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thesleepy1 · 3 years

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Yes, Sir

A/N: My friend and I are in a stucky mood so here we are. I’m also weak for pre serum stucky so this is pre war as well. Unbeta’d like always, but also because I’m half asleep.

Pairings: Pre Serum Steve x Bucky

Summary: Steve is too focused sketching he doesn’t notice when Bucky comes back from work.

Word count: 1,127

Warnings: language, suggestive comments

Steve couldn’t afford the high quality paper or pencils but he made do with the tools he had; sketching in the corners of napkins and paychecks when he could. Bucky had offered on numerous accusations to purchase them for him, but he declined it before Bucky could begin his rant of how Steve needed them to work.

Frankly no. He did not need handouts, least of all from his best friend turned roommate turned boyfriend. Steve could get by on his own, thank you very much. And it wasn’t like they were relying on his pieces for income, he had a day job at the diner and Bucky took odd jobs whenever he could.

They weren’t rich by any means, but they were no longer living paycheck to paycheck like in the old days. Steve still caught the flu every year like clockwork, but they were no longer struggling to keep him alive. There were rumors of war coming but until then, he wanted to enjoy his days off sketching at window.

The early evening light drifted in from the open window. It was late in the summer but there was still a warm breeze every now and then. He could wear short sleeves without shivering in his seat or messing up his sketches.

Recently, a kind artist at the diner had gifted him a charcoal pencil when she saw the edges of his hand coated with the more inexpensive stuff. “You an artist?” she had asked him, to which he looked confused before nodding. “Well clearly you aren’t a high priced one. Why don’t you let me give you one of these?” She had held up a case of old charcoal pencils, all of which were used to some degree, but she had given him one of the newer ones. “Here, take this and make something pretty.” Steve had wanted to decline her offer but she left the diner, tipping heavily, before he could give her back the pencil.

Now being an honest man, Steve did go out and make something pretty. He was filling in the effortless disheveled hair, sharpening the corner of those magnetizing eyes and sketching the knee weakening smile of the man. The front door swung open and in came an exhausted James Buchanan Barnes.

“Steve, you up?” came the gravelly voice, deep from a long day of hauling crates up and down a hill.

“In here!” Steve yelled at the man, not moving from his stop next to the window.

“What are you doing, punk?” the taller man asked, rubbing at his eyes the color of crystal clear skies, and blue jay feathers.

“Fighting in the war as a captain,” he replied in a snarky tone, not looking up when Bucky entered the room.

“When that happens, call the funeral home for me, I don’t think I could take it.”

Steve finally looked up only to chuck an eraser at Bucky’s head. The man caught it with ease, throwing it back to Steve. He on the other hand caught it with his face. “Damn it, jerk!”

“Haha, you should’ve caught it,” Bucky laughed, the sound the song of angels.

“How was work?” Steve changed the subject, still caught up with being assaulted by his own eraser.

“Same old, same old,” Bucky breathed out a sigh. “Donny wants me to work the weekends as well. Told him I had to spend it with a lady I met by the island.”

Steve froze at that. Their relationship wasn’t exactly one they shared with the world or anything but there was always the feeling of dread that Bucky would find someone new and better in every way. Who wouldn’t want his Bucky?

“Stop giving me that look,” Bucky suddenly spoke in his working ear. He didn’t know when the man moved from the doorway to the window sill but it was a testament to how much he was in his own head. “I’m spending the weekend with you, punk,” he said softly, his hot breath brushing against Steve’s ear.

“You smell like a sewer, Buck,” Steve exclaimed, scrunching up his nose in disgust.

Bucky being the complete and utter child he is pulled Steve up by the waist and held onto him for dear life. His arms were wrapped around Steve tightly in a death grip, pulling him to his feet and even then his toes didn’t touch the ground. “BUCK!”

“What did you say?” Bucky chuckled deeply, the sound vibrating through him and into Steve. “Say it to my face, punk.” He manhandled Steve into wrapping his legs around the older man’s waist, snaking his arms around Bucky’s neck to hold on.

“You stink, jerk,” Steve said to the five o’clock shadow on Bucky’s face. Said man only laughed, rubbing his stubble into Steve’s neck. He resisted a laugh but Bucky was unrelenting.

