AN: So basically as I said on my tumblr I have finally decided to e brave, take the leap and start a Klaroline fic to hopefully fill the void of Klaroline feels now they're going to be apart.

This story is set six months after TVD S4 finale, I'm going to stay in line with the show so far as much as it fits with my story.

This is my first Klaroline fic so please R&R. Feedback is love.

The warm orange glow of the flickering fireplace highlighted her porcelain skin perfectly, glistening with sweat and burning with desire. Caroline moaned softly as gentle yet fiery kisses trailed across her shoulders and neck, delicate fingers idly stroked down her flat stomach.

Caroline lay on the floor with her back to him; legs intertwined as he held her possessively to his chest, her golden curls fell loosely against his face.

He breathed in the scent of her as his fingers slowly danced lower down her stomach; Caroline pressed her body back against him at his movements. She was so exposed, lying naked beside him on a rug which was most likely centuries old, surrounded by his beautiful artwork.

His lips continued to kiss and nip as her neck, she moaned again, actually able to feel the smile on his lips against her skin. His hands travelled lower, brushing over the soft curve of her hips, then lower still, sweeping gently over her core, only just touching her.

Caroline groaned lowly at even the lightest of his touch. His fingers brushed against her again, slowly, torturously so. Caroline moaned and writhed beside him, she was so desperate, she needed more, she needed him. Pressing her naked body back against his she gripped at his hand.

"Please…" she whispered her voice dripping with want and lust. "…I want you."

Caroline felt the shift in him at her desperate plea. A deep growl roared within him as his fingers dug into her waist hard and almost painful before he rolled her over flat on her back, trapping her body beneath his.

He looked down at her for a brief moment, staring at her as though she was the most exquisite thing he had seen in a thousand years, as though she was all there was in the world…and to him she was.

Caroline's own eyes flickered across the man hovering above her. Slowly she reached one hand up and traced across his perfect cheekbones and jaw, revelling in the scratch of his light stubble beneath her fingers. Her thumb brushed against his bottom lip and then lower down his Adams apple, lightly knocking against the black beads that forever hung from his neck.

He was so beautiful, too beautiful, the devil with an angel's face.

As Caroline looked up into his piercing blue eyes she knew she would never love another thing in this world as much as she loved him. She tugged at his neck roughly and pulled him down until his mouth crashed against hers.

Her soft yet desperate hands raked up his sides as his tongue forced its way into her mouth, claiming her own, grinding himself against her body, pressing her into the hard wooden floor beneath them.

Caroline mewled as he broke their kiss, moving his lips down her neck and collarbone, one handing capturing her breast, kneading her perfect flesh causing her nipple to harden against his palm. His lips trailed back across her face until they met her own once more.

God she loved kissing him, she had never felt such power and passion from simply being kissed before. She bit at his lower lip the way she knew he liked, he grinned wickedly moaning against her mouth.

His body still writhed against hers, close and touching her but Caroline needed more, she needed to feel him inside her. She raised her hips to meet his.

"Now…" she whispered breathlessly.

His smirk grew wider and in blur one hand grabbed both her hands, pinning them above her head whilst the other snaked between their bodies. Slowly he guided himself towards her entrance; Caroline moaned as she felt him brush against her but moved no further.

"Please…" she begged.

"Say it." He said in an animalistic growl as he continued to tease her.

Caroline struggled beneath him, desperate to free her hands, desperate to touch him.

"Caroline…" he murmured.

God his voice was like liquid gold; her name on his lips only further stoked her desire.

"Say it." He demanded again, his voice dark and forceful yet not threatening.

Caroline knew what he wanted to hear, what he always wanted her to say.

"I'm yours…" she murmured wrapping her leg around his waist trying to draw him towards her.

"Mine." He near snarled before he kissed her hard and rough finally pushing himself forward. "Forever."

"Klaus!" Caroline cried desperately as she felt him move inside her, filling her perfectly and utterly.

