Draw Me Like One Of Your French Girls

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Warnings: Talks of nudity, A bit/suggestions/mentions of nudity at the end, (playful - ?) kidnapping,

Info You Might Need To Know: "Speaking",

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Requested By: No One

Summary: Caroline went to sleep in her bed, only to wake up in Klaus. Turns out, the big bad hybrid had kidnapped her just to draw her on the new couch he got.

Today's Special

Look at the way he captured her. The curve of her back, the softness of her skin. She was in every brush stroke.

~Unknown

Caroline was woken up with the sun shining in her eyes, and it's warmth covering her body. Still clinging onto sleep, the baby vampire rolled over, and snuggled into her other pillow. But instantly she was hit with the strong smell of pinewood, with a hint of ginger.

Caroline's eyes flew open, she recognized the scent. It belonged to Klaus.

She sat up, and took in her surroundings. The last thing she remembered was falling asleep on her warm, comfortable bed.

But right now, she wasn't in her warm, comfortable bed. She was in Klaus' large room in his mansion. In his bed, surrounded by his scent.

Caroline's eyes widened as the realization she was in his bed, played in her head like a broken record. The blond threw the blankets from her body, relieved to see that she was indeed still dressed in her pajamas, and not her birthday suit, as she had feared.

Now that her primary fears were eased, Caroline was tempted to leave. But she remembered that she was in a house full of several hybrids, whose bite was absolutely lethal to her kind. So she instead sat up on the bed, and took in the room, as she waited for Klaus.

It's primary colors were red and maroon. The furniture was brown, and looked like it was made of expensive wood. Probably the priciest, without question. Because a Mikaelson never settled for anything but the best. The bed sheets though, she noticed, were a royal blue color.

Her eyes then traveled to the window, and she smirked, seeing a way out. Even if they were on the second floor, a jump like that would be nothing to a vampire.

Caroline walks over and reaches out to open the window so she can jump out, only to hiss and pull back once her fingers touch it.

Vervain.

She tries another part, only to get the same results. The entire thing was covered in vervain. She spun around and glared at the doorknob, wondering if it was also covered in vervain.

The door then swung open, and her glare landed on the thousand year old hybrid who walked in. "Klaus." Caroline growled, "Why did you bring me here?" she demanded.

"Well, I'd be more than happy to answer. But I expect you'd probably like to eat first." Klaus said, setting the tray down on the table in the room. He nodded towards the tray of food.

Caroline was tempted to throw it at his perfect face, but the eggs, toast, and bacon - one of her favorite foods, did look quite good. He also had a glass of blood next to it.

"B-positive. Your favorite." Klaus tempted her, and it worked. Because Caroline sat down.

"So, what do you want now, creeper?" The baby vampire asked, taking a sip of the blood. "It better be good, if you kidnapped me. Because I was looking forward to waking up in my own bed this morning."

Klaus smiled, not at all phased by ire. "Well I just won this wonderful couch from Kol, it was one of Marie Antoinette's favorites."

"So? What does that have to do with me?" Caroline asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, as I looked at it, all I could imagine was you. Sprawled across it; my fingers itched to capture you on paper like that. One of the main reasons I even got it from Kol." Klaus confessed without shame, causing Caroline to choke on a piece of bacon.

Frantically drinking some water, she glared at him. "You can't just say that!"

"Why not? You already know I want you." Klaus challenged.

Caroline glared at him, "So what? That's why you kidnapped me."

"Yes."

Caroline suddenly grew self conscious as she felt his eyes on her. "You want me like this?" She asked, surprised.

She had bed hair, and was in a black sleeping shirt that read 'I can't adult today, tomorrow doesn't look good either'. And long, black and white checkered, soft loose, cotton bottoms. She normally wouldn't have ordered something like this. But it was a particularly tiring day of being a vampire and dealing with Elena's messes. She saw the set and decided to get it. She wanted to say it was an impulse buy, but it really wasn't. She really connected with the shirt. It was kind of ironic, considering she wouldn't ever turn 18.

"Oh there are ton's ways I'd want you. This is just one of them." Klaus purred, leading her to law across the couch so her head was on one arm, and her legs hanging off the other end. "Though I admit, you'd look even better on the couch without any clothes hindering you."

"Perv!" Caroline accused.

"I'm just being honest, love." Klaus smiles charmingly, as he picks up his sketch book that was laying on the side.

"So… clothes off?"

"No!" Caroline glared.

"Well, I'll just have to use my imagination for that one." Klaus said, taking in her golden hair, brilliant blue eyes, and how her bright strawberry lips were forming a cute pout.

Caroline let out a gasp, "No! Don't you dare! What if someone finds it?"

"Then I'd compel them to forget and rip their own eyeballs out everytime they grow back." Klaus answered without missing a beat.

"Oh, and what if it's one of your siblings!" Caroline challenged, mortified at the thought of anyone finding the picture and seeing her in such a state.

The artist hummed, "I'm not too worried about Finn, plus that wife of his does have him on a tight leash. Hm, Elijah only has eyes for that thorn in my side, and his reaction should be entertaining. Rebekah already knows to leave that particular sketchbook alone. As for Kol, if only you'd give me back my daggers. You wouldn't have to worry about him coming across it, and we wouldn't have that problem, would we?"

Looking at the clock, Caroline saw that about two hours had passed since she woke up, "How much longer." The blond asked. "I agreed to meet Bonnie at the grill later today."

"I know." Klaus smiled. "That's why I needed to get you as soon as you got up. Or I wouldn't have been able to do this today. You have quite the busy schedule you know."

"Stalker." Caroline called, but couldn't fight the smile on her face.

"Only about another eight minutes, sweetheart."

Humming, she asked, "Don't models usually get paid for this kind of thing?"

"I recall giving you a diamond bracelet, only for you to throw it back in my face." Klaus said with a teasing tone. "Would you prefer a necklace, maybe a crown? We could always get your daylight ring updated."

"Hey, my daylight ring is perfectly fine." Caroline protested.

"For a small town girl, maybe. But for a queen, you deserve something just as grand. Don't you think?" Klaus asked.

"Yeah. A ring you're gonna just happen to try and slip on to my ring finger? Better luck next time buddy." Caroline rolled her eyes.

Klaus shrugged his shoulders slightly, "Well, I certainly wouldn't say no to the opportunity should it ever arise."

Putting his drawing down, he nodded towards her. And she instantly got off the couch, stretching. "I'm never doing this again." she declared.

"That's what you said the last thirty nine times, love!" Klaus called out from behind her, "Until next time."

Five months later, here she was once again Laying on the same couch. Just this time, he has the sketch book all his siblings knew to stay away from, in his lap, and none of her clothes blocking his view.

The title, I couldn't resist naming it that. Believe it or not, I just remembered the saying, but I had no idea it was from Titanic, or got popular because of it I think, or what it really meant. So after finding out what it meant, I couldn't help but add the little scene at the end.

Also I do take requests. I wasn't getting any, so I took the 'Requested By' section down. But now that I am, I put it back up. Feel free to make requests, just remember, I do reserve the right to deny any requests I am not comfortable writing.

I may edit some requests, such as just taking away any NSFW portion you may want, which I am currently not really comfortable writing right now.

Just know, I have like 25 pages, yes, literally 25 pages of ideas lined up. So it may take me a while to get to your requests. They aren't in order, so I just write whichever one I'm in the mood to write from the list.

So if I do accept your request I will write. 'One day, in a year or even in a century', I will get to it.

Anyways,

KLAROLINE FOR LIFE BECAUSE I WILL GO DOWN WITH THIS SHIP!