Carcinogen Crush (Tyler/Caroline) (1/?)
Set after 1x07 - Haunted.
Caroline groaned as she started to wake. The first thing her mind processed was her head throbbing like it was just repeatedly banged on the nearest wall until everything inside was a jumbled chaotic mess. She wondered for a moment If she was dying before remembering that she had a drink too plenty of the 'Lockwood specialty cider'.
She groaned as her pale hand reached up to try to massage out the 'hangover till thanksgiving'.
Oh God, this hurt. She should've probably listened to Bonnie and not taken the drink. She would probably get a call from the girl later, telling her "I told you so" in her wise-and-all-knowing voice.
Her free hand moved to take her phone off the top of the drawer when her hand found nothing on the dark wood. She looked up in surprise and realized that she wasn't in her room. She blinked in confusion for a moment, staring at the white ceiling and walls of the room before recognizing it from the AC/DC posters and the four feet tall Transformers action figure almost hidden behind a large pile of dirty clothes.
This was Tyler's room. She remembered it from the play dates she had with him when they were little, she spent hours in this room playing and arguing with Tyler as her mom had 'grown-up talks' with Mr. and Mrs. Lockwood.
And to her mortification, she realized that she was sitting naked in his bed, covered by that red cloak he was wearing last night.
Oh my God.
She slept with Tyler Lockwood.
Blurry images of Tyler driving them to his house (he was not as drunk as her but drunk enough not to care what they were about to do), stumbling up the stairs, giggling the entire way as Tyler finally got them inside his room, clothes getting torn off and humping like rabbits until they both passed out.
Oh my God.
Feeling like she was about to go hysterical at any moment, she threw the cloak off her and got to her feet. Searching the floor for her clothes that were haphazardly thrown everywhere since she found her bra hanging on his desk lamp and her witch hat was on the head of his Transformers action figure.
She had gotten her bra on (to add to her mortification, her underwear was torn apart beyond repair) and was on the process of getting that damn purple witch costume on when a deep chuckle rung out and she squealed in surprise, dropping the dress on the floor as she turned to the doorway, eyes wide like a deer in headlights.
It was Tyler, already showered and dress and looking like he wasn't experiencing a killer hangover. "Caroline Forbes doing the walk of shame? Never thought I'd see the day," He shook his head at her almost disappointedly and she huffed in annoyance.
"I'm not doing the walk of shame." She countered, picking her dress off the floor again. "I'm just going to get dressed and walk out of here. With dignity." And lots of it, she was Caroline Forbes, she didn't do shame.
He only smirked in that arrogant Tyler way he did and watched her appraisingly as she tried to close the back of the dress. She tried to ignore him as she tried in vain to close the zipper but it was proving too hard and her arm was starting to tire and hurt from trying to bend back so much. Damn zipper.
She almost jumped out of her skin as she felt Tyler's warm hand pushing hers away and he zipped the dress just a little too slowly, the skin of his fingers brushing the smooth skin of her back and making goosebumps appear. She tried to calm herself and to stop letting her hormones affect her thinking especially when she was sober and wasn't on the influence of any alcohol.
Getting herself under control, she slowly turned to Tyler, her breath catching at the hungry, predatory look in his dark eyes. His gaze was locked on hers, boring into her own as she felt her face go red. He was making her self-conscious and she knew she must have looked like shit with her bed-mussed hair and her make-up gone. But he didn't seem to care because he was staring at her like he wanted her and was going to throw her back on the bed and make a repeat performance of last night.
"I-I should go." She practically squeaked out as she turned to leave her but his hand caught hers before she could get very far.
She turned back to him baffled and he smiled. "Stay for breakfast? My parents already left."
"I shouldn't-"She tried to protest but he cut her off by pulling her to him until she was up against him, his warmth invading every nerve in her body until she couldn't think.
"Please?" He murmured as he started kissing her neck, his lips travelling down to her collarbone.
"Tyler…" She ended up groaning, trying to find it in her to stop this before it went any further. She couldn't sleep with Tyler Lockwood…again. It would only lead to trouble.
But his hands were already pulling off her dress and how could she really protest when he melded her mouth with his, effectively cutting off all speech and oh my god, did he know how to kiss.
"Come on, Caroline." His arm was wrapped around her waist, trapping her against him, his other hand working on the clasp of her bra and the look of pure need in his eyes made her mouth go try.
She thought she uttered out an "okay" before he pulled them down on the bed.
A little while later, they made it down to breakfast.