Suddenly there was a loud bang and Caroline snapped her eyes open. It was a dream…just a dream.

Caroline sat up, her skin soaked in sweat, her un-dead heart thundered in her chest, a torturous, painful ache in her stomach.

It was just a dream, a stupid dream it didn't mean anything she tried to convince herself. She rubbed a hand across her forehead as she tried to steady her breathing, knowing that it wasn't true. That was the third time she had dreamt of him in a fortnight and it was getting hard to deal with.

She had dreamt of Klaus before, many times over the past two years, ever since that night at the Mikaelson's ball. She knew she was attracted to him, though she would never admit it aloud. Her dreams were just harmless fantasies, her dark little secret.

Emotionless Elena had been right, she did have dirty thoughts about Klaus, dirtier and more often than she would like but that's all they were; thoughts. She would never act on them, she could never do that, she didn't want him, not in real life. She didn't want to kiss him or touch him or…nope, not one bit.

The sex dreams Caroline could handle, rationalise away as nothing more than the lust filled desires of her subconscious. But lately not only had her dreams been more frequent now they were…different.

More and more she dreamt of him holding her, talking to her, whispers of gentle words and promises of forever. It wasn't just what happened in the dreams that had changed; it was the way they made her feel.

Caroline remembered when she fell asleep in the library last week and dreamt of Klaus. They were in Paris; often many of her dreams included his promise to show her the world. It was late and raining as they walked along the Seine when he whispered those three words to her and she replied instantly, saying the same to him with the addition of one word…always. Caroline woke up with tears in her eyes, half frightened of her dream, half disappointed it wasn't real.

Caroline was brought back to the present by the small snore from the sleeping body in bed beside her. Tyler she thought.

She felt guilt and shame flood through her. Not only had she dreamt about Klaus again but she had done so with her boyfriend sleeping peacefully beside her. Caroline was grateful he was still deep in sleep and hadn't felt her movements or heard her desperate whisper of Klaus's name.

Tyler had heard Caroline dream of Klaus before. She had fallen asleep watching a movie and found herself lost in her blissful dream world of Klaus's bedroom. Tyler had woken up her immediately, angrily demanding why she was dreaming about the man who had ruined his life.

So Caroline lied and said it was a nightmare. A horrible dream of the memory of the night Klaus attacked her in the Gilbert house. Tyler softened instantly and apologised, pulling her close, whispering that he loved her and would never let Klaus touch her again.

Caroline felt a deep sickness in her stomach at the memory, not sure whether it was the shame of the dream or the lie which made her feel worse. The guilt of it was crushing, she couldn't think about it anymore.

Throwing the sheets from the bed Caroline silently padded across the room and grabbed a bottle of water from her mini-fridge, hoping the ice-cold liquid would cool her. But as she closed the door on the small red object Klaus face burned in her mind.

It had arrived on her first day of college, no note or card but of course it was from him. Caroline's suspicions were confirmed when she opened and found it had been modified to include a secret compartment, big enough to store four or five blood bags. Caroline had been touched by the thoughtfulness and practicality; she hadn't even thought about how she would store blood without her roommate knowing. Klaus however as usual had thought of everything.

Caroline had thought of calling to say thank-you but she wasn't sure she could handle the sound of his voice. She decided to write a card instead but when she tried to write it she had no idea what to say. Slowly more time passed and she didn't send anything. Eventually she gave up and hoped he would just know how grateful she was. He usually had a way of knowing what she was thinking.

As Caroline looked at the shiny and clearly expensive gift she wondered if her silent response had offended him. She'd had no further contact with him since it arrived and she hadn't seen him since the night of Graduation, since he confessed his plans to her.

I intend to be your last…as long as it takes.

The memory of his words caused a chill to run through her body. They were so bold, powerful; she had literally been left speechless by them.

She dreamt of that night often, every time in her dreams it ended differently. Sometimes she kissed him, sometimes mores, sometimes she asked him to take her back to New Orleans. Regret filled her mind as she thought about that night.

