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Just My Luck

My contribution to Klaroline Arbor Day with special thanks to @lilbreck for helping me from the beginning of this idea to the last draft. With that said my mistakes are my own.

I really hope you enjoy this because it really got me writing again and I hope you love it as much as I do. Thanks and happy reading as always! :))

“Just my bloody luck,” he mutters as he looks at the ever growing list of delays on the screen noting that his flight has just appeared on it.

The storm outside the building’s windows inflicting havoc on Klaus’ plans to go home early and get a few days of silence before his siblings arrive home next week. The idea is now less likely he thinks as he reaches for his luggage getting ready to duel it out with the airport representatives for a refund. Disgruntled he moves gruffly through the throng of people going this way and that when he sees a sight that stops him in his tracks.

Klaus’ lips stretch into a smile seeing her across the airport looking rung out and defeated a look he can confess he’s never seen on her before. It almost makes Caroline seem, human. Rolling his luggage behind him he preens checking his coat and rubbing the growing scruff over his jaw. It had to have been at least four years since he saw her last. His head shakes away the memory of the last time he saw her, the last time he touched her intimately. She’s biting her lip now, a death grip on her purse and luggage as he makes his way over still unnoticed.

“Caroline,” he utters from beside her as he pulls to a stop putting his luggage in front of him just in case this was a bad idea.

She wants to throw an adult tantrum and tell the customer service rep where exactly she can put her apologies but rationally Caroline knows it’s not her fault. It’s not anyone’s except this freak storm outside that she and the airport hadn’t planned on back in October when she booked the flight. Now said storm was delaying all of the flights she can think of to try to find a way home. So instead she stands there bags in hand thinking about getting a rental and seeing just how far that goes when her mother’s voice in her head warns her about the dangers of being alone in the middle of a storm.

Caroline beams, the defeated look no longer mearing her features as her green eyes shine realizing who has just spoken her name, “Klaus?” she cries excitedly pulling him into a hug.

She shivers feeling him press against her enveloping her with his recognizable scent, so welcoming and all together so new. Caroline holds onto him pleased to see a familiar face under the circumstances she finds herself in happily noting that he’s not eager to pull away as his hands drag down her hips when she leans back. They stare into one another’s eyes disbelieving of the reality as Caroline struggles to find her voice or any words at all.

Nibbling on her lip she’s encouraged by the look of fondness he gives her, “Wow, what are you doing here?” she asks never having expected to run into him here or anywhere for that matter.

“Same as you I would think, trapped by the storm,” Klaus gives her an easy answer as her eyes drag down his front distinctly lingering a moment too long on the cluster of necklaces he has around his neck leading down his chest.

One in particular he guesses recalling that he still wore the thin black leather cord that held the remains of the cheap broken locket she found one day before their trysts. Shagging his sister’s old sorority friend had never been at the forefront of his mind until he met her. And even then, ‘shagging’ was never quite the right word for what they were doing though neither was the term ‘making love’. From the moment they met it was like spark and timber, even now he felt the blaze between them.

“Pretty much,” she replies in kind taking him back to the present as she takes a step back her hands falling from his shoulders down his arms in an easy caress, one surely an old friend wouldn’t read into.

Klaus scratches his neck, his skin flaring as he reveals why he’s there, “I’ve just flown in,” he pauses, “I was on a connecting flight to,” Caroline nods.

“New Orleans,” she finishes for him with a soft incline of her head that makes her hair dip to one side, no, she was not flirting, “I had heard you had moved out there,” she admits.

Klaus’ eyes narrow, “Rebekah,” he gathers and she nods in response at the sound of her friends name remembering to call her later.

Desperately pushing down the memory of Klaus tied to her bed as Rebekah walked in quickly made her body pulse with an old feeling of embarrassment. Her hand covers her face as it heats, she should not be thinking about how good that day had been before Rebekah had ever known about their little friends with benefits deal. She scratches her brow trying to forget how much their group of so-called friends had teased them afterwards.

She smiles unable to stop, “Well you know we were always close. Even after,” Caroline reminds him with a point of her finger in reference to their brief time together.

Klaus chuckles in spite of himself taking advantage of how close they are as he leans his whole body closer mischievously, “After you threw my shirt in my face and told me none too politely to ‘get out’ for the last time?”

Caroline’s head falls back as she bubbles with laughter recalling that specific day when she was already running late but he couldn’t keep his hands off of her. Remembering every single time she tried to pull up the zipper of her dress her would only drag it down and kiss her bare skin until she gave in. That is until finally she realized she was late for work, that day had changed everything for her presently.

“Whoa, no grudges I see,” she says as her hand nudges his shoulder playfully his fingers catching her hand in a polite tangling of fingers.

Klaus smirks, “You know I love teasing you,” he mouths, his low timbre making her skin chill with awareness and warm in her belly all at once.

Another blush, she feels it as she hold her head in her hand, “I just- I don’t know how to answer that, she confesses unable to completely fight off the way he still makes her feel.

“The flush of your face says otherwise but I’ll pick my battles,” Klaus relents with a grin as his other hand cups her cheek fleetingly surprising even himself.

“Good choice,” Caroline states spotting the airport bar out of the corner of her green eyes and forming an idea, “Did you maybe want to get a drink with me?” she asks him.

