Morning dawned as if yesterday had blessedly never happened. Violet was in good spirits and the pair spent the morning lazing on the couch. Klaus made her take it easy, but she soon complained of boredom.

"After yesterday, a boring day is a gift straight from God, Violet," Klaus remarked in a voice that couldn't hide his relief. "Besides, I have a surprise for you, later, if" -and he held a finger up for the first and only condition- "you rest this morning." Her eyes grew large and round with curiosity and she opened her mouth to ask him about it, but he pressed that same finger to her lips. "No hints." She pulled his hand down in another attempt to speak and he replaced his finger with his lips, effectively shushing her.

He kissed her softly, barely pulling back to say, "You have a very lovely mouth," and it was true. Her lips were full and so soft, if not a bit chapped from the day before. Her tongue was sweet and hiding just there, inside her mouth, if he wanted to taste it and she was so new to this, so easily aroused, that her breath already huffed out in short wafts of warm air, smelling of toothpaste and apple slices.

Klaus wondered at the ease in which he experienced this intimacy with Violet, his sister, as he pulled her to him, his hand around her neck. Were they sociopaths, then? Knowing it was wrong but doing it anyway, letting himself get aroused right along with Violet, knowing that all of this was just going to make it even harder on him when she was gone, that there would be that much more to miss about her. How easy it was to slip his hand under her tee shirt, to slide her sweatpants and panties off down her legs, to not feel a bit guilty when he unbuttoned his own pants to free himself of their confines.

He urged her into a position where she sat over him, straddling his waist. Her weight, pressed against his erection, was warm and wet and at the moment he couldn't imagine wanting to be anywhere else with anyone else. In fact, he would dub this couch his lucky couch from now on. Violet gave no indication that she objected to any of it either, as her mouth was busy sucking on the skin just under his ear and her hands had already unbuttoned his shirt and were freely exploring. "God," she said, right into his ear, causing goosebumps to spread over his arm. "Why do you smell so good?"

Having no answer, he only groaned a little when she reached between them to wrap her hand around his erection. It was interesting to learn these little things about Violet. Had she always thought he smelled good? Did they have really good physical chemistry or was it just the newness of it all, the honeymoon phase, so to speak, that made being with her feel so good? Or was it the excitement of the forbidden? Only, it didn't feel very forbidden. That's what Klaus was trying to wrap his mind around. This thing that they were doing right now should've been all wrong. When Violet had first mentioned it to him at the beginning of the week, his very first reaction had been to think it was a crazy idea, but it had taken just minutes to warm up to the idea of getting romantically involved with Violet, like maybe it was something he had always wanted and had concluded early on that it was impossible, so had put it out of his mind. But she had wanted him this whole time, and he felt like maybe he had largely missed out on something that could've been really special.

All of these wonderings flew out of his head as soon as Violet took him into her body and he felt her tight, slick walls surrounding him, her pelvis rolling down over his. The mixture of sensation and emotion overwhelmed him a little. He grasped around her back, up under her shirt, and buried his face in her chest, holding her still and close. She ran her fingers through his hair and kissed the top of his head, and the gesture was so comforting, so sweet, that he felt that all too familiar ache in his throat, the salty burn of unshed tears. And then even that faded in the face of the pleasure she offered, her body moving over him like a balm, calming his soul but electrifying his veins so that they pumped excitement and need throughout his extremities.

Violet pressed on his shoulders until he leaned into the cushions lining the back of the couch, tangling her fingers into his hair again to pull his head back. Her mouth remained just as sweet as it had been as she trailed kisses over his cheekbones and along his jaw, lingering at his mouth, until she forgot herself, forgot everything but the rhythm of their love making and the sensual enjoyment that she got from it. So, as Klaus pulled her shirt quickly over her head, she was too distracted to object, and he continued to hold her close, so that he could feel every inch of her moving against him, mouth to mouth, chest to breast, thigh to thigh.

Her hushed tones of arousal resonated no further than his ear as she pressed her cheek to his, her fingers tightening over his shoulders, sliding up his neck. Her pace quickened erratically and Klaus just held his hands loosely over her bottom now, loving the way his palms rubbed against her soft skin as she moved. She was getting close, he could tell, and he was wondering if she finished before him, should he take her upstairs to the bed to have his way with her, or maybe just lay her out here on the cushions? That's when all of their relaxed intercourse came to a screeching halt.

On the end table, Klaus's cell phone rang, making Violet just about jump out of her skin. The phone, in it's blue case, gave off one of those old-timey telephone ring tones and vibrated itself across the glass surface. Violet laughed at her reaction and looked to Klaus, to see if he would answer. Shaking his head, dismissing it, he said, "Ignore it," and claimed her mouth again, deciding to go ahead and lay her out right here on the sofa.

He turned them both bodily, and gently laid her down to lean over her, to press himself back into her. The phone had stopped ringing, so her soft gasp was easily heard in the quiet of the room. He thrust a deep and steady rhythm, one that he knew would get her there as well as himself, but he faltered when the phone began to ring again. He dropped his face into her neck, breathing in her warm scent, waiting for that stupid ring to stop.

"Should you see who it is? It could be important," Violet suggested. "It could be Sunny."

"Well," Klaus said with a sexy tease, nipping along her jawline to her chest when the ringing stopped again. "Sunny can wait another few minutes." He gave up on getting there himself but was determined that Violet have a satisfying time, so he followed an invisible trail down the center of her body, licking and kissing until he reached her sweet spot between her legs to suck gently on that sensitive pink skin.

