14. The release

Klaus never cared about the paparazzi, much. Did it bother him? Sure. As it would every normal, sane person that doesn't like having his picture photographed while taking a piss. But did he accept it as a part of his life he couldn't avoid, since he was a celebrity by his own choice? True, he did. He shrugged it off when they caught him licking whip cream out of Miss Teen America a few years ago. He even shrugged it off when they took billion photographs of him lying on the sidewalk dead drunk not being able to get up. His publicist gave him a hard time, but even they were used to him, and his ways back then, so he shrugged it off and moved on. Not having either loving or hating relationship with the paps, he was always just ignoring them. Until tonight … When from some reason something in him cracked. Maybe because like Caroline, and like many of his friends, he had been in the spotlight for too long. Being pulled by the sleeve, being asked horrible, inappropriate questions he just had to smile to and move on, maybe he was sick on moving on. Maybe he just wanted a moment, in his own home, for himself, for them, without the world having to read about it and cast their judgment. And this new feeling kind of scared him. A feeling he was not just going to stand still and let this happen to him, a feeling that made him react. A feeling that made him, as Caroline yelled at him, almost break his neck chasing after the guy with the camera. A crazy chase that made him end up into his neighbours backyard. He actually knew the house belonged to the notorious mogul Meredith Fell. But he also knew she owned at least four more houses like this one, and that she was almost never home. So what would be the chances she'd be home tonight? Well, not big, except if your name is Niklaus Mikaelson and you'd obviously had to repent for all the sins you've done in your no good life, and there were plenty to go around in that department. If that was the case, then there were really good chances that Meredith we're talking about would fly out of her house in her nightgown holding a gun. A real gun, not just a toy from a set, because women like Meredith weren't for toying around. They meant business. And Klaus would probably get his ass kicked, or to be precise, get his ass filled with led, before he even got the chance to explain who he was and what he was doing on her property, if it weren't for his saving angel.

" Meredith. Please don't shot. It's me. Caroline" his wife was calming this crazy situation.

" Caroline?" Meredith put the gun down but very reluctantly. She was still careful, you don't get to be where she was before hitting thirty without being careful and weighing your every move.

" Yes, it's me. Caroline. And that man you just saw ran through your backyard? That's Klaus. My husband. You probably shouldn't shoot him either. But I'll leave that completely up to you."

It was so strange to hear her call him her husband. Even if he was just a fake husband. He could never picture himself as anyone husband, let alone to be Mr. Caroline Forbes. It truly was a twisted, parallel universe that they were stuck in, but the most twisted part of all of it was: on some level it didn't seem twisted at all.

Caroline claimed down the fall and was going towards Meredith.

" You know I think there's a door somewhere out here. I haven't lived here for a long time." Meredith explained her absence to Caroline.

" That's ok. I needed to brush up on my action scenes anyways."

It was time for Klaus to appear from the back and explain himself as well. Oh God, Meredith Fell, the last person on Earth in this moment he'd want to have a grudge with, even if it was just a neighbourly grudge.

"Hey Meredith. Sorry to go all Rambo in your backyard… I was chasing a photographer …"

" A photographer?" Meredith asked in disbelief, she truly was the iron lady of Hollywood.

" Yes, one of those horrible pesky photographers. Klaus and I were on our balcony when suddenly a flash went off. I guess he was hiding in one of these big trees of yours. And then Klaus went after him, it all happened so fast …" Caroline was giving his version to Meredith, and Klaus was actually thankful to her for that. He knew Meredith would much sooner believe Caroline then him, if he was alone here, she's probably think he came to knick her panties or something obscene like that. It was just his reputation that was preceding him, and he wasn't sure if he'd ever shake it off.

" Omg, I can't believe it. He came all the way here? With all the security and everything? This is horrible, we should call the police."

Meredith saw the look on Klaus's and Caroline's face and came to the same conclusion as them. If they were normal citizens, sure, they would call the police, in this case, it would be pointless.

" We are so sorry, I'm so sorry to bother you Meredith. I know you're a very busy woman. I hope we didn't interrupt your beauty sleep." Klaus was trying to make nice, but Meredith was still giving him the evil eye. She didn't trust him, like every other woman with a brain.

