D is for Dates

Hey guys, this is the first entry in my latest drabble series following 'Words are Weapons.' It takes place in that universe, so if you haven't read it (and why not?) it may be more confusing, but I'm sure you can figure it out. You're obviously brilliant if you're reading this. Hey-o!

The idea is that each drabble will have a theme, starting with a letter of the alphabet. The drabbles won't be in alphabetical and/or chronological order though. Some letters may be used more than once also. (Don't judge me!)

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters.

Klaus was breathing heavy as he pumped his hips into Caroline under him. Her hair was spread out on the white pillow. Her hands were in his hair, fingers gripping the dark blonde strands. Her legs were high up on his hips. She was tight around him and he never got enough, filling her and retreating over and over. They'd been having sex for a while and she'd already come twice.

"Caroline, will you…"

"Kiss you? Yes, yes I will," she finished with a smirk, pulling his head down. He was more than happy to kiss her as his body kept moving, sinking his cock into her. His mouth moved over hers, teasing her tongue with his own, nipping at her full lower lip with his teeth.

"Will you…" he panted.

"Love you? Yes, yes I will," she teased him, feeling his necklace moving against her chest, her breasts pressed between them. He felt so good inside her and she felt herself on the edge of coming.

He smiled and she couldn't resist his smile so she kissed him quickly on the mouth. His hips never stopped moving. One of his arms was on the bed near her head and the other slid back, pulling her thigh even higher up. Her eyes fluttered. His pelvic bone was hitting her clit with every thrust, thudding against her hard, and he was so deep and thick, filling her fully.

"Will you…"

There wasn't room, but she made it, sliding her hand between their two toned torsos. He obliged frantically by pushing up on his arms to make space, watching as her breasts bounced beneath him. She was stunning.

"Come?" she squeaked. Then she stroked her clit, one, two, three times, and came hard. "Yes!" Her vision blurred. She could dimly feel Klaus' lips on her neck, fucking her through her orgasm, as she yelled his name. The tension was all gone within a second of the earth-shattering pleasure. He moaned because she never squeezed him tighter than when she came.

When she could think again, which felt like forever later as he continued to fuck her, she turned her head to kiss him. She squeezed her pussy around him. He moaned, sweat beading on his forehead from all his effort.

"Caroline," he tried to get out, "will you…"

"Do that again? Sure," she teased and she squeezed him as his eyes fluttered. He was on the verge of coming himself and she wanted him to feel as great as she did…and she felt amazing! He groaned as he smiled. She was killing him and he loved it. "Will you come, Klaus?"

He realized that if he wanted to have a conversation just then, he'd have to speak quickly and barrel through because she was in a playful mood that he totally loved and encouraged or he'd have to wait.

Klaus went for it.

"Will you go on a date with me?" he spit out as his hips picked up speed, unable to hold on much longer.

"Aww, babe," she cooed and then her dimples flashed. She squeezed him tight and wrapped her arms around his back, sliding her hands down to his ass. Her lips honed in his jaw, laving his neck, sucking hard, and he was lost. He let go with a grunt, seeing white as he emptied himself inside her, giving her his everything.

Caroline felt him come inside her as she kept him on top of her. He collapsed, spent. He tried to roll, but she refused, shushing him until he gave in. His head laid between her breasts.

When he calmed as she played with his hair, she quietly told him, "Yes, I'll go on a date with you."

He laughed. He couldn't help it. She could feel his smile against her skin and it made her smile too. She loved making him laugh.

Waking up and spending a morning in bed with Klaus was amazing. The sheets were down near their feet, unneeded. One of the window shades hadn't been pulled down all the way and the light coming in lit up the room.

"Maybe you can ask me next time when you aren't inside me," she told him, stroking the shell of his ear, and then she whispered, "fucking me."

She could feel him shiver. He loved when she talked dirty to him. She loved when he talked dirty to her too, although it didn't happen every time. She loved every variation of their sex life. They made love. They had sex. They fucked. A type of encounter for every mood, she thought with a smile. The constant was Klaus. The constant was always Klaus.

He pushed back enough to roll and she gravitated to his side as always. "If I knew you'd tease me first, I wouldn't have," he told her, smoothing her hair back from her face with his large hand.

"I told you before, Klaus, I love teasing you," she reminded him, kissing his shoulder. His skin was warm. "You know I can't concentrate when your huge cock fills my pussy."

