A/N:Happy Klaroweek, Everyone! And Thank God It's Smut Day.

This one is for all the ladies in the klarochat eriberry89 she-walked-away mrslackles goonergal81

Prompt: 4x06 AU. Caroline runs into Klaus at the Grill and agrees to let him buy her a drink… Smut.

Just to clarify, there is no "ruse" break up going on between Caroline on Tyler. They're not together in this drabble, so it's not cheating :)

Let's Drown in Euphoria

Pushing the lacquered door open, Caroline is submerged in the familiar, warm atmosphere that was the Mystic Grill. The scent of fried food lingers and fresh bourbon perfumes the air. Not to mention, Klaus's dark, musky aroma is intoxicating against her senses before her eyes finds him.

"This place looks pretty good, considering your hybrid got blown up in it."

A wide, playful grin forms across her face as she strips off her thin jacket, eying the back of his curly head up close now. She had come down to find some entertainment since all her friends had ditched her as of late, and she had found some in a perfect hybrid package. And if anything, he would provide her with a gigantic ego boost.

"Caroline," she hears her name roll off his tongue like the smooth vibrations emitting from a harp. The sound of her name coated by his British accent sends goosebumps along her skin. "What a surprise. What brings you here on this lovely evening?"

She settles herself into one of the bar stools to Klaus's left, keeping one stool between them. She's feeling brave tonight, not foolish. "Can't a girl buy herself a drink without an interrogation?"

Klaus smiles to himself, a reverential gleam in his eyes. "Point taken... drinking your sorrows, or celebration?"

The blonde opens her mouth to order and reluctantly closes it to face Klaus. "That's none of your business, actually."

"Maybe not... but where's the harm in telling me anyway? You wouldn't be afraid to get something off your chest in front of me, would you, love? I've never known you to cower in front of anyone."

Caroline sets her teeth on edge as she felt her cheeks heat slightly. She can't be certain, but she feels that there was an innuendo somewhere in his taunt, and she certainly isn't going to verify it with him. It enrages her further that she is aware of exactly what he is doing. She could have easily done the opposite of what he wanted, but she refuses to be associated with any characteristics that remotely resembles backing down.

"More like boredom." Unconsciously, she leans closer to him, her elbows placed atop the bar table. "It gets quite dull very quickly when all your friends talk about is the cure."

He seems amused by this revelation. "I can imagine. Especially since you don't care for it."

Her eyes widen, suddenly trapped by his hypnotizing gaze. "I never said that."

"You didn't have to." One corner of his lips tugged upwards. "You wouldn't be here with me, otherwise."

Caroline averts her eyes, licking her lips, frustrated. Klaus's words doesn't mean anything. He is a master manipulator. It hasn't even occurred to her that taking the cure would have been an option for her. He can't know about a decision she hasn't even contemplated yet.

"Why are you here?" she counters. "Is your worldly, ancient liquor cabinet not hitting the spot like the Grill's dusty rum can?"

He smiles. "Something I learned during my travels was that there are only so many things you can acquire from the comfort of your home."

"Like?"

"Allow me to buy you a drink and I'll show you," he proffers.

She stares at him incredulously. However, she has to admit that that was pretty darn smooth, and he definitely gets points for cheekiness. She eyes him hesitantly. She did come out to have some fun; she could always blame it on the alcohol in the morning.

"Fine. But I'll be really disappointed if it's not that great."

"When have I ever failed to transcend your expectations, love?"

Alright, she'll give him that, although, she'll do it very bitterly.

He grins smugly at her yield and waves the bartender over. "Caroline, have you ever experienced a screaming orgasm?"

She freezes, trying to steel the muscles in her face, not wanting to give him the reaction he clearly intended to provoke. The corners of her lips strain as they curve up slightly. He is smug as he watches her struggle not to flinch, and she wants to slap him. She prays to God that her cheeks don't appear as hot as they feel. "I'm sorry, could you repeat yourself?"

