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FASHION HOUSE CO-FOUNDERS AU | afterparty for @goldcaught
Klaus didn’t need to check his watch to know the conversation he was currently trapped in had gone on for too long. He’d tried at first to be discreet with his glances over at Caroline across the room, but the longer he had to listen to the group that had surrounded him debating and whining about the current influencer culture, the more his gaze became laser focused on her back. If she could magically sense how powerful his need was to be done with this whole night and go home she would have made her way over by now, surely. Unfortunately for him, the fashion industry was crawling with insecure masochistic idiots, and the colder his replies became, the more they tried to keep him engaged in the conversation.
The past couple weeks he’d spent in London visiting manufacturers had felt twice as long without her, and finally having her so close by but unable to touch her was torture. He’d practically memorized the texts she’d sent him during his trip, meticulously categorizing all her naughty little promises in every way possible.
Chronologically. Alphabetically. In order of how depraved they’d made him feel.
He watched as she spoke to the group of people who were openly charmed by whatever she was saying, and he felt the growing envy in his chest that he wasn’t one of them.
Fuck it, he didn’t care how obvious it would look. He stood up and raised his drink to finish off when someone walking by bumped into him, causing it to spill down the front of his shirt. The people next to him exclaimed in shock and tried to call out to the retreating figure for an apology, but Klaus shook it off, excusing himself to clean up with barely concealed glee.
His first instinct was to beeline towards where he’d last seen her, but she was nowhere to be seen, lost in the crush.
He made his way towards the restrooms instead, plotting how to steal Caroline away without fueling any gossip. He didn’t particularly care if the whole world knew they were more than business partners, but she’d been increasingly reluctant to make any official statement the more they speculated. She really was quite a petty and stubborn little thing, sometimes. He loved it.
His hand had barely turned the handle of the door when for the second time in as many minutes he was shoved from behind. A slew of curses were on the tip of his tongue, but the whirlwind of movement was accompanied by a familiar head of blonde hair and citrusy perfume.
“Caroline? What are you do—?”
She cut him off with a hard kiss, shocking him with her boldness. The sounds of the party suddenly seemed far more distant than just beyond the door he was currently pinned to, while the click of the lock she turned into place echoed like a gunshot.
“Finally,” she breathed against his jaw, “what took you so long?” She didn’t wait for an answer, which was fortunate since the chances he’d be able to form one were nonexistent the moment she bit down on his lower lip.
His initial shock was quickly wearing off the more she pressed into him, her little moans becoming more desperate when he slid his hand into her hair to pull her closer. He wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted her until she was on her toes, the perfect height for her to feel the effect she was having on him.
His fingers brushed up against the top of the zipper of her dress and he couldn’t help pulling it down. Just enough for him to slip his hand in and stroke the back of her shoulder.
“Oh god, please tell me you have a condom. Please.” Any other time the breathless demand might’ve made him chuckle, but after two weeks apart, her urgency matched his own.
“If I’d known you missed me this much, I might’ve grabbed some, but I rushed straight here from arrivals.” She growled in frustration, rolling her hips into his enough to make him shudder.
“Ugh, you stupid idiot,” she complained between kisses, shifting the slit in her dress until she could hitch her leg higher up his waist. “Can you just…” she trailed off, reaching feverishly for his belt. “…just pull out?”
Klaus’ control was already at dangerously low levels, but he felt it slip almost entirely out of his grip at her question. The thought of taking her like that turned his blood to liquid fire, every single muscle tensing as all the reasons why he shouldn’t fuck her right here during a party full of their colleagues completely evaporated. He wrapped her hair around his fist and pulled slowly until she was looking up at him. The need to both possess and shelter her from his baser urges warred within him.
“Don’t fucking tempt me, sweetheart. I can’t deal with your teasing right now.”
“Who says I’m teasing?” She leaned up to lick his neck, and with all the remaining strength he had left, he grabbed her shoulders and held her at a distance.
Uncertainty flickered in her eyes, but he didn’t have enough remaining willpower to explain in detail just how close his restraint was to its breaking point.
“Go get the car and wait for me.” Her eyes narrowed as she tried to gauge if she’d heard him right.
“What?”
He pulled the valet ticket from his pocket and forced it into her hand.
“I need more than a quickie in the bathroom after two weeks, Caroline.”
Seeing that he was serious, she let her head fall back with a frustrated groan.
“Fine. Do you have any cash on you?”
“For the valet?” he asked, distracted by the scent of her shampoo. She shook her head, diffusing the fragrance even more until he felt like he was breathing in pure sunshine.
“No, I told Enzo I’d give him fifty bucks if he spilled your drink on you.” Her smile grew in the face of his confusion. “I don’t think he would’ve been so eager if I told him it was because I wanted to lure you in here to mess around, though.” Klaus let out a laugh, realizing that he hadn’t felt this overwhelming sense of ease and lightness since the last time he was in her presence. It was the part of him that only seemed to exist when he was with her, and although she’d probably scold him for putting it that way, it was the truth.
He pressed a quick kiss to her lips, not trusting himself with anything more at the moment.
“I’ll take care of it, sweetheart. Just meet me at the back entrance in five minutes.” She eventually left after a few more attempts to start their reunion right there, but the only thing stronger than his need for her was the need for her in the privacy of their bed at home.
He left the bathroom soon after, still half hard and resigned to the fact he’d probably stay that way for the foreseeable future.