He groaned again and covered his eyes with his arm. "Those are the kind of words you should use when we're having sex."

"…and when we're?" she started for him.

He looked down at her from under his arm. He enunciated carefully and she watched his lips move, "Fucking."

It was her turn to moan. She loved when he said it. He was super smug at her reaction. It made him feel great, that he affected her as much as she affected him. He'd never been as in tune with someone as he was with Caroline. It had always been that way. He knew her in a way no one else did and vice versa.

"Klaus, I know you don't love cock talk, even though I think that's crazy, but you know sometimes things happen here," she said, gesturing to his softening cock near her leg, "when you see me or mostly my boobs?" He rolled his eyes and she smiled. "When you say 'fuck,' or talk about fucking me," she whispered, "things happen down here," she told him, gesturing towards her groin. He laughed and she did too, kissing his shoulder again. As much as she loved teasing him, she just loved him even more.

She began to trace his initials on his skin, adding hearts and her initials too. It made him smile. She was a ball of fluff under that smart and sexy ninja exterior and he loved all sides of her.

"I'll remember that, sweetheart. So you'll go on a date with me, your boyfriend, Klaus Mikaelson?" he asked her, playing with her fingers on his chest.

He was such a dork. "Right, that boyfriend, yup, sure I can clear my schedule," she agreed, watching his fingers play with hers. "Wait, what's your name again?"

"I'm fragile, sweetheart. I'm still blind after I came. Please pity me."

Caroline cracked up and he smiled as he looked down at her. "Yes, Niklaus Mikaelson, my one and only. Always yes. When are we going out?"

"Tonight. We should to leave here at 7."

"Will you tell me what we're doing?"

He smirked and moved his hand to stroke her thigh. He loved how she practically was on top of him, keeping him right where he was. "Drinks and dinner."

"It's sounds like fun. Thanks, babe."

After they lingered, talking about what they'd been up to since Caroline had just flown in to New Orleans, they each took a shower and got ready for their night out. It was Caroline's first return to New Orleans since Klaus told her he loved her and she was still high from that. Songs were sung very loudly in his shower in celebration. He stayed close by, a remnant of their week together.

April in New Orleans was a beautiful time of year. Spring was in full effect. The colorful and lush plantings always were a welcome sight. Klaus had finished the container garden in the courtyard with ferns and palms. It was beautiful little oasis in the midst of the crazy house. Hope liked it and Elijah did too, often sitting nearby to read.

Caroline wore a green dress with some embroidery on one side. It showed a lot of leg. Her hair was in loose waves that she quickly blowdried, not spending a lot of time on it. She paired her dress with her navy blazer since the nights got cool plus some nude pumps. She liked how tall they made her. She could look over at Klaus and practically be eye-to-eye with him. Klaus wore black slacks and a white button down shirt. The shirt was open at the throat with the necklaces peeking through and the sleeves were rolled up his forearms. He was dressed up for the occasion. He looked great and much fancier than usual, she told him as she fixed his hair for him. It really felt like a date, something adult and special.

"You two look nice," Rebekah said as they waltzed down the stairs. She was lounging on the living room couch as they walked past, looking through a magazine.

"Thanks, Bex. Have a good night," Caroline said as Klaus smiled at his sister. Hand and in hand, Klaus and Caroline got in the car and drove to the French Quarter. Once they found parking, they did a little sightseeing, wandering through the streets before dinner. Klaus noticed that Caroline eyed a simple fleur de lis necklace in a store window. He whooshed in and bought it for her before she could say anything.

"A gift for you, sweetheart," he said as he came out of the store with it in his hand. Caroline smiled and picked up her hair so Klaus could do the clasp.

Her slim fingers touched where the charm fell on her chest and she brought her hand to his cheek. "Thank you. I love it." It would be a lovely reminder of New Orleans and Klaus.

Klaus took her to a bar known for making unusual drinks before dinner. It was quite hipster. Caroline was excited to get inside. She thought Enzo would love it and they would have to bring him. They each tried a cocktail. Caroline tried absinthe. It certainly was something else, but she could say she tried it and wouldn't need to again. Klaus had a bourbon and tea concoction he enjoyed. She drank half of his, liking it too. It was intimate, sharing the one glass over the small wooden table, only having eyes for each other. Klaus spun the glass to drink from the same spot she did.

