Hi everyone! This will be where I will post all Klaroline drabbles I write instead of posting them as individuals. I don't want it to get messy :D I will be posting everything that's less than 1500 words here, otherwise it'll be put as a one-shot individually.

So, this one I did for the Klaroline Secret Santa project, and it's dedicated to a-little-blonde-distraction, and now since she knows who I am I am free to post it here :D And genre will be romance/humor unless I note otherwise in the author's note of a certain drabble.

I'm just gonna shut up and let you guys read!

So much for resisting the Original Hybrid, Caroline thought as her heels clicked against the marble entrance of the Mikealson's mansion.

What a sick joke! One year. That was all it took him to sweep her off her feet. One year. Only a year ago they were plotting his death. As usual, the plan had gone catastrophically wrong, and despite her constant attempts to convince herself that its failure was not something that pleased her, she miserably and utterly failed. The outcome of the last plan had been too horrific for any of them to go anywhere near the possibility of murdering Klaus again. Let's just leave it at the fact that everyone slept with one eye opened for a whole month. Minus Caroline who had the audacity to still think that he would not hurt her.

Well, he proved as much with his constant persuasion even after what happened. He gave her the cold shoulder until she went up to him and apologized,

'I'm sorry, OK?' she had said 'I didn't know it would hurt your feelings. I didn't know that you had feelings to begin with' that was not the best completion she had come up with. No one said that it was the worst, either.

'And can you really blame me? I mean, look what you did! You killed Tyler's mom!' he glared at her and she bit her lower lip.

Yeah, he did kill Tyler's mom, but that didn't mean that Caroline didn't want to flirt with him over a glass of champagne again! (Shut up you never heard that because she never said that)

'You should really think before you speak, sweetheart' he spat through gritted teeth.

'I'm sorry' she muttered again.

And after that little incident, Klaus just continued to be his charming self while Caroline relished in it. She was no longer tied by a cold relationship with Tyler, not after the splitting of opinions they had over the whole killing Klaus plan. Still, the guy had the decency to go out of his way and judge her when she got a little too close for comfort to Klaus.

She told him to go screw himself.

It wasn't like she hated him or anything. It was more like "you didn't fight for me" sort of bitterness. He had every right to hate him and she understood. But that didn't mean she had to put up with his interference! (Don't judge. Sometimes her heart acts on its own accord!)

Oh well, that was such a long time ago. Not that long, though, merely at the beginning of the year that Caroline decided to waltz into the Original's arms at the end of it.

Despite her almost affirmed knowledge that Klaus would be more than a little delighted to see her surrendering, she couldn't help but feel quite nervous as she stepped closer to the huge front door. That probably had everything to do with the fact that she had literally pushed him away when he kissed her around a month ago, yelling obscenities at him and calling him a jerk for kissing her(she had totally moaned and let him roll his tongue over hers, but whatever! She still could blame him, because he was like getting under her skin and she was like falling in his trap and that kind of stuff. Don't judge!) Caroline was just so frightened at the mere notion that Klaus actually aroused her, not just physically but emotionally and all. She began to crack under pressure and he had not so much as glanced in her direction after the aforementioned incident. Why did he suddenly decide to be a gentleman? She did not know. Maybe too tired of being rejected had everything to do with that.

She fought the urge to scoff at the Christmassy decorations as she stepped closer to the gigantic front door. Who knew Klaus would be so intent on such a trivial human tradition. But that was probably Rebekah's doing who stopped hating him three months after waking up from yet another long slumber. Caroline would never understand how these two rolled.

So how ridiculous was it to have her legs trembling like the little coward she was? Why was she so outrageously nervous? Oh right, rejection. Fine, she'll admit it. She couldn't bear the thought of him rejecting her. True, he had never showed the smallest indication that he would do such a thing, but, you know, shooting his advances on the course of a year and a half could completely change that. The guy still had dignity and crap what had she done to herself!

Even more ridiculous was that the only line that she could think of was "All I want for Christmas is you" and just how cheesy was that? Like, seriously, couldn't she be more creative or something? Where did all the words go when she needed them, Goddammit?!

OK, fine, no more thinking.

She knocked urgently on the door, just praying that it wasn't Rebekah with a snarky remark that would greet her. Within less than two seconds the door swung opened. She almost couldn't believe her good luck when Klaus in his gloriously delicious black shirt and jeans greeted her, a hint of smirk on his lips as though he already knew what she came for (and really wasn't it obvious?). And gosh, his dimples were so distracting and those kissable lips were so very alluring.

'Hi' she gulped down.

Seriously? Hi? She scolded herself, mentally killing herself in ten different ways.

'To what do I owe this honor, Caroline?' he asked indifferently, folding his arms across his chest and leaning against the door frame.

Dammit why did her name sound like a frigging melody rolling off his tongue? As if she needed anymore distractions.

'I ….' She began unsurely 'I just wanted to….' She halted, her eyes practically raking over his perfect body. She could see his biceps and abs through that tight shirt.

'You want what, love?' he asked impatiently.

Oh crap! She was going to screw this up.

And since no words were exactly present in her mind (Shut up, she wasn't going to say "all I want for Christmas is you") she decided to do rather than say. She practically attacked him, throwing herself at him and wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing his pillow-soft, lusciously inviting lips. Damn him and his reflexes, he immediately responded, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her ardently. She moaned as he brought her closer to him, his hands roaming her back as she ran her hands through his hair. He trailed his tongue along her bottom lip and she complied, opening her mouth and allowing him to invade it. Why did he have to be so good and taste so wonderful and smell so intoxicating? He was supposed to be evil-looking, like, you know, old, missing an eye, with bad breath.

Caroline was way past that point, though.

So what if he was evil? He liked her, truly and genuinely cared for her. He treated her like no one had ever done. He took care of her and was willing to put the world under her feet. And, well, let her be selfish! Everyone else was!

Yeah, still evil? Caroline didn't think so!

Wanting him more than anything, she hoisted herself up and wrapped her legs around his waist, breaking apart for a fraction of a second to catch her breath before resuming her attack. He ran his hand up her thighs, resting them on her hips, enjoying her urgency after backing her to a wall and trapping her between himself and it.

He broke apart moments later, though. And (surprise, surprise!) they were both panting. Hard. She searched for any sign of objection in his eyes but found that he was smirking at her like the cocky devil he was.

'Caroline' he started sweetly, lingering on her name as though he knew how much it messed with her.

Oh how much she hated him!

'Yes?' she raised an eyebrow at him.

'Do you know what I wished for this Christmas?' he asked innocently.

It took all Caroline's strength not to fall back with laughter, and if it wasn't for the fact that his body was still grinding against hers which was (believe it or not) extremely distracting, she would have probably burst into an uncontrollable fit of laughter.

Still think he's evil?

'I don't know' she shrugged 'World War Three?' she mocked, slightly chuckling.

He chuckled, shaking his head lightly 'I wished for you, Caroline' he smiled widely at her, blue eyes and dimples and all.

'How cheesy' Caroline scoffed (Shut up that wasn't what she had been thinking about through the whole trip to his house), but couldn't help the butterflies in her stomach.

He laughed lightly, but she cut him off, kissing him again.

Damn him, she couldn't get enough of those lips!

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