A/n: This deleted scene is because Joseph Morgan is fuck hot. Just saying. For any of you who want to be seduced by a Joseph fanvid: watch?v=GdjqltrVxX0&feature=related

And warning: T plus rating on this one kiddies for language and um…slight sexual situations.

"I'm tellin' myself that it's not a good idea

But the more I hesitate, the more I get to feeling it."

"We are gathered here today..." Caroline tried her hardest to listen to the slightly nasally voice of the minister as Klaus continued to draw delicate circles on her thigh, discreetly pushing the fabric of her dress up to just above her knee.

She shot her eyes over to him once again to send him an acid glare. His only response was possibly the most wicked smirk in Mikaelson history.

"Nik," she hissed quietly, "I'm trying to enjoy the ceremony out of respect to your brother."

"I hate weddings," he murmured smoothly, not sounding angry, just matter-of fact, he tilted his head at her and the light shone more directly through his eyes. Damn those baby blues, "Sitting still for an hour just to watch two people join into an institution that has over a thirty percent divorce rate."

She rolled her eyes; she was used to his negative opinion regarding matrimony. She knew he was happy for his brother; even Nik had to admit that Katherine, for some reason, made Elijah happy. And both Nik and Caroline knew that Elijah was traditional and there was nothing in the world that would give him more joy than making the woman he loved officially his.

That respect did not, however, mean that Nik wasn't currently trying to decide which hard surface to bang his head against. He was bored. And irritated, which usually goes along with his boredom.

He leaned over slightly to invade his girlfriend's personal space, reducing the space between her shoulder and his chest to two inches. He ran a finger down her arm softly, sending shivers down her spine like electric shock, "I could think of more interesting ways to spend an hour…or two…"

His voice was delicious and she cursed his accent for the fiftieth time that afternoon. It wasn't fair for him to be able to just turn on his 'fuck me' voice like that and get anything he wanted from her; she had very high suspicions that he purposely thickened his accent whenever he wanted something. And damn me if it doesn't WORK eight percent of the time…she thought bitterly, laughing at her own lack of self control when it came to him. Ironically, she didn't realize that she had the same power over him; all she had to do was bring out her 'I'm Caroline Forbes and I know I'm sexy' eyes or purposely pull her top down a little, and he'd forget his objections. For Nik's sake, he better hope she never realizes said fact.

She turned her head back to him slowly, partly to make him think that she was pissed off-which she was- and partly to banish the flush in her cheeks before speaking, "Niklaus," she warned by just using his real name, "So help me God, if you don't shut up and behave…"

He laughed. He has the freakin audacity to laugh?

She couldn't help but notice how beautiful his face was when he was smiling, like some strange mix between a mischievous little boy and a powerful man. Shut up, Subconcious, not helping. She really wanted to hit herself sometimes, but in the current venue, she'd probably get weird looks.

The side of his mouth turned up as he turned his head sideways.

"What are you-"

"Shh," He interrupted the start of what she liked to think would've been a very cutting remark, "Hear that, love? It's your heartbeat sky-rocketing. And before you say it, yes I know I can't actually hear it, but I can however feel it," he raised one eyebrow at her as he waited for her to realize what he meant.

Then she understood-his hand was still on her arm, meaning he could take her pulse if he wanted to. Her face fell.

She frowned and flinched her arm away from him, "Shut up, Nik."

His smirk grew when he realized that she was too flustered to come up with another comeback.

But instead of trying to tease her more vocally, he opted for the silent approach. He leaned back in his overly-comfy chair (Katherine was a Bridezilla and had them imported from some place he doesn't remember the name of) and slung and arm casually over the back of Caroline's chair. He knew it was a trite move, but it was all part of the plan. Besides, he didn't really care in what way he accomplished it, he just wanted Caroline. Immediately.

He watched her get ready earlier today, the whole three hour process was the only part of this occasion he actually enjoyed. He liked seeing her dress and primp and prepare. The way she moved and the facial expressions she made as she chose an ensemble intruiged him. He had no bloody idea why, but he knew they did. And having been watching her all day, he was eager to use more than just his eyes to 'look' at her. She had some strange effect on him that he didn't yet understand; he was drawn to every part of her, mentally and physically, like someone put a spell on him without his knowledge. Her smile did frightening things to his heart and whenever her skin touched his, even an arm or leg, a heat like a driving force took over his brain for a second and fed to some other feeling he still didn't comprehend fully.

So, needless to say, he was…excited. He carefully dropped his arm from her shoulders to around her waist, going slowly so not to arouse her suspicions, like he would with a caged animal. Hmm, my lioness…not a bad thought. She always did remind him of something feline. She stiffened but did not turn her head from the proceedings in front of her. He however had no idea which part of the ceremony they were even at; they could've said their vows by now and he wouldn't have noticed. He teasingly let his fingers loosen around her waist, using his thumb to rub circles on her side and letting his forefingers splay out to stroke across her stomach, enjoying the feel of the warm, silky material sliding against his rough hands.

She inhaled a sharp gasp, loud enough for the guests beside them to hear, louder than their whispers.