Klaus’ lips purse in faux consideration, “Old times sake?” she coaxes with a winning smile as she tugs on their joining hands pulling him forward with her.

“It’d be a pleasure,” Klaus practically purrs making Caroline roll her eyes at the innuendo that was ever present in his tone relishing in the idea that he might still be enticed by her.

She laughs again looking away from him for a moment, “You think you’re cute,” she says when their eye meet again, his smile doubling in size as his dimples cut into his cheeks making her heart jump.

“Just trying to get you all worked up,” Klaus jokes watching her reaction very closely wondering if Caroline would be at all interested in him now -If she had felt anything at all for him, ever.

Her neck jerks, her eyes looking back at him as they drag their own luggage, “Seriously?” she shots back at him with a look of incredulity if not flattery.

Klaus walks just behind her, his eyes on where their hands are still joined loath to unravel them for the foreseeable future, “I always wonder how a sorority girl who says things like ‘Seriously?’ got a law degree.” He snorts.

“Elle Woods got a law degree,” Caroline tells him without a glance backwards almost to their destination and eager to get a drink inside of her empty belly to quell the fluttering of the butterflies there.

“Who?” he asks her knowing full well who Elle Woods was because he did have a sister and he because of that fact often obligated to sit down and watch the likes of ‘The Notebook”.

“Watch a movie sometime,” Caroline grumbles as she pulls her luggage to a stop in front of the hostess who is currently talking with another guest.

“I do watch movies,” Klaus rebuffs merrily as he stops right behind her, feeling her back press against his chest as he breathes in the scent of her ever familiar shampoo.

It’s Caroline’s turn to snort, “You watch documentaries about the baroque period,” she jokes remembering the time she distracted him in the nearly empty movie theatre with her, err, mouth.

The hostess, a beautiful brunette named Dana strides back to her booth in a formfitting grey uniform upon seeing them, “Two?” she asks.

Klaus’s hand wraps around Caroline’s waist hugging her to him, “Yes, please, a quiet corner, old friends” he clarifies unnecessarily making Caroline’s face scowl.

“Of course,” Dana’s eyes instantly brighten as Klaus lets go of Caroline’s waist to let Dana lead them to the booth she has in mind.

“We used to have sex,” Caroline blurts out cursing herself straight after as she looks from Dana to Klaus and then concentrating on her shoes very hard until they reach the round booth.

“Caroline?” Klaus asks unable to keep the smile in his voice as he grabs for her rolling luggage having deposited his already by the side of the booth.

“Sorry, I don’t know why I said that,” she squeaks as she slides into the booth with Klaus following soon after though by the time she looks up Dana is gone and their waiter is walking towards them.

Before he can get a word in however Klaus is ordering, “I’ll have bourbon, straight. And I don’t want to presume but I think the lady will have an old fashion?” he asks looking at Caroline.

“The lady will,” Caroline concedes as the gentleman nods leaving his card on the edge of the table with his name before disappearing to ready their drink orders.

His lower lip dips into his mouth his teeth sucking it in contemplation before he asks even if it’s nervously, “Were you jealous just now?” searching her face for answers.

“I wasn’t,” Caroline articulates with a deep swallow, her eyes focusing on the blemish over his neck before she can fully concentrate on his jaw slowly making her way up to his face.

Klaus restrains himself from reaching for her chin, he hasn’t earned the right to touch her yet, “Then why won’t you look at me,” he implores gently.

Her eyes widen in response, “I’m looking right at you,” she answers him needing more air in her lungs or for no air to be in her lungs at all.

“Your eyes are on my neck,” Klaus points out dipping his head so her eyes lock with his briefly before her hand flies to push back the hair framing her face.

“Well yeah, it looks like you got a new tattoo,” she replies with a smile that never reaches her eyes but her curious tone he could work with.

“I did, I think you’d approve,” he tells her delicately cajoling her out of the sour mood that has presented itself in front of them.

“Look, maybe this was a bad idea,” Caroline nearly gets up to leave when their waiter returns with their drinks smiling politely at the pair of them as he correctly deposits their drinks.

“Sweetheart,” Caroline freezes at the endearment, Klaus curses under his breath in regret, “I didn’t meant to call you that,” he utters in apology.

Letting out a breath she nods, “We’re both kind of screwing this up,” she reasons annoyed that she hadn’t realized when their hands parted ways in the middle of the booth.

“We are,” he agrees with a small smile that has her lips spreading, “So let’s just forget it and drink. Catch me up on you,” he offers sweetly.

Caroline agrees with a swift nod letting Klaus back into the bubble of her life as if she was fitting him into it by recounting all of her new adventures in the last few years. They pause and take turns, Klaus surprising her with the confession that he’s painted her more than once in recent years. That he’d love to show her around his city if ever she’s up for it. An offer she is quick to return should he ever find himself in her neck of the woods. Their easy discourse bordering on resolute flirtation as one drink turns into three and four until their just tipsy enough to admit a few things.

With light giggle Caroline leans her body closer into Klaus’ until theirs barely any room left having gradually moved closer to one another in the last few hours, “I think I fell in love with you a little bit,” she whispers her biggest secret.