Tyler shifted in the best again and the regret instantly morphed into mind numbing guilt. How could she possibly think about that night with regret when it was the night Tyler was finally set free?

He had been through so much, torturing himself to break the sire bond, losing his mother, unknowingly causing the slaughter of twelve people who trusted him to save them. He'd been exiled and isolation from his home, from everyone he cared about, everyday looking over his shoulder fearing for his life. So much pain and suffering and it was all because of Klaus.

Klaus had terrorised Tyler because he wanted to, he felt no guilt or remorse. He was a monster and Caroline hated what he had done. But then he had let Tyler go and changed everything. He had done it because of her, for her. He wanted her to be happy.

And she was happy. Tyler was free, they were finally together. Her friends were safe, for the most part. Bonnie was technically dead and Stefan the doppelganger of a crazy powerful psychopath but there was no immediate supernatural disaster consuming their lives.

She had started college, made some new friends and actually had a shot at a semi-normal life if only for a little while. She should be ecstatic, she finally had everything she ever wanted.

But she wasn't, she felt lost, disconnected and she didn't know how to fix it. The harder Caroline tried to pretend everything was perfect the more wrong it all felt. She was distant with her mom and her friends, except for Stefan but the worst was with Tyler.

The distance between them felt like an ocean. When he first came back Caroline had been so overjoyed to see him, to know he was finally safe. But after the initial relief and happiness passed things felt so tense and strained between them.

So much had happened, so much had changed it was hard to just go back to the way things were before.

They were no longer the same scared and confused kids trying to figure out who they were meant to be. Tyler wasn't the cocky jock turned terrified werewolf, trying to deal with a family curse that would haunt him forever. Caroline wasn't the same neurotic self-centre cheerleader turned baby vamp used as a pawn in other people's schemes.

Tyler was now the strong hybrid alpha, a leader who tied to help others. And Caroline…well Caroline wasn't exactly sure who she was but she knew who she didn't want to be anymore. She didn't want to be the girl who got used and manipulated. She was done.

They had both had their futures snatched away from them. They had both grown; they were both stronger, harder. They had both lost people they loved.

The cold truth was they were no longer the same people who fell for the other, who needed and wanted them so desperately. They didn't even know those people anymore.

Caroline felt it and she was sure Tyler did as well though neither of them said it. They had been through so much to get their happy ending they could at least try and make it work.

Caroline heard Tyler moan and stretch his legs out in her single dorm room bed as he began to stir. He rolled over, reaching out for Caroline, sitting up as he discovered she was gone. His eyes met hers across the room.

"Hey…" he said sleepily.

"Hey." She replied dropping her eyes from his.

He knew immediately something wasn't right. "You ok?"

Caroline nodded, "Yeah I'm good…couldn't sleep."

Caroline looked down at the water bottle in her hands, her fingers nervously picking at the label.

Tyler tossed the covers aside and shifted down to the bottom of the bed so he sat on the edge. He was wearing nothing but a pair of black boxers, his Spartan body on full display.

"Care…" he said softly. "Talk to me."

Caroline felt a sharp pain in her chest when he said her name like that, he sounded so lost and confused but he was still trying to fix this, to close the distance between them. He really was a good guy, she didn't deserve him.

Caroline sighed and stood up.

"Honestly Ty I'm fine. I'm just tired and I've still got that big paper to finish before the holidays."

Tyler nodded but knew she was lying. He didn't push her, there was no point, he had tried to talk to her for months, ever since he came back.

It was though Caroline had put up and invisible wall between them, she was keeping a part of herself closed off from him, Tyler was pretty sure he knew why but he couldn't let himself think about it.

So Tyler did what he always did in the moments. He stood up, pulled her close to him and kissed her.

Caroline dropped the half-empty bottle in her hands and wrapped her arms around his neck, moaning as his lips claimed hers.