“Why don’t you help me clean off then?” Bucky wiggled his eyebrows, his hands sliding down his back to hold Steve up by his ass.

“In your dreams.”

“Always.” Bucky leaned in to plant his lips on Steve’s. Steve met him half way and cranked his neck upwards, pressing his slightly chapped lips against Bucky’s warmth. His hand shot up to the brunette’s, his fingers tugging on the short locks.

Bucky squeezed his ass like the devil he was, causing Steve to gasp. The brunette took this as the opportunity to slide his tongue into Steve’s mouth, slow enough to pull more moans out of the smaller man.

“Bucky,” Steve groaned, pulling back for air.

“Hmm?” Bucky hummed, lowering his head for Steve’s soft neck. He pulled at the skin on Steve’s collar, nipping enough to leave a mark but not to hurt the man.

“You really need a shower though.”

Bucky maneuvered them onto the old couch, the springs creaking at the weight. “Later,” he mouthed at Steve’s neck, marking him up and down. He ran his hand through the blonde’s hair, his other hand on Steve’s hips.

Groaning, Steve pushed Bucky back slightly. The calm blue skies of his eyes were now a brewing storm just waiting to thunder down a shower. “Go clean yourself now or you can forget about this weekend,” Steve commanded with a stern tone, glaring at the taller man with a look that could kill.

“Yes, sir.” Bucky left him on the couch, stripping on his way to the bathroom. He dropped his clothes as he walked and Steve had to mentally scream. Bucky was lucky he didn’t call Winnifred and inform her about the pig that her son had become. Fortunately for Bucky, Steve trailed behind him, picking up his clothes. He was his boyfriend for goodness sake, not his housekeeper. Bucky was definitely going to be getting a punishment for this.

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mlmdarkfiction · 5 years

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Chapter 2 of “Oh, Where Have You Been, Billy Boy?”

You reflect on your first day at work, and return for your second day where you have your first one on one interaction with the infamous Billy Lenz.

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There’s not much you can do on your first day of work, but it’s hard to do so with the presence of Mrs.Macatay. Cleaning up the patients themselves isn’t your job, but if the other nurses aren’t going to…

You come home from your first day at the new job incredibly frustrated, but more invigorated in your purpose than before.

Sergei’s still at work by the time you return home, and so you take a nice bath, soaking in the warm water while you reflect over your day. The conditions in that place where appalling for such a facility. You just keep thinking back to when you saw Billy’s bloodied nails and scratches, and his disheveled hair. It was disgraceful. Billy was the patient who stood out in your mind, because of everyone he was in the worse condition. It reflected in Mrs.Macatay’s disdain for the man as well.

You’re determined that tomorrow you’ll spend your time in between organizing the nurses stations and shifts to clean up some of the patients. Haircuts, shavings, and making sure that any wounds they have are disinfected and cleaned.

Slinking into the warm water you think more about the past. When you’d gotten the job you hadn’t realized Billy Lenz was going to be a patient. Everyone knew about what had happened, and it caused fear in Universities across the country.

Even classmates of your own had been frightened, and then there were the copycats.

You sink further into the water.

It was a bad time for everyone. +

Suddenly you’re in High School again, a fresh faced seventeen year old fresh on hormones, and making your way through the best (and worst) years of your life.

The calls had started around Homecoming. Mid September, the Thursday before a football game.

You heard the ringing of the landline from your room. You’d been relaxing, listening to the radio while sketching in your notebook instead of working on your essay paper. At first you weren’t bothered. There was only one phone in your home, and you think both your parents would beat you silly if you brought up the phone bill too high.

That’s why you’re surprised when your mom answering the phone, followed immediately by the sound of her calling your name.

Immediately your first thought is that you’re in trouble for something at school, although you have no idea what it could be for, and despite your anxiety you call back down.

“Yeah Mum?”

“Phone! Hurry up and get down here! It’s some kid from your school!”

Although your confusion only mounts, you’re down the stairs in a flash though, not wanting to get in trouble. More so, you don’t know why or how someone from your school would be calling you.

“Don’t take too long now,”

Your mother passes the phone to you, giving you a swat on the back of the head before making her way back to the kitchen.

