A/N- Here we go, as requested via tumblr. But, word or warning, I am going to try and make this as informed as possible.
Disclaimer- I own nothing associated with the Vampire Diaries.

8am.

What the hell kind of producer expected porn stars to be on set at 8am?

Absolute pricks.

Klaus parks his car and takes one last long sip of the coffee he'd picked up on the way.

He treasures the taste as it slides down his throat, even more so considering that he'll be chasing it down with mouthwash.

Common courtesy for the female co-star he'll be working with today.

It was supposed to be Celeste but considering how hard she'd been partying last night, he sincerely doubted she'd be making it out of bed any time soon.

When he's pushing it to the very last minute before he's late, he groans and pulls himself out of the car, stumbling into the street still cast in chilly shadow.

Klaus was lucky to be working at Fallen Angel, he knows this, but he really wishes that he could knock the lights out of the producer who'd decided on a starting time of 8am in the middle of bloody winter.

Even if they were in Los Angeles.

He double checks the address before walking up the footpath, because that would be embarrassing and knocks on the door.

No-one answers immediately and he checks his email again. He had a contract with Fallen Angel and was working four times a week, so it was quite possible that he'd got the location and date mixed up.

Except that everything checks out.

Frowning, he knocks again and takes a few steps back, wondering if he's meant to be heading round to the back when another car pulls up and a perky blonde clambers out, tossing her duffel bag over her shoulder and scampering up the lawn,

"I'm so sorry," she gasps as she reaches him, "Am I totally late?"

His watch says 8:01.

He shrugs, "Are you the production assistant?"

She shakes her head, "Nope, Caroline Forbes, I'm the female lead today, and working with you."

Okay.

Well.

Today was going to be a good day for him then.

She's absolutely gorgeous.

And he hasn't seen her around before so she must be pretty new to the company and the scene.

He smiles and holds out a hand, "Nik Morgan," he grins, "Pleasure, although I don't know how much work we'll be getting done today, nobody seems to be here."

"Oh..." she trails off, "You didn't hear? You know Cami right? She's contracted with Fallen Angel; she was actually the first girl-on-girl scene I did…"

And that's not making Klaus' jeans feel tight at all.

"Turns out, she's a uni student who was only doing porn to write an expose," she reveals, her eyes lit with excitement at the gossip,

"And she mentioned the company and named names, so Saltzman is throwing an absolute fit and Lockwood's probably being held up there."

He checks his phone and wonders petulantly how this new girl was in the know when he apparently didn't even warrant a bloody text.

"His production assistant Luke told me when he rang me this morning," she explains, just a hint of sympathy in her tone as she starts to yawn,

"After Celeste pulled out last night, they were going to get Cami to replace but when she exposed herself- no puns intended- they called me."

Klaus thinks back on the script he'd glanced over last night and recalls that today included the regulars and then anal sex.

Anal sex required an enema.

Meaning Caroline would have been up since 4:30 this morning.

Probably wouldn't have eaten much either.

And she wouldn't be able to until they'd finished filming.

He scrolls through his contacts, "Excuse me while I make a bloody scene.'

Two hours later, Caroline is lying on a bed, wearing only a red teddy and crooking a finger to beckon him over. He approaches with a grin and grabs her by her knees, pulling her towards him and holding her legs in the air as he slams his penis into her vagina, and she's wonderfully warm and tight and…

"Cut!"

Fuck.

Eighteen Months later.

Caroline gasped as Nik pushed her to her knees on the kitchen floor, his hands on her shoulders as she found herself at eye level with his erection, jutting out of his undone jeans.

She opens her mouth and…

"Cut!"

She snaps her mouth shut with a confused frown, turning to face the director as he stepped around the camera crew,

"What?" she asked, trying to hide her annoyance.

The filming was already running three hours behind schedule and they'd had to redo each take at least four times, causing everyone's temper to start running high.

"Listen doll," the director threw up his hands,

"I need to see more fear in your eyes, right now all I'm seeing is sluttiness and that won't do with our audience."

Caroline huffed and, deciding that being an inch away from Nik's erection was not going to help her concentration any, put her hands up, gripping his forearms and he lifted her smoothly to her feet, making sure that she was steady in her heels before releasing her. She doesn't break eye contact with the director the entire time,

"I read the script," she told him, "It said that I'm the girlfriend, why would I be afraid of my boyfriend? Especially when I'm about to blow him in the kitchen."

The director rolled his eyes, "Because it's what men want to see, they don't get off watching whores suck cock, they can see that on HBO, they want to see terror in your eyes and Nik…" he turns to her co-star, "What the hell is with the hands on shoulders?! I told you that I wanted them wrapped around her throat and squeezing."

Nik scowled, "I do that and she won't be able to breathe, or take my cock in her mouth without gagging."

The director smiles, "Good, we want her choking and gagging, that's what people log in to see, now push her to the floor hard, squeeze her throat and shove your cock in, all the way in mind, we want to see her struggling to breathe and then hold her in place so she can't move, Caroline, try to show some terror in your eyes."

He turns to the film crew, "Alright, let's try this again."

Caroline looks down at the tiled floor and then to Nik,

"Try to avoid my pulse point." She whispers as he nods sympathetically,

"Tap my thigh twice if you're seriously choking."

As far as porn production companies went, Fallen Angels was by far one of the least exploitative in the Los Angeles area.

However, as mainstream media grew more and more sexually explicit, porn stars found themselves having to act out rougher and dirtier scenes.

Still, even though Caroline woke up the next morning with faint bruises on her throat, definitely not faint bruises on her knees and a soreness in her vagina and ass despite Nik's best efforts, she still reached for her phone eagerly to check the results on the video which had been posted last night.

