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Okay! And now I give you chapter 2!

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"Come. I need a drink." He took her hand and Caroline could only follow.

As they made their way toward the grand kitchen, Caroline caught a glimpse of herself in the hallway mirror. With her free hand she furiously tried to fix her hair that was matted to her head because of how she slept. She ran her thumb underneath her eyes to take away the smudge of her makeup and then continued with trying to comb through her hair with her fingers. She didn't know why she was so concerned with her appearance. If she was honest with herself, she never worried about how she looked in front of him before.

Klaus could hear her change of breathing and caught whiffs of her vanilla scented locks as they walked on. He glanced over his shoulder and raised an eyebrow.

"What?" she asked defensively. And then all of sudden it clicked with her. She liked him and she knew it for a fact because she only ever acted this way, as a human, when she was attracted to someone.

As a vampire, she always battled with herself, refusing to believe that she was attracted to Klaus in anyway, but now, now it was confirmed that her feelings for him were deeper than hate or disgust; she cared for him.

He stopped walking and turned to face her. He brushed his thumb down the side her cheek. "You're beautiful, Caroline. No need to worry over your looks around me."

She blushed at his words and at the fact that he knew her concern. He continued to look at her and Caroline finally saw the desire in his eyes. She could tell he wanted to kiss her but she became nervous that she only wanted him to want her because of her needy personality. She didn't want to be that girl again. Human Caroline. She didn't want to give into a guy, or Klaus, just because of the way he looked at her. She didn't want to give in just because she was told she was beautiful.

Or did she?

The petty concerns she had as a human were now conflicting with the confidence she gained as a vampire. It was confusing and frustrating and the more she thought about it the more nervous she became.

"Thanks," she replied softly, not knowing what else to say.

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Klaus could sense that she was uneasy. She took a seat at the kitchen island as he perused through the cabinets for his preferred drink. The moment he saw her he wanted to kiss her until she couldn't breathe. Literally. He wasn't sure if he liked her alive. He wasn't sure if he couldn't stomach the fact that she was so easily breakable. He wanted her love, her soul, her body, but he wanted her for an eternity and he would settle for no less.

"So I guess you put me in your bed earlier?" Caroline mentally berated herself for her choice of words.

He turned around smirking with two shot glasses and a bottle of tequila in his hand. He set them on the island counter and filled the glasses. "Is it still my bed, love?"

"You know what I meant, Klaus." She picked up the glass and took the shot swiftly and then pushed the glass back toward him so he could refill it. The burn in her throat was harsher as a human but she welcomed it, silently praying it would keep her inner thoughts from forming into words.

He threw back his own shot and then refilled both their glasses. "Well you didn't look comfortable sleeping in my chair."

He admitted to himself that he was indeed even more curious about her. Granted he knew almost everything about her, he never knew her as a human. Every once in a while he would catch her looking at his body, and every time he did, she would look away as if she were shy. There was a slight blush on her cheeks and even though she seemed to be unsure of herself, he was sure he still loved her.

"Your chair?" she teased. She knew she was beginning to flirt with him but she couldn't stop herself.

Klaus, however, could. "Why didn't you tell me, Caroline?"

She frowned. "I assumed Rebekah told you after she left. And then when I didn't hear anything from you…"

He gripped the edge of the counter in anger. He was going to have words with his baby sister when he returned to New Orleans. He focused his eyes back on hers and could see how tense she became. He moved around the counter toward her and he watched her eyes go wide. "I wasn't informed," he told her. When she didn't relax he grew even angrier because the last thing he wanted was for her to fear him. "I'm not going to hurt you, Caroline," he said, not meaning for it to sound like a growl. He wished she would stop fidgeting.

Caroline looked away and took a deep breath. "Why are you here?"

Klaus also took a moment to breathe. She didn't understand that his anger wasn't towards her so he fought to calm himself. "I left a few items of importance in the attic which are now needed in New Orleans."

"So that's it?" she began as she scooted off the barstool. She scolded herself for letting herself believe he had come for her. "You're here just to pick up some dusty items. Well," she took another shot and scrunched her face from the after burn, "don't let me stop you."

With that she walked out of the kitchen.

Klaus followed her into the dining room. Her disappointed tone wasn't lost on him. "You've missed me," he stated as if it was a fact.

"I have not!" Caroline shouted, turning to face him from across the room. She hated that she answered him so fast because it just proved he was right.

