Took some time to get this up due to finals but hopefully this is worth the wait! This chapter is extra long as a little reward for the wait. On the bright side, updates should be more frequent with now being the much anticipated summer holidays ;)
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Chapter 11: Better In Time
Saturday, 10th January 2015, 7.00pm
The Westin Boston Waterfront Hotel
Caroline checked her reflection in the bathroom suite for the umpteenth time, ensuring her makeup and hair was flawless for the night ahead. God, she was nervous for their date tonight. She was just thankful her face wasn't showing her nerves.
"Sweetheart, are you okay in there?" Klaus knocked on the door lightly, checking up on her. He had been waiting for the past hour giving her as much time as she needed to prepare herself. He started growing worried after the first thirty minutes when there were still no signs of her emerging from the bathroom.
"Just give me a few more minutes," she replied, taking a deep breath. She hadn't been this nervous over a date for as long as she could remember, though she wasn't surprised of her reactions. He always did manage to reduce her into a nerve wrecking mess. Despite this being far from their first date, it didn't help to settle her nerves in any manner. In fact, her nerves were much worst considering their circumstances. This was their first official date since their divorce and she wasn't sure what to do or what to expect.
She was falling hard and fast again for him and was determined to dress and impress. Although she was well aware he wasn't interested in just her looks, she still wanted to be able to surprise him. She had a womanly body now and was more than happy to flaunt her assets. She scanned her reflection yet again, liking how the little open back lace dress she had stumbled upon earlier during the day fitted on her. She had been returning from negotiating a payout with the employee when she spotted the dress displayed on the shop window across the street. She was instantly drawn to it and after trying it on, she knew she had to buy it. The price was outside her usual budget but she knew she would look ravishing in it.
"So worth it," she murmured to herself, enjoying how the dress looked on her. The colour complimented her creamy while skin. It was classy with a touch of sexy and it was an added bonus that the low cowl neck design accentuated her ample cleavage. She remembered his affinity for lace and knew this number would be a hit. All in all, she was very pleased with her purchase.
She applied a final coat of her dark red lip gloss and spritzed her favourite fragrance and looked at the mirror for the last time prepping herself, "You've got this!" Grabbing her clutch purse from the counter, she slipped on the black high heels she had brought and pushed the door open. She saw him sitting on the bed wearing a white shirt that had several buttons unbuttoned at the neck and a suit jacket with the sleeves folded up paired with navy pants, looking as gorgeous as ever. She barely controlled the impulse to run her fingers over the necklaces he always wore that was peeking from the top of his shirt tempting her.
She couldn't help but wonder whether he still kept the leather necklace with a wolf pendant she'd gotten him for his birthday so many years ago. Considering their messy divorce, she wouldn't be surprised if he threw every token of anything that would remind him of her away. She herself had tried disposing of everything he'd given her and when it was evident she couldn't possibly bring herself to do it, she left almost everything behind Mystic Falls, moving to New York with no reminder of her time with him. Though, the only thing she couldn't allow herself to depart from was the wedding band that she had hidden inside a small velvet box inside her nightstand. She never could bring herself to get rid of the ring. The ring held both good and bad memories, all which she cherished despite how things had turned out. He was her first love, the love of her life and nothing would ever change that.
Klaus's head snapped up when he heard the creaking sound of the bathroom opening. He was stunned and speechless at the sight of her that he couldn't even begin to form a coherent thought.
Caroline caught him staring at her and could only hoped that the heat she saw flaring in his eyes was not her imagination, because it was spreading a familiar warmth through her. She cleared her throat to break the tension when he remained unmoving. "I'm ready," she whispered catching his gaze. "Are you?"
Klaus blinked trying to clear his head of all the images he had concocted in his mind since seeing her in in that dress. The lace dress fitted her like a glove, sending his imagination into overdrive. He could think of so many things he could do with her without even stepping out of the suite. "What?" He spluttered gathering himself.
She blushed when his gaze remained transfixed on her. "We should get going," she picked up her coat on the bed and slipped it on.
He stood up, brushing a hand through his unruly curls embarrassed at being caught gaping at her. "You look beautiful," he whispered moving forward to place a kiss on the corner of her mouth. He wasn't sure whether a kiss on the lips would be well received, thus opting for the safer option. Their relationship was still so tentative and raw, he would be dammed if he tried to push her too much and ruin things.
"You look good yourself," Caroline smiled at him, the smell of his aftershave entered her nostrils at the close proximity. She was hyper aware of how close they were; a little turn would have their mouths connected. She forced herself to pull away not trusting herself. How badly she wanted to kiss him.
He grinned, offering her his hand, "Shall we?"
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The restaurant Klaus brought her was spectacular. The design was elegant complete with marble floors and beautiful hand painted murals on the walls and ceiling. It was a luxurious establishment with the crystal glasses and fancy silverware, one that was also packed with a number of famous and wealthy people.
"How did you managed to get us a table here?" Caroline asked quietly as they waited for the hostess to show them to their seats.
"I have a mate that's the owner here," he answered just as the hostess motioned to them to follow her. She led them to an intimate table in the back of the busy restaurant.
The young woman handed them the menus along with a bright smile, "Your waitress would be with you shortly."
"You have a friend that owns this place?" Caroline asked eyeing her surroundings. She was impressed at how he managed to plan such a romantic dinner in less than twenty- four hours. Klaus had never really taken her out for such a fancy romantic dinner when they were married. It made her nervous because she had always dreamed of him taking her out on a dinner like this, being showered with candles and wine. The lights were dim in their secluded corner and it was a very romantic setting, one that was making her stomach filled with butterflies.
"Yeah, my housemate in college. You remember Josh don't you?" He wanted this to be a special night for them, for them to move past everything.
