I know, I know. This update took forever. Sorry to have kept you all waiting for so long! I've been swamped with multiple papers and writing a speech this past few week. Anyway here's Chapter 4!
Klaus set a steaming mug in front of Caroline, smiling slightly as he turned around to pour steaming liquid into a second mug for himself.
Caroline inhaled the steam rising from her mug, the foreign scent filling her with an odd sense of peace.
"Where did you get this? It's not mine." She didn't recognize the scent and she knew every kind of tea hidden in her cabinets.
He smiled at her. "It's French. It's called Eros, c'est un thé noir parfumé." Klaus said in smooth French.
"I had Kol drop it off among other things last night." He further explained, bringing the mug to his lips and taking a slow, languid sip.
A rush ran through Caroline at the sound of French flowing easily from Klaus's mouth. She looked at him in surprise, taking in his appearance more closely.
He had changed his clothes during the night. His black Henley was gone, replaced with a collared shirt of a deep blue color.
Kol must have dropped that off for him too.
She hadn't even noticed the change until now. She chided herself for not being more observant.
"I like it." She said simply, shaking herself out of her own thoughts.
Caroline brought the mug to her lips, taking a small sip of the sweet, warm liquid, sighing as she felt it slide down her throat.
He watched her sip from her mug, his eyes catching and holding hers.
His eyes were so… blue…as blue as the ocean.
She could drown in those eyes.
Caroline put her mug down suddenly and the sound of it hitting the wooden counter broke the moment abruptly.
She shook herself, clearing her throat and looking down to the counter, avoiding his eyes.
He smiled at the blush creeping into her cheeks, taking another sip from his mug.
"So, you speak French?" Caroline asked after a few moments of comfortable silence, her mind traveling back to his rough voice caressing a French accent.
"Oui." He smiled at her. "Paris is beautiful. You would love it."
"I've always wanted to go."
Wistful images of the Eiffel tower, rich French foods, and quaint cafes flitted across her mind.
Caroline had asked her mom to take her to Paris years ago but they had never gone. Her mom had loved the idea and promised her that they would go during one of Caroline's school breaks but every time one had come around she had been swamped with work at the police station. After a few years Caroline had given up hoping.
"One day, I'll take you there." Klaus said softly, breaking her out of her reverie. "If you'll let me." He added, reminding himself that though he had the privilege to spend this time with her, she was not his.
She smiled at him and he smiled back, catching her eyes again.
It was times like these that she felt like she got to see the real Klaus, the one who is gentle, caring, and loving.
He was so strong yet he treated her as if she were made of porcelain, like she would break any second.
Well isn't that why he's here? She asked herself.
He was only here because she begged him, because she couldn't bear to be alone, because
Jeremy…
And Elena…
She couldn't finish the thought.
Klaus seemed to notice a change in her and set his mug down, walking around the counter to stand next to her.
He wrapped his strong arms around her, pulling her gently to his chest.
As the tears spilled over again, she didn't need to say anything. He knew.
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