“Hello?” You hold the hard plastic to your ear, expecting to hear...at least something on the other end of the line, but instead...there’s nothing. No sound at all.

“Hel-Hello?” This time your voice breaks a little, having still not fully stopped changing thanks to your testosterone.

It’s now you get a response though. It’s slight. A sound like someone gasping on the other end of the phone, but no actual words.

“I’m going to hang up-” You warn, quickly growing annoyed with the caller, knowing it’d be your ass getting in trouble for their stupid prank call.

“Don’t!”

You practically jump out of your skin at the sound of your cell phone ringing. It scares you out of you memory, and you hiss at the overspill of water from your tub. Reaching across you grab the device, answering the phone.

“Hello?” “Hey babe? I’m going to be late home tonight.”

“Oh.”

It’s hard, but you try not to let your disappointment seep into your voice. Part of the reason you had quite your previous job as an extensive care nurse was the hope that the more stable hours would, eventually, lead to more time with your boyfriend.

Although not surprising, it is disappointing. Especially when Sergei had already promised to cook you dinner tonight.

“I’m sorry- I really am. Work is just...They need me here tonight.”

“I understand.”

You don’t. It sucks. You’re angry, but you’ve grown used to it, and used to being the bigger man in the relationship. “Can you at least order me take out? Since you can’t make dinner.”

“...I left my wallet at home.”

“Right. Fine, don’t worry about it.”

With a nice relaxing bath now ruined, you get out and dry off, afterwards ordering Chinese takeout from your favorite restaurant.

You deserve it. First day at a new job, boyfriend blowing you off, you deserve this. You deserve nice things.

You spend the night alone. Eating takeout, and watching a movie on TV until you’re tired, and then when you’re done heading to bed, where you, for the fourth night in a row, sleep alone.

When you wake up the next morning, Sergei is there, in bed. You don’t bother waking him. A mix between upset at him for canceling plans, and not wanting to listen to him try and dissuade you from your job as you go throw your morning routine.

He’s still asleep when you finally head out the door.

Going through security is much easier this time, now that you’ve done it twice and know what to expect. With your keys and wallet safely tucked away in the locker you finally get to start your day.

While going through medication files you find that Billy Lenz had been given a sedative the night before. However, despite the medication being listed on file there’s no incident report.

Surely there’s still a night nurse who’s yet to leave. It doesn’t take you long to find one, and call her to your office.

When she enters she looks tired, and annoyed. You don’t blame her. You’re sure she wants to go home and sleep, but if you’re going to implement changes in patient care you have to start now. There’s no room for slacking.

“Hi. I’m sorry,” You tell her, “this will just take a second I promise. I saw that last night someone administered Billy Lenz with a sedative, but there’s no incident report or anything saying why, and looking back previously it’s not listed as one of his regular medications. Do you know why he was given the medicine?”

Her expression doesn’t change.

“I don’t know why Lenz was given the medicine, or who it was who decided to give it to him. It should say in the report-” “Well it doesn’t.” You interrupt. “Because there is no report.”

“Then I can’t help you.”

“Right, well then, have a good day.” Forcing your most polite smile, you watch the woman go, waiting until she’s left your office before letting out a large sigh.

It’s doubtful she was lying to you, but you really wish she wouldn’t have had such an attitude. After a moment of just sitting in your office, thinking to yourself

There’s no point in dwelling. The past is the past, but change starts now.

You get an empty cart together, fill it with the things you’ll need. Safety razors, scissors, a bowl of water, soap, and a few other essential cleanliness items. With everything ready you go to your first stop. Billy Lenz.

He needed it. You’d seen yesterday, the way his hair was tangled, and uncomfortable looking stubble. Not to mention, if he’s lucid enough, you may be able to ask him about what had transpired the night before that resulted in him being drugged.

Knocking on the door, unsurprisingly gets you know response. Based on the dosage listed on file, it’s likely he’s still asleep. With no response, you open the small hatch meant for food and other such small items to check. Billy is asleep, curled in the floor as he’d been the day before when you’d met him.

You wonder what it is with him and sleeping on the ground. Perhaps you’ll ask him.

“Billy?”

There’s no response, or shifting from the body.

