Klaus knocked loudly on Reagan's door. He was quite irritated with how she had been acting since the Iris incident. Trying to text her and trying to call her had garnered no results so he decided this to be the best course of action.

He waited a minute then banged loudly on her door again. Anger started bubbling up inside him. He was just rearing back to beat on the door again when it quickly swung open revealing Reagan wearing a gray sweatshirt that was much too big for her and a pair of short black track shorts. Her hair in wet tendrils framing her tear streaked face.

Klaus wanted to yell at her, to tell her how childish she was being but he faltered. His eyes raked over her entire body from her bare feet all the way up her long lean legs and up to her bare shoulder that was peeking tantalizingly out from under the top of the over-sized sweatshirt.

She looked at him with big, sad eyes, "Klaus? What are you doing here?"

He shook his head trying to think of anything besides what lie beneath that shirt. "I just..." he started, unsure of what to tell her, not completely sure of why he was there himself.

"Look," she began softly, "I'm sorry that I didn't respond to your texts or answer your calls. I just needed some time to figure out some things." She worried her bottom lip, avoiding his gaze.

Klaus was silent, letting her finish her thoughts. Whether they were good or bad, he wanted to know what she was thinking and how she was feeling. She sighed heavily and looked into his peridot eyes, clearly struggling to with what she needed to say. Shrugging her shoulders slightly, she averted her gaze again before speaking, "I like you and I don't say or do things like this often, but I do. I don't expect you to feel the same especially when you have someone as beautiful and...well-endowed as Iris. You deserve someone who is beautiful and smart and talented. I'm just plain, ordinary, me..." she looked down motioning at herself.

He stared at her for a long moment, trying to process what she had just said. She said that she liked him which was great but then insulted herself which made him feel sad and a little angry with her. How could she not see what a wonderfully beautiful person she is?

It was then Klaus decided what he needed to do. At that moment, he decided that he wanted nothing more than to show her how wonderful he thought she was.

"Klaus, I..." she was cut off by his lips pressed forcefully against hers.

Reagan let out a small gasp of surprised. Klaus took this opportunity to sweep his tongue into her mouth, exploring every part of it sensually. After a moment, he pulled back, looking into her flushed face. He awaited her reaction. She looked at him with surprised, timid eyes not really knowing what to say or what to do.

Klaus averted his gaze for a second, collecting his thoughts. He hesitated before finally speaking again. "I'm honestly not sure why you let the situation with Iris bother you as much as it obviously did." He took a deep breath before continuing, "Reagan, I like you a hell of a lot more than I have ever liked Iris. In my personal opinion, you are anything but plain or ordinary. You are such a wonderful person. I don't understand why you can't see that you are kind, intelligent, and, by far, the most beautiful woman I have ever had the privilege to see.

I don't want Iris. No matter how many times she throws herself at me, I will reject her every time. There are numerous reasons that I don't want to be with Iris but at this moment, the main reason is that she's not you."

Reagan stared at him with her mouth agape. He looked back at her with nothing but sincerity. Tears began to well in her eyes. Klaus cupped her cheek in his hand gently, stroking the soft flesh softly with his thumb and catching a stray tear. Reagan leaned into his touch smiling shyly. He kissed her again, more tenderly than before and pressed his forehead again hers.

"We should probably talk," she rasped.

"I agree," he concurred.

"Please come in," she requested, stepping aside for him.

He smiled at her as he walked past her into the small room. She directed him to the green microfiber sofa in the middle of the room. "Do you want anything to eat or drink?"

"I would gladly take something to drink," he responded taking a seat in front of the small flat-screen television.

He glanced around the small room. Several pictures were strewn throughout the room, most of which were of an elderly couple. A small collection of DVD's were neatly stacked in the top shelf of her TV cabinet and a few worn books were in the shelf which fell directly below that. He vaguely wondered where her bed was, then reprimanded himself for thinking such thoughts. That is until he found where she had gone.

Upon glancing at the kitchen area, he found Reagan bent over, looking in the refrigerator. He couldn't help but stare at her wonderfully bountiful rear which was barely covered by the tiny black shorts.

"I have tea, water, and coffee. Which would you rather have?" she questioned before glancing back at him.

Klaus tore his gaze from the sight before him barely avoiding being caught. He decided to turn his attention to the small collection of movies.

"Water," he responded absentmindedly as he ran his long fingers along the short line of DVDs.

"If you want to watch something the TV remote is that short oblong one on the coffee," she offered.

He stood up straight and walked over to where she was pulling two bottles of water from the refrigerator.

"I think I'd rather watch you," he said with a wink, leaning back against her counter.

Reagan blushed brightly as she handed him one of the bottles of water. She averted her gaze shyly.

They returned to the sofa together, sitting facing each other. Reagan sat with her legs crossed in front of her. She rolled her soft pink lip between her teeth, not really sure what they needed to talk about.

"So..." Klaus began, obviously at a loss for words as well.

Reagan decided to take some initiative and asked the question that plagued her mind the most, "So does this mean that you're my boyfriend?" She blushed profusely as soon as the words left her mouth.

Klaus considered this for a moment before speaking, "I want nothing more than to have you as my girlfriend and as long as you will have me, then yes, I am your boyfriend." He let out an exasperated breath before continuing. "However, until I get things straightened out with Dr. Wasser, we can't broadcast it fully. I am still your GTA after all."

"Oh," Reagan sounded disappointed.

"However," he began with a sly smile, "we can be 'friends' that hang out a lot and spend weekends at each others apartments." He waggled his eyebrows causing Reagan to giggle.

"Just to sleep right?" she questioned teasingly.

"But of course," he answered with false indignity. "I am nothing if not a gentleman. However, I must warn you that I am a very active sleeper so I cannot be blamed for what my subconscious does."

He winked at her and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. She smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck, kissing him again. "So, do you want to stay tonight?" she inquired hopefully.

"I would like that very much. Unfortunately, this was a bit impromptu so I am unprepared."

"Oh," Reagan responded disheartened.

He stroke his chin in thought, "However, if you would like, you're more than welcome to accompany me back to my place."

Reagan thought for a moment before, reality hit her. She really did like Klaus but she didn't really think she was ready to take a step like that with him. Of course she wanted him having had fantasies as well as dreams about him almost daily. Though this was true, she had been hurt on more than one occasion for just leaping into bed with someone because they looked her way.

Klaus sensed her hesitation and sighed with a smile, "Reagan, I'm not going to force you to do anything that you're uncomfortable with. I would be more than happy to just fall asleep with you in my arms."

Reagan smiled shyly, "Let me grab a couple of things?"

"Of course," he answered with a nod.

After packing a small bag, she headed back to where Klaus was waiting by the door. He held out his hand for her, which she happily took, intertwining her fingers with his. Opening the door, the only paused long enough for her to lock the door before heading to Klaus's apartment.