Klaus looked at the young woman who had fallen asleep in his arms. They had been sitting on his couch watching a movie but decided to better use the time talking. He learned a great deal about her during that time and she about him. Never had he wanted to know someone so fully nor to have them know so much about him. It was kind of an alien feeling for him to care so deeply about someone.

It was very early in the morning and Reagan had just fallen asleep curled into Klaus' chest. Klaus couldn't help but stare as she snoozed against him. He stroked her hair gently which had long since dried into soft waves that framed her face. Looking closer at her face revealed a smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose and on the apples of her cheeks.

His eyes dipped lower, noticing that the neck of her immense sweatshirt had dipped low on her chest, revealing a small amount of cleavage. He traced the delicate curves of her body, stopping momentarily in strategic locations that he longed to touch, and slowly proceeding down her long legs. She truly was a beautiful woman with a fantastic body.

He most definitely wanted her badly. This was a fact that he could never and would never deny. However, they decided not to rush into that until they had been going out for a while or at least until he had discussed their relationship with Dr. Wasser. Reagan had disclosed some things about her past relationships that made Klaus feel a strange mixture of anger and sadness for her.

She let out a soft sigh and nuzzled deeper into his chest. He smiled and kissed the top of her head gently. He could not understand how or why anyone would treat this beautiful girl as anything other than the treasure she was. She smiled softly and he found himself curious as to what she was dreaming about.

As much as he hated himself for it, he couldn't help but be a little jealous of those from her past. Experiencing every part of her was not really the reason for his envy, though if he were to be honest, that was part of it as well. They had known her, the real her, without the pain and sadness. They had known her without the distrust of everyone around her. Maybe she had always been this way. Unfortunately, he would never know. One thing that he did know, however, was that he wanted her to trust him, to know that he would always be there for her, and to be happy with him the way he expected he would be with her.

Glancing at the clock revealed the time to be a little after five. He slid his arm under his sleeping beauty and pressed her harder against his chest. Carefully, he stood with her and slowly carried her to his bed. He gently laid her on top of it and climbed into the bed next to her. Pulling the covers over them both, he snuggled closer to her and wrapped her up in his arms. He kissed her lips gently and whispered a soft good night before falling asleep quite easily.

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Klaus awoke the next morning before Reagan. He stared at the young woman lying next to him glad to see that last night had not just been a wonderful dream. Her chest rose and fell slowly with her steady breathing. He watched her sleep for some time and smiled adoringly as she released a soft sigh. As much as he hated to leave this wonderful site before him, he decided to get up and start getting ready for the day.

Not five minutes passed before his bedroom door was thrown open with the flamboyant flair that could only be exhibited by Marian.

"Good morning darling! The sun is up and so should we be!" Marian called boisterously.

Reagan shot up in bed and screamed causing Marian to also scream. Klaus, who was in the middle of brushing his teeth in the adjoining bathroom came running out wielding his toothbrush like a weapon.

"Reagan! What's wrong?" Or at least that's what he tried to say through his mouthful of toothpaste. His eyes then fell on Marian who had that grin that said, "This must be told to everyone. EVERYONE!"

Klaus let out an extremely irritated groan, "You cannot tell ANYONE!" He attempted to say through the toothpaste.

"What's that honey? I should tell everyone?"

Klaus growled in response, returning to the bathroom to spit out his toothpaste. When he returned, both people were gone. He questioned for a moment whether Reagan sleeping in his bed was another of his damned fantasies. She was here, he knew that she had been. He could still the warmth of her body next to his coursing through his veins. Maybe Marian's appearance had scared her off like so many other women before her. He didn't know for sure what had happened except she was no longer here. Sighing in frustration, he returned to the bathroom to take a shower.

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Klaus stepped out of his bathroom wearing his favorite pair of faded, worn out jeans. He stared at his cellphone, wondering if he should try texting or calling Reagan. Even if she decided that she no longer wished to be with him, he felt that it would be better to get this unpleasant conversation out of the way. He let out a weary breath and slid his phone into his back pocket, deciding it would probably be better to let the situation settle a bit before getting into this argument. He stepped out of his bedroom still deep in thought.

As he got closer to his kitchen, his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of melodic, feminine laughter. He quickened his pace to the kitchen. To his surprise, there was Reagan, busily mixing something in a bowl while Marian was standing next to the island drinking a cup of coffee. They both seemed to be rather enthralled in a pleasant conversation...about him.

"And then he looks at the man and says, 'I swear officer, I was wearing pants when I got here!" Marian burst out laughing as he finished the story.

Reagan laughed but quickly stifled it when she saw Klaus. She bit down on her quivering lip with mirth still in her eyes. He couldn't help but smile at her as relief washed over him, glad that he had been wrong and that she had stayed. However, his expression quickly changed to a glare in Marian's direction as he realized the story he was telling her.

"What's that look for honey?!" Marian asked innocently.

"Yeah boss what's the matter?" Reagan asked stifling another laugh.

Klaus glared at Marian even harder, "I hate you so much right now."

"Oh pish-posh! You love me and can't live without me."

"Maybe I want a trial separation," Klaus grumbled.

"Fine but if you want a divorce then I get the house and this lovely young lady," he said indicating Reagan.

"First off, what house? This is my apartment. You just barge in when the mood strikes you. Secondly, just no."

"Oh poo!" Marian exclaimed pouting. "You're no fun."

"What do you want anyway?" Klaus asked a bit perturbed.

"I need a reason to see my snuggle bear?" Marian asked as he pulled Klaus into a tight hug.

"I am feeling the urge to hit you now." Klaus remarked dryly.

"You wouldn't hit me! That would be spousal abuse!"

Klaus pinched the bridge of his nose, "I honestly have no response to that."

Marian cheered and clapped his hands, "I win and my prize shall be more embarrassing stories about Klaus!"

Klaus groaned loudly and turned his attention to Reagan who was shaking with laughter. She grinned at him and quickly went back to what she was doing. Picking her bowl back up, she started pouring the mixture into a pan.

Pouring himself a cup of coffee and hoping to change the subject, Klaus asked, "What are you making?"

She smiled up at him as she popped the pan into the oven, "It's a breakfast casserole that my grandma used to make for me. I hope you don't mind. I just thought it would be nice to have breakfast together."

He hugged her, kissing her lips gently, "I don't mind at all. That sounds like a wonderful idea."

Suddenly Marian stepped forward, wrapping them both up in a tight bear hug, "I don't mind either! I'm just happy not to be the one slaving away over a hot stove for this slave driver!" he stated dramatically.

"I'm the one that cooks in this relationship." Klaus responded indignantly before realizing what he had just said. "Dammit! Now you have me doing it!"

Marian let out an exaggerated breath, cupping his cheek in his hand, "Oh how I wish I could get you doing it. Then you might be in a better mood."

Reagan laughed loudly while Klaus just looked at him with a rather wry expression, "You either need to behave or get out."

"You can kick me out but I'll just come right back," he replied in a rather sing song voice.

"Please?"

"Oh fine! I'll be good. But I still get to tell more stories!"

Klaus groaned loudly in irritation as Marian began a new round of embarrassing stories.