Caroline taps her foot nervously as she sits with Katherine, waiting for her name to be called. There are hundreds of girls there, waiting for their chance to be a main role whilst she's here because she had an early midlife crisis. She contemplates texting Klaus just so she has something to do to keep busy, since they've become pretty good friends over the past week, texting and calling each other. She smiles, remembering all the times his stupid texts made her laugh until she cried and her stomach hurt from not breathing. She only hopes he enjoyed her texts, too, and doesn't find her annoying.
"You're a great actress, Care," Katherine soothes as she spins upside down on her seat with her legs up the wall and her hair tumbling down to the floor. "I know I can act, but I'm not even sure I want this," Caroline admits , she's more nervous about Klaus than the audition but she doesn't want Kat knowing about her befriending Klaus. "Hey, yes you do," Katherine tells her, "You want fun, this is fun. You want work, this is work. You get to work with your best friends and meet cute guys they cast and-"
"Caroline Forbes?" The shocked voice calls, looking around before falling on the singer's face and smiling star-struck. "Oh god, it's a fan," Katherine mutters under her breath, placing her hands on the floor and kicking her body off the seat until she's flipped on to her hands. Caroline rolls her eyes at her show off friend before walking out on to the stage, slightly envious that Kat's hair and clothes are perfect despite her acrobatic display.
She steps up on stage with Marcel, the producer's friend that's standing in as Joseph. He flashes her a shit eating grin as his eyes rake over her body, his bald head shining under the lights and distracting her from any kind of handsome features he has. He's kind of creepy, leering at her like that. The stage is set up with a bar and she plays with the props as instructed by Katherine; using body language and facial expressions as she fiddles with glasses and walks around to follow stage directions. She's very good at sweeping through tables even in her six inch heels.
She reads her lines with him, only half heartedly, finding no chemistry with Marcel, but still manages to made quite the convincing performance. They're halfway through when the director dives out of her chair. "I WANT THAT ONE!" She declares, waving a finger at Caroline as she spins around with her hair swishing around her slender body past her hips. "I like her! I want her! Not like that, stop giggling you imbecile!" Caroline giggles and steps down the stage after Marcel as the girl staring in awe at Caroline runs off to tell the others to leave.
"Now, this may be sudden, but we've got Marcel auditions later today and I want to see who has the best chemistry with you. Obviously you weren't feeling it with Marcel because of his face." Marcel sneers at Lexi before picking up his bag and leaving with a quick wave of his hand. "Asshole," she mutters before turning back to Caroline.
"Anyway, I'm Lexi, you know Katherine and Bonnie and Jeremy, our effects guy and Kat's baby bro," she introduces whilst ignoring Jeremy's eye roll, "This is our writer, Jenna and our producer, Alaric. Now, are you up for auditioning? It can be rather exhausting, I'm warning you now." Caroline nods and Lexi jumps around excitedly. "Wonderful! Meet back here in an hour, okay?" She disappears with her assistant, rambling on as the girl makes note on a clipboard and follows in what can only be described as a shuffling jog.
"Lets get you looking like Camille," Katherine smiles devilishly, grabbing Caroline's hand and pulling her to the dressing rooms.
Klaus gets up on the stage and looks at the girl, his brows furrowed as he looks at her in over the knee grey socks, black knee high boots and a grey sweater that just reaches the high band of her leather skirt that falls to mid-thigh. Her blonde hair falls over her back in curls and he tilts his head. "Caroline?" He calls quietly, causing her to spin around and smile at him surprised. "Klaus? Hi," she greets with a smile. "I didn't think we'd see each other for a while," he beams, dimples in his cheeks. Dimples? Really? What a bastard! "Yeah, I mean, I know we talked yesterday about meeting up but... Wait, you're not stalking me, are you?" She teases him, making him chuckle. "You caught me," he jokes, her laughter warming him inside with the proud little achievement of being the one to make her laugh.
"Alright, get in to positions!" Lexi orders loudly, breaking the two from their moment. Caroline puts down her water bottle and flits off behind the bar to prepare.
