Heartbeats in unison.

The feel of soft cotton sheets and smooth skin.

Warmth in patches.

A spiced, forest, rainstorm scent.

Steady puffs of breath tickling through hair.

A feeling of complete and utter contentment.

Caroline's eyes fluttered open to greet the late morning. Sun streamed in through the window, highlighting Paris' marvelous stone buildings. The light illuminated the room, stretching a path that just touched upon an object that was out of place: a red splash of dress that had been tossed to the floor. Caroline's eyes continued, moving to the dress shoe next to it, and the pants lying in a slight crumple nearby. Her bra lay innocently on top of the suit jacket with the white shirt still in the sleeves. She took a minute to spot her panties, finally spying them hooked around the top of the straightbacked desk chair. Each garment brought back vivid memories of the previous night, and Caroline turned to see the man responsible behind her in bed.

Klaus was fast asleep, looking as peaceful as he could possibly be in bed next to her. It took her a moment to fully wake up to how the pair were entwined between the sheets, with her ankle locked around his and his arm draped possessively across her hips, bent at the elbow to reach up and brush the skin covering her sternum in an intimate manner. Her own hand was flung slightly behind her and gently pressed against his neck, fingers touching the steady pulse point just above his collarbone.

Caroline noted how he held her even in slumber, cradling her so she was pressed against him, nothing keeping them apart, like she would be snatched or would leave at any moment if he left his guard down for too long. It was loving in a protective, domineering way, and it was just so Klaus, but she not only expected it, not only understood it: she liked it. She was beginning to feel special in his eyes, and it was such a beautiful new foreign feeling to be confident without doubt or forcing a smile. She could just be.

Klaus mumbled something incoherent, tightening his grip and pulling Caroline even closer to him so she rolled over. She used the movement to turn around properly and curl into his form, not wanting to wake him but knowing that she wouldn't be getting back to sleep anytime soon. The sheet had slipped down to show half of his chest, and she was reminded of the fact that the two of them were still very naked.

Last night.

Caroline flustered slightly, thankful that Klaus couldn't see her so school-girl-like. Last night was incredible. She had enjoyed sex as a human, had really enjoyed it as a vampire, but she had become explosive last night. That hadn't just been sex. It had felt like an art form. A really really amazing art form. And even though she felt so satisfied, she was nowhere near sated. In all honesty, Paris was nice, but she would have easily stayed in bed with Klaus all day.

She'd never thought she'd even think that. About Klaus in particular, but really about anyone.

Caroline traced her hand down his chest lightly, her touch not waking him. The late morning light revealed scars that she had either not seen or had been a little too preoccupied to see the night before. She stroked a soft finger over one that ran parallel to his right shoulder and collarbone, curious about the slight puckered mark. She leaned across him and dusted kisses along the scar, waking him up in the most pleasant way.

"Good morning,"

"Morning, sweetheart." He said with a voice still gruff from sleep. She pressed two soft kisses to his mouth before smiling down at him.

"I could get used to waking up like this." Klaus smiled, kissing her once more before running a hand through her curly bed hair. "Being caressed by a sunlit goddess who happens to be naked and ravished."

Caroline rolled her eyes, but lay back down into the soft pillows, stretching out like a cat. "I was only ravished last night. I may need to be ravished again." She looked at him expectantly, a playful smile gracing her features.

"Love, if you want something, you know the polite thing to do is ask for it." Klaus teased, his leg already between hers and his forearms going to brace himself on either side of her head so he was hovering over her.

"Please." She murmured, lips already tracing their way up his neck.

"Please what?" He responded, voice already dropping in timbre while his blunt teeth tugged on her earlobe.

"Please Ni-klaus." Caroline's words were punctuated by her gasp, as his hands found her curves once more and they fell back into their rhythm.

Later they lay in the re-rumpled bed, Caroline's hair splayed across Klaus' chest. He ran a lazy hand up and down her back, his thumbnail grazing along her vertebrae.

"Did you want to see Paris today?" He asked, and she hummed against his chest.

"Not actually. Way too comfortable."