Klaus’ eyes magnify not that Caroline notices because she’s still chatting away animatedly, “I can admit that now, we’re in the clear,” she nods with a sip of his drink because her glass is empty.

Klaus removes the drink from beneath her fingers, “Funnily enough,” he tells her, “At that point in my life it was all about what I could get and all I wanted was you.”

Caroline’s head leans on his shoulder feeling herself wanting to sober, “Can you imagine what are lives would be like if I hadn’t taken that job?” she sighs into his sweater, “Would we even still be friends?”

Klaus grunts, “Are we even friends now?” he asks as he wraps his arm around her back pushing her body into his chest so he can hold her properly.

“You know what I mean.” She whines without any effort at all to fight with him, “We weren’t really thinking when we were together. It could have blown up in our faces.”

“Especially after my sister and the Salvatore’s found out about us,” he once again agrees with her feeling him nod above her head as his chin rests on the side of her forehead.

“I thought about going back after a year but then I heard you had moved,” she admits finding it easier to say without actually having to look up at him.

“Rebekah,” he repeats himself in that same tone of realization as he had earlier.

“Yeah,” she breathes holding his hand to her stomach as her other hand pushes their drinks further out of reach on the table no longer wanting to drink.

“Caroline,” her name is a sentence on his tongue, “To be clear you’re never in the clear with me,” he confides in her forcing her to acknowledge that whatever they had before. It was real.

Her tongue darts out licking her dry lips, “Good to know,” she replies reaching for her phone in her purse side pocket to check the time.

“You think the airport people have a weather update?” she asks changing the subject as she tosses her phone back into her purse not bothering with the pocket in her state.

“Airport people,” Klaus teases as he releases her from his hold to check his own phone for the time surprised at what he finds.

“I’m a little tipsy, shush,” she says rising carefully from the booth finding sliding a little bit harder to do when she’s less than sober.

Klaus opens his wallet leaving more than enough to pay for their drinks making Caroline roll her eyes at how spendthrift he is most of the time.

He shrugs in response following her out of the bar with a wave at Dana and Caroline tries not to read into Klaus being uncharacteristically polite to a stranger. They walk side by side in silence noting that the storm is still rampant outside through the windows of the airport. Caroline wondering in silences how the buildings windows had not yet broken under the pressure of the storm. Klaus lost in devising a plan to keep in her company just a little bit longer as they reach the help desk finding new crew members.

Waiting a short time that seemed to linger on as the line grew longer behind them and equally their senses grew unimpaired sobering them fully. The pair makes it to the front of the line each asking after their own respective flights. Both Caroline and Klaus find disappointing news at the end of their conversations with their representative. Klaus thanks the woman who looks just as tired as the civilians sitting on the carpet and chairs behind them.

Caroline leaves the line with her shoulders slumped as she reaches the closest empty chair and sets down all of her things. All she wanted was to get out of these clothes, shower and tuck herself into her own bed. Close to tears she feels a hand on her shoulders rubbing softly in a comforting manner without hesitation Caroline wraps her hand on his knees squeezing softly in thanks before sitting up to look at him. She was southern after all -bad posture was practically a sin.

“I guess we’re here for the night,” she says somberly rubbing her cheeks with the edges of her jean jacket wishing she had dressed for the weather instead of skinny jeans, flats and a top underneath.

Klaus brightens, “Actually, I heard a rumor,” he reveals to her piquing her interest, her pretty face gaining some of its usual shine as she scoots closer to him.

“When did you hear a rumor,” she asks him feeling that much better having Klaus at her side, it was like having a sidekick as they dueled it out with the storm outside.

“When you disappeared leaving me in the clutches of the single ladies behind us that complimented my arse,” Klaus reminds her waving at the women watching them with interest across the way.

Caroline laughs in spite of herself, “Tell me more,” she prods tucking her arm into his arm holding onto him ignoring Klaus’ incredibly smug look.

“Well, one gave me her number,” he reveals reaching for the number the woman had tucked into his back pocket showing it to her.

“Not that,” Caroline cries reaching for the paper crushing it before tossing it away, “About the rumor,” she tells him with glee in her voice.

Klaus always loved that about her, she always perked up, always had a light about her that nothing and no one could diminish. It was something that drew him to her in the beginning it was something that would always call to the darkest parts of his soul. Reaching for her cheek he rubbed his thumb over it feeling her lean into his touch just the slightest bit.

A precarious notion fixing itself in his mind, an untoward idea that he was sure Caroline would agree to with coaxing, maybe even a dare. One last tryst. One last time. His mind raced with the images of her underneath him, begging, the hoarse cry of his name falling from her lips, rolling on her tongue as she came.

He broke out in sweats just thinking of it, his hands shaking as he met her eyes feeling as if she could read his thoughts. He wondered if she would agree right away of if he was being far too presumptuous. Klaus was unengaged but a woman like Caroline surely had someone she was going home too, did she not? He simply hoped she would have mentioned if she was.

“There’s a hotel nearby,” he murmured conspiringly, “The last bus is about to leave and we could be on it. Would you be willing to risk it?” he probes her.

The first thought in her mind shoots out of her mouth, “What if they no longer have rooms?” she enquired wondering if he has a solution for that.

“I have a trust fund I hardly use remember?” he tells her, jumping from his seat, “If you want to sleep in a bed tonight I can do that Caroline,” he utters the magic words.