Worried. With a sigh you open the heavy duty door. Billy still doesn’t seem awake. The only thing keeping you from completely panicking is the rising and falling of his chest, for a moment you were afraid that perhaps he’d had a reaction to the drug, but he’s breathing.

Slowly you make your way too him, the cart pressed towards the back of the room until you had him awake and fully present.

“Billy...I need you to wake up now Billy.” Hesitantly, you slowly reach out to shake him. It’s not the best idea. You’re not so much afraid of Billy but his reaction. He’s mentally ill, and you’re new, not only new but in his space. It’s a dangerous situation for you.

He freezes under your touch when you shake him, a good sign. He mumbles. You can not only hear the sound of it, although not able to actually make out what it is he’s saying, and feel the vibrations from his chest.

“Hi Billy.”

His eyes open slowly, and he stays frozen and stiff. First staring at you, and then his eyes wildly flicking around you.

“Do you remember me? I met you yesterday with Mrs.Macatay.” “Nursie…” His voice is hoarse, and quiet.

“That’s right Billy!”

You’re relieved he seems to recognize you. It’s a good sign, and means you likely won’t have to deal with any post medication confusion.

With some difficulty you set him up against the wall, and he lets you. Neither helping, nor hindering your process to sit him up.

“Here, let me get you a glass of water.”

You return to your cart you left by the door, grabbing a glass before going back to Billy’s side. He downs it immediately, almost choking in his hurry to drink down the water. Hesitantly you reach out, soothingly rubbing his back.

It’s against protocol really, you’re not supposed to be touching the patients outside of regular care needs, but you also don’t want him choking, and hopefully you’re ministrations will remind him to slow down and not suffocate.

“There you go, here, come on. I can get you another glass if you want?”

He doesn’t respond, fingers curled around the glass. Carefully you reach for it, hands placed over top of his own. They’re incredibly cold. You make a mental note to turn up the thermostat for his room.

Slowly you uncurl his fingers from around the glass. Taking it from him completely. When you’re moving to place the cup back on the cart, an icy hand reaches out grabbing your own.

It takes you off guard. Immediately you’re worried that he’s going to hurt you. You know the realization of the situation, of who Billy is.

“B-Billy?” Your voice cracked in fear.

He doesn’t let go of your hand, but he also doesn’t make any sudden moves. He starts to laugh, cackling almost, but it doesn’t gain in volume, he keeps it down under his breath. You’re frightened, and pull yourself free from Billy’s grasp. Once again he doesn’t fight you, letting you take your hand back, and only watching as you move towards the door and your cart.

“I’ll be back Billy, just-just stay there.”

The door slams behind you as you leave. It’s an accident, you don’t mean to slam it, but your anxiety is just too high.

You’ll take care of other patients first, and then come back, when you’re calmer, to cut Billy’s hair, and tend to his wounds.

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misssophiachase · 7 years

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not sure if you're still taking prompts but if you are, can i request a human klaroline drabble based off of "oops" by little mix? like a friends with benefits but we realize we're something more?

Thanks for the awesome prompt nonnie, think this is one of my new favourite songs! Also it’s a little different but the concept is still basically the same. I hope you like it! All lyrics in bold italics are by Little Mix and Charlie Puth (a little altered to suit the story).

Oops!

“Oops, my baby, I woke up in your bed”

Caroline’s eyes darted around the room trying to gain her bearings, this certainly wasn’t her bedroom. Enzo St John’s 18th birthday had been massive, no surprises at all given the organiser. Katherine had thrown him a surprise pool party at her house while her parents were away in Washington DC and all Caroline remembered was a lot of tequila, a lot of swimming and a lot of dancing on the dining room table. She just hoped it was still standing after all the weight it had endured during the night.

Sleeping with someone didn’t quite fit in with all those memories. Sure, her and Tyler had been messing around a bit but this definitely wasn’t his room. For some reason though it was a little familiar, especially those sketches on the wall in particular. Caroline felt her blood go cold at her delayed realisation, it couldn’t be him, right?

She turned over reluctantly, her eyes finally resting on the guy sleeping next to her. As far as possible options could go he was probably the worst. Not looks wise; this guy could be an Abercrombie and Fitch model with that curly, blonde hair and those crimson lips. But when it came to the worst people you could sleep with, your best friend’s brother was at the top of that list.