Marcel walks in to the bar, sliding in front of Camille with a shit eating grin she loves to hate. "Hello, Cami," he smirks, her hands fumbling when she hears his voice. She looks up in to his eyes with a small scowl. "Your boys were at it again last night, Marcy," she greets distastefully. "Apologies, my beautiful Camille," he replies sincerely, watching her walk away with nothing but adoration in his eyes. He looks over her body in that outfit and smirks wider. "Stop looking at my ass," she scolds without turning around. "What a fine one it is, though, love," he teases, receiving a scowl over the shoulder before she returns to stacking glasses.
They continue banter, with Camille's rejection only spurring on Joseph's attraction and attempts at wooing her.
"One day, Camille," he calls as he leaves, "One day you'll stop resisting me and live a little. I promise I won't hurt you if you give me a chance, sweetheart."
Lexi dives up, fist pumping the air with both hands before pointing at Klaus. "I WANT THAT ONE!" She proclaims before turning to Alaric. "You are older than me! WHY ARE YOU SO IMMATURE! STOP GIGGLING! YOU ARE A GROWN MAN! URG!" Lexi spins on her heels, slapping him with her thick hair before flashing up the stairs to congratulate them both.
"Klaus, you are my Joseph," Lexi beams, "You and Caroline just... fit! It's PERFECT! I'll contact your managers, now give me the names because it was Kat that set you up." Caroline starts, "My brother, Stefan Salvatore is easier to contact, but Elena Gilbert is my actual manager." She trails off with the numbers and Lexi scribbles them down. "Elijah Mikaelson, my brother, or pass a message on to Stefan. He's my mate, it'll do," Klaus offers before reciting Elijah's number. "Alright, I'll get on to that and we'll have our first read through this months!" Lexi replies excitedly, skipping off to find Anna and shout at her to get it sorted out.
"Would you like to go to dinner with me tonight?" Klaus asks, turning to Caroline with a confident smile. She bites her lip in thought, considering her options. One; she rejects him and kicks herself later because come on it's Klaus freaking Mikaelson and he's asking her on date after one slightly awkward day out with her twin and their friend. Two; she goes out to dinner with him and gossip spreads that they're dating, which could give the show and them publicity but could also be a bit awkward but- FUCK IT! Katherine put her on the spot with the auditions so she's got a new boost in her confidence, especially after getting the part.
"Yes," she smiles back, "You kno Katherine set us up, right?" He nods, before watching her walk away, enjoying the way her hips swing and the skirt swishes around her long leg. "You're drooling, just there," Katherine teases, pointing at his mouth until he shoves her hand away lightly. "I am not. Now, shut up and tell me what I should do for a date," he hisses, waiting for her to sto laughing and listening intenly to everythin Katherine has to say about the vague points to a great date. Original, cute, fun, memorable and a lot of effort put in.
Caroline walks back out with a skip in her step, dressed in black heeled pumps, skinny white jeans and a black blouse with a white blazer over the top. She's tied her curls up in to a messy plait that falls over one shoulder with her fringe slightly over one eye covered in thick eyeliner. "Ready to go, Kat?" she asks as Katherine shoves his phone back in to his waiting hand. "Yep," Katherine beams back victoriously, linking arms with the blonde. "See you later, Klaus," she says shyly, biting the inside of her lip to supress a grin. "See you later, love," he nods, dimpled cheeks hooking her in as Katherine tugs her away. "Lets go SHOPPING!" Katherine sings off tune, Caroline's beautiful eyes rolling at Katherine's excitement. "By the way, I know you've been texting him all week," Katherine adds, smirking at Caroline's blush.