She and Nik weren't super famous porn stars, although they both got steady work and had survived the porn industry for over a year which was pretty impressive considering the rate which new talent came in looking to make bank; but Caroline had noticed that whenever she was partnered with Nik that their videos always trended on porn sites within the week and with mostly positive reviews.

She checks pornhub first and closes her eyes briefly, saying a quick prayer out of habit before checking the numbers on the video.

One thousand views.

The video hadn't even been up for twelve hours yet and it already had one thousand views!

Squealing and bouncing around the bed with excitement, Caroline checked the reviews page on sheporn before deciding that today was definitely the day.

Nik had a condo just outside town, in a suburban area with a park across the road and families either side who would probably be horrified to know that he was a porn star.

When he opens the door she can see that he's even more exhausted than she is. She knows that he'd been scheduled for three videos yesterday and the cocktail of Viagra, ecstasy and cocaine necessary for that kind of work always had a nasty comedown. Still, despite his surprise at seeing her on his doorstep, he manages a smile,

"Caroline, sweetheart," he leans against the door and looks her up and down,

"To what do I owe the pleasure?"

She rolls her eyes in good humour at his flirtatious tone, which is mostly just his accent,

"Can I come in?" she asks, "I want to talk to you."

He nods and leads her into his condo, hurrying ahead to pull one door closed and leading her to his open plan living room. She tries not to look too interested as she sees his place, they didn't see each other outside of work and actors in their industry rarely had co-workers over to their homes, preferring to party in clubs or bars and usually wanting to keep their private and work life separate.

Still, she and Nik had a good working relationship. A level of trust gained by looking out for each other on the often unsafe sets and the knowledge that they both got tested for sexual infections regularly.

It's what had given her the courage to come over with her plan.

"Can I get you anything?" he asks, "Coffee, tea?"

She shakes her head and sits down on his leather couch,

"Have you seen the numbers for our video?" she asks eagerly, disappointed when he shakes his head,

"I had a full day and an even busier night love," he yawns and sits down in the armchair opposite her, "I had no intention of hopping online today."

Her stomach sinks as she realises that she's interrupted his post-filming recovery but decides to keep going,

"We're trending," she tells him, "Even faster than the last time."

He smiles as if amused by her excitement, "We always trend love," he points out with a hint of condescension,

"We're young, hot, blonde, blue-eyed and white. We're always going to trend well."

She shakes her head, "No, but I've been looking at the numbers, the videos you and I do together are more popular than all the ones we do with other people combined." She reaches into her handbag and draws out the manila folder filled with paper, "And I printed off the top reviews on all our videos…well the ones that weren't just 'fap, fap, fap' repeated a hundred times," she handed it to him, "Read them."

He sniffs and blinks a few times to focus his eyesight before taking out the first sheet,

"OMG, they're so freaking hot together…wow, I love watching these two fuck…yes, I love watching these two on screen but I hate how rough the sex is stay out of her ass Nik…" he chuckles ruefully,

"Would that I could 'Bored Housewife 97'."

"If you keep reading, you'll see that a lot of the reviewers are the same people, again and again," she tells him, "We have a fan base, women ship us."

He looks up, "Ship?"

"They like watching us together and imagining us as a couple," she explains, "Which got me thinking…our contracts with Fallen Angel both expire in six months right?"

He nods, "And I've heard we're going to be facing a hell of a pay cut, you're twenty-one in an industry of eighteen year old girls and I'm apparently 'too pretty' to be a stand-in for the male audience."

"Right," she sits on the edge of her seat, "We're going to be lucky if we're re-signed and if we aren't, we're going to find ourselves doing videos even rougher than the stuff we're doing now and you hate the violence as much as I do." She takes a breath,

"Which was why, I was thinking…we could start producing our own videos, get our own website, use our female fan base and make videos that appeal to them, no more violent, non-con but focusing on our ship, working exclusively with each other which is safer and we'll be in control of the scripts, only doing stuff that we're comfortable with."

She tries to stop her knee shaking with excitement,

"It won't be easy going at first but I've been doing research and we can use interns until we can afford to start paying people and I really think there's a niche in the market for well-produced relationship porn."

Nik is silent for a few minutes, simply staring at her and she is worried that he's about to laugh in her face before he speaks,

"If it means that I don't have to shove my cock into a girl's barely lubricated ass or drag her across the floor by her breast, then sweetheart, I'm in one hundred percent."

Caroline beamed with delight and after promising that she'd have the full business plan to him by the end of the week, she left him to his hangover and had to bite her lip to keep herself in control until she got to her car.

She had a good feeling about this.

Klaus watched as Caroline practically bounced to her car, unable to keep himself from smiling as he watched her drive away.

She even managed to make that look cute.

It was probably her aqua blue Prius.

When she was gone, he closed the door and groaned as he leant against the wall.

His hangover arse was feeling sorry for itself.

But even when he'd collapsed onto the couch and got himself comfortable, he couldn't shut off his brain.

Not after the opportunity that had just being dropped onto his lap.

His own production company.

He would get to choose what films he did, on safe sets and with co-stars who met his requirements.

It wouldn't be easy to get it off the ground but if he trusted anyone, it was Caroline overly-organized Forbes.

And, if nothing else, he liked working with her. She never looked at him with eyes of hatred or desperation when the cameras weren't panned on her. She was always friendly and always turned up on set freshly showered.

It was the little things that mattered.

He shifted position on the couch and wondered just how exactly this was going to pan out.

For starters, he had no idea how well they worked together when they kept their clothes on.

A/N- Let me know what you think!