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"So…" Dean began as he and Charlotte walked down the street and towards The Grill. "How are you finding being at home?"

Charlotte had agreed to meet Damon after she finished school, even though it meant lying to her mother and bailing on plans with Klaus. She hated sneaking around, but she had missed her friend and she knew her mother would not approve of her spending time with Dean.

"It's great. I miss San Francisco and you, but I love being home. It's great being with Emma, and my brothers… and Klaus."
"Klaus? As in, 'Klaus, your brothers' best friend', Klaus?" Dean asked with raised eyebrows?
"Yes."
"Oh. I take it from the massive grin on your face that he's a little bit more than just a surrogate brother?"
"You would be correct in your thinking."

Dean smiled at Charlotte and hugged her tightly.

"Get you. Little Miss Charlotte has herself a boyfriend. I hope he's treating you right."
"Relax, Dean. My brothers' already gave him a lecture."
"How did they take it? You know, you dating an older guy."
"Well… Damon went mental and Stefan punched him. They're fine with it now, though."
"How long have you been together?"
"Five months."
"Wow, that's the longest I've ever known you to be with a guy since… you know."
"Klaus isn't like any other guy. I love him."

Dean stopped dead in his tracks. In his few years of friendship with the young girl, he had only ever know of one occasion in which Charlotte had been in love and it had almost ruined her.

"What?" Charlotte questioned.
"Nothing." Dean replied, shaking his head.
"Oh, don't give me that look."
"What look?"
"The 'Oh my god, what's gotten into her' look'."
"I'm not giving you any look." Dean smirked.
"Yes, you are." Charlotte replied; playfully smacking Dean on the shoulder as they entered The Grill and took their seats at an empty table.

It was an hour later, as the two friends finished their meals, that Dean finally plucked up the courage to ask the question that had been on the tip of his tongue from the moment Charlotte declared she was in love with Klaus.

Hearing Dean clear his throat, Charlotte eyed the man carefully; already having a good idea of what he was about to say.

"Does Klaus know about Robert?"
"No. No-one here does."
"Are you going to tell him."
"Of course not. There's no point in telling him."
"You should tell him."
"I said no, Dean. Now stop talking about it." Charlotte sighed.

Robert was not someone she thought about very often but she was sure that if she told Damon, Stefan, or Klaus about him, it would only end in violence and that was the last thing she wanted. It was a part of her history that she never wanted to drag into the light, and although she understood why Dean was so worried about her, she wished he would stay out of matters that did not concern him.

Softening her voice, Charlotte smiled at her friend.

"Let's just play some pool, okay?"

Dean stared at Charlotte, knowing it would be pointless to argue with the girl any further, and agreed to a game of pool. Yet, even as he racked up the balls and bantered with Charlotte about how she was never going to beat him, he couldn't shake the feeling of needing to protect her. He had spent two years of his life looking out for the girl and making sure that no guy ever hurt her. To Dean, it didn't matter that Klaus had known Charlotte her entire life or that Charlotte insisted he was a good guy, Dean needed to see for himself that Klaus could be trusted with Charlotte.

Mary watched from the corner at her only daughter laughing loudly and smirking triumphantly as she won her round of pool against Dean. When she had first met Dean, three years before, she had believed him to be a polite and trustworthy individual. However, her opinion of him had quickly changed when he had placed her daughter in serious danger. Almost getting Charlotte killed as a result of his own actions had caused Mary to hate the young man with a passion, and it had frustrated her to no end that Charlotte had continued her friendship with the man for a long time after the event had occurred.

With the move back to Mystic Falls, Mary had hoped Charlotte would forget all about Dean and their friendship, but it was evident from Dean's arrival in the town and Charlotte's subsequent lies about where she was, that her daughter still valued the relationship she shared with the man. No matter what Mary said or did, she had been unable to get Charlotte to come to her senses and see Dean for what he really was. Charlotte had merely insisted that he was her friend and he would always protect her.