" It's not your fault." she told him but there were no emotions in her voice. But there were plenty when she turned to Caroline and said: "Are you sure you're ok honey? Everything fine?" it made Klaus feel so small, knowing that even Meredith Fell that didn't actually know them all that much was worried about Caroline because of her horrible decision to marry such a lowlife.

" Yes, don't worry. I'm fine. These things … Suck … But one just has to get used to them, right? It's all a part of the glitz and glam of our lives."

" Yes, it does suck. One can never have the perfect privacy, not even in his own home. I'd better go to bed, although I doubt any of use will get much sleep after this."

Klaus saw this as the perfect opportunity to try to make nice to Meredith, was he really that desperate? He thought of his life, and he thought of his project, yes, yes he was.

"You're probably right Meredith. So why don't you come over and I'll put on a pot of coffee. I even think we have some bagels lying around? You'll be our first official company."

"Thank you for the inventions Klaus, but I just remembered I have some reading to catch up to. I'll have to take a rain check." she blew him off just like that. So there was a woman who was completely bulletproof to his charms. Or maybe he was jut losing his charms; I guess those who said he couldn't rely on it all his life turned out to be right.

But she wasn't bulletproof towards Caroline. She hugged her and said: "Take care of yourself. I'll call you as soon as I speak with the security company. This will not end like this. And you …" she pointed towards Klaus.

"Be good to her. If you need any help let me know." She turned towards Caroline once more and this gesture hurt Klaus more than anything. He didn't know quite why, but it bothered him that Meredith thought he'd mistreat Caroline in any way possible. But you did mistreat her, many times, in many ways, a nagging voice in his head kept on reminding him. You are not innocent in this story, so you don't get to feel insulted, the voice just kept on going.

"If she needs any help, I'll take care of it." he said in a strict tone, although this was Meredith Fell, his good behaviour was starting to slip.

" I'm sure you will" Meredith said in a tone that suggested she wasn't sure at all. She picked her gun and walked away, and so did Klaus and Caroline. Each to his/hers side of the wall.

He waited until the truly were on the other side of the wall to speak.

" If that little asshole publishes any of the shots he took tonight we're suing his ass."

" Who's being the drama queen now honey? Please, what's the point of it all? Our marriage will be long over before the lawsuit even reaches the courts."

" So what do you suggest Miss Smarty Pants? To forget the whole thing? Like it didn't happen? Like some idiot didn't break into my property and invaded my privacy?"

" There is not much that we can do. I hate it, more than you do, more than you could even imagine. Why do you care anyway? I thought your life was an open book and you didn't mind sharing your intimate moments with the whole world, in close up, if I might add."

" Maybe … But I do mind certain moments being interrupted." he gave her a hot and heavy look to remind her where they left of, before some asshole ruined something that could have been a very interesting night.

" Well, what is done is done. And maybe it's for the best. I'm going to bed. Alone." she pointed the last part out very loudly, like he hadn't figured out on his own that her mood was down and won't be going up tonight. And neither was anything of his …

So he had no choice but to play it cool, show her he didn't really care where she slept, or who she slept for that matter.

"Your loss sweetheart. I'm going to take a swim. Naked. You're welcome to join me at any point." he said and started undressing himself, just to see her reaction. She stood there for a second, observing his moves, weighting it all in and out, and came to a decision. The one that made her step inside, and leave him outside half naked. Oh well … He might as well take that swim then. But before he removed the last item of his clothes and took a dive, she came back to the porch.

" Meredith has something to do with your little project, doesn't she? That's why you were sucking up to her that time we met her at the restaurant, and that is why you were practically grovelling at her feet tonight."

" Oh please darling, when have you ever seen me grovel? I go on all fours for only one reason …" he winked at her, but she wasn't fooled that easily.

" Don't even try … I am so on to you. But, it was nice, I have to admit. Very gratifying indeed, to see Klaus Mikaelson grovel in front of a woman. It will definitely make me sleep better tonight. Goodnight dear hubby."

