A/N: Yes I know, I'm a terrible person who has not updated in 46 years, I suck big time. In case you forgot, in the last part, Klaus was feeling a bit more for Caroline than the casual relationship they had set up, especially when he got all jealous and possessive over the interest Damon had in her. This picks up that same night.

Big thanks to Tanya (angellus08) for beta-ing this and turning my word vomit into something readable.

"When did I become so old?" She sighed heavily as she put her drink down on the table in their booth.

"Stop whining," Bonnie responded, "You're not old! Is that what you want me to say?"

"No seriously Bonnie, look at that group of girls over there, I'm sure they were elementary school when I graduated college, and 98% sure that one is wearing a top as a dress. All these nightclubs do is make me feel twenty times older…and fat."

"You're delusional!" Bonnie rolled her eyes, "And there's no other way to kiss my student years goodbye than to party like we're 18. So paste on that perfect smile of yours, fix your cleavage, and help me score us some free drinks. I don't care if it is a week night, after seven years of studying I deserve this, tonight neither of us are leaving this establishment sober or alone."

Caroline laughed. It was so rare to see Bonnie letting loose and enjoying herself. For the past couple of years she had been chained to the library, between studying in order to keep up her grades so she would not lose her scholarship, her TA job and taking care of her aging grandmother, Bonnie's life did not leave room for fun. But now that a giant load had just been taken off her shoulders, Caroline was more than willing to help her let her hair down.

And despite all her inhibitions Caroline made it her mission to enjoy herself with Bonnie that night, as they took shots, and danced and flirted with unsuspecting males. It was only once Bonnie had bumped into one of her former classmates that Caroline allowed herself a reprieve, to sit in the booth again, to get away from the oily men who would say whatever they could in the hope of a grope.

She used her straw to stir her cocktail slowly as she watched Bonnie lean a little too close to her sexy college friend, Alessandro or some other Italian name that just reeked of sex, and she knew Bonnie had her ride home sorted. Caroline began bopping along to the music in her seat (the DJ was really killing it, she should make friends with him, he might be famous one day) when she heard a low groan next to her. She peeked over the leather divider and saw a man and one of the teens (yes the one that was wearing a top as a dress, she certainly had an agenda) lying down and getting hot and heavy in the next booth.

She was taken aback at the crudeness of the scene in front of her before she shook her head indignantly. Hells no, was some kid who was probably in diapers when she was getting her braces taken out going to be getting some while she goes home empty handed and without thinking she pulled out her phone. The text took no time at all and she resumed to sipping her drink, she briefly thought over the fact that she didn't consider making a night of it with anyone of the men at the club, her mind immediately went to him. But she brushed her thoughts aside, she had always been a cautious person, random hook ups with stranger were not her forte.

She was a woman sitting alone in a booth, therefore it seemed as if she had a giant target on her back, saying 'hit on me' and after she shooed the sixth guy away as she waited for him to arrive she began to have a fake conversation on her phone about 'that business meeting' but when he made his way through the roped entrance of the club so could not help the bright smile that adorned her face.

Like a magnet he did not look too hard before his eyes fell on her, and her stomach lurched when the crinkles around his eyes became prominent, signifying that he was offering her that smile that never ceased to get her weak in her knees. Her addiction to this man was becoming far out of her control.

"Miss me, love?" He said as he approached her and pecked her on her lips.

She sighed, "More like I was starved for entertainment and I figured since you are British there is a good chance that you are descended from a 15th century court jester or something, it was either that or the man in the corner who looks like a monkey. You were the safest bet, and least likely to throw poop at me."

"I wouldn't be so sure of that," he smirked as he stretched out opposite her in the booth, "Weren't you out with your friend, Bonnie? Where is she?"

"She's over there making out with that guy that looks like he belongs on a fireman calendar, but we can skooze over there so you can meet her and she can come up for air."

"And then we can go dance?"

"Oh he dances too, what other tricks does Mr. Mikaelson have up his sleeve?"

