Sorry this took so long to write! But I suffered through that scene again, so I think I deserve some credit ;)
“Get her in the water,” Sophie directed sharply, ignoring the glare Klaus shot her at the order. If it had been for anyone else, he would not have hesitated to teach the neutered witch a lesson, but he knew he had no time to waste. Not for Caroline.
“Klaus,” she gasped, her head lolling back against his shoulder as he picked up her weak body, entering the pool.
He felt her shiver against him, the cool water a sharp contrast to her heated skin.
“I don’t see how a midnight swim is supposed to help,” he heard Rebekah say acidly, questioning the witch. Klaus ignored her however, his focus held by the shuddering blonde in his arms.
“Temperature is sky-high, and the water will help with the herbs,” Sophie answered as she frantically mixed ingredients before heading to the pool herself. “Should cool us down.”
The witch entered the water herself, wading over to where Klaus was supporting Caroline. She ignored Klaus’ glare, addressing the young vampire. “Drink this,” Sophie ordered, holding out a small vial containing her frantically mixed concoction. “You’re gonna have to get her heart rate down,” she said insistently, turning to address Klaus.
“And how do you suggest I do that?” he asked sarcastically, his eyes only leaving Caroline long enough to shoot the witch a glare.
“Hold her. It’s a natural human remedy to slow the heart rate and reduce blood pressure,” she said hurriedly as Caroline choked down the liquid, gasping as the bitter drink slid down her throat.
“She’s a vampire,” Klaus ground out, clearly annoyed at the brunette’s incompetence. Nevertheless, he scooped Caroline up, one arm underneath her knees as he continued to support her around the shoulders with the other, holding her body close to his, trying to ignore the thrill that ran through him as her ragged breath heated his neck.
A/N: I originally wrote this for a prompt day over at Klaroline Mag, but because of some Tumblr bugs that day, they were never recieved. So, I’m publishing them here. This is the first of two. Enjoy. :)
Caroline still did not do dishes. She didn’t do laundry, she didn’t linger around the kitchen in the evenings preparing meals, and she most certainly didn’t vacuum. By no means was she any sort of ‘domestic goddess’. Not her, not Caroline Forbes.
But she baked cookies.
There was something relaxing about the sizzle of raw cookie dough on a warm plate, or maybe it was the defiance in ignoring the package’s warnings about consuming raw food product that soothed her occasionally frayed nerves. Or perhaps it was just that it was her only time away from the Mikaelson clan.
Did she love her new family? Absolutely. She even loved Rebekah, despite their strenuous relationship. She loved Elijah, and Kol, and above all, she loved Klaus. But she also loved to have some time alone, and it wasn’t as if there wasn’t a resounding appreciation for her cookies.
And so, Caroline ended up in the kitchen at five in the morning, pinching perfectly-sized ovals of sugar cookie mix on to a pan. The heat from the oven radiated and made everything warm, just hot enough for her to change into her pajama shorts. It was quiet, as she sometimes preferred, and best of all, she had a whole bowl of cookie dough all to herself.
“It’s quite early to be up, isn’t it, sweetheart?” Klaus stumbled into the kitchen, his hair sticking up in different places. “What happened to your rule of strictly not waking up before nine?”
when you walked into the room just then it’s like the sun came out
I bet Real Madrid really regret letting Di Maria and Xabi go. No midfield creativity and no Ronaldo has got to hurt.
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CREYS I miss Breaking Bad so much and this restaurant goes ahead and names this bread “Breaking Bread” with the logo and everything D:
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