Caroline went into the house and turned off the living room light, heading towards her room, alone as she pointed out. He removed his boxers and took a dive. Nothing like a naked swim to clear his mind. She was right, more than she even knew. He was grovelling, and he'd continue grovelling, and he'd continue fighting for his project till all hope dies. Unfortunately it felt like it wasn't long now. He was so frustrated; every time he'd try to dig himself out of the tunnel he made for himself he'd only fallen deeper and deeper. Caroline thought it was about money, and probably everyone else would agree with her. But it wasn't … It was about respect. He wanted to earn the respect of the industry, show his true talent, show he was more than a "scandal guy" and a B list actor in Hollywood. But his past just wouldn't let him. Hollywood might forgive, but it rarely forgets. All the stupid stunts he had pulled, all the scandals he got involved in, they were all dragged through the media every time he tried to do something remotely serious. So eventually he gave up … And then a half a year ago a script practically fell into his lap, he was insanely lucky to get the filming rights to it, but he didn't know that was just the beginning. Luck run out, he needed a studio to stand behind him, he needed the capital. And nobody serious wanted to work with him, not that he could truly blame them. Time was running out, if something didn't happen soon, he'd lose the filming rights and that would be it. His last chance to show he was more than a guy that was once on a popular sitcom, and then screwed that one up too, would be dead and gone. He would be just another Hollywood cliché. Sure, he had enough money to sit tight for the rest of his life, but it wasn't about the money. It was about achieving something, leaving something behind.

" You'll never do anything with your life boy." he heard his fathers words echo in his ears.

"You're worthless. Just a pretty face, just like your mother. But the pretty face won't last forever boy, and neither will your fake confidence. Sooner or later you'll be back where you belong, forgotten."

He kept one swimming harder and harder. Exhausting his body, until he felt pain in his arms. Long, angry strokes …

"Nobody cares about you boy." the voice just wouldn't shut up tonight. So he kept on swimming, pushing himself from the voice, trying to drown it. But the bugger always kept on resurfacing, always. I guess deep down he hoped maybe if he succeeded with the "Tree House", if he got the praise he wanted so much, maybe the voice would finally be gone. Or maybe it was just wishful thinking, and he's father's voice was here to torture him for all the screw ups he had made and all the people he had once hurt. And Caroline was one of them, and the best thing would be to just leave her alone, stay away from her, but why couldn't he do that? What strange force pulled him towards her? It was no good, he thought while exiting the pool in all his naked glory.

"My, my, I always wondered about that, since we never got there … I guess all the rumours I have heard of you weren't just exaggerations." he heard a female voice behind him and turned around to see … Katherine Pierce standing in front of him, admiring the view. She was shameless as ever.

" What are you doing here Kat?"

"Before I answer that question, let me hand you a towel. Not that I mind the view or anything, but you are married to one of my best friends, so I should behave." She handed him a towel and he wrapped it around the lower part of his body.

" And now for the question … What are you doing in my house?"

" Somebody is obviously not getting some, can we say cranky much?"

" I don't know. Can we say trespassing? Breaking the law?"

" You are no fun mister. And I am not trespassing, I am merely visiting."

" In the middle of the night?"

" Hey, I just got back from Peru and needed a place to crash."

"There are still such things called the hotels."

" I like being amongst friends. I wanted to see Caroline ASAP. She has a lot of explaining to do."

" She's asleep … And I don't see what she has to explain to anyone, it's her life." Klaus got protective of their fake marriage, for God knows what reason.

" I know it's her life, and trust me I'm the last person who'd ever tell anyone what to do. I'm glad if she's having some fun, but I'm still here to keep an eye on her."

" Are you kidding me? Keep an eye on her? What is she, twelve?"

" Yes, that's right. You heard me. See Caroline has this problem, an addiction even. She's addicted to putting others before herself. It's a horrible addiction she has trouble shaking. So, yes, I'm glad if she's screwing your brains out and having the time of her life, the girl needs it. Needs it like you need a good cosmopolitan in the middle of Peru, but … I won't let you take advantage of her, I'm fine with her taking advantage of you, but not the other way around. I wasn't the best of friends when she married Tyler, but I'm more than happy to make amends now."

"And you expect me to do what exactly? Spill out my heart to you? What happens between Caroline and I is our business and our business alone."

"That's cool, I respect that, I just want to hear it from her. So, how about that guest room?"