She pulled the sheet closer around her naked body self consciously, accidentally rousing him from sleep. She watched as those dark, blue eyes fluttered open and a pair of rogue dimples appeared out of nowhere as his gaze met hers, his dark, blonde hair adorably rumpled.

“Do you always watch people sleeping? I mean it’s a little creepy don’t you think, love?” He asked, his voice full of sleep.

“If you must know I was laying here commiserating over my choice of bedmate,” she growled. “I know you’ve always had a thing for me but really Klaus.”

“Says the girl who couldn’t keep her hands off me last night.”

“I’m blaming it on the copious amounts of alcohol I consumed,” she shot back, trying to ignore just how sexy his unkempt stubble looked at this time of the morning. “Trust me, if we were sober this would’ve never happened, I do have my standards after all.”

“That’s not what you were saying last night,” he smirked. “In fact you were revelling in my standardless company. I seem to recall a few cries of pleasure along the lines of…”

“I don’t need a recap,” she scowled, interrupting him. “I just need some caffeine and a hot shower and to forget this ever happened.”

“I’d be more than happy to scrub your back, you know get to all those hard to reach places.”

“Get out!”

“Last time I checked this was my bedroom, love,” he replied, gruffly. Of course it was, typical. “Looks like it’s time to do the walk of shame, door’s just over there. Although you might want to watch out for Rebekah, she’s usually leaving for yoga at this time on a Saturday morning.”

“Don’t call me love,” she muttered, placing her head in her hands in frustration. “Of all people why do you have to be a Mikaelson?”

“Unfortunate turn of events, trust me,” he said, knowingly as he propped his head up on his elbow and trained his gaze on her. “Usually my one-night-stands don’t talk this much the following morning. If I knew you were going to be this chatty, I might have reconsidered my decision.”

“Charming, Mikaelson,” she muttered while pulling off the sheet completely, wrapping it around her body and madly hunting for her discarded clothing. She was also trying to ignore the fact that he was now very naked sans covers. “Remind me not to have the pleasure of your company ever again.”

“Ditto, love.”

She chose not to respond, taking her pieces of clothing into the connected bathroom and slamming the door shut. It was probably the quickest she’d ever dressed, desperate to get out of this ridiculously awkward situation as soon as possible. It’s not like she didn’t find him attractive, in fact she’d found herself day dreaming about her best friend’s brother sometimes but knew nothing good could ever come of it, especially given what a known womaniser he was.

She consulted her dishevelled appearance in the mirror briefly. Her blonde waves were messy and obviously knotted, her creamy skin flushed and she had a telling trail of mascara under her left eye. Classy. As soon as she’d managed to make the best of her appearance, Caroline emerged from his bathroom. If this was some stranger then her exit would have been a lot simpler. Unfortunately a few stray memories from their night together came rushing back causing some unexpected shivers which were threatening to break her resolve.

It was a mad frenzy; clothes discarded at a rapid pace, tangled, sweaty limbs, mouths exploring and moaning against every inch of bare skin. He certaintly had talents, not that she’d ever admit it to him of course.

��I’m impressed, most girls I know spend at least a good few hours in the bathroom.”

“Well, I’m not like most girls you know, Mikaelson,” she growled, heading towards the window and opening it. The last thing she wanted to do was get caught by Rebekah or Kol for that matter so this seemed like the only escape.

“That much is true,” he agreed, his eyes flickering admiringly over her body encased in a fitted black dress. “I might even be open to another tryst if you’re lucky.”

“You wish,” she muttered, straddling the window sill and climbing out onto a nearby tree branch. If she’d known she was going to be scaling trees she definitely would have dressed more appropriately. Caroline had many regrets but she didn’t want to add getting caught out sleeping with her best friend’s brother to that list. The quicker she got out of there and showered her sins away the sooner she could forget what she’d done.

“Oops, we broke up, we’re better off as friends”

“You know, I’m really getting sick of your post mortem analysis, love.” Klaus groaned. “I understand once could be considered a stupid mistake but how do you explain ten times? Actually no, I was a little drunk a few of those times, make it at least a dozen.”

