"SEVEN DATES"
Fan Fiction story / Season 3
By: Lovely Vero
Starring:
Klaus & Caroline
Matt & Rebekah
Chapter 4
"Bonjour Paris!"
Songs inspiration:
Klaus & Caroline: La vie en Rose – Edith Piaf
Because we can (CanCan song) – Moulin Rouge soundtracks
Rebekah & Matt: Rihanna / We find love in the hopeless place
Des yeux qui font baisser les miens
Eyes that make (me) lower mine
Un rire qui se perd sur sa bouche
A laugh that loses itself on his mouth
Voilà le portrait, sans retouche, de l'homme auquel j'appartiens
Behold the portrait without retouching of the man to whom I belong
Quand il me prend dans ses bras
When he takes me in his arms
Il me parle tout bas
He speaks to me softly
Je vois la vie en rose
I see life in pink (or - Life is wonderful)
Il me dit des mots d'amour
He utters words of love to me
Des mots de tous les jours
Everyday words
Et ça me fait quelque chose
And it touches me
Il est entre dans mon coeur, une part de bonheur
A share of happiness has entered my heart
Dont je connais la cause
Whom I know the cause
Quand il me prend dans ses bras
When he takes me in his arms
Il me parle tout bas
He speaks to me softly
Je vois la vie en rose
I see life in pink (or - Life is wonderful)
Il me dit des mots d'amour
He utters words of love to me
Des mots de tous les jours
Everyday words
Et ça me fait quelque chose
And it touches me
Il est entre dans mon coeur, une part de bonheur
A share of happiness has entered my heart
Dont je connais la cause
Whom I know the cause
C'est toi pour moi, moi pour toi dans la vie
It's you for me, me for you, in this life
Il me l'a dit l'a juré pour la vie
He told me so, swore it for life
Et dès que je t'aperçois
And as soon as I see him
Alors je sens en moi mon coeur qui bat
Well I feel my heart beating inside me
La vie en Rose, from the one and only: Edith Piaf
Klaus pushed a falling strand of Caroline's blond hair behind her left ear, while caressing her cheek with the tip of his fingers. She startled in her sleep before turning her head away from his caresses while moaning sounds of pleasure. He took the opportunity to raise the blanket on her chest and shoulders, before turning his sight toward the porthole of the plane, near his sitting position.
It was a night without any moon to illuminate its darkness, the black sky made him feel at ease with the most obscure parts of himself. He had always loved to travel when the sky was this dark…It suited for some strange reasons his bad temperament.
"Sir, can I offer you a drink?" A sexy blonde, tall, flight attendant asked him while bending her upper body in top of Caroline's, showing her low and deep neckline to his eyes, before making Klaus smile even more at her failing attempt to seduce him.
"Whisky" He replied, politely to her.
"And for your…Mm…Lady friend who's sleeping?" She asked more, while staring at Caroline with a disdain look and a hint of jealousy in her eyes.
"Not at the present moment." He added, while narrowing his eyes, before waving one finger at her. "Could you bend nearer to me, Helene…It's your name isn't it, sweetheart?" He asked, while calling the young woman by her name tag before staring into her eyes.
"Yes…." She nodded in affirmation, while bending her upper body nearer his, in a suggestive way.
He forcefully grabbed her left forearm, while raising his chin and staring into her eyes, making her startled in fear and moaning sounds of pain under his firm grip.
"Now, you're really starting to get on my last nerve, and when I am like this, I never know what I will do…So…" He started to explain, before adding while compelling her. "I suggest that you go make my drink, bring it back to me, and then leave us alone for the all duration of the flight, do you understand me?"
"Yes" The flight attendant nodded her head in complete approval, before turning on herself, and directing her steps toward the small kitchenette, while closing the curtains behind her.
Klaus turned his head to the right to take one last look at Caroline, while raising his hand to caress her hair, one last time. He hated the way this mortal woman had look with disdain and ignorance at his muse. He would have snapped her head in a second, if they were not in a commercial flight. But, unfortunately, he could not risk making any kind of troubles, Caroline was too special to him, full of life, beautiful, fearless, and at this present moment, she was sleeping like a baby with no worries in her mind. Though, he knew that when she would wake up, she would probably give him a piece of her mind, and be angry as hell at him. He shrugged and smirked, while thinking that it was a chance that he was willing to take to obtain what he wanted, and what he wanted more than anything was to be in Paris with Caroline.
The gentle hum sound of the engine had helped Caroline to sleep. She blinked her eyes several times, before slowly waking up, stretching her arms above her head, while turning her head to the left, and practically jumping out of her skin while noticing the dark night through the porthole of a plane.
