When I wake up,
The dream isn't done.
I wanna see your face,
And know I made it home.

- Painting Flowers, All Time Low

"Why did you agree to be human again?" Klaus asks as they sit alone in the lounge, waiting for Giovanna to return. "If it means Esther can't mess with me again, then I'll do it," she shrugs. "And it isn't like you can't turn me afterwards. I mean... I want to be with you. Forever. Even if it seems ridiculous. But... I want to be older. I don't want to be stuck in this seventeen year old's body when I'm eighteen. Or twenty. Or even a hundred. I mean, I want to look old enough to actually do things." He smirks and nods in understanding.

"You want to live a bit," he says quietly. "No, I want to look old enough to do things I want," she corrects. "I want to go to a bar and get served without a raised eyebrow. I want to go to a car dealership without them thinking I'm a kid. I want people to look at me like an actual adult. Like you and your siblings do." He nods and she laces her hand in his, pulling his arm over her head before snuggling in to his side. "Plus, Giovanna has a plan, and if I need to be human for it, then lets go."

He smiles at his girl. She's strong and determined and knows what she wants... She wants to be with him... Forever... The front door opens and Giovanna saunters in with a young man under her arm in a headlock. His arms are tied behind his back and there's an older woman walking behind warily. She looks like an older, darker version of Giovanna. "Nik, meet your great-niece, Clarissa. Clarissa, your annoyingly stubborn arse of a great uncle, Nik... Don't call him Klaus, that means you fear him," she says, kicking the bent arse of the man so he face-plants the floor.

"Gi, why are you beating a man in my home?" Klaus asks after smiling politely at Clarissa. "I've been nothing but kind to this jackass," she counters sweetly whilst walking on the man's back and stepping on the side of his face, ignoring his groans. "He's been hunting my babies for years and I've not killed him yet." Klaus sighs and Caroline pats his leg amused.

"Giovanna, why do you need me and Elena to be human again?" Caroline asks, turning the conversation away from the now-unconscious-man on the floor thanks to Clarissa. "I need Doppelganger blood and a vessel for Esther's magic," Giovanna says calmly, sitting on the table beside Klaus' outstretched legs. "Elena's blood will allow me to stop her coming back and you can be a witch, even if it's for a little while." Caroline's eyes widen and Klaus shoots up, making her roll off his lap and stop herself with one hand before she hits the floor with a squeal. She pushes herself back up and sits up, pulling Klaus back down and hitting him in the stomach.

"Can't you just give it the Bennett girl?" Klaus asks panicked. "No," Gi sighs, "She's been lost once to expression and could lose her way again. With Bennett and Original powers, she cause the destruction of the entire world. The spirits are still wary of her at the minute and I'm already hated enough." Clarissa puts her hand on her mother's shoulder comfortingly and Caroline finally looks at her. She has flawless, dark tan skin and piercing dark gold eyes, a round thin nose and full lips, a delicate chin and prominent cheekbones. There's an air of power around her that is only a little bit weaker than the one Giovanna gives off.

"Why?" Caroline asks quietly, looking back at Gi. "I love a vampire, I'm breaking the laws of nature by having his kids and I don't care if my babies choose to be vampires. A couple want to be hybrids, so I need Elena's blood for that, too." Caroline nods slowly and turns to Klaus, realising that he's been silently holding her hand the entire time. "Nik?" Giovanna says cautiously, leaning forward and searching his face. "Nik, what is it?" She asks, but he jumps up, releasing Caroline#s hand and walking out.

They both sigh and Giovanna turns to her daughter with a sad look as Caroline hops over the back of the sofa and follows him upstairs to his study. Shutting the door behind her she watches him begin pacing like he hasn't noticed she's there. "What's upset you?" She asks quietly. He turns to her with a small jump and stares at her. "You'll leave," he says quietly but so sure of himself. "Why would I do that?" She asks, walking towards him. "You'll be a witch. There'll be someone better. There always is. I'm... A hybrid. An abomination. I'm not right," he tells her.

Her heart clenches at his tone. He's scared of losing her. He sounds like a boy, waiting for someone to disappoint him again. Waiting for someone to break him again. "I won't leave," she says sadly. "I love you. I wouldn't leave when we've barely even started." He flashes in front of her so suddenly, but she doesn't flinch. Their eyes meet as he shakily brings his hand up to her face. "You don't know that," he whispers, trying to convince himself. "Yes, I do, Klaus," she whispers back. "I'm never leaving you. Never."

He looks down, closing his eyes and resting his forehead against hers as he wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her against his body. She tilts his head with her hands cupping his face as she steps up on her toes until their lips connect. A smile finds it's way in to the kiss as he closes his eyes, happiness bubbling up over the anticipation. He seems to get over himself, deepening the kiss and pushing her back up against the nearest flat surface before grabbing her hips. Pulling her up off the floor, her legs wrap low around his hips with her foot brushing up the inside of his leg.