Klaus grinned, thankful she couldn't see his face to witness his reaction. She was voluntarily here and wanted to stay, all of her own accord. It was just too much for him to comprehend, too much for him to have hoped for.

"I've never spent all day in bed." Caroline mused, before laughing under her breath. "I'd be willing to bet that you haven't either. Somehow I can't imagine you having a day off from your schemes and plans."

His hand twisted through her hair to lift her head to face him properly.

"You would be correct in that assumption, love. But I know what you're asking. No – I haven't spent the day in bed with a woman. And yes – I'd like to spend the day in bed with you."

Caroline beamed, as he hoped she would – it made something lift in his chest when he saw how that small action lit up her face. She rested her chin on his chest so he could continue to trace patterns on her back and also speak to her face to face.

"Well if we had somehow had the energy to leave the bed today, what would we have done?"

"It would have been sight seeing. All those lovely tourist things – The Arc de Triumph, Notre Dame, Eifel Tower, of course at least half a day in the Louvre,"

"Really? I was almost expecting something obscure."

He gave her a look. "Its Paris. Your first time in Paris. You need the full experience. Besides, we're here for a week."

"And then where?"

Klaus didn't respond for a moment, and Caroline raised her eyebrows.

"We made a deal."

"Italy."

"Perfect." Caroline breathed, and Klaus was pleased that he had clearly chosen the right destination. However, he could see she was planning something when she tilted her head.

"Anything planned after?"

"No, but I get a feeling that there will be, and I wont be the one organizing it." He said, watching her carefully.

"Yes, there will. And just to spite you, I wont tell you a thing. I'll plan it all myself." She frowned. "Alright, maybe with Rebekah's help."

"Well even so, by all means, plan ahead. The floor is yours." Klaus said, but gritted his teeth ever so slightly.

Caroline smirked. "Thank you. It can't be easy for the all-mighty Klaus to drop control for just one moment."

"Oh, it seemed to work in both our favors last night." He said smugly, flashing a grin when Caroline ducked her head down to his chest. "And earlier today." He added, holding her gaze as she lifted her head again to see his handsome – if smug – face.

"I'm fairly certain you had complete control over those situations, as well as other things."

"It takes two to tango, sweetheart."

They locked eyes, their searing blue to blue gaze both playful and intimate. Neither one of them was completely satisfied, the only answer to that satisfaction would be to continue on forever in bed, but it was more than that. There were many sides to their contentment, and the solution to all of those aspects seemed to be hidden within the others company.

"All this talk of tangos reminds me…" Caroline innocently traced her finger down his ribcage as her foot entwined between his. "What's the plan today, since we're far too tired to leave this bed?"

"Well, my dear," Klaus hummed. "As you've pointed out, I need to let go of control every now and then, so I'm at your command."

"Really?" The young vampire dropped the bedroom eye look, her entire face lighting up.

"Certainly."

"Good. Then I'd like to know your favorite painting, one you haven't done."

Now it was Klaus' turn to be surprised. "You have all the power in the world and happen to be naked and pressed against me…and you ask a question?"

She rolled her eyes. "That's a little egotistical, don't you think?"

"Its what I'm best known for. I haven't received any complaint."

"Yet." She poked her tongue out at his answering scowl. "And besides, I like to earn control sometimes. I'll use my own personal power when I feel like it."

Klaus' pout lifted slightly into a lilting smile, but Caroline refused to be distracted from her own question. He had an uncanny knack for that; he could dodge anything easily if given a little distraction.

"So. Painting?"

Klaus expelled a long gust of air from his lungs, making Caroline chuckle at the movement it caused her head.

"If I had to narrow it down to one off the top of my head, I would say Starry Night by Van Gogh. I know, its a typical decision, but I admire the man. He continued to do what he wanted to do regardless of what was conventional, and saw the world in a different way. Saw it for the rough beauty it held."

The fingers stroking along her back started to lag and become thoughtful, and Caroline knew it would be best to keep him talking about art, rather than dwelling on the past.

"Any other notable artworks? Ones I mightn't have heard of?"

Klaus smirked down at her, and she knew whatever he had to say next would be very intriguing.

