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"Are you jealous, Caroline?"

Klaus is standing a few feet from her. Her back is turned and she's glad it is. Her face must look ridiculous, she thought.

How had this happened?

She had given into curiosity, coming to see Klaus during a break in the semester. Somewhere inside she knew she was going because she missed him. She didn't have anything holding her back, and yet she still insisted to herself it was simply because she'd never seen New Orleans. Losing Bonnie, starting college, starting adulthood. It was a lot and she just needed space away.

She had knocked on the door only to be met with a face she didn't ever care to see again. One she had assumed Klaus had disposed of months ago. Instantly enraged, she rushed forward, grabbing the wolf by her throat and lifted her off her feet. The nerve of this creature, turning up in a place she was expecting to feel safe in. A place she would be welcomed by the man she knew would be waiting for her.

As Hayley struggled and gasped for air against her grasp, Caroline felt a strange bump against her arm where her stomach was. Looking down, her breath caught in her chest. The Were-bitch was…pregnant?!

Her face turned from anger to confusion while her mind raced trying to figure out why the hell she'd be at Klaus's door, and pregnant to boot.

She had faintly registered that Klaus had come into the room just then shouting about God knows what, then went silent as he stepped into the room and took in the scene in front of him. Her mind was still racing as she looked to his face. To that all too familiar look she had grown to unconsciously love. He looked at her like she was everything. Like she were the most precious, beautiful and sacred being on earth.

Caroline then, for the sake of the child she was carrying, lowered Hayley to the floor. She never stopped looking into Klaus's eyes, she knew he would have some reason to have her here, surely.

Klaus stepped towards them, never taking his eyes off Caroline, "Hayley, why don't you go and find someplace to busy yourself."

Caroline watched Hayley go after she had recovered a bit, coughing a bit too dramatically frankly. The She-Wolf shot her a pouty look as she held her neck and slunk away, out the open front door.

She looked back at him then. She could deny it all she wanted while she was away from him. But standing in front of this man, this one thousand year old immortal, who's lived more than she could fathom. Someone she never intended to bond with. To think this person could care for her, was something she still had trouble wrapping her head around.

It would be so much less complicated to say he didn't move her. But how could she not be moved when with just one glance he could say what a hundred kisses from other guys could never say.

After Caroline demanded to know what the hell she was doing there, Klaus explained the situation to her. The utter confusion of how this could be possible was overwhelming. Then the hurt and anger started to bubble up from her stomach, and it was something she could not explain. She wasn't in a relationship with him, so why did this hurt so badly?

"Caroline. Are you jealous?"

His voice sounds again, close, shaking her out of her daze.

He is right behind her now, having vamp sped to her. Her hair billowing and swirling as the air settles around them from his quick movement towards her; She feels his breath on her neck through her hair making her shiver. He is so close, his familiar intensity making her mind turn to mush, emotions clouding her thoughts.

How many times would he ask her, didn't he realize she didn't have an answer for him?!

Suddenly, Caroline has had enough, she is way too charged. She turns around, pushing him into the nearest wall. It took him off guard, never having seen her take charge physically.

He looks into her eyes, marveling at this new side of Caroline he has never witnessed only imagined.

"Should I be? How many times did you have her? Or did it take with just the once? Have you had her here for you, ready to bed anytime you had an itch?"

He sees a heavily masked hurt in her eyes, though her voice is steady and angry. If he didn't know her as well as he did, he wouldn't have noticed it.

She scoffs at his stunned silence, then lets him go and turns away. Before she could, he grabs her wrist gently before she could turn her back to him. A dead silence takes hold between them. She just wants to run out of there, she's starting to regret ever having come.

"Caroline. If I could take back one thing I've done in my 1000 years, it would be this."

He says it quietly and with such tender sincerity. It makes her believe it is the truth, but it doesn't change that it happened. Still, it makes her anger dissipate a bit.

"Don't say that. There's a child involved now," She says it in a whisper, not able to bring herself to look into his intense blue eyes.

He takes her hair, brushing it over her shoulder as she turns to face him.

"Caroline, I-" Klaus begins, but is cut off by a sudden intrusion, the front door swings open with a bang.

Caroline jumps at the loud sound, knocking them both out of their quiet, but heated moment. She looks to the interruption and sees an admittedly handsome stranger confidently walk in, an entourage in tow. A shift happens in Klaus as soon as he sees the visitor. She immediately picks up that while this guy seems in Klaus's good graces enough to be able to just walk into his home, there is definitely something going on beneath the surface. She sees him instantly switch to tense and defensive. He immediately takes a subtle but protective stance in front of her.

"KLAUS, my blood brother, you've been so quiet the last few days. I thought I'd come to see what you've been up to- ah." The handsome stranger stops as he sees her standing behind Klaus's strong form. "But it seems you've perhaps been busy... Entertaining some company, I see."

"Yes," Klaus begins casually, "It has been a tad boring and quiet 'round here. I must admit I did pick up some company to ease my boredom. Found a few vamps here and there, for some fun, this one will be leaving soon." Klaus says casually as he gestures towards Caroline.

