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THREE MONTHS LATER

"Did you get quotes from the Mayor's office on the City Hall bomb threat?" Caroline asked, twirling a blonde curl around her right pointer finger.

The woman on the other end of the phone hesitated, before responding in a somewhat trembling voice.

"Um, no ma'am. The secretary wouldn't patch me through."

She sighed, rolling her eyes to the back. "Davina, if you are going to be a reporter, you need to learn that there are other ways to getting to the Mayor other than the secretary."

"Like what?"

"Have you tried going to his office? Maybe seeking out a fellow journalist from another paper? You know when I first started out, I had issues with getting quotes too," Caroline suggested, doodling on a blank page in her trusty notebook.

"I tried, but Kai Parker is literally the devil. He's the reason I couldn't get the quotes in the first place," the woman complained, irritation bleeding through her tone.

A smile tugged at Caroline's lips. Davina's complaints sounded a lot like hers when she first started out, reminding her of the trouble she had with interviews in the past with Klaus. This time, Davina was her and Kai Parker took the part of Klaus.

"I think you should try reaching out to Kai," she said lightly.

"Like he would help me," Davina scoffed through the phone. "He is the worst."

"Just try reaching out to him one more time," Caroline proposed. "If not, then we can try another method."

The young woman sighed, her breath causing a static noise through the phone. "Okay boss, will do."

"Great!" Caroline smiled. "I'll see you in the office tomorrow."

Davina echoed her sentiments before hanging up. Smiling satisfactorily at her notepad, Caroline put her pen down and cracked her knuckles with a sigh. There was a soft knock at her door, and Katherine poked her head in.

"Got a second?"

She waved her in, shutting her notebook and pushing it to the side. "Of course."

The brunette flounced in the room, dropping unceremoniously into her usual chair.

"So how is Madame Editor?"

Caroline grinned. "Fabulous," she replied, leaning back in her chair. "I know I've been the chief editor for nearly two months now, and I can never hear that enough."

"Someone has a big head," Katherine teased with a wink.

Caroline just raised her eyebrows, offering her a jaunty smile. When Caroline applied for Jenna's position, she'd been hired on the spot. Alaric ended up leaving the paper for a position at the Chicago Tribune, putting the Herald-Star completely in her hands. At first, she was completely terrified, but through a few pep talks from Katherine and Klaus, she was managing it just fine.

Things were absolutely insane at the beginning, transitioning from Opinion editor to Chief Editor, Caroline finding that she had a whole lot more responsibilities than expected. She decided to keep her old office for sentimental reason, not bothering to move into Jenna's office, turning that into a break room for her employees. For about half a minute, she was commiserating with Jenna's attitude towards the more incompetent employees the paper had, but once she got into a good groove with her employees, things were starting to slow down.

"How was your night?" Caroline asked, leaning back into her chair.

Katherine shrugged, a secret smile playing at her lips. Caroline arched her brows, noting the way Katherine's fingers were squeezing each other, almost in a death grip. Elijah and her were still going strong, at nearly a full six months of dating. They were a good balance for each other, him calming her down, and her helping him come out of his shell.

"It was good," she replied lightly, casting a look down at the ground.

Caroline leaned forward, propping her chin up on her fist. "You look nervous."

The brunette scoffed. "I don't get nervous."

Narrowing her eyes at Katherine, she pursed her lips as she studied her best friend. She wasn't quite meeting Caroline's gaze, preferring to stare over the blonde's shoulder at her window.

"Oh my God," Caroline gasped. "Something happened last night."

"Well, if you meant "getting laid" by that," Katherine smirked. "Then yes, something did happen."

She shook her head, feigning disgust by wrinkling her nose.

"No, I meant something important happened," Caroline said, looking at her pointedly. "Spill."

The brunette scoffed again, rolling her eyes. Caroline just continued to stare at her, not lifting her knowing look from her face.

Katherine exhaled loudly, throwing her head back. "Fine! He asked me to move in with him."