The thing is, he didn't think it was Sunny calling. He'd awoken this morning with a keen awareness that today was the day that Isadora would be back stateside from her long vacation with her brothers. He'd known it was impossible to get a hold of her while she was traveling on the cruise ship, but had texted her weeks ago on her birthday anyway, hoping she would receive it the next time she had cell service. For over three weeks he hadn't heard a single word from his wife and right now was definitely not a good time for him to have any sort of conversation with her.

A moment later, Violet came, legs tightening uncontrollably around his head and her fingers pulling almost painfully at his hair. He would have loved it, reveled in it, and maybe even carried her upstairs like he'd originally planned on, except the damn phone rang again. Violet let out a frustrated whine at the sound.

"Goddammit," he swore, sitting up swiftly to grab his phone off the table. He couldn't help but see whose number it was before he pressed the off button and carelessly tossed it over his shoulder, not caring if it got sucked down the black hole of cushions that every couch possessed.

"Klaus?" Violet inquired, leaning up on her elbows, looking inevitably around for her shirt because he knew she didn't like him to see her scar. "Who was it? They've called three times so it must be important." She was so sensible. If the phone had rang while he and Isadora were having sex, Isadora would've blown a gasket, saying he would do anything to get out of spending time with her. She would've found some way to blame Violet. That's not really fair, though. It hadn't always been like that, but Violet's cancer had brought out the worst in his marriage.

"It's nobody," he lied. "Work. I'll call them back later. It's fine." It had been Isadora and her interruption annoyed him, like she had known what they were doing and wanted to mess it up. Why couldn't she just leave a message and move on like a normal person? Violet was standing now, actively looking for her shirt amongst the couch cushions, holding her arm protectively over her scar and this irritated Klaus further.

Violet scoffed, saying, "Are you sure? You've got this," -and holding the found shirt to her front she pressed her thumb to his furrowed brow,- "scowl thing going on with your face."

He grabbed her shirt out of her hands and threw it over the couch, out of reach, and practically dragged her body to stand between his legs so that he could press his face into her belly, seeking comfort and receiving it in the form of Violet's tender caresses. A full minute passed before he could honestly say, "I'm all right. Come lay down on the couch with me for a nap. You're going to be too tired for your surprise if you don't get some rest."

Distracted by this statement, her eyebrows shot up. "I guess…I thought that what we did just now was the surprise."

Klaus chuckled, tugging at her arms until she gave in, pulling an old crocheted afghan over them as they lay down, half asleep already.

Later that afternoon, Klaus told Violet to get dressed. "What am I getting dressed for?" she asked, still hoping for some hints.

"Well, if I told you that, then it wouldn't be a surprise." He considered her a moment and decided on telling her to wear something appropriate for going out to dinner. "Because, we probably will."

They drove in quiet anticipation out of the beach district, through the city, and took the exit for the airport. Violet began guessing. "Are we flying somewhere?" she asked. "Are we eating dinner in Italy?"

"I should've thought of that," Klaus teased. "It would have been seriously romantic."

"Are we going to watch the airplanes?" she asked hopefully. It was amusing to know that she would've enjoyed this almost as much as a surprise trip to Italy.

"No, not today."

"Are we picking somebody up?" she asked as they changed lanes to loop into the arrivals circuit. Klaus only gave a coy smile. "Is it Isadora?" This question was followed immediately by her huge gasp of realization. "Sunny? Is it Sunny?" And you couldn't have wiped the smile off of her face. Klaus laughed out loud, pointing as they pulled up to the curb next to a young, blonde woman dressed in shorts and an oversized University hoodie. She carried a small carry-on bag and had a backpack hefted onto one shoulder as she texted on her cell phone.

Klaus threw the car into park and leapt out to pull Sunny into a huge bearhug.

"Hey Sunshine!" Klaus greeted. "How was the flight?"

"Good. Really good," she answered, kissing his cheek then looking around him for Violet, but their older sister was just behind him, already waiting in line for her hug. As the girls squealed and hugged and kissed, Klaus held out his hand for the backpack and the small suitcase and loaded them into the backseat.

When everyone was buckled into the car and they were pulling back onto the highway, Klaus asked, "Are you hungry? Should we grab some dinner? Keep in mind, we've already eaten at the pier this week."

"Without me?" cried Sunny indignantly.

"We could go again," Violet pacified. "I don't mind where we go. I'm just really glad to see you!" She turned in the seat to see Sunny better.

"You spoil her," said Klaus, but he was only teasing.

"I'll settle for pizza, then, or have you already had that, too?"

"Pizza sounds perfect," said Violet quickly before Klaus could offer a differing opinion. "I can't believe you guys were able to surprise me. Usually, I can smell subterfuge like that from a mile away. Sunny even called me this morning," she said to Klaus, "and I had no clue. She acted like everything was normal." Violet clapped her hands in delight. "How long will you be here?"

"Two nights. Just for the weekend. I fly back early Sunday morning to study for my history exam."

"Did you bring your notes? I could quiz you, if you like?" offered Klaus.

"No. I didn't bring any homework with me. This weekend is just for us Baudelaires!"

Violet faced forward in her seat, laid her head back on the headrest and her contented smile sent a rush of warmth through Klaus's heart. He couldn't help but reach across the console to grab her hand. It didn't matter if Sunny saw. She would do the same thing.