Hello everyone! So it's me again. I come with a new chapter. First, I would like to thank each and every one of you who reviewed/followed/favorited/read this story. Seriously, the support on this has been wonderful. Second, I would like to dedicate this to Lorena (fangirlcurse on tumblr) because I teased her about it a lot. And Lia (klaraholic) because I can. And Yana ((queenofklaroline) because this is the kind of fluff she will like. I just know it.

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Warning: This is super fluffy with a side of smut.

Enjoy!


"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Klaus asks irritably as he slides his arm into the sleeve of his white dress-shirt.

"What do you mean?" Caroline frowns from her place on the bed, typing away at her laptop.

"This 'interview'... Maybe it's not the best idea" he sighs, his long, slender fingers shakily buttoning-up his shirt.

At his unnerved tone, Caroline's eyes snap to his face, her frown deepening at the look of unease coloring his features.

"What are you talking about?" she gently inquires, pushing her computer off of her lap and walking towards him "You've been waiting for this since the first time you showcased your work".

"But what if I'm not ready for this? what if my work is not good enough yet and he turns me down?" he breathes.

Her eyes soften at his nervousness. She places soothing hands on his shoulders, absentmindedly rubbing comforting circles in an attempt to relax his stiff posture, a gesture that he encourages when he places his hands on her waist, seeking her touch. Ever so rarely has she seen Klaus this agitated. He would normally go out of his way to show everyone how inadequate they are compared to his magnificent talent. And while she whole-heartedly agrees that he is the best artist she has ever known, rolling her eyes at him every once in a while never hurt. However, today, that's not the case. He's been fidgeting and stressing over everything since the morning. His laid-back attitude seemed to shatter as the appointment drew closer. And Caroline, being her usual perceptive self when it comes to Klaus, did not point out the oddness of his manner, opting to wait for him to open up to her when he is ready.

"Nik, why would you say that?" she whispers "You're an amazing artist. You're so good that the owner of Chicago's biggest, most well-known gallery came to you and asked you if you were interested in showcasing your paintings in his gallery. Why are you so nervous about this?"

He inhales deeply, briefly closing his eyes before answering her "It's just that... Since the last time he saw my work, it has changed. It's more lighthearted and filled with ... love" hesitantly, almost shyly which is rather uncharacteristic of him, he speaks, avoiding her eyes and staring down at the floor instead.

Caroline grins, greatly entertained by who appears to be a kicked puppy rather than her Klaus "You mean the same kind of work that you won't allow me to see?"

He chuckles, looking back up at her radiant blue eyes "It's supposed to be a surprise for you. I am hoping you get to see them all at once in the grand opening"

"Which is what will happen. People don't like your paintings because they're dark, Nik, they like them because you can deliver emotions through them. That's what makes them so special" she assures him, her hands resting on the sides of his neck.

He smiles at her widely, looking every bit the love-sick fool that he feels like as he leans in to peck her lips.

"But that's not gonna happen if you keep him waiting in your studio".

Pulling away from him, she reaches for the tie that he's left haphazardly strewn over the bed and goes about fixing it around his neck. He watches her amusedly as she concentrates her attention on getting the perfect knot, intrigued by the ghost of a smile on her lips. She looks as though she is sharing a secret with herself.

"How did I manage to put that smile on your face?" Klaus asks, his tone teasing.

She giggles, ducking her head slightly as she contemplates whether or not she should tell him "OK, I'm going to tell you a little story and you have to promise not to laugh at me" she says, her eyes darting to his tie to avoid his smirk in a vain attempt to hide the blush that crept up her cheeks.

"I can't promise that, love" his gin widens.

She rolls her eyes before speaking softly, the smile evident in her tone "Ever since I was a little girl, I always saw that one scene in romantic movies where the guy is fumbling with his tie and the woman he loves just swoops in and fixes it. I've always dreamed of that scene. I don't know what I found so special about it. Maybe it was the intimacy in the gesture or something. And when I told my dad about my little fantasy, he let me do his tie every day until I perfected it." she pauses, fixing the collar of his shirt, and smoothing the fabric over his shoulders where her hands rest "I haven't exactly gotten around to doing that before. You just made one of my silly fantasies come true".

