A/N: This is a one-shot about Klayley. Klaus suggests a way of breaking the crescent curse and Hayley offers another delightful way.


She could almost taste the blood, the metallic taste tingling on the tip of her tongue. It was his. She had drank enough of his blood to know it.

He had bitten his lips, teeth scraping against the delicate flesh of his lips hard, just not very hard; yet hard enough to bring blood to the thinnest layer of his skin. The metallic taste making her dizzy.

She could almost feel the frustration he was feeling, in little waves, as his fingers clenched around the hem her shirt, tips digging into her ribs restlessly. She clings to his shoulder as he pushes her against the wall gently, returning his kiss with equal fervor. His fingers tangle up in her hair, making a mess while hers impatiently try to take off his T-shirt.

Her fingers hover over his skin as she finally gets rid of his Henley; lightly touching the new, still pink skin just above his heart. That's when it hits her, the smell of blood. Blood that didn't belong to him. Blood that he seemed to have shed before making his way home.

'Klaus.' She whispers his name as he marks her neck. He still doesn't stop, palm pressing against her lower back, pushing her into him. 'Klaus.' She says a little loudly, taking his hand into hers and stopping him.

He looks up, eyes almost closed preventing her from looking into them while his fingers fight to free themselves from hers grip. 'Klaus.' She whispers his name, like a chant, hoping to get him to look up at her. It only brings a half smile on the devilish face of his; so she frees his hand, bringing her fingers up to his chin and forcing him to look at her.

He looks up, forcing a steely look on his face. 'What is it? What happened out there?' The she-wolf asks. He simply buries his face in her neck again. Lips pressing against her flesh in hot little kisses. She moans before realizing that it was all a distraction and pulls his head up by his hair. He winces at the slight pain, looking at her accusingly.

She loosens her hold just a little, looking straight in his eyes. 'What is the matter, Klaus? And who the hell did you kill? Please don't tell me that you were attacked on your way here.' She says, hoping that she would hear an answer that she wanted to hear.

'Just something that I took care of. I assure you, it won't trouble us again. Ever. Can we return back to what we were doing earlier before you so rudely decided to play the inquisitive cop?' He shoots back, with a hint of sarcasm; something that he used when trying to hide something important. Especially from her. She glares at him, managing to bring a little smile on his face. He has always loved it when she went all hybrid on him. Letting out a sigh; he knows that she is still waiting for an answer, so he says 'It was nothing, love.'

Of course she isn't convinced. After all she was a human- not quite human - living lie detector, usually wherever it mattered; she likes to think. 'Somethings the matter, you idiot. Now tell me before I decide that you are sleeping on the ground, or any place of your liking except for our bed.' She slaps his shoulder, he doesn't budge but her sentence effectively wipes that silly grin off his face. 'It was just some rude neighbors, love. Really.' He says, hoping that she wouldn't really kick him out. She had done that earlier once. Needless to say, it had been much worse than he had imagined it would be. He winced at the memory of pacing the corridor that night.

Hayley smiles widely, as his face falls, knowing exactly what was going on in that quick little mind of his. 'Recalled the past, have we?' She asks coyly; eliciting a growl from Klaus before his lips attack her in a ruthless way. 'Don't tease me, love.' He says, against her ear, nipping lightly.

'The truth, Klaus. Just plain ol' truth. It would be better if you do the same.' She looks at him, sternly. 'Allright. You are so persistent, little wolf. You never back down, do you?' He asks, taking her hand and leading her to the bed. 'You better sit down for this one.' He says slowly. 'Klaus, now you are scaring me. What is it? It is that bad? Are you hurt somewhere? Is it about Hope? Klaus?!' Hayley screams, when he doesn't say anything for a long time and just stares at her, with eyes filled with an emotion that she doesn't really want to know. Her nails dig into his arm, with no effect on him.

'Fine. Fine. I'm telling you. Its not about Hope. She is perfectly safe. Yes, I was attacked by some stupid witch and her vampire lover; Marcel seems to be missing some of his minions. And no, I'm not hurt. Now, what I'm about to say; if you look at it my way it is bad. For you, you are going to be ecstatic and quite possibly would jump like a bloody kangaroo. Please refrain from doing that though, because I don't want Elijah's eyes on me again, as we get a new bed.' He says, in one breath; not that he needed the air. She stares at him incredulously, wondering what this was all about.

'Klaus!' She again yells when he doesn't continue for a long time. 'I've been trying to read a journal.' He speaks slowly, without looking up. 'Oh don't be modest Klaus. The entire world knows that you can read!' She laughs and he can't take his eyes off her, listening to the melodic sound. She notices him staring and shuts up abruptly, reminding him of their current situation. 'Allright. What journal?' She asks, silently.