The kiss was hard and passionate as always between them and Caroline selfishly let herself melt into it. Tyler gripped at her body tightly, pulling her backwards onto his lap as she sat down back on the bed.

Caroline tried desperately to banish the images burning in her mind. Flashes of forbidden thought and secret dreams tormented her, of different hands touching her skin, of another's lips on hers.

She cursed herself for allowing Klaus in now, when she was with Tyler. It was sick. Caroline tried to purge all thoughts of him as Tyler's hands travelled beneath her flimsy night cami when suddenly the door burst open.

"Oh god…sorry!" a voice called loudly from the doorway.

Caroline reacted instantly, jumped back to her feet and turned to see her roommate standing with her hands covering her eyes.

"Sam…hey." Caroline said straightening herself.

Sam separated her fingers so she could see through one eye. "Is it safe to look now?"

"You're good." Caroline said with a smile as she took in her roommate's appearance.

Sam was wearing an unbelievably short black dress paired with killer spiked heeled shoes. Her long auburn curls fell messily around her face, her makeup was slightly smudged her eyes a little heavy but still sparkling with excitement from a clearly eventful night.

"Out all night again I see?" Caroline asked. "Which poor guy's heart have you broken now?"

Sam gave her a pretend look of offence, "And why do you I assume I was with a gentleman caller? I could have been in the library all night studying?"

Caroline laughed, "In that?"

Sam smirked at her. "Fine. Chris Shepherd if you must know."

Caroline shook her head, "Sam! Seriously are you trying to go through that entire fraternity?"

"He was cute." Sam replied with a small shrug moving towards her side of the room. She gave Tyler a curt nod, finally acknowledging his presence. "Tyler."

"Samantha." He replied just as rudely.

Tyler and Sam didn't exactly get on.

When Caroline first met Sam she was relieved to have a roommate who seemed nice and normal and actually wanted to have fun. Andy boy did Sam like to have fun. She partied, hard; she was out more nights than she spent in their room.

Caroline had experienced Sam's hard-core partying antics first-hand at the Freshman Orientation parties. Even with Caroline's increased vampire alcohol tolerance there were a few nights Sam came close to drinking Caroline under the table.

But it wasn't the drinking and partying Tyler had a problem with, it was Sam's constant revolving door of guys. Like most college Freshman Sam had a high school boyfriend who had gone to school on the other side of the country and decided long-distance was not an option for her. Sam had hooked up with more guys this semester than most did in their freshman year.

Caroline had been shocked a first but Sam had told her she was young, free and single and wasn't going to let anything stop her doing what she wanted to do. She didn't care what people thought or said about her and Caroline liked that.

Tyler however thought she was slutty and a potentially bad influence. Caroline almost found it funny; Sam would have probably been pre-hybrid Tyler's dream girl.

Sam's dislike for Tyler was much simpler, she pretty much just thought he was a dick and didn't bother to hide it.

It made Tyler's visits a little awkward but Caroline didn't care. She liked Sam, she was fun and crazy and exactly what Caroline needed right now. She made Caroline remember what it actually felt like to be young.

The past two years had been filled with so much pain and suffering and never ending drama. Even the non-supernatural stuff had become too much, the forever changing relationships and broken hearts. It felt good just to have fun.

Sam grabbed her shower stuff and some clean clothes kicking off her high heels and instantly shrinking.

"Have you got class today?" Caroline asked.

Schmidt nodded, "Yeah at eleven and three. Plus I've got my criminal law study group later."

Caroline nodded, that was something else she admired about Sam. She may have liked to get wild and party but she never missed a class or failed to complete her assignments. Unlike Caroline who had already done both this semester.

Sam was pre-law, majoring in political-science and she was in the top three of her class. She wanted to be a human rights lawyer. Sometimes Caroline envied her certainty on what she wanted to do with the rest of her life.

Sam stood in front of her mirror talking to Caroline as she removed her makeup, ignoring Tyler completely.

