Enjoy it my darlings :)
The shrill ring of a phone broke through Klaus's sleepy haze and he groaned as he dragged himself from the warmth and comfort of his bed to search for his phone. Finally locating it on the coffee table in the living room, Klaus let out another groan upon seeing who was calling him. He had a pretty good idea why she was phoning him.
Rejecting the call, Klaus placed his phone back on the coffee table and made his way to the kitchen, noticing that the clock which hung on the pale blue walls of the room had the time at already past ten in the morning. Dammit, he thought. He hadn't meant to fall back to sleep. Now Stefan and Giuseppe were bound to know something was amiss.
It was just a few minutes later, as Klaus was in the middle of making a pot of coffee, that Charlotte entered the kitchen fully dressed and using her hand to try and stifle a yawn.
"Good morning, Charlotte."
"Hmmm…"
Klaus laughed. It was very clear from her extremely unenthusiastic greeting that Charlotte was not much of a morning person.
"Coffee?" Klaus offered, holding a cup of the stuff out for Charlotte.
"Please." She replied before taking the cup from his hand and thanking him.
Charlotte was grateful for the soothing heat of the liquid as she drank greedily. She was still feeling tired from her late night with Klaus and was aware that it was the first time she had ever stayed the night at his apartment. She wondered if she had overstepped a boundary; after all, they were not a couple and they had agreed she should not ever spend the night at his in case her family became suspicious about her whereabouts.
Sneaking a glance at the man before her over her coffee cup, Charlotte let out a small whimper. He was wearing only his black boxers despite it approaching the end of November and she was awarded with a stunning view of his defined body. She watched attentively as Klaus poured himself a cup of coffee and leaned against the marble countertops; an air of relaxation surrounding him. For a second, Charlotte imagined spending many morning like this one with Klaus but shook her thoughts away as she realised how absurd her idea was. They had a passionate, sexual relationship but they were not couple material.
Finishing her drink, Charlotte placed her cup on the counter Klaus was leaning against; brushing so close to his body that she could smell his natural musky scent. Inhaling, she felt herself grow a little dizzy with desire for him. Klaus could see in Charlotte's eyes that she wanted him and he smirked.
Using all the will power she had, Charlotte forced herself to move. Picking up her bag, she left the kitchen and made her way towards to front door; only to have Klaus's hand slam the door shut a second after she opened it.
"Klaus, I have to go."
"You're not going anywhere without first giving me a kiss."
"Seriously?"
"I can assure you that I am deadly serious, love." Klaus said with a smile, wrapping his arms tightly around Charlotte's waist a pulling her in for a kiss.
The kiss lasted less than half a minute but it a kiss so different to the ones Charlotte was used to receiving from Klaus. She couldn't exactly determine in what way it was different, but she was certain that it felt different.
"Now you can go, love." Klaus said, kissing her cheek before holding the door open for her to leave.
She heard the door close behind her and she travelled down in the lift to the main entrance to the block of apartments. She regretted wearing a dress the moment she left the building and found herself becoming wet from the torrential downpour of rain. Cursing, Charlotte pulled her coat tighter around her body and began to walk quickly, hoping the walk home would not take as long as it usually did.
She had been walking less than a minute when she saw the familiar white car that belonged to Caroline Forbes pull up along side her. Caroline gestured for her to get and it was with immense gratitude that Charlotte did so; glad to be out of the rain but already soaking wet.
"Thanks, Caroline."
"You're welcome."
Caroline gave Charlotte a weak smile before driving off again. When she and Stefan had woken nearly two hours earlier they had given no thought to Charlotte's whereabouts but as time passed, Stefan had begun to worry; knowing full well his sister's habit of never missing Sunday morning breakfast. Caroline had covered quickly for the girl, not wanting her to get into any trouble with her father or brother, and lied; stating that Charlotte had sent her a message just a few minutes before informing her that she had stayed over at Emma's and would be returning soon. Caroline was relieved when brother and his father seemed to buy her explanation and she had left it as long as possible before going out in search of Charlotte; knowing full well where Charlotte had actually spent the night.
"Charlotte…"
"Please, don't, Caroline."
"You need to stop this. Klaus is no good for you."
"I disagree."
Caroline pulled up and parked the car. They had not yet arrived at the Boarding house but Caroline was determined to make Charlotte see sense about Klaus. Caroline didn't hate Klaus; in fact, it was the opposite. She considered Klaus to be a very good friend but she was knowledgeable in how lousy of a boyfriend he could be. Klaus was a very attractive man and as a result, never kept one girlfriend for long. In all the years Caroline had known him, she had never seen him with a girl for longer than three months.
"Charlotte, Klaus is a good man. He's a good friend but believe me when I say that he is not boyfriend material."
"He's not my boyfriend, Caroline. It's just sex."
"Klaus doesn't do 'just sex'. He's had so many girlfriends that I can't even remember them all. Klaus will be lovely to you for a few weeks- months if you're lucky- and then he'll just drop you like you're nothing to him."
"If you're worried about me getting hurt, don't. Klaus and I are not a couple. We just use each other for sex."
Caroline shook her head in disbelief. She knew Charlotte was knew, and it was no more clear to her in that moment than it had ever been that she was definitely Damon's sister.
"Okay. One, you shouldn't be whoring your body out like that. You're a beautiful girl and there are plenty of guys your own age who would kill to go on a date with you. Two, how do you think is going to end between you and Klaus? And three, have you even looked at another guy since starting this thing with him?"
Charlotte wanted to turn away from Caroline's stare but found that she couldn't. Charlotte thought back over the months and realised that Caroline had a point; she had barely even talked to another guy let alone gone out with one. She wasn't Klaus's girlfriend yet she was acting like she was in terms of her sexual availability.
From the look on Charlotte's face, Caroline could see that she had hit a nerve and had given Charlotte something to think about.
"How long has this been going on?"
"Two months."
"Two months! You need to put a stop to it now, Charlotte before your brothers find out."
"And what if I don't want to? It's not as if you can make me do it, Caroline."
"Urgh, will you just listen to me?! I have dated Klaus. I know exactly what he is like! This is only going to end badly for you if it goes on any further."
"Fine!" Charlotte shouted before clamping her mouth shut and refusing to discuss the topic anymore.
It took only a few minutes for Caroline to arrive at the Boarding House. As both herself and Charlotte stepped inside the house, she hoped that her words had gotten through to the young girl and that she would end her relationship with Klaus.
Stefan did not notice the strained silence between his sister and girlfriend as they entered the house but was concerned when Charlotte went straight up to her room without saying a word to anyone. Caroline gifted him with a smile she hoped was reassuring and explained to him that Charlotte had asked her to bring her home due to the poor weather conditions.
Upstairs, Charlotte threw herself down on her bed sighed. The discussion with Caroline had left her mentally drained and she had no intention of ending her arrangement with Klaus.
Deciding she needed to shower, Charlotte removed her wet clothes and entered her en-suite bathroom; turning on the shower and adjusting the temperature until it was right for her. Opening the cupboard beneath the sink, Charlotte grabbed a fresh bar of soap and knocked over a box of tampons in the process. Fixing the box, Charlotte began to count back the days on her fingers and let herself slump to the floor as a realisation hit her like a ton of bricks. Her period was five days late.