Disclaimer: I do not own The Vampire Diaries in any way- I just play with their characters.
A/N: So, I've missed you all. Hopefully you can find it in your hearts to reciprocate the feeling?
I've been so busy with starting my first year in a University and I've been swamped with school work and loads of exams one after another. A quarter system is quite fast paced. Also, some personal issues here and there, but who doesn't have their own issues to deal with? Excuses, excuses- I know! But it's the weekend and I had some time. I've actually been working on another story before this one which I'm beginning to think may be my best work so far! And it's lengthy! So look out for that possibly next.
I didn't intend for this one to be this long, but I was aware of my single status on February 14th, and started to write some Klaroline goodness to fill that void. Just finished it literally a few minutes ago.
On another note: Am I the only one that thinks that on episode 4x16 or whatever episode that Klaus is supposed to be getting some sexy time with a female character is actually NOT going to be with Caroline? I actually think it's going to be Hayley (whom, by the way I dislike), because what other purpose would she have in the Original spin-off than a love interest? And Joseph Morgan's tweet about receiving hate mail after the episode sort of added to my suspicions. It breaks my heart to think this way though, especially after all that sexual tension between Klaus and Caroline in the latest eps.
Feed me Klaroline love, my dear readers! On a brighter note, please excuse all mistakes, and enjoy!
Love is all that I can give to you
Love is more than just a game for two
Two in love can make it
LOVE-Nat King Cole
"I have the appointment all set for you. It's at two. I got you the full set."
"Thanks Bonnie, I really appreciate it. I was just so busy this morning that I didn't have time to call them- wait. What's the full set?"
"You really have to ask?"
"Now you're making me scared…"
"Caroline, you've done this plenty of times before."
"I know that, but it's going to be more painful since I haven't done it in awhile."
"It's okay, I would be nervous too."
"Well thanks for the boost of confidence! You and Elena better meet me there, or else."
"'Or else' what?"
"If you ruin my Valentine's Day, you two are going down with me and I'll make sure that Kol and Damon won't be getting any sort of nookie nookie."
"You can't ask Elena and I to go with you, Care, and then threaten us with no sex with our own boyfriends."
"Yes I can."
"Why don't you just suck it up and go by yourself? It's not like-"
"Yeah, yeah. See you later, Bon! Bye!" End.
"The things girlfriends do for one another," Bonnie mumbles.
. . .
"Tell me again why this bloody idiot is here."
"Takes one to know one."
"How clever. Did you think of that one yourself?"
"Can we stop acting like kindergarteners and keep moving?" Stefan murmurs as he pinches the bridge of his nose, a headache already forming.
Klaus turns to glare at him. "I didn't want the company of one Salvatore to begin with, so what made you think that I would want a second one tagging along?"
"Hey, I'm not some stray puppy nipping at your heels. I would much rather be doing anything else, but it's your girlfriend's fault that I'm here instead with you two pinheads."
Klaus flashes to stand nose to nose with Damon. "You want to repeat that, mate?" he growls. He feels Stefan place a hand on his shoulder to try to put some space between him and his older brother, but the hybrid doesn't budge.
"Back up, Klaus. We all want to get this over with just as much as you do," Stefan turns to scold his brother. "Damon. Can you go two hours without being a dick?"
The dark haired man points to himself then gestures towards Klaus. "Me? He's the one that had a bowl of 'stick-up-my-ass' for breakfast."
"Say another word and it will be your last. I-"
"You're both wasting time as it is. I don't know about you two, but I would like to go home before one of the girls calls us again to have us run more errands." That seemed to shut both men up. With a small satisfied smirk, Stefan walks past the still glaring pair of men to enter the floral shop. He stops to stand by the entrance and takes a look around the store. Pink, white, and red flowers bloom in every crevice in every sort of shape. Majority in the shape of a heart. There's a crowd of old women 'ohh-ing and ahh-ing' in one corner while some other ladies glare bitterly at everything in sight. Then there's a few poor souls that look utterly overwhelmed about which bouquet to buy their significant other.
Stefan takes out his cellphone and sends a quick text to Caroline.
"You owe me. Big time."
. . .