"Oh my God!" Caroline shrieked, completely forgetting that she was at work. "Congratulations!"

Katherine was clearly trying to hide how thrilled she was, but a huge grin broke out across her face. "Thanks."

"I knew he would," Caroline said smugly. "Klaus said that Elijah had been hinting at it when he helped him look for an apartment closer to the museum a few weeks ago."

Katherine just smiled, her cheeks tingeing pink, as she very uncharacteristically looked shy for a minute. Caroline watched her wistfully, inwardly wishing that things with her and Klaus would have worked out as easily as Katherine and Elijah did.

The past three months had been hard on them, mostly because of work. Both found themselves extremely busy within a few days after their last discussion in her office, Klaus starting his new job at the museum, and Caroline transitioning to Chief Editor.

She didn't have the time to put her whole heart into something other than work for the past few months, seeing her personal life become a distant whisper. Unless a guy had a newspaper article or press conference notes, Caroline barely noticed anybody outside her staff. She and Klaus did make an attempt to talk at least a few times a week, but it was common for him to call her and her finally return it nearly 24 hours later.

As much as she missed Klaus, she still treasured their friendship. It was one thing to have him, but to not really have him. Seeing him was hard, and when they parted, it was even harder.

Tyler wasn't even on her radar anymore, his relationship with Elena Salvatore, well Gilbert now, seemingly taking off. After the night at her apartment, Caroline had finally taken the time to completely cleanse her apartment from her relationship with him. She found pictures, old mementos from their five year relationship and unceremoniously burned them with the encouragement of Katherine. Klaus told her that Rebekah and Enzo had gotten engaged a few weeks ago, and that the engagement party was next week, which he and Caroline decided to go together.

As friends.

She and Klaus had been "just friends" for the past three months. It made her sympathize with what Klaus might had felt when she was Tyler, except instead of them dating each other, they were both married to their jobs. Things were starting to slow down at work, and she finally found her groove. Klaus had mentioned things at the museum were finally settling down.

She missed him.

And she loved him, fully and completely.

"You're thinking about him aren't you?" Katherine asked, giving her a sympathetic look.

Caroline shrugged, glancing down at the ground. "That's impossible. I see him like every other week."

"Okay, so you don't miss him. But you miss him," Katherine corrected.

She looked at her questioningly. "There's a difference," Katherine supplied.

Caroline sighed. "It doesn't matter. Nothing can change right now."

"Why not?"

"Because," Caroline began, "I'm ready, but I'm scared. What if I can't balance this huge work responsibility and a relationship?"

"It never stopped you before," Katherine cocked her head to the side.

She shrugged. "It's different now. I'm in charge of this whole business now. There was a reason Jenna was technically single."

"Jenna was also a bitch," Katherine cut in.

Caroline snorted, but shook her head.

"He misses you too, you know," Katherine interrupted, offering her a small smile. "Elijah says he's utterly miserable every time you leave each other."

Caroline let out a defeated sigh, knowing exactly how he feels.

"What is stopping you guys this time?" Katherine asked, being uncharacteristically serious. "Work has slowed down, you're over Tyler, neither of you have even looked at another person for the past few months."

She pursed her lips, forehead creasing in deep thought. She went through all the excuses that they had used for the past three months, not finding a viable option. Work was no longer an issue, both of them finally getting into their normal routines, and finally starting to have a decent amount of time to talk and hang out.

Tyler was so far in her rearview mirror, that he seemed like a distant memory.

And she wanted Klaus.

"Nothing," she muttered, shaking her head. "Nothing at all."

"Then go get him," the brunette egged her on. "Because, quite frankly I'm tired of the sad puppy dog eyes you have when he's mentioned-"

"I do not have sad puppy dog eyes!" Caroline shrilled.

"Bull. Shit."

Caroline glared at Katherine, the brunette brushing it off with a tilt of her mouth.

"Go get him, Care," Katherine repeated, a wicked grin forming on her lips. "Before I start coming up with inappropriate reasons that you two need to be together, such as you two need to f-"

"Okay, okay," Caroline cut in.