"I see," Marcel says as his eyes rake over her body, and as his feet walk over to shake hands with her, clasping her hand in both of his. "I'm Marcel, and I thought I knew all the vamps in my town. I suppose Klaus has been keeping you hidden from me."

Marcel is laying out all the charm, and she knows exactly what he is doing. He is fishing and gauging Klaus's reaction. For some reason Klaus doesn't want this guy knowing anything about her and she has no problem playing along. They look like two alphas fighting for dominance, and the last thing she wants is to be in the middle. If Klaus wants her to play someone of no importance, she could do that. She trusts him enough to know he must have a reason.

"Well, don't give him all the credit, I'm just passing through, and I take pride in my... stealthiness. I like to stay out of trouble." She says, surprised at how easily it comes out of her. Maybe she is getting better at this lying thing.

"HA! I like this girl, but really if you want to stay out of trouble, my dear, Klaus is not the one you want to be hanging around. Trouble seems to follow him everywhere".

Marcel looks at Klaus now, they seem to be having a heated silent conversation. There's definitely rich history here, but she's not sure she wants to know it.

Klaus laughs a little too heartily, "Well I'm sure you'd love to teach her all about avoiding trouble, but I'm afraid your way of causing trouble for others to lessen your own isn't something she's interested in."

Klaus moves to Caroline, pulling her closer to him, laying an arm around her shoulders, putting more space between her and Marcel.

"You seem supremely protective over just some random vamp," Marcel says as he looks at Klaus, then over at Caroline, his eyes again raking over her.

Seriously? It's like this guy has a death wish.

Something about him makes her shiver, and not in a good way. Even though his features were becoming and friendly, there is something menacing about him. It reminds her of Klaus when she first met him. Back when she was actually scared of him. It seems like ancient history now.

She finds herself wanting his departure more and more, and luckily she doesn't have to wait long.

Just then a young vamp in his entourage ends a call and comes over to whisper in Marcel's ear. Speaking in some kind of code she couldn't understand. Makes sense though, always being surrounded by other vamps they would have to take measures to keep some things secret.

"I'm sorry to be leaving your company, but I'm afraid there's a matter that requires my immediate attention." Marcel sighs, as if giving some regretful news. All for show of course, he knows damn well they are happy he is leaving.

"Again, lovely to meet you, Caroline. I hope to cross paths with you again in the future." His voice is husky and dripping with double meaning. Giving a nod to Klaus, he leaves with his sycophants following close behind.

They are alone again. The only sounds now are the ticking of an antique clock. Caroline moves over to one of his massive couches to lean against the arm of it, finally able to relax a bit.

Klaus finally turns, sure they are now out of hearing range, and looks at her. "You did well. As you may have picked up, he's not someone I want knowing about you."

"I can't imagine why. I don't know how much I can mean to you when you don't even tell me when something big happens to you. I mean, we're friends now, Klaus. Shouldn't you be able to tell me these things?! When you came to see me at graduation you must have known by then."

She has to admit, she is even miffed about the simple fact of being out of the loop. Again surprised at her own reactions to this, why did she care so much?

"I know this is a strange situation I'm in currently. I would be lying if I said I wasn't ashamed of getting entangled in something so ridiculous," he confesses, he knows he has to tell her what is in his head. "I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to think less of me then you already do."

Caroline understands a little more. She knows what it's like to hide something from someone you care about for fear of what they will think. Fear of the change in how they see you. The slight disappointment in their eyes when they look at you.

She looks at him differently, as she begins to consciously realize how similar they really are. Feeling the truth of his words to her that night months ago. "We're the same, Caroline."

He sees the change in her demeanor and knows he has gotten through to her. Honesty is always something that bonds them. Something he is not used to. He spent his life lying to everyone, especially to the people he was closest to. He would lie to protect himself, and he forgot what honesty felt like. Still, he yearned for it.

"Maybe I underestimated you though," he says almost to himself. "I should stop doing that, shouldn't I?" He stops, and moves closer to her, almost in a daze. "But you are so young and have barely lived," he says softly as he reaches for her face tentatively, wanting so desperately to feel her perfect skin.

He lightly touches her jawline with his fingertips.

"You are so young," he says, his voice barely a whisper

As much as he is enraptured in her in this moment, she is as enthralled in his worship of her. She feels as if she can't move, time is frozen, with his touch having a much bigger impact than he could ever hope to have over her.

Suddenly breaking out of his daze, he pulls away with a sigh, his hand dropping to his side as it clenches trying to keep the warmth of touching her for a little longer. Not that her skin, being a vampire had physical warmth, but to him she represents everything that is light and life. Every time he touches her, he feels that life coursing through him like lightening.

He begins to step away from her, when...

"Wait," she says.

He freezes and turns to face her again. His eyes lit with curiousity and the tiniest hint of hope.

She stands up so they are standing face to face, an inch between them. She feels his breath on her face, her eyes travel from his eyes to his lips. Both begin to breathe heavily, the close proximity doing nothing to clear her head.

