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Caroline smiled as her head lay on her husband's bare shoulder. They had long since moved from the chair, onto a bearskin rug with a wool blanket to cover them as they lay in front of the burning fireplace.
They had made love once more after the incident in the chair, and had now settled in for the night, though neither could sleep.
She moved her head up to look into her husband's eyes, and smiled brightly when she found him looking at her.
"You know, I don't think I will ever look at that chair, without thinking of you." She stated, glancing to the chair.
Klaus chuckled. "I don't think I could either without burning with desire." He returned, smiling. "Nor would I a bearskin rug." He added, wiggling his brows.
She blushed, and slapped his chest playfully. "It wasn't my fault that you picked me up from the chair, and ravished me on top of the rug." She stated, motioning with her left hand.
He laughed. "So it's my fault that I find my wife so devilishly, exquisite, and can't stop ravishing her." He stated, feigning innocence.
She laughed, and shook her head. "You are horrible." She stated, through her laughter.
He shook his head. "Besides, I'm not the one who started this. You are the one who rode me in the chair." He stated, bluntly.
She shook her head, and narrowed her eyes slightly. "Oh, so it's my fault that I find my husband the most handsome man that God ever created, and can't get enough of him." She replied, using a similar phrase as her husband's.
Klaus chuckled. "You are insatiable, love." He replied, moving to hover over her.
Her eyes sparkled, as her right hand touched his face. "Only for you, darling." She whispered, bringing his face down to hers. "Only with you." She added, kissing him lightly.
He smiled, pulling back a fraction. "Now that's what I love to hear." He added, with a prideful tone.
She shook her head. "You are horrible, Niklaus." She stated, smirking.
He shrugged, and winked. "You love me anyway, Swan." He returned, smiling.
She nodded, and smiled. "With every beat of my heart, Rogue." She whispered, pulling him back down to her.
He smiled, and softly kissed her, but as before the fire between them built up. "Until my dying day, I don't think I will ever get enough of you." He whispered, moving his lips to her cheek down to her throat.
She smiled. "I won't either." She whispered, in between her groans.
He pulled back, and smiled. "Don't you think we should move this to our bedroom?" He asked, glancing towards the door.
She followed his gaze, and laughed. "What's the matter, Niklaus? Afraid of a little danger?" She asked, wiggling her eyebrows.
He shook his head, and chuckled. "It's not the danger I'm worried about, love. It's the fact that a man can walk in here at any moment, and catch us, and see you." He stated, with a spark in his eyes.
She laughed, and moved her hands down his bare back, gently cupping his hips, causing him to groan at the contact.
"You were saying." She whispered, watching his eyes turn to lust and love.
"Damn it." He whispered, lowering his head, and giving in to his wife.
She smiled, and held him tightly as he positioned himself over her, and gently pushed into her body. They moaned at the contact, and began to rock on the bearskin rug.
Klaus' eyes washed over her face as he watched her, with the light from the fire illuminating her features like a halo over her. "My Beautiful Swan." He whispered, as he moved softly into her.
Her eyes sparkled with tears at the pure beauty of the moment. She hummed, and touched his face with her right hand, her back arched against his body. "My handsome…Oh God!" She groaned, when he pushed harder, hitting the spot he knew so well.
He smiled, and arched is hips downward, going farther into her. He groaned, feeling her tighten around him. It was so sweet, so exquisite.
The wool blanket radiated so much heat; sweat formed on their bodies, and drizzled down his back and her chest. His long brown hair stuck to his face and neck. She gazed into his eyes, and smiled. He was the most handsome man, and he was hers.
They moaned in unison, as she arched her back, and he pushed down further than he had ever gone inside of her.
He collapsed on top of her after the pleasure hit him harder and higher than ever before. He watched her face contort in so much pleasure and love he knew she felt the same high.
He softly kissed her face, and smiled as she returned the kisses on his face. They tenderly joined their lips, and sighed when they separated.
He pulled up and gazed down at her face lovingly.
She smiled as tender tears fell down her face.
He bent down, and kissed they away with so much tenderness, she laughed through her sobs.
"Swan, what is it?" He asked, kissing her cheek softly.
She smiled, and touched his face with her right hand. "It was the most beautiful…" She trailed off when he crushed his lips to hers.
He pulled back and gently kissed her lips again. "It was." He whispered, placing his lips back on hers once more.
He pulled back after a moment, and smiled devilishly. She tilted her head at his smirk, and waited for him to say something.
"You know, I have never been called a god before." He whispered, referring to her moan when he made love to her.
Her eyes widened, and a blush appeared on her face. "I did not call you that." She stated, slapping his arm lightly.
He laughed, and nodded. "You did." He stated, gazing down in her eyes. "You said, 'You are the most handsome oh God'." He added, laughing at the look on his wife's face.
She gave a mock glare, and began to laugh. "You are horrible!" She stated through her laughter.
