This was summer fluff I wrote to somewhat appease my Klaroline withdrawal symptoms. I do not own the characters but undeniably wish I did. For if I was in Julie Plec's position, Klaus and Caroline would not be living in two separate states today. This is a revised version of Its Time.

1

Caroline shuddered from a breeze as the tide spilled over her feet. Staring out to where the day's perfect blue sky met the sea, her hands crossed below the neck covering her bare shoulders. The waves glistened under the crimson arms of the sun, and as if it was the gentle wind itself, a voice carried a spine chilling call.

"Hello Caroline."

Startled she turned towards the dunes. Her puckered brow delivered a bewildered gaze. Caroline wasn't anticipating company – especially Klaus's. A shy grin emerged on her ivory face but she returned her attention to the sunset. Hastily she looked back at him with a radiant smile. His effect pleased him and Caroline beckoned Klaus curling her finger.

He gasped at the siren's call feeling instantly parched and thirsty. Klaus tried to subdue his desire. He lingered behind before moving to join her. Caroline looked like an alluring temptress and he felt beguiled by her trickery.

Nothing was left to his imagination about her long, magnificent legs. The short skirt of her sundress swelled in the breeze revealing her beautiful curves under a bitty white bikini. She was more sensational than he had ever imagined. Caroline's neck and shoulders were naked in a blouson top. Klaus felt desperate, yearning to sink his mouth there. He probably never wanted anything more.

He noticed the damp ends of her long, rippled, blond hair as she brushed them to one side. It tempted a right of entry to her tantalizing neckline. If it could the world would stop to stare at her flawless body. Finally he reached Caroline and stood demurely next to her.

"Hi." she said biting on her lower lip veiling another smile.

He closed his eyes pulling his head back slightly. Taking a calming breath after gaping hungrily at her mouth he promptly shifted to a more chivalry manner. A bashful laugh escaped Caroline and a broad smile dipped into his cheeks. Her eyes wandered through his stubble and she realized how keen for it she was.

"What are you doing here, Klaus? You don't strike me as a beach person." she frowned.

"That's true but I do enjoy a bonfire."

"Yeah, I'd say fires are definitely your thing." she giggled revealing her true age. The sound inspired joy he thought.

"You're my thing, Love."

She glared suspiciously into his dark blue eyes.

"You know that's true." he continued, leaning forward to keep a steady gaze with Caroline.

"Ugh! Sometimes I just want to smack that smirk off your face."

She couldn't face him for too long and tried to conceal her angst.

"So what...no gas tank? Aren't you even going to try to blow up the Atlantic seacoast or something?" she sneered.

"Ah, quick and feisty as ever. I enjoy that about you, Caroline. You're observant, smart; we'd be great mates you and I."

"I rather die an old maid, Klaus. And aren't you a little over dressed for the beach?"

As usual, she intentionally ignored his compliments.

"Now flip flops and Hawaiian shorts will never be my thing, sweetheart. Besides, the party is at the cabin."

"You're staying?"

"Well I hear the service will be exceptional tonight. I wouldn't miss it for the world."

"I'm just trying to help Matt out. Apparently it takes bikini clad waitresses to bring in the big bucks. You're sister is helping out, too."

"Well you are delectable tonight. Your presence will grace that shack and your friend won't have to work another day."

Again his flattery made Caroline uneasy. She never knew what to say or where to look.

"I'm cold." she grumbled and surprisingly took his hands in hers and wrapped his strong arms around her torso. She leaned onto his chest with her head tilted back.

Caroline attempted to act casually but she was stunned by her sudden light-hearted flirting. She had placed herself in close proximity to the belly of the beast. Feeling dazed and faint in his hold she sensed Klaus was just as staggered.

Her scent was intoxicating. He blew out a series of short breaths to regain his composure but it was an overwhelming turn of events.

"I have to change before my shift. Apparently Mystic Grill's annual beach party has a strict dress code for short shorts. Men are such Neanderthals!"

"What a shame. I'll miss this dress."

Klaus was in a trance admiring her discreetly. He had touched Caroline's silk-like skin before but now her breasts were tucked under his forearms. They were generously proportioned in comparison to her slim body. He recalled her round, toned and mouth-watering backside as he had approached her only moments ago. Klaus became mindful of his excitement and stepped back to build a distance between them. He was confused by her overly friendly display and although he could challenge her newfound courage he also knew he should leave matters to Caroline. After all, that is how she came to be in his arms.

But her natural bouquet mixed with the misty sea air was too palatable to ignore.

"So what time do you start, Love?" he asked guiding himself out of his reveries.

"I should have been there by now. They can probably use the extra help to set up."

"This should be a very interesting evening for me. Both you and my sister ogled and harassed all night. Will you have any time to come around and take my order?"

She spun around glaring, ready to scold with a finger pointed at him in the air.

"You listen here, Mister. You better not compel any of the help for free drinks tonight because I'll be writing tabs on you or any other super natural that waltzes in. Everyone pays up and don't even think about skipping out on a gargantuan tip. Do you understand?" she said poking into his chest.

Klaus stood amused. His plump, raspberry lips were so well defined. They pursed to contain his laughter and Caroline decided his mouth was the most sensual thing about him. Michael Angelo's hand could not have sculpted them more perfect. She imagined kissing them.

He had to steer clear of her boisterous and dominant behaviour for it was a significant reason to Klaus's attraction. He liked it when Caroline thought she had the upper hand.

"I wouldn't dream of it, Love. I'm capable of being a complete gentleman."

"I know exactly what you are capable of, Klaus. Watch yourself." she said picking up her beach bag and started to walk away.

The sun's afterglow captured her in the light.

"You don't have to worry about me, Love." he hollered and sat in the sand.

"I got my eye on you." she warned looking back.

"You'll forget all about me with all the wanton eyes tonight."

"Klaus..." she stopped in her path.

"I always have an eye on you."

The declaration would drive any man, vampire or not, to take hold of her beautiful face and pleasure from its smart mouth. Could she not see how much he had to endure just so he could deserve her?

"I'll see you later, Caroline." he shouted.

Klaus tried to suppress his thirst but every part of him was stirred and roused. Any other night he could manage without a feeding. But Caroline's saccharine blood was so powerful and fragrant that he was left nostalgic. For Vampires everything is heightened and more profound. His entire being was stimulated by the feel of her skin and he longed too much.

Klaus was aware of the consequential risks. He could be unpredictable in that condition and suspected provocation throughout the night. Caroline would be closely inspected by the patrons of Mystic Grill and without a doubt would look incredible in shorts. His craving and frustration could become too intense. He had to hunt. It was a matter of public safety. He didn't want to worry about losing his temper and control. Klaus was determined for more intimate moments with Caroline.

Luring a jogger by the shore he fed from her neck and compelled the young woman to forget their encounter. A large jelly fish would become the culprit after his compulsion.