When it was time, Klaus walked Caroline to one of the city's nicest restaurants in the CBD, a few blocks from the French Quarter. Caroline was all eyes. She heard about the famous chef who owned it and smiled at Klaus when she saw the name on the side of the large limestone building, impressed by her classy date. The ground floor was the restaurant and the upper floors held offices.

The restaurant served classic Creole/New Orleans cuisine. They were seated quickly and Caroline was impressed by the attentive service and sophisticated atmosphere. The men were in business suits. The ladies either wore cocktail dresses or trendy work wear. They were all beautiful. It was loud as people unwound from their long days.

"Klaus, this place is so nice," she said, resting her napkin in her lap as she looked around. The main colors were muted oranges and reds with dark wood. There was a main lower floor where they were and a few tables and a bar on a raised area off to her left. "I'm just glad you didn't compel everyone so we were alone here." That would have been too much. Then she got quiet and began to play with her fingers as her eyes got wide. "Oh my gosh, babe, is that him?"

Klaus looked around, spotting the celebrity chef greeting guests. Klaus smiled at Caroline. "Do you want to meet him?"

"Duh," she said with a smile. She'd seen celebrities since she'd been in Los Angeles, although both Ryan Gosling and Sandra Bullock eluded her. This celebrity would actually feed her though. That put him ahead of the sidekick from a supernatural CW show she saw at LAX on her way out to New Orleans.

Klaus caught the chef's eye. He shook their hands as Klaus introduced himself. "I'm Klaus Mikaelson and this is my beautiful girlfriend, Caroline Forbes."

"Hello, Klaus. Hello, Caroline," the chef greeted them. "Is this your first visit?"

"It is," Caroline said with a big smile. "My boyfriend is pulling out all the stops and I'd say he's doing a pretty good job so far bringing me here." Klaus got that smirk she loved on his face. "I'm very excited to try your food."

The chef leaned in towards her over the table. "I'll send something special out for you," he said, pleased by her enthusiasm. He straightened. "Enjoy your dinner."

When he left, Caroline gave Klaus a big smile, dimples popping out. "Did you hear that? Something special for us. Bonnie is going to die when she hears about this."

"For you, you mean," he said with a smirk, leaning back in his chair, playing with his bourbon glass.

"Semantics. I heard the plural 'you.'" She grinned at him. "What's mine is yours, handsome. I'll share because I love you."

That made him smile. "I thought you were going to tell him one of your lies, Caroline," he teased.

"Me? What are you talking about?" She quirked her her head to the side, not sure if she should be offended.

"The lies that I wrote a Spice Girls song," he started as he began to tick the examples off his fingers as she laughed. "That I take steroids. That I'm a germaphobe. Should I keep going?"

"Ahh," she said on a sigh, amused. "Good memories, Klaus. If I want to make friends with him, I probably shouldn't tell him stories."

He winked and she grinned.

Then he picked up his menu. He had his hand up to his mouth as he perused it. "I considered it of course, having the restaurant to ourselves. However," he said, catching her eye, "I want people to see us together."

She smirked and picked up her menu with a smile. She liked it too.

After their appetizer, their waiter came out the promised "treat" from the chef. It was two small items. It was a small portion of Oysters Rockefeller as well as crawfish bisque. Of course, Klaus told her he didn't need any aphrodisiacs, meaning the oysters. She rolled her eyes which made him grin. Both items were exceptional and worth making friends with the chef for. Their entrees came next, which continued to be incredible. The hype surrounding the chef and restaurant was well earned. Before they knew it, the waiter returned with the dessert menu.

"Klaus, I'm sure you want to pick everything, which would be romantic, but that food was so good and I'm almost full. I don't want to waste food. Maybe just one or two? We can share again."

He played with her fingers on the table. "Whatever you want, sweetheart." He ordered one dessert for them to share that they decided on. The dessert was miniature beignets soaked in espresso, topped by a scoop of vanilla ice cream. Their spoons clashed in the middle. It was the perfect finish for an amazing meal.

"What are your plans for tomorrow?"

"Bonnie and I are going to a yoga class in the morning. She just started and she wants me to go with her. I have to read for two classes too, but I figured that's what I would do on the plane home or when you're occupied. The rest of the time, I hope we can do some fun things. I want to see what painting you're working on." Hope was with Hayley, so she wouldn't be seeing her during her few days in town. It was a short trip and she was bummed that seeing Hope would have to wait until next time.