Where was she? She pushed the blanket away from her chest, before frantically opening the buckle off her seat belt, rising on her feet, while passing a nervous hand through her tangled hair. She lowered her sight to look at her clothes. She was dressed with what she could remember wearing the last time that she was conscious: a pair of skinny jeans, a grey t-shirt, high boots, a colourful scarf, and a jeans coat.
She scattered the entire cabin, to what seemed to be at first sight, the First class of an airplane: luxurious leather seats, high tech plasma TV screen, spacious space, but, not a single passenger sitting in the front, in the back, or on the side' seats of her own sitting position. She, slowly, took a few walking steps, while following the illuminated small alley between the seats. She shook her head in complete disbelief, before holding her pace, and finally remembering the previous events in rapid flash images in her mind. She closed her fists in anger, while raising her sight into the one of Klaus who was standing in the alley, in front of her view.
"What did you do to me?" She asked, angrily, while raising her chin in the air and grabbing the top of the seats on each side of her standing position.
"You woke up." He said, while addressing a timid smile to her.
"Answer me, Klaus?" She yelled, while making him loose his grin in a heartbeat.
"I suggest that you calm down, Caroline." He said, calmly, but in a commanding tone of voice, while raising his eyebrows and staring into her eyes. "You should sit and rest. We still have a few hours of travelling in front of us."
"You compelled me!" She busted in anger, before raising her hand and slapping him across his left cheek.
The slap noise echoed loudly in the cabin. Klaus growled before raising an angry stare at Caroline, making her step away from him.
"I think it's time for you to go back to your aisle and put your lovely behind on the seat!" He lashed out at her, as an order, while rubbing his cheek with his hand. Being somebody else than Caroline, the individual would have already been dead for slapping the hybrid this way, with his/her guts ripped out of his/her abdomen…But, he was kind of responsible from this turn of events, and he understood why she was so mad at him.
"Seriously, that is going to be your answer to me?" Caroline asked him.
"You made a spectacle of yourself at the airport, Love. I had to drag you all the way to the boarding gate. And then, you know what happened." He explained, while bending his upper body in close proximity of hers.
"You had no right to compel me. I agreed to go on seven dates with you, BUT, I've never agreed to follow you to the end of the world!" Caroline lashed out into his face.
"Your perception of distance needs to be re-evaluate, love. Paris is certainly not the end of the world. But, if you want I could bring you to the end of the world, but then we would probably never come back. Are you willing to be with me, for eternity?" He confronted her, while seeing her lose all the colors in her cheeks.
"Paris…" She whispered in total shock. "I bet you kidnapped me in your own private plane?" She asked, slyly.
Klaus raised an eyebrow before smirking; she was too intelligent for her own good, while trying to find out if this flight was a commercial one or not.
"We had an agreement, Caroline. I was the one choosing the location for each of our seven dates. Therefore, we can't call this "abduction", can we? And yes, the Mikaelson family has a jet. We are not the Original vampire family for nothing. But, Elijah took it for his own personal purpose…I was left with no other choice but to buy all the available seats in the first class. I wanted for you to have your comfort, peace and tranquility for the duration of the flight – I knew it was your first time." He explained, smirking, in a double sense meaning before raising his hands to caress one of her cheeks. She turned her face to the right while forbidding him to touch her.
"You had no right to compel me this way, why did you do it?" She asked, angrier than ever, while pointing an accusatory finger at him.
"Because, I'm one step ahead, Caroline, and I knew that you would never board this stupid plane if I hadn't compel you. You don't even know what is good for you, love. You don't even know that this trip is all that you've been dreaming of since the first time I mentioned it to you, since I've told you that I would bring you to Paris the evening of the ball." He yelled at her, while passing a nervous hand through his hair, before adding more calmly. "You were kicking your arms and feet and screaming, and I did what needed to be done; I'm sorry that I had to compel you, but, I did it for your own good and safety. Now I think it's time for you to sit!" He ordered, before seeing her cross her arms in front of her chest in a confrontational gesture. "I wouldn't confront me if I was you; Caroline, or I could very easily have another kind of meal than the beef bourguignon. The economic class is at its fullest, the passengers seem very tasty at the moment." He menaced.
"You have no soul!" She responded, with tears filling her eyes, while staring into Klaus's.
"You have one for the both of us, Love." He answered, before ordering once more. "Sit!"
Caroline turned on herself, before closing her eyes and raising her right hand on her trembling chest to calm herself down. He was nothing more than a beast, a heartless man, with no soul and no more humanity inside of him, and she had made a huge mistake by putting her life into his hands to save Tyler….And now she was in a plane with him, in direction of Paris.
She grabbed the blanket left on her seat, and turned around one more time, before taking the seat as far away as possible from his, while turning her head toward the porthole to avoid looking at Klaus. She threw the blanket over her shivering shoulders, before closing her eyes.