Caroline winces again at another screech coming from the occupied room across from hers. She's dressed in a white robe that is as fluffy as a puppy's bottom, but she's too nervous to notice. She bounces her knee up and down while she sits and waits for the woman to come in and begin.
"Will you stop fidgeting? You're making me nervous," admits Elena from across the room. Bonnie who is standing next to her looks up from the magazine to glance at Caroline with a shake of her head before returning to read.
"You should be nervous!" exclaims Caroline dramatically from her seat. "You're the one who's about to put me in a world of pain."
"Uh, you agreed."
"Well, now I disagree!" Caroline moves to stand.
"Sit," Bonnie sternly commands without lifting her eyes. The blonde obeys. She flips the page.
"You're going to be fine, Caroline," comforts Elena as she walks over to her fidgeting friend. "You've done this before so this should be easy. Plus, you're a-" She moves in closer to whisper in Caroline's ear, "-vampire." Elena beams at her and winks.
"Gee, thanks Captain Obvious," the blonde vampire pouts. Her phone suddenly vibrates and she smirks as she reads Stefan's text. Her fingers fly across the keyboard typing a short reply.
"Love ya too, bugga-boo ;)"
Caroline tucks her phone back into her small purse. She takes a deep breath and begins to realize that maybe she can do this. She's done it a few times before, of course not as extreme, but it couldn't be too painful, right? Lots of women do it. Like super models and Brazilian chicks. So, why wouldn't she be able to handle it? Caroline inhales deeply through her nostrils and thinks, "hoosah". She plants a bright smile on her face as she waits for the woman to come in and do her thing. Elena smiles back in encouragement, glad that her friend finally decided to calm down.
A moment of peace. Then a loud shriek and groan from the room across the hall reverberates through the walls and it sounds so painful that it shivers the very spine of all three girls.
Caroline shoots up from her plush seat. "Fuck this shit. I am not staying here for another second. This place ain't a spa, it's a fucking torture chamber." She snatches her purse and clothes. "I'm outta here." But Elena is already blocking the door, both of her arms extended at her sides to prevent Caroline from leaving.
Bonnie throws the magazine back onto the table with a sigh. "Will you stop being a drama queen?"
"Uhh, I don't see you two in robes and waiting to get their womanly body parts mutilated!" Caroline huffs and places her hands on her hips. "Unless you guys want to do this with me; you two can't complain."
"I already shaved so there's no point," Bonnie shrugs.
"Me too," Elena nods.
"Well I can go home and do that too. So, now if you'd be so kind and remove yourself from the doorway, I'd like to leave and-"
"Sit your ass down, Forbes."
"Stop being so mean Bonnie! I don't have to do this if I don't want to. Can we please just go get lunch instead?" whines Caroline with a pout and pleading puppy-dog eyes.
"No."
"Fine." Caroline opens her bag to dig her phone back out. She swipes her finger across the screen to enter the code to unlock it and begins typing.
"Who are you texting?"
Bonnie is met with silence.
"Elena, who is she texting?"
"How should I know? Caroline, who are you texting?" The brunette steps forward and cranes her neck to try to see the identity of who the blonde is communicating with.
"Stefan, save me! My two friends have turned into mean bitches and they're holding me hostage against my will. Help a sister out by-"
"Hey! Give that back!"
Elena quickly tucks the stolen cell into her back pocket. "Seriously, Caroline? You were gonna send a S.O.S message? And to Stefan? How was he going to help you?"
"He would find a way to save me from this torture chamber!"
The petite brunette ignores her and says to Bonnie, "She called us 'bitches' in her message."
"Mature, Caroline," the witch says. "You're the one who asked us to come with you today, so just get it over with and we can go grab something to eat after."
The blonde opens her mouth to retort, but is interrupted when the door opens and hits Elena on the bottom.
"Oh, I am so sorry! I didn't see you there, sweetie," a voice tinged with a French accent says. The employee is a short, young Asian woman with a stylish bob. "I'm Lucille, and you must be Caroline. Nice to meet you." She sticks out her hand with a large smile and Caroline shakes it.
"Nice to meet you, too," she mumbles. Caroline might be a brat at certain times, but she's never rude, especially not to kind strangers. Her shoulders slump in defeat and she lets out a sigh. "So, you must be the lady that's about to 'pamper' me?"