"I'd like to show you." Then he looked down, shy. "I sold a painting last week."

"Klaus!" she yelped, her eyes huge. "What? Why did you wait to tell me? That's amazing. You must be so proud. I'm so proud. Congratulations." She lifted her glass and clinked it with his.

His smile was modest and she took his hand. "It was a nice surprise. A painting of a street scene I had at a gallery went. Would you like to paint with me tomorrow?"

"I would really, really like that."

He smiled. He wanted to show her more of his art and what it was like when he painted, his process. It was his passion and kept him occupied when she and Hope weren't around.

When they were finished, setting their napkins on the table, they were both full and comfortable.

"That was one of my top five meals, ever," she told him and he had to agree it was great, but in a thousand years he'd had a lot of amazing food. He wasn't sure if the food was in the top five, but the date certainly was.

Outside, Klaus took her hand and they walked in the cool spring night. Their dinner was long, but the city was still buzzing. It wasn't New York City, but New Orleans didn't sleep either.

Klaus bought a single red rose from a vendor selling them on the street. He presented it very formally and Caroline accepted it with a smile.

Unconsciously, they walked towards the water and ended up sitting on a bench near where they summoned Dahlia to set up the final meeting with her. It was cool, but pleasant. Klaus was always warm and she snuggled up close to him. The sky was full of stars.

Caroline laid her head on Klaus's shoulder. His hand held hers on his thigh. "The last time we were here, it was very different." She played with his fingers. "We actually went on a date tonight, Klaus," she teased him.

"Wasn't that day also a date? When we painted and went out to dinner?" That day gave him more hope about his possible future with Caroline than any other. She told him they had "potential." What a wonderful word.

"I was trying to friend-zone you."

"It doesn't work on me, sweetheart. I'm friend zone-proof. It must be the whole Alpha Male thing."

She grinned and played with the friendship bracelet he still wore. Klaus was her friend.

"How are you, sweetheart? How are you feeling? Ok?"

"Yeah," she said with a sigh, appreciating him checking in and listening. "I'm always running around, but you're my rock and I feel good. I feel balanced. What about you?"

"My life has never been more settled than it has been since Dahlia died. I was worried that it meant boring, not having an adventurous quest or goal, but my goal is to raise Hope. While my days with Hope are relatively 'human,' they're still fulfilling. It's not a boring life. It can't be with Kol around," he said with a smirk. "You have great ambition, Caroline, and I do too, but I do need something more to keep me occupied. I'm thinking about spending more time on my investments, maybe real estate. It's competitive and should keep me as busy as I want to be."

"I love it," she said, proud that he was taking the steps he needed for himself.

"I'm planning some trips we should take together too. The world is big and I'd love to see it with you." He stroked her hair. "That contentment that humans are always searching for? I believe I have some. I don't know. I'm getting soft," he scoffed. He still wasn't an angel, but he certainly wasn't the devil. "Knowing you'll be here for the summer soothes me. I love knowing someone out there loves me even though you aren't always as close as you are right now."

She felt the same way and she snuggled even closer.

They sat for a while, talking, and then walked back to the car. Back at his home, they entered his bedroom quietly. She quickly slipped off her shoes, sinking into the plush carpet.

"Thank you for coming out with me tonight, Caroline," he said as he helped take off her coat.

"I had a wonderful evening, Klaus," she said formally as she looped her arms around his neck, just wanting to hold him close. She leaned up on her toes after a long while and he leaned down, smiling at her and kissing her. It was an amazing date. "I love you."

"I love you."

.

.

.

Two weeks later, Klaus was at LAX. Caroline had class when his plane arrived, so rather than wait for her, he took a cab to her off-campus apartment. The traffic made him want to scream, but he bit back the curses, picturing her warm smile. He slipped his sunglasses on.

The high rise building Caroline lived in was nothing like the loft she loved in New Orleans. It was modern and square, with little character, but reasonably priced and she could walk to campus. She didn't even House Hunt it. It was practical and short-term. Getting into UCLA was last minute enough with her transferring that she found what she could.

Klaus knocked, unsure if Caroline was back from class yet. She gave him a key, but the door flew open as he slipped his sunglasses in his leather luggage.

"Klaus!" she squeaked and hugged him, kissing those pink lips she missed so much. His arms wrapped her up and didn't let go as he walked with her in his arms backwards into her place. "How are you? How was your flight? I'm so happy you're here."