Klaus moved out of the booth and stood in front of her, offering her his hand as he helped her get out of the booth and tugged her arm to pull her against his chest before leaning down and whispering in her ear, "Oh Miss Forbes, I have many hidden talents which would be my pleasure to acquaint you with."

She shuddered, her body regaining that familiar ache that just seemed to yearn for him. She blinked twice as he stared down at her, once again wondering when this man crawled so deeply under her skin that he seemed to disorientate her from the rest of the world.

He cleared his throat before saying, "So, are you going to lead the way?"

She nodded vaguely before grabbing his hand and leading him to where Bonnie and Alessandro were currenting inspecting each other's tonsils. She cleared her throat loudly but due to the loud music inside the club, Bonnie and co. were none the wiser to her efforts. She bit her lip, thinking for a moment before tapping Bonnie twice on her shoulder, hard enough that it could snap her out of her current lust haze. Bonnie unraveled herself and turned to look at her, a confused (and slightly annoyed) look on her face,

"Bonnie!" She shouted, fighting to be heard over the noise in the club, "This is Klaus, the friend that I told you about." Klaus moved to shake Bonnie's hand as Caroline raised her eyebrows purposely before Bonnie seemed to catch her drift. Bonnie stood up swiftly, grabbing Klaus' hand, "Nice to meet you, Klaus, I've heard so much about you."

Caroline shot her an indignant look.

"All good things I hope?" Klaus countered, his charming smile in place.

Bonnie gave her a quick glance. "Definitely good things," she responded with a salacious smile, "So did you just run into Caroline here or did she invite you?"

Caroline interjected, "I called him to come save me from drinking alone after you ditched me for Italian Stallion over there."

Bonnie laughed, knowingly. Caroline joined her, relishing in the fact that her friend was enjoying life again. Responsibility when you are young is all good and well but when it gets to the point where your youth is diminished because you are taking on more than you can chew it becomes a problem and she was happy to see that Bonnie was not above being saved from falling into that dark pit of despair.

"Okay, we're going to be dancing if you need me, and if you leave make sure to let me know, don't just go disappearing," she added in a stern voice.

"Yes mom!" Bonnie made a mock salute before returning to Alessandro, as Caroline grabbed Klaus' hand and led him to the dance floor.

The music was loud but the beat was no match for his heart as Caroline's hips repeatedly moved against his own, somewhere in the back of his lust-filled mind he recognised the fact that this was the first time that they were out in public together, the first time she had introduced him to someone in her life, and hoped that this meant she was starting to see their liaison as being something that ventures beyond the bedroom.

Her back was to him, the potent scent of her hair, which he was slowly becoming addicted to, overpowered all his senses as he spread his large hands on her abdomen and one of smaller ones joined his, her fingers intertwining with his, the scorch of her touch burning him. He was so enthralled with her that he did not even notice everytime the song changed, the only indication being the change in the pace of the way her hips moved against his.

Klaus Mikaelson was no fool. But he was a fool for this woman.

She turned her head slightly and smiled at him, a look of pure happiness adorning her face, before she leaned in to kiss him, almost as if she was grateful simply because he was there. There were many times through their complicated relationship that Klaus felt as if she was simply in it for the sex, that she would come around one day and he had simply beaten her to the punch as to what he wanted the future of their relationship to be. But then there were moments like these, when she looked at him with so much affection that he knew that she must feel the same about him as he did about her.

He pulled away slowly, "a drink?" She nodded before turning around and capturing his lips with hers once again. "Be quick!" She said and winked at him, as she made her way back to Bonnie's booth, where some more of their friends had arrived and apparently pulled Bonnie away from Alessandro.

"Well well well, if it isn't Miss Mystic Falls 2010," their old friend Lexie said as Caroline climbed into the booth, "You know I was just telling Matt the other day, we haven't seen you around lately bossing us around, telling us we're organising our cake knifes wrong and stuff, and now I see why." Lexie shot a knowing look at the bar.

Caroline blushed. "I've been meaning to come and visit, but work has been hectic."