"Yes, madam. It says that you've requested the full set, is that correct?"
"Yeah…" Caroline looks to her two friends with a pleading gaze to let her off the hook. She has to try one last time. Bonnie shakes her head and crosses her arms across her chest while Elena throws her two thumbs up and a grin.
Feeling completely disgruntled and deflated she flops back onto the cushioned chair. She gestures towards her body with a flail of her arms, "Wax away!"
Lucille giggles at her antics.
. . .
"When I was young, I was the sweet pea that all the boys in town would chase after. I remember one time when I was sixteen- or was I fifteen? Yes, fifteen. I remember this fella, a tall and blue-eyed looking thing, came right up to my doorstep with the largest bouquet of sunflowers I've ever seen. But unlucky for him my papa was the one that opened the door, not me. Poor soul. He was shaking like a leaf! He went all pale and clammy, and couldn't even utter a syllable. My papa just stared the poor boy down. I tried to push him out the way so I could talk to the fella, but nope. He didn't even budge. This is where it gets good. My papa didn't say anything, but he crossed his arms and with one of his hands he stuck out his thumb- like this- and slowly slid it from one side of his neck to the other. Boy, oh boy! I've never seen anyone run so fast in all my lifetime. That fella shot off my porch like a rocket on the fourth of July! Then there was this other time whe-"
"Listen, lady. I would really prefer not to fall asleep in the middle of the store. So this is me asking politely- buzz off."
The elderly woman stares at Damon with her mouth agape, completely astounded at how rude the man is. She lifts her purse higher onto her shoulder with her chin in the air and makes sure to bump into the vampire as she walks past. All the while harrumphing about "rude hooligans these days".
"We're here to purchase flowers, not piss off old ladies."
"Not my fault the old bat decided to blab to me her whole life story. I was just the innocent bystander turned victim."
"Yeah, well, let's just choose some bouquets and leave. We've been here longer than I would've liked," Stefan sighs.
"Aw, don't be a sour puss, little brother," Damon claps Stefan on the shoulder. "Just because you don't have a lady this time around doesn't mean your love life has gone completely to shit."
Stefan shrugs off his brother's hand. "Let's not venture into discussion about my love life."
"I'm sure Blondie would be more than happy to be your Valentine," Damon winks then glances in the direction of the hybrid. He thrives on riling up the ancient man.
Klaus, who had been eyeing a massive bouquet of white roses, perks up at the mention of a certain female vampire. He doesn't say anything, just stares at the two other men with raised eyebrows as if daring them to continue speaking. His hands are clasped behind his back as he waits. "Don't mind me. Please, continue with your little gossip session."
"I was just saying how since Stefan is currently flying solo that he should ask sweet Caroline to be his Valentine. I mean, there's plenty of Blondie to go around."
Klaus surges his hand forward aiming to bury his fist in Damon's chest, but Stefan predicted the move and smacked it away before it could make contact. His brother is stupid and possibly might have deserved having a hand plunged between his ribs, but the last thing he wanted to do at the moment was cause a commotion in the middle of a plant store. The hybrid is quick to counter and reaches to strangle the dark haired vampire with a strong grip around the neck. Klaus' fingers painfully press into Damon's cervical vertebrae and pulls the man forward to growl in his face. "I do hope you're not implying something."
With a roll of his eyes, Stefan moves to awkwardly stand with his arms crossed in front of the pair of idiots to block them from the view of any nosy old ladies. Stefan coughs into his fist to cover the grunt Damon lets out when the hybrid slams the older Salvatore's head particularly hard against the wall.
"Let's move this drama along, children," Stefan exasperatedly chastises.
"It'd be wise if you chose your words carefully when speaking about Caroline," Klaus warns. "On second thought, I don't even want her name uttered from your mouth for the rest of the day. If you dare speak ill of her again I will tear out your tongue and shove it somewhere dark, and very uncomfortable for you." To emphasize his point, Klaus grips Damon's throat tighter, making sure to dig his fingers against the bone.
"Understood, c-captain," Damon manages to gasp out sarcastically.
Klaus gives the vampire a pointed look before suddenly releasing him, causing Damon to stumble as he tries to catch his footing.
"Shit, Stefan," He grumbles as he rubs his sore neck. "You forgot to mention that a certain someone was a taboo subject today."