He grinned, feeling great and forgetting about the painfully long taxi ride.

"I have to send in this assignment, so sit down and I'll be just a minute." She gave him another quick kiss and then set him down on her couch as she whooshed back to her desk to look over her 18th century English literature assignment one more time before she hit the Send button.

Klaus watched her, bemused. She didn't give him a chance to speak, but that was Caroline. Her hair was in a sloppy ponytail, strands all over the place. She wore shorts, a colorful tank top, and flip flops. She looked like a college student in California.

With satisfaction, Caroline sent off her assignment and then she leapt over to Klaus, jumping on him, straddling his lap. "Hi."

"Hello, sweetheart." He pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. Her blue eyes caught him and wouldn't let go. That look was worth a million cab rides. "How are you?"

"Very happy that you're here. Tell me how you are, please," she asked him, playing with his curls and the stubble along his jaw, needing to touch him.

"I'm well, Caroline." His hands fell to her hips, pulling her even closer. "I missed you, but I had a good week." It made her smile. "Everyone at home is jealous I'm here."

"In about 6 weeks, I'll be in New Orleans for the summer. That's the date in my calendar and Klaus, I never miss the dates in my calendar." Her fingers traced along his dimples. "Like today. I'm so happy you're here." Leaning in, she kissed him and spoke between kisses. "Klaus. Babe. Will. You. Go. On. A. Date. With. Me?"

Klaus' eyes lit up and he got that adorable smug smile. His reaction was so Klaus that she laughed. "Yes, sweetheart." His lips captured hers in a proper kiss, along with some attention paid to her neck and her head flopped back to give him plenty of room.

When she could think again, "I already have something planned, so get that hot body into some swim shorts and a T-shirt. We're going on a California-style date tonight."

Caroline disappeared into her bedroom and changed into a bikini, putting on a maxi dress on top, as Klaus found the appropriate clothes in his bag. She had already packed a tote bag with sunscreen, water, snacks, and a few others items, ready for his arrival, plus a change of clothes.

Klaus came out of her bedroom with his changed clothes on and she rifled through his bag, pulling out a change of clothes for him and putting them into her oversize tote bag. Once again she was picking out his clothes for him. He smiled at the memory.

"What are we doing? Going to the beach?"

"Yup," she said taking his hand in hers after giving him some towels to hold. They went to her car. He drove as she gave him directions, finding a parking spot.

"Klaus, what do you think of paddle boarding? I haven't tried yet, but I think we can do it. Want to try?"

He smirked, willing to try because she asked. "I know we can do it. I'm the Original Hybrid and you're a vampire ninja."

She bumped his hip with hers as she came around the car, pulling free the towels. They moved to the sand. There weren't many people around at the particular beach, which was Caroline's favorite just for that reason. The water was relatively calm, but would be cold.

At her request with a wink, Klaus peeled his shirt off and she fanned herself which made him grin. She slicked up her hands with sunscreen and then she covered him in it. The sun wouldn't do much to him, but in the short term he could get red. It was a habit she hadn't broken and her hands were all over him. He couldn't complain. It wasn't as good as one of her massages though. Then it was his turn and she looked incredible in her pale blue bikini with interesting cutouts near her hips. He ran his hands all over her skin. "We should have done in this in private," he whispered. "Next time," she whispered back.

Taking the towels towards the water, they walked to the paddle boarding vendor. They signed up and paid, Caroline's treat for Klaus, and were given the basics. A wet suit was optional, but they were vampires after all and they decided not to get them.

Klaus was freakishly good at it, getting up easily with good balance. Caroline was a little more unsteady on her feet, but she took a few deep breaths. She could do it. She was a former cheerleader after all. Klaus paddled close by and gave her a few instructions, advising her to bend her legs more, and she was up soon after. She blew him a kiss when she got up and then they were off. It was an amazing rush. There was so much they could see, including the mansions looking down on the water from the cliffs above.

It was a hard workout too.

Klaus looked like he could paddle for days and she couldn't resist checking out how his abs moved while he paddled. Yum. "Way to stroke it, Klaus," she called to him and she just knew he was rolling his eyes at her behind his sunglasses and it made her laugh. She thought of a thousand more "stroking" comments, but bit her tongue, saving them for later.

