Oh klaroline+#7kiss prompt
“routine kisses where the other person presents their cheek/forehead for the hello/goodbye kiss without even looking up from what they’re doing”
AN: Post around s6 of TVD and no magical babies bc that’s the only way I roll xD
Hope you like it ;)
This time, it’s Tuesday.
Caroline moves around the studio, her gaze wandering around, trying to locate all the garments she’s missing. Her hair is a mess and she lets out an impatient huff when it all falls over her face as she tries to retrieve her top from under the sofa.
Klaus smirks when he hears her curse, still keeping his focus on the painting he’s working on.
Perhaps he needs to add just a touch of red to make her lingerie the exact shade of crimson he’s going for, the one that reminds him of his dried up blood around her lips.
His fingers clench tighter around the brush as he remembers the heat of her skin, as he recalls her spicy taste on his tongue -
A growl of frustration falls from his mouth as the brush skids over the line, leaving a tiny red splatter on the canvas.
“Serves you right for painting me in my sleep,” Caroline says from behind him, slightly out of breath as she nearly crawls the floor, looking for something.
Klaus merely smiles under his nose. Caroline complaining about him painting her? Trying to draw his (and her) attention from the fact she’s just spent yet another
night l ate morning afternoon in his arms?
It’s all part of their routine since she’s moved to NOLA with that pest Enzo eight months ago.
He reaches into his pocket and pulls out the flimsy deep red bra, caresses the delicate lace with the tip of his finger as if he stroked the swell of her breast.
Caroline’s voice is hoarse when she demands, “Give me that.” She wastes no time snatching the undergarment from his hands. “This ends now,” she says, hastily pushing the bra under her top.
Klaus hums in response, continuing with the painting.
Caroline scrunches her nose at his placating tone. “I’m serious.” She twists her arms at the weirdest angles to pull the straps in the right position.
“Uhm.” Klaus reaches for another shade of paint now. A sunny yellow.
“This was the last time, Klaus. The last time!” She dives under the table to get her purse.
This time, Klaus offers her silence, too busy contemplating which detail to work on next. But he can feel the burn of her gaze on his back, the frustration coming off her in waves.
“Ugh,” Caroline scoffs after a brief moment of fidgeting. “See you never, Klaus,” she blurts out and heads to the door, stopping - as always - by him when Klaus cranes his neck and offers her his cheek.
The touch of her lips is brief but warm.
And then she’s out of the door and he counts - one, two, three - until he hears another groan escape Caroline’s throat when she realizes what’s she’s just done.
Pecked him on the cheek to say goodbye, like old married couples do.
“See you around, sweetheart!” he yells after her.
He can’t wait for his Wednesday kiss.