"Don't blame me for the stupidity that spills from your mouth. Ever heard of 'think before you speak'?"
"I don't do well with following rules."
"Yeah. I can see that." Stefan's phone suddenly vibrates in his pocket. He takes it out to discover a text message from 'Caroline BFF'. She thought it was cute to add in the last three letters to symbolize their friendship. She wanted to add in a little heart after her name as well, but Stefan had to stop her there. That was just going overboard. He reads it with furrowed brows, confused and a bit concerned at how the message is abruptly cut off.
"Who are you texting?" It's Klaus being nosy this time.
Stefan's eyes narrow a fraction in decision on whether or not to inform Klaus about the text. He might take the message literally and hunt down Caroline and the two 'mean bitches'. He is known for overreacting at times, especially when it comes to the young Forbes. However, the hybrid is quick to catch the look on Stefan's face, and though he would never admit it, a heavy weight settles in the pit of his stomach.
"What is it?" Klaus asks instead. He sees the way Stefan flicks his gaze to Damon before looking back at him. "It's Caroline, isn't it?" He wants to ask so much more, but tries to reign in his apprehension. If it was anything really severe, then Stefan would have said it already and bolted out the door.
"It's just a text from Caroline, but it cuts off mid-sentence." Stefan shrugs, "It might not even be serious. I'll just text back to see what's up." He quickly sends a short message asking if all is right with his dear blonde friend. A brief moment later his phone vibrates again with a reply.
"Hey, it's Elena. I have to hold Caroline's phone hostage because she was flipping out earlier, but she's all good now. In a little pain, but that's to be expected. How are the two kids behaving?"
Stefan gives a small smirk and replies, "Still bickering like toddlers, but what's new. You sure Caroline is fine? She must have been pretty upset if she had to resort to sending out a distress text."
"What did she say?" Klaus asks, trying but failing to keep the anxious tone out of his voice. He inches closer to Stefan to try to peek at his phone. Stefan raises an eyebrow at the snooping hybrid and crosses his arms, resulting in the device being tucked against his chest from prying eyes. "Elena has her phone."
Klaus furrows his brows. "And?"
"She says Caroline is fine."
"Apparently she's not if she had to send such an odd text to you. What did Elena say? Something must have happened. You sure she's fine?" The Original might as well have been bouncing on his toes with clasped hands in uneasiness. He is a short moment away from pacing back and forth in the middle of the store.
Stefan shrugs nonchalantly, "I don't know."
Klaus glares at the vampire. "Seriously?"
A snort comes from Damon. "Did you seriously just say 'seriously'?" He shakes his head, "Someone's been hanging around Blondie a little too much." His younger brother and the hybrid both throw him a 'well-duh' expression.
"What exactly did Elena say? And I swear, mate, if you shrug at me one more time-" He's interrupted by the sound of Stefan's phone vibrating. Well, speak of the devil.
"You would be nervous too if you had to get your private body parts prodded and waxed by a total stranger. But don't worry, she's in the good hands of a Brazilian cutie. He's way tan, too. Has a charming little Brazilian accent and everything ;)"
"Stefan, what did she say now?"
"Umm…" He tries to stealthily stuff his phone into his pocket, but Damon rolls his eyes and quickly snatches it. His blue orbs widen when he's done silently reading the conversation between his brother and his girlfriend. Damon glances at Klaus, then at the device in his hand, then back at Klaus again. A slow smirk makes its way onto his face.
"Sounds like your girl is in 'good hands'," he snickers.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Klaus seizes the phone from Damon's grip and his eyes move quickly as he reads the messages. His fingers tighten around the phone as he nears the end.
"Easy on my phone," Stefan advises. "That's an Iphone 5, and I'd like to keep it in good condition, hence the screen protector."
Klaus' upper lip curls as a low growl forms from deep within his throat. "She did not mention a Brazilian boy when she left this morning."
"Maybe she was too excited and forgot to tell you." Oh how Damon is having the time of his life right now. He notices Klaus does his angry-eyebrow-twitch thing that only happens when the hybrid is on the verge of being really furious, and his comment was the cause of it. Score.