Spotting the back of Enzo’s head at the bar, he made his way over and tapped him on the shoulder. If he was relishing the moment Enzo understood he’d played a part in him having what was looking to be a very good evening— well, he wasn’t above a little pettiness.
Enzo’s expression fell to one of casual annoyance when he saw who it was.
“What do you want?”
“Just to settle up and say thank you,” he replied with a smile, reaching into his wallet to pull out a hundred dollar bill and offering it up to him. At his raised brow, Klaus tucked the money into his inner coat pocket with a condescending pat.
“Caroline and I are both very appreciative. But especially me.”
Klaus watched as understanding slowly crept over the other man’s face, clearly disappointed that the purpose of Caroline’s request was probably driven by motives that didn’t exactly match his own. Klaus found his look of self disgust more gratifying than he probably should, but in a cold war such as theirs, any trivial win was still a victory.
“Tell Stilts we will be discussing boundaries at brunch tomorrow,” he managed through gritted teeth.
Klaus laughed and clapped him on the shoulder.
“Consider those plans cancelled. We’ll be busy.”
Klaus headed towards the exit, leaving a very obviously grossed out Enzo without another word. He was too busy mapping out the fastest possible route to his apartment.
Two weeks was a lot to make up for, and now he also needed to come up with a plan that was good enough to pass on mimosas, waffles and gossip. He definitely had his work cut out for him.
The air was chilly as he stepped outside, but when he saw Caroline leaning against the passenger side door waiting for him with a smile, the heat that had started simmering below his skin the moment she pushed him against that bathroom door threatened to completely engulf him.
“Ready?” she asked, tossing the keys at him with a flirty smile.
“Are you?” he countered with a mischievous grin, opening the door and helping her in. “I haven’t forgotten all the promises you’ve made.”
Her eyes widened slightly.
“Klaus,” she began sternly, trying very hard to suppress the blush spreading across her cheeks and the laughter in her voice. “There’s a difference between sexting and actual promises, you know.”
He didn’t, but looked forward to bringing her around to his way of thinking on the matter.
The heated debate had turned ravenous before she entered the Senate hall. Those civilized men, those simpering cowards in all white, traded vulgar words and he bore the insults with a grace that belied the danger underneath his gleaming green gaze.
Their anger blinded them to her flash of blond hair as she slipped past them and towards the center of the room. The crowd pulsated and he never wavered, not even as Marcel, his oldest friend, stalked close with a hand buried deep in his robes and betrayal in his heart.
She damned all the gods long ago for him and not even the Fates themselves could make her Caesar’s blood spill on these marbled floors.
So she cut their beloved friend down like a fresh piece of meat. When his blood painted her hands wine red and the frothing men around them fell into silence, she only cared to look to him and the curl of his lips, the same two that devoured her time and time again, brought out a wide smile of her own.
one time i was going into a building to see a new doctor, i was distracted, i walked into the quite full elevator and pushed the 1 button.
and had to stand there for several seconds in complete silence, everyone staring at me, until i realized i was already on the first floor and walked back out of the elevator.
Klaus is a mob boss and Caroline is sent into his organisation undercover to find out a secret/info by an opposing mob family, klaus inevitably falls for her and things get complicated. ( I hope this is an ok prompt)
Great prompt! (For send me a mini drabble)
It was time to leave. She had discovered all the information that the Salvatores had wanted and more. She had made so many excuses to herself and to her employers just for a little more time to pretend. That she really was Klaus Mikaelson’s fiance and this was all real. The moments when she woke up held tightly in his arms and before all the lies came flooding back were both the best and the worst.
But she had been foolish and it was time to let go. If he found out, he wouldn’t be her Klaus anymore anyway. She tried not to think about what the Mikaelsons did to their enemies as she tugged a suitcase out of the closet.
There was no point thinking about what could have been. If the Salvatores hadn’t found her when she was so desperate. If she had told Klaus everything from the beginning. But it was too late for all that.
“What’s this?” Caroline jolted as she looked up to see Klaus in the doorway watching her pack. She really was losing her edge.
“I’m leaving. This isn’t going to work. We’re too different and we don’t even really know each other actually. I have plans you know, and…” Caroline had decided to play this as a normal break-up so Klaus would never find out. She was going to feed the Salvatores lies instead of Klaus’s secrets so he should never suspect anything, and Caroline would be long gone before the Salvatores put two and two together.
“I know, Caroline.”
“Oh well, good,” Caroline was surprised out of her rambling and a bit hurt at the certainty in his voice. “Then I’ll just be going.” She hefted the suitcase off the bed.
“I know everything.” Klaus took the suitcase from her and set it down and smiled. “I think it’s time that you and I had a bit of honest talk.“
hi! i rly like your most recent edit. could you also link us the fic?
sure :) it was actually written as a gift for the Klaroline Sweet Swap 2021 gift exchange, so you should def check out all the amazing works there too!
Caroline Forbes is widely regarded as an expert in the field of Paranormal Investigation. When she is called home to Mystic Falls on Halloween weekend to handle a particularly stubborn set of ghosts, the last thing she expects is to have to team up with “Ghostbuster” Klaus Mikaelson and his brothers.
Mikaelson Incorporated might be his family business, but Caroline did not sign up to work with some egotistical, irrational, and annoyingly handsome Brit.
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