"There is one, Woman with a Parrot, by a man named Gustave Courbet. I only note it because it wasn't until recently that they did an x-ray scan to see if he had painted anything underneath."

"Did they find anything?"

"Yes."

She looked at him expectantly.

"They found me."

Caroline gaped. "You were in one of the paintings?"

He nodded. "I painted it."

"Yet another painting under another name. But why did you paint yourself out of the artwork?"

"Couldn't afford to be identified. If anyone knew the artist and knew me, it would have been easy to spot the difference. Luckily the media instantly stated that it must be Courbet, and no one questioned it. It would have been highly illogical to pinpoint it on another man, particularly one who still looked like the figure in the painting."

"Well since we've found another famous painting that you're accountable for, what's your favorite piece that you've created?"

Klaus scoffed as if the question was far too easy to answer and shouldn't have even been considered a difficult question. "I'm quite fond of 'The Stolen Kiss', and pretty proud of 'Woman with a Parrot', but my favorite work so far has to be any one of my sketches of you."

Caroline focused on her fingers against his chest to distract herself from the blush threatening to consume her cheeks, but Klaus dipped his fingers under her chin so she met his eyes.

"Truly, love, you light up the page. Any artist would agree. Any critic would agree." He could see that she needed a little more convincing. "Here," He carefully disentangled himself from her and walked over to the desk to fetch the sketchbook.

Caroline couldn't help but admire his confidence, his body, his behind…He turned to catch her checking him out. Rather than be embarrassed or in denial, she winked at him. He flashed a deeply dimpled grin back at her before returning, offering the spiral notepad to her. She hesitated, and he understood that she might be uncertain about something so personal, but they were a little beyond personal now.

Klaus flicked it open to the first sketch of her, washed in sunshine in the cathedral from St Petersburg, eyes closed, palms open. Caroline was simultaneously intrigued and shy. She had never been in the spotlight like that. Sure, organizing made you the boss, cheerleading made sure you were admired, even singing at the Grill got point blank attention. But there was something about someone creating you into art that was personal and confronting. She now understood the idea of a picture 'stealing your soul' – the sketch of her was so close to a perfect copy with something extra, like he had captured her soul on paper too.

Caroline found herself turning the page, curious to how his talented hands had caught another split second moment. The next one was her at the ballet from the back, nowhere near as confronting due to the angle, but just as intimate, with the stray curl at the nape of her neck and the few freckles that dusted her shoulders, all in perfect detail. The next page had the sketch from the train, the girl on the page lost in thought. The one after made her smile as a laughing freeze-frame grinned back at her, Caroline with a dark smudge across her nose – she had managed to get the jam from her toast on her face ever so gracefully.

Klaus watched as she widened her eyes at the sketch that followed. It was her, asleep, a peaceful, blissful expression on her face, her fingers threaded through a hand that was much more masculine than her own, the wrist disappearing out of the scene.

"How come – "

"Never one to place myself in the artwork. Wouldn't want to ruin it." He said lightly, and she made a face.

"Mmm, yeah, you'd be the element to ruin these." She glanced down at the image again. "These are amazing. I don't know whether to be flattered or bashful."

"How about feeling admired?" Klaus said, tucking hair away from her face.

She scoffed in her usual manner. "That's beside the point. You've documented my part of the trip very well." She noted, flipping through the various sketches. "But what about your part in this? Where's the evidence to say you were here with me."

"Its all in the art, love. I don't need to be documented like you." He shrugged, and she raised her eyebrows, then smiled.

"I'll get a camera."

"Don't be absurd." Klaus tutted, but it didn't shake her idea.

"Why not? I'm certainly not going to do any artwork like this. You'd be lucky to get a stick figure. Nope, I'm getting a camera and documenting this. Cant believe I didn't think of it earlier."

"Who says I will let anyone capture me on film?" He said in a vain attempt to dislodge her plan.

"Who said I wanted to be captured on paper?" She retorted smartly. "Come one, please? It's only fair." She glanced down to the book, and then back up with large eyes.