Chewing on her bottom lip, she looked at her phone, glowing from a text message from Klaus, asking her lunch. As cheesy as it felt, Caroline saw it as a sign.

Katherine was right.

"You're right," she mumbled, twisting her phone in her trembling fingers. "I'm going to get him."

"That's the spirit!" Katherine cheered, clapping her hands in an uncharacteristically peppy way.

"I need you to check over today's deadlines for me," Caroline ordered, the brunette nodding, almost boredly.

"Yes, yes," she waved her off lazily. "Now go see him."

Feeling a stab of anxiety in her gut, Caroline tapped out a message to Klaus, stating that she'd meet him at the museum. Gathering up her stuff with shaking hands, she called Anna, letting her know that she wouldn't be back for the day.

"How do I look?" she asked, running her hands down her flushing cheeks.

Katherine's face twisted in a proud, genuine smile. "Like you're in love."

Caroline offered her a roll of the eyes, but chuckled a little at Katherine's excited squeal.

"Knock him dead! And use a condom!"

It didn't take very long for her to make it across town to the museum. Flashing her trusty press pass at the gate, she was escorted by one of the guards to Klaus' section of the museum. Apparently, working at the museum meant that there was a list of people that were able to visit with ease once put on a visitor's list. Other than his family and Enzo, Caroline was one of his personal guests.

Sucking in a low breath, Caroline spotted his figure in the distance. Devastatingly handsome as always, he was standing in the middle of the mostly empty room. She found herself behind him, watching as he stared at a painting. She'd been in this part of the museum only a few times, but noticed that the painting he was standing under was new.

It was mostly all dark colors, a bridge painted on a night landscape. The brushstrokes were tediously painted, with streaks of yellow, dark gold, and white coming from the side, casting a bright moonlight on the bridge.

It was beautiful.

Almost as if he could sense her standing behind him, Klaus whirled around, his lips curling into a smirk.

"Hello, Caroline."

Briefly closing her eyes, she allowed his voice to wafer over her like a caress. He watched her amusedly, used to her adorable quirks.

"Nice bridge," she quipped, annoyed at the way her cheeks reddened at the smile on his face.

"Now is my work really that literal?" he teased, walking over to stand by her.

Her mouth fell open. "Wait, this is yours?"

He smiled bashfully, nodding. Letting out surprised exhale, Caroline walked closer to the painting to inspect it. He followed behind her, albeit a little nervously. Looking at the beautiful canvas, she was particularly drawn to the way Klaus had incorporated the light and dark themes. It was raw, full of passion, and something else that she couldn't figure out.

"What do you think?" he asked apprehensively.

"I love it," she whispered. "It's beautiful."

His face broke out into a captivating smile, absolutely stealing her breath away.

"What inspired you?" she managed to get out, clearing her throat.

Klaus side-eyed her anxiously, licking his bottom lip as he hesitated. She turned to him, arching her brow at him questioningly. He sighed, shrugging his shoulders defeatedly.

"You."

She found herself at a loss for words again, her head spinning with his confession. Her heart nearly burst, the words spreading a warmth throughout her body that she felt all the way down to her toes.

Now she understood the other feeling that was captured in the painting.

Hope.

"Wha-What?" she stuttered, snapping her head back at the painting

Not meeting her eyes, Klaus walked back over to the painting. She followed him numbly, walking on weak legs.

"The dark implies my past, the dark part of my life," he spoke quietly, moving his talented hand across the painting as he indicated the design. "The issues with Ansel, my family."

Nodding, she bit her lips as he looked contemplatively at the canvas.

"And then I met you," his tone changed. "My little spitfire with more talent for writing in her pinky than I had in my whole body."

Blushing, she punched him in the shoulder. "Flattery will get you nowhere."

Grinning impishly, he turned to look at her, their blue eyes locking on one another's. Oxygen left her once more, and she wet her dry lips, suddenly nervous.

