This idea came to me while lying on the couch, enjoying a relaxing off from School, watching Say Yes to The Dress: Atlanta, with the help of various Tumblr posts about Hubby & Wifey/ Mr. and Mrs. Mikaelson posts, 'cause come on, Caroline and Klaus already have the arguing down to a T, same with the intense eye sex most newlyweds have, now all we need is smut. It might be just a one-shot and a sequence of drabbles, so it's not just like –out of the blue –but more like, a-b-c-d-e… you know what I mean? For example, in this, they haven't moved in but they often sleep over, so perhaps hypothetically Klaus suggests that she officially move it, so that'll be the next chapter, or while they are watching Say Yes to The Dress, Klaus acknowledges Caroline would like this kind of dress and later in maybe the seventh chapter you see her in that dress as mentioned in the first chapter, you catch my drift? Sorry, I'm not really good at explaining things. I'm only used to writing stories, so I assume people catch the jiff of it when reading.

Hope you enjoy! Love,

Fellow Klaroline shipper, Cassidy

The Domesticated Adventures of Klaroline

Chapter 1:

TLC

The aroma of steam and curry hit her like the flash of light coming from the kitchen. She could hear the tread of heavy footsteps slap across the tile nearby. The commotion was enough to lift her from her sleep and off the soft pillow she'd been resting on. She forced herself up and turned her head towards the kitchen where a familiar figure loomed over the counter, unloading white Tai boxes onto the marble. She couldn't resist a smile and his head shot from the food towards her.

"Enjoy your nap, love?" He teased before walking towards the couch, pecking a kiss over her lips before ruffling her disturbed hair. She slapped his hand away before fixing her messy curls again and joined him instantly in the kitchen, unveiling her disheveled state under the bright fixtures. He laughed at her tired state. "You look like you got some rest," he began, sliding a box of noodles in her direction. She picked it up and unfolded the top flaps, inhaling the delectable scent of heavily seasoned vegetables and sour-sweet coated noodles. She snatched a pair of disposable chopsticks from the plastic bag and slid onto a stool, eager to pick at the noodles.

Klaus joined her and opened his own box, eyeing the contents suspiciously. Caroline set her own food down, stabbing the chopsticks into the slimy noodles, before throwing Klaus a look, pursing her lips but unable to resist the grin tugging at the corners. "What," she began, "never had take-out before?"

"Not really," Klaus answered, continuing to shift through the contents with his own pair of chop sticks.

"Have you ever had Chinese before," she asked. He titled his head, obviously amused, she could tell from his smirk. Caroline rolled her baby blue eyes. He snickered.

"Yes, I have," he replied. There was a sparkle in his eyes that attracted Caroline's eyes and they both were unable to pull away from each other's gaze. "In China, the authentic kind of cuisine instead of this, this Leann Chin's shit."

"Klaus," she berated, punching him lightly on the arm. He stifled a laugh, covering his mouth with the back of his fist, unable to pull away from her face. She was too damn cute. Even when her hair not in its usual, perfect fashion, he was flattered that she would show her natural side to him. She had pulled back her wild locks into a casual pony tail, with some short strands slipping out and falling to the side of her cheeks but she didn't mind, too occupied with scolding Klaus with his language.

She, too, was flattered by the fact she considered herself one of the few women –or woman –who he could dress in simple jeans and ratty old t-shirt in, and she wasn't too afraid to admit it gave him a different touch than his usual dark attire. She couldn't put a word on it but this personal side of him gave him more of an edge than his Henley's did. Like the boy-next-do-NO, she corrected. He couldn't even be compared to something so typical. Tyler was boy-next-door, a high school sweetheart, and she was so past that. She was grown woman now, with a body to prove that. So if Klaus wasn't the boy-next-door, what would he be? She glanced at his faded brown tee, grinning at the two top unbuttoned buttons, prying open a peak at his masculine chest. She grinned, as did he, noticing her descending stare.

He'd be the hard working (if what he does is considered working,) singleton a few houses down who caught her eye, driving his masculine SUV down the street, or tending to his backyard, shirtless, sweaty…no, that wouldn't work, she corrected again, trying in vain to erase the image in her mind while she readjusted her pose. Looking at him again, she concluded he'd be the high rising white collar businessman but on weekends, he'd be the playboy romping around with his brothers and friends around bars and games, unable to resist his inner masculine urges to shout at touchdown or homerun or enjoy a good glass of whiskey. He wasn't afraid of getting dirty or breaking into a sweat. The thought brought an uncomfortable dampness between her legs and she promptly crossed them.

"Caroline," he asked. The sultry tone in his voice brought shivers down her spine and a warmth in her stomach. "What is going on in that pretty little head of yours?" He grinned at he recognized the dazed look in her eyes. She pulled her stare away from his inquisitive blue eyes and directly into her stir fry.

"That if you ate Chinese, then this isn't much different, so eat," she demanded. He smirked at her sass, amused as she stabbed her chop sticks into the Asian concoction.

"Actually," he began but Caroline cut him off harshly.

