For the three sentence drabble (or more, if you feel like it 😉): Caroline is unimpressed with Klaus's choice of formalwear. AU/AH.
World gone crazy ‘bout a sharp dressed man.
On her way out of their apartment Caroline pulled back holding onto the door frame, “Klaus?” she asked looking uncomfortable when he looked up.
“Yes, love?” he asked dropping the brush in his hand giving her his full attention as he wiped his hands on a towel he kept nearby.
She scrunched her nose as she walked back into his at home studio, “Tell me that’s not what you’re wearing to the police benefit?” she inquired.
Klaus didn’t seem to expect that question would make her seem so nervous, “I was thinking of changing my shirt,” he responds tonelessly knowing this evening was a big deal to her.
“And jeans?” she squeaks trying to keep her cool but he reads her perfectly as he progresses towards her.
“Caroline, I’m not going to be part of the auction,” he reasons with her because he wasn’t a bachelor and that is what a bachelor auction entailed.
“Yeah, because you’d get little to nothing,” Caroline mumbles looking away from him so he wouldn’t hear her.
“What was that?” Klaus asked hearing one or two words of her speech watching her face color as she moved backwards.
“Nothing,” she replied as he caught her by the waist pulling her back to him so she couldn’t escape as his free hand tickled her side.
“You think I would let the charity down in this?” he asked her, his lips gliding across her neck up to her cheek as he spoke.
Caroline squirmed as she held onto his shirt thankful he had stopped tickling her, “There is some paint splattered there,” she murmurs as she kisses his shoulder.
“That’s because someone started a paint war she couldn’t finish,” Klaus reminds her with a wry grin as he met her eyes.
“I don’t lose.” Caroline responds straight after pulling from his grasp to pace before stopping to look back at him, “Look nevermind. I’ll be with the planning committee until an hour before and come to get you then please be wearing something else by then.”
Klaus laughs, “Maybe I’ll go naked,” he says loving the fire that heats her eyes as she purses her lips together in thought.
“You’ll win,” she mutters, “But I’ll be getting a personal tour of the county jail.” she says trying not to let the flicker of possessiveness she feels over him should anyone but her look at him in that state.
“It’s been a few years since you sobered up in one of those,” he teases earning a mock glare from his girlfriend of five years.
“Shush. That didn’t go on my record,” she says proudly as she turns on her heel ready to march out of the room.
“Because you’re the Sheriff’s daughter,” he adds with a hand by his mouth amplifying his speech as she walks away.
“Just be ready!” the blonde calls behind her, “I love you,” she adds before shutting the front door behind her hearing him say it too.
At three Klaus was nearly finished with his commissioned piece when he decided to clean up and shower knowing it would take some time.
He dropped his sweater and jeans in the hamper switching on the shower as he finished undressing waiting for the water to warm before he stepped inside. He let the shampoo set as he scrubbed the bar of soap over his body before rinsing and stepping out of the shower. He knew Caroline preferred him with a bit of a shadow so he didn’t shave but he did trim away stray hairs.
He stepped out of the bathroom without his towel preferring to air dry as he walked to his side of their shared closet. He let out a drawn breath as he went to the tight corner where he kept his nicer attire from the years he’d wasted as a lawyer before he pursued his real dream of painting. Klaus chose a gray suit and white pressed shirt and started to walk out of the room when he spotted the waistcoat that matched.
Minutes later he cursed this decision, “Damn buttons,” he muttered, it wasn’t that the suit hadn’t fit, Klaus prided himself that it still did if not more snugly.
It was that he was so restricted, he gave a hard thought about reaching for a pair of jeans but knew both Caroline and Elijah would no doubt loathe the idea. Not that a suit jacket and jeans was so bad but Caroline would say that he might as well have gone all the way. Elijah, that gave him a thought.
Reaching for his phone he dialed his brother, “Elijah,” he said once the line connected defeated as he pressed the speaker button.
“Niklaus,” his brother paused, “Where are you calling from?” he asked as Klaus heard some shuffling in the background and realized his brother was walking.
“Working from home today, I need your…help.” he bit out nearly choking on the last word but needing to prove to Caroline that he could change his look if he wanted.
“Are you trapped?” Elijah asks confused causing Klaus to roll his eyes as he replied to his older brother.
“In a three piece suit. Yes,” he clamored as he struggled to get out of the snug jacket he’d fit himself into, was he really so egotistical when he had these made?
Klaus heard his brother choke, the bastard he thought as Elijah spoke, “Did I hear you correctly?” he asked him amusement evident in his tone.
“Are you coming or not?” he asked his older brother growing increasingly annoyed as he finally released himself from the fitted suit.
“Let me get my mobile steamer.” Elijah said failing horribly as sounding normal because Klaus could clearly point out how much the older man was enjoying himself.
“And the tie spinner,” he reminds him ruefully knowing all of his were dated and he didn’t have the exact color he knew Caroline would be wearing.
“Dreams do come true,” Elijah nearly sang as Klaus hung up on him to fix his hair into a side part as he waited for his brother to come over.
An hour and a half later after the men had found a better fitting suit and fought over which tie was a shade bluer than Klaus needed at the time.
Klaus was standing in front of Caroline’s full length mirror as Elijah used a roller on the imaginary dust fibers when he heard his brother say, “I think you’re ready.” he said.
He was checking his collar one more time when he heard the front door open and saw Elijah out of the corner of his eye plucking something from the case he’d brought with him, “Not the handkerchief.” he warned.
Elijah’s face fell in the reflection of the mirror, “I suppose,” he said looking far more put out than a grown man ought to about a piece of cloth.
“Klaus?” Caroline’s voice sang as she looked for him around the apartment drawing closer to the bedroom as he turned around.
“In here,” he led her in with his voice as he saw Elijah gathering up his things and the dastardly steamer that had burned his arm.
“I’m leaving,” Elijah said kissing Caroline on the cheek in greeting before he let himself out of their apartment leaving the couple alone.
“Caroline,” he said with a smile as she took in his appearance with a stunned expression that turned into an appreciative one as she moved closer.
“You look…” Caroline couldn’t find the words to explain how perfect her looked, it was so annoying as she hugged him.
He agreed, Caroline had changed while she was working into the blue number that he had seen hidden in the side of her party bag earlier that day. She took his breath away, just standing there looking gleeful and absolutely ravishing. His heart warmed as he heard her sniff his cologne and smile against his shirt carefully so she wouldn’t stain it.
Klaus kissed her enjoying her silent appraisal, “I take it my attire works for you?” he asked feeling rather triumphant about surprising her with his look.
“I just meant a button up but this, Wow,” Caroline said hoping he knew that she really appreciated the effort he had put into her businesses’ first planned event.
Klaus smiled kissing her temple, “After you,” he suggested gesturing with his hand knowing the afternoon with Elijah had been worth it to have that look on her face.
Caroline shook her head, “No, no after you,” she insisted holding an arm over her stomach as she mirrored his gesture asking for him to lead.
Klaus smirked taking a step in front of her as they walked into the hall his head turning to look back at her, “Are you going to look at my backside?” he teased catching her in the act.
Caroline nodded without shame, “Yes, I am.” she replied with her eyes firmly glued to the tailored trousers he wore.
“Caroline,” he says making her lift her head, “I don’t know if I like my girlfriend objectifying me?” he says wiggling his brows.
She scoffs walking in front of him, “Please…You’ll live,” she says as she notices him looking her over as well before following quickly after her.