"I've told you before that you were the light to the dark world," he murmured, his jaw clenching nervously.

"But what I also meant was that you're my light," he confessed, his body seemingly drooping as the weight of his confession was lifted off him.

Tears filled her eyes at his words, and her throat was clogged with emotion.

"And I love you," he said, blinking furiously.

If he kept confessing anymore jaw-dropping revelations, Caroline was positive that she would have to be carried off in a stretcher.

"I-I love you too," she whispered, watching the way his eyes light up at her words.

She smiled stupidly at his expression, twiddling her fingers as she ducked her head shyly.

"I'm a right arse for letting you go," he said, twisting a finger through one of her blonde curls.

Caroline bit her lip. "I'm glad you did."

His eyes widened, and he dropped his hand from her face like it burned.

She sighed, shrugging. "As much as I didn't want to admit it, I wasn't ready for a relationship all those months ago. There was too much I needed to experience on my own, for me. This job, being single, finding myself," she continued.

Klaus watched her hesitantly, licking his bottom lip.

"I needed to learn to believe in myself," she said quietly. "I know I always act like I'm as confident as you make me out to be, but it's always been a battle for me."

He narrowed his eyes. "You're amazing, Caroline."

She rolled her eyes, smiling. "I know."

Klaus laughed, his eyes sparkling.

"I'm glad we didn't dive into a relationship then," Caroline shrugged. "I never knew how much I feared ending up like Jenna, being cold, and bitter."

"You are worlds away from her," he interjected.

I know that now. I have something that she never had," Caroline said, worrying her bottom lip with her teeth. "Something to love."

Klaus sucked in a low breath, his ears never tiring of hearing that.

"What I'm trying to say is that I love you, completely," she confessed. "I want to be with you, and I know you want me too," she finished, breathing hard.

He yanked her into his arms, melding their lips together. She gasped, forgetting how warm and soft his lips felt against hers. His kiss stole her breath, dizzying her as she pulled him closer by wrapping her arms around his neck. His lips conquered hers, sending waves of electricity down her spine. She traced the seam of his lips with her tongue, sighing happily into his mouth.

Her tongue delved into his mouth, seeking his. It languorously explored his mouth, Klaus' hands tightening on her waist as he nipped her at bottom lip. Swallowing a moan, she threaded her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. He pressed one last kiss to her lips, breaking apart for air.

A silly grin bloomed on her face, a similar one creeping across his. Giggling happily at the small look of astonishment in his eyes, she wrapped her arms around him tightly.

"Does this mean that I get to call you my boyfriend now?" she asked.

He rubbed his nose against her cheek, nuzzling it. "As long as I get to call you my girlfriend."

"Being just friends was exhausting," she moaned, stepping back and lacing her fingers with his.

"I should have known better, love," Klaus mused, swooping in to kiss her cheek because now he finally could. "We could never be just friends."

"Never," Caroline echoed, tugging him closer.

He came with dimpled smile, his eyes sparkling in a way she'd never seen before.

"One more request," she mumbled, kissing him again.

"Hmm?" he hummed against her lips.

"Call me "love" again," she whispered.

He chuckled into her ear, the sound settling in her belly. Goosebumps rose up on her skin and she held back a smile.

"Anything you want, love."

Two Years Later

Sighing softly, Caroline wrapped her fingers around the hair on Klaus' head, tugging gently at his curls. He kissed her stomach in response, tickling her with the stubble on his chin. She giggled, pulling at his hair, bringing his head to where it was level with hers.

"Morning," she mumbled, pressing a kiss to his amused pout.

He hummed a greeting, moving his lips to her jaw, trailing kisses down her neck. She sighed contentedly, moving her head to the side to allow him better access. Nibbling at her collar bone, Klaus soothed the sting with his tongue. She shifted on the bed, rolling her hips to meet his as he ground himself on her.

"Someone is happy this morning," she mused, reaching down between them to grip him through his boxers.