"Ya, work," Lexie snorted, "'Work' sure looks good in a white shirt, and the way 'Work' moved his hips on the dance floor I'm sure 'Work' makes you forget about your priorities pretty quickly. So are you guys official, should I be giving him my initiation interrogation? Bonnie just said he's your boss and that you two are fucking like rabbits on speed."

"Bonnie!" Caroline exclaimed.

"Well, to be honest that's what it looks like in my head when you talk about your sexcapades," Bonnie shrugged and carried on drinking.

"No, we aren't official. I'm doing that whole relationships cleanse thing, just casual sex, weighing up options, you know, what the cool kids do."

"But yet, he's the only one you are sleeping with...almost every night…" Bonnie added.

Caroline shot her a scathing look before responding with, "I don't plan it like that, it just kind of happens."

"So does he know you see him as just a casual fling? Because he looks at you like you are Helen of Troy," Lexie asked.

"He knows," Caroline answered timidly, hoping her friends wouldn't ask her to elaborate. "So who are all these drinks for?" She asked, shocked that she never noticed that the table in the booth had suddenly become filled with drinks.

"Well, they were for Bonnie," Lexie replied, "Me and her other college friends went a little wild with the idea of celebrating, but then Bonnie said she very much wanted to make a night of it with that gentleman over there and prefer not to be shitfaced so she'd actually remember it. So now we have drinks for everyone"

Bonnie nodded in agreement before glancing around the venue and grabbing Caroline's arm, "Care, someone is making a move on your...um...Klaus."

Caroline turned around swiftly and was faced with the image of Klaus deep in conversation with a brunette at the bar. Her stomach twisted as her biggest fear came into fortification, the real reason why she didn't want to entertain the thoughts of her and Klaus becoming anything more than what they currently were, she knew that one day Klaus would find someone that was more interesting, prettier or smarter than she was and he would leave, and if she did not give all of herself to him there would be less to hurt.

"What are you still doing here? Go fight for your man," Lexie said with a nudge.

Caroline forced out a laugh. "No, Klaus is a free man, he can do whatever he pleases."

"Ya, I believe that you're okay with this almost as much as I believe that it wasn't you who filled Logan Fell's car with milk that was past it's sell by date after he cheated on you."

Caroline continued to stare at the couple at the bar as she ignored Lexie, until the woman's head turned and Caroline realised that she had seen that beauty before: the thick dark hair, the almond-shaped eyes, the full lips, she looked like a model or at the very least the star of every man's fantasy.

"I know her," she whispered to Bonnie and Lexie.

"Who? Megan Fox over there? From where?" Bonnie asked.

"She works with us, Hayley Marshall, she's an associate like me, she just transferred from the New Orleans office," she sighed, "Now I definitely can't go over, if she finds out about us, the whole office will know by tomorrow."

WIthout thinking, Caroline grabbed another drink and slurped it down as she watched Hayley laugh at something Klaus said and her rest her hand on his upper arm. Seriously though, how long does it take to get a drink in this club, she was going to write a lengthy complaint online about the service in this place. She wished she could just call him over and tell him that there were more than enough drinks for him at the table but she feared that even if she sent Bonnie or Lexie to tell him, Hayley might join them, so she hoped he had the good sense to brush her off, although she doubted any man had ever brushed Hayley Marshall off before.

Once she got started on her third drink, Lexie grabbed her arm, "Care, that has stroh rum in it, remember Matt's birthday party, stroh rum is not your friend." Caroline ignored her and wolfed down the drink, by the time Klaus had made it to the booth with her cosmopolitan, she was seeing two of him.

"Took him long enough," Lexie muttered under her breath, before standing up and stretching her hand out to Klaus, "Hi, I'm Lexie, Caroline's extremely overprotective friend, and you are?"

Klaus took her hand politely, "I'm Klaus, Caroline's friend from work."

"Well Klaus from work, Caroline over here seems to have been unable to wait for you to finish your conversation and decided to drink almost every drink at the table, I ordered her a glass of water but I think she's going to be done for the night soon."