Klaus closed both of his fists in anger, while biting his bottom lip. She was stubborn, alright, and a fighter, Full of anger, strength and fury inside of her, but, with what he had plan for their second date, she could not stay mad at him very long.
The repetitive banging noise on the entrance door of the Mikaelson manor was getting more annoying by the second, thought Rebekah, while directing her walking steps, with much anger inside of her, toward the incessant sound.
"I'm coming for God sake!" She yelled, before grabbing the handle and opening the entrance door widely. "What?" She asked the person standing in front of her sight, which was: Matt Donavan.
"Where is she?" He asked, before pushing her out of his way, and entering inside the manor.
"Hey! Watch your manners, Donovan!" She lashed, while closing the entrance door on its arch.
"Caroline? Where is she? Where is your brother?" He angrily asked Rebekah.
"Who got your boxer in a twist, human boy?" Rebekah asked him, while crossing her arms over her chest.
"Caroline! That is whom I'm worrying about. She is not at her home. Her mother told me that she would be with Bonnie to study for the next few days or so. Apparently, a big history test, which, we both know, is not true. I checked at Bonnie's without alarming the hell out of her, Caroline was not there. Then, Elena's, and she was not there either." Matt explained to her, pacing back and forth in front of the Original girl, while passing a quick hand through his hair.
"So? Since when are you the keeper of your bimbo vampire friend, anyway? I certainly don't keep track of her." Rebekah said, while rolling her eyes to the ceiling.
"Friend… Yes, that is the correct word, Rebekah, my "friend", Caroline. And no I don't keep track on her, but your brother apparently does." Matt replied.
"Nick is not even here." She started explaining to him, before holding her peace.
"Yes, exactly, Rebekah, he is not in Mystic Falls, and she seems to have vanished from the thin air as well." He explained, while pointing a finger at her.
"I don't keep track of my brother whereabouts; Matt. But, I think he mentioned something to me about being overseas for the next few days or so." She responded to him, while shrugging her shoulders and taking a few steps toward a long corridor leading to the kitchen, swinging her behind in synchronisation in front of his eyes.
God…That Original girl…That girl! Matt thought, while following her steps, and closing his eyes for a few seconds to maintain his focus on the problem in hands.
"Overseas? What do you mean overseas?" He asked Rebekah, before grabbing her right forearm, and turning her body to face him.
"I have no idea what he meant? He could be anywhere in the world for what I know." She answered, while shrugging her shoulders, and freeing her arm from his grip.
"Do you think he is with Caroline?" Matt exclaimed in shock, while making her roll her eyes even more.
"Listen Donovan, even if she is with my brother, which I doubt, because I hope that he has better judgement than bringing her with him…But, if this is true, he is so grossly infatuated by her that I doubt that he would harm Caroline in any way, if this is what you're worrying about." Rebekah said to him, before pushing the door of the kitchen. "You want a beer?" She added to him, before disappearing into the kitchen, leaving him in front of the closed door speechless.
Caroline grabbed the arms of her leather seat with all the strength that she got in her. She closed her eyes and started to count to ten, but that was not helping. The plane was on his landing path, and the different pressure stages were turning her stomach upside down. It was her first time in a plane, and she was not feeling too much at ease at the present moment.
Klaus raised his head while observing Caroline. She was sitting two front rows opposite of his sitting position. The plane was beginning his landing descent.
Caroline sensed his presence on the seat beside her, but she did not opened her eyes…He could go to hell for what she could care. Then, she felt his long fingers on her left hand, but she moved it out of his reach.
"Caroline, give me your hand!" He ordered her, while seeing her reluctance to obey him. "Please?" He added with a softer voice.
At that moment the plane dropped while being taken into an air pocket. Caroline opened her eyes in fear, before grabbing Klaus's hand forcefully.
"Breathe…Breathe…Slowly…" Klaus whispered to her, while holding her hands in his, gently caressing her wrists with his thumb.
She glared at him for a split second, while thinking that the pressure of his hand on her wrist was not helping at all. Why was she always so turned upside down every time he was touching her?
"It's you first time; Caroline…It's normal to be afraid of the takeoff and landing." He murmured to her, while caressing her forearm, with exquisite touches of his fingers.
"I couldn't tell…I was compelled to sleep while we were taking off." She angrily mumbled between her teeth.
"You're still mad at me for that? How can I acquit myself?" He asked, while staring at her.
"What about opening the porthole – door, and jump off the plane?" Caroline mumbled angrier than ever.
"Well that's the spirit!" Klaus exclaimed to her, while smirking. "My girl is back in her own fearless self!" He added, smirking.
"I'm not your girl!" She replied to him, while grabbing his hand harder and feeling the landing of the plane approaching.
"Well, this could be debated. You surely are my girl when you are in a date with me, my sweet love." He added to her, making Caroline take a glance at him, while showing a pout expression on her face.