"Shut up, Damon." Stefan eyes his poor phone in Klaus' steel grip in concern. He really likes that phone. In a calming voice, he says, "Just give me my phone and I'll call to get this all straightened out. Just ease your fingers and carefully hand it over. Yes- slowly now." He barely grazes it with his hand when it vibrates again, alerting to a new received text. Klaus pulls it back and reads on while Stefan drops his head in defeat.
"I was just kidding. The employee is a nice little woman… I hope you didn't let Klaus see that. Should we be expecting a cavalry on their way?"
Completely annoyed at the whole nonsense and being riled up over nothing, Klaus tosses the phone back to an unprepared Stefan and moves to exit the floral shop. His steps on the boundary of being considered as stomping, but Klaus made sure to keep it in control. He was not some 'toddler' that stomped around.
Stefan had to almost leap to catch his airborne phone in time. He lets out a sigh of relief when it's back in the safety of his hands. He turns to angrily stare at the retreating figure, "Damnit, Klaus! I said be careful with it!" As the brothers walk towards the front of the store as well, Damon reaches for Stefan's phone (again) and sends a reply back.
"Ooohh, you just caused some trouble. Elena the Trouble-Maker. Tisk, tisk. Shame, shame ;)"
. . .
"Ow, ow, ow. Ow!"
"Caroline, it's over. You're done! What are you ow-ing about?"
"That doesn't mean I'm not sore!"
"So you have to waddle around like a penguin?"
"Yes, Bonnie. It does. Walking like this relieves the pain."
"Well, can you waddle a little faster to the car?" Elena glances around at the curious strangers and smiles meekly at them as they walk past on the sidewalk. "People are staring."
"I don't care! They can't judge me until they've gotten hot wax poured onto body parts that shouldn't have hot waxed poured upon!"
"Think of it this way," Bonnie suggests as she grabs the keys from Caroline's purse and offers to drive since the blonde is obviously incapable of doing anything at the moment. "Now you're as smooth as a baby's bottom."
"Yeah! Totally worth the temporary pain. Pain is beauty, you know," adds Elena.
"Yeah, yeah," Caroline scoffs. "Can we go get something to eat now? I need to be fed."
"Next destination; the Grill. The boys are probably already there, and I owe Damon lunch for making him go along with Klaus and Stefan today."
Bonnie presses the unlock button as they reach the car. "Yeah right. Damon may be a dick, but he would never let you spend a dime on him. Too much manly pride."
"More like he's a lovesick puppy," Caroline corrects as she opens the passenger door.
"Please," the witch interjects, "Like you're one to talk."
"Trust me, Klaus is so beyond being a puppy." Caroline smirks and throws each girl a wink.
"Kinky," Elena smirks back.
Bonnie rolls her eyes, but the small smile on her face conveys that she's enjoying her friends' company. "I'm in a car full of perverts."
The three supernatural ladies laugh as they put on their seatbelts and pull out of the parking lot.
. . .
For a Wednesday the Grill is particularly busy. The restaurant is packed with families, teenagers, and business attire wearing people all grabbing a bite to eat at the local food joint. All of them entirely unaware of the very dangerous men occupying the booth in the corner of the room.
"So, I would say that today was a complete bust," Damon declares after taking a sip of his bourbon. "Stefan, you're precious cellular device is fine. Stop moping."
"I'm not moping," the younger vampire denies, and almost pouts- almost. "I'm just checking for any scratches." He's been turning his phone over and over in his hand since they first sat in the booth ten minutes ago. Examining every spot carefully for any damages.
"I wouldn't say it was an entire waste," Klaus says.
"What do you have hiding up your sleeve?"
"That is none of your business," he replies as he looks down at his own glass filled with an amber-colored liquid. The hybrid smirks to himself at the thought of his upcoming surprises for Caroline. Yes, plural. And just as he pictures the blonde beauty in his head she and her two friends appear through the front doors of the restaurant. They're giggling to themselves after Bonnie apparently said something funny when Caroline looks up and catches Klaus' stare. She beams a pearly smile at him as they makes their way to the table, eyes locked the entire time. Klaus catches the way she's walking is a little off, and his brows furrow in confusion. What exactly did she do today?