She vaguely remembered seeing him before but couldn't put a picture for a face. Their waitress arrived before she could ponder on the man further. "Get me your best white wine please," Klaus ordered not bothering to even look at the wine list.
Caroline watched as the waitress hurried off. "It's a little too fancy don't you think?" She liked the atmosphere of the place but she didn't need anything fancy or expensive. All she really wanted was to spend time getting to know him again.
"I want to," he quipped placing the menu aside and instead focused on her bright blue orbs shimmering in the light from the candle in the centre of their table. "Plus this is the best Italian place in town. The reviews are great. You'll love it."
Klaus had called in a personally favour from Josh for this. He wanted the night to be memorable for both of them and Mamma Maria had been a perfect choice for that especially with Italian being her favourite food. They had rarely enjoyed fine dining when they were both married, both too young to understand the need for it, but things were different now. He wasn't dependant on his family's money or trust fund, he had a thriving career that was making him a bucket load of money and he wanted to spoil her. She deserved the best after all.
She wanted to object further after looking at the shocking prices listed on the menu. She didn't need him to spend this unnecessary amounts on her, she was content over a simple dinner as long as it was with him. "Klaus, this isn't necessary," she paused closing the menu carefully.
"I want to," he insisted flicking through the menu. "Now I know you're hungry, what would you like?"
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Caroline was having a hard time deciding what to order due to the menu being mostly in Italian. She was just about to ask Klaus to order something for her when a tall brunette man arrived at the table.
"Niklaus Mikaelson," the man grinned with a huge smile.
"Josh Rosza," Klaus stood up smiling as well.
"It has been far too long dude," Josh tightly embraced his long time friend. "I couldn't believe it when you called."
"I'm back in the States permanently," Klaus said as the two stepped back to really look at each other. Josh had been a close friend and roommate in Yale with both of them taking the same classes and completing the same degree. "I see you've achieved your dream," he patted his friend's back fondly.
"I have," Josh mused looking around his restaurant. It had always been his life long dream to own a fancy well known restaurant and after years of hard work, he finally achieved his goal.
"All the hard work definitely paid off," Klaus agreed recognising a few influential people among the patrons.
"Well you did as well. Top shot lawyer now huh?" He teased having heard from his old pals of Klaus's success.
"Sort off," Klaus chuckled with a laugh not wanting to sound like an arrogant jerk. "It's been too long man, though thanks so much for doing this. I know it was rather last minute." The Brit had kept occasionally contact via emails with his old roommate throughout the four years he was in England though not recently.
"It's my pleasure," Josh grinned finally looking at his friend's date. "So who's this lucky lady?"
"This is Caroline, my uhh –," Klaus introduced pausing, unsure of how to refer to his ex-wife. They hadn't exactly put a label on what they had but he was certain they were beyond the friend zone. Klaus saw his friend's eyes widened, recognition dawning on his face.
"The Caroline?" Josh asked still not believing it. He had caught glimpses of Klaus's pretty wife a handful of times in the past while she'd visited him in Yale but had never really gotten the opportunity to meet her. They would always have locked themselves up in his room and Josh didn't need to be a genius to figure out what they were doing behind closed doors. Plus, he knew better than to cock block his friend. He was confused what they were doing together now though. He had been by the Brit's side when Klaus received the divorce papers. Were they back together?
"Later man," Klaus gave him a warning look, signalling him not to bring up what he was thinking. He was not ready to deal with it yet. They were just starting fresh; he didn't need this added complication of making her uncomfortable.
"Of course," Josh nodded taking the hint. It wasn't his business anyway. "What can I get you?"
"I think we'll stick with the chef's special," Klaus peered at his date if she approved of his choice. There were too many choices on the menu and he couldn't decide on which dish to choose.
"Yes, that will do," she nodded handing Josh the menu.
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"Thanks for the amazing dinner," Caroline dabbed her lips, moaning as the last remains of the chocolate dessert melted in her mouth.
"My pleasure," he coughed shifting in his chair. Dinner had been an absolute torture. His gaze had continuously drop to her breasts or focused on her lush lips. But dessert had been the absolute worst. His blood was still sizzling from how she closed her eyes in ecstasy and licked the chocolate coated spoon with her pink tongue and moaned. Did she have any idea her affect on him? She was tempting him with the revealing dress displaying his favourite asset- her enticing cleavage and her actions almost pushed him over the edge. He could barely control his burning need to just take her there. And was presently left with a boner that desperately wanted to make her closer acquaintance.
"Are you okay?" Caroline picked up on how uncomfortable he looked. He had been shifting in his seat every few minutes since the dessert arrived and he had dropped his gaze from her.
"I'm fine," he kept his tone calm. If only she knew. It'll freak her out. He needed to change the subject. To anything that wouldn't lead to him fanaticizing about her naked or else his little situation was going to be revealed in the public domain.
She didn't believe him but decided to drop the subject, not wanting to ruin the perfect night. She wasn't going to be the overbearing girlfriend again, not this time.
He sipped his wine while willing his erection to subside while contemplating a possible topic of conversation. "If you're not tired, we can go to a bar for a bit?" The night was still young and he didn't want their date to end yet. It didn't matter that they were sharing a room, it felt different to be outside as a couple.
"That sounds nice," she agreed, not wanting their evening to end just yet too.
He signalled to their waitress to bring the bill. The young woman returned promptly delivering the leather portfolio. He placed his credit card along with a fifty dollar note not bothering to scan the check.
"Thank you," she repeated when the waitress left the table. She couldn't begin to fathom how much the meal had cost.
"No, thank you for taking a chance on me," he rose to his feet, offering her his hand, thankful that his erection had subsided considerably.
"We both deserve this," she leaned up and kissed him sweetly on the cheek, wanting to show him how she felt about them.
He brought her hand to his lips and pressed a soft kiss into her palm, "We'll make this work."
