Two whole weeks without a new episode of The Originals? What will I do on Wednesday nights?

So, this chapter is rated M for the smut – if you're not comfortable with that, please wait for chapter 8, I'll do a recap at the beginning of chapter 8 so you don't lose out on anything you'll need to know for the future chapters.

Also, I want to just say for the record that I am a fan of Stefan - as a friend! I just wanted to go a different route with this story and wanted Caroline's choice to stay in NOLA more definite.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. All ideas, characters, etc belong to the writers of TVD/TO.

*Klaroline*Klaroline*Klaroline*Klaroline*

Walking back to the Compound, Caroline noticed the sun rising over the city now. "Niklaus?"

He puts his arm around her waist. "Hmm?"

"Can we go see Anne Marie again this morning? I'm sure your exhausted, having not slept in a while but we can go back to your place afterwards."

"Of course. And once you've lived a couple millennium, you gain the ability not to rest for longer periods of time. Sometimes I forget how young you still are."

She didn't know what to say but she quickly thought of a soothing response. "Thanks to you, I can have a thousand years someday too. You did promise after all." Recalling her eighteen birthday, he smiled.

Reaching Anne Marie's restaurant, they ordered and then went to the roof. "I enjoy coming here. It's the one place in the city that is unreached from anyone other than me," Klaus mused. Caroline was silent, thinking maybe she should leave. Sensing that, he turned to her, "It's a blessing to share this with you," and she smiled at him warmly. "Long ago, I had this place spelled. The only way anyone would be able to get up here is if they were with me or one of Anne Marie's kin. I put in a call to a witch to have that changed to include you now too. If you're ever in trouble, you can come here for safety and I'll find you."

Anne Marie brought up two hot teas and the orders of beignets before leaving quickly just like the day before. Caroline noticed that Klaus was waiting to eat until she took her first bite again, which she did happily. Finishing her second pastry, she looked up at him with thoughts running wild in her brain. "I want to finish the bonding with you." He appeared surprised and had to put his beignet back down on his plate. "On one condition."

"Name it," he said, without hesitation.

"I want to wait until these babies are born." She put a hand on her stomach and looked down, listening to the little heartbeats flutter. "You once told me about the hummingbird, what that meant to you... these little ones are my hummingbird. I want to deliver them, I want to raise them, I want them to grow up feeling loved. They are surviving off the magic you and your family are providing them right now. If I finish the mating process with you, then I will be just as powerful as you are...and they will never want to come out."

He didn't need to think about it, "I think...," he puts his palm on her cheek, "...that is rather wise." She leaned into his touch. "You have a deal Miss Forbes." Smiling, she pulled away from him. "Does that mean that we can finally assume you're ready for my offer?"

Leaning back in her chair, she crosses her left leg over her right seductively. "What offer?"

Getting up quickly, he circles the table like the predator that he is. His hands on both sides of her chair, he leans in closer to her body. He notices how her breath hitches in her throat and smirks. "However long it takes, Caroline."

"'Perhaps one day in a year or even a century, you'll turn up at my door and let me show you what the world has to offer'." She scrunched up her nose trying to remember word for word that he told her that night of the decades dance.

"Who knew it would be the former? It works in my favor."

She cocked her head to the right. "Maybe it works in mine, not yours."

His nose only centimeters from hers, he adds, "I'm okay with that." Sliding his right hand up her leg slowly, he says, "You didn't answer my question."

"Hmmm, maybe I didn't." She squirmed in her seat against his touch. "Klaus," she whispered, breathlessly.

"Yes, Love?" His head was dipped between her neck and shoulder now, breathing in her scent.

Shivering under him, she finds her hands moving on their own as she lifts them up to tangle into his hair, tugging and pulling him closer. Running her hands down to his back, she finds her nails digging into his shirt. "Why do you torture me?"

"I could ask you the same thing." His lips finally touch her skin and she moans loudly in his ear. "Tell me what you want Caroline."

Her control snapping, she whispers, "I want you. I only want you, Klaus. I want forever."

He responds by putting his mouth on hers, kissing her intensely. Pulling her body towards his, his arms wrap around her waist protectively and possessively. She wraps her legs around his, trying to get as close to him as possible. After stripping his jacket from his shoulders, his hand migrates down reach behind him, grabbing behind her knee. The intimacy of how he was touching her, it was as if he wanted to remember every little detail.

Caroline reaches in between them and fumbles with the button on his jeans while he moves his mouth down her chin to her chest. He lifts her shirt over her head and her hair flares over her back in golden ringlets. Taking a slight moment to appreciate the woman in front of him, Klaus is distracted, causing Caroline to move things forward on her own, stripping him of his shirt.

Her fingers traced his chest, taking a second to appreciate the tattoo lining his shoulder before drawing a line down to his open jeans. Caroline enjoys the shutter she feels coming from him. "Has any other girl made you feel this way? Made you feel weak at the knees? Made you shiver just at a simple touch? Made you want more?"

"Never. I've never wanted a woman as much as I have wanted you," his voice was hoarse, thick in desire and meaning.

"Do you know how that makes me feel?" Her lips were at his ear, nibbling at it slowly.

"Tell me."

Pushing him away, she makes him back up to sit on the ground. His eyes were questioning her, that was until she straddled his lap, leaning down to kiss him. "It makes me feel powerful." Grinding on him, she could feel how turned on he was but saying that made the attraction intensify.

"Caroline," he whispered before flipping them over. Laying her down on his jacket and shirt, he took a hand down the length of her body before slowly removing the rest of her clothes. Seeing her spread out naked in front of him, he watched her squirm with the hunger to be touched by him again. "You're beautiful."