“Why do you always feel the need to revell in my misfortune, Mikaelson?”

“If it really was misfortune I’m surprised you’d come back so many times for more,” Klaus drawled. “I suppose I should get dressed before you kick me out in a raging fit of denial, yet again.”

“At least you catch on quickly,” she mumbled, throwing his shirt directly at his head. “This can’t happen ever again.”

“Exactly what you said the previous eleven times,” he joked, not missing just how hungrily her eyes devoured his bare chest in the meantime.

“I mean it this time.”

“Well, here’s a little hint for you,” he offered, placing his top over his head. “Don’t ogle me while you say it, I’d actually believe it if you refrained from checking me out.” She rolled her eyes at his usual lack of modesty. “Anyway, what’s wrong with a little harmless fun?” It certainly was fun, Caroline cast her mind back to the night before.

His teeth grazing and nibbling at her skin, his fingers massaging her silky folds as he did it. Caroline bucking her hips feeling all control slip away but not minding because she knew just how spectacularly it would end, it always did. Not that she’d ever admit that to him of course.

“You’re arrogant, annoying and smug. Oh and Rebekah’s brother,” she answered, by way of explanation.

“You really need to stop with all the compliments, love, you’ll give me a big head. Well, besides that unfortunate mention of my brotherly connection to Rebekah.”

“Too late for that and what have I told you about calling me love,” she muttered.

“I know how much it annoys you.”

“Of course,” she hissed. “So, what exactly are you still doing in my bed?”

“No need to get your panties in a twist, love,” he answered. “Oh, hang on that was me last night.”

“You are hilarious.”

“And here I thought you only liked me for my body.”

“Oh just please get out, there’s only so much I can take of your over-inflated ego and it’s stifling what available oxygen I have left.”

“Always so bloody dramatic,” he quipped, rolling out of bed. “So, should we just organise our next rendezvous or are you going to continue to live in complete denial that this will never happen again?”

“It won’t’ she promised. “Whatever this weird, messed-up thing is ends now.”

“Fine with me,” he replied, nonchalantly as he sauntered towards the door. “I have better things to do with my time anyway.”

“Now I accidentally need you, I don’t know what to do”

Caroline was extremely frustrated, that much she knew. When she’d insisted it was their last time together, she hadn’t expected Klaus to agree. After all she’d been saying it for months but he still entertained whatever was going on between them. She’d suffered through a number of inane holiday parties without the promise of seeing him at the end of the night and it was difficult to say the least. She told herself it was purely because of the physical aspects but every now and again niggling feelings would appear and confuse her more.

She’d made it her New Year’s Resolution to completely forget about him and whatever the hell had been happening and focus on the rest of Junior Year. Like most resolutions, that had lasted about five seconds. She’d flocked to the highway bar out of town after some particularly bad news from her parents. It was the only place that served minors and right now she needed alcohol, a lot of it in fact. At first the straight vodkas burned as they slipped down her throat but now they tasted like water she was that numb. It was exactly how she wanted to be though.

Klaus had arrived halfway through her drinking binge, playing pool in the corner with Enzo. It wasn’t a surprise altogether given she knew they liked to go there on Friday nights and possibly found herself there on purpose. It wasn’t just alcohol that calmed her after all. She’d pretended to ignore him but couldn’t miss the stray glances he kept sending her way.

“Alaric, I’ll have another one,” she slurred, slamming her glass on the bar in the process and trying to ignore the fact that her vision was blurred.

“You’ve had enough, Caroline,” he answered, not even bothering to look at her questioning expression as he wiped down the bar.

“I don’t think you heard me properly,” she insisted. “I want another one.”

“That’s not going to happen, maybe you should call it a night,” he replied, seriously. “What can I get you, Klaus?” Of course he had to approach the bar at that exact moment. Typical. Caroline chose to keep her gaze fixed on the bar wondering if he was going to say anything.

“Two beers, thanks,” he asked, Alaric walking away to get them from the fridge. “Are you alright, Caroline?”

“I’m fine,” she scowled. “Well, I was until you decided to interrupt my peaceful reverie.”

“I’m glad to see that stubborn, blind hatred for me is still well and truly present,” he shared. “I’m a little upset to be honest, I thought you’d actually miss me.”