“This is unreal,” she tells him the joy evident on her face as she stands up reaching for her luggage and purse, “Come on, wait which way?” she asks.

“This way,” Klaus points in the far end direction reaching for her hand in the process, Caroline greedily takes it as they march towards the exit.

He held her hand on the bus. It was an observation, a fact. Caroline was curious about him, about the way his thumb rubbed over her pulse. The bus shook with the wind as they were exposed down the main road, and Caroline squeezed his hand tighter when the tires skid more than once. She found however that he was scared too, not that he would ever admit it, but he always seemed to look at her when he was afraid. Wanting to gauge her reaction, Caroline made sure to keep her face neutral.

Under the shelter of the hotel’s car roof they scurried out of the bad weather into the hotel meeting the reliving sight of the front desk and an anxious looking man behind it. The group half-walked, half-ran to get in a line one Klaus quickly cut dragging Caroline along with him by the hand making her blush at the sight of the annoyed people around her. After a quick conversation with the clerk Klaus was handed keys.

Caroline all but tripped over their luggage at the speed he was going as they took the stairs up to their room as it was advised to use the elevators under the weather conditions. The stirs to the third floor of the hotel was a challenge considering she hadn’t been to the gym in ever. Caroline cursed her naturally thin frame as she fought to control her breathing while Klaus didn’t look labored at all as they reached their door.

He smirked looking behind her, “Tired, Sweetheart?” he asked, she glowered at the nickname, the only thing he ever bothered to call her when they were nothing more than Rebekah’s brother and Rebekah’s friend.

“Fine,” she grumbled as she pushed past him unlocking the door with the key card and sliding inside, her anger subsiding at the sight of one plainly made bed and no couch to sleep on.

“Klaus,” she utters with a deep breath feeling her hand let go of her luggage as she turns to look at him shrouded in light from the hallway in the dark room.

He takes a step forward the door clicking shut behind his body, “Yes, Sweetheart,” answering again with that cursed nickname.

The light flickers on at the flick of his finger as Caroline struggles with what to say, “By now there are no other rooms,” she settles on the obvious.

“It’s not like we’ve never shared a bed before,” he retorts tugging on his ear as he too pushes his luggage aside turning his head to the bathroom.

His lips purse, a boyish grin forming as the light turns on in there, “Extra towels. Fantastic.” He tells her as he flounces in that direction turning on the shower head.

Caroline is left in the bedroom alone, her mind going to her only items to sleep in made of silk. Her eyes squeeze shut, not possible, she’ll have to sleep in something else. He can’t know she still has the gown he gave her, the one he nearly ripped off of her body multiple times. Why, why hadn’t she gotten rid of it? Or at least left it behind?

“Temperature is the way you like it,” Klaus says careful not to utter anything uncouth, wondering how long it would take for her to snap at him for the nickname, wondering if that was when he would have the courage to kiss her.

“You go first,” Caroline tells him nervously, Klaus peeks his head out of the bathroom concerned, all she had wanted to do a half an hour ago was shower and climb into bed. What was wrong now?

“Things will go much faster if you go first,” he insists reaching for a towel before striding in her direction handing it to her, hopefully assuring her everything is alright.

“Still taking hour long showers?” she asks seemingly coming around, her lighthearted nature appearing once again making his heart congest.

“I’m not a pubescent boy,” he counters with a smile, “But I think I will be in need of a cold shower tonight,” he confesses with a soft growl deep in his throat.

“You’ll get sick,” Caroline disagrees hugging the towel, “You should just shower with me, after me, I mean,” she stutters as his tongue licks the middle of his upper lip.

“Don’t worry Caroline, I won’t crawl into bed with you smelling foul as I do,” Klaus bolsters her making Caroline scoffs though he swears her eyes say something else.

“You smell really good for a guy who’s been stuck in an airport all day,” Caroline says off-handedly as she walks into the bathroom shutting the door before he can come up with a comment.

After she shut the door Caroline undressed quickly, folding her dirty clothes to hide her lace panties and bra shivering at the steam of the shower and the cold of the room hitting her exposed skin. Looking back at the door once more before slipping inside shutting the old glass door behind her hopeful the pressure of the shower head was enough to make her forget what awaited her outside of the bathroom. It was, at least until she started washing her body with the tiny soap having realized she left her own in the room.

Her hands went to her face her frustration coming on in small waves, her frustration at her flight, her day, her smell, and mostly about Klaus. She hadn’t wanted to admit it but he had saved her a little bit today, Caroline found it surprising how much Klaus being present today had helped. Her hands massaging the taunt muscles of her neck and shoulders as best as she could reach trying to figure out just what was making her feel this way about him, again.

She pictured him without meaning to, his lips, his genuine smile, all of his smiles finding herself grinning at the especially wicked one he would throw at her before they did something naughty. They had some spectacular memories between them involving hands and beds and trips away to stay hidden from the world. Making new ones here with him was filling her with a sense of nostalgia, her mind wondering if even Klaus knew how bewildering it was for them to be here.

Klaus, just his name elicited something within her, his significance and the love she had confessed for him only two hours ago. She wondered if she would have ever realized those feelings were still intact if she had never again. Her foot shifted as she fell into a memory of them dancing in the shower, her mindful of the wetness treading carefully as Klaus soothed her with whispers along her neck.