She smiled entwining her fingers with his, "We will." No matter what, she wasn't going to give up on them again.
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"How do you know of this place?" Caroline asked truly surprise at their destination. The man had taken her to a little jazz bar after they left the restaurant.
"My brother brought me here once a long time ago," he mused taking in the surroundings. It had been almost five years since he had visited the place and yet it remained the same.
"Elijah?" She asked as they made their way deeper into the bar. She had only seen Elijah a handful of times in the years she was with Klaus mainly during the wedding and occasionally on the holidays. The older Mikaelson resided in Seattle and from what she seen from their interactions, both brothers were not close. Klaus had once told her that there was an unsettled rift between them due to his ex girlfriend- Tatia Petrova. It had taken some time for him to open up about the incident and Caroline was appalled when she found out Tatia had cheated on Klaus with his brother.
"God no," Klaus shook his head guiding her to a table. "It was Kol surprisingly."
"Seriously?" She asked not believing it. She could not imagine the younger Mikaelson frequenting a jazz club. Kol was loud, obnoxious and mostly full of himself. He was a wild card and jazz clubs just didn't seem like his cup of tea.
"I was shocked when he brought me here as well. Anyways, I'll get us some drinks," he stood up from the booth. "Martini?"
"Yes please," she beamed, happy that he still remembered her favourite cocktail.
"Be right back." He made his way across the room and ordered a glass of martini for her and a bourbon on the rocks for himself and waited. It didn't take long before he was bringing back their drinks to the table.
"So, how are you settling being back in the States?" She sipped her martini, crossing one leg elegantly over the other. Her mind was a bit fuzzy from the wine earlier but Caroline felt relaxed enough to open up. There was still so much stuff they hadn't discussed since their separation and they both needed to start somewhere.
"Not too bad," he shrugged drinking a sip of his bourbon, shifting his gaze from her legs. The bar he had brought her was quite crowded due to it being a Saturday night. The place was filled with the smells of colognes, perfumes, cigars, cigarettes and alcoholic beverages. He was glad that the table they were seated was some distance away from the jazz band playing as he wanted to talk, to get to know her again. "Better than I expected with you here," he added.
"Hmm," she mused not believing it. "You freaked out when you saw me. We both did," she pursed her lips, remembering the panic she felt building up.
"I was very surprised that's all. You really did a number on me," he joked hoping he hadn't made things awkward by his reply.
"Klaus I—" She didn't know how to respond to that. Did he blame her for the one to suggest the divorce? Why did he signed the papers if he didn't feel the same then? "It really did a number on me too," she added quietly. She had wanted to work things out with him, she was even willing to move across state for him, but it had all been too late. The distance had caused a enormous strain in their marriage and at that time it was just too much. She didn't think she could do anything to save what they once had.
"I should have tried harder. I gave up on us too easily. You have no idea how much I regret for letting you go. If I'd tried harder things would have been different, maybe we would both be parents now," he took a long swipe of his drink needing to feel it numb the pain of finding out that he could have been a father. If only he tried harder to find her in London, the accident might now have happened.
"I should have tried harder as well," she focused on her drink, trying to keep herself from tearing up. She still got worked up over the mention of her miscarriage. She still felt responsible for the loss.
"I'm sorry," he reached for her hand to squeeze it. "But you need to know that I've regretted walking away from you practically every minute of my life since then. I'd tried moving on but I really couldn't. I couldn't be with anyone but you," he implored further wanting her to know how he felt about her. Klaus knew that they both needed to express their feelings about everything before they could move forward. The conversation was long overdue and he was glad they were finally touching on it now.
She could feel herself tearing up at his admission. He had no idea how much she craved to hear him say those words. "I missed you too. So damn much," she sighed with a watery smile. "I tried moving on as well but I couldn't. Katherine was right about everything."
"Katherine?" He furrowed his brown confused. What had her feisty roommate had to do with anything?
"She told me repeatedly that I couldn't maintain a steady relationship because of my unresolved feelings for you. I kept denying it but the truth is she's absolutely right. I've never really gotten over you," she said unsteadily feeling vulnerable, her voice raw with emotion. But he needed to know how she had felt, she didn't want to be in denial anymore.
"I've never really gotten over you either. I don't expect I ever shall. You have always been a major fixture in my heart," he said resolutely, eyes locked deeply into hers. She was the first person that truly accepted him for himself, love him for all his good points and his flaws. She had meant everything to him and she still did. He moved his hand to cup her cheek, using his thumb to wipe away her rolling tears. "We really are a pair aren't we?"
"I'm glad we're here," she said in a sad smile. They had both been through so much and yet they managed to find their way back to one another. After all, one never really forgets their first love, especially not one where a marriage and divorce was involved.
"Me too. I'm not giving up on us again, not this time," he swore gravelly. She made him want to be a better man and he would be for her.
"We'll make this work."
"We will," he confirmed.
They remained unmoving, both losing themselves in each others eyes and the emotional moment. Caroline was the first to break their bubble wiping the remaining tears from her eyes. "I must look like a mess. I'm just going to the bathroom to freshen up," she said getting up wanting to fix her makeup. She was a tearing wreck and she needed to fix her running makeup before the other patrons begin to notice.
"Alright, I'll grab us another refill," he grabbed her hand before she could go very far.
"Klaus, what-?" She barely got the words out before Klaus had captured her mouth in a long, deeply passionate kiss.
She was surprised at the kiss but she couldn't bring herself to complain, not when this was exactly what she had wanted and she'd been waiting for feel his lips again for so long. His lips were as soft as she remembered and she couldn't begin to explain how much she had missed the taste of him. Her heart lurched as she kissed him back, melting into the kiss.
Finally, far too soon for her liking, he drew back, releasing her mouth to gaze at her deeply. "I've wanted to do that for a long time now," his voice came, hoarse and husky.