Klaus stayed closed by her side and they talked about the things they saw. They were out on the water for almost two hours, which was a lot, especially for beginners. "How are you doing, sweetheart? I could use some water."

"I'm going to be sore tomorrow. I'm dying for a break, but I really like this. I feel like a native," she said as they steered back towards the shore, jumping into the cold water when it wasn't too deep. It was a welcome relief from their exertion. They returned the boards and oars, sitting out on their towels to warm up and dry off as they each had some water and the snacks she packed, completely prepared.

As they laid down after reapplying the sunscreen, they talked about all the things that had been going on, holding hands between them on the sand. They talked on the phone all the time, but it was nice to see the other person actually in person. She told him about her paper. He told her more about his burgeoning interest in real estate. They decided to visit the Getty Museum the following day.

They used the outdoor showers and then changed into their second casual outfit.

"What's next on the agenda, Caroline?"

"Step 2. The Santa Monica Pier. People at school keep telling me I have to go. I'm not sure if you'll like it, but they have food and rides. It's very traditional. It sounds like something Hope would like."

"I'll let you know if the humans get to me," he said, looking forward to getting a refreshing snack from the vein while he was there if nothing else.

The pier was packed. There were neon lights and Klaus was amendable to the things she wanted to do, even though he never would ordinarily do them. He won her a small stuffed frog that she thought was great. He wanted to keep going for the grand prize, but she told him she actually didn't want a huge stuffed animal. They snacked and rode the ferris wheel where Klaus made out with her, so they went on it again. They rode the rollercoaster where she hid in Klaus' shoulder, occasionally peeking and screaming. On the spinning rides, she was great, putting her hands up in the air, trying to go faster. Klaus started to look a little green from them, not a fan.

"Thanks for being a good sport, Klaus," she said as they walked back to the car after he had a bloody snack. "It means a lot to me. I know that's not your idea of fun."

"I preferred the paddle boarding," he admitted, "but I liked the ride where we kissed." He wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

"One more stop on our California date and this will make it all worth it," she teased, building it up.

He quirked a brow at her. She drove them back towards her apartment and stopped in a somewhat sketchy neighborhood. It was fully dark, but people were still out, especially since the weather was fantastic.

With a smile, Caroline led him to one of her surprise finds in Los Angeles. "Klaus, we ate really well at that restaurant, but this place? You're going to die," she promised and led him to a food truck that had a line of twenty people waiting. They served the best Mexican food she ever had in her life and she was a frequent visitor. With their workout on the paddle boards? They deserved it.

"It smells good," he admitted, never having eaten from a food truck before. He wouldn't say he was a snob, but he could be kind of a snob. She loved food trucks once she'd given them a chance. They were cheap and delicious. Perfect for a college student on the go.

When they reached the counter, Caroline ordered all of their specials, occasionally more than one for certain items, getting a huge bag of food. With a big grin, she grabbed Klaus' hand. She wanted to eat it right there, but they were so close to her place that she drove them home and they raced up the stairs with all their things.

"The finale," she said, pulling out a bottle of tequila and a six-pack of Corona with limes, either option working perfectly with the food. They sat on the floor as she brought out each item, inhaling deeply to get all the smells, mouth watering. They started with the beers as they dug into the food.

Klaus groaned when the first bite hit his tastebuds and his eyes fluttered.

The soft taco he picked first wasn't fancy. He figured it was a good option since Caroline got so many of them. It had steak, pickled onion, red cabbage, and a slice of avocado that he could see and maybe more, but it was unbelievable. Spicy, salty, sweet, and sour. It was the perfect bite.

"I know," she agreed with a laugh at him. His reactions to things were getting bigger, the more he opened up to her. He wouldn't have done that a year or two ago, but he could tell her and show her what he really thought without being concerned about his image or reputation or being vulnerable. It was awesome. He was a hedonist and she loved it. "I found it a few weeks ago and I haven't been the same."

"Caroline, this is incredible," he moaned, using his finger to wipe off an errant crumb from her mouth before sucking it into his mouth, which made her squirm. "Thank you, sweetheart, for the wonderful date. Do I sound like a Californian?"

"Um, no, not with that accent, but I love you just as you are," she said, leaning in to kiss him. "Thanks, Klaus, for being the best date ever."

"You're welcome," he chirped. She laughed and he kissed her smiling mouth, before going back to the food. "I love you, too."