"Screaming. Orgasm. Do you have a taste for it?" He enunciates the provocative words, his lips looking absolutely filthy as he says them. Flicking his wrist, the bartender sets two salted martini glasses in front of them, both filled with a pale tan liquid.

Her eyes quickly flits between the exotic drink and Klaus's amused countenance. She thanks all the Gods that she hadn't snapped at him before. "Um… I've never had it."

He pushed one drink in front of her hand and lifted his own in the air. "Have at it, then. Cheers." He clinks his glass with hers and downs the drink. She eyes her drink hesitantly and he catches the uncertainty in her eyes. "Go on, I dare you."

He knows she won't back down from a challenge and she curses him for it. If she refuses the drink, it would either mean she is a prude, or she is afraid, neither of which are true. Without a second thought, Caroline tastes the sweet, creamy drink sliding down her throat. Her eyes remained locked with Klaus's, a confident glint in her blue eyes. She notices his eyes darken with lust and takes great pleasure in the feral look she receives as she licks the whitish remnants from her lips.

Klaus looks like he's trying to restrain himself from devouring her, like a wolf to a deer. Maybe she should be more cautious about tempting the beast, but, in this instance, she feels powerful- she likes it.

She hums. "That was good. I hope your knowledge of alcoholic beverages extends past screaming orgasms though."

Klaus's eyebrows shoot up, surprised that she was the one to suggest the second drink. "Oh, don't worry, love. You'll get your fill. I can promise you that."

His smirk makes her squeeze her thighs together. The lascivious tone in his voice does not go unnoticed by her, and, in her slightly inebriated state, she's not going to turn down this opportunity. "Then fill me up." She taps her vacuous glass against the wooden bar. "I'm empty." She smiles coyly, and he knew exactly what she's doing.

Klaus waves the bartender back over, his eyes forever glued to Caroline's tantalizing expression. It is all he can do to not let his jaw drop to the floor, bewildered. "The lovely Caroline would like a seduction on the rocks, a screw me sideways, an all night long, and she is in a desperate need for a blow job. As for me, I'll take an angel's tit, leg spreader, slippery nipple, and an after sex."

The young man seems unfazed as he leaves to go make the drinks.

Caroline eyes Klaus, forcing herself to seem as unaffected as the bartender. "Well, that escalated quickly."

"Am I going too fast for you, love? Would you prefer I slow down?"

"No… you're going… just the right pace…" She sincerely tries to focus on Klaus, but her imagination keeps returning to the image of a naked Klaus mixed in with the titles of those previous drinks. Her eyes fall to those full, soft red lips of his and feels the urge to pull the bottom in between her teeth.

She is pulled out of her musings as more than half a dozen drinks are laid in front of them. They came in varying colors, sizes, and decorations; each one looking heavenly. Licking her lips, she decides which one to take first.

Klaus goades her into simultaneously drinking with him, and she gladly accepts. She giggles every time she feels the alcohol warm her body, pervading her bloodstream. The drinks range from sweet to sour, the different combinations of flavors leaving her tongue tingling.

Caroline's entire body appears to be made of feathers, and she feels great. In fact, she can't remember the last time she has felt this good and carefree. She flips her hair, knowing it will garner Klaus's attention, and shoots him a flirtatious look. "Hi."

"Hello, love." He smiles at her, and by the way he's holding it together, one would think he is completely sober, but that is because he had enough practice. She knows he's not immune to the alcohol; he's buzzed as well.

Caroline scoots her stool closer to his and places her feet on the footrest on his chair. Her elbow rests against the bar, leaning against her cheek so she can stare directly into his eyes without shame. "You know, you're really hot up close."

Klaus's face lights up like a Christmas tree, entirely too amused. "Is that so?" His fingers held her chin, bringing her face closer to his. "I vividly remember you describing me with a different word. 'Disgusting.' I believe that was the word you used." He begins to pull his face away from her, and she grabbed the lapels of his jacket.

"Don't tell me you believe any of that." Her lips hover over his, tasting his breath. "How could I not want you?" His eyes snap up to hers, a shock and vulnerability crossing them. "The person you are… is beautiful. You incite ideas and emotions into me that no one has ever shown me. You make me feel important."