Her heart hammered wildly in her chest as she tried to steady herself from the amazing kiss. "I…me too.." She could feel a blush creeping up her cheeks at how her voice was wobbling despicably. She felt like an idiot, dazed like a schoolgirl who had just received her first kiss. "I'll be right back," she breathed forcing away the wobble from her voice before heading towards the directions of the bathroom not looking back. She needed some time to herself to just process what had just happened.
Caroline practically rushed towards the bathroom needing to calm her erratic heartbeat. She fanned herself while staring at the woman in the mirror. Her cheeks were tinged pink, her eyes red and she could swear her lips were slightly swollen from kissing. Instinctively, she touched her lips with her fingertips trying to comprehend what had just transpired. He had kissed her. The kiss was deep and he had kissed her with all the skill she still so vividly remembered. Oh Dear, he just kissed her!
Klaus had always been a glorious kisser and she was still reeling that he had just kissed her. She didn't consider the kiss they'd shared in his apartment when she was sick to be a true kiss as they were not together then and he mostly did it to shut her up. So this was technically their first mindful kiss since everything. And it was just mind numbing that left her craving for more.
Truth be told, she never thought she would feel those kissable lips again not so soon anyway and the realization of it just made everything more real. It would be too easy to just continue kissing him, she knew she wanted him, her body was telling her that much. But she couldn't do that to him or herself. She could not risk her sexual frustration or her desire to sleep with him to ruin everything. They both needed to take things slow, to know that it was real. They needed to get to know one another before adding intimacy into the mix.
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Klaus was waiting at the bar for the refill he requested when someone nudged his shoulder interrupting his train of thought.
"Fancy seeing you here," said the cheeky voice.
He turned with widen eyes, recognising the owner of the voice immediately, surprise at the man beside him. "Kol, what are you doing here?"
"Now is that really the way to greet your brother," the younger Mikaelson heartily clapped his older brother's shoulder delighted at the coincidence. He had been chatting with his colleague when he noticed his brother's familiar figure. He didn't quite believe it at first with the older Brit situating in New York and all and had assumed it was just some random fellow with a strong resemblance to his brother. He hadn't bother giving the blonde man another glance until the public display of affection he witnessed. It was the accented voice that Kol had unintentionally overheard which confirmed his suspicions. "The real question is what are you doing here?"
"I could ask you the exact same thing." Klaus was still reeling over the fact that his younger brother was there. Kol was working as a sports journalist for one of the largest newspapers in New Jersey. He had no reason to be in Boston. How long had he been lingering around the club? Had he seen their kiss just now? Although Kol had been the only member in his entire family that was supportive of his marriage all those years ago, he didn't want him to know about their reunion just yet. His brother was a blabbermouth and his lack of ability to keep a secret would only result in his other family members' knowing and he really couldn't deal with them finding out about their rekindled romance status, not anytime soon if he could help it. His family especially his mother would never stop to ensure that they were separated if they knew. They tried to do it once before and succeeded, he was certain it would be ten times worse this time around.
"I'm writing a piece on the Spinner's game tomorrow," he shrugged. "What about you? What are you doing here?" Kol hadn't seen his brother since his short visit to London three years ago. Klaus had been so different then, the divorce turning him into a colder and grumpy person. It had taken a bulk of encouragement and annoying persistence before he finally managed to persuade his brother for a night out to get laid. Though, the night out had also been a disastrous experience.
"A case," he said simply looking at the direction of the restroom hoping to warn her of his brother's presence.
"Well, I'm glad you've moved on and are back in the game," Kol grinned knowingly. He was happy that his brother wasn't pinning for his ex- wife anymore. It had been awful to watch Klaus busy himself in his studies during his visit. "And you're into blondes again, I see." He remembered how mad his brother was when he introduced him a blonde for a rebound during his visit. Klaus had basically yelled and told him that he was done with blondes. "It's great to see you finally moving on," he quipped leaning against the bar. "We've all been worried about you."
"What are you talking about?" Klaus spluttered trying to gauge what Kol knew or what he had saw. Was this some sort of test? Did he know that Caroline was the blonde in question and was trying to play it off?
"I saw that little passionate display," the younger brother teased wriggling his eyebrows. "I must say you still got it in you. She looks like a tasty little thing." Technically, he hadn't caught a glimpse of the mysterious blonde's face but judging from her exposed back, her delectable body and those mile-long legs, there was a high possibility that she was a beauty. Besides, he was certain his brother had good taste in women.
"That was no one," he lied trying to throw Kol off his back though failing miserably.
"Uh-huh," he looked at him with an unbelieving expression. "You know what, I'll just ask her myself," Kol smirked, looking over his shoulder spotting the blonde exiting the bathrooms. Whoever she was, she'd peeked his interest for letting his brother moved on.
"Don't," he pushed his brother back to the bar not letting him take another step. "What about I buy you a drink instead?" He offered attempting to diverge his brother's attention from his blonde.
"You know I'll never turn down a free drink," Kol grinned, craning his neck trying to look over his brother's shoulder again. He didn't understand why Klaus was being so secretive of the woman. "You're acting really weird. Is she someone I know?" He prodded searching for answers. "Wait, you're not fooling around with a married woman are you?"
"We both know this isn't exactly your style Kol, so just leave it alone. I expect Bekah to poke around not you," he said tiredly, intend on going back to his date. "Why don't you go and flirt with that brunette over there? She seems interested in you," he began hoping it would make his brother leave him alone. Kol wasn't the type to just leave unless he tried to entertain him and helping him get laid would motivate his younger brother to leave the premises. The last thing he needed was to have him snooping around.
"You think so," he directed his gaze at the said woman checking her out. "She's kinda hot ay," he took a sip of the scotch the bartender just placed returning his signature flirty grin towards the brunette. Although, his curiosity regarding the blonde woman remained, he was willing to let it go this once. "Don't think I don't see what you're doing here," he said, part of him proud of his brother's attempt at distracting him, taking advantage of his short attention span.