Wear something formal but bring a comfortable change of clothes. I'll pick you up at 8 .; )
She purses her lips at her phone, narrowing her eyes at the lack of detail as she pulls out her boots, jeans and a t-shirt before hanging up her dress on her wardrobe door. "Ooh, a change of clothes?" Katherine purrs, inspecting her clothes like it's her prey. "Where is he taking you?" Caroline shrugs and shows her the text, Katherine's eyebrows pulling together. "Don't put out! Put out and I kill you both!" Katherine warns, only receiving an eye roll in response. "I don't do that, Kat. I like real relationships and I'm going to tell him that tonight if he tries anything," Caroline sighs as the clock beeps 6pm. "Now get lost, I need to get ready!"
He steps out of the car, eyes catching the glint of a lens around the corner of the building to hint to him that there's cameras all around. He steps up to the door as Caroline walks out with a fawn coat buttoned up and her long creamy legs on show for him in a pair of nude heels. He takes her bag and places it in the back of the car before opening the door for her. "You know that there are cameras everywhere, right?" She whispers, turning to him without realising how close they are. "I was about to ask you the same thing, love," he smirks, licking his bottom lip absently as the tension builds between them. Caroline feels it too, turning her head back with a faint blush before slipping in to the car.
They drive in silence as she looks out of the windows, trying to guess where they're going. "You aren't going to guess?" he smirks, tapping the wheel calmly as she fidgets. "Katherine told me you wouldn't tell me because you're going to kill me," she tells him amused, his chuckle filling the small space of the car. "I promise I'm not going to kill you," he teases, "though I'm still not telling you where we're going." She huffs and pouts at him, but he gives her that smug smirk and she turns away from him.
"Can you at least tell me why you aren't telling me?" She asks, looking at him from the corner of her eye. "If I tell you what the first part of the evening is then you'll keep asking until I tell you what the second part is and I want to keep the surprise," he explains with a small shrugs. She gives up with a loud huff that makes him smile.
"I half expected you to have a personal driver," she admits as they finally pull in to a parking lot. "Well, I only use them for events but I have a few staff in my home here. Back in England we have the full works with maids and butlers. It's actually ridiculous. I only have a housekeeper to keep the fridge stocked and the house clean because I spend most of my time working or at the family home with Elijah and Kol."
He parks he car and slips out of the door, rounding to her side and opening her door for her. He offers her his hand and she really looks at him, thinking how great he looks with the light coming down on him from behind. His sandy hair looks a bit darker and his eyes look green. He wears a dark blue shirt open at the top to reveal a few necklaces under the collar. His lack suit fits him snugly and she can't help but think how handsome he looks. She's been out with hot guys before, but Klaus isn't just hot. He's handsome and charming and chivalrous. She loves it! No, bad Caroline, not too fast!
She takes his hand and slips out of the car, waiting as he reaches in to the back to retrieve her bag. "Ready, love?" he smiles, offering his arm to her and still carrying her bag for her. She loops her hand in to the crook of his elbow, letting him lead the way to the building. "A gallery?" She breathes as he unlocks the door. "My favourite gallery in the city," he tells her proudly, holding the door open for her. She walks in and can't take the smile from her face as she looks at the beautiful paintings. She unbuttons her coat and he immediately come up behind her to take it from her. "Are we the only ones here?" She whispers, the rest of the gallery silent around them. "A mate of mine owns the gallery," he tells her quietly, "He owed me a favour or two and I asked for the night in the gallery undisturbed." She nods, wanting to appreciate the nice gesture but the insecure voice in the back of her head takes over her mouth.
"Must be nice to snap your fingers and get whatever you want," she mumbles, stepping out of her coat. "I'm not happy, though," he admits, hanging her coat up with lingering moments, feeling her eyes on him. "No matter what I have done, that emptiness inside doesn't disappear." He looks over and his breath catches in his throat at the sight of her.
She wears a midnight blue dress that hugs her curvy frame, baroque lace over the block material around her body reaches to her collarbone and down her arms to show her skin. She turns from him slightly and he catches sight of the missing back of her dress, showing her sharp shoulder blades and arched back. He clears his throat, the tension in the air shifting from intense to lust.