"You really think that I am fearless?" She murmured, while taking him by surprise with her sudden question.
"Yes…The proof? You are with me, aren't you?" He whispered, while staring into her eyes. "Hang in there; Caroline…We're landing into unexplored territories!" He added, while bringing her hand to his mouth, sweet kissing it, before feeling the plane land in the capital of the lovers: Paris.
"Do I want a beer?" Matt asked Rebekah, dumbfounded, while pushing the kitchen door open.
"Catch!" She responded, while throwing a bottle at him.
"Rrrrr…." Matt growled the sound madly, while catching the bottle. "You're not supposed to drink this, Rebekah." He added to her, while showing the bottle to her.
"Gosh…You're such a boredom, Matt, I'm a thousand years old and I can't drink alcohol?" Rebekah mumbled in her teeth, while rolling her eyes, turning the cap of the bottle before gulping the amber liquid. "If you were not so handsome you'll be a total waste." She added with a grin.
Matt raised his stare at her in surprise.
"You find me handsome?" He asked, in surprise.
"What?" She mumbled innocently, while turning her back at him, before biting her bottom lip and occupying her time at some random tasks in the kitchen. She opened the radio, putting the sound at its maximum while hearing Rihanna voice filling the empty space of the room.
"How handsome am I?" He murmured into her right ear, while standing behind her back.
Careful Donovan…You are heading toward big trouble! He couldn't do without thinking this to himself.
Rebekah turned on herself, while facing him and locking her eyes in his, before starting to sing to change subtly the conversation.
"And we're standing side by side, as you shadow crosses mine, what it takes to come alive, it's the way I'm feeling, I just can't deny…But, I've got to let it go…" She sang before pushing him out of her way, and twirling on the sound of the beat of the music. "Woo…I love Rihanna…" She yelled, before approaching him, sliding her hands on his chest and singing again. "We find love in a hopeless place…We find love in a hopeless…Woo…Come dance with me, Donovan!" She asked him, before pushing the kitchen door open while twirling and dancing into the corridor.
"You got to be kidding me." Matt murmured to himself, while shaking his head, closing his eyes, and passing a nervous hand through his hair.
Caroline entered her luxurious hotel room, closing and leaning her back on the door, before putting a hand on her chest.
"Calm down, Caroline…Calm down…" She repeated to herself. The ride from the airport to the hotel had been the most exhilarating, breathtaking, experience of her entire life. She had been so mad at Klaus that she had completely forgotten that they were landing in Paris….PARIS! The limousine taxi had made a detour toward the Champs Élysées and Place de la Concorde before heading toward their hotel. She had tried the best of her ability to not let appear a smile on her lips, but while looking through the window of her passenger seat at this incredible view, she couldn't do without glowing and smiling so much that Klaus had wink at her while noticing her happy infatuation for the city of lights, Paris…Just pronouncing the word of this capital, while hearing the syllables rolling naturally on her tongue. She had never travelled before, never left Mystic Falls, and now she was in: Paris!
She scattered the bedroom while appreciating the mix of contemporary and last century style: elegant canopy bed, with silk bedspread and decorative cushions, lace curtains surrounding the bed, several leather arm chairs, fresh red roses in a crystal vase, complementary chocolates placed on the pillow of the bed. She took a few walking steps to reach the French doors of the balcony before opening them and standing motionless, while opening her mouth as speechless as she could ever be.
In front of her, The Eiffel Tower was majestically standing in all its glory. She felt tears appear in her eyes; she closed her eyelids one second to calm herself down under this intense emotion. She could not believe that she was standing in front of the Eiffel Towel.
She faced the bedroom and finally noticed the big white box, with a black satin ribbon around it, placed on a marble table. She took a few walking steps toward it, and open its cover, while sliding the satin paper, before gasping in front of a gorgeous, exquisite burgundy, muslin, evening dress, with a boa of feather in the same colour placed beside it.
She then took in her hands another bag that was placed beside the box, before taking from its inside, another box, it was a shoes box to be more precise. She opened its cover, before seeing a matching pair of high heels burgundy pumps. She finally reached for a smaller bag and pulled a matching set of satin bra and panties, making her blush in surprise of seeing the right size on the label.
Then, she directed her walking steps toward the bathroom facilities, standing speechless in front of the gigantic roman bathtub, and the quantity of exquisite and luxurious feminine products on the sink counter. She took in her hand a small white envelope before sliding from the inside a small card:
Hope all this products will be to your satisfaction,
If you ever need addition, please, ask the reception
Take time to relax, Love
Don't forget to take a nap;
We'll have a fun night in front of us!
If you are hungry, and I'm not talking about food…Ask for: Leonardo.
