A/N: Another chapter for you all! Thanks so much for all your comments last time, they blew me away with the encouragement and love! Enjoy!

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The rest of the charity event seemed to pass in a blur to Caroline, the only thing on her mind was the feeling of Klaus' lips on her own and the hand he had kept firmly on the small of her back for most of the night. She felt that familiar tug of longing that she always felt around Klaus, that need that seemed to cancel everything else out.

They missed Elijah's speech. He didn't seem to notice their absence as they made out in the garden like a couple of teenagers though, his eyes were only looking for Katherine. Caroline had to smile at that, it had been a long time since Elijah had found happiness for himself and she hoped Katherine was a keeper. She had only met Katherine Pierce twice and both of those times it was because she was the prosecution on a case Caroline was defending. Katherine was good, quick witted in the courtroom and Caroline had to admire the lengths the brunette went to in order to help her clients. She was a good match for Elijah that was for sure.

It was around midnight when Caroline tugged on Klaus' arm, one look at him told Klaus everything he needed to know. She smiled tiredly, her head falling onto his shoulder slightly. Klaus smiled then, wrapping an arm around her.

"Let's get you home, love." He suggested and Caroline nodded gratefully. It had been a hell of a day and her feet were killing her. She sent a quick text to Elijah to let him know they were leaving. He would have to stay until the party wrapped up as he was head of Mikaelson and Associates and Caroline guessed he would be staying with Katherine tonight anyway.

Klaus drove them back home, the house empty as he opened the door, flicking on the lights as he went. Caroline slipped her shoes off, a small moan escaping her as her feet hit the floor.

"You should get some sleep, Caroline. You look exhausted." Klaus said softly, shrugging off his jacket and tie.

Caroline smiled playfully, "Just what every girl wants to hear."

"You are always beautiful, sweetheart." Klaus replied.

"Thank you, for today." Caroline said suddenly, "I had a really great time."

"As did I." Klaus smirked, "I can't help feeling like this was a date."

Caroline laughed, "I guess it was. The question is was it date one or date two-hundred and something?"

"What do you mean?" Klaus asked, his brows furrowing together slightly.

"Is this us starting again or picking up where we left off?" Caroline asked him, Klaus could tell it had been bothering her for a while.

He sighed, "I guess it's both. I can't start over and pretend I don't love you until we find our way to that point again."

"I'm already there, Nik." She assured him, "I just… I don't know how to act around you sometimes. Do I play it safe and pretend we're starting over and take things slowly or am I meant to think none of that matters because we've already done it. I already know everything about you and you know everything about me." Caroline rambled.

Klaus walked over to her, running his hands up and down her arms in a manner of comfort, "This is me you're talking you. Just do what your heart is telling you, love. You set the pace here."

Caroline nodded mutely and smiled slightly, "I forgot you could do that."

"Do what?"

"Calm me down. Make sense out of the chaos I create." She smiled.

Klaus smirked, kissing her forehead softly before leading her upstairs, "What are you doing?" Caroline asked in confusion as they climbed the stairs together.

"I'm walking you to your room." Klaus replied as if the answer was obvious.

"Why?"

"On a date I would walk you to your door, Caroline. This is your door." Klaus explained as he came to stop outside her bedroom door, his old bedroom door.

She smiled following his thoughts, "Now what?"

"I kiss you on the cheek and say 'Goodnight.'" Klaus replied roughly, doing what he just said. He leaned down to kiss her cheek, his slight stubble grazing her skin as his soft lips planted a lingering kiss on her cheek. Caroline closed her eyes at the action, pulling him closer for a brief moment before Klaus pulled back.

"Goodnight, Caroline." He smiled warmly as he stepped back. He didn't wait for her replied as he turned round, heading for his own bedroom door.

Caroline's eyes were trained on his back, the muscles moving under his white shirt. She didn't know what she was doing as she called his name softly into the quiet hall, "Klaus?"

He spun round instantly, his eyes on hers, "Yes, love?"

"I don't want to say goodnight." She whispered softly, taking a breath.

"I'm so glad you said that." Klaus replied, walking over to her quickly, his lips landing on hers eagerly.

