he works his hand between them to rub at her clit. Caroline's head tilts back, and his name comes out strangled as she quakes underneath him, the clutch of her inner muscles ripping Klaus' climax from him.

He relaxes against her, bringing his other arm up to support his weight as they calm down. Her legs drop from the table as she relaxes, and Klaus props himself up, "Well? Creative enough for you?" he questions.

Caroline smiles at him, and stretches languidly. She moves to sit up, "You want a grade? I thought I was the student here?"

"What?"

"Oh, please. You were pretty obvious that 'Mr. Mikaelson' turned you on. Kind of surprising, given how weird you are about my age."

Klaus averts his gaze as he helps her sit up, and bends to retrieve her thong, "There's a bathroom over there," he tells her, gesturing to the far wall.

Caroline lets out a giggle, "Did I just embarrass you? Are you blushing? That's amazing."

Klaus is just about to protest (he just thought that role-play fantasies were maybe not appropriate at this juncture of their relationship and he worried about making her uncomfortable. Is that a crime?). But Caroline shakes her head, still smiling, and hops up off the desk. "Relax," she tells him, and brushes past him to collect her bra, giving his arse a slap that has him biting back a shocked yelp.

"I'm not embarrassed," Klaus stutters out.

"Sure," Caroline drawls, "Don't worry. It's cute," she assures him, before closing the bathroom door behind her, leaving a baffled Klaus behind.

Caroline Forbes was turning out to be highly unpredictable and he hated that his time with her was so quickly running out.

More Notes: So, opinion time. Would we like to see how the rest of the weekend shakes out? Or are we over this time period? I'd love to know your thoughts. Thanks for reading!