Klaus smooths a hand down her blonde locks and his eyes search hers like he's trying to find the answer to the universe. His breathing becomes heavy and he's paralyzed under her intense gaze.

Caroline's eyes land on his tempting lips and feels hunger rise from her throat. Her fingers smooth over his sharp stubbled cheeks and the hot friction sends chills up her arms. Warmth pools inside her belly and ache forms between her legs. "Dance with me."

He furrows his brows in confusion until she hoists herself into a sitting position on the bar and stands to her feet and shakes her hips provocatively. He catches the bartender staring at Caroline's ass as she shakes her body sensually, and dismisses the boy unless he never wants to see anything ever again.

She beams down at him, inviting him to join her, her breasts freely bouncing with every move of her body. He's in front of her in seconds, his hands circling around her, pushing her flush against his body.

The blonde's fingers tangle with Klaus's necklaces as she blushes. "Can I tell you a secret?" She whispers unnecessarily.

"I won't tell a soul."

"I get really horny when you talk." She giggles sweetly and turns around to grind against him. Her ass presses right against his groin, where she feels a hard bulge inside his pants. "Your penis feels really big like I imagined. Wow."

Klaus drops his head to her shoulders with the widest smirk on his lips, breathing hard, and his hands clamp down on her hips, guiding her movements. "Caroline…"

"I have a second secret." She calls over her shoulder, seeing Klaus consumed by the feeling of the friction she's creating. "I fancy you too."

In this moment, Klaus's head shoots up, and he turns her around to look her in the eye, like he had heard her wrong.

"What did you say?"

"I fancy you, Klaus. Shhh… It's a secret."

Her lips press against his like it's the most natural thing in the world, throwing her arms around his neck, and wrapping her legs around his waist. She feels his lips almost immediately respond, and they're desperate and adoring; she knows that they're going to drown in each other's affections.

One of Klaus's hands dips under the hem of her dress to possessively squeeze her bum through her panties, while the other caresses her soft cheek. His tongue strokes her lips, pleading for entrance, and she acquiesces.

She takes in his tongue, allowing him to pleasure her hot mouth however he desires. His tongue explores her mouth slowly and teasingly, like he only has one chance and he would make the most of that chance. Caroline moans against him as his tongue swipes against her teeth and travels down her throat.

Her hand tangles in his dark blonde curls as her other hand tugs on the necklaces hanging around his neck. Her lips try to taste every inch of his mouth, leaving them red and swollen. She's so hot for him and she cannot, for the life of her, remember why they hadn't done this ages ago. Her hips involuntarily grind against his, feeling the roughness of his jeans enflame the ache at the juncture between her legs.

Klaus groans at her movements and presses his hand against her ass so that her core is pressed right against his stiffness. Caroline gasps, her sex burning like a sudden fire.

He lays her down on the bar and palms her breasts through her black dress, and Caroline sighs in pleasure, her core contracting intensely. She places her hands on top of Klaus's as he works her, feeling his hands worship her breasts.

"Klaus… take me… I want you."

The second she says the words, Caroline knows that's all it will take. Klaus's blue eyes darken and he traps her body with his, hovering over her. His large hands slide up her skin as he lifts the black dress over her head, with Caroline maneuvering to help him dispose of it.

To his pleasant surprise, Caroline is only left in black lace panties, laying in front of him like a work of art. Her eyes are trained on him as she bites down on her lip, looking up at him flirtatiously.

He sucks in a breath, his eyes roaming freely across her exposed body.

Her body flushes, knowing that it's Klaus's eyes that she allows to see her so intimately. She knows exactly what kind of effect she is having on him and just how much this means to him. Somehow, this makes her body heat even more fiercely, knowing that access to her is like a fresh spring to a man dying of thirst.

It's wrong, but the thought of Klaus worshipping her is a temptation she will not refuse tonight.

Letting her eyes darken in red lust, she throws Klaus's jacket off off his body and whips it across the room. She moans as she pulls his shirt over his head, and he raises his arms to assist her, growling himself.