When she looks up at him, she expects to see him holding back laughter at her confession. Yet, when her blue eyes meet his, there's nothing but absolute enchantment in his blue orbs. They swarm with love and adoration, making her breath hitch and her heart beats to accelerate.

He draws her closer by her waist, intent on keeping her pressed against him for as long as she would allow him.

"How do you do that, Caroline?" he whispers.

"Do what?"

"Make me love you even more just when I think I cannot possibly fall into you any deeper".

Caroline has no time to reply, or to recover from her shock at the sincerity of his words, for his lips come crashing down on hers, painfully desperate but exceptionally gentle. Her heart soars at the way he kisses her, as though trying to convey every single emotion that he cannot muster up the courage to utter into one kiss. Her knees go weak, her head starts to spin, and her mind is filled with him, surrounding her, touching her, kissing her.

It is not until, regretfully, they have to breathe that he pulls away. And it is then that they remember the important appointment he has.

He starts to reluctantly pull away when her hold on him tightens "I have to say that seeing you in a suit is incredibly sexy" her seductive tone is barely above a whisper.

He groans in a mixture of pleasure and irritation "If only I can make another fantasy of yours become a reality right this instant. But if I don't leave right this instant, I will be late"

"I guess it'll have to wait until tonight then." she pouts, releasing a dramatic sigh.

She pulls away to retrieve his jacket and help him into it "I have to say it will be a very long wait."

"It will be longer for me" he murmurs, for the first time truly cursing his meeting, especially when she begins walking around the room, collecting his discarded sweat-pants with an extra sway to her hips. He knows that she is doing that only to torment him. Caroline would never bend over to retrieve his clothing. She would scold him about how messy he can be and force him to rearrange his closet so that things look more attainable. And although he would never admit it to her, he does enjoy having everything within reach rather than needing to look for it in a pile of mess. Of course her attempt to keep his closet tidy is useless, since it just goes back to its messy glory two days later.

Shaking his head to snap out of his musings he heads for the door, hoping that the sudden attack of sexual images would subside on his way to the meeting.

"Oh, Klaus" Caroline calls after him, running to the hallway "We're having dinner with Rebekah and Stefan tonight to celebrate your success"

"But..." he starts only for her to cut him off.

"Because that serious dude will fall in love with your paintings and beg you to have them showcased at his gallery. And because my matchmaking plan isn't quite done yet. And most importantly, because you and Stefan haven't talked in three weeks and it's getting ridiculous."

He sighs, submitting to his fate. When Caroline puts her mind into something there is no running away from it "As you wish sweetheart"

"Great!" she beams. Closing the distance between them she gives him one last chaste kiss before seeing him off with a "good luck"


"Oh for the love of all that's holy would you, please, stop pacing!" Rebekah scowls, glaring at who she is sure would be her sister-in-law sooner or later.

"I can't! He's running late and it's driving me crazy!" Caroline huffs, running her hands down her face.

Rebekah, rolling her eyes, returns to painting her nails red "Would you please calm down? You look worse than eight-months-pregnant Katherine" she nonchalantly points out. Exceedingly, she is losing interest in the whole conversation.

"I just can't help it" Caroline slumps into the couch next to Rebekah causing the cushions to bounce and, consequently, for Rebekah to lose her impeccable aim.

"Very graceful, Caroline" Rebekah mocks.

Childishly, Caroline sticks her tongue out at Rebekah who answers her with a scoff.

They sit in silence for a moment, with Rebekah fixing the damage that's been done to her nails and Caroline chewing away at her own.

"What if it didn't go well?" Caroline blurts.

"It went well" Rebekah answers with fake calmness.

"But what if it didn't? What if he gets depressed and goes to a bar and gets drunk? What if he leaves the bar drunk and gets into a car accident and breaks his spine? Or worse, what if he meets a hot red-head and they have a drunken one-night stand? Oh my God he's cheating on me!"

"Caroline Forbes, if you do not calm the fuck down right this instant I will tie you to a chair and tape your mouth until my annoying brother makes a bloody appearance" exasperates Rebekah, her tone rising with each word she utters "He's probably charmed the brains off of that bloody fool who wants to view his bloody paintings. And now they're chatting together like the best of friends because that's what my brother does. He charms people. You, of all people, should know that. Now will you stay quiet or will I have to follow through with my threat?"