She looks back at him and notices him looking down to the ground. "I get it, you know," she replies meekly, his eyes cautiously looking at him. "You feel like there's no person in the world that loves you or understands you. It's normal, it's human. It doesn't mean you turn in to a douche." He bites his lip to hold back harsh words before nodding. "True," he reluctantly agrees, "But as you can see I'm not doing that anymore." A playful smirk creeps up on her lips. "I'm too smart to be seduced by you," she tells him as she begins walking down the long hall with her heels echoing in the building. "That's why I like you," he throws back, locking the door before walking after her.
She tilts her head, stopping at a painting of a sleeping child with white blonde hair falling over her face. A light comes from her, fighting off the darkness around her as she dreams. "What do you think of this one?" He asks, coming to a stop behind her. "I think it's my favourite," she tells him with a smile on her face. "Why?" He prompts; this must be the tenth time this evening he's told her to explain the painting, always teaching her how to read it better and to not hold back with him.
"I- I like how the girl's innocence fights off the dark," Caroline explains, still looking at the painting. "She's asleep and so small - she's weak and vulnerable - but she's still fighting off all the darkness and misery that's around her because she's pure. There are eyes in the dark," she points to the very faint outlines of eyes, just a few shades lighter than the black, "That means someone is watching her but I don't know whether they're sinister or not. I mean, if they were a danger then they'd be more visible, wouldn't they? Like an angry red or something but they're more like a shadow that's too dark itself to save her but wants to keep her safe anyway."
He clears his throat slightly and she turns quick enough to see his eyes building with tears as he looks away from her and the painting. She looks for a name, but can't find one, and it clicks in her mind. "You're the shadow, aren't you?" She asks, slipping her hand in to his. "You painted it. The eyes are you watching over your sister." He nods and looks back to her, proud but apprehensive. "I love it. You don't need to explain anything to me, but just know that it's my favourite piece in here," she tells him with an honest smile.
"Our- Her father wasn't the best man," Klaus tells her, leading her to one of the benches and sitting with her, their hands still locked together. "Let me explain," he offers when she frowns confused by his correction. "My mother had an affair and I was born nine months later. Mikael, my step-father, beat me because he couldn't beat her. He loved her despite her affair. I took the beatings from aged five to eighteen. My older brothers would try and even my mother, but when she was pregnant she couldn't risk it. Finn, the eldest, kept her safe in her room and consoled her whilst Elijah tried to calm Mikael down. When Rebekah was little, she'd try to save me but then he'd only try to hurt her so I'd cover her or push her out of the room to stop her getting hurt. She learnt to just stay in her room eventually, coming down to find me beaten on the floor in one of the rooms. She'd curl up next to me and sleep with me until I regained consciousness and took her back to bed in case he found her."
"When I turned eighteen, I was taller and stronger than Mikael but still took the hits so that the others wouldn't. I left home after telling Rebekah and Kol that Mikael wouldn't hurt them. I was right. I moved to America without a penny to my name and was lucky enough to find Elijah. I'd had my last beating about two days before and I looked a mess. Nowhere else would take me in because they thought I was some sort of thug or something. Elijah took me in and helped me build a career. I didn't take to anything corporate, but I took an interest in acting. As my name became more known, Mikael became more bitter. He hated it so much he eventually drank himself to death and Rebekah and Kol could move over here to be with me without Mikael's wrath."
She moves closer and hugs him tightly around the waist from the side. "I- I don't understand how he could do that to you," she cries, closing her eyes and burying her face in his chest. "He was a monster," he tells her softly, wrapping his arms around her shoulders, hands splayed on her bare skin and sending tingles up her spin.
She eventually pulls back, kissing his cheek. "Wh- What was that for?" He stammers, making her smile. "For being honest," she shrugs shyly, "For telling me and trusting me." He nods and smiles, pulling her up with him. "Come on, we've to more to do," he murmurs, swiping his thumbs under her eyes gently with an amused look. "Sorry, but we can't have you looking like a panda when there's cameras everywhere." She laughs and shoves him away playfully, walking back to her bag and checking her makeup and wiping the mascara from the corners of her eyes before walking back over and taking his hand. "Lead the way," she breathes, looking in to his eyes and finding herself lost in the deep sea green of them.
