Blonde Ambition 21
I marathoned Boardwalk Empire recently so there are some cameos from it here. Also, sorry that this is so long. I know it's a lot and really long chapters are hard to read.
Finally, this story broke a hundred story followers after 20 chapters and 80k words. You're making me work hard. Thanks, guys.
Disclaimer: These aren't my characters.
"Good morning, Kol," Elijah said, watching as his bleary-eyed brother emerged. Elijah nodded to the housekeeper. She'd been contacted ahead of time to get the Mikaelson mansion opened up. The woman left to bring out breakfast for the younger man.
"Do you smell manure?" Kol asked as he sat down, reaching for a cup of coffee. It was just as warm in Virginia as it had been in New York, but less humid. The windows in the dining room were open, making it look more cheery than it usually did with all of the dark wood paneling. There were green trees and flowers in full bloom just outside. Birds were chirping. Squirrels were running around. Deer were quietly wandering in the woods behind the house.
It had taken them a full day to arrive in Mystic Falls, Virginia. The ride hadn't been very comfortable, but Kol had a full train of passengers to drink from that got him back up to speed. Because Elijah insisted, he didn't actually get to kill anyone, but he did play with his food a little.
Elijah lit a cigarette as Kol shoveled pancakes into his mouth. Elijah had furnished him with enough suits for their trip because all his things were in the attic in New York and also in the attic just above his head.
"Would you care to accompany me this afternoon?" Elijah was going to make enquiries. He had to get enough to assuage Klaus, but that was it. Having Kol around could be a burden, but it would give Klaus proof of Elijah's efforts. Chasing something eight years old when he knew Katherine wasn't there should only last a day or two.
Sifting a hand through his dark hair, Kol looked at Elijah, unsure. He was finally free and he was bored. "I have nothing better to do in this back water." He smirked. "Home sweet home."
Elijah's smile was tight. Kol finished his breakfast with gusto and got changed for a day of exploring his home town all over again.
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Since she hadn't been out late the night before, Caroline woke early feeling pretty good. Pulling on her robe, she made herself breakfast of a muffin and sliced apple dusted with cinnamon. Coffee too of course. There was a jewelry store in Greenwich Village she wanted to visit. She thought focusing on accessories for half of her next fashion column would be smart. They were a huge part of her wardrobe, making the same old dresses look new again.
Digging around under her bed, she found some of her college writing in boxes. Sitting on her bed, she read through two of her short stories. One made her cringe. The other might have a germ of a real story in it.
Twisting a fresh piece of paper into her typewriter, she stared at the blank page. Closing her eyes, she wasn't sure where to start and hesitated. She had to try something different. She took out her pencil and small notebook from her purse. Maybe if she jotted down her impressions from the short story she could set up an outline to build it into something more.
Words were flowing from her pencil when she heard the apartment door open. Her own bedroom door had been ajar. It had been quiet with only the city of New York filling the air, beeps and shouts from down below.
Jumping up, she opened it to see Davina and Stefan there, arms loaded with clothes.
"This is everything," Davina said, handing over a huge bundle for Caroline to take. They'd visited the laundry, Davina taking advantage of Stefan being in her bed to help with the heavy lifting plus he took her out to breakfast.
"How many dresses do you two own?" Stefan asked with amazement, bringing his bundle into Davina's bedroom and laying it on the bed.
Caroline and Davina grinned at each other and shrugged, saying at the same time, "Not enough."
He knew he should have known better than to ask.
The workers at the laundry were thrilled to have all of the apartment's backlog of clothes finally taken away. They had some space to work.
"I need to run. I'll see you tonight for the song, right?" Stefan asked, brushing his lips across Davina's cheek and then Caroline's.
"I'll be there," Caroline chirped. "You're still coming with us tomorrow too, right?" She had plans to go to a rent-party with Stefan, Lexi, and Davina the next day at Aaron Whitmore's place. Stefan nodded. "Bye, Stefan."