" You got to be kidding me … "

" Oh come on Klaus … Don't be a jerk. A girl needs her beauty sleep. Lead the way."

And what the hell was he supposed to do? Katherine Piece was a tornado no one could stop, not even him. But the plot definitely did start to thicken …

Caroline woke up and gazed at the clock near her bed. It was barely 8 o'clock but she knew she couldn't sleep anymore. There was just too much on her mind lately. If she would be perfectly honest she'd also admit she didn't get much sleep last night either. She couldn't, because … Well, because a certain man with blonde curly hair and dimples was penetrating into her every dream. If she hadn't known better she'd say he was some kind of a vampire that was giving her all those dreams, sex dreams, just to drive her crazy. But that was ridiculous; she had to stop watching The Vampire Diaries, this was not the case of the supernatural, it was a case of pure and naked desire. Naked … She remembered how he asked her to join him in the pool, naked of course, like there was any other way to go swimming. She of course said no, she wasn't in the mood after what happened last night, after the paparazzi invading their privacy in most horrible way possible, it made her come to her senses. Sleeping with Klaus would not be a smart move, but nonetheless … She had to admit she did peek through her window quite a few times after she got back to her bedroom. See, her bedroom had the perfect view onto the pool outside, and she saw him swimming, making long, elegant strokes with his strong arms, his back stretching showing his muscles. She didn't get to see if he was really naked though, that would have been too much for her, so she stepped away from the window and went to bed, hoping she'd get some sleep and forget about the gorgeous man she almost slept with. But sleep came in various forms, them having sex in the pool, him pressing her hard against the wall outside and entering her from behind. Oh god, she needed to shower … A cold shower was just what she needed this morning before she faced the man she shouldn't desire, but couldn't help herself not to. She was just about to step into the bathroom when he phone started buzzing. She decided to leave it, but as it wouldn't shut up she went to see who it was. "Dad" was written on the screenplay. She hadn't heard from him, except through Matt if it was business related, since that day when he barged into Klaus's house and told her how disappointed he was with her. The thought of that almost made her not answer, but he, he was the only family she had, and regardless of his flaws she did want him in her life.

" Hey dad, what do I owe the pleasure?" she couldn't help but to be a bit sarcastic, he deserved it after the way he spoke to her, and made her feel like a little child, once more.

" Caroline, are you ok? What the hell is going on in that house? Just say the word and I'm calling the police, but first I'm going to sent someone to pick you up … I'd come myself but I'm in New York on business, I'll come as soon as I can, I'm already booking a flight as we speak."

" Dad, dad, please slow down and calm down … And tell me, what the hell are you talking about? What did I miss?"

" No, I'm the one that missed a lot of things. I never should have left you in that house, with him. I knew he was capable of lot of things, but to think he would raise his hand to you …"

" Who are you talking about? Wait … Klaus? I mean, I'm sorry, but I still haven't got the slightest idea about this …"

"There is no need to hide it Caroline. It's all over the internet."

Caroline turned on her laptop and opened the worst gossip page she could find, and there it was, pictures from last night. Except they were, surprise surprise, completely taken out of the context and they really did look like they were arguing and even as Klaus was about to hit her. This was so ridiculous, but the whole world was going to see it, with titles like: Trouble in paradise already: Caroline is leaving her husband in he refuses to go to rehab" or he all time favourite: " Klaus is more than Caroline bargained for. The info on the most wrecking and reckless marriage in Hollywood."

She shut her laptop, not wanting to read that rubbish anymore, and got back to her phone call.

" Dad, you can't possibly believe in all of this? How many times have the paparazzi and the media invented something that had nothing to do with reality whatsoever? Well this is one of those situations. Let me explain what happened last night …" So she told him everything, well except the part that she was about to sleep with Klaus, and that it would have probably happened if it wasn't for that man ruining their moment.

" Are you sure? You're not telling me this just so I don't hire a hit man to get rid off that horrible Mikealeson?"

"That horrible Mikaelson is my husband dad, and you need to start dealing with that. Because I do want you in my life, but you two have to learn to get along."

" Very unlikely …"

"Well make it likely, for me, your daughter, remember?"

