Author's Note:

Sorry I haven't posted!

I've been super busy with school, my new puppy, and work, and I just got engaged!

Gah! :D

Anyways, thanks for all the love.

I promise I'll update as often as I can.

WARNING: This chapter contains smut.

Duh. It's called "honeymoon" for a reason!

"Paris?"

"No."

"Rome?"

"No."

"Tokyo."

He chuckled a little. "No."

Klaus and Caroline had been at this little guessing game for the past fifteen minutes. They were waiting to board a flight to who-knows-where. Klaus refused to reveal the location of their honeymoon, and upon arriving at the terminal, he compelled everybody who worked there to think that they had already confirmed with him where they were flying to. Caroline was completely in the dark.

"Why won't you just tell me?" She threw her arms up in frustration.

"Because it'll ruin the surprise, love," he replied with a smile.

Caroline was seriously annoyed now. She knew the only way to get him to tell her was to make him doubt in his ability to make her happy. "What if I don't like it?"

His smile fell. Nobody else would have noticed it. But Caroline had become an expert on all that was Klaus. She knew every inch of him, all of his little ticks, and she noticed every change in facial expression. She knew him so well she could guess his thoughts, and she was right most of the time.

"If you really don't find it one hundred percent to your liking, then we'll go somewhere else. Anywhere you want. Deal?"

Caroline crossed her arms over her chest and huffed like a little kid. "Fine," she grumbled. "How long until we board the stupid plane anyway?"

Klaus looked at his watch. "About an hour and a half longer."

"Ugh, that long? I'm taking a nap." She headed towards one of the empty seats in the terminal. Klaus sat down next to her, and she entwined her hand in his. It wasn't much longer before Caroline was asleep with her face in the crook of his neck.

She woke up three hours later in Klaus' lap.

"Good morning, sweetheart," said Klaus as he kissed her forehead.

She yawned and kissed his cheek. "Morning."

Caroline took in her surroundings for the first time and was pleasantly surprised. She was sitting on Klaus' lap, and he was sitting in a white leather seat inside a private jet. A flight attendant walked by with a silver platter of assorted liquors in one hand, and a platter of blood bags in the other.

"Mrs. Mikaelson, which drink would you like me to prepare for you today?"

Caroline started a bit. It was the first time that anybody had called her by her new name other than Klaus and the judge who married them, and she was still unused to hearing it. They had a very private ceremony in city hall; only they, Sheriff Forbes, Elijah, Rebekah, and of course, Aimee (who was officially under the watchful eye of all three of them for the duration of their honeymoon) had been there. Caroline had been unyielding in her demand for a small wedding. All her friends were either traveling or dead. She didn't exactly have anybody to invite, and neither did Klaus, so they settled on a lavish honeymoon instead. Klaus planned everything, and now here they were, on their way to some surprise destination.

"Just a blood bag for me, please," she replied.

"Preference?"

"Umm...?"

Klaus answered for her. "AB negative please."

The stewardess opened the blood bag and poured it into a champagne glass.

"Thank you," they said together. The stewardess walked away with a nod. Klaus half smiled at her with a little glimmer in his eye. Caroline smiled down at the glass in her hand and her eyes lingered on her ring finger. She leaned forward to examine it for the millionth time that day, taking a thoughtful sip of blood as she did so. It truly was a beautiful ring. A big, beautiful, sparkly ring that took up almost her entire knuckle, and it was perfect.

She looked up to find her husband's eyes still on her. Or rather, on her body. Caroline had not noticed that her V-neck sweater had almost completely exposed her breasts, but Klaus certainly had. He was looking straight down her top, not even bothering to be sneaky about it. He tightened his hold around her waist and hooked one of his thumbs into her jeans, rubbing her hip bone. She let out a quiet moan and almost forgot about the glass of blood in her hand. She spilled a little, and it landed right on the swell of her breasts.

Klaus' eyes turned yellow, his fangs extending as he tipped his head forward, languidly cleaning off the blood with his tongue.

Caroline moaned, louder this time, and fisted her hands into his hair, pushing him lower, closer to her nipple.

Klaus bit into her and drank, exposing his neck for her to do the same. Caroline took the hint and sank her fangs into him without hesitation. He groaned in ecstacy and moved his hand lower into her pants, rubbing her core through the thin lacy fabric of her bridal thong. He felt the wetness pooled there, and his already hard cock twitched.

"Caroline…" He stopped feeding on her, and licked at the wounds he inflicted on her supple breast until he felt them starting to heal.

"Mmm… yes?" she wispered into his ear.

"I'm about to fuck you until you scream."

She started to moan, but was cut off by a hand around her throat.

"Shh, now, Caroline. I didn't say you could do that, did I?"

She shook her head, the anticipation building in between her thighs. She knew what was coming, and she knew it would be amazing, so long as she did everything he told her.

"You'll do what I say, right, Caroline?"

"Yes," she whimpered.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, master."

He smiled at her and let go of his grip on her neck. "Good. Now wait here." Klaus got up and walked into the pilot's cabin and pushed the autopilot button, causing the two pilots and the stweardess to look at him. He started back, his pupils starting to dilate.

"You will keep on doing what you're doing now, and you will not hear anything outside this door."

They nodded and he walked out.

Caroline was sitting in the seat where he was, her legs crossed together very tightly. He could smell her arousal and longed to bury himself in her.

All in good time, he reminded himself.

Klaus sat across from her with one ankle resting on the opposite kneee, hands clasped behind his head. "Take off your clothes, Caroline. All your clothes."

She stripped slowly, loving the way his eyes devoured her.

"Good. Now crawl over to me."

She lowered herself on hands and knees and crawled to him, never taking her sight off the tent that had formed in his pants. When she was close enough, Kalus grabbed her by her hair and buried her face in his crotch. "Mmm… Good, Caroline. Now, take me in your mouth."

Caroline couldn't move fast enough. She became frustrated with the buttons on his jeans and settled on simply ripping them off. She took him, moving ever so slowly, until she felt the tip of his cock hitting the back of her throat. Klaus shuddered and grabbed Carollines hair again, forcing her to move faster up and down his length until he was about to cum.

Caroline looked up, begging him with her eyes to let her finish him off.

"All in good time, love."

He picked up Caroline by her hips and pushed them against a wall, rubbing his cock along her entrance.

"You're so wet, Caroline…"

She could only moan in response.

"Is this all for me?"

She nodded furiously, trying to force herself onto him, but his grip was like a vice.

"Do you want me to fuck you?"

"Yeeeessss," She moaned.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, master. Please fuck my pussy."

And with that, Klaus slammed her down onto him, filling her to the hilt.

He set a fast rhythm, loving the sound of her ass slapping onto him.

Their orgasms were coming on quickly, they both knew.

Klaus slammed into her harder, faster, making her scream.

"Fuck… Caroline… You're so tight…"

They came together and bit each other's necks at the same time, prolonging the pleasure.

Klaus and Caroline collapsed into a heap on the floor, sweaty and bloody, just as the plane was beginning its descent. Caroline shot up and began rummaging through one of her many suitcases for some clothes. Klaus just relaxed and watched, loving the way her body looked. He dressed right before they touched down, and was barely finishing up the last buttons on his shirt when the captain walked in.

"Mr. and Mrs. Mikaelson, welcome to Monaco."

Caroline jumped onto his back as he instinctively reached backwards to hold her up by her thighs. "Just wait until we get to the hotel, Klaus," she whispered in his ear. "You're mine."

"I always have been, sweetheart."