"Bye, handsome," Davina said, slapping his ass. His strangled yelp was cut off by the closed door.
"Thanks for picking up the clothes," Caroline yelled from her bedroom, starting to hang the dresses up in her armoire.
"You bought the food. I brought back the clothes," Davina yelled back. "I have an audition at 1. Will I see you before the song?"
Caroline whooshed into Davina's room, watching her work. Davina's closet was the envy of everyone she knew. She had two huge armoires full of gorgeous designer creations. Davina would agree that Caroline's eye for fashion was better, but both loved clothes and how they represented the changed status of women in the modern world. "Yes. Davina, you cannot go on if I'm not there. I want to be right up front. I'm so excited."
Davina grinned over her shoulder. "You got it, baby."
They ended up leaving at the same time, Caroline for the shop and Davina for her audition after sharing a brief lunch together.
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Klaus was in a good mood once again. Elijah was tracking down the last hint of Katerina Petrova. He'd enjoyed a nice evening with Rebekah. After dinner, they went to The Original which had slightly more customers than a usual Monday. He was willing to give it a little longer as he plotted how he wanted to handle the Kohl situation. However, he had a date with Caroline Forbes and thinking about it pleased him greatly.
First, he had club business to attend to.
"Klaus Mikaelson?" the dark haired man asked, standing up from behind his desk. Adorning his desk was a glass of milk and slice of cake. "Arnold Rothstein." He extended his hand.
Klaus shook it, setting his hands behind his back.
"My associates," the famous organized crime leader said, pointing at the two other men in the room, "Meyer Lansky and Charlie Luciano."
"Pleasure," Meyer said, shaking Klaus' hand, eyeing him up and down.
"What kind of name is Klaus?" Charlie asked gruffly after he shook his hand also.
"It's short for Niklaus," he said, eyes taking in everything.
"I'm used to dealing with your brother, Mr. Mikaelson," Arnold said. "He makes a 'gratuity' for services rendered to Benny." He wasn't sure why Klaus wanted to meet him in person when a working procedure had been in place.
"I like to know who I'm dealing with," Klaus said, beginning to walk around the small room. "My brother is out of town at the moment. He'll be back soon."
"Is everything to your satisfaction?" Arnold asked, sensing someone who was just as ruthless as him. He'd met Elijah Mikaelson before and certainly felt they had many things in common.
Klaus reached into his jacket. Both Meyer and Charlie reached for their guns. Klaus smiled at them and gently pulled out the envelope there. Their guns and bullets were nothing. It was quite amusing actually. However, he'd play nice for Elijah's sake. "So far, Mr. Rothstein, so far."
Meyer took the envelope full of cash.
"Arnold. Call me Arnold," the boss said. "Care for some cake?"
"No, Arnold," Klaus answered. He nodded at the men and turned to leave. "Good day, gentlemen." He was tempted to stay and drink from each of them, exerting his superiority, but thought better of it.
Then changed his mind. These gangsters didn't know what brutality was.
With a whoosh, he compelled each of the men to stay still and be quiet. He drank and made them forget anything happened after he said "Good day."
With a spring in his step, Klaus left Arnold's office, pumped full of blood. Elijah could thank him later.
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"How does this look?" Caroline asked Davina, Liv, April. The girls had come over to support Davina. They were also going on a triple date. The term made Caroline laugh, it sounded more like a moving party, but Thierry, Tyler, and a warlock named Maddox who was part of Liv and Davina's coven were taking the ladies out. They were going out to dinner and then The Original afterwards.
Caroline did a spin in her new dress. It was made by a French designer. It had been very expensive, but she put the very last of her poker winnings towards it as if it was investment in her wellbeing and shouldn't that be rewarded?
The dress was silk. The background was cream and there were large geometric designs in gold beading evenly spaced from top to bottom. It had thin straps and there was a gentle scoop to the neckline, front and back, which was all outlined in gold. A large band of embroidered gold lame circled her hips. The bottom of the dress was fluted with large pleats with extra material hitting her just below the knee. When she spun, the material extended out, making a dramatic scene.
