Dedicated to my beautiful bestie, Amber. We have both lost a loved one this year, and I understand the pain of that completely. But I want you to know that our world of imagination and escape is always here. Klaus and Elena's love will always live on and triumph in our alternate universe. I am ready to finish "The Depth of Love" whenever you are, sweetie. But for now, here's a little Klena drabble I thought you and everyone else would enjoy. Love you lots! And thank you to all my devoted readers who continue to ship this epic couple!

Also, a side note: I changed my user name to from Mina Valentine to "RomeoMustDie," just to clear up any confusion!

Chapter Rating: PG content mostly

Music in chapter:

Faruk Sabanci-Wake up (Zetandel Chillout Mix)

Amurai-Love and Light (Downtempo Mix)

Unfaithful

She hated him. She absolutely hated him with every fiber of her being. And yet, every time she saw her best friend kiss him, the painful stab of envy killed her inside. Their concealed chemistry had been secretly hidden for months. Neither of them ever addressed the sexual tension that slithered between their bodies and coiled itself around them like a snake. Niklaus Mikaelson possessed every trait that Elena believed to despise in a man. From the moment he had come to Mystic Falls, he'd brought nothing but havoc and suffering upon the small town. Elena loathed him for killing Tyler's mother, toying with her friends, and causing Stefan to go off the deep end and switch off his humanity. Even though Klaus had made nice with everyone and apologized for his evils, the odds had always been against him when it came to redeeming himself in Elena Gilbert's eyes.

A year had passed since he'd "reformed" himself, and now that he was engaged to Elena's best friend, he knew he had to find a way to get along with the tempered brunette, for Caroline's sake. He was an Original; the first immortal hybrid, and although he was superhuman, there were some things even Klaus could not achieve: he couldn't make Elena like him.

Ever since Caroline broke the news of their engagement to her friends, Elena was horrified that Caroline actually wanted to marry the diabolical maniac. She couldn't trust him, and she was worried that Klaus would end up breaking Caroline's heart or killing her. But no matter how she voiced her concerns, Caroline Forbes was determined to have her happy ending. In her heart of hearts, Klaus was her very own prince charming. He wasn't perfect, but Caroline was confident that her love could bring out the best in him. For the most part, it had. Klaus was much more tame and calm when he was around her. But every time Elena was close to him, he wanted to abandon his composure and give in to pure animal instincts. It was the most frustrating feeling, which was why he always begged Caroline not to drag him to social events because he knew Elena would be there. But some celebrations just could not be avoided… Such was that night in mid-July.

It was Bonnie's birthday weekend, and the "Mystic gang" had gone to Elena's summer lake house to celebrate. It had been Caroline's idea, of course. But she wanted to do something intimate and fun without overwhelming her friend with hundreds of people showing up just for free booze and food.

Jeremy had come, and so had Matt; Rebekah, and Elena were there, too. Poor Elena felt like she should have brought a date with her, since everyone else had a significant other. Jeremy was dating Bonnie, Matt was seeing Rebekah, and Caroline was there with her Hybrid fiancé. She felt a bit out of place.

They had all gathered in the living room—drinking and listening to music when Caroline decided to play a little game: spin the bottle. As reluctant as Elena was to participate, she felt relieved knowing that if the bottle happened to land on Jeremy, she would get a chance to spin again (and vice versa).

After a few spins, it was Elena's turn. And sure enough, just as she had feared, the bottle spun round and round until it stopped and pointed to Klaus.

"Well,"—she squirmed nervously—"I guess that means I have to spin again."

"Oh no you don't!" said Caroline, grabbing the bottle. "Jeremy is the only exception."

"But…" Elena paused. "He's your—"

"I know who he is!" Care laughed. "And that doesn't make him exempt from the rules! We all agreed to play, so come on!"

Aqua pierced into mahogany as Klaus held Elena's anxious gaze. He looked just as uncertain as she was. The rest of the gang hooted and hollered, cheering her on to just kiss the bastard and get it over with. Caroline had always been oblivious to Klaus's attraction toward her best friend. If she had known that Elena had endless sex dreams about the Hybrid, she would have avoided playing the silly game altogether.

"Just do it!" Bonnie exclaimed.

"Yeah!" Matt drunkenly chimed in. "Come on, Elena!"

They had all been sitting in a circle on cushions on an oriental rug. Klaus had sat resting his back against the bottom of the sofa. His legs were stretched out in front of him with one foot crossed over the other while he drank a glass of scotch. He took one last sip of his drink before he smirked at Elena and said, "Come now, love. I won't bite."

Elena was distressed as she looked at the blonde vampire. "I can't do this, Care. You know how much Klaus and I dislike each other."

Dislike was an understatement.

"I won't take no for an answer! I had to kiss Jeremy and he's like a brother to me, so just suck it up and do it!"

