On the plane ride, she thought of all the different ways she could tell him off. She stewed, imagining every way the conversation could go and coming up with counterarguments. I mean, for starters, where did he get off leaving with no warning, and then expecting me to come running just because he said he'd have an explanation for himself if I asked him in person? Granted, she actually had come running when she had found this out, but she had an explanation for that too: I only came so I could kick your a**.

The plane landed at Louis Armstrong, and she felt this overwhelming sense of calm wash over her just from being back on Louisiana soil. It felt comforting that no matter what would go down between her and Klaus, she would be home now, and back with her own friends in her own apartment, working at the bar again if they would have her back.

Her first stop was back at the apartment only to drop off her things. Indeed, there were unwashed dishes in the sink that she'd sooner throw out than try to scrub clean. But she would have to deal with that later.

She dialed his number, not really expecting him to pick up. "You've reached Klaus Mikaelson. I'd strongly recommend that you do not leave a message here, but nevertheless I'm sure you will disregard my request and do so anyway after the beep." She'd hoped that he would pick up and they could arrange a meeting in a public place, where she would be less likely to punch him in the face, and then hopefully he would be less likely to snap her neck like a twig in retaliation. It was really wishful thinking though, as her suspicions had been confirmed when he hadn't picked up. She had figured she would have to do things the hard way, she would just have to show up at the compound and hope he was there. Or wait until he showed up.

A cab took her there, although she probably could have walked, she was just so exhausted from waking up so early and from using all her energy to stew while she was on the plane. As she stood at the front door of the compound now, her hand closed in a fist poised to knock, nerves bubbled up in her stomach. She wondered what Klaus would have to say for himself. And although she had spent hours at this point rehearsing what she would say in response, she could not possibly fathom what she would say now.

Elijah answered the door when she knocked. "Camille," he said, a tone of surprise in his voice. "It's nice to see you, as always. I heard of the passing of your grandmother, I'm so sorry."

"Thank you," she said. "Is Klaus there? I need to speak with him. It's urgent," she added, hoping Elijah would take that as a hint that she didn't have time for small talk with him.

"Yes, he's in his room. You may go up and see him."

She brushed past Elijah and into the foyer, up the stairs and up to Klaus's room. Responses and angry words started to flood her mind now, and she was sure she would have a million things to say to him as soon as she slapped him across his stupid face first.

He was standing on the balcony, looking out at the city, his face serene and calm. Cami lost her breath when she saw him, and everything she had planned to say to him, starting with "Where do you get off?" just fell away.

It took a few seconds before he realized that she was there, standing stock still in his doorway staring at him. When he saw her, he smiled, and she felt like she couldn't get a breath in her. Her stomach was seizing, and she couldn't look away from him. All that ran through her mind was that she had been so right to come back, to leave the island and house and Daniel behind, to come back for Klaus.

"Camille," he said, coming closer to her so that he was standing a few feet away. "I was wondering when you would show up."

This comment seemed to snap her back to reality, and she felt the anger return. She thought about slapping him, she really did, but she just didn't have it in her anymore, even though she was still furious at him. "Explain yourself," she said through clenched teeth.

"How do you mean?"

Now the anger was bubbling over in her, and she could not control herself or hold herself back from the tirade that was threatening to burst forth from her. "Why did you just up and leave with no warning or note or text or anything? You were just gone and I couldn't believe that after you had comforted me and helped me that night that you would just leave like that. I couldn't believe that you would just leave me alone in my bed like I was some common one night stand to you. And I can't believe that you wouldn't say anything, you would just be gone when I still needed you."

Klaus looked taken aback for a second; he had clearly not been expecting her to be so forthcoming or direct, because even though she was often angry with him, she so rarely told him exactly what was on her mind in its entirety. "And," she added quickly, "I can't believe that you talked to Daniel about leaving, and not to me. And that you just expected me to drop everything and come running in the hopes that you'd give me some sort of explanation to all this."

"Well, in all fairness, my love, I think that's exactly what you did, isn't it?" he said, grinning crookedly.

"Don't do that!" she practically shouted. "Don't do that. Please don't deflect right now and don't do that smirking thing and don't avoid answering me. Just tell me because I'm so mad at you right now and I want there to be some sort of explanation for it all because I think you owe me that."

He took a long moment before he answered. "I left because I…was afraid of growing closer to you." She could tell it was taking a lot of effort on his part to admit this. "But after I took some time to think about it, I knew that I had done the wrong thing, and that I needed to make it up to you somehow. So I told Daniel that if you ever asked for an explanation, you would need to get it from me in person, thus ensuring two things. Number one, that I would be able to apologize for leaving so abruptly. And number two, that you would come back to New Orleans when you were ready. That you would come home."

It was taking Cami's brain a long time to process all of this information. It was hard to comprehend that he was being this honest and direct with her, that he had admitted that he had been scared, that he was wrong, that he wanted her to come after him. "And what if I hadn't?"

"Then I would have found you. One way or another, I would have gotten myself back to you. I will always find you, Camille, as long as I know you still want me to."