Klaus beats her to his belt, unbuckling it with celerity, and Caroline shoves his jeans down to his knees as soon as he's done. She smirks, completely pleased, when she realizes that he wears nothing underneath, and the ache between her legs intensifies.

Klaus's lips curve into a smug expression, taking note of Caroline's enthusiasm. He kicks off the rest of his pants, along with his shoes, and settles on top of her, his face predatory.

She arches into him, groaning his name, as Klaus pinches her nipples and nibbles on the delicate skin around her collarbone. All the muscles in her body go tense and she can feel how drenched her panties are. One hand slides down his abs and the other feels his massive erection, and gasps at his size.

Klaus's lips burn a smirk against her skin, and then take her mouth, drinking in her taste.

Caroline lets out a breathy moan, pressing her lips against his just as fervently as Klaus is. She gasps when she feels him rip her panties from her body and insert two fingers into her hot heat. Her inner muscles immediately clench around him, sucking his fingers in deeper. He feels so good lodged inside her, like his fingers were made to be inside her. She sinks her fangs into his shoulder to partially stifle her groans.

Klaus hisses, and his dexterous fingers pump in and out of her, curling inside her to reach even deeper.

Caroline's arms, legs, and head are coiled tight around him, squeezing him like her sex currently is. All she can think about is Klaus: Klaus's hands, Klaus's mouth, Klaus's giant dick… She knows she can't even entertain the idea of being emotionally attached to Klaus, even in inebriated state, but she can't ignore the emotions that lie dormant inside her heart.

"More…" She says through a strangled moan.

Klaus pauses, giving her a curious look, and withdraws his fingers, much to her dismay. "What do you desire, Caroline?" He hovers over her, sucking down on his fingers like he would with the sweetest blood he has ever tasted.

She is hypnotized by his unquenchable thirst for her liquid arousal and her mouth begins to water. More moisture drips down her legs and she props them open even wider, inviting him in.

She licks her lips and reaches her head up, trapping his bottom lip between hers, sucking down harshly. In an instant, Klaus's eyes glow gold and his double fangs drop down, only mere centimeters from her own mouth. Her mouth lifts up into a mischievous smile, having achieved the desired effect.

He is too easy.

Klaus grunts and pins her wrists beside her head and crushes his lips against hers. She swears that she has never had an adrenaline rush as great as when Klaus Mikaelson is kissing her.

Her legs wrap around his waist and she grinds her wet sex into his groin, and Klaus tightens his grip on her wrist to stop himself from groaning out.

When his mouth finally releases hers, he leaves her panting and her lips swollen. Her head is spinning in the most delightful way.

Klaus cups the soaked juncture between her legs, and her body locks again, her breathing heavy.

She arches her back to lean even further into the palm of his hand, whimpering. "Ravish me…" She looks directly into his eyes, completely serious; it is not a request, it's a command.

His breath hitches at her words, and the fire in his blue eyes roars. His hands spread her legs open wide for him, and he places a hand on her hip and the other smoothes over her thigh.

Klaus drops his head right at her entrance, inhaling the scent of her potent essence. He licks his lips, eying her glistening pink flesh. As he breathes, his breath warms her sensitive folds, and they begin to throb painfully. "I think I'll have another drink. This time from you."

Caroline's heart pounds against her chest, the roughness in Klaus's voice only making her wetter. He sounds starved, like a caged animal about to be unleashed.

Klaus's mouth suddenly latches onto her sex, teeth, tongue, and lips teasing and taunting her.

Caroline's hands grip onto Klaus's curls, desperate to hold onto something. Her hips instinctively lift up slightly, trying to feel as much of his hot mouth as she can. All the muscles in her body are tense and his mouth has her body on fire.

Klaus nibbles on her folds, and his tongue expertly laps at the juices that are flowing out of her. He moans loudly, acknowledging his appreciation for her sweet taste.

She's moaning his name and exalting every slight movement of his mouth. She doesn't even mind how large his head is being blown up in this moment, because he deserves each and every one of those compliments.