"I have no idea what you're implying," Klaus continued feigning innocence, his eyes locked on Caroline's figure. "I'm just being a helpful brother." The doe-eyed brunette was exactly Kol's type.
"Uh-huh," he replied absentmindedly, his attention already focused on the brunette. "This isn't over Nik. I'm dying to know about your lady friend there, I'm sure Bekah and Lijah are interested to know as well. We'll most definitely continue this conversation at Rebekah's birthday," he said quickly, his gaze fixed on the brunette who was making her way towards them.
Klaus groaned at the reminder. He loves his sister but she could be overwhelming and demanding most of the time especially during her birthday. "Uh, don't remind me," he grimaced recalling the list Bekah had sent him comprising of presents she wanted from him. He had even received a lengthy speech of how he owed her that much for missing four birthdays consecutively.
"Hey, at least you managed to skip four of her birthdays. I'm not even going to begin how bratty she'd been for her twenty- first," he grunted finishing his drink off with one gulp. "Anyways, it's my queue to leave," he smirked seeing the brunette standing less than a feet away. "Enjoy your night brother, I know I will," he taunted slyly.
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"Is everything alright?" Caroline asked Klaus as he met her neared the bathrooms. She had saw him talking to another man earlier and picked up on his tense posture. Her suspicions were further increased when he made his way towards her.
"Come here," he pulled her into a secluded corner not wanting any distractions or interruptions.
"What's wrong Klaus? I thought you were getting us refills?"
"Mr brother's here," he said gravelly seeing her eyes widening in shock at the information.
Caroline pushed the wave of fear aside, concentrating on her nerves, "which brother?" She hadn't seen any other Mikaelson siblings in the club since they arrived. That said, she also hadn't been looking out for either of them.
"Kol," he grimaced regretting bringing her to the club. His plans were clearly foiled though as they couldn't possibly remain in the club with Kol in the near vicinity.
"Oh," she quipped feeling a sense of relief. Despite of Kol Mikaelson's obnoxious and flirtatious side, she could handle his teasing. As a matter of fact, he had been the only Mikaelson she felt relatively comfortable with beside Klaus. He'd been the only family member supportive of their wedding and the only person she'd considered a friend after the blow up with Rebekah.
"I'm sorry this happen. It's really an awful case of coincidence."
"It's fine, it's no big deal," she shrugged knowing it wasn't his fault.
"Are you ready to leave then? He saw us together but thankfully he doesn't know it's you just yet and I really don't want to take any chances," he said unsure if this was what she wanted to hear. He hated how they had to sneak around but it was for the best.
"Yeah, I'm good to go," she scanned around self consciously for the familiar figure.
He caught what she was doing. "Don't worry, I had to divert his attention from you before he realises that we'll together. So he's very much occupied."
"That's good," she nodded, feeling the strongest sense of disappointment. She didn't know why she felt that way when what Klaus did was clearly what had to be done. Kol finding out they were together again wouldn't do either of them any good.
He took her hand in his and entwined their fingers leading her out of the establishment into the cold winter night. "Are you tired yet? Or would you like to take a walk?" He peered at his watch checking the time. It wasn't too late and he really didn't want their first date to end just yet.
"A walk sounds nice."
They walked around the different streets taking in the night life of Boston passing by a number of night clubs and bars, passing by kissing couples on the way. Despite just holding hands, Caroline was enjoying the tranquillity of the moment, both looking like a pair of lovebirds. She was fond of the simple joy of holding his hand. It made her feel like she belonged to him. The thought brought a smile to her face.
"This place is beautiful," she whispered staring at the fairy lights decorated in a nearby park they ended up in. The lighting combined with the moonlight was breathtaking.
"It is," he nodded taking in the scenery of the park. "Are you cold?" Klaus asked when they found an empty bench and sat down for a quick rest. He realized that she was shivering a little.
"Just a little," she shivered resting her head against his shoulder, nestling closer towards him to share his warmth. She had not anticipated for the sudden chill breeze or large drop in temperature when she left their hotel room in the outfit. Winter in New York was much bearable than Boston and she wished she actually wore something warmer than the thin coat she had on.
She frowned when he pulled away and gaped when she comprehended what he was doing. "What are you doing? Put it back on!" Was he insane?
Klaus shrugged out of his suit jacket draping it around her shoulders. "I'll be fine."
"Not in this weather you won't. You'll catch a cold," she lectured already removing the jacket.
"You're shivering; you need it more than I do. Besides, I'm accustomed to the cold. The weather in London is much worse."
"But I still don't think –"
"No buts love," he adjusted the jacket on her shoulders holding it there with one hand to prevent her from attempting to remove it again. "At least wear it until you're warmer."
She wanted to argue but the warmth of the suit coat seeping into her made it hard for her to protest and she ended up snuggling into the warmth of it further. "Thank you."
He wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her closer as she held onto the edges of his jacket, letting both the jacket and his body heat warm her.
"And most of all thanks for the amazing date," she murmured looking up at him in the moonlight. She had the most sudden urge to kiss him but battled the urge not wanting to ruin the moment. Instead, she nestled in the shelter of his arms, enjoying the warmth and safety of his embrace.
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"Klaus, you didn't have to carry my luggage up to my apartment," she chided, slipping her key into her door lock as he placed the suitcase down. She couldn't believe how fast their time together had passed. Now standing at in front of her apartment door, she was saddened how their short trip ended so quickly. They were just starting to familiarise themselves with one another and the trip had brought them so much closer that she felt unhappy to part ways. Additionally, after spending the past three nights in his arms, she knew falling asleep alone would be different. Something that she had to start getting used to again.
