Prompt: the "however long it takes" line is my favorite so maybe you could either write something about what happened between Caroline and Klaus just after that moment, or maybe a scene in the future where one of them makes a reference to this sentence ! It can be angsty or fluffy, like I don't have any preferences, just do as you wish.

I rewatched the whole scene over and over again as I wrote this and I regret nothing. Hope you enjoy!

- Shauna! xo

She still remembers the first time he told her those words.

"He's your first love."

And yeah, she probably should be more concerned about Tyler and how Klaus is allowing him to come back and they can finally be together but-

"I intend to be your last. However long it takes."

His voice is soft and barely above a murmur as he voices the words and his eyes are so blue - bluer than she's ever seen them, that she's sure about, with such passion and intensity in them that she suddenly wants to cry.

Instead, however, she'd smiled, lips parting into a wide grin as he'd leant forward, lips brushing across her cheek softly and the feel of his lips touching her skin for the first time lingered. She'd wanted to bring her hand up to the skin, feel the tingles lingering there but aware of his intense gaze, she'd decided against it and realised that he'd never let it go.

His voice was breathy and angel like as he'd shot her his congratulations.

"Congratulations, Caroline," the words were breathed into her ear, his voice sounding like heaven.

And when he pulled away, eyes gleaming, she'd just smiled and accepted his offered arm. She wrapped her hand tightly around the crook of his elbow, fingers gripping onto the suit of his jacket.

"Let's get out of here," he said, an amused note to his voice. "Before twelve angry hybrids decide to pick a fight."

She'd giggled, glancing up to his eyes as he'd steered them away.

He'd insisted on driving her home and she she finally relented, eyes rolling.

"If you insist," she'd sighed, though she was kind of glad-

-she'd never admit that, however, she just wanted a few more moments with him before he took back off to New Orleans to... whatever.

He'd smirked down cheekily at her as they'd stopped at his SUV.

"I do."

And so, he'd been a complete gentlemen (and she still snorts at saying that in reference to Klaus, the big bad original hybrid). He'd opened her door and begrudgingly she'd let him because hello, she was a twenty first century girl and she could open her own doors, thank you very much.

She'd even told him so and he'd chuckled, shaking his head.

"I remember a time when it was expected," he mused, shaking his head as he flashed around to the driver's side and she rolled her eyes.

"Yes, well, welcome to the twenty first century," she'd retorted sarcastically.

He'd grinned but shook his head once more, starting the car with a overly dramatic sigh.

And when they'd arrived at hers, he was again insisted on walking her to the door.

"Who knows what's out there, sweetheart," he told her with false innocence, eyes wide as he opened her car door (again).

She'd snorted, eyes flashing up to his pointedly as her eyebrows raised.

"Seeing as I'm with the world's most dangerous creature, I think I'll refrain from commenting."

"You won't be soon," he reminded her and she almost thought his tone was sad as they made the last few steps to her door.

She frowned at the reminder but shook it off. Klaus out of their lives was supposed to be good thing. Right? Then why did she feel so upset? Her stomach was folding and unfolding, that dark pit forming in her lower belly that she wasn't comfortable with and she could swear there were tears threatening to pick at her eyes, moisture gathering.

"I'm aware," she told him quietly and then twisted to face him slightly as their footsteps stilled, her door less than a meter in front of her.

He frowned, head tipped to the side as his eyes flittered over her face before he relaxed slightly, lips thinning into a firm line. He smiled at her then, happy with whatever he found on her face and though, she was confused, she smiled back at him and let out a slightly nervous giggle, hand running through her long, blonde curls.

"I'm only in New Orleans," he murmured, "If you need anything."

She raised her eyebrows but nodded.

"Regardless," he continued, "It is a far few miles away and I'd sleep better at night-" she snorted, -"if you took this."

Her head tipped to the side, confusion flitting across her eyes as he reached into his suit pocket and a moment later he was holding at a vial, placed down in his palm.

"And that is..."

"My blood," he informed her, seriously, before grinning humorously, "You do have a knack for getting bit by wolves, love."

She'd shot him a look, eyebrows raised, but reach out to take it anyway, fingertips gliding along his skin as he placed his blood into her palm.

"Kind of insulted by the lack of faith," she told him as her fingers clenched around the glass and he laughed quietly, "But thank you."

She'd licked her bottom lick and his eyes had unconsciously lowered to follow the movement before he gulped and his eyes were back on her.

When he spoke, his tone was quite raspy, "You're quite welcome, sweetheart."

She's not sure what she expected next. A warning? Maybe.

But he leans forward one more, pressing his lips firmly against her cheek again and she feels his stubble scratched her skin pleasurably as his lips lingering near her ear, brushing against her.

"Don't let them diminish your light."

He pulls back and there's warning in his eyes.

"You're extraordinary, Caroline Forbes, and you're meant for so much more. Don't forget that."

With those last words, he smiles softly and she thinks he's going to kiss her but he doesn't.

In a flash, he's gone, the whirl of the wind brushing against her legs as she sighs. She lets her hand come up to brush against her cheek where his lips had been moments before and allows herself to smile.

In year or even in a century. However long it takes.

Yeah, not now. But definitely one day.

And when she goes back into her house, she jumps back, hand instinctively moving to her cheek.

"Tyler," she gasps.

He rushes forward, a grin on his lips and his brown eyes glowing in happiness but they seem dull compared to the blue ones she'd just been gazing into.

"Care," he tells her, tone excited, as he picks her up and twirls her around. "God how I've missed you."

But it feels wrong, his hands are too small, not as rough as the artistic touch of Klaus'. His eyes were too dull, unable to match the bright blues of his and he felt wrong pressed against her.

She smiled however.

"Yeah. You too."

And allowed him to kiss her, hoping that if she basked in Tyler she'd forget about Klaus and his promises. Even if for a minute.

She knew she'd always come back to him eventually. He was the dark to her light. And she was quite sure she'd love him someday.