And, there is no need to worry; he's very discrete
Fondly, Klaus
She rolled her eyes to the ceiling, before throwing the card on the counter. Then, she smiled heavenly; while passing the tip of her fingers over all the bottles and products placed in front of her sight. She, then, started to frantically undress herself, while giggling and opening the faucets of the bathtub…She was certainly not a girl to pass the chance to use all this spa products.
Caroline was standing in front of the lounge bar of their hotel. She passed her nervous hands on the luxurious muslin fabric of her burgundy dress: small silk straps, square cleavage, bustier waist, several layers of petticoats on a skirt with a knee length, and a small black ribbon around her waist that ended as a cute bow in her back. As accessories, the wonderful high hells pump with a small feather as decorative accents, her fun feathers boa, and of course Klaus's diamond bracelet at her wrist.
She had put her hair in a loose bun, with strands encircling her face and a fun feather in the back as a hair clip. A burgundy lipstick and several coats of mascara were putting the finishing touches.
She turned on herself and she suddenly saw Klaus. He was standing under the arch door of the lounge bar, speechless while staring at her with sparks of appreciation in his eyes. He looks so handsome, she had no choice to admit to herself while blushing. He was wearing a black suit, his wavy hair were styled straight. He smiled at her, and she felt hundreds of delightful shivers hitting her entire body all at once. Only this man was able to make her feel so aware of her femininity.
He took a few walking steps to reach her standing position, before stopping in front of her and locking his eyes in Caroline's.
"You look exquisite in this dress." He whispered, while timidly smiling to her.
"Thank you…You have exquisite taste." She managed to answer to him, hypnotized by his gaze.
"Now come." He asked her, while taking her hand in his, before dragging Caroline away from the lounge bar, toward the exit of the hotel. "A reckless, sexy, fun night is waiting for us, Caroline." He added while smirking at her.
"Where are you taking me?" Caroline asked him, anxiously.
"You'll know soon enough, trust me." He replied to her, while passing beside the Parisian doorman who opened the hotel front entrance doors for them. "Madame, Monsieur, bonne soirée!" He wished them, while bending his upper body in a reverence gesture.
Trust him? That would be the last thing that Caroline Forbes was swearing to herself to never do.
"There! I got you…I won!" Matt exclaimed to Rebekah, while rising on his feet and raising both of his hands and arms in the air like a champion, saluting an invisible crowd, before putting the joysticks on the table.
"Oh! You're so full of yourself, Donovan…You totally cheated at round 2!" Rebekah exclaimed to him, before rising on her feet at his side, while pointing a finger to his chest.
"I certainly did not!" He replied to her, while bending his upper body near hers, seeing Rebekah raising her chin in a confrontation gesture. "I played a fair game, not my fault if Princess Mikaelson can't accept that she's been defeated!"
"What? I beg your pardon, I certainly can, human boy!" She replied to him, while poking his chest with her finger.
"Don't do that, I hate when people do that to me." Matt warned her, while raising one of his fingers at her.
"Oh, yes, and what are you going to do about it?" Rebekah replied to him, mockingly, while pocking his chest some more.
"Ok, that's enough!" Matt exclaimed, while grabbing her by the waist, before raising her on his left shoulder, while hearing Rebekah's loud laughter.
"Put me down, Donovan!" She asked him, while giggling and hitting his back with her closed fists.
"Or you'll do what, Mikaelson?" He asked her, while laughing himself, and throwing her body on the sofa, his upper body leaning over hers.
They laughed for a moment, before smiling and suddenly staring intensively into each other eyes. And suddenly it happened; he felt Rebekha's soft lips on his. He kept his eyes opened in shock, before slowly closing them, and tasting her raspberry flavor on his own lips…Probably from her lipstick…And then he lost it, he lost it completely… He groaned, raised her in his arms to position her on his lap, before rubbing franticly his hands all over her body, while sliding his tongue between her lips and devouring her mouth.
As quickly the kiss happened, as quickly as she was standing in front of Matt, while looking at him with haggard eyes.
"I…" He tied to explain, without being able to continue.
"I think it's time for you to leave." She mumbled nervously, before passing a nervous hand through her long hair, and while avoiding looking at Matt in the eyes.
"Ok." He replied to her, completely dumfounded, while rising on his feet and directing his walking steps toward the exit of the room.
"Matt?" She called him. "If I hear something about my brother and Caroline, I'll let you know." She said to him, before turning her back at him.
"Thank you." He answered her, before storming out of the room, while thinking on his way out, that he just had kissed Rebekah.
"Oh my God, Klaus … You brought me to the Moulin Rouge, like in the movie we watched!" Caroline exclaimed, joyfully, like a child who stood in front of a candy store.
"Come" He said to her, with his most endearing smile.
Klaus firmly took Caroline's left hand in his, before pushing the revolving doors of the entrance of the Moulin Rouge theatre, leaving her speechless in front of the rich opulence of the decor.