Her head fell back as she lost herself in the memory messaging her breasts in her hands Caroline let out a soft moan in reaction closing her eyes to enjoy it. Pinching her pert nipples just enough to have her breathing scatter as she began rolling her fingers over them and her body moving so the water ran down the valley of her breasts. Caroline pressed her thighs together knowing this was an entirely bad idea as she felt herself growing wet with desire.

She shifted from foot to foot mindful once more of the splashing sounds she might make as her thighs rubbed together while her hand slid down her stomach softly rubbing the nub of her clit making her gasp.

The glass door had fogged behind her leaving her in a safe haven as she pressed her back to the side wall of the square shower ignoring the falling river of water. She focused on herself making as little noise as possible while parting her legs bracing herself as her fingers delved over her arousal making her squirm. Klaus flashing in her mind as she puffed out a breath working her body up to the familiar lowness of his voice encouraging her.

Caroline sunk her fingers inside sliding in and out as the side of her thumb rubbed against her clit, the side of her nail scrapping her just right. Heat boiled in her blood as she came with a breathless cry of his name panting as she struggled with the nozzle to turn off the water and stay standing as she reached for the door. Her body leaned against the glass, the cool air on the other side cooling her off as her body left an imprint of her frame against the door while she slid out.

Outside of the bathroom after she had tired her towel around her entire body Caroline couldn’t look Klaus directly in the eye as he looked up, shirtless no less, from the pamphlet he was reading, “Feeling a bit more relaxed?” he asks genuinely.

Caroline squeezes her eyes shut as she answered him with a sift nod knowing that words would only damn her now, “I suppose it’s my turn,” he utters with an off look that she misses as he gathers his soap and shampoo, “I’ll leave you to dress.”

“Thanks,” she mutters out thankful her tone sounds even as she begins reaching for her luggage and dumping it on top of the window chair before unzipping the lid.

Klaus shut the door behind him locking it for good measure his mind racing with images of Caroline just outside the door bent over in a towel looking for something to cover her modesty was almost too much to consider. He scrubbed the temptation away with his hand over his eyes effectively rubbing out the image before depositing his soaps on the counter sink and pulling his shirt over his head tossing it aside. A dry laugh escaping him at the imprint of her frame over the fogged door the steam still seeping from the falls making the mirror bleed.

Opening the glass door he once again reaches for the nozzle setting the temperature to warm though his body felt ablaze in agony. He had joked about not being a mere boy but his raging hormones were telling another story at the present moment. Carefully he toed out of his boots and socks before pulling out of his jeans and boxers dropping them where he was cursing he remembers leaving his sweatpants tucked away in his luggage case.

He quickly collects his soaps stepping into the shower in favor of standing stark naked in the air conditioned room basking in the warmth of the water hitting his skin. Klaus’ hands running through the disheveled curls sticking to the sides of his own face before lathering the shampoo in and rinsing quickly. His hands worked the soap into his body only working him into a frenzied state in the enclosed space making his breath labored, his frustration grow.

Snapping Klaus shut off the water leaning his arm on the white subway tile across the wall as he regarded the draining water with disdain. Gathering himself he exited the glass door nearly tripping on his boot as he reached for his towel on the counter top drying his body off just as quickly as he washed. He made sure to unlock the door before attempting to open it, his hands tucking his towel in at his waist as he stepped back into the room.

She thought if she dressed quickly she could slip under the sheets and he wouldn’t see a thing until morning as she scurried with the towel rubbing the fluffy fabric over her sensitized body while searching for her sleeping gown. They both would just have to deal with it once they reached that bridge she told herself as she heard the water turn on again in the bathroom. Tragically her own mind automatically wonders if Klaus had settled on the cold shower option before she could stop herself.

When she had finally found it at the bottom of the bag Klaus had shut off the water and sounded as if he was toweling himself off, she shut off the light of the room noting the lamps at the beside lit up the room instead. Cursing her bad luck and the fact that men had infinitely less ground to cover in ways of the showers she quickly tossed everything but her gown back in. The door swung open before she could take her next breath and Caroline felt caught out, nothing ever going according to plan.

“I can slip back in if you like,” he offers and for a second Caroline isn’t sure if he means her of the bathroom until her mind clears and she shakes her head.

“No worries, I’ll just throw it over my head,” she says slipping her arms into the straps and pulling the gown down as she tugged off the towel from underneath. “All better.”

Klaus swallow, hard, his cock twitching from just behind the towel at the sight of Caroline undressing and redressing, at the sight of Caroline doing just about anything really. Averting his eyes he reaches for his luggage trying not to think about the silk gown obstructing his view of her perfect body. When he saw it, he had recognized it immediately, his pulse racing and even now he felt his labored breathing in the low light of the room.

“I promise. I’m not looking,” her voice resounded in his ears as he was swimming in old emotions, he heard her turn around, heard the sound of the curtain across the room be pulled open slightly.

Reaching for the first pair of anything in his bag he grabbed for it tugging on the jeans as his towel slid off of his waist. He cursed under his breath at the feel of his zipper grating along his hardened length as he turned to look at her, she was a vision. But when was she not, he thought walking slowly over to bed pulling the generic covers back.