"Sweetheart—"

"If you say one thing about me being lured to the dark side or whatever I'll…" She couldn't finish her threat because for the first time she felt beneath him. Small.

"You'll what?" he asked, amused as he stalked towards her.

"Nothing." She sounded defeated.

He frowned at her quick surrender. Her usual inner fight was gone with her immortality and even though her sarcasm was always hurtful towards him, he missed it. He decided to change the subject. "Does Tyler know?"

She turned again and began to walk away. "Matt called him and left a message. I haven't heard from him."

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Klaus had been in his studio for nearly an hour. Caroline had gone to his room and slammed the door, making it clear she did not want to speak to him.

It was true that he did need a few items from his attic, mostly old books that were about ancient werewolf bloodlines, but he chose to retrieve them himself for a reason. He had to see her.

Ever since he left for New Orleans, the memory of their kiss haunted him every day. He remembered that it almost didn't happen. He remembered her calling out to him last minute and then her rushing into his arms and finally, finally he felt the softness of her lips upon his.

He stared at the large painting they both looked at the night of the ball. The room smelled like her and the scent was fairly stronger than many of the other rooms. He smiled, concluding that she spent a lot of time in his favorite room.

From there he began to wander in and out of every room. Smelling her presence in some and her near complete absence in others. He noted how clean everything was. No dust. Everything was orderly. Items were organized.

The mansion was rather large and nothing was out of place. There was no mess to be found. He laughed quietly as he accepted how utterly and intensely neurotic she was as a human.

Human. My Caroline is human. Someone up there must really despise me.

He wandered into the library and stood in front of the large bay windows. The storm outside was incessant but he could sense the sun would rise in a couple of hours. He looked over his shoulder in the direction of his room.

Enough of this. He wanted her and he knew she wanted him. They had played cat and mouse for over a year and it was only until he had to leave did he see a glimmer of what she truly felt for him.

The night still clung to the sky and he decided he would see a change of heart before he saw the light of day.

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Caroline held her head between her hands as she sat against the bedroom door. She'd slammed the door to prove how uninterested she was in him but now she felt miserable. Unwanted.

She sighed in aggravation because she knew she brought it upon herself to literally shut him out.

"Caroline. Open the door, love."

Her head shot up at the sound of his voice, and just like that, all her nerves and butterflies filled her stomach. She wasn't ready for him. She knew that if she continued to talk to him, her feelings for him would grow even stronger.

"Sweetheart, don't make me force my way in. After all, you did say it was my bed."

She could hear the smile in his voice and she smiled at it. No. I can't like him. I only feel this way because I'm human and I just want to give into silly emotions but I can't do it. Not with him. It wouldn't work out. It's unacceptable. That's why I used to turn him down, right? Did I ever love Tyler? Of course I did. Oh my god what is wrong with me? I like Klaus. I want Klaus.

Just then she felt the door being pushed from behind her.

"Okay! I'll open the door! Just stop pushing!" She stood up and yanked the door open dramatically. "Happy?"

"Quite."

She crossed her arms in front of her. "Well?" she asked expectantly.

Klaus knew what he wanted to do but he didn't want to force her. He could see the desire in her eyes. Still, she has to decide.

"Well? What do you want?" she asked again, except she stuttered because he had taken a step towards her and was now in her personal space.

"You know what I want, Caroline. It's the reason why you've shut yourself away in here." She scoffed, trying to prove indifference but he wasn't falling for it.

"Klaus. It's not going to happen." She took in a breath and then exhaled loudly. "When you left…when we kissed…that was a one time thing. It didn't mean anything."

"I have missed you, Caroline." Klaus reached up and tucked her hair back. "You consume my every waking thought." He leaned in and whispered in her ear, sending shivers down her spine. "And every night, every single night, Caroline, you're in my dreams." He shut the door behind him without breaking eye contact with her. Reaching for her, he grasped her upper arms and guided her until her back was against the wall. "Sometimes I can't decide if seeing you in them is a blessing of some sort." He noticed her chest begin to rise and fall faster and faster, her heart beating frantically as his eyes roamed her body. "Then again, I've never been a holy man. So I guess that makes them nightmares." He leaned his forehead against hers and shut his eyes. "Caroline, you know how I feel about you, and while I hate to press for time, I must remind you that you no longer have forever."