"Drop it," she warned, trying to be serious but he found a little humor in her pouty lips. He raised his hands in surrender and left it alone and hesitantly placed a small number of noodles into his mouth, wrinkling his nose as he took in the generic quality. Caroline shot him another look.

"Is it really all that bad?" She had to question, throwing her head back in mind frustration. Her pony tail flittered. It teased Klaus who all but wanted to grab it and tug it back before laying kisses all over her velvety neck. His fantasy was abruptly killed by her fingers snapping in front of his face, startling him.

"You were daydreaming, Klaus," she alerted him.

"You were too," he pointed out.

They leveled their stare, telepathically agreeing they were even. Towards the end of their stare, mirroring grins sneaked onto their faces, almost mimicking the other before returning to their boxes and eating silently for a few minutes.

"So," he began, licking his lips, removing the sour-sweet sauce off with his tongue. "How was your day so far, Love?"

She nodded as she finished swallowing another handful of noodles. "I spent the whole day watching House Hunters and some renovation showon TLC, and that bored me so much I passed out on the couch –as you saw. Oh," she also added, lifting her chopsticks, "it did give me an idea," she started, jumping off the stool and to the living room and flicked the lights on full glare as she passed the archway. "I love this historic setting, I really do," she said, flaring her arms up to motion to all of it, but raised her palms up towards Klaus, almost to defend her next opinion, and he knew exactly that. "But," she added, "we can do some much with this space. I can see a lot more bright colors that this," she pointed to the plain leather brown couch. "It's comfy, I admit, seeing as I slept on it all day," she excused, "but…maybe something black, grey, or yellow, because it would work well with the stone," she motioned to the fire place. "We could give this place a more modern, suburban feel, you know? What do you think?"

How could he say no? He thought to himself, smiling. He could see the light in her eyes, the way her smile brightened everything around her as she got more passionate about the subject. "There's only one problem," he started, setting down his curry. Caroline's smile dropped and he silently regretted saying anything at all. She walked to him slowly to confront the subject, determination set in her eyes.

"And what's that," she demanded, crossing her arms. He grinned before pulling her closer and onto his lap. She gasped at the close proximity before settling onto his knee, securing herself by locking her arm around his neck.

"Why make so many changes if you aren't going to stay?" He inquired. Caroline's head reared back in surprise, widening her eyes. The blackness of her long lashes emphasized on the widening black pupils of her stunning blue eyes, captivating him.

"What do you mean?" She demanded. "I practically stay here every night."

"Exactly," he explained, "but it's not official. I want you to stay, for good. No more duffel bag. No more packing. Everything should be here already." He squeezed her thigh and used his other hand holding her up to pull her towards him until their noses skimmed. "Is that so much to ask for?"

"Klaus…"she began. He felt his heart sink but his grip tightened on her nonetheless, refusing to let go of her. "Don't you know? I have made it official. I sleep in our bed, not just yours anymore, we made it ours. I've adopted this house as my own personal refuge, and having you to share it with makes it official." To prove it, she took hold of his face and brought it to her lips, immediately allowing him entrance as his dominant side pushed to the surface, eager to take his woman…his…

"Wife," he thought out loud, eyes widening as we realized the insinuation. Her brow raised but she held a grin, amused by his reddening face.

"Careful Klaus," she teased, pulling aware, well aware of his possessive nature. She herself had a tendency to get controlling of things, or people. It was a constant battle between them. "Until you put a ring on it," she waved her finger in front of him, "I'm your girlfriend," she pecked him again before climbing off his lap and back into the living room. "Now as my boyfriend, you have an obligation to say yes to me every," she abruptly placed a hand on her hip, "single," she emphasized, leaning forward as she shook off her hoodie, "time."

It took only a matter of second for him to get the gesture as she tossed it across the room. Her grin took on a seductive turn as she displayed her bare shoulders and low cut tank, delivering a mouth-watering view of her breasts but not enough to quench his desire. She could be just as manipulative as he, using her womanly charms to her advantage. He blurred in front of her, grabbing hold of her waist and pulling her closer, dragging his nose down the crook of her neck, eager to play the same game, the grin on his face hinting at his confidence he would win. She clawed at his shoulders, excited by the feel of his stubble scratching against her throat, but she had control and she would definitely win this.

"So, about the couch," she started but gasped abruptly as he pressed her over it, running his hands down the demin of her jeans before fumbling with the hems. She stopped his hands and held them behind him, staring into his eyes, matching the same lustful glint as he but she had another agenda on hand. "You don't mind if we get rid of it, do you?" She pressed. He broke her grip and had her caged in with his arms. He grinned victoriously.

"I don't know, love," he started, leaning her back. "I think we should try it out," he kissed her passionately, distracting her as they toppled onto the cushions. By then, the expensive pair of jeans she adorned was already on the floor. "Let's be sure this still isn't of use before we go off to replace it." Caroline was too distracted by the fact he had ripped her shirt from the middle.

"Klaus," she scolded, "that was my favorite," she pointed out before being cut off by his lips.

