So I'm putting this out there right now: If someone who reads this were to make a fanvid about this drabble with Hozier's Better Love song as the thing; and maybe more than one will do it; I will write you a fanfic. You have my word. Just send me a link to the video, I'll watch it then I'll write a different Klaroline fic for you. It can be whatever subject you want, or if you want me to pick it that's fine too. And everybody who makes a fanvid for this will get a fic.

Klaus dropped the last folded down blanket on the pile at the foot of Caroline's made-up bed. The canopy was delicate, spiraled wood reaching to the ceiling, and a light cover draped over each post, to look like it was hiding a work of art. He turned to Caroline whose arms were folded and he left his hands by his sides. He'd volunteered to do the job of bringing everything to her room to try and win back Caroline's good favor. Despite knowing he had been locked away in the Garden wall for three years, she was still angry. She wouldn't even let him hold her, wouldn't let him touch her. At least she was staying.

"Thank you," Caroline said, looking down and rocking slightly "you can go now." Klaus stared at her

"Is that all you're willing to say to me?" He asked hurtfully, Caroline's glare returned as she looked in his eyes. "Love, it's been seven years. I missed you."

"I missed you too." Caroline snapped. His face turned to one of surprise. She looked away. "I looked for you three years ago. But I had the twins so I couldn't stay and track down your ass despite every nerve in my body wanting to." She said. Klaus took a couple steps towards her, staring at her. Her glare stayed on his face when he didn't reach out to her.

"I remember explaining why it was you couldn't find me." Klaus replied.

"Yeah? Well I didn't hear any sort of apology the twenty times you and your siblings told me over and over again how you sacrificed yourself for your family and your daughter." Caroline yelled. Confusion passed over his face. She let out a groan of frustration and covered her face with her hands, turning away. As she dropped them she turned back to him. "Tell me you're sorry." She growled.

"Sorry for what, Caroline?!" Klaus replied in desperation "That I love my family, that if one more of them was to die, regardless of if they could be brought back, it would devastate me; sorry that if I let anything happen to my little girl I would never forgive myself?!"

"Sorry that you put yourself in that situation!" She yelled. "Sorry that you never told me what was going on, so that when I looked for you, I could find you and help you! Sorry that you got trapped in that stupid Garden, sorry that you made an enemy out of those ancestors so they would hurt you and your family the way that they did!" Caroline began panting and he could see she was on the verge of tears. "Tell me you're sorry for almost getting yourself killed, even if your sire line is free from sharing the same fate. Tell me that."

Klaus looked Caroline in the eye and took one last step toward her, reached out to her, brushing his thumb across her cheek, and burying his hand in her hair. She continued panting in order to control her tears, but when one rolled down her cheek, Klaus gently touched his forehead to hers.

"I'm sorry, love." He whispered slowly, watching her face. Caroline closed her eyes tightly and took a deep breath she didn't need. She opened her eyes to his and in a quick moment Klaus saw how scared she'd been for him. How much she loved him.

His lips landed hard on hers and his hand burrowed deeper in her hair to grip the back of her head. His other hand went to place itself on her side. Caroline kissed him back, her hands on his arms, moving to cradle his face. Their kisses became more heated and so Klaus guided Caroline to her bed, her legs bumping into the foot of it and a couple blankets falling to the floor. He shed his jacket quickly, Caroline relieving him of his shirt in the same second, Klaus doing the same with her shirt. When their mouths joined again, Klaus pushed her against the bed, making her sit. He followed her down and they moved farther onto the bed.

She was the only one who truly knew what his family meant to him. The only one that grew concerned of his well-being even if he always managed to escape death. And so when Caroline's lips found his again, he made sure she knew the sentiment was appreciated, and reciprocated.

The first night they've been together since he left. The first night they stayed together because she stayed.

I was listening to Hozier's Better Love and since I'm in the Klaroline zone I thought of it. I understand that Klaus already told Caroline his family makes him happy, but this plays on the fact that the other women in his life don't know that, and he's so used to defending himself to them or feeling he had to, he was expecting her to have the same opinion as the other women in his life. Maybe I should've written that in there but I wanted to get to the 'night of passion' bit, which I'm still not too good at writing yet. I kept thinking of Klaus and Caroline being together again after being apart for so long; the angst, the love, etc.

As I said at the top: If someone who reads this were to make a fanvid about this drabble with Hozier's Better Love song as the thing; and maybe more than one will do it; I will write you a fanfic. You have my word. Just send me a link to the video, I'll watch it then I'll write a different Klaroline fic for you. It can be whatever subject you want, or if you want me to pick it that's fine too. And everybody who makes a fanvid for this will get a fic.