Klaus suddenly understood what Kol had been saying about being 'whipped', he felt like it wouldn't be right for him to give in, but her pout was very attractive –

"Do as you will." He said, taking the only option where he neither had to voice his opinion as agreeing or disagreeing. "However," He said, reaching over to pick up the pencil from the bedside table. "I have one condition."

Caroline looked at him questioningly before she caught on. "Oh god, really?"

"You said it was documentation."

"But I've never voluntarily just sat for something like that."

"Well, technically, love, it isn't voluntary." Klaus said, flipping to a new page while glancing up at her with an ever so slightly menacing edge. "If you wont stay, I might have to force you."

Caroline raised one eyebrow, wondering if she should feel frightened, because she didn't. "And how would you – ohh." His hand had caressed up the length of the inside of her leg as she spoke, and she understood how she could easily stay and be drawn, though she wasn't certain how she would stay still.

"Persuasive enough for you?" Klaus purred as his hand continued up to gently push her shoulder back so she lounged on the assorted pillows and sheets. He pressed a kiss to her temple, her cheekbone, her jawbone and her chin before settling back on the bed to sketch her. When Caroline moved to follow him, he shot her a look that spoke to her in ways that growls and hisses couldn't convey, so she fell back on her elbows with a huff. She inched the sheets up so they covered her breasts, and Klaus made a face, but she made another one back at him.

"Not quite at the nude Titanic paint-me-like-your-french-girls stage of comfort yet."

"Yet." He mumbled, raising his eyebrows at her incredulous look. "Caroline, you're beautiful. Inside and outside and all over." He grinned as she blushed. "There's the vibrancy I was looking for."

"Yeah well no lady bits." Caroline said astutely. "You can keep that in your memories for now."

"Oh, I will be keeping the image of you writhing in ecstasy beneath me at the forefront of my mind for many years to come." He said, focused on the page he was drawing out the base lines upon, eyes flicking up to study her form from under his lashes every few seconds. "Though I'm intending on having that moment refreshed countless times over the course of eternity."

Caroline paused, wet her lips and inhaled a slow breath. "So I'm sticking around?"

Klaus paused, and she realized how her words had sounded more like she would be the one leaving. That wasn't what she had meant. She had wondered more if he would tire of her. She knew him more than she let on. She had learnt more about him than she let on.

"Are you planning on going anywhere?" He asked with a casual air, returning to his sketch like he didn't care about her answer, though she noticed how he sketched faster now, like she would literally leap from the bed that very moment and this would be his final lasting memory of her and he couldn't rely on memories alone.

"No." She said slowly, deliberately, watching as the answer floated through his ears to his mind and he paused again. "But I was wondering if you would be planning on going anywhere."

"Whereabouts?"

"Oh, here, there, anywhere in the middle of the night, leaving me abandoned in some city." She waited till he looked up and met her eyes. "I know you, Niklaus. Believe it or not. You won. So how long do I have before you tire of me? Days?"

Klaus let out a breath at her audacity. Despite her lack of clothing, despite the thought that being naked also made one vulnerable, she managed to be luminous, brave and strong. He was the one left feeling exposed.

Was he tired of her? Would he tire of her? He had won, she was correct in that; she had been conquered once by him. But was once enough? He knew the answer was no. So how much would be enough? He was greedy, he knew that, but every need he had had in the past could easily be accommodated and fulfilled eventually. No need was boundless. But she was not just a want now, she was a need. And need eventuated in weakness. She was his greatest weakness and his downfall, yet he couldn't let her go now, not after he had just won her.

"Not days, love."

"Hours, then?"

"Not hours, either." He had used the word eternity before, and he would use it now were it not for the fearful connotations of words such as love and forever.

Klaus was a lover, not a man in love.

"Then how long?"

"I can't tell you."

She recoiled slightly, and he automatically put a hand on her leg to stop her from leaving.

"I – don't know." Klaus murmured slowly, and Caroline saw how hard it was for him to admit that he wasn't as in control and flawless as he pretended to be. Unmasked, they were both flawed, imperfect, damaged people.

"Hey, its okay." She murmured, not certain if she should move to touch him, so she waited to catch his gaze again. She held it for two heartbeats without a word before biting her lip. "I don't know either."