"How's your paper going?"

Caroline scoffed and rolled her eyes, "Terrible. I've got nothing."

"I still can't understand why anyone would pick History for their major. It's so dull." Sam shook her head.

"I like it." Caroline said with small shrug.

"You must have had one hot ass History teacher at high school!" Sam said winking at Caroline in the mirror.

"Sam!" Caroline rolled her eyes. She thought of Alaric and felt a pang of sadness.

"So…what's the question again" Sam asked.

"What does the popularity of Freemasonry tell us about social, cultural and intellectual change in Eighteenth Century Europe." Caroline quoted her essay exactly.

"Eurgh. See dull." Sam scoffed. "I mean who in the hell would know anything about that?"

Caroline couldn't help but smirk, she could think of one person who might know something about it.

Still smiling Caroline caught Tyler's eyes and saw he was staring at her intently. In that moment she could have sworn her knew exactly what and who she was thinking about. Quickly she looked away.

"Well good luck." Sam said picking up her wash stuff. "Take it you won't be going to the party at Dunn House tonight?"

Caroline shot a nervous glance at Tyler and shook her head.

"I dunno…"

Sam gave Tyler a quick glare and then looked back to Caroline, "Well think about it. You deserve a little fun Caroline."

She left without another look or word to Tyler.

Slowly Caroline turned back to him, "We don't have to go…"

Tyler shrugged but didn't say anything.

"When are you going back to Mystic Falls?" she asked just wanting to say something to break the tension. She didn't mean it to come out so bluntly. "Sorry Ty, I didn't mean…"

"It's ok Care. I'll probably head out tomorrow, I wanna check out this pack in North Carolina."

"Is she there?"

Tyler shrugged again, "I don't know there was a girl matching her description so maybe."

Caroline nodded. Tyler had been contacted a few months ago by a werewolf guy he'd met when on the run who told him Hayley was missing.

At first Tyler wasn't worried, Hayley was a nomad, she never stayed in the same place very long. He contacted a few pacts she'd run with before all across the country but no one had seen or heard from her in months. It was like she had just disappeared.

Caroline thought she was probably dead and honestly it didn't pain her but she was Tyler's friend and he had already lost so many people. Caroline knew she should be jealous that her boyfriend spent most of his free time off searching for another girl. And though it niggled her it was more because Caroline thought Hayley was a back-stabbing bitch.

Another silence fell between them before Tyler asked.

"When are you coming home Care?"

Caroline should have seen that question coming. She hadn't been home since she started school two months ago. She knew she should, she missed her mom and her friends despite the disconnect she was feeling but she felt like she needed some time away from Mystic Falls.

It was one of the reasons she had chosen to go to school out of state and not go to Whitmore College like Bonnie and Elena planned to. She had picked the University of Georgia because it was far enough away she could breathe but close enough she could dash back in the event of an emergency, supernatural or otherwise. Thankfully that hadn't happened yet.

"I told you, I'll be back for Thanksgiving."

"That's still another three weeks away Care!" Tyler snapped.

"Tyler I have classes and assignments and…" she tried to explain.

"It's almost like you don't want to come home."

Caroline sighed, this was not the first time they had had this argument.

"Tyler I…" she began but was interrupted as her cell phone buzzed loudly on her dresser.

Caroline stomped over and picked it up, a small smile crossed her face at the name on the screen.

"Stefan! Hey, what's up…" she said cheerily the smile fell from her face as Stefan spoke hurriedly on the other end of the line. "What…are you…when?"

Tyler looked at her worry across his face.

"And Bonnie's sure this isn't sort some of freaky Silas mind-voodoo?" she nodded as Stefan spoke. "Ok, ok I get it…yes, I know…ok, we'll be there soon. Bye."

Caroline hung up the phone and turned to Tyler.

"It looks like I'm going back to Mystic Falls sooner than I thought."

A/N: So...thoughts?