Her head turns at the sound of the sheets, “You can’t sleep in jeans,” she insists when she gets a look at him in the soft light of the room walking toward the opposite of the bed.

Klaus doesn’t think when he answers her, “You promised never to sleep in that,” he points to the gown in question reminding them of the promise they made when he gave it to her.

“It was all I brought,” Caroline blushes, her hands skimming her thighs nervously, her fingers toying with the lace hem as she brought up a knee to the bed.

“Were you wearing it for someone else,” he asks curiously, possessively, feeling his body double in heat at the idea of her wearing that for someone other than him.

Her answer is quick to soothe him, “No, I wouldn’t do that,” she replies feeling a case of déjà vu as she catches him clutching the blue and white sheets.

“Good,” he utters but he doesn’t seem nearly as calm as his tone dictates making Caroline feel confused to no end.

“Are you jealous now,” she asks repeating back his question from hours before, she thought they had made some ground after that but apparently it was just her hormones talking.

“No,” he replied in kind to what she had uttered before in the bar with their lovely hostess Dana, Caroline practically seethed.

“Then why aren’t you looking at me?” she asked crossing her arms as she set her other knee on the bed, her legs dangling off of the side as she fought to look taller than him. Angrier even.

Klaus takes a breath shaking his head, “I see where this is going but we should just get in bed,” he says disregarding his idea to seduce her entirely.

“I’m not tired,” Caroline counters with a just of her him and swerve of her head standing her ground, but for all her bravado she wondered what was happening here.

“Did the shower invigorate you?” he grumbled, his eyes flashing dark at the sight of her, feisty and eager to take on a challenge.

“Something did,” she agrees with him unable to admit to exactly what just yet because wow was her body just out trying to get her.

“Did it have to do with that little gasp in the shower?” he asks with hint of glee in his voice and his eyes making her blush.

“You heard,” she queries as she knees her way over the bed to him so their breaths intermingle while she confronts him.

“I guessed, thank you for confirming,” Klaus murmurs lifting his chin closer so their lips brush, answering her with his hands on his hips looking thoroughly satisfied at himself.

Caroline watches as his eyes drop from her eyes to her mouth even lower still to her breasts perked up in the gown by her crossed arms, “I’m surprised you could think at all with that in your pants,” she gestures to his bulge, “Was it a cold shower?”

“It was a short shower so it doesn’t matter.” He supplies vaguely with an arrogant smirk that has Caroline’s fingers reaching for the undone button of his jeans in retaliation.

His eyes were scintillating as her hand flies to his zipper riding it down the top of his bulge making Klaus hiss at the delightful pressure. His hand falls to her wrist, his thumb once again running over her pulse making her shiver under his touch.

“Tell me you want this,” he whispers into the room, the words sinking into her skin blurring all rational thought as she lets go of the metal zipper only to pull his mouth to hers.

He groans at the feeling of her skin pressing against his, the fabric of her gown silky against his still wet skin, tonight he thinks, he’ll rip it off. His hands moving into the wet strands of her hair as her lips pressed scorching kisses to his neck he pulls back eagerly taking in her form unbelieving this is real. Years of waiting, wanting, and here Caroline is in his arms, his mouth dries at the sight of her eyes wanton with desire.

Diving back in for a kiss he feels her bite his lip making him smile at how rough she can be when she knows what she wants. It makes him scratch at her gown harder yearning flooding him as he felt the fabric rip in his grasp and felt her body’s muscles clench at the feel of his skin over hers. Felt her hands running up his arms, trembling as she whispered she missed this under his lips just low enough he almost didn’t hear it.

Caroline sighed against him, her fingers itching with anticipation as she dragged his body back making him climb onto the bed to follow her. She felt the fabric of her gown slip lower, the straps floating down her arms as they kissed hungrily loving the feel of his hard chest against her pebbled breasts. His hands running down her backside squeezing roughly making her gasp into his mouth.

She scratched at the scruff over his jaw tugging out of her straps nudging out of them yet keeping him in a deep and plunging kiss that shattered her senses. She felt him grab her waist arching her back as he pressed his hardened length against her wet heat making her shiver in delight.

“Please,” she whined as he set back on the mattress his hands ripping down the center of her gown as his lips hungrily devoured every inch of exposed flesh making her writhe under his touch.

Klaus licked at her hip bone his fingers wandering her thighs riding higher as her fingers tugged at his hair pulling him as he bit her thigh her scent overwhelming him as he sought her center. He groaned at the feeling of her arousal coating his fingers just at her entrance, his eyes making sure she was watching as he sucked softly at her clit making her moan in pleasure. Her legs held him in place as he dove deeper his tongue giving her a long flat lick that had her shuddering beneath him.

“Sweet Caroline,” he murmured as he thrust his tongue deeper inside her entrance feeling her hips rock forward against him as her nails scratched his scalp.

“I need, inside, pl-” she cried in response as his fingers pumped inside of her making sure she was wet and ready for him to slide inside of her just like he’d dreamed of doing all these years.

Klaus feathered kisses on his way back up the valley of her breasts and over the column of her neck nipping at her jaw as her hands found his length and teased him. The heels of her feet pushing of the jeans that hung low on his arse still coving his thighs, the fabric delicious against her sensitive skin but needing to go right that second so she could have all of him. Kissing her mouth he helped her push him out of his jeans so their bodies rolled together as one, Caroline was alas on top of him.