"It's not too much?"
"It's gorgeous," Davina said breathlessly. She loved it from the moment she'd seen it the day before.
It was more figure flattering than the popular sheath dresses, complimenting Caroline's gorgeous figure.
"Beautiful," April said with a big smile. Caroline looked stunning.
"Do you have to ask?" Liv teased, taking a sip of her drink.
"Thanks, girls," Caroline said, feeling really good about herself. She was in love with the dress even more than when she'd seen it in the store.
Leaving them to chat, Caroline ran to her bedroom and slipped on her silkiest stockings, rolling them rather than using a garter belt. Shoes in gold leather, embellished with cut outs along the heel and toe, were carefully buttoned. They were perfection.
Davina appeared in the doorway. "Do you want me to do your makeup?"
"Would you?" Caroline asked, handing her the pencil. Davina maneuvered Caroline where she could apply the Kohl. The thick stick glided across her lash line. Davina made it even wider, using her finger to clean up any smudges.
"There."
Caroline smiled when she looked in the mirror. Davina was a genius when it came to makeup. She quickly applied two coats of mascara. Slicking red lipstick across her lips, she popped them.
"Yes or no?" she asked, showing Davina a headband she was considering.
"No," Davina told her. Caroline's hair was in loose water waves around her head and it looked great. "These though," she instructed, pointing at the gold dangly earrings on the vanity.
"Do you want me to do your eyes?" Caroline offered, thinking of the cat's eye look she'd done the day before. Davina had makeup on, but Caroline wasn't sure if she'd want something more dramatic for her big debut.
"Yes," Davina said, excited, and sat down. April and Liv joined them, watching the roommates with amusement. They talked as Caroline wiped off what Davina had on and started from scratch. Then April and Liv wanted it too, so Caroline did their eyes as well.
"You're wearing the black dress tonight, right?" Caroline asked.
"Of course, Care," Davina said as she picked up her drink. Her black dress was her "I'm getting into trouble and I love it" dress. It was scandalously short, showing off her knees.
Winding the necklaces around her neck after having put the earrings in, Caroline stood and spritzed her favorite perfume around her. Noticing the vervain, she took a sip. She wasn't sure she needed it, but almost thought she should keep going until Enzo and Klaus met.
The girls cheered and Caroline did a quick Charleston for them, making them laugh. The radio got turned on and they sang along in the living room. The toga party had seemed like months before and not only a few weeks.
The drinks were refilled. Davina changed into her black dress, impressing them with it. She recreated her audition from that afternoon that made them laugh. They had a lot fun talking about work, play, men, and everything in between.
The doorman rang and Caroline told Charlie to let Klaus up.
Caroline opened the door into the hallway, waving to Grandma Louise who was going inside her apartment down the hall.
"Klaus," she breathed when he was in her sight. He looked extremely handsome in his gray three-piece suit. His tie was striped in shades of green. His pocket square matched. His hair was slicked back to his head, but it looked soft and touchable, not stiff.
"Sweetheart, you look…amazing," he said when he looked up, catching her eye.
She was a vision in cream and gold, smooth skin, sparkling eyes, and a wicked smile.
When he was within touching distance, she walked forward and put her hands behind his head, pulling him in for a kiss. Her hands caught in the strands of his dark blond hair.
Her lips captured his, staking her claim. His hands slid down her back, landing on the dip of her spine. His mouth slanted over hers and their tongues touched and retreated.
"Hi," she whispered when she broke the kiss. Then she wiped her lipstick off him.
"Hi," he said with a kind smile.
Caroline took his hand and turned.
That's when she noticed the door was shut behind her.
With a resigned look and sigh, she knocked on the door. Klaus smirked.
"Again?" Davina asked with a laugh at the two of them. They looked really happy and that made her happy. "Hi, handsome."
"Davina," Klaus said in greeting.
She gave him a big smile and held the door open for them to come in.