"Love, we can replace that," he reasoned, while running his hand down her stomach. She shivered under his touch and instinctually her toes curled, as did her legs, straddling him as her hands fumbled with his shirt, pulling it over his head and disheveling his own dark blond curls. He pushed her down with his own body weight, grabbing the back of her neck as well as her inner thigh, assuring her gleaming eyes would always stay on his as he filled her. No matter how many times they've made love in the years they reconnected (10 to be exact) he still knew how to make it seem like it was their first with how he could make her tremble. His hands knew her exact spots and how to work her, enough to extract a scream loud enough to alert Stefan (in that one occurrence that would scar him mentally for the rest of his life.)

He was still amazed by her beauty, unable to believe something as lovely and pure as Caroline could be capable of such raw passion. That was one of the reasons he loved her. Her back arched as she released again, clinging to him, strong enough to extract blood from her scratch marks but he reveled in it.

After hours' worth of love making they had finally collapsed onto each other, reveling in the other's presence while they mentally recapped the past ecstasy they indulged in. Caroline remembered finally reclaiming her dominance as she had mounted him for the last round, running her hands all over his lean but masculine chest. He endeavored in her display of Alpha-ship, proud he claimed her as equal –she presented it graciously, something most women couldn't.

He could deny it all he wanted to but Caroline knew she won this battle. She had Klaus groaning for more before they finally ran out of energy. He covered them with the throw-on covering the couch and spooned her from behind for a while, soaking in her scent –which had been accustomed to his for a while, since they shared almost everything now.

Caroline looked at the time on the TV, noticing her show was still on. As usual, Say Yes to The Dress ran for its fourth course, like a marathon all over again. The show caught Klaus's attention to as a robust bride twirled around in a sweetheart ball gown on the platform in the awe of her audience of family and friends.

"I hate that dress," he heard her mutter. His ears perked.

"How come?" he inquired in her ear, knowing the sensation of his stubble excited her. Her hand reached for his face and her gentle, slender fingers caressed his face tenderly. He wrapped his arms around her and settled his face in the crook of her neck, enjoying the silk texture of her hair. She had managed to reach down towards the floor and grab her hoodie and tried to reach further for her jeans but he stopped her, pulling her hand back. She was forced to look him in the eye. "Caroline," he repeated softly, enticing a small smile from her angelic face. "Why?"

"Because, it doesn't fit her," Caroline replied, "and it's way too low for her. I could pull that off if I wanted to but personally, I'd go for the mermaid train than a ball grown, heck, even an A-line, to accentuate my waist, and then I'd have a halter top with sequence. I saw it once in Belle Lucci's a few months ago and I fell in love with it."

He could already see it now, his sweet, angelic Caroline walking down the aisle, radiant as the sun, shining down on her like grace. Her hair would fall over her shoulders like gold, wispy and smooth, flawless just like her bright, blissful smile. Her eyes would sparkle and gleam under her veil. He would lift it and she would take his breath away. Her make-up would be subtle and natural and rosy, pink and blushing like a bride of her decadence should be. Her hand would be occupied by a lovely bouquet of deep, red roses. She would put ivory to shame in her satin white gown, gliding over the aisle carpet with the grace of a goddess while the flesh of her porcelain skin would gleam a healthy sun-kissed glow.

"You'd make the most beautiful bride in the world," he honestly admitted, smiling down at her. She blushed under his admiring gaze.

"You are just saying that because you have an obligation," she teased and lowered her eye lids to avoid his stare.

He forced her to stare back at him. "No, I'm not. I'm saying this because I mean it. Caroline, you are beautiful, absolutely stunning, do you not realize any man would kill to be in my shoes right now, to be with you. You would give Helen of Troy a run for her money," he pressed into her passionately, hoping she'd realize the truth, "you are the brightness most of us left behind. How you kept it, I don't know, but I beg you to keep shining so long you live."

Caroline blinked back the tears in her eyes and kissed Klaus with all the strength she could muster and the ended up rolling onto the floor, tearing the blanket off and leaving them bare.

"Perhaps, somewhere more…" Klaus began.

"Designated," she finished before zooming upstairs. He faithfully followed at the speed of light, slamming the bedroom door behind him.

The next morning (which happened to be only three hours later) Caroline enjoyed her fresh morning shower –without Klaus –and situated into her usual house attire, throwing on the jeans from yesterday and a different tee and cardigan, slipping out of the room quietly while Klaus rested.

She had only begun mixing the pancake batter in the dim lit kitchen when a fully dressed Klaus entered the room, smiling down at the love of his life.

"Soul mate," he announced, confusing her as she mixed the batter. He pushed himself off the pillar upholding the structure and towards the small blond, wrapping his arms around her waist and planting kisses down her neck. "If you aren't my wife, you are my soul mate. The term girlfriend does not do you justice. Have I mentioned how much I love you?"

"Like," she knitted her eyebrows as she recounted the times, "at lot," she chuckled before turning around and bringing his lips to her. "Good morning, love," she mimicked his accent, almost on key.

"Good morning, love," he said perfectly, enticing her with his exotic accent.