NikMik: prompt - "you're bad for me in every way but i still want to be with you." this is a quote from The Office. I know I asked for human KC...but write whatever inspires you.
Hey luv, apologies for the delay. Hope this is okay : )
Star NFL Quarterback Klaus Mikaelson is a well-known womaniser but then he meets team cheerleader Caroline Forbes and everything changes.
I’m your man, you’re mygirl…
“That game was off thechain, Mikaelson.” It had taken a while to get used to American terminology butKlaus knew that meant he’d done well. Of course he had, he was Klaus bloodyMikaelson.
The locker room wasbuzzing with tired but excited players, coaching staff and journalists millingaround. It wasn’t unusual to hear such praise or feel one of his teammatesslapping him on the back post-game for Klaus Mikaelson but this time it wasdifferent. They’d made the playoffs with that win and were set to face the NewYork Jets in the first round.
For an English guy who’dgrown up with a different kind of football altogether, being drafted to the SanFrancisco 49ers and becoming the star quarterback and a national sensationpractically overnight was a surreal experience.
First, there’d been theconstant media attention then the flurry of female admirers he’d taken fulladvantage of at the time. That was until he’d met her.
She was unlike anyoneKlaus had ever known.
Feisty. She didn’t carewho he was and she made that clear on a daily basis with the way she rolledthose expressive, blue eyes whenever he attempted to make conversation.
Caroline Forbes was vice captainof the team’s cheerleading squad. There was no denying she met all the strictrequirements.
Perky. Although only whenshe wasn’t conversing with him.
Klaus wanted to pretend hedidn’t care, but he did. Way more than he was willing to admit. He shook hishead determined to remove her from his thoughts as he had to do more often thannormal.
“Mikaelson,” his coachbarked, gesturing to the treatment room down the hall. His shoulder had beenplaying up and they weren’t taking any chances on him heading into the finals.
Klaus made his way towardsthe door, pushing it open familiarly, not expecting what met him on the other side.
I’m your girl, you’re my man…
Of course she knew he was coming but it didn’t stop her heart from skipping a beat as the knowing player entered in all his post-match glory.
Most people looked average after exercise, especially those playing at such an elite level, but from what she could tell the dark blonde curls (albeit damp) were still perfectly in place, his lips that sinful shade of crimson and those dimples annoyingly disarming.
It was the only description that seemed to calm the tingling he was causing below. She was a professional and wasn’t going to let him mess with the job at hand.
“On the bed.” He baulked at her unexpected demand, Caroline only realising just how untoward her request sounded. She decided to blame it on the fact he was basically naked bar the shorts leaving not much to the imagination.
“If you say so,” he murmured, lying on the bed face down as requested. “Not to ruin the moment but last time I checked you’re not George or possibly qualified…”
Before he could finish, Caroline had administered the requisite amount of oil which she was slowly working into his injured shoulder. “You think they’d let me do this if I wasn’t? I’m a fifth year physiotherapy student.”
“And you choose right now to tell me that fact?”
“I didn’t think it was important,” she muttered. “But if you must know, the team let me do work experience in exchange for cheering. As much as you think it’s the case, cheerleader isn’t my only role here.”
Caroline had nothing but respect for cheerleaders given the physical toll it took on them and their bodies but Klaus Mikaelson was a conceited ass and she had no intention of falling at his feet like his groupies did.
He’d made multiple efforts to speak to her but given his womanising reputation, Caroline had no intention of being just another notch on his belt, she had her pride after all.
“I didn’t mean…” he faltered.
“I’m not one of your groupies,” she muttered, realising she’d blurted it out before thinking.
“And that’s why I like you,” he breathed. “But given you have a death grip on my injured shoulder, I hope you know I’m sincere.”
She loosened her grip, albeit slowly, allowing him to turn over and face her curiously. “It’s supposed to go towards my credit this semester.”
“What for? Bedside manner?”
“Cute,” she growled, trying to ignore just how annoying he sounded. “You realise I could kill your arrogant ass with my Darth Vader death grip from this angle?”
“A Star Wars fan too? Although, as much as I’d love to see that, the team’s management might not take too kindly to that given the whole play-off thing,” he offered.
“Fair enough,” Caroline said, her hands leaving his skin prematurely. “So no need to massage your lazy self further then?”
“I deserved that, right?”
“You bet your ass,” she growled.
“Any chance you’d like to maybe talk instead?”
“I’m too smart to be seduced by you, Mikaelson.”
“That’s why I like you,” he murmured. “Now, any chance I could get something to cover up, I’m suddenly feeling extremely self conscious.”
“That cold air not doing you any favours?” She teased looking below, knowing it was just another excuse but that it would mean so much more than expected.
“I was going to say this could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship but it’s going to take longer to convince you of my intentions I’m assuming, right?”
“You’re right on that point,” she noted before leaving,not bothering to provide him with any assurances or extra clothing for that matter. She figured he’d be the first person waiting for her services next time.