"I wanted to." He didn't want to leave her company just yet and was doing everything he could to prolong the inevitable. The trip to Boston was truly a huge success both professionally and personally speaking. He couldn't even begin to describe how much closer he was to her due to the four days they spent together.
"Well," she shifted on her feet uncomfortable, her hand twisting the door knob. She couldn't help but wondered if he expected her to invite him in. She wasn't sure whether she wanted to, unsure of what would happen if she did. While she was concern whether her roommate would react well if she did, she was mostly more worry of her own lack of control.
"Urm," he cleared his throat uncertain on what he should do. "I guess I should go. It's late, you need the rest," he offered taking her hesitance as a sign to leave.
Caroline blinked, "yes I should go in," she opened the door pushing it wide open prompting herself to move.
"I'll see you tomorrow in the office then."
"Yeah," she pushed her luggage in and couldn't help but wonder if her roommate was home.
"Good night Caroline," he said turning back to return to the elevators.
"Klaus, wait," she called after him stopping him in his tracks.
"Yes love," he turned with a small frown and was stunned when she tip-toed and placed a soft kiss on his cheek.
"Good night Klaus," she murmured with a shy smile before quickly returning to her doorway.
"Good night sweetheart," he couldn't stop the smile stretching across his features as he watched her closed the door behind her. He couldn't stop himself from humming in content as he boarded the elevator. His week was certainly starting to look up.
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Friday, 16th January 2015, 8.15am
"Caroline is that you?" She had been busy texting while queuing to place her coffee order at the Starbucks near her workplace when a voice from behind distracted her.
She turned around curious as to who had been able to spot her in such a crowded café. She was surprised to see Stefan Salvatore standing behind her with a friendly smile. "Stefan, what a surprise!" She greeted in between placing her order to the barista.
She turned towards Stefan then, "A black coffee for you?"
"You don't have to," he began but was met with her back as she'd already proceeded to pay for their coffee orders. "Thanks," he smiled as they shifted themselves to the side while waiting for their orders to be served.
"It's the least I could do after the favour you pulled," she grimaced remembering the incident. It felt like it'd been some time ago when in reality the awful incident only happened last week.
"I'm glad you are all right," he said as the barista handed over their drinks. Stefan had honestly been concerned over her well being after answering her call. He was thankful she managed to walk away from the ordeal safely. "I didn't realise you're on coffee duty," he tilted his head eyeing the two cups of drinks she was holding.
"I'm not," she replied not offering to elaborate further with her mood still dampened at the memory of what could have happened if Klaus had not returned. "Seriously though thanks for that," she continued as they headed out of the busy café together. She was glad he hadn't bombarded her with questions of the incident or worst proceeded to press charges against Klaus for defending her. Because Stefan Salvatore wasn't just a friend, they shared a one night stand together ages ago and Caroline had felt guilty from keeping that from Klaus.
"It's no big deal. It's the least I could do for a friend," he said evenly with a tiny smile.
"Do you need me to pop in to give a statement or something?" She was vaguely aware of the criminal process and police procedures to press charges.
"You don't have to, the man you were with already came into the station for the paper work," he said with a tight lipped smile.
"Klaus?" She whipped her head to face him and gasped in shock. "When?" She couldn't recall him mentioning anything related to it and she couldn't figure out when he'd even have time to give his statement. Since arriving back from the work trip, they'd both been busy with his case and she was really trying to avoid Klaus meeting any of her past lovers.
Stefan took a sip of his hot coffee while he tried to recall when he saw the man. "Just this Monday," he said remembering interaction he had with the Brit.
"He didn't have to do that," she mumbled to herself though she was thankful he did as she didn't think she wanted to go near the police station so soon.
"I assume he's your boyfriend? He seemed awfully protective of you." Stefan tried to keep his voice detached from sounding jealous. The younger Salvatore had harboured a small crush on the blonde since Damon invited him to an office after party a couple of years back. More specifically, his little crush began after their alcohol fuelled one night stand together as a result of the said party. He hadn't acted on it as he thought he didn't stand a chance with Caroline leaving in the middle of the night while he was asleep. Plus, he was certain she wanted to pretend the night hadn't happened, hence why he had been for some time just satisfied to be her friend. Nevertheless, it was becoming increasing difficult with the other men in her life for him not to feel jealous. He was regretting for not making a move when he could even if it meant facing rejection.
"Huh?" She snapped up not paying attention to what he had been saying earlier, her thoughts drifted to her boyfriend.
"Klaus Mikaelson, he's your boyfriend isn't he?" the younger Salvatore prodded with bated breath. He saw the damage the Brit had done to the men and he knew based on his instinct that there was something between them for him to go to such lengths.
Caroline paused in thought for a moment, wondering whether to tell him the truth. Stefan was a friend that wasn't a colleague so she figured it wouldn't hurt to tell him but then she remembered the promise she'd made with Klaus, the promise to keep their relationship a secret for the time being. Plus he was also Damon's brother. "Um, it's complicated," she settled not wanting to elaborate further.
"He seems to care a great deal for you," Stefan offered remembering their conversation. He had exercised a lot of his personal discretion not to charge the Brit for assault for the series of injuries he had caused.
"He does," she acknowledged with a smile. "Anyways, I should get going before the coffee gets cold," she gestured to the cups she was holding.
Stefan nodded lifting his cup towards her, "Thanks for the coffee and I'll see you around."
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It was late in the evening when Caroline finally turned off her work computer. She proceeded to stand up from her office chair and padded across her small office, taking the opportunity to stretch her legs. Since their return on Monday, she had been busy with Klaus's new high profile case involving another major corporate entity that was caught with a fraud scandal. The case had been taking up most of her evenings and even her school times. She was thankful it was finally Friday and was truly looking forward for the night ahead, more specifically her movie date night with Klaus.