"Monsieur Mikaelson! Cela fait très longtemps, quel plaisir de vous revoir parmi nous au Moulin Rouge!" An elegant, middle age man addressed himself to them in a French Parisian, while bending his upper body in front of Klaus as a salutation gesture, before adding. "Paris vous accueille toujours avec son plus beau sourire. Madame, vous êtes vraiment très belle, et c'est un plaisir!" He added, while taking Caroline's right hand in his before kissing it.
"Robert, c'est un plaisir d'être de retour, mon ami." Klaus responded to the man, in impeccable French, while putting a friendly hand on the man's left shoulder.
Caroline turned her head, in amazement, while looking at Klaus, in a mix of surprise and interrogation in her eyes and on her facial expression, before seeing him lower his head near hers and murmuring near Caroline's left ear.
"Mr. Robert De Larue is an old acquaintance; he welcomed me in Paris a long time ago, and he made you a compliment, he said that you are breathtaking of beauty, tonight." He translated to Caroline, before seeing her blush. He raised his hand to grab her chin, while locking his sight with hers. "But that part, I already knew, Love." He murmured, while slowly caressing the roundness of her cheeks with his left hand, and making her blush even more at his compliment.
"Nous vous avons réservé la meilleure table, monsieur Mikaelson" The French manager man said to Klaus, with a hand gesture signifying to follow his steps.
(Translate into: We reserved you the best table.)
They followed the French man between the floor tables, and all the customers that were sitting in front of the stage, before redirecting them toward an isolated space, where a rounded red and velvet bench seat was placed in front of a round table, with a white silk tablecloth.
"Le serveur devrait arriver sous peu. Madame, je vous souhaite une excellente soirée!" Robert De Larue wished Caroline, while nodding his head in respect to her, before leaving them to their table.
Caroline sat on the velvet bench before turning her head to Klaus in interrogation.
"Someone will come for our orders and he wished you a nice evening." Klaus translate, while smiling and winking at her, before getting rid of his jacket.
"Oh, I see." She responded, while getting rid of her feather boa and feeling the insistent stare of Klaus. "Is there something wrong?" She asked him, while touching nervously her hair.
"No, you're just so beautiful tonight." He whispered, with a smile blessing his lips.
"Please, stop it." She replied to him, while shaking her head in denial and suddenly playing nervously with her napkin.
"Why?" Klaus asked her, while raising his hand to slowly caress her left cheek, creating delicious knots in her already upset stomach.
"Because…I'm just ordinary…" She said to him, while blushing.
"Oh Love, you're everything but ordinary to me, why are you always doubting yourself so much?" Klaus asked her.
If you could just stop staring at me that way, Caroline thought in her head, while feeling a fire reaching her cheeks. Stop having that effect on me, it's very disturbing.
She did not have the chance to answer him before a tall brunette from the Moulin Rouge troupe of dancers and singers stepped in front of their table.
"Well, I'll be damn! Klaus Mikaelson, "Mon chéri" where were you all this time?" The very pulpy, triple "D" bra size cup, sexy brunette, in her very thigh costume and low cleavage, asked Klaus, while swigging her behind from left to right.
Klaus raised a mischievous glance at the brunette, while smirking.
"Claudia, ma chérie, How long as it been?" He asked the brunette, before rising on his feet, taking the brunette in his arms and twirling her body in his arms several times.
Ma chérie? Thought Caroline, while feeling a hint of jealousy hitting her by surprise.
"Put me down, Casanova!" She screamed at him, while giggling in her Parisian accent, to which he obeyed her. "What is this low life jerk has done to you, sweetheart?"
"Wow…At last someone who knows you well!" Caroline replied, while rolling her eyes at Klaus.
"She has spunks, I like her already!" Claudia said to Klaus, before handing her right hand to Caroline. "Claudia De La Rue." She presented herself, while shaking Caroline's hand.
"De La Rue?" Caroline replied to her, while pointing her finger in direction of the French man who had welcomed them in this establishment.
"Yes, unfortunately this other low life jerk is my husband!" She confirmed to Caroline, while rolling her eyes to the ceiling, before winking at her.
Stupid me! Caroline thought to herself while closing her eyes.
"I'll let you both at your evening, enjoy the show, we have a special tribute to Edith Piaf tonight." She explained to them before adding. "And you don't be a stranger, handsome, ok? The next time you are in Paris, we need to catch up." She said to Klaus, before kissing his cheeks.
"Orevoir ma chérie!" Klaus exclaimed, before slapping her behind.
"Hey! Watch your manners!" She busted at him, with a mocking tone of voice, before walking toward the back stage.
"She's ….very unique!" Caroline said to Klaus, while playing nervously with her napkin.
"So are you…" He whispered, while staring at her.
"I…I can see now that you are not only killing innocent victims in your spare time." She said to him, in a mocking tone of voice.