"I just have to grab my purse," she said, hating to let go of him for even a moment. "Do you remember April and Liv?"
Klaus said hello to the women. Davina offered him a drink, but he declined. Soon enough Caroline was back by his side having also reapplied her lipstick and they said their goodbyes. "We'll see you tonight. Break a leg, roomie."
Holding hands, they walked out to Klaus' car. Opening the door, he helped her up inside. "Where are we going?"
"A surprise," he said.
Across the bench of the car, Caroline touched her fingers with his. "It's good to see you."
Leaning over, he kissed her briefly. "I missed you too, minx."
He started the car and they were off. She would have loved to know where they were going, the organizer in her needing it, but Klaus took her on amazing dates. They skinny dipped. They stood at the top of the tallest building. They danced. They saw showgirls and a movie. She sang. She'd let him take her where he wanted.
As she told him about her day and a little about Davina's parents, Klaus drove them south. They passed Greenwich Village. They went through Soho and didn't even stop in Tribeca. They went east and Caroline's brow furrowed.
He parked on Pell St. When he came around and opened her door, she squinted at everything, confused.
The buildings were very close together, three to four stories high, built from gray and red brick. There were iron railings with laundry hanging on lines. People were sitting out on fire escapes, smoking and laughing. It was New York, but it also seemed like someplace else.
It was Chinatown.
"Klaus?"
Walking her down a few doors to their destination, he hesitated at her lack of reaction. Everything about Caroline was big, especially her reactions, but she hadn't said anything. "I thought, well, we could dine here. Never mind. We can go anywhere else."
"Klaus," she said, staying his hand. "How did you know?" Her smile was slow coming, but it was blinding. "I love Chinese food and I've always wanted to come on a date here, but no one ever knew that. Thank you. Let's go in."
He breathed easier in the light of her smile.
Neither had any idea that they owed Davina a huge favor for giving Damon false info.
Opening the glass door, Klaus led her into the small restaurant. He'd hadn't been before, but according to an informal poll of The Original staff, it was a good choice.
Inside, it was spotless. The wood tables were bare with only place settings up and napkins. The walls were covered in patterned deep red paper. Chinese lanterns gave off dim light. It was exotic and beautiful.
"How did you know?" she asked again, charmed, when they were seated. There were a few other couples there. The restaurants did better business at lunch and for the post-theater crowd. They were dining quite early, but they had a bit of a drive back to the club and wanted to be sure they didn't miss Bonnie and Davina's lone song. They got privacy they couldn't get in many other places also.
"A gentlemen doesn't reveal his secrets," Klaus said, very pleased that he'd been able to win Caroline over all over again. She really was extraordinarily beautiful, he mused as he looked at her, a golden idol in a sea of red. Her eyes held secrets he desperately wanted to know.
Menus were placed in front of them. Tea was poured.
He looked sheepish. "I didn't bring my flask."
Her hand reached his across the top of the table. "The tea is fine. I don't need alcohol to have a good time, Klaus. I have you." He couldn't remember hearing anyone say anything like that to him before. "I'm starving," she said. Her eyes pored over the menu, stomach growling.
Klaus smirked and picked up his menu. He also couldn't remember the last time he had Chinese food, but if it was as good as Caroline thought it would be, it would be well worth it.
Decision made, Caroline sipped her tea and watched Klaus in the light. The sun was still high up in the sky outside, but they were in the shade. His lashes looked so long. She thought his hair would be quite curly if it grew out. His lips were lush and smooth. Don't get her started on his chest.
Looking up, he caught her staring and she almost blushed. His feet brushed against hers under the table.
Their waiter came over, pad in hand.
"What would you like, Caroline?" Klaus asked her.
"The chicken chow mein."
Klaus turned to the waiter and in perfect Cantonese, surprising the waiter, ordered the chicken chow mein for Caroline and the Choy Sum Gee Yoke for himself. It was a sliced pork with vegetables dish.
The waiter nodded and told him it would be out quickly.