A head or two turned towards her to see what was going on; Caroline thought she saw Lexi turn her head slightly to smirk from the row in front of her. She couldn't be sure, of course, because of the torturous sensations running through her stomach from the way he was moving his fingers against her. Damn, why does he have to know that my sides are my weak spot? Damn, damn, damn!

She tried to calm her breathing and ignore him, but it seemed the more she tuned him out, the more it made him want to break her. His hand tightened around her waist a little as he turned his fingers to scratch down her sides with the blunt of his fingernails. She could hear her heart rate start to beat harder in her ears as her entire neck and shoulders went hot. She couldn't remove his hand without making a fuss and alerting the other guests to their…situation. Her eyes lit up evilly as she thought of an idea for payback. She slowly leaned back in her chair until she was trapping his arm between the chair and her back.

She heard his slightly growl and flicked her eyes over to see his own eyes darkening, whether from anger or something else she didn't know, but then again his anger was always sort of connected to his lust for some reason.

"Decided to play the game then, love?"

His question was meant to be playful, but his voice came out lower than he intended.

She only smirked, turning her head back to face forward. If she had learned one thing about how to win their little quarrels, it was to never reveal her hand before the game was over. She remained silent as she thought of her next move. She had to restrain a grin when she got an idea. Let's see how HE deals with distraction…

She crossed left ankle behind her right to carefully slip the strap of her shoes off her right heel and shimmied her very-cute-satin-pump off her foot. She wiggled her toes in anticipation, enjoying the rogue feeling of playing temptress.

With everyone's eyes focused on the happy couple at the altar, no one noticed when she slid her toes up the back of his calf. Well, no one except him that is. His shoulders tensed like he'd been tazed as the current of heat rippled up his back. He fought back a shudder. Some vague part of his mind noted that he'd forgotten that Caroline knows his own weak spots as well, but he only had enough coherency left for that one clear thought. He'd been accidentally working himself up all day with thoughts of her. This was not a good idea.

"Caroline," he warned, breathing into her ear.

She stayed facing forward, the only sign of their game being the slight quirk of her ruby red lips.

It's working, with that thought running through her head, she, inconspicuously as possible, moved her hand over to rest on his leg. His cautious stare quickly turned into a glare as he realized what her idea was. But for some reason, he didn't move her hand as she started to gently scratch his leg, drawing nonsensical patterns up and down his thigh. He had to breathe through his nose as he felt his blood start flowing faster in his veins, the friction sending fire to pool in his stomach.

"Caroline," this time it wasn't a warning, it was a growl and his tone could almost turn her name into an expletive.

She let out a near-silent giggle at his expense as she got her best and last idea; she turned her hand and started trailing her fingers toward his inner thigh, raising her hand higher and-

His hand shot out from his side to grab he wrist in a vice grip. She grinned as she saw the tension freezing his arm, his tendons taught like iron wires.

"Stop it."

She finally turned her face towards his, "Why? You started it."

His eyes narrowed and his glare turned hotter, "Really? You're going with the 'you started it' excuse? Can't think of anything better, Sweetheart?" he practically purred the endearment, but somehow it didn't sound sweet. It sounded like it could melt metal.

"Would the two of you shut up? Or at least go somewhere else to do this? We're at a wedding for Christ's sake!"

The incredulous and slightly amused whisper of one of their best friend's Lexi cut through the little bubble they'd been isolating themselves in. Stefan smirked with an arm around his girlfriend, staying silent as he enjoyed his buddy's embarrassment.

Caroline blinked in shock for a second, processing what had just happened, before she let out a breathless laugh, "Sorry," she mouthed then nodded towards Klaus, "His fault."

"My fault?" he hissed quietly, "Alright, that's it-I'm getting up under pretense of using the restroom now, follow behind me in twenty seconds."

She shook her head at him dubiously, "Why do you just assume you can boss me into-"

He smirked, "Twenty seconds, Caroline."

Could he, maybe just once, not call bullshit when he knows I'm lying? It'd sure help my inner feminist. Who am I kidding?

When she stood up and left the room twenty seconds later, she could only pray that Elijah wouldn't see and that Lexi wouldn't tell and that, God forbid, anyone need their coat in the next half hour.


The moment she opened the door to the coat closet, a strong arm pulled her in, spun her around, and pinned her against the opposite wall, knocking over a coat rack in the process.

"Points for subtly," she murmured teasingly, nibbling on his ear as she chuckled, "They'll definitely suspect now."

He growled and rolled his eyes, "I've wanted you all day, darling, so excuse me for saying this, but frankly, I don't give a damn if they know exactly what we're doing. I wouldn't even care if the bloody priest walked in right now."

"It's a minister, Nik; we're in a protestant church."

He only stared at her blankly, fighting a glare.

"Right," she nodded a second later, twisting her finger in the curls at the nape of his neck, "You don't give a shit."

He nodded approvingly as he let out one laugh before gluing his mouth to her lips.