"Well, isn't it the three stooges. Why, hello there." Amusement shines in her blue orbs as she looks to the three men in acknowledgment. She plops down next to Klaus, and Elena and Bonnie take this as their cue to huddle into the booth. Elena next to Damon, obviously, and Bonnie sits next to the brunette at the end.
"Hello, love." Klaus gives her one of his exclusive small smiles and places a hand on her knee, softly squeezing it.
"Hi," Caroline breathes.
"This is a PDA-free zone."
"What's up your butt, Mr. Salvatore? Someone seems a little extra broody today."
"Look at what they did to my phone," Stefan tosses the device to Caroline and she effortlessly catches it. She flips the phone around in her hand trying to see something that has her friend in such a foul mood.
"I don't see anything."
"At the top left corner of the screen. Look! There's a scratch."
"Oh my God, Stefan. It's barely noticeable."
"It's massive."
Caroline sighs, "Whatever you say," and passes the phone back.
"Speaking of butts," Damon announces as he places an arm across the top of the seat behind Elena, "What's crawled up yours?"
Caroline pauses and glances at Klaus before returning to the smirking Damon. "What do you mean?" she asks.
"You're walking around like a penguin."
"Hey! That's what I said!" Bonnie interjects excitedly. The older Salvatore lifts his hand and forms a fist in front of Bonnie, waiting for her to bump knuckles with him.
"Don't leave me hanging, witch."
The smile falls from Bonnie's face. "I'll pass, thanks," she deadpans. Her happy bubble totally burst.
The blonde picks up the menu and begins scanning it for something delicious for her growling stomach. "I prefer not to talk about my mutilated body before eating, so I'll pass too."
"It wasn't that bad," Elena asserts from her seat.
"Says you! You two just sat and witnessed my pain while I actually experienced it. Which reminds me, I'll be needing your phone, please." She holds out her hand palm upward and wiggles her fingers.
"Why?"
"For-" Caroline suddenly becomes aware of the watching eyes of the men. "For, you know- that picture. I'm deleting it."
"What! No way, I'm saving it for memories." To make sure that her cell is safe, Elena drops it in between her thighs for good measure.
"Don't do it, 'Lena. That picture is priceless," Bonnie's eyes gleam with mischief as a sly grin appears on her face.
"I hate you both," Caroline huffs. She sits back into the seat, leaning into Klaus' side, and crosses her arms with her pink lips set in a pout.
"What picture?" Klaus asks, genuinely curious.
"Yeah, what picture?" If Elena and Bonnie refused to delete a picture of Caroline, it had to be some good shit. Most likely humiliating for Blondie. Damon so had to get in on this for black mail purposes and whatnot.
"Nothing any of you need to see." She throws her two girl friends a warning glare to make sure they got the message that no one, especially these three bozos, get to ever lay eyes on that horrible picture of her. Yes, it may be very funny one day later in life, but as of right now it is incredibly embarrassing. Like more embarrassing than eating shit while walking up the stairs in the middle of a crowded mall. So. Much. More. Caroline needs that photo deleted before it can ever be exposed. She just has to sneakily steal Elena's phone, like a ninja.
Feeling a new wave of determination Caroline sits up and slams her hand onto the wooden table. "Yo, waiter! C'mon, I'm hungry!" She laughs when Matt Donovan throws her the bird as he makes his way over.
. . .
The sky above Mystic Falls is a mixture of orange and yellow hues as the early sun rises. The date is February fourteenth and all Caroline wants to do at the moment is sleep to her heart's content, particularly because of the day she had a few hours ago. However, of course a certain English hybrid wasn't letting her do so.
Klaus gently runs his fingers up and down the female's spine trying to rouse her from her slumber. "Rise and shine, Caroline."
"Fuck off."
He pokes her in the ribs at her vulgar language. Caroline squeaks and scoots away from him before burrowing herself further into the cool pillows. She lifts a hand to flip him off to show that she meant business. She needs sleep, damnit! But at the sound of his low chuckle she knows he doesn't take her gesture seriously.
"I need you to get up, love."
"No more sex. Too tired," Caroline mumbles into the pillow.
Klaus lets out a loud laugh. This woman in his bed is too beyond remarkable, always surprising him left and right, and surprising him at all is a feat of its own. "No more sex," he repeats. "At least for the moment. I want you to see something."