He was standing so close to her now, and she felt the sudden urge to run. She had been running from him for so long, she had been hiding from the truth. That night that he had comforted her, that night that he had slept beside her in her bed, they had gotten so close to admitting that there was something between them after all, but they had not gotten this close before. Now was the first time that they were saying everything out loud, and it was terrifying to her.

It would be so easy to turn around, to just walk out the door and leave. But he had never been so honest with her, or so upfront with his feelings. He was always concealing them, deflecting, trying to keep her at arm's length, but now it seemed he was spilling everything. And Cami so desperately wanted to open the floodgates and spill everything too.

She could see him now as she had never seen him before, not Klaus Mikaelson, Fearsome Hybrid, but Niklaus, someone vulnerable. Human, even.

Her hand reached up and cupped his face, her thumb tracing along his lower lip. That constant war within her was coming to the surface as she fought with herself, wondering if she should just get on with it and kiss him or if she should break away, if someone should disengage like they always did before things got too serious. She felt his warm breath on the pad of her thumb, and she shivered as she felt the very edge of his tongue touch it as it ran along the inside of his lip.

And then suddenly her hand was moving away from his mouth, up into his hair as she pulled him to her, her lips meeting his with a gentle force that sent a jolt through her. His lower lip was between her lips, and she held still for a moment, her eyes closed, trying to memorize every single thing that was happening— the warmth of his lips, the slight prickle of his stubble against her skin, the musky scent that filled her nostrils from being so close to him.

For a moment, he stood totally frozen, unresponsive and rigid as she ended the kiss softly, pulling back to look at him. She ran her hands through his hair and studied his face, his eyes still closed for a second before he opened them again. And she smiled hopefully at him; she didn't care that he hadn't really kissed her back, she just felt indescribably happy that she had gotten to kiss him at all, after all this time of imagining how it would be.

His arms wound around her waist then, and he pulled her body flush against him as his lips met hers again. He kissed her hungrily, inhaling sharply as he did so, his brow furrowed. She kissed back, her mouth moving with his as his lips parted slightly. His tongue tentatively ran along her lower lip and she opened her mouth more to allow his tongue to edge past her teeth.

Cami's brain had completely shut off now. How many times had she imagined a scene just like this, how many times had she pictured kissing him? And finally, it was happening in real life. She couldn't think about anything besides how perfect it was, how perfect he was.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him to her, her hands playing with his curls. His breathing was becoming more and more ragged with each passing second, and Cami's skin felt like it was on fire. They stood there in Klaus's room, kissing for what felt like an eternity, and she never wanted it to end.

His lips left hers for a moment to trail sweet, lazy kisses down her neck. Her eyes closed and her jaw dropped, and she knew that if he kept doing that, her clothes would be in a pile on the floor in about three seconds.

Klaus's lips moved back up her neck, catching her mouth with his once again as he kissed her deeply, his tongue running along hers. She was feeling more and more breathless with every moment that went by, and she was afraid that she might pass out or that her knees would buckle and she would swoon right there. This time, she broke the kiss and moved her lips down the skin of his neck, occasionally sucking at the skin there and relishing the small gasps that came from his as a response.

His fingers closed in her hair and he pulled her away, his eyes staring at her hungrily, like he would not be able to restrain himself from having her. Go on then, she thought. Please.

His mouth crashed against hers once more and she felt herself moving backwards to the bed where he laid her down gently, pulling away for a second. Klaus took his own shirt off, and Cami felt a moment of disappointment, hoping that she'd be the one to get to do that. But when she stared at the long, bare expanse of his torso, the broadness of his shoulders, the taut skin of his stomach, she forgot all about it.

Immediately after he'd joined her on the bed, she pulled him on top of her, her hands running all over his back. His breath was hot against her ear as he took the lobe into his mouth, toying with it gently between his teeth. His lips returned to her mouth and he kissed her slowly then, deeply, and she savored the taste of his mouth as it moved against hers.

He sat up after a long moment, taking her with him as she straddled his lap. His hands wound their way into the hem of her shirt, tugging it up and over her head as he tossed it onto the floor beside the bed. Nerves were starting to get the better of her then as she trembled beneath his touch when he ran his hands along her curves.

"Are you alright?" he whispered close to her ear. When she nodded vigorously, he asked, "Shall I keep going, then?"

"Please," she said, her voice coming out low and husky.

He kissed her again, slowly and tenderly before he kissed down her neck, occasionally sucking the skin there between his teeth. Cami moaned softly, and he smiled against her skin. They were still sitting up, she was straddling his lap, as his hands began to wander. One reached around her back, dipping in to the back pocket of her jeans, while the other wound around to her front and cupped her breast over her bra.

She moaned louder at this, her breathing ragged and coming out in short huffs. An aching between her legs was growing painful at an alarmingly fast rate, and she wasn't sure how long she could hold on without completely ripping his clothes off.

Klaus slid her bra strap off her shoulder as he kissed at her collarbone. He pulled the bra cup away from her breast, his thumb running over her already-hard nipple. Again, Cami was struck with the knowledge that she didn't think she was going to behave herself for much longer. She spread her legs wider across his lap in the hopes that she could get some relief for the aching that was growing there.