"Surprising isn't it…Maybe I am not the beast that you thought I was…Did you ever consider that, Caroline?" He asked her, while making her blush. "Now, love…What do you want to eat?"
Caroline was glowing, smiling appreciatively at this magical and unique moment. In front of her eyes, can can girls, accompanied by Claudia were swinging their colourful costumes and behinds in a very Moulin rouge (reddish) style.
Because we can, can, can Yes we can, can, can, can
Can, can, can, can, can Oh, oh Oh, oh Oh, oh Oh,
oh Oh, oh Oh, oh Oh, oh
Everybody can, can
Oh, oh Oh, oh Oh, oh Oh, oh Oh, oh Oh, oh Oh, oh
Everybody can, can
On the last note, they performed a split, while raising their right arms and hands in perfect synchronisation as the perfect finale, under enthusiastic applauses.
"You liked it?" Klaus asked Caroline, smiling heavenly while noticing her happiness.
"Oh Klaus, it was so…."Caroline tried to formulate her emotion without being able to put in words her feelings, but while returning his smile.
"I'm glad you liked it." He replied, while taking her left hand in his, before slowly sliding his lips on the tender part of her wrist. "Now, listen very carefully." He murmured into her left ears. "This song is a classical French song of Edith Piaf. I'll make the translation for you."
A tall blonde took the stage, before sitting on a stool, while starting the first lyrics of the song in French:
Des yeux qui font baisser les miens
Un rire qui se perd sur sa bouche
Voilà le portrait, sans retouche, de l'homme auquel j'appartiens
Quand il me prend dans ses bras
Qu'il me parle tout bas,
je vois la vie en rose
Il me dit des mots d'amours,
Des mots de tous les jours,
Et cela me fait quelque chose...
"Eyes that make (me) lower mine…A laugh that loses itself on his mouth…Behold the portrait without retouching of the man to whom I belong…" He whispered lasciviously with his lips touching her earlobe, while turning a strand of her hair around his fingers, creating a wave of intense emotion in Caroline's entire body. "When he takes me in his arms…He speaks to me softly… I see life in pink…" He continued whispering to her.
She suddenly turned her head, while locking her teary sight in his.
"It's so beautiful." She murmured, while staring at his eyes and mouth.
"Yes, it is…So are you." He whispered to her, while bending his head nearer and suddenly kissing her left cheek, before continuing the translation: "And as soon as I see him…Well, I feel my heart beating inside of me."
The Moulin Rouge was almost deserted when they decided to rose on their feet and leave their table.
"Come" Klaus ordered Caroline, while closing his fingers on hers, before dragging her out of the dining room. "Did you have a nice night, Caroline? Did you enjoy this second date?" He asked her.
"Yes…But…We're leaving Paris already?" She replied to him, with a sad and disappointed expression plastered on her face.
Klaus turned on himself, before raising the corners of his lips into a smile.
"You accused me in the plane of abducting you against your will, and now you want to stay, Love? That is certainly a very refreshing change of mood." He mocked her, while tilting his head, raising one of his eyebrows and making her blush. "If you would be mine, we could stay as long as it would please you, Caroline…But that is not the case, is it? You made this agreement for your sweet little town boy, Tyler. This said I can only admire your fidelity toward him. Therefore, we need to leave Paris and take a plane to bring you back home." Klaus said, with a hand of honor placed over his chest as a mocking gesture.
He turned on himself before bumping into an elegant business man that was standing in his walking path.
"Oh, my humble apologies…" Klaus addressed himself to the man, while smiling and putting his hand on the man's left forearm.
"いや、むしろ私が謝りましょう" The man said in his native language, while glancing at Klaus with a penetrating stare, before ceremoniously nodding his head and directing his walking steps toward the exit of the room.
(Translate into: No, I'll apologize rather)
Klaus narrowed his sight on his back, while suddenly losing his smile.
"What is it? What did he say to you?" Caroline asked, in a worried tone of voice, while being taking aback by the aura of this strange but sophisticated man.
"He presented his apologies in Japanese." Klaus replied to Caroline.
"And that is a problem for you?" Caroline asked, in surprise.
"How could he have known that I would understand is native language?" Klaus questioned himself, before shaking his head, and directing his and Caroline's walking steps toward the exit.
Klaus took a glance at Caroline who was sitting by his side. The repetitive hum sound of the plane engine had caused her to fall asleep. Her head was resting on his left upper arm, her cheek on top of his shoulder. She suddenly moved in her sleep while mumbling incoherent sounds, before grabbing his arm with both hands.
A wave of intense feeling took Klaus by surprise. Caroline was always able to shake him with this range of emotions. He gently turned himself to the right, while slowly sliding his right hand and arm around her waist, with his left positioned under her thighs, before raising Caroline in his arms. He placed her on his lap, before closing his arms around her shivering body.