"I'll be back in a few days, let's have lunch or something."

" Good, I'd like that dad. I really would. Call me when you get back. And daddy? Thank you for worrying about me."

" You need to do some damage control Caroline …" and he was all businessy again.

" I know, don't worry … Klaus and I are on it. We'll take care off it." she hung up and the headache began. Damage control … Sometimes her whole fucking life seemed like some kind of a damage control. Why did there have to be so many lies and made-up stories and people being plain mean to "celebrities". Couldn't they see they where normal people as well, people with feelings, people who didn't want to share their every tear and bad day and fight with the whole world? People who when they were in their own private home wanted some PRIVACY? Every year the madness was just getting more and more overwhelming. It was all too much sometimes. She needed coffee, and lots of it, before she spoke to Klaus, and saw what they were going to do. The hot moment they shared last night seemed like a million miles away now. Damage control was about to take place … She walked into he kitchen and saw a woman making coffee. A brunette wearing nothing but black panties and a small white t-shirt. In her kitchen? Ok, technically it wasn't her kitchen, but still, it made her furious. That rat bastard, if he wanted to have sex that much he could have done it somewhere else, or at least asked his little lady friend to leave before morning. She was so angry she almost took a pillow and threw it into her head; she was just about to, when she saw something … A tattoo of a dragon on her butt.

" Katherine?!" she screamed so loud she was sure if there was anyone sleeping in this house, they weren't anymore. The brunette turned around, and it in fact was, one of her best friends.

" If I knew I would have a welcome of this high pitch proportions I would have come from Peru a long time ago. Come here Blondie and give me a hug."

You didn't have to tell Caroline twice, she rushed to her friend and gave her the biggest bear hug ever.

" I have no idea what you're doing here, but it sure is good to see you."

" I'm making you some coffee silly. Now all we need it a bit of brandy to spice things up."

" You never change …"

" Why chance something that is perfect? Brandy, brandy … Where does that man keep the booze? Because he probably has a better stash than Hugh Hefner. I would know, since I'm a frequent guest at his Playboy parties."

" Wait, does Klaus know that you're here?"

" Oh yeah, I ran into him last night when I crashed your lovely love nest. Btw; he was just stepping out of the pool and all I have to say is congratulations babe. Well picked, well picked. " Katherine winked at her and got back into pouring the hot coffee into two cups. She was here what, five seconds and she was already making herself at home? Well, that was great, right? Right? I mean Caroline was so happy to see her friend, but why did she feel a sting a jealousy when Kat mentioned Klaus. I mean that was ridiculous. Just because the two of them dated …

"So, he didn't mind you crashing? Concerning your history and all?"

Katherine looked confused. "What history? Oh, you mean that two lousy dates we were on? Please, I told you already it was just a show for the media. I was mad at my folks, and I wanted to piss them off. Klaus was the best bet back then. To piss anyone off … "

But Caroline was silent.

" Omg … Caroline Marie Forbes, don't tell me you're actually jealous? Of me? Nothing happened. Nothing."

" Well if that's the case how is it that I know about the dragon on your ass?" a voice came for behind, and Caroline could feel herself blushing. How much of this conversation had he heard? Oh no, now he'd never leave her alone, teasing her and taunting her that she was actually jealous of her best friend, because of him. This day was a nightmare from the start.

" You know because I told you, you asshole." Kat threw a mop at him.

" Please tell your wife nothing happened between us."

"Define nothing sweetheart …"

"We didn't exchange any bodily fluids. There. That's nothing."

Klaus sat at the table and took the coffee that was sitting in front of Caroline, the one she already drank from. A very intimate moment between two people that were supposed to be married, Caroline wondered if it was just an act, since he couldn't have known if she had or hadn't told Katherine the truth about their fake marriage.

" Ok, it's true. I admit it. Nothing happened. Sorry Katherine you are just not my type."

" You mean, since I'm so gorgeous, brilliant, funny and amazing? And you are none of those things?"

" No, since you're a hand fool and a pain in the ass. And I prefer blondes." he looked at Caroline, took her hand, and gave it a lazy, long kiss. It made her shiver. Whatever game he was playing, it was good, too good. She almost bought all of those things. That some man would choose plain old vanilla Caroline, instead of the hot sizzling fire that was Katherine Pierce.