Mary wondered, for a moment, if Charlotte had ever told Klaus about the close friendship she had shared with Dean during her time in San Francisco. However, knowing her daughter, Mary doubted Charlotte had done so and she could only imagine how this would impact upon Klaus and Charlotte's relationship. Mary did not doubt for a single second that Charlotte's love for Klaus was true; the way Charlotte's eyes followed Klaus's every moment when they were together and the way her whole face lit up when he kissed her, more than enough proof for Mary that the couple really did love each other. Now, though, with Dean's arrival, Mary wasn't sure how long that would last.

"Where have you been?" Damon asked his sister as she walked into the Boarding House.

With the wedding only three days away, Damon and Elena were making sure everyone was up to date on the schedule for the day, and Damon was a little annoyed that his sister had been gone most of the evening.

Flinging herself down on the sofa next to a smiling Klaus, Charlotte kissed him affectionately on the lips and sighed happily as she leant into him.

"Relax, Damon. I'm here aren't I?"

Damon scowled at Charlotte but quickly forgot about her lateness as he and Elena went over the final arrangements for the upcoming wedding. Tuning in and out of the conversation, Charlotte stiffened slightly when she felt Klaus's fingers begin to trail ever so softly up and down the bare skin of her arm; causing a rush of tingles to shoot straight through her.

She did nothing as Klaus moved his fingers from her arm and up to the back of her neck, repeating his earlier actions. With each stroke of his fingertips, Charlotte felt another rush of pleasure run through her body; Klaus knew just how to excite her slowly and without being noticed by those around them. She cursed him quietly under her breath and glared at him briefly when she saw him smirk in response. Klaus had heard her telling him she hated him and for him to stop, but Klaus was having so much fun he couldn't bring himself to do so.

When discussions concerning the wedding had ended, the group dispersed; with Damon and Elena leaving to make their way back to their own home whilst Stefan, Caroline, Klaus, Charlotte and Mary choosing to remain at The Boarding House. Shortly after the departure of the soon to be wedded couple, Mary bid goodnight to her children and their respective partners; knowing that, that night was not the right one in which to confront her daughter.

Once Mary had taken her leave, Klaus decided to up his game and he casually allowed his arm to fall to his side and rested his hand on the top of Charlotte's jean-clad thigh. Raking his finger nails up and down her thigh, Klaus watched, amused, as Charlotte struggled to control her breathing. It was so easy for him to arouse her that he knew he needn't do anything more to get her to surrender but, still, he continued.

From the corner of her eye, Charlotte could see Klaus's smirk grow even wider as it became more and more evident that he was getting to her. It would only be a matter of time before she surrendered to his advances and he could whisk her away and finally spend the night making her his again. Leaning in close so her lips were almost touching his ear, Charlotte whispered into Klaus's ear; completely ignoring the presence of her brother and his girlfriend.

"I swear to God, you had better stop what you're doing."
"Or what?" Klaus responded.

Charlotte did not miss the challenge in his voice and as she pulled back to look at him, she was greeted with the sight of eyes so black with lust it knocked her breathless. Try as she might, she could not ignore the desire that was now pooling between her legs and she stared at him, open mouthed, as he addressed her.

"That's what I thought." said Klaus, as he watched Charlotte bite her lower lip.

Crashing his mouth into Charlotte's, Klaus kissed her with the passion of a dying man; as if he couldn't get enough and he would surely die if he were made to stop. It did not even occur to him that his actions were extremely inappropriate given their present company.

"Ummm… Klaus?" Caroline uttered; clearing her throat loudly when her words received no response.

Caroline and Stefan looked on in stunned silence at Klaus practically devouring Charlotte. There was no way anyone could deny it; Klaus wanted Charlotte and he was not willingly to wait.

"Klaus!" Caroline shouted.

Breaking apart from one another, Klaus and Charlotte laughed at the traumatised expressions on both Stefan and Caroline's faces. They had been so caught up in each other that they had completely forgotten that they were not alone.

"Sorry, mate." Klaus directed towards Stefan, who was looking incredibly pale.

When no response came, Klaus decided there was no harm in sweeping Charlotte and so, he did just that; grabbing her arms and dragging her along with him as he made a beeline for the doorway to the stairs.

The sight of Klaus with his hands all over Charlotte, who was giggling as she allowed the older man to take her from the room, snapped Stefan from his bubble of shock. Standing, Stefan shouted loudly; causing the eager young couple to stop in their tracks and turn to face him.