Caroline's eyes widen at the sneer across Rebekah's face. She gulps down, nodding her head at Klaus's temperamental sister. It is in moments like these that she is reminded that they're siblings. And she realizes why they bicker all the time.

"I'll be good" Caroline nervously says.

"Good".

Several moments of silence later, the door bursts open. At the sudden noise, Caroline jumps, until her eyes catch Klaus with the largest grin plastered across his face. She rises from the couch to pounce at him amidst a stream of squeals and smiles. He catches her easily, his own laughter echoing through the hallway of his apartment, the one that Caroline's been staying in for far too long that she's almost forgotten what her apartment looks like.

"When will he be showcasing your work?" Caroline asks once she pulls away from him slightly.

"Within two weeks." Klaus announces excitedly, his bright smile mirroring hers "He fell in love with the paintings, Caroline, he said he likes them even more than my old ones"

"See? I told you" she grins, fighting the urge to start doing her very embarrassing happy dance.

"I know" he laughs, sounding more like an over-excited teenager rather than himself.

For a few moments, they stare at each, Rebekah and the whole world vanishing into nothing around them. Then his lips meet hers in a heated kiss. They kiss with no restraints, forgetting all reservations and indulging the momentary bliss as their tongues dwell together. A bliss that, soon, gets interrupted by a snarling Rebekah,

"For heaven's sake when have you turned this sappy, Nik?" Rebekah wrinkles her nose in disgust.

"It's so good to see you, sister" Klaus scoffs.

"You, too, brother" she gives him her best fake smile "If you two insist on this overly explicit display of affection, I will be heading home to a bottle of wine and a box of pizza"

Klaus is about to nod his approval with a side of snide remark when Caroline interrupts him hurriedly "Oh no! Stefan is going to be here any minute and we'll go out to celebrate!"

Klaus grunts his annoyance "Is that really necessary, love? I'd love nothing more than to just stay here and spend the night with you"

"Yes" Caroline states firmly, shooting him a warning glare and a pointed finger "It's very necessary. This is your day! We have to celebrate your achievement"

Klaus shakes his head lightly. However can she manage to make him agree to anything she wants? "Alright, sweetheart".

"Great! I'll go get ready" Caroline grins.

"I need to change, too" Klaus speaks.

"No! You're staying in that suit" Caroline protests with a playful smile as she skips back to his bedroom where she has invaded half of his closet.

When Klaus looks back at his sister who is casually lounging across the couch, he rolls his eyes at the amused expression stretched across her face.

"You sound so whipped, Nik" she snorts.

He is saved from having to answer by the door opening and Stefan Salvatore strolling in.

"Wow, Nik really should lock his door-" his laughter is cut-short by the sight of said Nik glaring at him with his arms folded across his chest.

"Hi" Stefan greets sheepishly.

"Stefan" Klaus nods coldly before proceeding to sit in the armchair, his stare fixated still on the other man.

"So..." Stefan begins, taking small steps towards the couch where Rebekah is residing. She watches the two of them with the barely leashed urge to slap them across their faces then bang their heads together and be done with their absurd fight.

"How did the meeting go?" he finally adds once he is safely seated next to Rebekah.

"Terrific" comes Klaus's brief retort.

"Oh that's great" replies Stefan awkwardly "When is the big opening?"

"In two weeks" Klaus answers dryly still.

"Ugh would you two stop it!" Rebekah snaps, shocking both men with her outburst "You're both being absolutely silly! Look at you acting like children! What is the matter with you? Can't you just apologize and be done with this fight like two mature adults?"

"But he is the one who should apologize" Klaus objects "He insulted me and acted like I was some sort of a predator who wanted to prey on Caroline. It's like he doesn't know me at all!"

"I'm not going to apologize for the fact that I was looking out for my friend!" Stefan yells, shooting up from his seat "I was protecting Caroline and if you care about her half as much as you say you do, you'd be the first one to appreciate it"

Klaus, too, rises to his full height "There you go again, pretending like I never cared for Caroline, like I do not love her more than anything in this world, myself included." he shouts back, before his voice drops to a calm taunts as he adds "I just want to understand why you are so insistent on undermining me or my feelings. Could it possibly be that you are in love with her and feel guilty about it so that's the story you tell yourself when you go to sleep at night? That I'm no good for her, that I do not love her, that I just want to use her?"