Grunting against the soft skin of her neck, Klaus' hips jerked as she dipped a coy hand under the band of his boxers. Tracing the tip of his erection with her fingernail, Caroline smirked at the way his hands trembled against her belly.

To distract himself from her amazing ministrations, Klaus turned his attention on to her breasts. He tugged at her tank top, kissing the top of her cleavage teasingly. Dipping his tongue between the valley of her breasts, Klaus tweaked a nipple through her shirt, drawing out a low moan from Caroline.

He pulled up her tank top, stripping her of it quickly. Almost immediately, she returned her hand back to his erection, continuing to slowly jack him off. He turned his attention from her hand back to her plump, perky breasts. Engulfing a nipple with his warm, talented mouth, Klaus teased her breasts, biting, licking, and sucking the soft skin until she was shivering with desire in his arms.

Her strokes on his cock increased, her hips continuing to roll against his. Her core throbbed with desire, each delicious ministration he was doing to her chest sending blood rushing down to the apex of her thighs. Each nerve in her body was sensitive to the touch, his lips burning against her skin in the most pleasurable way.

"I need you," she moaned, her hands grappling for his boxers.

Klaus reached for her sleep shorts, nearly tearing them away from her. He bit back a moan, noticing her lack of underwear under her shorts.

"You little minx," he mumbled against her skin, his voice low and rumbling.

With a quick yank, Caroline managed to get Klaus's boxers down to his thighs. She parted her legs, wrapping them around his waist as he plunged into her. He muffled her mouth with his lips, swirling his tongue around hers. Her hips met his, rocking against them gently as he buried himself to the hilt.

He fit inside her perfectly, filling her up to where she felt complete in every single way. Each thrust of his was like a rocket to the tension in her lower belly, dragging her in deeper and deeper. He continued to pump into her slowly, almost lazily. Content to let her orgasm drag out, Caroline sucked in a low breath when he hit a particularly sensitive spot inside her.

This was bliss.

She got to wake up every morning in the arms of the sexiest man alive, be tenderly ravished by him nearly every day, and go to bed the happiest girl in the world. Being with Klaus was like being on vacation. It was fun, exciting, something new to discover almost every day.

Caroline never felt as complete as she did with him, like she'd never get tired of the way that he could set her skin on fire with a brush of his lips. The way her heart flips whenever he sends her that slow, lazy grin of his made her want to do whatever she could to get him to do it again.

He brushed a kiss across her cheek, thrusting particularly harder into her. She gasped, gripping his shoulders as his pace quickened. Repositioning her leg, Klaus leant against his shoulder which allowed him to thrust into her deeper.

She let out a strangled moan, rocking her hips to meet his as she felt her climax near. Each pump tightened the tension in her lower belly, all the nerve endings coiling tighter and tighter. Sensing her impending release, Klaus reached down between them and flicked a thumbnail over her clit, sending her screaming over the edge.

Her walls fluttered around his cock, clenching so tightly that his own release was triggered. His hips jerked out of rhythm, spilling into her. Their hips continued to lazily roll against each others, riding out all the pleasurable shocks of their orgasms.

Klaus dropped next to her on the bed, pulling her over to where she was lying comfortable, curled into his side.

"Love you," she yawned, snuggling under her arm.

Klaus chuckled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I love you too."

"Did you get the paper yet this morning?"

It was Saturday, one of the days that both of them made sure that they took off. With both of them being their own bosses, they tried to make sure that their weekends were spent together, not off at work when it could easily be handled by someone else for a day or two.

"I did," he replied, reaching over and grabbing it off the bedside table. "Very interesting story on page 7."

She grinned, ripping it from him as she opened it up to the page mentioned.

"That's a good picture of us, don't you think?"

"Well, sweetheart, after the three hour long session with Katerina, I think that one is one of the best," Klaus sighed, playfully tapping at the picture.

She rolled her eyes, but smiled brilliantly at the picture. It was a standard engagement picture, Caroline and Klaus both wrapped in each other's arms, smiling at the camera with her ring on display.