After everyone continuously pestered her to follow the rules of the game, she finally got up and listened to Caroline's directions. She was to sit in Klaus's lap, wrap her arms around his neck, and kiss him until her thirty seconds were over.

Elena's heart was pounding violently in her chest as she positioned herself accordingly in Klaus's lap, just as Caroline had instructed. The Hybrid heard her heartbeat and knew that she was nervous. Their eyes locked for a moment, and he heard the way her breath quivered as he brought his face closer.

"The clock starts as soon as your lips touch!" said Caroline.

Elena felt dizzy. She thought she was going to faint, and Klaus hadn't even pressed his mouth against hers yet. His hands landed on her hips before his lips softly pressed against hers. Something explosive happened inside of Elena's head as soon as he kissed her. Her consciousness was swiftly flooded with flashing visions of her and Klaus: naked beneath the sheets of a big bed, kissing passionately, moaning, groaning, sweating… Bodies on fire. It felt so real, which only stimulated Elena even more as she became more confident and kissed Klaus with a desperate urgency. She kissed him as if he was the only man for her.

The lowest growl rumbled through his chest as he slipped his tongue inside her mouth and explored forbidden territory. Elena hadn't been the only one to be assaulted by these explicit visions. They had manifested in the Hybrid's mind as well. It should have been Caroline he was making sweet love to. But it wasn't. Elena was beneath him, and her eyes were rolling back in pleasure as he slowly penetrated her and kissed her throat.

Rebekah, Bonnie, and Caroline watched the pair with their jaws wide open in shock. The temperature in the room seemed to have drastically risen, and it was all because of Klaus and Elena, and their unexpected chemistry that no one had noticed before.

Their tongues twisted and danced in unison, as teeth nipped at flesh—pulling and tugging, teasing each other to the point of undeniable arousal. Klaus didn't want to stop, neither did Elena. He pulled her waist closer against him until her soft breasts collided against his muscled chest. Now he was able to feel her heartbeat.

"And… your time's up!" said Caroline.

Elena was the first to break the kiss. Every part of her body had desperately wanted to remain lip-locked with the man she believed to have despised forever, but her conscience had been strong enough to resist her carnal desires. She was breathless—and so was Klaus, as they stared into each other's eyes and let the realization of their attraction sink in. This kiss had changed them both. It was as if they were looking at each other through new pairs of eyes now. The heavy veil of hatred that had blinded them both had finally been lifted, at last. And now, all Elena could feel was the strongest desire to kiss him again. It was as if her soul had known all along that he belonged to her, and now that she finally recognized the truth, her chest felt so heavy. An ocean of sorrow washed over her when she got off his lap and returned to her cushion next to Bonnie.

Affected by the heat of his kiss, Elena still felt the imprint of his lips against hers, and the heat of his touch on her hips. She felt as if he were still touching her, even though he wasn't.

"Oh… my… God!" Caroline exclaimed. "You two deserve an Oscar for that performance! I almost got jealous!"

Elena's face went crimson red as she tried to compose herself. Normally, she would have said something snarky and rude to Klaus, but this time, she had difficulty using ammunition against him. She didn't want to be rude or mean. The truth of the matter was that the reason why she tried so hard to hate him was because she was attracted to him. From the moment he dragged her into his clutches during that moonstone ritual, Elena felt something so forbidden and new to her. Even though Klaus had every intention of draining her life force (and he had), that night she knew that cosmic forces had been trying to tell them something. But because Klaus had been so blinded by his lust for power, he couldn't recognize that Elena was his soulmate. He'd nearly killed her, and if it weren't for John's sacrifice, she would have stayed dead.

"I'll be right back," said Elena as she stood up. She needed to distance herself from Klaus for a few minutes.

"Where are you going?" asked Bonnie.

"Restroom."

"Hurry back!" shouted Caroline.

~oOo~

The sound of running water seemed to slow Elena's racing thoughts as she took a breath and faced her reflection in the mirror.

I can't be feeling this way, she thought as tears filled her eyes. He's not mine to have, and I shouldn't even want him.

And yet, her heart begged to differ. After months of living in denial, their fateful kiss seemed to have broken through every barrier that Elena had placed between herself and the Hybrid. She realized that she hated him so passionately because secretly, the smallest part of her had known that she was in love with him. Without reason or explanation, her soul had experienced the greatest love that transcended time and space. Centuries past, a young woman by the name of Tatia had fallen in love with the notorious Original. Elijah had told her about the shared history between his brother and Tatia, in hopes of making her understand the doppelganger curse. Elena had not wanted to believe that she was just another "recycled soul." She wanted her life to matter and mean something. She wanted no connection to Tatia or the original doppelganger. She had never wanted to get herself mixed up into the world of the supernatural with prophesied destinies. Elena wanted to choose her own destiny. Now that she had kissed Klaus, she feared that the attraction she felt was influenced by Tatia's connection with him, not her own feelings.