There's a pause as the woman contemplates his request, then she groans and lifts her head to look at the small analog clock (because Klaus is too old and hipster to get a digital one) sitting on the bedside table. "It's six in the morning! What in the world is so freaking important that you have to wake me up at the butt crack of dawn?" Her eyes, still blurry from the deep sleep, narrows as she glowers at him. Her hair is a golden tangled mess sitting on the crown of her head. She has no makeup on and has the tiniest smidge of dried drool in the corner of her pink mouth. Yet, looking like a hot mess, Klaus thinks that no matter what time of day or what she wears (or doesn't wear, he prefers her in her birthday suit, but she's not a committed nudist so he takes what he can get) that Caroline is always stunning. Even with the dried saliva.
He shifts his body on the bed to reveal behind him exactly what he woke her up to see. Klaus watches with pride as Caroline's jaw drops and her now alert eyes widen, showcasing her cobalt blue orbs even more. Resting on the floor at the other side of the bed is an extravagant glass vase standing about three feet tall and inside of it is a massive amount of white roses with the tips of the petals expertly crafted with a blood red color. Of course he had to be all unique and still be a little dark in his own way. Nevertheless, the huge bouquet- there had to be at the very least one hundred roses!- formed in the shape of a sphere is absolutely breathtaking. Caroline has to give it to him; Klaus has exceptional taste.
"I'll assume that you being rendered speechless means you like it?"
Instead of answering his question Caroline hops out from under the blankets and crawls on the bed towards him to get a closer look at the colossal bouquet. "How did you even fit that through the door?" she exclaims. "You obviously couldn't have hidden this, so how'd you get it past me?"
Klaus shrugs. "I had to make some arrangements so that they'd deliver early this morning. I told them to text me when they were on their way and I stood outside to wait. Couldn't have them ringing the doorbell, but I'm starting to think that you might not even have been aware with all that snoring coming from your pretty mouth." He deflects the jab that Caroline directs towards his chest and grasps onto her wrist, bringing it to his lips to place a kiss on her knuckles. "Do you like them?" he asks again in a quieter voice.
Caroline finally tears her eyes away from the beautiful red and white roses to give Klaus one of her most genuine smiles. Her eyes shining with all the emotions she feels for this wonderful man with a dark past. She moves to straddle his lap and gently holds his face between her hands. "I love it. It's beautiful," she whispers. Her breath fans against his lips as she inches her face closer to his and she makes sure to get lost in his cerulean eyes. "And I love you so much more." With that Caroline closes the small distance and places her lips against Klaus'. The kiss is soft, like a caress, and simple but it holds such promise and everlasting affection.
The couple's moment is ruined when Caroline's cell phone rings to alert a new received text message. The woman sighs and pulls away to check who the hell decided to text her so early in the morning and apparently has very bad timing. It's from Elena. Confused, Caroline unlocks her phone to see what the brunette sent and she gapes at what her eyes meet. It's the picture. As in the picture of her taken yesterday that she wanted no other soul to ever witness its existence. The photo was taken by a random employee that happened to walk by in the hall that Elena stopped to ask if she could take a picture of them all in memory of Caroline's experience. The image consists of Caroline laying on her back on the salon bed with her knees propped up and little Lucille standing in between to (thankfully) cover her lady privates. Caroline's eyes are tightly shut and her face is scrunched up in the expression of absolute pain as Lucille did her job at waxing away. A white fluffy towel is clutched in between her fingers to cover her chest and stomach. In the corner of the photo is Bonnie and Elena standing by Caroline's head with large grins and both giving the thumbs up.
Oh, how Caroline wanted to burn this photo.
Under the image Elena included a short message.
"Just thought you'd like a reminder of our terrific time yesterday :) I sent a copy to Bonnie, too. Happy Valentine's Day!"
That bitch.
"What is it?"
Klaus' voice is closer than she expected and the blonde chucks her phone under the blanket and sits on top of it. She grins nervously at his inquisitive stare and gives an awkward laugh.
"Who is it?" he asks instead.
"Elena."
"What did she say?"
"Just wanted to say Happy Valentine's Day is all," she evades hurriedly. The look on his face conveys that he doesn't believe her one bit. She never was a very good liar when it came to lying to him. Especially since he's gain the capability of reading her like an open book.