"What?" Stefan exclaims in disbelief "What the hell is wrong with you? Caroline is like my sister, she's always been like a sister to me. That's why I look out for her, especially from assholes like you and because she decides to fall for the asshole of all people"

Klaus is so close to punching Stefan again, but Rebekah interjects. The blonde stands up, too, placing herself between the two men. Without giving it another thought she smacks both of their heads.

"Ouch" Stefan mouths, annoyed "what was that for?"

"For sounding like an idiot. Because you both sound like idiots" she scolds "You" she points a finger at a stunned Stefan "have no business meddling in Caroline's choices and thinking that you can just go around interrogating her boyfriends. And I know, I know, it's some kind of a twisted Testosterone show men have going on, but he's your friend. He's one of your best friends, and you're being an absolute ars to him because of some unfounded assumptions about what you presume to be something you're well-informed of. Stop being judgmental and be supportive. He loves her and if you fail to see this, you need to get your vision checked."

"And you" she turns to Klaus who only moments ago had a smug smirk on his face "stop acting like you wouldn't do the exact same thing if the roles were reversed if not more! You just made the whole situation worse by acting like your stubborn, temperamental, twelve-years old self. It's a stupid fight that involves two extremely stupid men that I do not know why Caroline and I bother to associate ourselves with!".

"That's true" Caroline says firmly from the doorway of Klaus's bedroom, drawing everyone's attention to her. She saunters into the living room, Klaus's eyes hungrily following her frame clad in a skin-tight, short, red dress "And if you two don't make up and start acting like decent human beings right now, Rebekah and I are leaving to have a wonderful girls' night out while you two will be forced to stay here in awkward silence until you get over yourselves" she demands, folding her arms across her chest.

Stefan rubs his eyes agitatedly while Klaus mutters something about the women in his life pushing him around.

"So?" Caroline orders with a raised eye brow.

"I'm sorry that I was an ass to you, Nik. I should've, at least, given you the benefit of the doubt before accusing you of all those horrible things" Stefan begins guiltily.

"You have to understand, Stefan, that I'm very much aware of the fact that I do not deserve Caroline, but I'll do my utmost best to always make her happy." Klaus says quietly.

Caroline ignores the tug in her chest at Klaus's words. She wants to tell him that he's wrong, that she doesn't care about what anyone thinks or claim to know about him, that he is everything to her, but holds back, wanting Stefan and Klaus to get this nonsense over with.

"I understand" Stefan nods.

"And I'm sorry for reacting like... how did you put it Rebekah?" he turns to his sister with a teasing glint in his eyes.

"Like your stubborn, temperamental, twelve-years old self." Rebekah says with a roll of her eyes that is accompanied by a slight smile.

"Right, like my stubborn, temperamental, twelve-years old self".

Stefan chuckles "I kind of deserved it"

"You kind of did" Klaus agree with a smirk.

"OK now we can go eat!" Caroline cheerfully says.

"Yes, please, I'm bloody starving" Rebekah says, following Caroline to the door with the men behind them.

Once the blondes step foot outside the apartment, they hear Klaus and Stefan laughing over something that one of them has said while continuing to chat enthusiastically as if nothing never has happened to begin with.

"Men are so stupid" Caroline rolls her eyes.

"And yet we love them" Rebekah says disbelievingly.


The foursome heads to one of Klaus's favorite restaurants, Caroline still trying hard to convince everyone that this is merely a celebration of Klaus's success rather than her trying to push Stefan and Rebekah into each other's arms. Klaus groans when she pulls him back to walk next to her as they stroll into the restaurant which pushes Rebekah and Stefan together.

"Don't you think you're being too obvious about this, love?" Klaus murmurs.

"It's about time they took a hint" she shrugs.

He smirks at her "Have I ever told how much I love it when you go into planning mode".

She giggles "And have I ever told you that I love it when you try to get me all hot and bothered in public?".

"What are you two kittens whispering about?" Rebekah asks over her shoulder with an incredulous look.