“You wish.”

“They do say absence makes the heart grown fonder, though.”

“Well, whomever came up with that saying obviously wasn’t a cheating husband working away from home,” she mumbled, trying not to betray her feelings but the vodka wasn’t helping her discretion.

“Is there something I can do?”

“Well, maybe you can,” Caroline purred slipping off the stool and falling into his arms clumsily, her arms snaking around his neck. “You always did know how to take my mind off things, if you know what I mean?”

“You decided it was over between us and given your current state that’s probably not the best idea, love,” he murmured.

“Don’t call me that,” she growled, retracting her hands and looking over at Alaric wearingly as he came back with beers in hand. “I’m leaving.”

Caroline tried to keep her composure as she walked towards the door, the few stumbles an annoying consequence of her current state. As the fresh, cold air hit her she felt somewhat relieved to be away from prying eyes. Now to get home somehow, even if it was the last place she wanted to be. The first thing she noticed was that surrounding scenery was most definitely spinning, Caroline shakily placed her arms over her eyes in an attempt to stop the spinning but even in the darkness it wasn’t helping.

“I need you,” she whimpered helplessly. The last thing she remembered was falling towards the ground wishing that he would come and save her.

“Now I accidentally know that you’re in love with me too”

“Where am I,” she asked, sitting up quickly the pain ripping through her head a clear sign that she’d drunk too much the previous night. Klaus awoke from his sleep on the nearby armchair, his eyes opening slowly. Even in his half asleep state Caroline couldn’t deny just how cute he looked in his creased t-shirt and jeans.

“My place, I’m surprised it isn’t familiar yet.” She looked down self consciously hoping that she was fully dressed and hadn’t thrown herself at him in a fit of drunken desperation. What she found was a very familiar, black, Clash T-shirt, from memory it was his favourite. “I was the perfect gentleman I promise. You got a little sick on my bike and I had to change your clothes.” Great, this wasn’t embarrassing at all.

“But you brought me here?”

“I just figured after what you said last night you wouldn’t want to go home.”

“After what I said?” Caroline asked, still trying to gain her bearings. It was definitely the last time she drank that much straight vodka in such a short period of time.

“Well, you know…”

“I don’t which is why I was asking, Mikaelson.” He pursed those irresistible, crimson lips before responding.

“Caroline, you know full well why,” he replied, gruffly. “The last thing I want to do is rehash everything all over again I’m pretty sure that’s the last thing you’d feel like on top of that hangover.”

“Great! Drunken, rambling Caroline rears her ugly head yet again,” she growled, holding her sore head in her hands. “I mean so what if my parents are getting a divorce because my absentee father has been cheating on my mother and it turns out she knew all along but strangely ignored it. If those aren’t relationship goals, I don’t know what are.”

“I’m sorry,” he apologised. “I know this can’t be easy for you.”

“Yeah well I was the stupid one who didn’t see any of this coming,” she muttered.

“This had nothing to do with you, Caroline.”

“Then why does it feel like that?” She mumbled. “Like if I’d known maybe I could have done something.” Klaus made his way over to the bed and sat down next to her surprising her slightly. Things between them had always been physical, yes, but this felt like something entirely different.

“You couldn’t have stopped this, Caroline. Your parents are grown adults and made their choices and it’s not your fault,” he murmured. She looked into his eyes, losing herself momentarily as he spoke. He was usually so sarcastic and arrogant but this was a whole other side to her best friend’s brother. As soon as the words entered her mind Caroline knew she had to go before anything else happened.

“Uh, well, I’ll be on my way just as soon as I can get up,” she uttered.

“There’s no rush, really,” he replied. “I mean there’s water and aspirin by the bed but if there’s something else you need…”

“Since when did you become so considerate?” She drawled, noting the pitying look on his face, Of course she should have known but if there was something Caroline hated it was someone feeling sorry for her. “You know I don’t need your pity.”

“It’s not pity. You know I’m not always the bad guy you make me out to be, Caroline,” he explained, fastening a lock of hair behind her ear. She froze, trying to ignore the feelings his simple touch was causing. It would have been so easy to lean in and dissolve into his kisses and forget about all her problems right now.