"I love your voice, but for now, sweetheart, your mouth could be used for much better purposes," he muttered somehow, with no breath left, as he pulled away for only a moment.

She smirked at him as she pulled his head to her and went in for his neck, trailing kisses and nips down his skin.

He groaned as felt himself respond to her, in every way. It was like their brains were on overload, trying to tell them that there was no room left for processing any of these feelings and the sensory receptors were overheating from use.

He grabbed her by the waist and pushed her up against the wall they'd just vacated, trapping both her hands above her head in one of his and making a circuit down her jaw, placing hot open mouthed kisses and running his teeth down her neck. She moaned as she struggled with his grip, trying to break free, wanting to reach for him, any part of him, "Nik, please."

"Mmm," he hummed as he skimmed his nose down between her breasts, flicking the strap of her dress off one of her shoulder with his free hand, "Please, what?"

She sighed at the tingling sensation shooting straight to her core, "My hands," she breathed, "Let go of them."

He looked up into her face, locking eyes with her for a second, and not for the first time, she wondered how they could communicate more with their eyes in three seconds than they could during an hour long argument.

And just like that, he dropped her hands, hesitating for a moment, put off his guard by how easily he'd given into her, before smirking and continuing his earlier ministrations.

She groaned low in her throat as he placed on kiss on the very top of her right breast, "Niklaus."

His chest tightened at hearing his real name fall from her lips; to him, it was the ultimate sign that she accepted him, all of him, even like this and he had the bizarre feeling that she might accept him even if she ever found about his 'father', but he quickly dismissed the thought. Still, he felt strangely blessed and he was not used to that sentiment at all.

He felt her grab onto the lapels of his suit jacket and crush them in her fists, pulling his chest flat against hers and finding his mouth again. He had no complaints, he quickly swiped his tongue across her lips and she opened them in comply, running hers over the roof of his mouth.

He growled as he saw light flash behind his eyes and he blinked to dispel the blinding feeling.

The last thing he distinctly noted was how quickly she threw his suit jacket to the floor behind them.


Twenty minutes later they realized they had to get back before gossip set in, and they somehow found themselves back in their seats, rumpled clothes and mussed hair.

"And now, the rings."

Caroline saw Elijah automatically looked towards Nik and remembered that it was the best man's job to keep the rings safe.

Elijah held out his hand to Nik, "Yes, minister, my brother has them."

Luckily, Nik was sitting close to the altar so all Elijah had to do was take a step down to reach him. Well, it wasn't really luck-it was Katherine's meticulous seating chart.

"Niklaus…" Elijah's voice was questioning and caused Caroline to quickly look towards the man beside her. His eyes were wide as saucers and she would've laughed if the situation were different because she'd never seen more panic on his face, "I asked for the rings?"

"Nik," Caroline whispered urgently, "Where'd you put the rings?"

He turned his head towards her and hissed back in her ear, "In my coat pocket…"

That's when it hit her, like a metaphorical ton of bricks. Son of a bitch, "You mean the coat I ripped off you…" she whispered in his ear so no one else could overhear.

He nodded at her silently, his eyes scared and angry, a hard combination to pull off. For most people.

"Niklaus!" Elijah whisper-shouted with authority, then turned back towards the minister, "Sorry, my brother can be forgetful in all the excitement. The minister only nodded, smiling politely, a little scared of Elijah's worried-out-of-his mind tone.

"Where are the rings, Niklaus?"

By this time, the whole audience was starting to get restless, some glaring and some rolling their eyes. Two of them smirking.

The real answer he probably didn't want to hear-on the floor in the coat room-but neither Caroline nor Klaus could figure out how to think of a convincing lie and go run to get the rings at the same time.

"Uhm…I…left them in my coat in the coatroom…after I took it off at the door…I'll go get them now."

Katherine glared, her eyes vicious, "You came into this ceremony with your coat on. And maybe you didn't notice, but you're wearing your coat right now!"

"It was in mine," Caroline piped up, "He put it in my coat pocket, which I did take off. I'll just go get them now."

Katherine glared as Elijah raised his eyebrows in shock.

Caroline felt obligated to explain, do the polite thing, so she turned stood up and turned around, "Sorry, everyone, I forgot the rings were in my coat!"

"Caroline! Just get them quickly and stop announcing!"

"Shut up, Nik!"

Neither Katherine nor Elijah believed either excuse as they watched Caroline fail at running down the aisle conspicuously. Nik prayed that she'd get back quickly; the 'happy couple's glares were starting to burn holes in his forehead.

A/n: Oh and I am currently trying to get some very talented Klaroline shippers to make a trailer for one of my Klaroline fanfictions. Which one do you guys think it should be? And yes, I know that a real wedding ceremony, the vows and all, would not take over thirty minutes, but for the purpose of the story, just suspend your disbelief for a moment.

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Oh, and I promise you that updates are coming soon. I apologize for being laze. But Life With the Originals and Not Quite a Century will either both be updated soon or one of be updated soon. I already have the next two chapters of both planned out, but I also have to help my friend with her Percy Jackson stories. Check her out: Mandi2341

-Pixie.