Unhooking her bra, he slowly took it off her, his fingers trailing along her shoulders and arms as he did so. He laid her back so that she was underneath him once more. She relished the warmth of his chest against hers, the musky scent of his skin filling her nose. She rocked her hips against his, relishing the small friction it produced but knowing it was nowhere near enough to satisfy her.

Her fingers fumbled to unbuckle his belt and undo the fly of his jeans. Eventually, she accomplished both tasks, pushing his pants over his hips as he worked them the rest of the way off, adding them to the growing pile of discarded clothes on the floor. She could feel his hardness against her hip as he kissed her once more and she ran her fingernails down his back.

He undid the button of her jeans and pulled down the zipper, his hand dipping below the waistband of her underwear. His long fingers teased her for what felt to her like an eternity before she felt one go inside her. He watched her expression hungrily as he added another finger and she rolled her head back on the pillow, her mouth open in a silent "O."

His fingers worked inside her for only a few minutes before she gripped his wrist, stopping him. She pushed her jeans and underwear down, kicking them off so that she was now completely bare in front of him. Her hand reached for his boxer briefs, pushing them off his hips as he did the rest until he too was naked before her.

Cami took him into one hand, stroking his hard length as he moaned softly, kissing her neck. With her free hand, she grasped his wrist again, taking the two fingers that had been inside her and running her tongue along them. "Tell me you want me," she demanded, her voice low, her lips red and swollen from kissing.

"I want you, Camille. So badly." His hand was cupping her face as he stared at her, his eyes dark and clouded with lust. "Can I have you? Please." The last word was tense, his jaw tight and she could see that he cared so much for her and that he needed her just as much as she needed him.

"Yes," she said.

He pulled away from her and reached across the bed to the nightstand, opening the top drawer and extracting a condom. After he had put it on, he kissed her deeply, situating himself between her hips.

Slowly, excruciatingly slowly, he pushed inside her and they cried out in unison from the sheer pleasure of it. She held him to her, her hands digging into his back as he began to rock against her.

Thoughts began to creep back into Cami's head, and she could distinguish some of them. Most were, I knew that this was the right choice, I knew I was supposed to come back, I knew that he and I were supposed to end up together, I knew that he was right and that one way or another we would have found each other. The other thoughts that filled her now were just, Oh god yes, more, pleasepleaseplease, oh god.

They rolled over so that she was on top of him, pressing down on him with increasing force. She had known that she wouldn't last long, but it didn't matter, she just needed this agony to end. She listened to his moans and could tell that he was close too. "Please," she whispered under her breath.

Klaus turned her over again so that once more he was on top of her. He rocked into her harder with each thrust. "Do you want me to make you cum?" he said close to her ear, his voice ragged and interspersed with moans.

"Please," she repeated, this time in more of a whine. "Please."

He gripped her hips hard and rocked against her with increasing force and speed. With each thrust, she felt herself getting closer to the edge of immense pleasure, and from the sound of his moans, it seemed like Klaus was there too.

And then they were both crying out, heads thrown back in unison. Cami's body was flooded with warmth, her back arched off the bed beneath him, her eyes rolled so far back that she wasn't sure she'd ever be able to open them again.

After a long moment, after they had both come down from their climaxes, he rolled away but maintained a hold on her hand, his fingers laced through hers. She nestled into his side, suddenly being struck by the similarity that this position had to when he'd slept in her bed that night on Kiawah.

She wondered to herself why they couldn't have started something then. But she remembered that she had been too vulnerable then, too emotionally bereft to initiate anything. And she knew that if he had stayed with her on the island then, they would have settled in to a routine and continued their endless tap dance around each other. No, she knew now that it had to happen this way. Because now she could see that he was right, that one way or another they would have found each other but that it wasn't meant to happen that night on the island.

He leaned down and kissed the top of her head. "You have no idea how long I've been thinking about how this would happen," he said quietly.

She blushed and giggled, not sure she was willing to admit that she'd wondered the exact same thing. "I thought maybe something could have happened that night on Kiawah, but I know the moment wasn't right."

He took her chin in his hand, making her look at him. "You're right, it wasn't. And I know I hurt you in leaving, and I took a big gamble by doing it. But I knew that you would always come back to me. Or that I would have found you some other way. Because in this world of horrors and monsters and death, I know that one good thing exists here, and it's me and you. One way or another, I truly believe, despite all the chaos that surrounds us at all times, that there's something like fate at work here. I was always supposed to meet you."

This kind of talk was frightening her, not because he was being too serious, but because once again he was being surprisingly vulnerable and honest. And that told her that he truly believed what he was saying, which made her believe it too. It didn't matter now if she would ever go back to the island because she had a home right here in this city. With him.

[A/N: Thus concludes I Will Always Find You. Hope you all enjoyed! It seems many of the readers have enjoyed my Daniel character, and I might include him in a future story if you like! Don't forget to read, favorite, follow, review, etc. Thanks for staying tuned xoxo- lordfartquad]