She steps out of the bathrooms in her 'casual' clothes, annoyed that Katherine sneakily changed them in to her skinniest blue jeans and a yellow tank top with a forest green cardigan; her simple sexy outfit, according to the note. Yeah, no wonder why, Caroline thinks as she looks at the amount of cleavage on show and the tight, curve showing jeans. She can't even lift her arms up without her stomach coming out on show.
He doesn't look at her body though, just at the face she cleared of makeup, save for a little eyeliner and blush. He smiles at her, also changed in to a pair of jeans and a grey Henley that he's left unbuttoned to show his necklaces underneath. God, what is it with those necklaces? I just want to grab them and- NO! Bed, Caroline! NO! BAD, bad Caroline! FUCK! He offers her his arm and she gladly takes it, letting him take her to the surprise.
It's only ten pm when they arrive at a park, filled with sleeping flowers and street lights along the path with twinkling fairy lights tied between them so there are no dark parts to the open path. He takes her hand and her bag, smiling proudly as he pulls her off course in to the grassy area. "Klaus, where are we going?" She whines for the millionth time. "Hold on a minute," he chuckles, turning her around a tree to a flat area lit up.
She laughs with shock. A white tent lit up with golden fairy lights stands before them, put up in the branches of the trees around them. The flaps are open so she can see inside, a blanket set up with a picnic basket in the middle with cushions all around them.
"I was going to just do a normal picnic, but I don't think you'd appreciate the bugs that come out at night," he teases, tickling her as he pretends there are bugs on her. She giggles and shoves him away, only to have him catch her hand and walk inside the tent with him.
She realises that the material above them is clear, not letting bugs in but letting them see out. She lies back, pulling a cushion from the side and resting her head on it. She looks at the stars, thinking about what he told her back in the gallery and realising just how much faith he put in her to keep it to herself and how painful it must be to relive that time.
"My father left when me and Stefan were five and Damon was nine," she tells him, sitting up and leaning back as he pours two glasses of champagne, making her smile slightly thinking of how he sees this as a celebration of winning her over for a single date. "He tried to get custody of us, but he didn't have a lot of money at the time what with him disappearing to a different state and settling the divorce. Our mother had cheated on him with another man who moved in not long after dad left. This boyfriend, Bill, he- he was awful and Liz - our mother - couldn't see it. I was too young to understand what he was doing, but after a year of him living with us, he took a special interest in me."
She takes a drink of her champagne and looks over quickly to find him catching on. His hands are balled in to fists and his stoic face is betrayed by his furious eyes. "Damon walked in one day when Bill was alone with me and started screaming so loud that the neighbours called the police. Liz was distraught after finding out that he was grooming me and tried... you know." She looks down and he gently reaches over, tilting her face to look back at him.
"I don't think of you any differently, love," he whispers, "I admire your strength to tell me that." He leans over and presses a light kiss on her lips, pulling back before she can react to his soft, full lips on hers for the first time. She's never had a kiss so sweet and gentle before and she doesn't really know what to do with herself now.
"I barely remember it, but we were immediately sent to our father with Liz's money. She tries every year to contact us, but we all blame her because she knew he'd done that to his own kids that we never knew he had in Richmond. Our dad let us do whatever we wanted and taught me how to be out-going and bright again after Bill threw off my confidence and everything. That's how I became an actress; dad taking me to dance class then to singing lessons and I moved on to acting school. He was surprised I actually took a university course in Psychology, because I figured if I didn't make it as a singer then I would be something along those lines."
"That's a smart idea," he admits, "I actually graduated with a masters in Art History. I knew I'd always be creating art, so I pursued a career in acting with a back up as an artist." They begin eating, Chinese food from a restaurant nearby as they talk and laugh. She's truly never had such a great date and they have more in common than they thought. He's also a lot different to what they show him as in magazines, too.