"That's my sister!"
"Yes, she is." Klaus replied. "But she's also my girlfriend and unless you want to be witness to the many naughty things I intend on doing with my girlfriend, then I suggest you allow us to leave, Stefan."

Stefan and Klaus stood, staring each other down, until finally, Stefan sighed and let out a small groan. Charlotte may have been his sister but Stefan was not naïve; he knew exactly what Klaus did with her when they were behind closed doors.

"Just… keep it down. I don't need to hear you defiling my sister… again."
"I'll try, but I can't promise anything , mate."

Klaus shouted back as he quickly escorted Charlotte from the parlour room; leaving behind an amused Caroline and a distressed Stefan.

The second the bedroom door clicked shut, Klaus had Charlotte pinned against it and was attacking her neck with vigour. He would not allow her to reject him tonight. He wanted her. No, he needed her and he would not be taking no for an answer.

Heading straight for the buttons on her jeans, Klaus quickly unbuttoned the pants and roughly pulled them down her legs until they gathered at her ankles and Charlotte stepped out them. The desperate need to be buried deep inside the woman he loved was so overwhelming, that Klaus wasted no time in tearing Charlotte's thin, lace panties from her body and smirking grandly at the gasp he drew from her mouth as a result.

Feeling cool air rush to her heated center, Charlotte let out a small moan and pulled at Klaus's shirt; frantically needing to feel his skin and hardened muscles beneath her hands. Helping her along, Klaus pulled his t shirt from his body, flinging it across the room, as he kept her pinned against the door with the sheer strength of his hips.

Klaus was working on undoing his own jeans, when he felt Charlotte begin to gently bite at his neck; her teeth scraping along his skin. Growling at the pleasure his girl was making him feel, Klaus struggled to keep himself together but managed to do so long enough to swiftly remove his jeans and boxers, before pulling Charlotte backwards with him towards the bed.

The sudden pressure of Charlotte's semi-naked body on his, sent Klaus into a frenzy. Almost tearing the black, halter-top Charlotte wore off her body, Klaus smiled with lust when he set his eyes on her naked torso. Looking up at the woman who was now straddling him, he tangled his fingers into her curly locks and pulled her down roughly until her lips met his; both fighting admirably for dominance, with Charlotte losing the second she felt Klaus thrust up into her in one go.

Klaus had intended on taking things much, much slower. He had wanted to tease her, remind her of what she had been missing. However, the moment his girl had fallen on top of him, Klaus had been able to feel exactly how badly she wanted him and all thoughts of taking things slow had flown out of the window.

The glorious sensation of being filled so wholly by Klaus almost sent Charlotte diving off the edge. Her love for him mixed with her lust and he felt as if she was soaring as she met him thrust for thrust. Beneath her, Klaus smirked at the obvious enjoyment Charlotte was experiencing, her chest heaving with her lust-filled pants and loud moans of his name, and he couldn't help but think that she had finally managed to get her wish.

Her orgasm hit her without any warning at all and it washed over her with ferocity of waves crashing into rocks during a storm. She screamed his name at the top of her lungs, the oxygen leaving her body so quickly it made her feel dizzy, giving no concern to her mother, father or brother; only to the masterpiece of a man lying beneath her.

From his position, Klaus was granted with the sight of Charlotte in all her glory and he revelled in the fact that he had been responsible for her pleasure. Pushing himself up into her at a furious pace, Klaus came seconds later, deep inside her and in the same manner as Charlotte, he shouted out her name; his voice booming around the room; his eyes squeezed shut with bliss.

The very instant he wave of pleasure was over, he pulled a still breathless Charlotte down, his lips catching hers, and rolled her over so he was now lying on top of her. His hands brushed her hair away from her face; her entire body covered in a thin sheen of sweat, just like his, from their activities.

"Are you okay, love?" Klaus asked, smirking.

Rolling her eyes, Charlotte kissed him deeply before answering.

"I love you, Klaus."
"I love you too."

One more kiss and they were done. Charlotte woke the next morning to find herself wrapped up in a naked Klaus, their limbs a tangled mess. She was already late for school but she had no intention of unravelling herself from the man in her bed.