But it was the little things that Caroline saw that made her love it so much. The way her smile was a little too bright because he couldn't stop tickling her when Katherine was taking the picture, or how Klaus' eyes were a little too wide because she was swearing off sex if he continued to tease her about the picture pose.

It was a little crazy, a whole lot of silly, and nowhere near perfect.

But it was perfect to her.

"Davina wrote a good announcement," Caroline said, scanning over the article. "I made Kat read over it and edit it for me. I wanted it to be a surprise."

"I like it," Klaus said quietly, pressing a kiss to her head.

"Me too," she murmured, smiling fondly at the article.

"What time do we have to be at Donovan's tonight for the party?"

Caroline put the paper next to her, reminding herself to cut out the article later to keep. "Well, since Kat and Elijah are hosting, I guess not until it starts."

"They didn't give a time?"

"Nope."

"It's our bloody engagement party!"

Caroline laughed, kissing his grumpy pout. "I know, but she's been so scatterbrained lately. I had to remind her four times to not to forget the reserve the party lounge with Matt. I'll call Elijah later to confirm with him."

"Sounds like Bekah when she was pregnant with Sophie," Klaus remarked thoughtfully, running his fingers through her hair. "It got worse until after she had her."

Caroline shivered. "Don't remind me. I still have the mental scars of Enzo showing the birth pictures."

Both of them made faces, reminiscing on the past few years. After Enzo and Rebekah were married, they found themselves expecting not long after. Little Sophie Augustine was the apple of her father's eye, and fiercely guarded by all of her overprotective uncles. Katherine and Elijah were married about three months ago, after spending about a year and a half being engaged. Neither of them were in a rush to get married, but with a little nudging on Caroline's part, and a lot of nagging by Esther, they were happily basking in wedded bliss.

Klaus and Caroline had been together for two years, moving into her apartment about three months into their relationship. Klaus struck up somewhat decent relationship with Esther and Mikael. They were civil around one another, mostly for a pregnant Rebekah's sake. Klaus still refused to call them by their parental names, and he and Mikael never directly spoke to one another, but they did seem to have an understanding.

"Can you imagine Kat with a kid?"

Klaus chuckled. "I think it's easier to see my 18 year old brother with a child."

"I miss Henrik," Caroline sighed. "NYU is too far away."

"I agree," Klaus said. "At least Kol managed to calm down."

Caroline giggled. "I think it might have something to do with his new "bewitching" secretary, as he puts it."

He rolled his eyes. "He's such a cad."

"So were you!" Caroline teased, rolling on top of him.

"Only because I couldn't have you."

"I think I just strained my eyeball from rolling it so hard," Caroline scoffed playfully.

Klaus tickled her sides, her melodic laugh spreading warmth throughout her body.

"I love you," he whispered, brushing his lips across hers.

"I love you too," she murmured.

He grinned, bumping his nose with hers.

"It's a good thing you were kind of a douche when we met," she mumbled against his lips.

"Hmm?"

"I never would have gotten all those free coffees from you all those years ago," she teased. "Plus, it was totally therapeutic to yell at you sometimes."

He arched a his brow at her. "And now I can have you screaming at me in a different way," he answered, lowing his tone.

She sucked in a low breath, humming delightfully at the way he trailed his fingers down her body.

No matter what happened from then, and in 50 years later, Caroline knew that she had finally met her match in him. No one made her laugh harder, smile brighter, yell louder, or love more. He looked at her like she was the sun, and made sure that she knew how much he loved her every day. Who knew her forever was in front of her the whole time, with his teasing innuendos and wiping hot tea off his trousers with an sexy, irresistible smirk?

Whatever life threw at them next, both Klaus and Caroline were ready to face it.

Together.

Anybody notice the little Glee line I snuck in last chapter? Loved using an old OTP line with my current one ;) Thoughts? Thanks for sticking with me through the end! I don't know what the future holds for me with writing outside one shots, and drabbles, but thank you all for reading and reviewing this!

Until Next Time

Kaitlyn