'Ansel's journal.' He replies and she can't quite remember who it is until she sees his face. Ansel. His biological father.

'Ok. Yeah. So?'

'I found a way to break the Crescent Curse. I'm not sure. Even he wasn't sure if it would work but... You could try it.' The words seem forced from his lips and her heart starts doing somersaults on hearing them.

'Go on. What is it?' She asks again, when doesn't seem to continue. 'You are from a royal blood line, the Labonairs. And you don't turn on full moons, love. That is of course because of your hybrid status. But if you were to marry another, from a royal line, then that could allow you to share your powers with your pack.' He says without looking at her, fingers tracing shapes on her hand.

'I'm sorry. What?'

'Exactly what you heard, love. You get married to someone from a noble family and your pack is free. More powerful, to be specific.' He says agitatedly.

'Noble... Someone from a noble line... Jackson.' She whispers the last part, slowly.

'Got there, did you? You were always quick, love.' He says looking anywhere but at her.

'But... Marrying Jackson? Klaus... How? Are you sure?' She again whispers, finally wrapping her head around his theory. 'I did mention that I was not sure, didn't I? Why must you persist on asking these tiresome questions?' His voice gets louder with each word. She doesn't understand why but thinks that its Klaus being Klaus. So she too raises her voice.

'Its a matter of my life, you narcissistic idiot. Getting married is not high on my list. At least not this way! And here you are being an arse, as usual. What the hell is the matter with you?'

'I didn't mean it that way, love. I'm just tired, I guess.' He pauses a little as he pulls her towards himself and she settles herself on his lap, 'but that was no excuse to snap at you. So when should I alert Rebekah to your impending nuptials?' He continues against her neck and her moan turns to a yelp at his words.

'I did not say that I was marrying Jackson, Klaus! I don't even know the guy properly! I met him like like 5 months ago!' She screams, indignantly.

'So you want him to court you first? He'll love that. He has been looking at you like a lost puppy who has found his home since the whole marriage thing popped up. When you met the crescents, that is.' Klaus says, lips against her ear.

'No. I don't want to get married, Klaus. Not like this. And certainly not to someone who I barely know. And what if we get married and it doesn't work, huh? What do I do then? Move back here? Get a divorce? Annulment? It would be too messy.' She says, fingers playing with one of the necklaces around his neck.

'What if we get married? If it doesn't work, it would be a hell lot easier to separate! Not to mention our current situation would make it perfectly understandable.' Her words jolt him, his fingers clasping her wrist.

'What are you suggesting, Hayley?' He takes her name and she looks at him. It is one of the very few times that he takes her name and not some nickname that he has given her.

'Oh come on Klaus. We both know that you are as much Royalty as I am. I know enough of Ansel's history to know that. He was one of the first descendants of werewolves. That makes you Royal.' She says, tracing her fingers along his cheek.

'I'm a hybrid.' He counters, trying to ignore the way her fingers feel on his skin.

'You are part wolf.' She smiles, as he averts his eyes.

'I'm a Mikaelson.'

'Aren't I, one?'

'Mikaelsons never get married!'

'You are never one to follow tradition, are you?'

'I'm a monster.' He whispers, suddenly burying his face in her neck.

She freezes for a minute before threading her fingers through his hair. 'That's not true, Klaus. You are many things. A killer. A bastard. Sometimes a bitch. But you never were a monster.'

He looks up, entangling his fingers in hers and studies her face. 'Well this is a first.' He says, a small smile playing on his lips.

'What is?' She asks, playing with his hair.

'Proposal. In 1000 years, I've never been proposed.' His smile widens as this, teeth flashing while she laughs.

'Never?' Hayley asks unbelievably. And he confirms it, 'Never.'

'Then I guess I should've gotten some flowers, a ring, maybe a...' His sentence is cut off as he pulls her in a searing, toe curling kiss which makes her heart accelerate. He hurriedly tries to take her shirt off, never breaking contact with her lips, while she fumbles to assist him.

'So is that a yes?' She asks him when he finally growls and breaks the kiss to get rid of her shirt.

He kisses her this time, after looking her in the eyes for a moment. Softly, just enough for her to know that it was a kiss and yet not enough.

'I'll take that as a yes.' She says against his lips pushing him on the bed and straddling him while he smiles widely.


This is something I wrote to calm my Klayley mind when Phoebe said that she hopes it would be Klaus who breaks her curse. Not the first time though. Do tell me whether you like it. Feedback is much appreciated.