Caroline kept her hands balled into fists at the sides of her body. She desperately fought to keep herself from reaching out and touching him. Everything he was saying to her was setting her body on fire. Everything he was saying to her was exactly what she had been dealing with while he had been gone. But she still had one more question for him. "Is it true? Did you sleep with Hayley?"

Out of all the things she could have said to him, that was the last thing he expected to hear. He didn't know how she found out but he scowled at the memory of the she-wolf. "Yes."

His answer was the reason she began to cry. She felt betrayed and then was angry with herself because she didn't have a right to be upset with him. She hated Hayley but what Klaus did was his business. Right? He was never mine. I can't be upset with him if he was never mine. Stop crying. Get a hold of yourself. Stop crying!

"It was a moment of weakness," he whispered as he cupped her face. "It meant nothing." He, too, knew that he technically didn't owe her an explanation but the guilt he felt dictated him otherwise.

She shook her head as if to clear it. "It doesn't matter. I, I, what you do is your business." She looked him in the eyes. "Please let me go."

He frowned. "Is that what you really want, Caroline."

She leaned her head back against the wall and squeezed her eyes shut. "No."

And for the first time in months, Klaus felt a weight lifted from his shoulders. Before she opened her eyes, he leaned in and kissed her.

They both gasped the moment their lips touched each other's. Caroline immediately wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back with as much force as she could. She felt weak but she didn't care. She was kissing Klaus, and at that realization she began to feel empowered.

Klaus had never been intimate with a human for only pure reasons but for Caroline, his intentions were just that. Pure. He had no plans of corrupting her or using her. He truly wanted her for who she was. For what she was. An amazing woman.

He grabbed her hands and laced theirs fingers and brought them above her head against the wall. He continued to kiss her, sliding his tongue along her bottom lip making her gasp and thus allowing him to explore her mouth thoroughly.

The softness of her lips and the dance of her tongue drove him mad with want. He bucked his hips, letting her know how much he desired her.

Caroline moaned in his mouth and he continued to kiss her deeply. The grip he had on her hands began to hurt but she made no mention of it. He started to kiss her neck and then her chest, he left hot opened-mouthed kisses over her shoulders and her face. It was as if he wanted to devour her but only so to gain pleasure. He released her hands and then slid his slowly down the sides of her body until they were holding her hips.

Again, the strength in his hands felt bruising to her but she didn't care. She ran her hands through his hair and over the sides of his neck constantly. She pulled at his shoulders, wanting to feel his lips on hers again. "Please," she asked breathlessly. "Kiss me."

Klaus smiled at her need. This is what he wanted. He waited for her to say such things to him for so long that the need he had for her now was tenfold. "Oh sweetheart, I can give you so much more."

He kissed her hard and deeply once more but then sank to his knees. Their eyes connected as he swiftly pulled her shorts and underwear down in one quick move. He guided her to step out of them. She gasped at the sudden feeling of nakedness in front of him but he gave her no time think about her current position.

He hooked one of her legs over shoulder and from her knee, he pressed his nose to her skin and dragged it along her inner thigh until the erotic scent of her consumed him.

Caroline sucked in her breath as she watched him. Her heart was beating wildly in her chest because she couldn't believe what was happening. He glanced up at her one last time and saw his eyes were now golden and ferocious. He gently kissed her skin just below her navel before she felt his tongue swirl against her hot center.

The feeling was exquisite. He switched from swirling to sucking to giving her long pleasurable licks that made her whine and writhe against the wall. Her hands fisted in his hair, unwilling to let him go as he continued to give her small jolts of bliss that shot through out her body.

She moaned when she felt him push his fingers into her, setting a delightful rhythm that quickly drove her to the edge. With one last flick of his tongue Caroline screamed out as she felt the waves of ecstasy ripple through every part of her body.

Klaus kissed his way up her body as he rose to his feet. He felt how weak she was after her euphoric high but when he kissed her lips, he knew they were far from being done.

He reached down and scooped her up in arms and quickly walked over to the bed. He pushed her down into the mattress but not before he stripped her of her tank top, bra, and socks she was wearing.

Caroline reached for his pants but he swatted her hands away. He grabbed her wrist and noted the single bird. "A tattoo, love?"

"I got it a few weeks ago. I, I wanted something that would last forever," she confessed.

"And your reason for choosing a bird?" he asked as he rubbed his thumb over it.

"Freedom," was all she replied.

He smiled down at her. "Free creatures such as birds shouldn't have to fly alone." She looked confused but he didn't elaborate. "I'm not done with you, love. Lie back."

