A/N: Another one-shot: actually a one shot today. But I am continuing He was the bane of her existence and I already have chapter two half written so it should be uploaded by before Sunday, hopefully but don't hold me to that!:)
Link to bane of her existence on fanfiction; s/11292238/1/Bane-Of-Her-Existence
FYI: Caroline is around 22 in this and Klaus is 24.
The one where Katherine and Elijah are getting married and as her maid of honour, Caroline starts yelling at the staff to do their job properly until Klaus steps in:)
- Shauna! xo
"Just a little bit higher... Well that's not a little bit," Caroline snapped to the staff as she stood rigidly in the centre of the ivory decorated hall, sighing loudly and dramatically gesturing to the flower decorations at the end of each isle.
Was nothing going to go right for her today? Seriously? Why was all the staff so damn incompetent-
"What?" she growled, catching the sight of piercing baby blues watching her every move.
An amused chuckle echoed throughout the hall, "Nothing at all, sweetheart". If Klaus was honest with himself, he found a wound up Caroline quite profoundly adorable and he did so enjoy winding her up even tighter.
Stomping forward, she slammed a bunch of petite flowers into his chest and smiled sweetly- fake as hell but it was still innocently sweet. "Make yourself useful."
He groaned, "Caroline..."
"Come on, third row back, Mikaelson. They aren't going to decorate themselves".
Okay, maybe she did just enjoy his annoyance and irritation. Just a little bit- well it was immensely satisfying.
Grinning to herself, she hopped to the back row, planning on instructing another wait staff how to not be so god damn incompetent when a sharp grasp on her arm propelled her backwards and into the callous arms of Klaus Mikaelson who stood still, starring down at her amusedly.
"How about I rather help you out with those accelerated stress levels of yours, love?"
A breathy sigh in her ear which so didn't send tingles down her spine. Nope. None. Zilch.
Followed by a hand that could only be constructed by an artists' trailing across the length of her back. Another hand cupping her cheek and twisting her face up to look at him, his eyes twinkling down at her in mirth and his smirk widening ever so slightly to emphasise his very red, very kissable-
Nope. No. Don't go there Forbes.
Starring at his face and this god damn dimples really didn't help her current issue.
Shaking her head and huffing loudly, she pushed his arms backwards in a quick move and quickly took several steps backwards. "I'd rather die but thanks," she chirped.
"That's not what you were saying at the engagement party," he mused, blatantly starring as she trailed around the isle.
"We all make mistakes".
"You know as well as I do that it wasn't a mistake, Caroline".
"Do I?" she retorted.
His smirk faltered slightly as she spun around, her back now facing him.
Taking the few steps towards her and leaning directly into her personal space, he breathed, "Yes." Upon seeing her hands shake slightly on the clip board that she was currently holding, his smirk widened.
Again. Oh yes, he definitely affected her.
That pleased him, immensely.
"Then maybe you should of called like you said you would," she retorted, preparing to whizz away. "Then again, I suppose I shouldn't be naive enough to believe your a man of your word".
And as quick as she came, she disappeared, whirling and stomping as she left with her dress flowing with her.
Ugh.
Just why had her best friend decided to marry Elijah? And did he have to have such irritating brothers-
Don't even get her started on Kol and his irritating innuendos that he flew out right, left and centre. Then again, maybe Elijah was adopted...
Caroline was quite sure that the world was against her- especially today, she huffed. Was one normal, peaceful day ever in the cards for her?
Sprinting now, she increased her speed: she wasn't quite ready to face Klaus or listen to his empty apologies and epic promises which he would never live up to. It was her own fault really- she should know better by now.
Klaus gaped after her.
Well no one did quite manage to pull of a floral dress and undeniable fury quite like Caroline Forbes.
Then-
He marched after her, determined she wasn't get away a second time.
He'd thought-
No, he wasn't the only one with explaining to do.
Okay, maybe he did jog after her-
Maybe a tiny sprint.
Klaus really had no idea where his girl had disappeared to.
His girl- he really could get use to that.
He groaned out loud: he just had to lose her in such a huge building where it was so easy for her to hide.
Then-
"You can't just hang them! There supposed to trickle down," her loud voice snapped throughout the hallway, causing a smirk to reappear on his face.
Leaning casually against the pillars, he starred at her in all her authority, she looked like a-
A Queen. A beautiful Queen in her own light.
He saw the exact moment she became aware of his presence - her back stiffening as she straightened up just before she marched around the room, ordering more staff, snapping as she went.
"A lesser man than me would be terrified," he casually commented, strolling forward watching her take a step backwards for each forth one he took.
Rolling her eyes and also blatantly ignoring him, he noticed with a twinge of disappointment, she twirled around the room with he following on her heels.
"I didn't realise you wanted me around so much."
A snort.
"Maybe once".
Frowning at her honesty, he stepped forth and lightly pressed on her shoulder, spinning her around to face him so he could look into her eyes. "You didn't look so interested when you were getting back together with your boyfriend, Caroline".
"You mean Tyler?"
A nod.
"When I was throwing his ass out of my hotel room after declaring we'd never be together again?" She threw an incredulous look in his direction.
Klaus froze, gaping at her-
He certainly didn't expect that.
"I- I am sorry, Caroline".
"Well sometimes sorry doesn't cut it, Klaus".
Short, irritated, sharp- a frown displayed over his lips causing his forehead to crinkle. Well, he suppose he deserved it.
Her blonde curls bounced as she spun around, her back facing him- a growl escaped him because didn't she just find any excuse to put distance between them?
With a quick, sharp movement on her wrists he spun her around so that her back slammed back against the tall pillars with him towering over her, focused on her pink lips- the curve of which he has never been able to sketch right in the past three months, no matter how hard he has tried.
Her throat bobbed as she gulped, her gaze focussed on his lips- he noticed with a smirk. Leaning forth so that their noses were in line across each others, he trailed his lips across the length of he cheek, "I'll call you tomorrow, Caroline".
Then-
with a swagger only Klaus Mikaelson could manage, he strolled out of the hall with no less than a smirk, a twinkle of his eyes and a last brush of his lips across her jawline which just screamed mine.
Well, and if he called her tomorrow morning like he'd promised-
Her heart didn't race in her chest and her voice certainly did not sound breathy when she answered.
And if she agreed to be his date for the wedding-
She most certainly didn't end up pressed up against the wall outside the wedding hall before midnight, with his body perfectly lined up to ever inch of hers-
Nope.
"Does this mean I'll get you in my bed tonight, love?"
A smirk and a wink- that she will never admit that did anything for her.
Well, he did got what he wanted, she mused, as she awoke the next morning with his head nestled between her thighs-
She could live with him being right more often.
Thoughts?
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