"Klaus? What language was that?" She wasn't sure if it was Mandarin or Cantonese or something else she couldn't guess.
"Cantonese."
"That you just happen to perfectly speak?"
Klaus leaned back in his seat, suddenly taking up a lot more space. "It's a little rusty."
His brain was definitely one of the sexiest things about Klaus and she didn't even know a fraction of what he knew. He was nearly a thousand years old. She couldn't imagine everything he'd experienced in life and he was there with little ole Caroline Forbes from Mystic Falls, Virginia. She felt inexperienced and momentarily deflated, but she perked up. He was from Mystic Falls too. He asked her out. He wanted to be with her. There was no doubt in any of that. It filled her and lifted her up. She had nothing to be ashamed of because she hadn't experienced more of the world. She was young, but she was immortal! She had a great job, amazing friends, and the world at her feet.
"Where did you learn it?"
Klaus told her about time spent in Hong Kong. He used words like he used paint, filling in the details until Caroline could imagine she was there. Her head was filled with images of a beautiful world ready to be explored.
She sighed as their food was placed in front of them. "It sounds lovely."
"It is." He paused and looked at her. "You'll get there."
She smiled at his confidence. "I am going to Paris," she added with a teasing smile that made him smirk. That trip was just the start.
The food was fresh, extremely hot, and delicious. It was as authentic as Klaus had experienced outside of Asia. Caroline tried some of his food he offered up willingly and vice versa. They ate, sipped tea, and talked. He told her about his dinner out with Rebekah, she told him about her short story plans, each taking their time and lingering over their dinner.
"What's your sister like? I haven't met her."
"She'll be at The Original tonight," he said, setting down his chopsticks, preferring to use them versus a fork. He'd shown Caroline briefly how to use them, but after a few tries, she used her fork. She was too hungry to mess around. "She's a lot like me, but she thinks I'm overbearing."
"Are you?" she asked, pushing away her own plate and setting down her napkin, pleasantly full.
His look was sheepish. "She's moving out, so I can't be that bad."
Caroline gave him the side-eye. Or he could be that bad and that's why she was moving out. "After nine centuries? Wait, has she been with you that whole time?"
He nodded.
"Huh."
Caroline was curious about the Mikaelson sister. Her conversations with Elijah had been limited. She wasn't sure what she thought of him.
"Thank you. Klaus, this was wonderful."
"Thank you, Caroline, although the night is not over yet."
The smile broke across her face. "Will you dance with me tonight?"
"Anywhere," he vowed seriously.
They were disturbed by the waiter, breaking up the moment where their eyes had locked and the world fell away.
Klaus paid the bill and thanked the man for the meal. Caroline was impressed. She hadn't noticed him pay much attention to the wait staff at other places. She liked this Klaus.
Outside, the sun had just set. There were pinks and purples behind the tall buildings. The air was filled with the smell of delicious food, ginger and garlic, and the chatter of families enjoying the summer night after a long day at work.
"Can we walk around a little?"
"Sure," he agreed, taking her hand. They walked through the crowded streets of Chinatown. There were chop suey shops, stores, groceries, everything. The residents brought home with them when they left their native countries. The segregation and discrimination was intense and ugly. Some only felt safe there and watched Klaus and Caroline warily.
"Are there vampires all over the world?"
"Witches too," he agreed.
"That dress is gorgeous," she said, pointing at a traditional Chinese dress in a window. It was bright red silk with colorful embroidery. It had a Mandarin collar and a slit up the side. She hoped popular clothes would reflect more influences. There were restaurants all over the city decorated in extravagant styles reflecting a specific place and time. Clothes should do the same, she thought. "Do you think I'd look good in that?"
It was Klaus' turn to give her the side eye. "I've seen you wear a tablecloth and it was stunning."
Caroline giggled and they kept walking. "I was imaging you in a kilt made of napkins that night."
He pulled her to a halt and just stared. The bold seductress was making an appearance. "That was what the kilt comment had been about?" His chest puffed up.
