Show Me Your Christmas Spirit
Okay, so, this is a combination of a request from Giulia and also the drabble I wrote for the Klarochat since they’re both Christmas themed.
Christmas time. Caroline and Klaus are friends. So are Caroline and Rebekah. They sit around the table for dinner. Caroline sits between Kol and Klaus. Kol feels Caroline’s leg. Caroline snaps at Klaus and Klaus snaps at Kol. Caroline storms out, but buries the real reason behind her anger (Klaus doesn’t make a move on her any longer). Smut.
The crackling of the amber and molten red flames filled the room. Small embers rose up, emerging from the ever changing intense fire and disappeared into the air. Roasting just above it were chestnuts that engulfed the room in their heavenly, cinnamon scent.
The warmth emitting from the sophisticated, oak fireplace wrapped everyone in the house in a warm blanket of cozy heat. The feeling of Christmas spread all throughout the house; stockings were hung above the fire, a Christmas tree decorated in gold ornaments stood in the center of the living room, and delicate, sparkled snowflake decorations trickled down from the ceiling.
Not even a table filled with volatile vampires could ruin the miraculous occasion.
Having previously lined the table with a festive silk, red table cloth, pine green, rectangular plates sat in front of each seated vampire around the long table placed in Caroline’s living room. Wine glasses at the upper right corner of each place with several bottles of champagne at the center between the candles were a given. At each chair of the table, sat an Original vampire, aside from Caroline, who was seated at the center of the length, situated between Klaus and Kol, while Rebekah and Elijah were across.
If Caroline had been told a year ago that she would voluntarily be hosting a dinner party that involved the Original family as her guests, she would have either laughed, or cried, depending on her mood. Not only did she tolerate them, but she actually liked some of them, as a matter of fact, she would even admit to acknowledging Rebekah and Klaus as her friends.
It’s funny how life works out that way.
Somehow, over the course of the past year, she found herself slowly drifting away from Elena and her other high school friends, and dare she say it, found herself hanging around the Mikaelson mansion more than she ever thought she would. She knew Klaus’s secret hiding spot for the good liquor, knows where Rebekah keeps her diary, and where Elijah keeps the special China for guests, so the others can’t break it last minute.
Caroline looked around at the people she had come to see as family, smiling to herself. They were already fidgeting, already uncomfortable with the unusually civilized and trivial behavior. But she could tell, though they would deny it, a small part of them enjoyed it, the feeling of belonging, wholesomeness.
Her eyes slowly found Klaus’s face from the corner of her eye. She should have known by now that he would always catch her trying to take a sneak peek at him, but it appears she still has yet to learn. The second her eyes hit his skin he felt her stare, and boldly turned his head to set his gaze on her in that way that effortlessly made her cheeks flush a deep pink. Even after knowing him for so long, she couldn’t explain the effect he has always had on her. Maybe it was his unfair level of attractiveness or just the way he naturally exudes sex, but she can never help the way her face heats up when his face glazes over with intensity. When he looks at her, it’s like the world melts away and it’s just the two of them.
Ripping her out of her musings, Kol’s voice breaks the silence.
“Caroline, darling, I must say, you do look stunning in that dress this evening.”