He laughed along with her, and shook his head. "Oh God, I love you, Caroline."
She smiled with her eyes sparkling with solemn laughter. "I love you too, Niklaus." She whispered, pulling his head down.
He moaned as his lips connected with hers. "Sweetheart, we need to get up." He whispered, in between kissing her.
She nodded, but refused to release him.
He chuckled. "Swan…" He whispered, finally moving to off of her, and sitting up, bringing her with him.
She moaned at the movement, and sighed when he pulled away from her. Her eyes opened with a sparkle, and he knew he would never tire of seeing that sparkle in her eyes.
"You are so beautiful." He whispered, caressing her face softly.
She blushed and pushed his long hair through her fingers. "You are so handsome." She whispered in return.
He smiled and kissed her softly before moving to stand.
She groaned at the loss, and sent him a coy smile when he handed her the robe. She watched with loving eyes as he dressed quickly, leaving his shirt loose.
"Do you think anyone is up yet?" She asked, approaching him, and then placing her hands on his chest.
He smiled and shook his head. "The sun is not even showing yet. We still have some time." He answered, kissing her softly on her forehead.
She smiled, and grasped his hands in hers. They shared a longing look for a brief moment, before they walked out of the room, and headed down to their bedroom.
A few hours later, they emerged from their room, when the sun was just peaking over the horizon. Caroline reached for his hand, and smiled when she glanced at him.
They walked down the hall a little ways, and smiled as they entered their son's room. They approached the crib and both laughed when they saw their son standing up, holding onto the railing, and babbling away.
Caroline let go of her husband's hand, and reached for her son. "Good morning my beautiful one." She whispered, kissing her son on his cheek, and laughed when he tugged on her hair, which was halfway pulled back.
She felt her Klaus' hand on her back, and turned her smile to him. She laughed when her son reached for his father, and she couldn't resist another laugh at the sight of Klaus lifting his son high in the air, only to bring him down and kiss his cheek softly.
Caroline felt tears fill her eyes at the sight, and lightly touched her son's back, watching him fiddle with his father's necklace.
"When are we going to send him to my parents?" She asked, lowly.
Klaus looked at her, and sighed at the sadness in her eyes. "We should send him soon." He replied, firmly.
She nodded, and kissed her son's head. "Are you sure he will be alright?" She asked, feeling her heart tug at the thought of something happening to her son.
"He'll be fine, love. Your parents will look after him." He answered, watching pain flash through her features. "You could go with him." He added, glancing at his son.
Caroline's eyes flashed. "I'm not leaving you, Niklaus." She stated, in a low but firm tone.
He sighed, and walked away from his wife to set their son on the floor. He smiled watching David pick up a small stuffed toy, and placed it in his mouth. He turned to his wife, who was adamantly watching her son. "Caroline, maybe you should go with him, and settle him down. You don't have to stay with him, but you can be sure he is safe." He replied, grasping her upper arms in his hands.
Her eyes moved to his, and she saw the reason in his argument. "Why don't you come with us?" She asked, placing her hands on his chest.
He sighed, and shook his head. "I'm needed here, love. Otherwise, I would. You know that." He stated, firmly.
She nodded, glancing behind him to her son. "I can't lose either of you, Nik." She whispered, her voice cracking at the words.
His eyes burned with emotion. "Neither can I, Caroline." He stated, through emotion.
She felt the tears escape her eyes, and she closed her eyes. Soon, she was going to have to say goodbye to her son, though she knew she would see him again, she knew it was still going to hurt more than anything to part from him.
Every day he looked more and more like his father. He had inherited Klaus' curly sandy blonde hair, and his eyes were a deep cerulean blue. She didn't see herself in her son. She only saw Klaus.
She felt Klaus' arms circle around her as they watched their son play. She smiled as David began to crawl towards her. She bent down, picked him up, and held him tight against her.
Klaus watched her hold their son and he knew then that whatever it took he was not going to lose them, no matter what. They were his life. They were the reason he got up in the morning.
Running his left hand through his son's hair, he kissed his wife's temple, and felt content for the moment.
~X~
Vaughn walked the corridors as the sun began to peak through the horizon, splashing orange and pink along the walls of the corridors. He had left Jean in bed, careful not the rouse her when he got up for duty.
He sighed as he walked with dignity as he thought of his wife. She had become extremely moody since the arrival of the guests, and he didn't know why. He wanted to ask, but Jean kept her mouth shut.
He shook his head. He loved his wife more than anything in the world, but sometimes she could be a real pain in the ass.
He had thought of going to the guests, and finding out the reason behind Jean's recent hostility, but that would disrespect Jean, and he couldn't do that.
He rounded the corner, where a small alcove was with a small bench rested. He paused when he caught sight of a petite brunette sitting on the bench staring out the window. She turned her head when she heard him approach, and sent a careful smile.
"Hello." She replied in a light deep voice.
He nodded, and looked around them. "Good morning." He replied, in kind.