After returning back to work, they barely had any time for their personal lives with both their case load which was why Caroline had been pleased when he suggested for them to go watch a movie. It wasn't anything fancy but it felt like they were returning to the good old times when they first started dating. Going to the movies had been one of her favourite choice of dates when they were together and despite how juvenile it seemed, it still remained her top preference for a choice of date. What's more, the cinemas in Mystic Falls had been relatively uncrowded during the late night showings which allowed them to enjoy one another's company more intimately. She liked the simple intimacy of him holding her hand through a movie while they cuddled and occasionally sharing a few kisses.
A loud knock on her office door jolted her out of her trip down memory lane.
"Can I come in?" The familiar figure leaned against her door frame.
"What can I do for you Damon," she nodded offering him a seat.
Damon shook his head knowing he didn't deserve to be too comfortable with the conversation they were about to have. "There's something I've been meaning to tell you," he fidgeted, looking away from the blonde. The senior partner had been prepping himself for this conversation for a few days now, yet he still wasn't sure how to approach the tedious truth.
"Okay?" She prompted unsure of what he was getting to. She could tell by his body language that he wasn't comfortable and accompanied with the drawn out silence she couldn't help but begin to assume the worst. "Damon, what did you do?"
"Alright, don't get mad," the senior partner paused checking to see if she was calm enough to handle the news. He wasn't prepared to handle her outburst after all.
"Damon," she crossed her arms, possible scenarios already running through her mind.
"So, uh I told Enzo about your history with Mikaelson."
"Seriously?" The blonde threw her hands up in the air in frustration. "Why would you do that?" She glared at him trying to convey her annoyance.
"Hey you don't get to blame this on me," he challenged firmly looking at her. "The bloke deserves to know the truth."
Caroline looked at her feet, ashamed because Damon was right. How long did she think she would be able to keep it from Enzo? She knew it wasn't right to keep the truth from him.
"I told you to tell him. I gave you time but I couldn't just stand around and watch him brood under clear misconception of the situation," he defended, his voice tinged with fury stemming from the loyalty he had to his friend. "How long were you planning on leaving him in the dark?" He prodded further seeing her wince under his accusatory gaze.
"I was planning to," she countered weakly.
"When exactly blondie? Don't think I didn't notice the way you and Mikaelson were eyeing one another in the meeting this morning. I know there's something going on between you two, my guess is that you're back together, so be glad Enzo didn't find out the hard way," he added to prove his point that what he did was justified and right.
"You're right, I should have told him the truth earlier on but it still doesn't give you the right to tell him. You promised to give us time." She pointed out wondering how she was going to face the man in question now. Enzo had been so kind to her and she didn't want him to think that this was how she repaid his kindness.
"And I did," he argued. "But I just couldn't keep him out of the loop any longer. It's not fair on either of you."
"It still wasn't your place to tell," she cringed wondering how Enzo had reacted to the news. Come to think of it, they hadn't had a conversation together since she returned on Monday. Was he avoiding her? She wouldn't be surprise if he hated her for lying.
"I know that and I'm sorry," Damon began to apologise. "But I did what I thought had to be done."
"Klaus or myself should have been the one to drop the bomb," she felt the pang of guilt of the situation. Enzo wasn't just her colleague, he was her friend and he deserved to hear the words from her or from Klaus. Considering how invested he was in her, it was the least she could do to soften the blow.
"I'm sorry but I suggest you talk to him," Damon said regretfully before turning to leave without another word.
When he was out of her sight, Caroline stumbled back to her chair trying to process everything. She had no idea what she could possibly do to rectify the situation. She wasn't even sure if there was anything she could do that would help. She couldn't fathom how betrayed Enzo would have felt when he heard of the truth especially given how sincerely he had expressed his feelings for her. What's more both Klaus and herself had months to inform him yet they had kept their past a secret. She herself knew if the roles were reversed she would have felt a sense of betrayal.
She wasn't aware of how long she'd had been internally lecturing herself until she heard his voice which distracted her from her misery.
"Hey," the familiar British lit brought her out of her reverie. "What's wrong love?" He frowned noticing how her lips were pulled back in deep thought. He had just finished his case work for the day and was ready to take her out for their much anticipated date.
"Klaus," she said with a tiny smile, her mood lifting at the sight of him despite the situation.
"You alright love?" He stepped into her personal space hesitantly knowing she was upset.
She sighed and shook her head. "Not really."
"Want to talk about it?" He moved forward wanting to comfort her with his touch.
She pushed herself away before he could reach her and walked around him to close the door while attempting to put a safe distance between themselves. The last thing she needed right now was their colleagues to find out about their relationship. Instigating a relationship with her boss wasn't exactly frown upon openly but it wasn't something to brag either. There always seemed to be many perils regarding office romances and she didn't want to be the gossip of the week. They'd both agreed to keep their new found relationship between themselves. "Damon came in earlier and said he told Enzo about us."
"Oh," he let out surprised with her response. He didn't understand why she was upset over it. Surely, she would have anticipated Enzo finding out about the truth.
"Why aren't you reacting to this?" Caroline couldn't help but asked when he remained calm about the revelation.
"It's not exactly surprising," he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly trying to understand her overreaction. He didn't want to come off as a jerk but he didn't want to pretend he was affected by the news either. "He was bound to find out one way or another."
"Not from Damon though," she bit out frustrated with everything. "Enzo's not just a colleague, he's our friend," she emphasised, a deep crease forming in between her brows.
Then it all clicked. She was upset because she felt as if she betrayed Enzo. It was one of the many characteristics of hers which he'd always cherished- her fierce loyalty to her friends.
"Would it be better if I spoke to him instead?" Klaus perched himself at her desk, surveying her reactions carefully.
"I think we both should talk to him together," she sighed annoyed.