Stalemate.

"But I'm not planning on leaving just yet." Caroline continued. After a beat, she nodded towards his sketch book in response to his fingers curling around the pages and pencil. He gradually began drawing her again.

"I like you, Klaus." Caroline said softly, knowing that much at least to be true.

His gaze seared straight through her in that point blank style of his, and she felt a true fear shiver all the way down through her stomach to the soles of her feet.

"I like you, Caroline."

Her stomach went from dropping down to the ground floor to soaring with the birds, looping in giddy, nauseous circles. It might not have been a scene out of some rom com movie, but it was more than enough to make her lie still as he sketched her and the many memories of the morning onto the paper.

"Okay." He said after an hour. "It's nowhere near the level of perfection I would like it to be, but one could call it finished."

"Then I'll be that 'one'." Caroline groaned, stretching her limbs like a cat while Klaus ran yet another lingering gaze over her body. "I know I'm a vampire and technically I shouldn't cramp, but that didn't make being still painless." She sat up and held out a hand, silently asking to see the drawing.

Klaus looked up to meet her eyes and shot her his trademark smirk, holding her hand in his palm for a moment before placing the sketchbook in her palm with his other hand. She smiled at him before turning the notepad over to see the sketch.

The Caroline on the page was wrapped up in a sheet that dipped and settled around her body to show that she was artfully naked and voluptuous, but classy. Her skin was glowing and her hair was rumpled from their escapade(s), her lips slightly swollen from his kisses. The part that captured her attention was how the girl on the page was looking point blank at the viewer with a gaze that was both fierce and soft. She realized that this must have been the look that she gave Klaus as she confronted him, and she could see the mixture of passion, vulnerability and strength on the girls face. He may not have been able to express it verbally, but Klaus knew her just as intimately as she knew him.

"I'd love to know what you're thinking, love." The artist murmured against her skin, moving to settle behind her on the bed, brushing soft, tantalizing kisses up her shoulder blade.

"I'm wondering how you managed to create this girl on the page while I sat in front of you." Caroline said honestly, and gasped when he bit her shoulder with blunt teeth.

"I don't know how many times I will have to tell you, but I wont ever tire of it since it is true: you are that headstrong, stubborn, beautiful, strong woman on the page. Only you're more. You're the pure flesh incarnation."

Caroline breathed, taking in the information for once. Then she twisted and pressed her lips to his desperately, hungrily. Once he realized what she was wanting, what she was trying to express that they had both had difficulty stating before, he grasped her fiercely around the waist and pulled her down to the bed, twisting and tumbling over each other. She bit down a little too roughly on his lip, the slight taste of his blood making her heady. Rather than chastise her for the bite, Klaus reciprocated, and their lips moved together with traces of blood, euphoric for such vampires. She bucked up against him and he growled against her, hands smoothing down her silky skin, evoking that feeling of utter pleasure that she knew she had only experienced with him, and would only ever experience with him. He made her come alive under his touch.

It was fantastic.

They woke up hours later, stomachs grumbling.

Caroline had donned his white shirt and done up only three of the buttons, reveling in the way his eyes continued to flit between her face and the slivers of skin that the shirt revealed. Klaus had followed her to the kitchen with a pair of grey sweatpants, and they moved around the kitchen in synchronization, preparing the simplest meal like it was a dance they had done together for decades.

Sitting out in the afternoon sun with Klaus, eating eggs and toast and fruit, Caroline wondered if life was actually working out for once. Sure, it wasn't perfect, but life wasn't meant to be perfect. And it was near perfect for her. Wasn't that what mattered?

It all came crashing down very quickly.

They went for a stroll as the sun set, meandering down the cobbled streets with no purpose.

"Why do you like Europe so much?" Caroline asked as they walked.

"What do you mean?" Klaus asked, wondering where the question had come from.

"Well in case you haven't noticed, we've only been through the lovely European countries. Is the world only confined to Europe?"

"Do I detect a hint there?" He said, chuckling at her sly smile before answering her question. "I like Europe for its history, mainly because I was a part of it. It has culture and art that I admire. But I don't deny that there are many other parts of the world with the same appeal."

