Caroline stood in the dress Klaus loaned her, and looked out to the door, wondering when he was going to come in. This is almost like the ball all over again. Klaus had loaned her this dress, and she was sure there was going to be some compliment on how beautiful she looked, while he danced with her. He'd want to talk when she didn't. But dancing here, only with him and without any judgment; everything felt perfect.
The door opened and she saw him come in. The look he had as he took in her image said all the words she assumed were to also come out of his mouth. But he didn't speak. For once, he didn't say anything. Maybe because he could see in her face the opposition to him doing so. But as he came closer to her, and they turned together, her facing the wall adjacent to the door, she closed her eyes and wondered at what new adjectives were going through his mind.
They'd fallen together in dance as if it were the most natural thing in the world, his hand on her waist, her arm strapped to his shoulder, and their other hands clasped.
This was the first time their hands touched in a way that was less than symbolic and more than simple gratitude. He had taken her hand in both of his the day she'd helped him rid himself of Silas's compulsion. But his hands were slightly shaking still from the pain and the anger he'd omitted, and they were sweaty. And so she didn't know how rough his hands actually were. Thousand-year-old hands were unlikely to be anything else, she supposed, unless you were Elijah Mikaelson.
As they swayed, quietly, Caroline's head rested on his, and she pulled his hand that was resting on her waist to envelope her more in his embrace, she could feel the sleeve of his jacket on her bare arm, and his hand rested lightly on the small of her back.
Klaus closed his eyes and breathed in Caroline's scent, gripping her soft hand tighter and letting himself be lost in the moment. It felt as if, with her, he was safe. Just as she was safe with him. When the world was put into her perspective, it wasn't so evil any longer. It was just something you had to deal with. Otherwise you could enjoy it. Like he did when he was younger. Even with the evil that lurked mere days from him.
She smiled to herself because she was dancing with Klaus, and gripped him tighter, knowing this moment could last forever.
But it didn't. He had to leave before anyone would notice him. But they held eachother tight for another moment before Klaus held a promise in his eyes, that this wasn't the last time they would dance.
And like that he was gone.