Caroline laughed and they kept going, turning right and slowly making their way back to his car.
"Have you tried opium?" he asked, tipping his head where people were lingering near the dark door of an opium den.
"Never. You?" She wasn't interested. Heroin was becoming popular, furnished by the mob bosses, and it was ugly. Alcohol was enough for her.
"I've tried it." His thumb stroked hers. He didn't like not being in control. Being tipsy or drunk was one thing and it took him so long to get drunk it rarely seemed to happen. "I didn't like how it tried to muddled my head." He gestured with his free hand. "Alcohol and blood are my vices of choice." Maybe Caroline was his third vice.
"Can you drive, Caroline?" he asked at the car, watching her eye the vehicle.
"Yes."
"Would you like to?"
"Oh, yes." She winked at him as she walked to the driver's side. "Do you want to pick it up first?"
Klaus smirked at her as he got in. "Minx."
Caroline expertly handled the Model T, navigating it through the rutted streets of New York City. At Klaus' direction, she took them the long way around, getting views of the East River as they headed back towards The Original. He watched her change gears and work the clutch like an expert. She was clearly enjoying herself. Klaus stretched his arm across the bench seat.
He called out streets to take and she parked the car when he asked her to. Her arm looped through his as he appeared at her side. He pointed to their destination. "The best pastry shop in the city. The macarons are just like you'll experience in Paris."
Caroline stopped him on the sidewalk. The shop was still open, but most of the neighborhood was already closed up for the day. "Klaus, on Thursday will you come to my place for dinner?" She gazed up at him. "I have plans tomorrow and I know with Elijah gone, you have to be at The Original more."
"Sweetheart, I'll be there."
Klaus led her in and as she oohed and aahed over the display case. The store would be closing in minutes.
Caroline picked all of the colorful cookies that caught her eye. Klaus took the box and they ate them outside, setting the box on the top of his car. Caroline moaned her way through the raspberry and pistachio ones. "This was too much good food," she moaned, eyes closed. They were crisp and fresh and so flavorful that Caroline was in love.
Klaus adjusted his tie and coughed. She was enjoying them in a way he'd only see when they'd been in bed together.
"I can't eat any more, baby," she said, closing the box. A few were left to save for later. He'd had one himself and wiped an errant crumb from her lip.
His eyes caught hers and the moment was electric. It was only broken when a group of people came through. Klaus then drove them to The Original.
"There are more people than before, Klaus," she said, holding his hand as they walked in. She felt a rush of relief.
"There are," he said, brow furrowed. There were some empty tables towards the back, but it was still early.
There wasn't any music playing yet, but the musicians were tuning up their instruments. Marcel was speaking with them, letting them know the order of songs. The crowd was loud and waiters were quickly bringing out drinks. Klaus nodded at Josh who was managing the action well.
Caroline peeked over heads, but didn't see Davina and the girls yet. Looking around, she spotted the room with the pool table. She realized that she hadn't really seen the entire place. "Do you have to attend to anything?" she asked him, not sure what his obligations were that night.
"Just one thing," he said and asked her what she'd like to drink. He briefly left her to speak with Marcel. He quietly whispered in his ear and Marcel nodded with a big smile. He returned to Caroline, bringing her drink. "Now I'm just your date for the evening."
"Will you show me around?"
His smile was immediate that she was taking an interest in his activities. They wandered through the pool room which was empty. Caroline slid the balls across the felt and his groin tightened. Caroline loved seeing the secret stash of alcohol, making her eyebrows go up at how much of it there was. His office also interested her, but she made a face at the mess. "Klaus, how can you work like this?" Seeing the piles of paper gave her anxiety. "Klaus," she groused.
He chuckled. "Elijah keeps excellent records. I merely push papers around," he said.
Her fingers itched to organize everything. She caught her lip between her teeth and then she finished her drink in one large gulp.
"I hear the band starting up. Do you want to go listen?"