Caroline gasped into the kiss, her lips moulding and moving against his own feverishly. She couldn't explain this need, this desire she had for him. It was like something making her gravitate towards him. She bit down on his lower lip softly causing Klaus to open up to her, his tongue curling with her own. His hands were everywhere, wondering along her back and down to her waist while Caroline's were around his neck, clinging to his shoulders as they kissed.

Klaus kissed his way down her throat, his lips finding her pulse point. Caroline shivered as he kissed her, sucking her skin every so often. She had dreamt about this for five years, every dream and flashback and dirty thought, none of it was as euphoric as the real thing.

The next thing she knew Klaus had lifted her off the ground, Caroline's legs wrapping around his waist, causing her dress to hitch up along her thighs. She thought she heard a distinctive tear but ignored it, choosing instead to fist a hand into his dirty blonde curls. Klaus' mouth was hard and passionate against her own, an air of desperation in his movements like he didn't know how long it would be before she pulled away.

He was kissing her with everything he had; every scar, fear and vulnerability laid bare to her. Caroline just gripped him tighter, kissing him harder, a silent response that she wasn't going to destroy him. Klaus' back hit the door of her bedroom as he pushed his way through it, his lips never leaving hers for more than a few seconds.

Caroline heard the door slam behind them as Klaus pressed her up against her, his erection firm against her abdomen. Caroline could only whimper in response, every sensation was electric, every kiss was setting her on fire and she knew her panties were already ruined.

Klaus didn't seem to be fairing much better, his lips trailing down her exposed shoulder and collarbone, needing to feel her. Caroline gripped his hair tighter, her legs squeezing him slightly causing Klaus to groan.

"Caroline," he panted, his voice rough and dangerous, "You need to tell me to stop if you don't want this."

She didn't respond, her lips moving down to attack his neck and jaw line. Klaus' eyes rolled back as he held her up against to wall, one hand on her backside while the other was on her thigh. He growled at her actions, the hand on her thigh moving to brace himself against the wall.

"I'm serious, sweetheart. Tell me to stop now or I won't be able to."

Caroline stopped her assault on his neck then, her eyes were darken by lust as she looked at him. She brushed over his cheek with her hand softly as she smiled, "I don't want you to stop, Nik. I need you."

That was enough for Klaus, he fused their lips together again, pushing away from the wall. He managed to steer them over to the bed, the same bed they had made love in countless times before, before dropping Caroline onto it. She let out a small giggle as she bounced, her eyes on Klaus as he kicked off his shoes and socks. Caroline reached from him eagerly, tugging him back to her as he settled over her.

Her hands quickly pulled his shirt from his trousers, undoing the buttons torturously slowly, her fingers exploring every new piece of skin she covered. By the time she finished the last button and pushed the shirt off his shoulders Klaus was a mess, pressing firmly against her as his hand got lost in her hair, freeing it from the pins she had in.

His other hand was moving down her leg, finding the edge of her dress before hiking it upwards as his fingers trailed along her smooth skin. His hand worked under the fabric of her dress, sliding past her hip and up her back, pressing her body up to his. He rid her of her dress quickly, lifting it over her head before throwing it over the other side of the room, leaving her in her underwear before him.

"You are so beautiful." He murmured, his lips trailing across her flat stomach and rib cage. There were a few faint marks that were evidence of her being a mother yet they only added to her beauty in his eyes, a reminder that they would always be a family.

Caroline moaned softly as his moved back up, ridding her of her bra before his lips closed over a nipple. She writhed against him them, her legs running over his calves. Klaus swirled the bud into his mouth before doing the same with the other one, he could feel the heat from her panties and it wasn't helping his own arousal.

Her feet made quick work of his trousers and Klaus didn't even know when she managed to undo his zipper before she was pushing them off him. He got out of the material quickly before crawling back over her, his kisses focusing on her inner thighs this time. Caroline whimpered softly, her legs quivering as Klaus slid her panties down her legs, her body bare before him.

The first stroke of his tongue was enough for her to lose focus, her head thrown to the side in ecstasy as he tasted her. She forgot how good he was at that, how amazing it felt to wrap her legs round his shoulders while his tongue lavished her.

She wasn't going to last long though, too much time had passed and she needed him like oxygen.