"Whatever you want sweetheart." Now that he understood where she was coming from, Klaus wanted to do everything in his power to erase the frown away. It had been stupid but for a second there, he thought that her reactions were a result of some unresolved feelings she had for the other man.
Caroline was thankful for his understand and it only made her feel bad for ruining their date night. "Klaus," she placed her hand atop his and he glanced up toward her. "I'm sorry for ruining your plans."
He pulled himself up, reaching for both of her hands to hold them firmly. "Don't say that."
"Can we still go and watch the movie?"
"if you want to," he nodded, his gaze never leaving hers.
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Monday, 19th January 2015, 7.30pm
"Hey, look at me. Everything is going to be fine. He'll understand," Klaus put his arm around her waist and led her into the restaurant where Enzo was seated. He'd made plans with Enzo hoping to clear the air at the earliest possible moment. The conversation was long overdue and it wasn't his style to continue prolonging the evitable any longer.
"I really hope so," she mumbled following her boyfriend's lead.
"Klaus, Caroline," Enzo nodded, standing up from the booth to greet them. They decided on having dinner together at the local pizzeria where it wasn't super crowded for their dreaded conversation.
"Enzo mate," Klaus returned the greeting as he ushered Caroline inside the booth before he slid beside her.
She winced hearing the diplomatic tone Enzo was directing at them as she took the seat beside her boyfriend. Enzo rarely ever called her by her name except in front of clients and it just make her sad that he wasn't teasingly referring her as gorgeous anymore.
They settled themselves in silence, only speaking to order their respective meals. Caroline could tell that Klaus was uncomfortable too despite his carefully crafted calm exterior. She finally broke the uncomfortable silence between them, not able to continue with the awkwardness. "I'm sorry you had to find out that way," she cleared her throat cautiously fiddling with her napkin.
"You mean finding out of your scandalous past through Damon," Enzo grumbled in a mocking laugh feeling betrayed and lied to. He thought he was probably being petty given how unreasonable he was being, but he thought they were better friends than that. He'd known Klaus for at least two years and the time he'd known Caroline was doubled of that. He would have thought the other Brit would at least give him a heads up of their past seeing as he'd confronted him about their relationship when he first started at the firm.
"Damon only found out because of a background check he conducted on Klaus. We were planning on keeping the past in the past," Caroline continued to explain.
"Well that didn't work out the way you hope did it now," Enzo snapped.
Klaus didn't like the tone the other senior partner was directing at them and stepped in. "Easy there mate. Mind you it wasn't any of your business to begin with."
Caroline nudged Klaus at his reply. She was hoping for a peaceful conversation not one fuelled with unwanted taunts and challenges. Klaus shrugged in return not finding a reason to play nice if Enzo was set on giving them that judgmental attitude.
"It was really no one's business but Caroline's and mine. It doesn't affect anyone but us," Klaus continued protectively, a little heat in his tone.
Enzo ignored Klaus's warning and turned to pin his gaze on Caroline instead. "I didn't expect this from you Caroline. Klaus maybe, but not you. I thought we were friends."
"Enzo, I am your friend but I just didn't know how you'd react and I didn't want things to be blown out of proportion. I didn't want things to be awkward between you and Klaus either."
"Why didn't you bother to tell me even when Damon found out then? Instead you got him to keep it a secret as well!"
"It was complicated," Caroline shot back sounding defensive. She didn't like how Enzo was practically interrogating them.
Enzo shook his head, "I just don't understand why didn't you tell me you were married. Why didn't you think it was important enough to tell me? Here I was pouring my feelings to you…" he broke off unable to continue further feeling humiliated.
"We were so young when it happened and there's a lot of things that has transpired between us," Caroline threaded cautiously.
"Enzo mate, it was never our intention to deceive you," Klaus cut in but was interrupted mid way with the waiter serving them their food.
"I know," he poked at his slice of pizza. He finally acknowledged how negative he was being. Klaus was right, what they had was their business. Their past and their marriage was all none of his business. He wanted to resent them but he couldn't not when he knew the situation was never in his favour to begin with. He was angry that he hadn't stood a chance to win over Caroline, but he knew from their first night together what he was getting himself involved in. They had agreed on a no strings attached arrangement and she had herself once confided in him that she was not ready to be in a long term relationship. He had no one to blame but himself for stepping over that line they'd drawn.
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"You've been awfully quiet since we left the restaurant," Klaus squeezed her hand that was in his as they ascended the elevators to her apartment.
"Just thinking," she mused still deep in thought.
"Enzo's going to fine. He's a grown man, he'll understand."
The conversation between the trio had ended pleasantly with a common understanding. Dinner had been awkward at the beginning, but as the night progressed, things were slowly less tense.
"I just can't help but wonder whether things could have been different."
"Maybe it will and maybe it won't but there's no point worrying over it love," he stepped off the elevators pulling her with him.
"Hmm, you're right. There's no point crying over spilled milk." She felt bad that Enzo found out when he had feelings for her. It would have surely sucked but there wasn't anything she could do when she clearly indicated she only saw him as a platonic friend.
"Exactly. He'll understand, he always does. We just need to give him some time," he said as they reached her apartment door. "I should get going then," Klaus announced.
"Wait," she called out before he could leave. "Thanks for everything, including going down to the station on my behalf."
"Anything for you sweetheart," he lifted his hand to stroke a stray curl, tucking it behind her ear.
Caroline leaned into his touch watching his soft endearing gaze. "Thank you." She wanted to say the three little words yet she refrained. She knew she loved him but she needed to hear him say it first. She didn't want to push him to say it if he wasn't ready.
He pulled away first, placing a soft goodnight kiss on her forehead. "Good night sweetheart."
He waited until she had entered into the threshold before taking his leave. "I love you," he lowered his voice to a whisper finally letting out the three little words he'd been dying to confess to her minutes ago.
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Thoughts? There will be a time jump from now so we can see things moving along :)
