Together

Tyler Lockwood made a mental note to never make a trip to The Back Room again without proper back up. As hard as it was to admit, he was lucky. If him and Matt were ever faced with that situation again they would surely meet their demise. He seemed to forget that they weren't free to roam New Orleans as long as Klaus stood as king.

Caroline. His mind began to wonder. His mind, body and soul were wrapped around her completely. He did nothing but think about her. Everything he did was for her. It was like an obsession, an addiction he couldn't quit. Caroline would be his. He just had to come up with a plan to get her.

XOXO

"Bring him in." Klaus announced as he kept his eyes down on his paperwork. The young man looked frightened as he entered Klaus's office. He rolled his eyes as the man reluctantly took a seat in front of him.

"What's your name?" Klaus asked simply.

"Marcel." He said quickly.

"I assume you realize why I summoned you here?" Of course Marcel knew. He should have never trusted that Lockwood boy. He was told that he would be greatly rewarded if he took Klaus out.

Marcel was impulsive. He never thought his plans through. He just acted on them.

The whole city of New Orleans knew that Caroline Mikaelson was indeed Klaus's property. He had made a little show of his it three days ago at The Back Room. Marcel was now truly convinced that everything the Lockwood kid told him was a complete lie. After all, he was new to the city and to this type of life.

He should have done his research before he crossed the most feared man in New Orleans.

"I'm not a merciful man Marcel, but I'm in a particularly good mood this morning, you see I found out some great news about my wife Caroline. Not that it's any of your business or Tyler's, but if you could send him a message for me, I may consider letting you live."

Marcel would take anything at this point. He agreed to Klaus's demands and returned to the Lockwood estate fearful of what would be done to him because he failed the mission.

Tyler looked indifferent as he approached him. He didn't know whether he was going to be receiving good or bad news.

"He caught me, sir." Marcel put his head down and waited for his reaction. He felt a sharp sting as Tyler slapped him across the head. He picked up a nearby vase and slammed it against the wall.

"What the fuck went wrong Marcel? I thought I could trust you with this and you couldn't even get past the front door. How pathetic." He talked down to him, but he was telling the truth. He deserved nothing but shame.

"He told me to give you this message." Marcel reached into his pocket and pulled out a letter sealed with the Mikaelson crest on the front.

XOXO

They had just finished dinner in Florence. Caroline had never been outside of New Orleans let alone here. Klaus seemed to be an entirely different person when he was alone with her. Even though she had barely known him for a week Caroline could sense that he was getting used to her company.

Klaus led them back to their suite that looked over a beautiful bay. She looked out the window and could see the gas filled lights that lined the entire city. She knew it was late, but she wasn't anticipating falling asleep just yet.

She felt him come up behind her and she involuntarily leaned against him. He kissed her left shoulder and the entire way up her neck. They both stood there with what felt like forever and finally Caroline made the first move.

"Can you help me get out of my dress?" she asked.

This was starting to become 'their routine'. Every night Klaus would assist her in removing the dress that she wore that day. Klaus didn't know if she really needed help, or if it was her way of indirectly coming onto him.

Klaus said nothing and moved her long blonde curls over her shoulder. Caroline shivered at his sensual touch. He took both of his hands and slipped them inside her dress and undid the first button.

Caroline closed her eyes. This reminded her of her wedding night, except it felt more intimate than it had the first time. She knew that he wouldn't be aggressive tonight.

"I never understood why women wore clothes that were so hard to get off." He whispered suddenly in her ear as he undid the second, third and the fourth. Each release of a button exposed her more and more to him. Finally, all of the buttons were undone and before he could completely remove her dress she turned around and faced him. The only thing that separated Klaus and Caroline was the dress held up by only her hands. If she let go, she would completely be exposed.

"Thank you," she said and kissed him on the cheek.

She went to move passed him, but his arm stopped her. "Wait, Caroline…"

Her dress was no longer covering her body. While she was trying to get away, her hands let go of the dress. Klaus was once again speechless by her flawlessness. He never thought that a woman could ever silence him, but Caroline proved him wrong.

He never thought anything would come out of this marriage other than sex, but he didn't realize it until this exact moment that it was much more than a signed contract. He knew what he held with Caroline was intense and she felt it to.

He closed the gap between them and grabbed her by the waist. He pressed his lips as hard as he could against hers. He pulled her dress from beneath her feet, picked her up and carried her to the bed.

Caroline quickly helped him out of his clothes. They were frantic, eager to touch each other, but neither of them wanted built-up feelings to go away with a quick release.

He leaned down and kissed across her collarbone. He took one hand and began to knead her breasts as he continued to taunt her with his peppery kisses. One of her hands went around he neck as she tried to pull him closer to her. She wanted to feel him against her.

His slow taunting continued as he moved onto the other breast, but this time with his lips. Caroline moaned in pleasure as the intensity built up inside her. She need him inside her. "Klaus… please." She begged.

Klaus smiled at her submissiveness. He knew that she was ready for him. He slipped inside her with one quick movement, completely filling her. She arched her back in response and let out a deep moan.

He continued to thrust inside her, completely dominating her entire body. Klaus then flipped them over so she was on top of him. He leaned against the headboard of the bed so that he was in a sitting position. Caroline was now straddling him.

She nipped and kissed his shoulder she continued to ride on top of him. Not stopping her movements, she leaned back slightly changing the position. Klaus took his hands and ran them from her shoulder, down her breasts where they then settled on her hips. He felt his orgasm coming closer and began to intensify each movement by using his hands to move her up and down faster.

Caroline went off the edge before he did. She got so lost in the overwhelming feeling that she didn't realize that Klaus got off merely seconds after she did. They slowed down their movements and Caroline leaned into Klaus. They stayed connected briefly before they went at it again two, three, maybe even four times. Caroline eventually lost count as she got deeper and deeper into the night.

Caroline's thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of the front door opening. "Caroline come downstairs sweetheart."

Klaus was home. He was a completely different person when he was here in New Orleans. She wished everyday that she could go back, not only that night, but also every night that she spent there with him. She wasn't in Florence anymore. She was in New Orleans where it was strictly business all the time.

She knew that he was stressed out. She knew that he had a tough, demanding job. Caroline just couldn't see why he had to bring it home with him.

She walked down the staircase and met his embrace. He seemed more chipper than usual. "What's going on Klaus?"

"I got your letter this morning sweetheart. Congratulations! We should go celebrate tonight." Caroline honestly didn't know what he was talking about.

"Klaus, I'm sorry I don't know what you're talking about."

Klaus gave her a puzzled look. "You didn't leave that note in my mailbox this morning?"

"Klaus… I have never written you a letter in my life. What are you talking about?"

He quickly pulled the note out of his pocket and read over the letter again.

Klaus, I am pregnant with your child. He frantically scanned the letter for a name. In the bottom corner of the piece of parchment he found the name; Tatia. He felt his throat dry up. How. Stupid. Could. He. Be.

He was so excited that he failed to look at the bottom corner of the paper where Tatia always signed her name. "Caroline. I need to talk to you about something…"

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