He knows the timing is wrong, he knows he should wait until his life is less complicated, but she's right here. Now. And he must have her as much as she will allow. The slightest hesitation would deter him but he finds none. Only sweet acceptance in her face.

He moves his lips closer to her face, slowly he grazes them across her left temple, over her eyebrow. He looks to her face, her eyes are closed taking the sensations in. Her mouth is open breathing deeper, chest heaving more heavily with every second.

He closes his eyes as he kisses her cheekbone painfully slowly, moving down to her cheek, then pulls away to look into her eyes again. Searching for any hesitation, still finding none he tilts her face up to his. Their lips meeting in sync, perfect harmony, fitting to each other's. The feeling is immeasurable, both of them softly moaning on contact. They kissed like they already had memorized each others movements, both deepening the kiss together, tongues moving in sync, entwining with need.

Their arms wrap around each other, their lips break apart only to met again, passionately without reserve, the heat from a hundred moments they had shared before this, went into every moment of their mingling bodies. She is shoved against the huge arm of the couch, lowering a bit as one of his legs goes between hers.

Her hands wrap around his neck, diving into his curls, something she'd done many, many times in her head. His hands finding her bare thighs, he emits a deep growl as his 'thank you' to her for wearing a dress. He slides his left hand under her thigh and around, grabbing her cheek, squeezing. Eliciting an approving moan from her. His other hand was in her bountiful curls, strands of hair wrapping around his fingers as he grabbed more desperately to her.

But she just isn't in the right position, suddenly he grabs her and rushes them both to the closest wall, pinning her there and setting her bottom on a narrow side table. Its the perfect spot as he expected. His hardened length wrapped in his rough jeans, push and rub against her sensitive center in the most devious way. He began grinding against her on instinct, pumping her, teasing, and driving both of them even more insane with desire. He moves to her neck then, kissing and gently biting at her smooth irresistible skin. The table banges against the wall with his thrusts, moans and gasps filled the quiet afternoon air.

His mouth runs down her neck, down her collarbone, leaving passionate kisses everywhere he can. His arm wrapping around her waist as his hand pushes the top of her dress down, exposing her bare porcelain chest. He stops for as long as he can to marvel at her, then moves down and kisses the tops of her breasts that are overflowing from her dainty bra.

Her hands slip under the hem of his dark green henley, her palms flattening against his skin, then running her nails up his back then back down. Her fingers find their way to the top of his black jeans, grazing the skin on his lower back, before confidently sliding her fingers in a few inches, following the edge around to the front. Driving Klaus absolutely nuts, as he grabs her face again, devouring her.

She wants him so badly it begins to hurt, she is aching for him. More than she's ever ached for anyone before. She's not sure what this is, or why she's affected by him so much. Why her body would seemingly betray her, craving someone so badly that any argument against being with him seems completely insignificant.

Then a light goes off in her head. And she feels the words in her head like being spoken from someone else.

"Not now. Not yet."

Her eyes fly open and something gives her the strength to stop. She pushes Klaus's shoulders away from her gently and looks into his eyes. Her hand moves to his cheek, caressing his stubbled face, trying to ease his disappointment.

He understands, as he closes his eyes in resignation, and lays his head against her chest. Burying his face into her, sighing heavily, gaining control. He knew. He knew it wasn't the time, and he needed to get this right. He had to do right by her. She is his queen after all. His soulmate if ever he deserved to have such a thing. They would get their time, when it was right. If he had her now, he knew he would never be able to let her go.

She had things to do before she could come to him. And he needed to sort himself out first.

That didn't stop Caroline from allowing him to show her the city that meant so much to him. She still wanted to see it, to experience it, and she wanted his company.

They walked through the city together, spending most of their time in the French Quarter. Traveling side by side as the sun went down over the beautiful historical buildings, the sunset giving everything a magical golden quality.

Between her questions and Klaus's commentary on the town's history and his part in it, they would have quiet moments. In them, both would sneak sideways glances at each other when the other wasn't looking. Every so often also catching glimpses of Marcel's spies lurking around corners and in shadows. Confirming the danger of her presence there. She is his weakness, as well as his strength. He can't afford to lose her.

Of course, Klaus didn't let her leave without a final enticing, passionate, lingering and surprisingly tender kiss goodbye. He needed to make sure she knew what she would be missing. He was, as he proclaimed, willing to wait for her for as long as she needed. He'd wait forever, but that didn't mean it was going to be easy.

She went back to her life, and went day by day unable to shake this unrelenting longing that something was missing from her life. Or rather someone. As though he were haunting her, she still felt the memory of his soft lips on hers.

He would think of her every time he did something moral or honorable. It would lessen how much he missed her thinking she would approve of what he was becoming. He would imagine her face, beaming with love and admiration towards him. He would look for her face in crowded streets and wish for her form to lie beside his at night. He almost couldn't believe how lovesick he really was, what a fool he's become.

But before too long, when its right. When she is ready, she finds her way back to him. Coming again, unannounced to his doorstep.

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