He growls, flashing them over to the bed and dropping her on to it, looming over her as he meets her eyes. She nods, putting her hands under his shirt and slowly running them up until she reaches his shoulders. He helps her pull the shirt off, his eyes on her face as she looks him over appreciatively. She swallows nervously and he's about to say she doesn't have to do this when she meets his eyes again. The words stick in his throat when he's met with raw emotion in those wide, beautiful eyes. He leans down and loses himself in her kiss enough for her to slowly roll them so she straddles his waist.

She pulls back and he removes her shirt slowly before she pulls away his jeans. He doesn't feel his wolf side telling him to take dominance, it screams for him to make her his mate regardless. He kisses her, tearing the jeans open so the button flies off. She grins in to the kiss and pulls him over so he's on top and she kicks off her jeans and underwear. He looks her over once he's removed her bra and she's gotten rid of his tight boxer-briefs.

She bites her lip nervously and he can't help but admire her as he hesitantly leans down and captures her lips, their frantic make out turning in to a passionately slow kiss. Her legs move either side of his hip and he moves in to her slowly. She pulls her lips from his hers, gasping as he fills her, completely overwhelmed with bliss. His pace is slow and their mouths match the rhythm. This isn't sex. This isn't even making love. This is mating. This is comfort, union, promises and pure, perfect love.

He loses control, his fangs sliding from her mouth when he pulls away from her. He meets her eyes, but finds black pits instead of blue orbs. The sight makes his heart swell, because she's so lost in him that she's lost control, too. She strokes his face, her thumbs running over the veins under his eyes as she meets his yellow glowing eyes. "Do it," she whispers, eyes flicking to his fangs.

He's hesitant, but he moves to the crook of her neck, kissing her silky skin before his fangs split through her skin. She releases a breath of pleasure, craning her head to his collar bone and brushing her lips over the tattoo until she reaches her neck. She feels her blood being sucked out, wolf venom leaking in, but it is absolute bliss. She sinks her own fangs in to his skin and he groans without pulling away.

They drink each other's blood and they climax together, Klaus pulling away first and kissing her neck as she heals. He retracts her fangs and calms herself down as he moves out of her and lies on his side, facing her. His normal green-blue meet her calm, bright blue eyes and she feels whole. He can't describe how he feels, but he pulls her close to him and smiles against her cheek. "I love you," he whispers, the words still sounding hesitant because they're so foreign to him. "I love you, too," she whispers, back, turning over and pressing her lips softly to his quickly.

She's glad that this was how their first time happened. Comfort, love, and a promise to never leave the other. She notices two small specks where she bit him and frowns, leaning over and running her finger over them. He frowns, but notices four little marks where he bit her and runs his finger over them. "You've got a..." she trails off quietly. "So have you," he replies in a breath before looking up at her eyes.

"You know," he swallows nervously, "When a wolf... finds it's... soul mate... They mark one another. I guess... That's what happened." She smirks and looks at him, tilting her head so her dishevelled curls fall over her shoulder. "I like that," she smiles, "That we're... soul mates." He nods and llooks over her shoulder for a second before flashing the covers over them and pulling her to him just as the door bursts open.

Rebekah and Kol have their eyes covered as she throws a file on the bed. "Whilst you two were consummating your love for one another, we talked to Gi about the plan," Kol calls over Rebekah's shoulder, sneaking a look through his fingers. "What a scandal," he laughs, disappearing downstairs. "Well, you two can... read... in bed... Ew," Rebekah finally says, wafting her hand around until she finds the door handle and slams it shut behind her. "Are they always like that?" She asks, laughing in to his chest. "Yes," he sighs, kissing the top of her head.

He rolls her on to her back before leaning over and grabbing the file that bounced off her butt and ended up on the floor. "Why the hell did they make notes?" Caroline laughs when he grunts, getting back up. He gives her a look that says 'how should I know' and she counters with an incredulous 'you have been their brother for a thousand years, shouldn't you know them by now?' look. He rolls his eyes at her before leaning back against the headboard and she fits herself in between his legs, her chest resting against his back.

"This is nice," she comments, looking up at him. "Yeah," he agrees, smiling down at her, "it is." He opens the file up when she looks back at it and they flick through the writing and diagrams, creating a plan in their bedroom for every possible outcome... All of them leading to staying together. They fall asleep like that, papers strewn across the bed, covers barely over her chest and his waist, slumped to the side with her folded in to his body. At home.


AN: I know I said I had no inspiration, but I just kind of did this to fill up an hour before I went out. I hope this is okay, because I'm still kind of off at the minute. I have a terrible fever and I've been up for the past few days with night terrors. (Word of advise, never go in a Haunted House when you have anxiety, paranoia and frequent night terrors... Not good.) I'll try again tomorrow if I have sleep. I don't know when I'll update next, though.