"Nothing" Caroline innocently answers, pulling back slightly from Klaus. How do they manage to always end up glued together is beyond her. It's like their bodies have minds of their own and they cannot control them when they seek out each other.

Stefan shoots them a skeptical glance before following the waitress to their table, Klaus and Caroline right behind them.

"You look absolutely mouth watering, my love" Klaus whispers in her ear, his hand pressing at the small of her back "I can hardly wait until we're back home so that I can peel this distracting dress off of your glorious body and ravish you until you cannot use your legs anymore"

Her eyes widen at his coarse words.

We are in public, she glares.

I do not care, he smirks.

Her attempt, however, to hide the effect of his sexy voice painting images in her mind that made her want to slam him against the nearest surface and have her way with him, fails when his thumb draws a circle on her lower back that makes her shiver. Damn him for knowing exactly how to set her body aflame. When they finally arrive at their table with him pulling her chair out for her, Caroline is certain that she cannot hold out until the end of the evening. And since Klaus still has that half-crooked, smug smirk on his face, she is all too willing to give him a taste of his own medicine. Who knows? It might end up fun for both of them.

Two can play this game Klaus-smug-Mikaelon.

The conversation easily flows between the four friends, alternating between normal chit-chat to the latest development of Klaus's achievement. All the while, though, the dimpled British man barely contributes to the conversation. Instead he sits in a rather rigid posture and continues to shoot annoyed glares at Caroline who answers them with innocent, inquiring glances. Under the table, her hand continues to draw circles along his thigh, wandering from his knee then all the way up, only to repeat the motion. She lets her fingers graze his crotch lightly causing him to grit his teeth, all the while without so much as flinching.

Her movements stop for a moment at a particular question. Stefan asks Klaus about the date of the opening.

"Twenty second of March" comes Klaus's forced reply.

"Oh" Caroline frowns, her movements halting.

"Oh?" the three ask in unison.

"It's just that I am planning a wedding on the twenty second" she admits, worrying her lower lip with her teeth.

"You can't make it?" Klaus asks, tone implying just how disappointed he is with the turn of events.

Caroline shakes her head lightly, giving him a small smile "I'll make it, just have to tell Emily to handle the actual ceremony. I'll have everything set-up and ready, my presence won't be needed anyways"

"Good" Klaus gives her a relieved smile.

A few seconds later, she goes back to the slow torture she's been bestowing on him. Only this time he decides to retaliate. His own hand rest along her thigh, making her jump slightly at the unexpected contact. But unlike her, he doesn't play fair. His hand sneaks beneath her dress and all the way up to slide under her panties and cup her heat. He smiles deviously at how wet he finds her. His fingers move along her slit, rubbing light circles over her clit. Caroline's caressing motions along Klaus's thigh halt to be replaced by her clawing at his skin. She tries her best to keep her face neutral when he puts a little more pressure on her clit, but one look at Rebekah's confused expression across the table, is enough to tell her that she is failing miserably.

At that, she wrenches her hand that has been clawing at his thigh ever since he's begun to touch her and uses it to halt his movements. One look at her warning stare and he understands, withdrawing his hand. As soon as she has her dress back down her thighs she shoots up from her place with a murmured "Excuse me", bolting in the direction of the restrooms.

The remaining three sit in awkward silence for a few moments, Klaus looking agitated, Rebekah and Stefan seeming skeptical. That is before he, too, shoots up from the seat and runs off after Caroline without so much as an apology.

He doesn't even bother to check if anyone is paying attention to him as he heads straight into the ladies' restroom where he hardly closes the door before he's being slammed against it and attacked by his lovely Caroline. She kisses him furiously, earning a gasp f surprise that allows her to push her tongue into his mouth. Taking hold of his jacket collar, she pulls him flush against her, feeling the bulge in his pants pressing against her stomach delightfully. He can do nothing but reciprocate her enthusiasm with one of his own, kissing her back with all the ferocity she would allow him and encircling her waist with his arms to trap her body to his. Only when they both need to breathe does she pull away from his mouth to trace kisses along his jaw stopping by his ear to whisper seductively,

"It's not nice to tease"

"Says the woman who's been tormenting me since she put on that ridiculously tight dress" he retorts, the sarcasm in his tone waning when she begins nipping at his neck, turning his sentence into a groan.