Caroline sat up massaging her breasts confident under the weight of his stare as she touched herself content to have him watch as she rubbed her clit softly gyrated her hips. Her wet center rubbing perfectly against his cock making Klaus’ grips on her waist tighten a fraction as he sat up. His whole body moved under hers until his cock was just at the entrance, the tip sliding in making her keen against him.

Klaus simpered at her body’s reaction, possession feeling him at the sight of her eyes going wide, her mouth parting in a loud moan as he pushed inside of her lighting her up. Her walls squeezing around his cock holding him in place as he reveled in the ecstasy only Caroline could bring him and they hadn’t even started yet. Slowly they found their rhythm as he sucked on her nipples biting harshly and kissing the sting away just the way she liked.

The feeling was electric between them, their kisses making their breaths erratic, all teeth and tongues fighting for more, needing more than was ever offered. Touching, lips brushing and flooding desire were the only considerations they were taking in at the time. Bodies growing hotter at the sound of their lovemaking, wet and sticky shrouded by shivers of lust and teasing kisses.

Working their bodies up to the point of release only to slow down and make it last that much longer, their thrusts lingering, their bodies taunt with a need for release. Her teasing breaths against his flesh making it hard do anything but stroke her need from within her and feel her come around him her walls pulsing around his cock until he was sure he was done for. His thumb worked her clit as she arched against him trying but failing to call his name, his body reading hers like a favorite book.

“I know,” he murmured against her lips needing to hear the sound of cry as she came, holding onto him as he pumped deep inside of her drawing out her pleasure and his own. The sound gave him immense pleasure causing him to release deep inside of her as he thrust feeling her bite his shoulder at the little shocks of pleasure that lingered long after he orgasm had finished. He felt himself twitch inside of her, his need never enough even after he was spent and needed time to recover.

“I always loved seeing you covered in my marks,” he murmured hotly against her flesh still feeling her writhe against him, “Too bad I won’t get to see them bruise.” Caroline’s gasp in response was enough to want him to take her again.

She smiled against his neck as he tiredly nudged her down into the mattress tangling their legs as he held her close loving his scent over her flesh. Just for tonight, the thought loitered on his mind causing a deep from he hid from her by kissing her shoulder as her hands dug into his hair still touching. Still unable to get enough of one another even as the hours had passed sleeping only to wake up and have another go.

Morning came along with a quick hot shower that ran cold as they kissed under the river of the showerhead longing for more time together. Escaping the confines of the bathroom they gathered their things back into their respective luggage laughing and teasing the whole way. It was when their nearly dead phones beeped that the pair separated to check on their messages.

“Flights are back up,” she sighed as she looked from her phone to Klaus who stood a good distance away looking absolutely fucked from her ministrations, she imagined she looked no better.

“Same message,” he replied with a look in his eye Caroline couldn’t quite put her finger on as she walked into his space clutching at the lapels of his jacket.

His lips was soft, searching, for what she was uncertain of but Caroline melted into him either way letting herself be taken with the man whom she knew she would always belong to -Even if it was in the smallest of ways. She smiled against his mouth knowing they should hurry along and figure out which plane was what or something along those lines but she didn’t. She stayed put and let Klaus mangle her brain with his screwy kisses and love bites that made warmth pool in her belly.

Her kisses armed him with courage as he peppered hot ones along her lips, his hands roaming her hips and back, “I was thinking if you had the time,” he began softly.

“I have time,” she inserted without a second thought or even an embarrassing thought making him chuckle softly against her cheek before he continued.

His lips grazed her ear as his scruff rubbed deliciously over her cheek, “You could come visit me, in New Orleans,” he requested hoping she would say yes.

Caroline’s teeth tugged at the lobe of his ear before answering, “I could do that,” she told him and as her answer rung in his ears she kissed him so profoundly he felt her touch all the way home.

“Good,” he said in reply meaning to continue on by saying they could do this, they could be long distance or he would move or visit anytime but her dexterous lips made him incoherent.

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Prompts for klaroline valentines day?! :o you sure you wanna go there?!?! Okay, If you insist!! :D Vampire|hybrid klaroline, sorta canon but no baby plots... She turns up and surprises him on Vday, where ever he is in the world?!?! :P

Thank you so much @ashleigh-jewitt-xx for your prompt which I totally got swept away in and desperately tried to get a hold of. You are such a sweet part of the KCfamily and I’m so pleased I could write this for you. Hopefully I did your prompt justice!

Her movements were soft and swift through the soft grass ofthe Isle of Mann, his scent lingering in the soft brushes of air as she trekkedforward seeking out his face among the green fields. Kol, of all Mikaelson’shad found her, and she promptly apologized for Elena burning him to a crisp. Hesmiled, something wicked and familiar as she wondered what had brought him toher school.

Hope had flourished under the guidance of her teachers andyet she knew this visit wasn’t exactly about his niece. Not one to toe aroundthe subject Kol got straight to the point asking for her to seek him out withoutever even uttering his name. Without ever actually needing to and by the godsCaroline wished she could play dumb even as she agreed to play this game ofhide and seek.