"Klaus." She breathed out as he sucked at her clit, "I want you inside me."

His eyes were dark as he looked up at her, the loss of friction to her burning core was almost painful, "You have no idea what you're doing to me, Caroline." He said gruffly, ridding himself of his boxers before joining his lips to hers, this kiss was all tongues and bruising.

He cut the kiss off abruptly, "Do you have…"

"I'm on the pill." She smiled, one hand using his necklaces to pull him back to her.

He entered her slowly, both gasping at the sensation of him filling her as her walls fluttered around him. Klaus moved slowly at first, Caroline's legs locked around his waist as she met him thrust for thrust.

"I love you." She said softly, the words tumbling from her lips with ease.

Klaus smiled, one of his hands reaching to tangle with one of hers, "I love you too." He replied, kissing her gently as he moved inside her.

Their climax came fast as their pleasure built, Klaus' thrusting increasing, pushing into Caroline harder and faster, the blonde was writhing underneath him, her hands scratching along his back as Klaus nipped at her neck.

They fell over the edge together, their names spilling from each other's lips like a declaration, an unspoken promise of home and love.

When Klaus pulled out of her, pulling Caroline into his arms she smiled. Caroline curled up against him, listening to his heart beat wildly.

She had her family back, her home back and her heart back.

"I feel like you're going to vanish if I close my eyes." She admitted softly, her worries voicing themselves in the darkness of the bedroom.

Klaus responded by placing a feather light kiss on her shoulder, the hand on her hip tightening.

"I'm right here, love. I'll always be right here." He promised as he held her.

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Stefan groaned as he pulled his hood up to shield himself from the rain, he was only a block away from the motel he was staying at while he was in Chicago when the rain pelleted down around him. His thin jacket did little to protect him as rain splattered onto his clothes, seeping through the fabric to his skin.

If he was a superstitious man he would have taken it as a bad sign to him being in Chicago yet he knew the minute Klaus' number flashed up on his phone screen he would be back. Klaus had saved his life once, when he was nothing more than an addict with a violent side. It was Klaus who dusted him off and gave him a chance. People called him the Ripper back in Montreal and Stefan had to laugh at how gruesome the stories made him sound. He was like Klaus, a man with a dark past that was capable of doing terrible things to people, but the newspapers loved their serial killers.

In all honesty Stefan was more of a hit man that anything else, he was hired to do a job and so he'd do it. The money he got from the job was normally enough to keep him out of trouble for a few months until he felt the longing to do it again. It was like a game, a challenge. How close to the police get? The feeling of adrenaline coursed through his system.

It all started after he killed his father, the blood was everywhere as the shot rang out. Damon knew, he even tried to help Stefan and for a while it worked. Stefan clung to his brother, the last piece of his broken family and when he met Elena Gilbert life got better.

Then he found her in bed with his brother and suddenly ripper Stefan needed a fix. That was the last time he saw Damon, he was getting Stefan off a few assault charges and to thank him Stefan walked right out of his life.

At least, he thought he had.

His face was unreadable as he approached the steps to his motel, his eyes trained on Damon who was standing by the entrance with a black umbrella in his hand.

"I heard you were back in town." Damon said, his eyes hard as he stared at his little brother.

Stefan sighed, "I'll sent a postcode next time. I'm just passing through."

"You shouldn't be here, Stef. Police are still looking for you in regards to that girl's death back in Virginia." Damon replied as Stefan came to stand opposite him, his face stoic.

"You don't get to tell me what to do, Damon." He chuckled without humour, "You lost that right when you screwed my girlfriend."

"Hey!" Damon's voice boomed, "I stood by you, I covered for you when you killed our father. I even pulled a few strings to get you out of those charges a few years back. You don't get to throw Elena back in my face."

Stefan shook his head, "You don't get to act like the caring big brother. You hate me, Damon, as much as I hate you so let's just stay out of each other's way until I leave town."

Damon let Stefan push passed him, his eyes narrowing. "Fine." He spit out, walking out into the rain once more. He was on the bottom step when he turned to face Stefan again, "She left me too, Stefan. Elena screwed us both over."

Stefan stopped in the doorway but didn't turn around, "Then I guess we are both idiots." He mused before shutting the door behind him.

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