"I figured it was because you were really allergic to the sand or something." Caroline teased.

"You're right on target, sweetheart." He deadpanned, and she looked searchingly at him before he let a small smile slip by. "No, I just wanted to show you what I considered to be the classics first. Forgive me."

"Forgiven." She answered instantly, and he smiled, slyly stroking his fingers across her wrist before curling his hand around hers. She clasped it with a surprised but grateful smile.

The soft smile fell off his face as he looked back to the end of the street, and transformed into one of pure ice.

"What's wrong?" Caroline murmured, frowning with worry at his expression before turning to see what the matter was.

Tyler.

It must have been a hallucination.

But it was real.

Tyler was at the end of the street on the corner, checking his phone. A dark haired girl next to him was speaking to him, and his face lit up with a sudden laugh at something she had said before he passed the phone to her and watched as she walked away to make a call.

"This can't be happening." Caroline breathed.

"This isn't a set up?" Klaus asked. She turned, prepared to snap at him for even thinking that she was part of another conspiracy against him, but she heard the soft tone in his voice and saw the pain on his face.

That still didn't stop the acid that crept into her voice. "No, oddly enough I draw the line at being a blonde distraction in plans. The whole sleeping with you think was all my own choice, thanks."

"I've been on the run for centuries, love. Forgive me for jumping to conclusions." He rumbled.

She calmed down slightly and sighed, but didn't respond like she had before. "We'll see."

"So you didn't plan on having your boyfriend show up?"

"Ex-boyfriend. And no, not planned." Caroline glanced ahead to Tyler, who had spotted them. Crap. His face was a mixture of surprise and anger, and she knew she'd have to talk to him. "Do you mind giving us some privacy?"

Klaus immediately looked doubtful and enraged, jaw clenching, and Caroline smoothed her fingers up from his hand to stroke his wrist.

"What's saying you wont run?" He growled in an undertone.

Caroline locked eyes with him. "You'll just have to trust me."

She could see how much that scared him, but she had to try, and she knew that it was the only correct answer in that situation.

Klaus looked ahead to Tyler again, who glared at him as he walked towards them with an arrogant swagger, and then back to Caroline. He nodded.

"Come back," He murmured softly, before slipping from her grasp and walking away in the opposite direction, back towards the apartment.

Caroline sighed, watching him leave with a pang in her heart, before taking a deep breath and turning to face Tyler.

"Tyler," She greeted with a small smile, but it was forced.

"Caroline, what the hell?!" Tyler's accent was a blow in the face, and though she didn't hate his American accent or his dark toned voice, she found herself wishing for a softer, English, melodious voice. The one that had just left.

"I could ask the same of you." She replied, crossing her arms. "What are you doing here?"

Tyler looked slightly bashful, but confident. "I followed you."

Caroline was outraged. "You what?"

"I've been trying to find you for a while. Bonnie had to do a tracking spell –"

"Bonnie." Caroline spat, her blood boiling. She loved her friend and knew deep down that she was doing what she thought was best for her, but really? Sic Tyler on her so she could be bundled back to Mystic Falls? She knew it was Caroline's own choice to leave. Bonnie must have needed her, missed her. She missed her friend terribly, but she was still a little angry that Bonnie had used magic to locate her for her own purposes.

"Look, we don't have much time. As soon as we get back to the hotel, Bonnie's given us some talisman so Klaus cant track you. You'll be safe."

"I chose to be here, Tyler."

Tyler hadn't expected that. "You chose to be here?" He frowned. "You must be compelled."

"Tyler!" Caroline stepped back. "I'm not compelled." She stiffened her spine. "And I wasn't compelled when I broke up with you."

"That wasn't a break up, Care." He gritted. "It wasn't a fair break up. You know that."

Caroline bit her lip, playing with her fingers, uncertain as to how she could handle this. "Look, Tyler. I meant what I said. We aren't the same people anymore."

"No, I'm not the same person because I went through transformation after transformation in the mountains to change for you."

"It was for you too!"

"It was still a struggle! And did you stand by me through it? No. I didn't have anyone for at least two weeks before Hay-"

Caroline took a breath, backing away mentally from her anger to receive the new information.