After turning off the tap, Elena ran her fingers through her long, silky locks, and straightened her white sundress. Her tanned skin was beautifully glowing from all the sun exposure, and her dark makeup almost made her look like Katherine. Bonnie had done her eye makeup earlier, and had told her that smoky eye shadow and winged eyeliner really made her eyes pop. However, in that moment as she stared at her reflection, Elena felt like she was having an identity crisis.

I can't stay in here forever, she thought as she opened the door and headed back downstairs.

~oOo~

Around two in the morning everyone decided to go to bed. However, Elena remained restless and wasn't ready to retire to her room. After she finished washing some dishes in the kitchen, she stepped outside in the wilderness, and walked up the dock toward the lake. A large full moon had cast its silvery reflection in the dark, velvety water. The tranquil sound of wildlife was soothing as she closed her eyes and lost herself in a quiet reverie.

Music was echoing from the lit up cottage across the water, and even though Elena did not recognize the song, she enjoyed listening to it.

I need your love and light…

The female vocalist sang her evocative lyrics while crickets chirped in the background, accompanying her. The song was just so romantic and moving. Elena felt a dull ache inside, as something pulled at her heartstrings. A cool breeze danced through her hair and forced her to rub her arms to keep warm. She looked up at the sky and admired the millions of sparkling stars that twinkled above her on a canvas of black. She felt so small in the vast universe and wondered what other power existed beyond. Another gust of wind blew right through her, and just as Elena was about to head back, she felt a something wrap around her shoulders: the white shawl she had left inside.

No, it can't be… Her heart almost stopped. She feared to turn around and find him behind her.

"You shouldn't be alone out here, sweetheart."

That deep sexy English accent gave him away. Elena dropped the shawl and stepped closer to the edge of the dock to distance herself from the radiating heat of his body.

"I really wish you'd stop calling me that," she said. "I'm not your sweetheart."

"Old habits die hard," Klaus replied.

"So they say," Elena muttered. She dared not face him and feared that her body would only desire so much more than what they had experienced during that monumental kiss. "Aren't you supposed to be sleeping next to your bride to be?" she voiced in a mawkish way.

"I got hungry and noticed that you were outside."

She turned around this time and frowned offensively. "So you thought you'd come out here and feed on me?"

Klaus rolled his eyes. "Allow me to rephrase that. I got hungry—so naturally, I crept to the kitchen to grab a blood bag—and then I noticed that you were standing on the dock all by your lonesome." He smiled smugly. "Better?"

She looked at him, distrusting his intentions. "Well, I'm fine. You can go back inside, now."

All she could feel was that undeniable sexual tension and Elena didn't trust herself anymore to keep her hands off him. The buttons of his black shirt were completely undone, and the grooving muscles of his abdominals only enticed her further. She wanted to touch him. She wanted to kiss him again, but that would have been wrong; so very, very wrong.

"It truly is beautiful out here at night," said Klaus as he stood next to her.

Elena didn't want to continue the conversation. She wanted him to leave. She wanted things to just go back to normal between them, even if it meant burying her own feelings.

"You know," Klaus continued. "You're not such a bad kisser."

Her cheeks immediately flushed as she faced him with a scornful stare. "That was the worst experience I ever had to endure in my life! Worse than the time I had to stand there helplessly and let you kill me!"

"I killed you softly, love." He smiled crookedly. "And the way you kissed me certainly didn't indicate that it was the'worst experience ever.' "

Elena was angry. Not at him, but at herself. She didn't want to argue pointlessly, so she turned to go back inside. But before she could march down the dock in full stride, Klaus grabbed a hold of her wrist and gently yanked her back. The contact was electric and made Elena feel all sorts of complicated emotions. She couldn't even begin to detect which one was more dominant in that particular moment.

"Always so quick to run away from me, aren't you, Little Red?"

That had always been Klaus's nickname for Elena. In her eyes, he really was "The Big Bad Wolf."

"Let go of me, Klaus." Elena wouldn't meet his eyes. She fixed her gaze on his hand and prayed he would release her. "I'm not going to stand here and let you insult me."

"Insult you?" He chuckled. "I was giving you a compliment."

"I don't appreciate your sarcasm."

"I wasn't being sarcastic, sweetheart." He slowly eased his grip and waited for her to finally meet his eyes to see that he was being sincere. "Perhaps I should have told you that kissing you literally took my breath away."

Elena blushed and it seemed to have pleased him. He thought she looked so radiant in the moonlight. An invisible force tried with all its might to push these two together, but they both resisted the gravitation.