"There, isn't it more comfortable?" He whispered to her, to which she moaned a sound of pleasure in her sleep, before closing her arms tightly around him.
"Oh, Caroline…" He murmured her name in a soft blow, while closing his eyes, his chin in top of her head, before sweet kissing her forehead.
She startled in her sleep, before opening her eyes, raising her head and plunging her gaze into his, while parting her lips in surprise. She passed the tip of her tongue on her bottom lip. He took her chin in his left hand, his mind suddenly attracted by her mouth like a butterfly by a flame, before lowering his lips near hers.
"No" She whispered, while turning her head to the right to avoid this personal touch.
"Yes" He replied softly, while slowly sliding his lips on her left cheek, creating a wave of hot shivers in her spine.
"No, please…" She begged his understanding, while trying to push her body out of his embrace.
"Stay with me, Love." He responded, while sliding his lips from her left cheek, to the soft line of her jaw, before kissing avidly the right side of her neck, in a mix of nibbling and kissing, with this unbearable tingling sensation created with the tip of his tongue.
Oh God! Caroline thought while realizing that she was lost…Lost in this euphoric storm of sensations, taking her always one step farther into new places within herself. Why does he have this euphoric effect on me? She questioned in the mix of her turmoil. His lips…Oh, his full and wonderful lips…She longed for so long to feel his lips on hers…The way he was sliding them on her skin…What would she feel if she was kissing him? She started to gasp, while feeling his hands rubbing her back in seductive caresses, before raising her dress skirt on her thighs, and positioning her to face him on his lap.
"Give in…" He suggested, breathless, while gasping for air, while sliding down the zipper of red muslin dress, finally caressing the bare skin of Caroline's back with his hands.
"Klaus, please…" She murmured as a prayer.
"Klaus, please what? What do you need or want, Caroline?" He asked, while raising his head to lock his eyes with hers, before taking her chin in his right hand, and once more, lowering his lips on hers.
She trembled like a leaf, from her head to her toes, and then…It simply happened. The softness of his lips touched Caroline's in an almost none perceivable kiss at first. And at that moment she remembered the lyrics of that French song: Eyes that makes me lower mine – A laugh that loses itself on this mouth – Behold the portrait without retouching of the man to whom I belong…
Klaus raised his head, before locking his eyes with hers, in search of a sign of agreement to continue further. It's her who encircled his neck with her shaking arms and hands, while grabbing the base of his curly hair, feeling the softness between her fingers before sliding her trembling lips on his, like a feather falling from the wind.
Klaus groaned while pushing his hands on her lower back to bring her in a closer contact with his chest.
"Mm…" He mumbled the sound of his enjoyment, before whispering the words in top of her lips. "Your lips taste so good, love."
No, that was my line, thought stupidly Caroline, while loving the feeling and the softness of his full lips on hers, convincing herself that a simple kiss didn't meant anything, that at some point in the time of seven dates with Klaus, she would have been obligated to kiss him, but she perfectly knew that this all theoretical logic could not stand while being in his arms at this present time.
Klaus intensified the kiss while slowly sliding his tongue between her trembling lips, before taking possession of this secret heaven. He devoured her mouth while caressing her bare back with his hands, before raising them on her shoulders and sliding the straps of her dress on the length of her arms, and lowering the front of her dress.
"Oh God, you're beautiful!" He exclaimed, while detaching his lips from hers, sliding his eyes from the roundness of her shoulders to the exquisite silky colour of the exposed skin of her neckline, before crashing his mouth once again on hers.
He couldn't get enough of the exquisite taste of her lips now that he had tasted the forbidden fruit of this paradise. He needed to conquer this land, but suddenly, a colder wind fell on him without even announcing itself.
Caroline struggled her way out of Klaus's embrace, before rising on her feet, and taking a few steps backward into the plane alley, while holding the fabric of her dress on her exposed shoulders. What was she doing, while giving herself to this monster? She had made an agreement with him for seven dates; she must have known inside of her that he wouldn't satisfy him to only hold her hand?
"I'm sorry I can't …" She mumbled, incoherently, before turning on herself, and reaching her previous seat, two front rows from his present sitting position, while sliding the straps of her dress back on her shoulders.
"It's ok, I understand." Klaus said to her, while observing very carefully her every move, before repositioning himself on his seat, granting Caroline some personal time to put her clothes back together.
He turned his head toward the porthole, while drowning his sight in the dark night, before very suddenly smirking and thinking that even if Caroline had suddenly interrupted their first kiss, he had definitely scored third base in this second date….And he was really proud of himself.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart for reading this fourth chapter.
A few of the scenes were rewritten.
This story is now completed.
A sequel will come in summer 2013 named: "SEVEN SINS"