She nodded, and turned her gaze towards the window. "It's going to be a beautiful day." She stated, trying to ease the tension.
Vaughn nodded. "Yes, that it is." He replied, stepping closer. "I'm Galen Vaughn." He added with bow of his head.
She smiled, and bowed her head. "Sophie Devereux." She returned, softly.
He smiled, and then the name registered in his mind. "You're the one who has my Jean in an uproar." He stated, stepping closer.
He watched her face close up. "You know Jean." She whispered, bowing her head.
"She's my wife." He replied, simply but with affection.
She nodded in understanding. "She's lucky. I'm happy she finally found happiness." She whispered, tears filling her eyes.
His eyes narrowed at her words. "How long have you known her?" He asked, leaning against the wall in front of her.
She sighed. "We grew up together." She replied, simply, and smiled sadly. "We were like sisters until…" She trailed off, remembering the pain of the past.
"Until what?" He asked, wanting to know.
She sighed, and shook her head. "Perhaps you should ask your wife." She stated, standing up slowly, still weak from her illness.
He shook his head. "She won't talk about it." He stated, narrowing his eyes.
She nodded, and grasped the wall beside her. "Well then, I'm sorry, but she should be the one to tell you." She stated, with a soft glare.
"Tell him what?"
Vaughn closed his eyes at the voice behind him, and slowly turned his head to see his wife, dressed in a simple green dress, arms crossed, and eyes flashing. This was going to be a problem.
Sophie sighed. "I was just getting acquainted with your husband." She replied, simply, nodding to Vaughn. "You married a fine man, Jean." She added, kindly.
Jean scoffed. "I didn't ask for your approval, Sophie." She stated, in a harsh tone.
Sophie nodded, and glanced at Vaughn before heading back to her room to lie down. "It was a pleasure meeting you, Galen." She replied, softly with a kind nod towards Jean.
As the door closed behind her, Jean glared at her husband.
"Jean, you should be resting." He began, but she shook her head.
"I wake this morning to find my husband out of bed, so naturally I think he is gone to his duties, so I think I will surprise him, but what do I find," She began, stalking up to him. "I find him cozying up to the one person I never thought and never wanted to see again!" She shouted, throwing her arms out.
"I was just being friendly, Jean. Is that a crime?" He asked, folding his arms over his chest.
She glared. "It is if the bitch is a traitor." She answered, harshly.
He shook his head. "Well, she doesn't seem like a traitor." He stated, studying her.
She scoffed and threw her head back. "She is, trust me." She stated, glaring at the door.
He shook his head as he bowed it. "How can I when you won't trust me?" He asked, stepping back.
Jean shook her head, watching him head off. "Oh, no you don't, Galen." She stated, practically running as fast as she could in her condition to catch him.
He shrugged her hand off his arm, and continued onward.
"Galen!" She shouted, causing him to stop.
He turned around, and she saw a fire in his eyes she had never seen before. "I've given you space, Jean. That's what you wanted, so I gave it to you. I've done everything I could to make you feel safe and secure with me, and yet you still won't trust me." He stated, in slight pain.
"I trust you, Galen." She began, her heart feeling a small tug. No, she didn't need this. She didn't need to be vulnerable.
"You don't trust me enough, Bonnie Jean, and until you do, I've got work to do." He stated, turning on his heel, and walked away from her.
She sighed, and bit her bottom lip. She could run him down again. She could tell the reason behind her failure to trust. She could, but…
She bit back the tears in her eyes, and slowly turned around. She stopped in her tracks, when she saw Sophie standing in the doorway.
"You should tell him, Jeanie." She stated, faintly.
Jean stiffened at the nickname, and she took a step toward her. "What I tell my husband is none of your business, and you will do well if you stay away from him." She stated, pointing her finger at Sophie.
Sophie sighed. "He has a right to know." She replied, simply.
Jean shook her head. "You don't get to decide my life and what I tell my husband, Soph." She stated with malice and added a sneer.
Sophie lowered her head. "If I said I was sorry, and how deeply I regret not being there for you, would it make a difference?" She asked, glancing up at Jean.
Jean scowled. "No." She stated, simply.
Sophie nodded. "Would it make a difference if I said that I couldn't fight him either?" She whispered, steadying her gaze on Jean.
Jean inhaled sharply. She narrowed her eyes, but couldn't say a word. "You could have tried." She stated after a moment.
Sophie's eyes faded slightly. "I tried, and I ended up with this." She replied, pulling her dress down slightly to just over her left breast.
Jean's eyes widened at the sight. On her once friend's breast a symbol. Sophie had been branded, by the symbol she remembered all too well.
"Soph…" She began, but no other words could escape her.
Sophie smiled weakly. "I got that the night I decided to stand up to him. I was lucky I guess." She replied, sadly, straightening her dress to cover up the scar.
Jean clenched her jaw. "Yeah, he didn't rape you." She stated, simply.
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