" Ok, ok, get a room you two."

"Well, we are still technically on our honey moon…" Klaus came from behind and kissed her neck, Caroline closed her eyes and felt butterflies in her stomach, but they felt more like elephants. She wanted to hold on to him so badly, she didn't want him to stop kissing her, touching her skin … But unfortunately, he was wrong, the honey moon was officially over, or at least that was what the media claimed. He obviously hadn't seen the picture or the titles yet, so she was the one who had to break it to him and ruin his day as well, but there was no way around it. Whether they wanted it or not, this was their life now.

" Klaus, we need to talk."

" Are you sure this is a good idea?" Caroline knew she was being slightly annoying asking the same question for the millionth time since they got out, but she couldn't help herself, you can't exactly blame her not trusting Klaus's plans.

" It's the only way we'll show the world we're still the lovey dovey couple crazily in love with each other, and those pictures from last night are just a stupid made-up story."

" I hate being dragged around and shown like a prize horse."

" No pouting love. The paparazzi are shooting as we speak. Now, give me a big smile and look like a woman in love."

" I think I'm going to barf."

"Not before they take pictures of us looking happy and gorgeous together."

" Don't you ever just get sick of it? Just want to leave everything and go somewhere no one knows you?" Caroline asked him hoping for once to get an honest answer out of him.

" Sure I do, all the time. But then I remember all the things we have, that normal people that have to work all their lives to buy a house, to put their children through college, or some other shit like that don't have. So I continue playing my part … It's not great, but it's also not the worst in the world."

Caroline wanted an honest answer, and my God, she got one, she was shamed down by none other than Niklaus Mikaelson. He was right of course, she hated this aspect of her life, but it was still a pretty amazing life to have. Apparently she just needed to be reminded of that, from time to time.

" Thank you."

" For what?"

" For putting me in my place … And for being honest with me … "

" None of it was my intention, but you're welcome, I guess. God, the atmosphere in here is just becoming so … stale … let's do something a bit over the edge, something that will make the paparazzi have something to photograph."

" I'm not sure I like where you're going with this Mikaelson."

" Oh come on, live a little Forbes. Show me your wild side."

" I don't have one, remember? I'm vanilla, as you once put it."

" Show me that I was wrong …" he extended his hand to her and she couldn't refuse him. She didn't have a point to prove to him, but maybe she had a point she wanted to prove to herself.

"Where are you taking me exactly?"

" You'll see. I think you'll enjoy yourself very much."

" Oh no, is this another sex thing?"

"It's always a sex thing sweetheart." he took her by the hand and led the way. Into, none other than: Provocative, the most famous sex shop in LA, often visited by celebrities. There is something Caroline would never admit to Klaus, or anyone else for that matter, since she wasn't one of those people who would talk about her sex life just like that, but this wasn't her first visit to the shop. She came her frequently, wearing a wig and large sunglasses of course, when she was married to Tyler, always trying so hard to please him, to make him happy, putting him first in everything, what a fool she was. And now she was back, but no wig and no sunglasses, and she wasn't solo. The paparazzi were having the time of their life outside and so was Klaus, even she started to relax a bit, for some strange reason. Klaus left her for the erotic lingerie section, so she was left alone to browse. She came across a very interesting display of all sorts of vibrators, and was ashamed enough to admit she had never used one, Katherine and Lexi would probably stop hanging out with her if she ever confessed that to them. A vibrator is the perfect way for a woman to get to know her body, she almost heard Lexi say. I don't know, Caroline still liked the real thing best. Just than Klaus came from behind and she was caught in the act, eyeing the display of vibrators and dildos: "You know, you don't have to be in this section. I'd be more than happy to lend you my tool. It doesn't run on batteries, but trust me it can last just as long."

She was just about to tell him off when the owner himself came to greet them; of course, he must have recognized them the moment they walked in.

" Welcome to Provocative. We are so happy you decided to be our customers today, honoured even. All our toys are high quality. And if you wish to try some of it … Like this lovely corset … We have a VIP dressing room."