Klaus stares at her blankly. "I don't believe you." In the next moment he's tackled her to the bed and thrusts his hand out to grab her phone from under the blanket. He's straddling her waist, but makes sure to put majority of his weight on his knees to not crush her, and is about to enter the number code to unlock the phone when Caroline stops him.
"Klaus! I seriously don't want you to see that! Please, just give it back." Her eyes are pleading and her bottom lip is protruding towards him. "You said to always be genuine with one another and I genuinely do not want you to see that picture." The hybrid begins to feel a bit guilty at the sound of distress in her voice.
Klaus sighs, but keeps a hold on her phone. "Is it something that could result in you being harmed?"
"Uhh… no."
"You hesitated."
"Well, I had to think about it!"
"Are you and your friends plotting something dangerous or foolish?"
"No!"
"Then if it's not something serious then I don't see the harm in checking exactly what has you so worked up."
"Because it's embarrassing! I look so horrible in that photo."
Klaus takes pity on the pouting woman under him and bends over to place a chaste kiss on her lips. "You could never look anything, but beautiful."
They hold each other's gaze before Caroline dramatically throws her arms into the air in defeat then covers her eyes with them. "Ugh! Fine! Look at it and guffaw for all I care." Taking this as his chance, Klaus unlocks the device and presses on Elena's name to enter their message conversation. He scrolls to the bottom and the photo that meets him makes all his thoughts crash to a halt. He taps on the photo to make it larger and he can't seem to process what he's seeing. Klaus doesn't know whether to laugh loudly at her expression and the whole absurdity of everything going on in the captured image or be fuming at the fact that there is a photo of Caroline with bits of her bare body on display and it isn't in his safe keeping.
Caroline decides to peek through her fingers since the man has been quiet for quite a while. He's just staring at the photo with an odd look on his face that she can't really place a description on. "If that picture gets into the wrong hands, it will be the end of me and the beginning of 'Black-Mail Caroline' palooza."
This seems to break Klaus out of his reverie and he looks at Caroline with a bit of anger mixed in with a whole lot of determination in his blue depths. "We need to delete this," he states.
"Right on, brother!" Caroline sits upright on the bed with Klaus still straddling her hips. "To my knowledge, only Elena and Bonnie have it in their possession."
"Tomorrow we will swipe their phones and delete the photo before anyone else comes across it."
"And we're deleting this one, too." Caroline lifts her arm to take back her phone, but Klaus raises it higher so it's out of her reach.
"No. We're actually going to keep this one, love." He moves his finger quickly across the screen and sends the image to his own phone in the matter of seconds. He smirks down at the woman's shocked face. She opens her mouth to protest, but closes it again when she figures that in the end Klaus will get his way and somehow keep the photo to stash in his stalker collection of things that remind him of her. Like her panties, but that's a whole other story.
"Whatever, you creep," Caroline exhales. "But why do we have to wait till tomorrow to go bust our mission?"
"Because, Caroline-" Klaus tangles one of his hands in her golden threads and the other moves to rest on her bum cheek, "today is Valentine's Day and I have much more in store for you in the next few hours. But first, it seems to me that you are no longer 'too tired', or are you?" He's grazing his lips against hers and doesn't move to make any more contact than just that. He can tell that Caroline is getting frustrated when she keeps moving to brush her lips harder against his, but he pulls his face back a fraction each time she tries.
Caroline quickly shakes her head, "Bring on the sex," and with that she latches onto his shoulders and pulls him down for some Valentine's Day sexy time. She and Klaus both have to admit; Lucille did a damn good job.
A/N: Guys, I really think I'd be very upset if Klaus made the two-backed beast with anyone else other than Caroline...
My heart hurts.
Also, it's not that I like Stefan being single or prefer Elena with Damon. I am just getting a bit peeved with Elena's drama and I believe that Stefan deserves a nice, sweet gal. I don't know, I shift between Stelena and Delena, but honestly I don't care. But do you know what I do care about?
That's right, Klaroline! And some Kleforline on the side never hurts.
Thank you so much for spending the time to read, I truly appreciate every one of you. Please review, review, and review!
Have a magnificent day from wherever you are!