She nodded, happy to leave the room. Klaus found them a table near the circular stage. Fresh drinks were set down in front of them. The band played the first song. Bonnie wasn't out yet. Caroline looked around. A few more groups came through. There were some couples who were enjoying themselves quite a bit in the darker corners. Cigarette smoke drifted over the heads of others. The crowd was diverse. That was a good sign she knew.
Caroline's foot tapped along to the tune. She heard her name being called and it was Davina, waving at her. The table Klaus chose for himself and Caroline was a small one, but another had been reserved for Davina three tables away from them. It was close enough that they could visit, but not so close that they invaded the other's privacy. Davina, April, Liv, and their dates all sat down and ordered drinks. Davina went back to see Bonnie, dancing her way there.
"Do you want to dance?" she asked Klaus when the song was finished, wanting to be in his arms, as she stroked her fingers along his thigh under the table.
"In a few songs, sweetheart," he said, waiting for something to happen.
"Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Bonnie Bennett," Marcel announced.
With a sultry smile, Bonnie emerged from the side door and walked gracefully out onto the stage. Her costume was bright red and beaded all over. It hit her mid-thigh, scandalously short, only allowed in costumes. There were feathered plumes emerging from behind her head, giving her a dramatic collar. Her hair was in finger waves against her head. She looked incredible.
Marcel whispered in her ear on her way to the microphone and Bonnie grinned. Looking up, she saw Klaus and Caroline in the front row. Davina also made her way back to her table. She'd been able to confirm with Bonnie the time when they would do their song. It would be part of the next set.
"Good evening," Bonnie said, the crowd hushing to hear her. Her low voice and slight accent entranced them already. "This is the debut of a new song for someone special here…from someone special to her."
Bonnie smiled and the band began to play.
Klaus was nervous, watching every reaction on Caroline's face.
Bonnie began to sing the song Marcel wrote at Klaus' request. It was a jaunty number that mentioned standing at the top of the world and never feeling so good. It talked about her blonde hair and blue eyes. Her fondness for cherries and her sweet and sexy nature were also brought up. Bonnie got to the chorus and sang about "My Caroline."
"Klaus?" Caroline asked, heart in her throat, squeezing his hand tight.
He gave her his devastating dimpled smiled and she wanted to melt. Turning back to music, she listened intently as it continued, somehow working in "minx."
It was beautiful, it was catchy, and Bonnie's voice made it even more special.
When the song was over, Caroline shot up and gave an ovation to Bonnie, giving her a kind smile and touching her hand to her chest. It meant the world to her. It was in the right hands. Caroline also looked at Marcel and the musicians, mouthing "thank you" to all of them, waving.
The rest of the crowd applauded, but not nearly as long or as loudly as Caroline did. When she looked at the other table, Davina, April, and Liv all cheered madly.
With a deep breath, emotional, Caroline looked at Klaus. "Klaus." It was the only thing she could think to say. "I…"
With determination, she took his hand and led him back to his office.
"Did you like it? I'll give you the sheet music for you to have. Marcel will play it every night if I ask."
"I'd say that was the most amazing thing ever, but Klaus," she said, taking a moment to let it all sink in as she closed the door behind him, "they've all been amazing moments and they're in that song. I loved it and I can't thank you enough."
Klaus' smile was sheepish. It was silly and romantic, but it meant as much to Caroline as he hoped it would.
"Thank you," she repeated, pressing up against him. Her lips brushed over his. "It was incredibly sweet. I also think you're incredibly sexy."
"Caroline," he said, but she cut him off with another kiss.
In a graceful move he wasn't expecting, Caroline dropped to her knees and reached for the fly of his pants.
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So evil! Are you guys excited for the next chapter?
No one has mentioned it yet, but someone inevitably will say that they hate "baby" as an endearment. However it's appropriate for the era (I checked,) so Caroline uses it occasionally.
It took me too long to write that terrible coded poem Katherine wrote Elijah, so I did not even attempt to write the lyrics for the song about Caroline. Does anyone want to give it a go?