“Thank you,” she whispered. “For last night.”

“Anything for you, love,” he replied, his voice low and husky. She felt dizzy, wondering if it was just hangover symptoms or his close proximity. “Maybe we could…”

“I really should go, you know just in case Rebekah decides to comes in,” she interrupted, thinking this was getting entirely too real and her emotions were already all over the place thanks to her parents.

“And we pick up exactly where we left off.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing Caroline, it isn’t really the time.”

“Well, obviously it isn’t nothing, Klaus,” she scoffed.

“Unlike some people I’m not ashamed about being seen with you,” he growled, standing up again and moving towards the bathroom. That Caroline wasn’t expecting, she always assumed Klaus was indifferent about their arrangement. He’d certainly never acted any other way, well until last night. Was there a chance he felt the same way about her? “I’m going to take a shower.”

Caroline lay there for a while revelling in his scent on the pillow case while listening to the running water and trying not to imagine him naked as the water droplets washed over his toned body. The increasing warmth between her legs was telling her she needed to get the hell out of there before she lost all willpower and joined him in the shower. Given their discussion Caroline wasn’t quite sure he’d be amenable to that anyway.

“Oops, baby, I love you”

It had been three long weeks, Caroline had been busy trying to deal with the fallout of her parents’ news. Her father moved out, something Caroline didn’t think would effect her as much as it did. He’d barely been there when they were married so she was suprised at just how upset she felt seeing all of the cardboard boxes and empty space, especially in his office.

Rebekah and Katherine had been so supportive, not that she expected any less. They were suprised she hadn’t told them sooner, not knowing she’d shared it with someone before them. A certain someone who would send concerned glances her way when he didn’t think she was watching, but she was. It was difficult not to given Caroline realised she was in love with him. Yep, she was in love with Klaus Mikaelson but had no idea what to do about it.

It was obvious he had feelings for her given their last conversation but Caroline felt like she didn’t know how to tell him. Klaus was obviously hurt by the way she’d brushed him off and knew she had to make the next move. Caroline had spent too much time worrying about what Rebekah would think and less about her feelings. It was time she put things right.

It was a Tuesday morning, Caroline was walking through the school corridor purposefully knowing her destination. His locker was at the opposite end to hers and she watched intently as the numbers ascended. About twenty metres later she didn’t need to count any further, noticing him rifling through his locker. She felt the familiar butterflies in her stomach at just how gorgeous his ass looked fitted snuggly into those dark jeans, his white Ramones T-Shirt riding up and displaying some bare skin she knew very well. Caroline shook her head, she needed to focus.

She approached his locker, coughing to get his attention. He turned curiously, his eyes raking over her body before settling on her face. “I wondered where my favourite t-shirt went.” Caroline looked down at the baggy Clash t-shirt she was wearing over her jeans. She’d taken it after that night, call her crazy but she wanted something of his.

“You let me wear it.”

“I didn’t expect you to steal it though.” Caroline noticed a slight smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth, hoping this was a good sign. “You might not want to wear that around school, half the guys as well as my siblings know it’s my favourite shirt.”

“A fact I am well aware of, Mikaelson,” she smiled deviously. “Let them talk, in fact I’m hoping they do.”

“Oh really?” He grinned, slouching against his locker and crossing his arms over his chest. “And why is that?”

“It’s probably the easiest way to break it to them when we go out on a date.”

“Since when are we going on a date?” Klaus asked, raising his eyebrows.

“Since I’m holding your shirt for ransom and one of my demands is a date,” she explained. “So, if you want to see it again, I suggest you adhere to my rules.”

“I’ve never taken too well to demands but I suppose I could take you on a date. Although I have to say I’m curious as to what the rest of your rules are?”

“I guess you’ll just have to wait and see,” she purred, moving forward so that her chest was lightly brushing against his, all noise and movement in the crowded hallway suddenly blocked out and it felt like it was just the two of them.

“Well, not if I get my shirt off you first, love,” Klaus growled, closing the distance between them so their lips were only inches apart.

“I’ll take that as a challenge then,” she smiled, closing the distance and pressing her lips to his. As he massaged her mouth softly, his arms snaking around her waist, Caroline couldn’t help but think how well their arrangement had worked out.

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