He teases her relentlessly and compliments her endlessly throughout the evening, both finding common ground in being terrified of Katherine when she's angry. They talk about their siblings and she learns more about his brothers and sister whilst he learns more about Damon, the brother he hasn't been in contact with much. They trade childhood stories and teen tragedies, even delving in to their mistakes in romance
"Matt was my first boyfriend," she tells him. "Matt Donovan, the quarterback?" He asks impressed, earning a confused look. "Sorry, I've seen photos of you with him before in magazines," he shrugs shyly. "Yeah, we grew up together, he was heartbroken over Elena. We tried and failed miserably but we're still pretty good friends. Tyler Lockwood was the worst mistake of my life. He was such an ass, always trying to control me and tell me I couldn't see any other guys unless it was Stefan. He even tried to get me to stop seeing Damon because they didn't get along so I dumped him. Then he decided I was the love of his life and started stalking me. I had to get a restraining order and move apartments. Even Stefan changed his phone number because he'd get calls asking how I was and if I as ready to be with him again. It was a nightmare."
"I was in college," he tells her, "And there was this girl named Tatia Petrova. She was the best looking girl in the entire college and I was stupid and young and completely hooked. She found out that Elijah had a lot of money, began playing me to get to Elijah then started playing us both without us knowing. One night, I came home and heard Elijah getting it on with someone and I was about to leave when I realised I knew the voice. The bitch was on him, on our sofa and she looked right in to my eyes before finishing what she's started with him. She ran out on us and always manages to find me to try and seduce me again so she can get to the money. I swore off relationships, and that's sort of why I didn't do dating... until now. I guess I needed the right person to show me not all women are the devil incarnated."
"I bet Katherine didn't help with that mind set," she mutters, smiling when his deep laughter fills the tent. "No, she didn't really. The first time I met her was with Kol. We came back and they were getting rather close to taking each other's clothes off. I said to Kol that I thought Elijah was gay and she heard. She shoved Elijah off of her rather forcefully and looked me dead in the eye before saying, "he's not gay. Actually, he's an animal in the bedroom and ravished me six times on the sofa, four times on the stairs, eight times against the walls in various rooms and twelve times in the bedroom just this week and it's only Friday. Be very careful about what you say because you do not want me as an enemy." I couldn't look my brother in the eye for a week after being told all that."
They laugh until their stomachs hurt, tears coming from Caroline's eyes. "That is so... Katherine," she giggles, finally sitting up and wiping her eyes. He watches her until he can't take it anymore, leaning over and kissing her again. She makes a noise of surprise against his mouth, not expecting him to kiss her, but recovers quickly. Her hands cover his neck, pulling him closer as he cups her face with one hand with the other holding her waist.
A small click breaks them apart and he grabs a bread roll, launching it in to the dark blindly. She purses her lips when they hear a grunt, followed by a thud that tells them he hit the guy and knocked him down. She turns to him to find him doing the same, but instead of laughing she grabs his face and kisses him. He opens his mouth to her and wraps his arms around her as she shuffles closer. She teases his tongue with her own, a deep burning running through their skin as they touch and kiss with a building up emotion that neither want to name, as well as lust.
She pulls back for air, biting his bottom lip and looking at him with hooded eyes. A giggle escapes her when he growls and pulls her waist so she's against him, claiming her mouth once more as she runs her hands through his hair and down his back. He fists her curls in his hand and keeps her mouth against his as he ravishes her as best as he can with their clothes on. She knows with just this kiss that this isn't a relationship she's had before. Their kisses are wild and raw or gentle and lingering. There's no middle ground and she's worried about this being the best or worst thing for her because... what if it's the worst thing for her? But, then again, it might be the best thing for her and she's never had anyone kiss her so passionately before.
Her hands tug at his necklaces until their chests are flush together and his hand squeezes her ass in return. She moans in to his mouth as he breaks away from her and places open-mouthed kisses along her jaw, nibbling on her earlobe before sucking on her pulse point until she moans. The kiss was better than any sex he's ever had, even with Tatia when he thought he loved her. He whispers breathlessly in to her ear, "It's late, I should take you home before this gets any more... heated." She nods and pulls back, looking in to his eyes with her cheeks flushed and her lips swollen. She pecks his lips before standing up and collecting her bag and checking her phone.