She smirks against his skin, undoing his tie and the first a few buttons of his shirt to get her fill of his skin. He growls when she bites at his pulse point, leaving a mark there before soothing it with her tongue.

"You have teased me far too much, Caroline" he hisses, grasping her head, he pulls her lips back to his roughly, and it is her this time, who has to submit to his kisses as they swallow her whole. One of his hands tangle in her hair, fisting the blonde curls while the other stays firmly at her hips, pulling her body against his. Wrapping both arms around his neck, she grinds their hips together, causing him to bite her lower lip lightly in response. She lets out a breathy moan that becomes his undoing. His hands glide to her hips, lifting her by her ass off of the ground. She obliges, her legs circling his waist until he's backed them up to the marble counter where he places her. He wastes no time hiking her dress up her legs until her black thong is revealed to him. He slides that down her legs, wanting to feel her heat desperately.

Caroline makes a noise of protest when he thrusts two fingers into her without warning.

"No time" she pants, her hands working on his belt "I need you inside me right now"

Succeeding with her task, she pushes his pants and boxers down his thighs, freeing his erection. He grasps her ass, squeezing lightly as he drags her to the edge, thrusting into her in one quick motion.


"You do know that they're doing it in the bathroom right now, don't you?" Stefan comments casually as he continues to look over his menu.

"Of course I do" Rebekah snorts "They didn't even wait for the champagne."

"Rude" Stefan chuckles.

"They were copping a feel of each other under the table. Idiots thought they were being subtle" she grimaces.

"Even more rude" Stefan sighs.

A few minutes of silence pass between them as they both idly look through the menu.

"What do you say we ditch them?" Stefan proposes casually, putting down the menu that he's memorized by now.

"I say that's a terrific idea" Rebekah grins.


On the other side of the restaurant, Klaus is pounding furiously into Caroline with a stream of musical moans encouraging his movements. He buries his face in her neck, kissing and licking his way to her collarbone. His tongue dips between her breasts making her shiver in his hold. She pulls his face back to hers to kiss him as she feels her release on the horizon. And from the ragged breaths dancing across her lips, the sloppiness of his kiss and the sweat beads forming on his forehead, she knows that he is close, too.

One of his hands travels from her hip to press his thumb against her swollen clit. She cries out in response, her nails digging into his back through the fabric of his suit jacket. Sinking himself into her one more time sends her flying over that delicious edge, shaking and moaning in his embrace. She doesn't even register his erratic pounding or the trembling of his body as he becomes undone with hot white bliss and buries his head in the crook of her neck.

They do not move from their inappropriate position, trying to catch their breaths instead.

"Did I fulfill another fantasy of yours, love?" Klaus teases with a smirk.

Caroline giggles, a light blush creeping up her already flushed cheeks "Sort of".

"Really?" his eyebrows shoot up to his hairline "You've always wanted to have steamy, inappropriate sex in the restroom of a fancy restaurant?"

She shrugs with a sly smile "Yes. But that fantasy only included you with me"

He growls, his cock twitching at the thought.

Whatever retort he has is interrupted when the door opens. They both freeze at the sight of an old lady stepping into the restroom. She, too, freezes for a fraction of a moment. But only a fraction of a moment.

"Lucky lad" she begins casually, slowly walking to one of the stalls "My husband could never convince me to do it with him in a public place. But then again my husband wasn't as good-looking as you. You're a lucky girl, dear. And I would say use protection but it would be outrageous to deprive the world of kids who would be as handsome as the product of you two" she reaches the first stall only to stop briefly "Don't mind me, kids, I'll just be here answering nature's call".

She disappears behind the door, leaving the flabbergasted couple looking in the direction of where she stood seconds ago, too shocked to move.

"What she said about protection..." Klaus breaks the silence.

"I'm still on the pill" Caroline rolls her eyes. Of course, that would be the only part to stand out for him.


So there you have it! What do you guys think?

IMPORTANT: On a scale from one to hell yeah, is it a good idea to bring Klaus's biological father into the picture? I have a decent storyline for that, and if the majority finds it a good idea, I'll go for it. I think it would be fun and cute to see this. But what do you guys think? Tell me in that little box below or hit my askbox on tumblr (lostheart95) You know that I love hearing from you ;)

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