Her core is wound so tight and she knows that she's so close.

Klaus's tongue flicks her clit a few times, causing Caroline to groan each time. He finally sucks down on it harshly, and Caroline screams, coming on his tongue.

Klaus hungrily drinks her down, catching every drop. He growls in appreciation, and he is still setting her aflame as she comes down from her high.

She barely has time to recover before Klaus is on top of her again, his eyes piercing into her once more.

She feels like she's on fire under his fiery gaze. He looks at her with the most precarious eyes, like he's waiting for her to change her mind, but she won't.

Klaus dips his head low, his nose brushing the bridge of hers. "Promise me… in the morning, you will remember what transpired tonight and the emotions you felt." His body stilled, waiting for her answer before he would proceed.

She nods slowly, her eyes glued to his, and it's enough for him.

Klaus centers himself right at her entrance and submerges himself in her warm heat in one hard thrust.

Caroline gasps, feeling how large he is inside her. He continues to push himself into her, one fast thrust at a time, and she can feel every slight twitch of his shaft inside her. It sends electricity coursing through her body, and her muscles constrict around him unrelentingly.

Klaus rasps as she eagerly takes him in, completely.

Caroline bucks her hips to meet his every time. It feels even more incredible than she had dreamt. Klaus's large member scrapes against her walls, setting every nerve inside her on fire. She wants to stay like this with him forever and if she actually could, she can't promise she wouldn't.

Klaus's rhythmic movements soon become more aggressive and he hits her deeper than she thought any man could go. Caroline's harsh breathing turns into mewls, and her body trembles as it approaches her climax.

Her fangs break the skin on his neck, tasting his delicious blood that has been calling to her since she laid eyes on him when she first walked in. As soon as the blood travels down her throat, she unravels around him, her cries of pleasure muffled by Klaus's neck.

It's everything she imagined as her body shakes and her toes curl. Her orgasm is magnified as the euphoria of her sensual high mixes with the pleasure of her sated blood lust. Waves of pleasure rip through her, her body more content than she can ever remember being.

The feeling of Caroline's mouth sucking on Klaus's neck is too much, and he lets go, joining her in her state of bliss. With one strangled grunt, he spills himself into her, his shaft completely drenched in her juices.

Klaus collapses beside her, an arm still tucked around her waist, and he pulls her on top of him, pushing her hair away from her slick face.

Caroline pants, laying on his chest. Her heart clenches at the way his eyes gaze at her adoringly. He looks at her like she's the most fascinating thing in the world, and she can't stop herself from blushing.

"Stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?" He asks far too innocently.

She rolls her eyes halfheartedly. "You know." Her eyes mimic the usual smoldering stare he regards her with.

He chuckles and leans on his elbow so he can place a firm kiss on her lips.

Her lips melt against his, pressing them as close to his mouth as they can get.

"Be honest with me." Klaus's eyes return to their full blown intensity. "How intoxicated are you in this moment, truly?"

Caroline's heart races even faster than it already is. She finds hope and reverence in his eyes as he awaits her answer, and her knees grow weak. There is no point in lying to his face since she will never be able to walk away from this encounter like it never happened.

"Not as much as I wish I was." She offers a small smile, and Klaus's face lights up, grinning from ear to ear. "My tolerance is pretty high..."

He brings her palm to his lips, searing a kiss into it, and she shivers. She knows that he noticed when his lips quirk into a slight smirk, but decides not to comment. "Shall I take you home, then? Unless of course, you'd like to continue this at my house..."

Her cheeks burn and she cannot even believe she's thinking about his proposition, especially not about the part where she feels his soft sheets caress her bare skin and his hard body the entire night. She knows that he's imagining it too with the way his lips form a seductive grin.

She knows that she should turn down the offer completely, but she justifies it to herself by rationalizing that she doesn't want her car to be stained with evidence of her night with Klaus. Plus, she's certain that her blood alcohol level surpasses 0.8% easily.

"Drive me home."

He smiles victoriously.

"Alright, love. I'll take you 'home.'"