"Uh-oh," she exclaims rather adorably, "It's past midnight and Katherine thinks I'm at yours... you know..." she trails off with a scrunched up face and he walks over, kissing her nose before looking at her message. If you're fucking that bastard then I will castrate him and make you eat his boiled balls. He laughs, even though he's terrified that she'll follow through with it. Caroline just sighs and takes his hand, asking what they'll do with the tent and stuff.
"I have a friend nearby that owes me a favour," he tells her with a shrug. "Why do all your friends owe you favours?" She asks amused. "Some of them needed a wingman to attract attention, some of them needed a loan or a lift or to borrow something. I help them out and they help me out," he tells her. "Hmm, very vague... Does that mean I owe you a date because you took me on a date, then?" She teases. "Now you've put the idea in my head, yes," he jokes, wrapping his arm around her with their fingers still locked together. She rolls her eyes but agrees in response as they walk back to the car.
Caroline enters her apartment, still dazed from the amazing kiss goodnight Klaus left her with. "Where have you been?" Katherine demands, standing with her hands on her hips in a pair of baggy pyjamas and rollers in her hair. Caroline holds back her laughter and shrugs. "Out," she responds, walking to her room amused. "Out? Out? It is one am and you were on a date with Klaus. Also, you're glowing with that annoying sunshine happiness you get when you're all googly eyed over a guy so spill!" Katherine hisses, trying not to wake Elijah in the room across the hall since she managed to convince him to stay over so she could see if Caroline came over.
"We didn't have sex, if that's what you're asking for," Caroline responds, pulling her clothes off and changing whilst Katherine sits on the bed with her back to her. "I mean, we kissed and it got a little crazy but he stopped and-"
"HE stopped?" Katherine squeaks, turning just Caroline pulls on a pair of shorts. "Yeah, he said he didn't want it to get more heated than it was. I was practically straddling him with his hands on my ass and... Urg, the kiss was better than sex, Kat! It was... I don't know. The first one was sudden and light and sweet because I told him about Bill and-"
"You told him about Bill?" Katherine gasps, looking at the blonde like she's grown two heads. "Well, he told me about his step-father and-" Katherine cuts her off again. "He told you about Mikael?" Caroline nods as she gets in to bed and waits for Katherine to stop hyperventilating. "So, anyway, then he kissed me again and it was more forceful but then we got snapped by the paps and he threw a bread roll at him that actually hit the guy and it was pitch black outside so you couldn't see much past the entrance of the tent but he got him with a bread roll and then we knew we were alone and I kissed him... That's when it got all... Unf," Caroline tells her, looking at her hands dreamily and remembering how perfectly their hands fit together.
Caroline then told Katherine about the rest of the night, from their almost argument at the beginning to the long, slow kiss outside the building that left her with weak knees. "You really like him, don't you?" Katherine smiles at her suddenly sleepy friend. "I really do," Caroline yawns before snuggling down. "Now, go back to Elijah before he thinks you're having some sordid affair with me." Katherine laughs before getting up and switching the light off, about to say goodnight when Caroline's eyes fall shut and she's dead to the world in slumber
"How did it go?" Elijah asks when Katherine slips back in to bed. "I am a genius," Katherine teases before giving him details. "She is changing him already. He stopped the kiss when it became too much and he didn't mess it up. She's got that dreamy look in her eyes when she really likes a guy. Also, by the sound of it, he really likes her too... More than she likes him, I'd say." Elijah nods and pulls her closer to him as she turns and spoons with him, loving how he's always the big spoon. "I hope so," Elijah mumbles tiredly, "Niklaus needs to find someone to settle with. He's not getting any younger." Katherine giggles quietly and soon enough the apartment is silent with sleeping people.
AN: Hope you didn't think I'm going too fast with this relationship or anything? Leave a review?