"I love you. You enormously stubborn pain in the ass" and "Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn." + Klaroline

"Absolutely not," said Klaus, looking haggard and exhausted.

"It's the only way." Caroline tried to catch his eye, to help him see the desperation in hers. "There are no other options."

Klaus drew in a pained, tremulous breath. "We are not watching Gone With the Wind for the fifth time–"

"But it's a great movie!"

"–this week, Caroline. The fifth time this week. Please, love, just pick something else."

"It's a classic," whined Caroline, shuffling closer to him on the sofa and pressing the DVD case into his chest.

"Love, you could watch it in your head if you wanted to. You know every inch of the blasted movie. Every line, every set piece–all of it."

"But I want to watch it for real." She pouted at him, dropping the DVD case to the side so she could shuffle onto his lap. "I'll make it worth your while," she promised, waggling her eyebrows.

"As enticing as watching one's wife wiggle her eyebrows truly is, that doesn't work on me."

"It's not about the eyebrows, Klaus. It's about the subtext."

Klaus huffed out a laugh, dropping his head against her shoulder so his breath tickled her collarbone. "It's 2017. Why am I being held hostage by this goddamn movie?"

"The movie's not holding you hostage," argued Caroline, twining her fingers through his hair. "I am."

He laughed again, deeply and fully. "I love you," he said, pulling back to look her in the eye. "You enormously stubborn pain in the arse."

She engulfed his mouth with a smiling kiss. "Thank you!" she chirped, leaping up and grabbing the remote to switch on the TV. Sure enough, Gone With the Wind was ready to go.

Klaus rolled his eyes. "I didn't agree to it."

"Yes, you did."

He picked his phone up from the arm of the sofa and began searching through his apps for something to keep him occupied. Caroline glared at him as the title began to roll.

"You'd better not be on that the whole time," she said.

Klaus raised an eyebrow at her. "Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn."

She laughed, dropping her back against the sofa to settle in and watch the movie. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Klaus drop his phone onto the coffee table and retrieve a blanket from the floor. He pulled her into his side, draping the blanket over them.

The phone stayed on the coffee table all night.

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