It had taken mereweeks to get a whiff of a location, near a month and a new year spent with herdaughters before getting an exact one. And now Caroline found herself in hernew brown leather boots rambling through an island, alone at the crack offreaking dawn, she thought to herself with a maroon coat to shield her from thelight rain as she found her way passed the Snaefell tram service. It would be tooeasy to speed up to where he was if she felt brave but now with his scent inthe air Caroline felt pause.

A soft flurry of butterflies had set in on the flight herand steadily it had grown in the last few hours so she might have lingered bythe trail more than necessary. Caroline smiled to herself as she ignored thesigns to not go ahead without equipment opting instead for a solo trek hopingto find him alone. The ground was slippery but nothing her senses couldn’thandle as she the sun started to peek out from the sea besides her lighting herpath.

His body went rigid as her eyes found him with his back toher wearing a black wool coat, his curls blowing in the wind, she had missedthose. She let out a sigh of relief as he turned his neck giving her a view ofhis dimpled cheek as his body relaxed and his smile grew.

“How are you here now,” Klaus asked in wonder, their timeapart having done nothing to dull the ache inside of her when he spoke in that Britishlit, which was always.

“I didn’t know I would be,” she tried for casual knowingthat her blush would only give away even as she took guarded steps towards himreaching him just in time to see his eyes light with affection; With longing.

“And yet,” he murmured in quiet inquiry, the words, ‘here you are’ never slipping past histongue because she was here on this day and when did he become such a bloodyromantic?

“And yet,” she agreed pulling her hands from her coat topush back her now probably ruined waves, a nervous habit she hadn’t quite lostyet when she stumbled on a rock.

His body caught her before she could think to fall, his armsembraced her as his scent engulfed her making her knees weak, “Of all the daysto feel human,” she mumbled to herself hearing him chuckle in response.

Klaus’ eyes had shut, his senses enveloped in her, all ofher, her feel, her smell, there was nothing like having Caroline against him.He thanked his lucky stars that she had held onto him for he didn’t seem tohave the strength to let go yet. They simply stood, swaying, almost dancing asthe glorious sun danced over the horizon reminding him of why he was here.

“Do you know what today is,” he asked her as he still clungto her, his words a whisper in her ear against the soft wetness of her blonde hair.

Caroline’s forehead crinkled in confusion, her head lifting,eyes finding his striking blue ones, “Wednesday,” she stated with completeaccuracy.

“The 14th Love,” Klaus smirked and she could practicallysee hearts in his eyes as she realized it was the New Year, it was February,and then she blushed furiously tucking her head back into his chest.

“You’re such a romantic,” she grumbled out, her tone holdingno weight of annoyance or anger and her arms wrapping tightly back around hiswaist.

“Only with you,” he told her as his nose traced the line ofher cheek nudging her to look at him his lips coaxing at the corner of hermouth but never quite moving further.

“What made you come here,” she murmured as she tilted herhead resting her chin on his shoulder as she felt his hand rub her neck gentlymaking her sigh in contentment.

“Do you trust me,” he queried knowing the question wouldonly make her curious, knowing that Caroline trusted him and that it was one ofthe few things Klaus could never doubt.

His hold loosened but Klaus held out hand giving her achoice, trusting her with his heart he uttered, “There’s something I want toshow you,” and the words sealed their fate as she reached for it.

Caroline’s hand locked with his briefly before Klaus liftedher up in his arms and carried her walking slow at first, taking long stridesas he looked deeply into his eyes almost too smug as he never took a misstep. Herlips pursed as he started to the world around them as he sped through the restof the mountain side straight to the summit.

“Klaus,” she yelled as they raced reaching the top as the sunshone bright before them and Klaus finally set her down by the weatheredbricks.

The morning was beautiful, captivating, she thought as shelooked from the sky to him. His eyes just as entranced, just as in awe but thelook was directed to her and Caroline thought if hear heart worked in thatmoment it would undoubtedly stop. Once more he reached for her hand andCaroline squeezed it softly tangling her fingers in his.

She almost missed the soft smile in reaction to it as hespoke, “This,” he sighed looking from her to the skyline, “The gold, rightthere,” he explained looking out almost lost in the beauty of it.

She was just as mesmerized by what he meant, the bright sunlightreflecting the wet rocky mountainside and the soft waves pushing at the ridgesas he spoke once more, “It reminds me of these tresses,” he admitted tuckingback the hair floating around her eyes from the wind.

“The way it mixes with the soft cerulean blues and vibrantjade greens that seem to sparkle in your eyes,” he detailed taking her breathaway.

Her hand in his tugged him back into her as her other hand caressedthe side of his face, his scruff tickled her fingers as she put it all together,“You wanted to be here with me.”

Klaus’ reply was a soft chuckle and a light kiss to her palmbefore he could manage to use words after feeling entirely exposed, “In essence,yes, I thought it might be the only way.”

Caroline kissed him, like he was air, like she was human,her fingers pressed into his cheeks as their lips devoured, tongue strokes longand relentless leading to soft, wet, hot pressed ones that lingered.

Her body rebelled, her lips parted in a sigh as she spoke, “Ilike it here,” and his lips pressed over hers, his fingers tangled in her hairand the world was new.

The day was new.

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