Klaus stretched his arm out behind Caroline in the booth as she drank her water obediently, "Sure, let me just finish my drink and then I'll make sure that she gets home." Lexie nodded and continued her conversation with one of Bonnie's college friends as Klaus sipped his scotch and stroked Caroline's back encouragingly.

She looked up at him, "Klaus, do you know what?"

"What is it, love?"

"Panini is a funny word. Pa-ni-ni. Panini," she laughed to herself before saying in a singsong voice, "Panini, panini, oh panini, oh don't you cry for me, I came from Alabama with a panini on my knee" and then she burst out laughing as if it was the funniest joke on the planet.

Klaus downed his drink before tugging on her arm, "Okay love, I see what your friend said, you've had more than enough, let's get you home."

She pouted, "But I don't want to go home, I want to go with you. Your bed is warmer than mine."

He chuckled before saying the necessary farewells to her friends, and promising Bonnie and Lexie that he would not be taking advantage of her and lead her towards his car. She was still singing her panini song as he strapped her into the passenger seat and climbed in behind the wheel.

"So my little panini, how hungover do you think you're going to be for work tomorrow morning?"

She groaned loudly, "I was so sure today was Saturday! How could you let me get drunk on a week night? Katherine is going to have my head."

"Oh no, you're not putting the blame on me, when I left you, you were very much sober," he responded.

"But you were gone so awfully long, I had to do something," she said before resuming her panini song.

Her apartment wasn't far from the pub, and when Klaus pulled up outside and unbuckled her seat belt, she sighed sadly before searching in her clutch bag for her keys. She searched through every compartment (the bag really wasn't that big) before she let out an annoyed groan.

"It isn't anywhere! I must have dropped it in the booth or somewhere! I'm stupid," she exclaimed and she started sobbing.

Klaus grabbed her bag and began to look himself, "Sweetheart, you are anything but stupid, you must have just misplaced it. Do you have a spare set?"

"Bonnie has it," she said in between sobs, "But she's going home from Alessandro and I don't want to spoil her night."

"Okay, no need to cry, you can stay at my place for the night, and then you can call Bonnie tomorrow or we can go visit the locksmith after work," he said.

She nodded, "If that's okay with you?"

He took her hand and rubbed his thumb against her palm softly, "Of course it is" He lifted her hand up and softly kissed her palm, his eyes not leaving hers before leaning over her to buckle her in and started up the car again.

She was silent on the way back to his home, her mind working overtime. He wondered what changed between the two rides and he considered whether she dreaded staying over at his place, breaking yet another one of her rules. But he shrugged it off, this was purely a coincidence and a way to make sure that she was not sleeping outside.

It was only once they were in his apartment that she returned to her usual chirpy self, bouncing from one armchair to another before plonking herself down on his couch, he watched her, amused, there couldn't be anything in the world more adorable than Caroline drunk.

"Klaus, do you know your apartment smells like the woods? But like clean woods, woodsy, like the air freshener in my dad's car."

Klaus moved to sit down next to her on the couch, "It could be whatever the housekeeper uses to polish the furniture. So love should I go fetch you something to sleep in and then we can retire?"

Barely a minute passed and Caroline had launched herself on to Klaus' lap, she straddled his legs before leaning down and whispered in his ear, "I don't need any clothes to sleep in." Her breath tickled his ear and Klaus tensed up. He knew she was drunk and it was beyond inappropriate for him to take advantage of her in a present state, but he could not help the fact that this woman could turn him on like a light switch whenever he was in her presence. She proceeded to kiss down his neck, pushing aside the collar of his white shirt, her one hand draped over his shoulder while the other was making quick work of his buttons. He was lost in the moment, his mind returning to that Caroline-induced haze which had found himself in so often over the past couple of months, no other woman had ever transfixed him as the one who was currently in his arms.

But then her hand brushed over his lower abdomen and he could feel his little friend down below come alive, hastily he grabbed her hand, "Caroline, stop." Yet she carried on kissing his chest, until he gripped her shoulders and gently pulled her away from him.

