This didn't go in quite the direction I wanted to but I still like it. Sorry it took so long. I might double update if I can.

Hey

Car?

What r u doing?

OMG Enzo did something so sweet today and I need to tell you

Help. Me. Caroline thought wryly.

Just a few of the many, many, many texts Bonnie had sent her alone. "I am dying for the moment you let me text something of my choice, love," Klaus teased. Caroline, currently laying in a chair with her bare legs over the arm, handed the phone to him. Klaus laid on the bed, on his back with his head at the foot to talk to her. His crewneck sweatshirt had even brought a new appreciation to his figure, one Caroline had often ignored. He looked so at ease; it was an honestly beautiful sight.

Sadly, upon her handing the phone into his reach, Klaus' position became more confused and surprised. Klaus snatched it up, making Caroline chuckle, "Just nothing dramatic, Nik."

"Alright, sweetheart," she loved when he called her that, and Caroline suspected he knew that. "'I am terribly sorry'‒Bonnie or BonBon?" There was a snaking look in his eyes, a playfulness of a boy laced with the words of a man. Caroline giggled, rolling her eyes. "Let's just say Bonnie, shall we? 'But I have to kiss my beloved hybrid, and not Tyler the fool.'" Caroline had looked at him with an incredulous look, eyes wide and concerned for his sanity. Especially for adding Tyler in it. "Is that good?" A smirk came upon his lips at her expression.

"Give me it," she demanded, half blurting. Klaus hid it somewhere behind him at her continuing worrying. Klaus sat up straight and looked at her.

"Not until you tell me something, love." Caroline ignored the seriousness underlying the simple message.

"What?"

"What are we?" Caroline's undead heart stopped for a moment. She dreaded this conversation, this confession. "We can't possibly be friends, or, do tell, do you smack lips with Elena and Stefan as well?" Caroline wanted to roll her eyes and call him an idiot at that. Smart ass.

"Fine." She sat up, taking a deep breath. His already dark blue-green eyes seemed darkest when serious and brusque. "But I am not a puppet, and I am not Elena. Or anyone else you controlled."

"Never thought you were," he said, almost defensively but directly a reassurance. "In this, I promise, you have shared control." Caroline felt a spike of want at his words, trying to tell herself she couldn't trust it but when has that ever worked? "But I have to warn you, Caroline, I am not an impulsive teenager," Caroline raised an eyebrow at the word impulsive, but she knew what he was getting at. "I am not Tyler Lockwood‒vengeance raving teenager who isn't as great in bed as he thinks." "And there are things I take more pleasure in than a teenage boy, that I don't well bend to…" A devil's twitch of a grin and a darkening in his eyes told her everything. Caroline was excited to learn that again. She could still feel tree bark against her skin.

His eyes gazing at hers while talking was incredibly intoxicating in more than one. Klaus made sparks fireworks and simple pleasures into treasured indulgences. "And what do you call it? Officially?" Klaus' chest took a big rise, a smile of something Caroline couldn't figure.

"Perhaps I should show you," Caroline's ears perked. She wanted, God how she wanted him to show her, but she wasn't sure that should happen. Caroline wasn't sure if she was ready for that if they were going to be a relationship.

Caroline pursed her lips, before "smacking" them with his. They fell on the bed together, his arms moving to pull her closer as they molded.

"No," she said breathlessly, just thinking about it. "We… Can't mess up the bed, or anything. Just tell me." Amusement entertained Klaus' features, a rumble of laughter slipping from him. He surprised Caroline by closing the apparently small gap between them, his hand slipping to her blonde curls, pink lips find hers. Her eyes fluttered shut at the contact.

"Mine," his deep voice whispered in her ear, making her shudder. Caroline had a retort on her tongue, but no sound made itself out. Instead, her hand flew up to his necklaces to pull him closer.

Grinning when they pulled away for air, Klaus pressed a kiss to her forehead as he moved to the fridge. He was disappointed at the sight‒ "I'll be back," he said and she frowned. "We've run out of blood, and rum." He threw his leather jacket over his shoulder. Caroline noted he took nothing from the stashed cash they'd combined.

"Try not to kill anyone," Caroline called with a grin as she swung her feet back over the chair's arm. Klaus shot her a look, but she just laughed. Still laughing she picked up a coffee from the drawer next to her. "Shit!" Caroline felt heat pool down on her.

"Throw it! Come on!" Caroline urged Klaus to throw the blood bag her way as he entered the door. He did so, opening his own with teeth. He eyed her but didn't say anything.

"You should wear that more often," he pointed to the gray henley she borrowed.

"I dropped coffee, okay? My clothes are in the dryer and," she looked down at herself, ignoring the heat flooding her cheeks, "It fits." Caroline took another drink of her bag.

"I agree with you, love, but maybe next time I should give you a better reason to wear my clothing," he winked at her. Caroline nearly choked, coughing, making Klaus chuckle.