"What?"

Tyler was silent for a moment. "Hayley."

"Who is Hayley?" Caroline bristled slightly.

"A werewolf." He said slowly. "She was with me for some of my time trying to break the sire bond. She's here in Paris because she knew we had to get you back to Mystic Falls."

Caroline wondered if she should feel jealous. Then she laughed slightly because she realized that she didn't feel anything. No jealousy. Nothing.

She was over Tyler. Completely.

"Care?" Tyler was looking at her like she had finally gone crazy.

"Oh Tyler." She smiled. "Go home."

"What?"

"Go get Hayley and go home." She said, backing away from him again. "And Tyler? I hope you have a wonderful life. I'll see you again someday." Caroline smiled gently before turning her back on him.

"No, Care, you're going to come with us." She felt his hand latch painfully around her upper arm.

"Get your hands off her." A low voice snarled, but before Klaus could reach Tyler to tear his grip away, Caroline had spun and snatched her ex-boyfriends hand away from her.

"Tyler, no. I'm sorry. I'm not going with you."

"But Caroline – "

"Tyler, do you need me? Do you need me?"

"Of course I – "

"Tyler." She looked at him, and he opened his mouth and then closed it without making a sound, at a loss for words.

"We need you. And I miss you. And I don't feel like we ended right." He finally said with honesty.

Caroline was touched. "I miss you too, Ty. And yeah, we didn't end right. But maybe its right that we ended? I know you cant see it now, but I hope you will soon." She spotted the dark haired girl from earlier, who must have been Hayley, walking towards the trio cautiously. "Enjoy Paris for a while and go home to Mystic Falls."

This time, when she turned away, Tyler let her go with Klaus.

The separated ex-couple both felt ever-so slightly freer.

Hey guys,

I know, I know, Tyler probably didn't need to come back, but I felt a need for a little more closure and acceptance.

Hope you guys enjoyed it, particularly the now many many times that Klaroline are going to be acceptably horny for each other :P

Merci beaucoup to the lovely readers, favoriters and alerters. Special sparkles to the reviewers: Twistz of Doom (thanks!), foxemout (hope you check today and enjoyed! and I'll think about a one-shot sometime in the future), Angel (hope you enjoyed the many escapades of the morning after), MysteryGirl3 (thanks!), Rose Jean Black (I haven't even begun to explore Paris in the story, but it is absolutely breathtaking, definitely visit!), Guest (:3 thank you!), ta. el. el. x2 (:P sorry to keep you waiting, hope you enjoyed this part!), jessicajaletta (I'll consider an extended version after my exams, but thanks!), Guest (thanks! I find Klaus a little difficult to write at times - dont want to make him get too soft and mushy, but thank you!), suka27 x2 (I reckon a cut of the proper events, M rated and all, is needed. As soon as I have time after exams I will get on it!), Eva (:D thank you!), Anneliese Bain (thanks! read the update of your story, well done! and I'll get onto reading the other suggestion as soon as I have the time), Noni0816 (ahhh! thank you! hope you enjoyed this bit too), LoverGurrl411 (I can only imagine the drama in Mystic Falls, but I have to admit I'm putting off the 'real world'...I want Klaroline to be happy together!), April (:P sorry, hope you liked the morning after!), CandiceArmyUK ('flawless'? :D you made my day! thank you!), Eva (hope you enjoyed, and thank you!) and last but certainly not least by a long shot, Hebi R (As I put in the above piece, I reckon Klaus is a European man just as much as I can imagine Caroline liking Europe but prefering the beautiful colours, sights and sounds of more exotic places. I'd love to hear about places you think would be on Carolines list, as I can say that I have a very very colourful and spiritual destination in mind for after Italy, but I'd love to know more exotic places like the beautiful ones you mentioned in detail! But thank you for the review, I fully agree with you).

Read and review if you feel inclined, have questions, statements, or would just like to say hi :P
And sorry guys for keeping you waiting, I'm probably not going to be able to get up another chapter for a little while...one week tops. Really sorry to let you guys down!
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