"What? Am I doing something wrong?" She asked, horrified.

"No love, you're perfect. But you are drunk and you do need to sleep it off."

"Why do you care if I'm drunk?" She said angrily as she climbed off him and stood up, "If I was sober we would be having sex right now, so why don't you want to sleep with me?"

"Of course I want to sleep with you," he responded exasperatedly, "I always want to sleep with you, but it isn't what's best for you right now."

"Really Klaus? Or is it because I'm not the one you really wanted to take me home tonight? Because you are always so eager for me to come home with you and keep asking me to spend the night but all of a sudden you don't want that anymore. Is it because I don't have thick dark hair? Or because my lips doesn't do that whole permanent pouty thing."

"Caroline, what on earth are you talking about?" He asked in confusion.

"Hayley Marshall," she said with a resigned sigh, "You were clearly enjoying her company much more than mine tonight, and after you were with her you weren't interested in me anymore."

He couldn't believe it, it seemed almost preposterous that this woman that he worshipped, that he would move heaven and earth for just to be in her presence had no idea the effect that she had on him, did not know that he craved just to be near her, that everyone else dimmed in comparison to her light. Somewhere between a lost touch and a giddy smile she had crept into his heart, and yet she still thought that he was only interested in her for sex.

"Caroline," he said testily, standing up, "Believe me there was no other woman in the entire country, no world, I would rather be with tonight. I barely even spared a thought for Hayley, apparently she moved from New Orleans with her fiance and her daughter. She was at the club meeting up with her old college friends and couldn't find the smoking section and then she asked me a couple of questions about Katherine, nothing scandalous at all."

Caroline still seemed unsure but Klaus took her hand and led her to the bedroom, "Let's get you ready for bed and then we can talk about it in the morning."

It was in the dead of night when she laid in his arms, her soft body fitting so comfortably against him, and subconsciously she kept on leaning against him trying to feel more, that he wondered whether he was right on the dance floor about her returning his feelings. Much of her earlier confession had to do with the tremendous amount of alcohol she consumed, but what if her fears, her insecurities, were coming from a place that was scared of how much she cared about him. Maybe seeing him with Hayley, was similar to how he felt when he saw her with Damon. But he did not dare hope.

He was Klaus Mikaelson, he did not spend his time pondering over the possibilities. He made things happen, and now that he knew that she cared, he would not rest until she was his, but first he had to get her to understand how perfect she was to him and how no woman could compare.

When she awoke the next morning she realised three things: 1. There was a banshee screaming in her ear; 2. Her sheets were definitely not this soft; 3. She was currently undergoing the tasty pleasure of someone with a talented mouth kissing her stomach. She reluctantly lifted her head, as she saw a familiar blonde curls bouncing down her lower region.

"Klaus?" She croaked unattractively.

The blonde head lifted slowly, and he shot her a knowing smirk and said, "Morning, love" before he lifted his Henley that she was sleeping in a little higher, her lack of protestation encouraging him to go further.

She groaned loudly, and fell back onto the pillow as his tongue licked along the waistband of her underwear, dipping it underneath the lace at strategic moments. His hands gripped her waist on either side and began to roll down the lace at a torturously slow pace while his lips continued it's worship of her body.

He lifted himself off her body just to remove her underwear and toss it on to the floor before he situated himself between her legs again. His warm breath ghosted over her center, sending a cold shock through her nerves, her muscles clenching in anticipation as he got closer to his destination.

"You have got to stop spoiling me so much," she muttered, but cursed herself when she felt his rough stubble brushing against her thighs stop abruptly before he lifted his face up and responded, "Believe me love, this is equally as beneficial for me as it is for you."

"Well in that case," she responded perkily, before pushing his head back down between her legs.

He chuckled before, without warning, his mouth latched onto her core, her laugh immediately turning into a moan, as his mouth moved insistently over the area that yearned for him almost as much as her heart. His tongue slipped through her folds, deliberately tracing a path and sending her in a frenzy like no other. If she had her wits about her, she would be self-conscious about the loud, animal farm noises she was making but in the moment she did not care.