" A what?" Caroline asked confused, this part was new to her. She thought she heard Lexi mention something that one time, but than again, Lexi talked a lot, so …

"It's a dressing room for our, let's say, distinguished customers. It actually has a peephole in the wall. And you can open it if you please. And there's a dressing room for your husband. "

Klaus looked at her and said: "Now this place would solve all the problems between men and women. No man would ever say he hates to shop after going in here."

" We are not doing this." she whispered to him, not wanting to fight in front of the owner, but definitely not agreeing to this.

" We would love to try some stuff …" he told the owner without listening to her wishes, so typical Klaus, just when she thought he wasn't such a self-centred asshole he just had to prove her wrong.

"Excellent, I'll arrange everything. I'm sorry, but can I just say I'm a huge fan, I loved the show so much, and you were the most adorable couple. I never believed all those rumours about you hating each other, your chemistry was through the roof … Ok, I'm babbling, am going to get everything set."

"What the hell is he on? Is there a gas leak somewhere in here?"

" So, what should we pick?" Klaus turned to the toys.

" I'm not doing this …"

" How about some S&M?"

" Sorry, not my style anymore. It gets tiring after a while, to see all those grown man cry."

" No vibrators of course … Although I know how much you want one since Tyler and his …"

" Omg, would you just get over it?"

" Over it … Under it … Inside it … "

A bolt of heat zipped through her body, she felt like she was going to melt, just from hearing his luscious sinful voice promising things she started to feel he could fulfil.

He nudged her toward the lingerie collection where he picked a really nice blue panty- bra set for her. She had to reciprocate "the favour". She picked a piece of low cut leather briefs for him.

"No, no way. Not in a million years."

" You don't take my gift, I won't take yours." Caroline was actually starting to enjoy this little game their where playing.

" Okay, fine. So you don't say I'm not a good sport. Give it. I'll trade you."

Finally a clerk came a led the way to the VIP dressing rooms. Caroline was on her side of the wall, and her sweet little husband was on his.

Before she could even take in the environment she heard a knocking on the wall.

"Open up sweetheart."

She tugged on the little "clamshell" and opened the door. She saw Klaus's face appear. He looked as dangerous as ever.

"I'm embarrassed to admit it, but this place has seriously turned me on."

He wasn't a bit embarrassed Caroline thought, he'd have to know what embarrassment was first, but she did have to admit it, all of this turned her on as well. It was like they were in their own little fantasy world, far away from reality. It was a place where everything was simple; it was all about sex, no heartache on the horizon.

" I wish we took a better look at that bondage equipment."

"Just out of curiosity hubby, which one of use did you want tied down?"

" Starting off? You …" he spoke in his low husky voice now, the one that made her heart race and her pulse vibrate.

" After you would shown what a good little girl you could be … we could trade off … Now, what don't you try that bra and panties for me?"

" What do I get in return?"

" What do you want?"

She almost screamed, you, inside of me, now, but she held it together somehow. They were playing a game and she was more aroused than ever, she was always a verbal kind of girl, she just never had the chance to show it, well maybe her time has finally come. In this fantasy world far from reality …

"Those black leather briefs I chose for you."

"No way."

"Too bad." She turned around and shut the door between them. Loving this amazing control she had.

" Hey. Open up."

" Have you reconsidered?"

" Only if you go first …"

" Not a chance in hell Klaus."

" How about we do it together?"

" Ok, you have yourself a deal."

They stood like that in silence for a few seconds, on their side of the wall.

" I feel stupid." she uttered out loud.

" You feel stupid? This bloody thing has a codepiece. "

" I know, I chose it, remember doll? And what about me? This stupid panties were made so they wouldn't hide anything."

"Well that's pretty much the point of it love. Now open the door."

" On the count of three."

" Ok … Step back so I can see. One … two … three …"

She opened the door and looked through.

Both of them were still fully clothed. So much for honesty …

" You have serious trust issues Carebear."

" Me? At least I took my shoes off you jerk. You didn'even have the decency to do that."

" Ok, ok. A new deal then. A real one this time Forbes. The door stay opened. You take one piece off, I take one piece off. Since I'm feeling generous … I'll start …" he took off his shirt and although Caroline already knew he had great chest, she couldn't help but to admire them once more.

