Born To Be Wild

arrenemris  asked:

Hi! if you are taking drabble meme promts, 58 pretty pleeease?

Well, apparently I wasn’t going to do any prompts but these small ones are a lot of fun and quicker to write. Also anything for such a lovely lady.

Klaroline + “I’m just a guy with a wife, two kids, and a Harley.”

Born to be Wild

“What the hell is that?” Caroline yelled over the noise. She’d heard the loud rumbling from the house and gone outside to investigate and possibly yell at the offending driver. Given it had taken her three hours to settle her newborn baby, she wasn’t too impressed with whomever was causing the ruckus.

What she wasn’t expecting to discover was that the culprit was her very own husband. Although she was decidedly angry by the interruption, Caroline was trying to ignore just how delicious he looked in head to toe, fitted, black leather. He’d certainly dressed the part of a biker.

“This is my new motorcycle,” he replied, patting the seat lovingly.

“I can see that,” she growled. “Shut it off now, Klaus.” He knew better than to mess with her in a mood and did as he was told.  

“Isn’t she beautiful?”

“No, she’s noisy and could well of woken Sybil,” she hissed, pointing to their baby monitor which was luckily silent. “Since when do you have a motorcycle?”

“Well, Kol said…”

“Oh god, just stop there,” she drawled. “Any sentence that begins with ‘Kol said’ is never going to end well.”

“Actually it was Enzo that…”

“Your brother-in-law too? This is just getting better. Rebekah’s just going to love this development,“ she interrupted yet again.

“Are you ever going to let me talk?”

“No, because I don’t need your excuses to know what happened here. Let me fill in the blanks. Your immature brothers wanted motorcycles and you had to get one too? Like a sheep.”

“I’m no sheep,” he baulked, his arrogance well and truly evident. Klaus considered himself a leader not a follower.  

“Well if it looks like one and sounds like one.”

“What? White, fluffy and emitting a rather monotone baaaa?”

“You’re not funny,” Caroline drawled.

“On the contrary, I think I’m hilarious,” Klaus grinned, looping his arms around her slim waist and pulling her towards him greedily. She regarded him curiously, again trying to ignore just how his leather jacket sculpted his toned chest. 

Caroline shook her head trying to focus, she decided to blame the lust coursing through her body on the fact she’d barely slept the past six months, let alone had any semblance of a sex life. 

“I don’t think this is a good idea…” she began. This time he interrupted her.

“I know you’re worried about me but I’ll be perfectly safe,” he replied, brushing a stray lock of hair from her eyes, obviously attempting to soothe her fears. 

“Huh?”

“I’ll be careful, Caroline. I promise.”

“That wasn’t what I was thinking,” she answered truthfully, “If I could ride that thing myself I would.”

“While I admit I’m a little hurt by your lack of interest in my wellbeing, I’ll bite. So, what exactly is the issue here, love?” He asked, his perplexed expression not lost on Caroline. 

“I know what this is you know,” she mumbled. 

“Well, you’ll have to enlighten me because right now I’m bloody confused.”

“You feel suffocated and are going through some sort of a mid-life crisis, I saw this on Dr Phil just the other day,” she rambled. “Now it’s a motorcycle but next thing it will be a convertible and a hot, young blonde called Bambi.” A few stray tears rolled down her cheeks. 

Klaus wiped them away affectionately with his thumb before responding. "Number one, thirty-two isn’t mid-life last time I checked, well hopefully not anyway. Number two I’ve always been more of a Range Rover kind of guy and last but most importantly, there’s only one blonde I love and her name is Caroline Forbes Mikaelson.”

She looked at him curiously, processing just what he’d said. “Oh really?”

“Yes, really,” he murmured, leaning forward to place a chaste kiss on her soft lips. “I’m just a guy with two kids, a wife and a Harley and I couldn’t be happier.”

“I’m glad you at least got your priorities in order then,” she offered. “But just so you know I want to drive sometimes.”

“Already so possessive, love,” he growled, pulling her flush against his chest and attacking her lips. Caroline melted into him, allowing the sensations to wash over her and massaging her hands over his leather. She could really get used to this attire. 

The sound of their baby girl wafted through the intercom, breaking them from their heated kisses. They were panting, trying to calm their burgeoning arousal, her forehead now against his. 

“Our daughter always has the best timing,” she groaned. 

“Well, how about you see to Sybil while I pick up Annabelle from daycare,” he suggested. “As it happens Elijah and Kat have offered to babysit tonight.”

“I’ve always loved those two,” she quipped. 

“So, how about I take you for a ride then? I know this amazing bed and breakfast we could stop at for the night.” Caroline didn’t miss his double entendre and nor did she care. In fact she welcomed it wholeheartedly, planning to get herself into some tight leathers too for the occasion. 

On FF HERE

Get your motor runnin’
Head out on the highway
Lookin’ for adventure
And whatever comes our way
Yeah Darlin’ go make it happen
Take the world in a love embrace
Fire all of your guns at once
And explode into space

I like smoke and lightning
Heavy metal thunder
Racin’ with the wind
And the feelin’ that I’m under
Yeah Darlin’ go make it happen
Take the world in a love embrace
Fire all of your guns at once
And explode into space

Like a true nature’s child
We were born, born to be wild
We can climb so high
I never wanna die

Born to be wild
Born to be wild

Get your motor runnin’
Head out on the highway
Lookin’ for adventure
And whatever comes our way
Yeah Darlin’ go make it happen
Take the world in a love embrace
Fire all of your guns at once
And explode into space

Like a true nature’s child
We were born, born to be wild
We can climb so high
I never wanna die

Born to be wild
Born to be wild

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Born To Be Wild

Steppenwolf

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Graphic - David Vicente