When she was in high school, she detested the term 'eating you out', it sounded vulgar and uncouth and perhaps it was, but for the first time she fully understood the phrase as Klaus devoured on her as if she was a four-course meal and he was a starved man. His tongue was everywhere, but also everywhere where it needed to be, he hit spots inside of her that she didn't even realise she wanted to be hit. His tongue hit her clit forcibly three times, determined to make her lose her mind. And just before she was about to unravel, he stopped.

"What the hell, Klaus?" She exclaimed as he moved up her body, "Did I say you could stop?"

He chucked and pecked her cheek, "No, you did not, your majesty. But I have decided to play torturer this morning, and you shall not get what you want until I get what I want."

Caroline arched her eyebrow challenging, "And what is it that you want?"

He smirked and captured her lips, the sultry taste of her on his tongue, invaded not only her mouth but her senses too. She was a critical person, even during sex, she could be enjoying herself but she always made mental notes on how the experience could be more enjoyable or what her partner could have done better. But Klaus did not even give her chance to critique his techniques, she could not find fault, he was like her personal sex god.

When she felt his manhood brushing her core, she whimpered weakly, before he pulled away again and she made a disgruntled noise (what the hell was he playing at?).

"First I want you to say, 'I'm beautiful, I'm strong, and any man who doesn't choose me first is a bloody idiot," he said, his smile firmly in place.

"Klaus, don't be silly," she breathed out, "Just stick it in already."

Klaus lifted up his eyebrows and proceeded to dip his tip into her quivering center before pulling it out again.

"Urgh!" She let out in frustration, "Are you the devil?" She screamed.

He smiled at her wolfishly, "I could be, now is there something you want to tell me?"

"Ya ya ya, I'm pretty and stuff," she groaned out.

He stopped dead. "No, repeat after me, 'I am beautiful."

"Klaus, this is silly."

"Caroline," he said with a serious look, "for every minute that you stall I will put an item of clothing on."

"I am beautiful."

He smiled victoriously, and pushed his tip back inside of her slowly, "and I'm strong."

"And I'm strong," she whimpered out as he went deeper inside of her.

"And any man who doesn't choose me first is a bloody idiot," he stated, surprised that he could still compose himself when being entrenched in her tight sheath was overwhelming him so much.

She giggled faintly before repeating after him, pulling his head down for a passionate kiss as he pulled out of her and thrust back in more forcibly, causing her body to move back instinctively and her breath to catch.

"And say, you'll go out with me on Friday, on a real date?" He sounded almost nervous, but too lost in the moment to care.

"Later, we'll talk later, I can't think right now," which was true, her brain seemed to be on lockdown, where all it processed was the sensational feeling of his cock roughly moving against her walls, "And you need to stop talking."

She gripped her thighs around him and switched positions, landing on top of him before promptly aligned his cock against her entrance and resumed their previous activities. His hands immediately fell to her waist, guiding her movements as her hips revolved around his pelvic bone.

He laid back, watching her, admiring her, before her back arched and she let out a wanton moan, her breath staggering as she felt the pleasure overriding her, he was not far behind as he clutched her to him, releasing it all in her.

She fell onto his chest, limp and sated she seemed far far away, her eyes clouded in a frustrating mixture of anxiety and excitement, leaving him bewildered to what she was thinking. Mindlessly, she ran her palm across his broad torso, drawing random patterns on his heated skin with her fingers before letting out a loud, happy sigh, "This is how I want to start every morning," she mumbled, snuggling up and over him as she rested her head right on top of his heart.

Her words were vague, but they carried hope, the same kind of hope he'd felt while asking her out to dinner, to a real date. Instinctively, his hand moved to stroke her hair, the other securing her against him, as both worked overtime trying to interpret the meaning behind her words, and where it would lead them.

A/N: She never did agree to that date, did she? In the teaser last time I said she breaks one of her rules in this chapter, although she actually broke two - Klaus met her friends and she stayed the night with him.

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