"I'm waiting." He said impatiently.

She slipped her hand behind her neck and removed her necklace.

" Hey, that's not playing fair."

" I guess I've learned from the best."

" Very well. Two can play this game sweetheart." he said and took of one of his shoes.

" That's cheating. You know I don't have shoes on anymore."

" You're one to talk …"

" Fine. Let's play then." She removed one of her diamond earrings. He removed his sock.

She removed her ring. He removed his watch.

And then after some time her hands went towards the buttons on her pink blouse. She unfastened her blouse, slowly, seductively, button by button of sexual tension being released. She was wearing a white La Perla bra with matching panties, the ones he had yet to see. He removed his belt. God Damn it, she totally forgot about the stupid belt.

She took of her pants. Her legs have always been her best feature – long, slender and strong. He looked at them with such intensity it felt like he truly saw them for the first time, a hungry wolf look that made her core burst.

His hand finally went towards his pants. And off they went … He wore a pair of black boxers that couldn't hide his sizeable erection.

" Now your panties sweetheart."

She had never been this aroused in her life; this was getting out of control. But this was still her game, and she was going to play it by her rules. She unfastened her bra but kept the cups in place.

" Work for it" she whispered

" I'm going to have to trust you on this one."

He tucked his thumbs into the boxers and pulled them down. And there he was, standing in front of her, magnificently naked. She was looking at him and barely felt her bra drifting through her fingers. He really was a God, a horrible, despicable, no good of a God, but a God.

" The game's over. We're getting out of here." he said in a voice that almost made her go over the edge. It was so eager, so full of lust; she had never felt this wanted before.

" I don't know. Maybe I'd like to try this on …" she took the piece he chose for her.

" Now? You want to put on clothes now? You're killing me."

" I know. And I love every second of it. These fit, don't you think?" she took off her La Perla panties and tried the ones he chose for her

" I can't think. Come here." it was more of a plea than a request. Could it be? Could it be she finally had Klaus on his knees?

But she did as he asked. She pressed her face to the grill between them and their mouths met through the black metal that was keeping them apart. And then the earth moved … No, I mean literally moved. Or at least the wall did. Of course. She should have known a shop as inventive as this one wouldn't put something like this passed them. Klaus wasn't losing any time, not anymore. This was one hell of a foreplay, but at this stage, they both wanted, neeeeded more. He grabbed her gently and pushed her on a small couch that was in her part of the dressing room. They didn't stop kissing frantically, like their lives depended on it. Sucking and biting, taking control, letting it go … His thighs had pushed her own apart. His little naughty finger found his way into her silky area and was pushing all the right moves while she was trembling with desire, her head spinning uncontrollably. When she couldn't take it any longer she pushed herself of the couch and slowly took him into her body. His breath came in gasps, but he didn't try to push himself inside of her. Instead he gave her all the time she needed to accept him. And she took wicked advantage of that, although it was hurting her as much as it did him. She pushed herself away and started all over again. His shoulders were now slick with sweat, but he let her take the lead. This was so good, so amazing, she didn't care about his needs, fantasies or his fucking ego, like with her ex, she only cared about herself and her own pleasure.

"You're going to pay for this Blondie." he whispered while he was nibbling on her ear, trusting inside of her, but still letting her lead this game. But after a while she became so mindless that she had no choice but to give up the game. And that point he dug his nails into her bottom and pulled her hard upon him. Trusting harder and harder … He buried his head into her breasts and started rubbing her where there bodies joined. She threw back her head, and clutched his shoulders, being so close … seconds away from the … release …

Wow, this is huge chapter ... The longest I have ever written ... And hopefully the one you all have been waiting for. And that is why I truly hope you'll like it and that I'll get some positive reviews because I really poured my heart and all my energy into it.

My new job is horrible, and I'm sick as a dog, but I still couldn't stop writing this, because I wanted to share it with you guys so much. With all of you that love this story, that review, and send me wonderful words that encourage me and keep me writing, THANK YOU SOOOOO MUCH :))))). And you would make me so happy if you would review this chapter as well and told me your honest thought :p

P.S. Don't judge me too harshly on the sex scenes, I am not very good in writing those, but I did my best ...

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