"Your heart's pounding," Klaus whispered.

"Because I'm scared of you."

"I haven't held you captive. You can leave." He closed the space between them and let his hand glide around her waist. "But you don't want to," he murmured softly. "Do you?"

Luh-dub, luh-dub, luh-dub…

Elena's heartbeat accelerated as she struggled to sustain some control. She wanted him. She needed to taste his lips again. She yearned for so much more. Her body was on fire, and it was as if everything in the universe was desperately trying to tell them that their attraction was a destined feeling, and that it was so right.

His face was inches away from hers; his mouth was edging closer, and Elena felt like she would collapse in his arms at any second.

"Don't…" she breathed and closed her eyes. "Don't do this, Klaus."

His inebriating cologne had intoxicated her. She placed her hand on his naked chest in hopes of being strong enough to push him back. But her hand began to caress his heart chamber when their lips touched.

I need your love and light…

I can't do this alone…

We can't do this alone…

With every passing second, Elena felt all her self-control escaping her as Klaus dominated the kiss and consumed her in flaming passion. She could feel his heart beating strongly against her palm as his mouth glided over hers. Lips, teeth, and tongue collided all at once as he kissed her with urgency; as if that night would be the only night they would share stolen intimacy. He engulfed her in fiery lust as he teased her lips and slipped his tongue inside. Elena moaned softly and dug her nails into his chest, scratching down.

I need this. I want this. I want you, her subconscious whispered as he kissed her fervently. What they were doing was extremely risky. Anyone could have walked out and spotted them. But neither of them could think about Caroline. All they could focus on was dousing the flames that had set their bodies on fire.

Klaus boldly moved his hand down and gripped Elena's curvaceous bottom. Her nipples painfully hardened and a sweltering heat grew between her thighs. It took Elena every ounce of strength to rip her lips away from his.

"We have to… stop," she breathlessly expressed. "I can't… I can't do this—with you."

Everything was fuzzy inside her head and her hormones were raging. She hadn't had sex in nearly a year, so her body was naturally responding to what it biologically needed.

Klaus ignored her warning and pulled her in possessively before he grazed his lips against her neck. Elena shuddered with pleasure and struggled to keep her eyes open in hopes of realizing the reality of what was happening instead of losing herself inside her sexual fantasies.

The Original was almost a thousand years old, and he had unbelievable control over his vampire instincts, but the scent of Elena's blood—the sound of that crimson liquid rushing through her vein stirred the strongest hunger in him. Dark spider veins formed around his cheekbones as his eyes transitioned from turquoise to gold. His sharp fangs brushed against her vulnerable flesh, and Elena should have pulled back; she should have slapped him and stormed inside to tell Caroline about his infidelity. But her feet remained planted in place. She was just as guilty as he was. She didn't want to move. The darkest part of her nature desired his bite—almost in a masochistic way.

Her voice was thick with lust as she said his name and ran her fingers up the nape of his neck. Right when he was about to puncture her vein, Caroline's voice came echoing from the distance.

"Klaus?" she called out to him, and it immediately broke the spell between him and Elena.

The brunette pulled back and forced herself to sober up. She looked at Klaus and whispered, "This didn't happen." In rushing panic, she turned away from him and walked down the dock as fast as she could, praying that he wouldn't follow her.

When Caroline noticed her friend approaching the porch, she wondered what she had been doing out there alone. "Hey," she said to Elena. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." Elena tried to smile convincingly. "I just needed some air—ready for bed now."

"Have you seen Klaus?"

"Maybe he's hunting humans," she casually responded.

"Oh God, I hope he doesn't kill anyone," Care said with worry. "Klaus!"

Elena didn't stick around to hear his lies. She felt bad enough for lying to Caroline.

You are the worst friend ever, Elena Gilbert. You are a self-centered, home-wrecking bitch, she said to herself as she dragged her feet up the stairs. Rebekah had once told her that she was narcissistic. Elena hadn't believed her then, but now she did. If Caroline hadn't called out his name, she would have let him drink from her. She would have let him do so much more than that.

I need to get out of here first thing in the morning, she decided resolutely. Being around Klaus was dangerous now. Elena did not want to be the one to ruin her best friend's happiness all because she wouldn't be able to keep her legs closed around the sex god Hybrid.

That's all it is: sexual attraction—nothing more.

She brushed her teeth and got ready for bed. But sleep refused to come until the early hours of the morning, just when the sun was on the cusp of rising.

Author's Note: I just want to say, that I do realize that in this particular story, both Elena and Klaus are having an adulterous affair. I just want to say that I do not condone cheating, and that the content of this story does not reflect my own personal morals in the real world. It's just a work of fiction, so if anyone is offended or triggered by it, just don't read. And there is no reason to attack an author for writing about something that actually happens in society.