Stroking her core, Klaus savored each and every touch until she was begging him to enter her. "Nik…please…" she whined.

Her legs were wrapped tightly around his and when he entered her. They both moaned as they completed each other. Her fingers gripped his biceps tightly, her nails breaking his skin. He hissed but rolled his hips as the wounds started healing themselves immediately. Moving together in complete sync, they held onto each other tightly, their lips connected; not ever wanting to let go.

Their time in the woods had been a goodbye but this was more of reacquainting themselves with each other. This was a start to forever.

Wrapping his arms around Caroline, Klaus was laying on the stone floor of the rooftop comfortably with her entire body draped over his. Her toes were wiggling against his ankle while his fingers twirled her hair.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, gently placing a hand over her stomach.

"Still good. This stone that Freya made for them is working. I haven't felt this good since Ric and Jo's wedding." Suddenly breaking the quietness, her phone starts going off with an ear-piercing ringtone that cut through the silence. Scrunching her nose, she said, "No one has called me in weeks."

Reaching over, Klaus pulls the phone from her jeans pocket before handing to her. "Who is it?"

"Stefan." She looked up at Klaus. "I really don't want to answer this."

"Then don't." Grabbing the phone back, he answered it, "Rippah."

There was silence before, "Klaus?" came over the other side. "What have you done with Caroline?" Stefan's voice had turned from surprise to protectiveness and worry.

"Nothing. But I should be asking you the same thing."

"What are you talking about? I didn't do anything to Caroline."

Feeling his anger rising, he squeezed Caroline's body tighter. "Exactly. You did nothing. One day, a beautiful, blonde vampire comes to my city looking for me. Imagine my surprise that she's magically pregnant thanks to a spell and all of her friends have left her alone to deal with it." Stefan was quiet, with nothing to say. "Why are you calling?"

"I was wondering how she was doing."

"She's doing good…now," Klaus' voice became softer on that last word by just a hair, only Caroline picked up on it.

"I think I'd like to hear that from her," Stefan's suspicions were heavy in his words.

Looking down at Caroline, Klaus raised his eyebrows in question. Normally, he wouldn't even bother but he was trying to be better...for her...and he knew that she still cared for all her friends. Taking the phone, she says, "I'm fine Stefan."

"Caroline, please come back to Mystic Falls," he pleaded.

"No." Klaus' fingers traced her arm in comfort while Stefan asked why not. "Because, I'm rebuilding my life here. Klaus is helping me – his whole family is helping me – and I'm not going to take their kindness for granted." She stares into his bright blue eyes, her features softening as she talked. "Besides, I don't want to leave him."

"This isn't you, Care." She could almost hear him shaking his head on the other side. Then in a whispered tone, he asks, "Are you sure you're taking your vervain?"

Caroline's jaw locks up in irritability. "Not that it's any of your information but yes, I am taking it every day. But Klaus would never do that to me."

"Does he know?"

Her body went stiff and while she wasn't happy with Damon, she had forgiven him a long time ago. Knowing Stefan, he was probably worried Klaus would go after his brother. "No," she watched Klaus' face turn into worry and question. "Honestly, I haven't even thought about it until you brought it up." Sighing, she finishes the conversation by saying, "Look Stefan, I still love you and everyone else back home. But I'm where I need to be right now. I'm sorry. Visit anytime." And just like that, she hangs up on him, not feeling even a little guilty about it. A phone call that started off with him wanting to know how she was doing, turned into something about Damon and an interrogation. Shocker.

"Love, what did he mean? What don't I know?" Klaus asked, feeling her body leave his and he watched as she found her clothes.

Looking up from her task, she says, "If I tell you, can you promise that no one will get hurt?"

Suspicion grows in his eyes. "If I have to make that kind of vow before you tell me, you must think I'm going to react badly."

"That's because I know you, Niklaus." She smirked at him, throwing him his pants. He nods to her as an agreement to her terms. "You know how I was killed. But Katherine isn't my sire, she just finished it. Damon is." She waited but found he didn't have anything to say yet, so she continued. "Damon rolled into town and needed a...plaything." Klaus' face turned menacing. "I allowed it to happen at first. I was so desperate for attention. My self-esteem was at an all-time low when I was human. He used me for blood and sex whenever he wanted. Compelling me constantly. I got hurt and Elena begged him to heal me, which he did. I was in the hospital recovering when Katherine found me." His eyes turned yellow in hatred. "Nik, I'm thankful I had to go through that."

"What?!"

She kneeled next to him, placing a hand on his cheek. "You were right, I like being this way. I'm glad that I'm a vampire. I take vervain, not because I don't trust you, but because I never want to be used again without my consent." Unable to convince him, she reminded him, "You promised. Damon is not to be hurt."

"I never specifically agreed to that out loud." She scowled at him, sighing he adds, "I don't like this."

"But you promised."

He shook his head, "I don't like feeling powerless against you." Sighing, he gave in. "Alright Caroline. How about this? You tell me everything, leaving no secrets between us. And in return, I will make sure no harm comes to any of your friends by my doing." Thinking for a second, he adds, "And you can add to that list at any time."

"I accept your terms, Mr. Mikaelson. One thing though." He sat there irritatingly smug at the comment. Of course, she would, he thought. "If I'm going to tell you everything, I want that in return. No secrets."

"I've been alive for a very long time," he said with a scowl.

"Good thing we have forever then." Leaving the inviting warmth of his body, she stood and finished getting dressed. He soon followed suit and they were on their way back to the Compound.