Panting, she did as she was told, giving him the perfect view of her naked form. He licked his lips at the sight of her wanting nothing more than to bring her to another peak.

He adjusted them so that they were on the center of the bed and then leaned down to kiss her mouth once more before he began to kiss his was down her body.

Suddenly Caroline realized what he was about to do and she couldn't believe he was going to do it again. She was still sensitive, dizzy from the aftershocks. Pulling at his shoulders she panicked. "Wait! No, I can't!"

Klaus smirked at her as he placed his hands under her knees and then pressed her legs apart. "Oh but you will, Caroline." Before she could protest his mouth was on her again, his tongue swirling against her silky center. She cried out at the feeling, barely able to catch her breath as he began to change and then quicken his pace.

He sunk down to lay on his stomach and released his grip on her legs, letting them splay over his shoulders and onto his back. His hands dug into her skin and then slithered up her sides until they began to massage her breasts. She cried out again, lost in the sensations he was giving her.

He slipped his tongue just a tad further down and he groaned at the taste of her, letting his tongue sink deep inside of her until she couldn't control the movements of her hips.

This went on for a while. Her hips rose up and down, meeting the thrusts of his tongue as his hands simultaneously teased her breasts. She covered his hands with hers and switched to running her fingers through his hair over and over again.

Klaus peered up at her and again groaned. The sight of her panting from pleasure, her eyes shut from the intensity, was the most beautiful way he had ever seen her. In that moment he vowed he would see her like that more often.

The movement of her hips became faster until finally she shuddered and screamed out his name. Klaus could feel her essence surround his tongue and it was heavenly for him.

Again he kissed his way up her body and chuckled at how wracked she looked. His Caroline. Mine. At that thought he seized her mouth with his and tangled his tongue with hers and slanted his lips over hers viciously.

He left her only for a moment as he stripped himself of all his clothing, and Caroline caught sight of the inked flock of birds on the side of his chest and smiled at the sight. He smiled back at her, a silent understanding.

Using one hand, Klaus pinned her hands above her head and held them in a firm grasp. His other hand slid down her body and, without warning, in one swift movement he thrusted into her until he could fill her no more.

Caroline cried out from pain, her human body unfit for such a rough movement. He stilled, immediately understanding what he had done. Worriedly he cupped her face. "Sweetheart, I'm sorry. Are you okay?"

She let out a shaky breath but when her eyes connected with his, the pain she had felt vanished. She knew she was safe in his arms and in that moment, she loved him. She reached up and pulled his face down to hers. She kissed him lightly. "Yes, I'm fine," she whispered back.

She slid her hands down his muscular back and squeezed his backside, urging him to go ahead.

Klaus moaned at her touch and buried his tongue in her mouth again as he began to thrust into her at a steady pace. The feeling of their bodies pressed against each other. The heat of her human body, the softness of her skin, the taste of her very core, the sounds she made, the addicting scent of her. Klaus was lost in her. Moving his hips faster at every thought of her until the bed itself began to shake.

The roughness of his movements made her pant hard as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, holding on for her dear, fragile, life. "Don't stop!" she begged as he circled his hips to push into her deeper.

"Never," he whispered hoarsely back. His hot breath brushed against the side of her neck. He felt the extreme urge to sink his fangs into her soft flesh but he also knew it would be painful to her so he restrained himself.

"Klaus, don't leave me," she pleaded. She held him as tight as she could as her insecure thoughts were voiced.

He growled. Her words stirring a possessiveness inside of him. "You're mine, Caroline. Only mine."

His words pushed over the edge and for the third time she cried out as pleasure rippled from her center to the tips of toes and fingers and up her spine. She shook underneath him and he felt her squeeze him delightfully, making him shudder and groan as he found his release.

They held each other as they stilled, gazing into each other's eyes as the aftershocks of pleasure continued to warm their bodies. He pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. "You're mine, Caroline." He brushed away her tears tenderly.

Pulling back the bed sheets, he adjusted them so that they were under the covers. Caroline was spent, purely exhausted from his passion for her. She was barely awake as he moved her on her side and he spooned her from behind. Wrapping his arm around her body, he pressed one last kiss on her shoulder and then they both drifted to sleep as the sun began to rise.

**Wow. I'm pretty sure that was the smuttiest scene I've ever written. I hope you all enjoyed that. ;)

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