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Lessons of Love, Chapter 19: Klaus to Caroline, Part 9

"Our whole life is an attempt to discover when our spontaneity is whimsical, sentimental irresponsibility and when it is a valid expression of our deepest desires and values." Hellen Merell Lynd

Caroline woke to her cell phone's obnoxiously loud ringtone. She groaned and stretched her back as her hand shot out from under the covers and absentmindedly fumbled over the objects laying on her bedside table until her fingers found the device. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, Caroline glanced at the Caller ID before she saw the time.

It was 7:20.

"This better be a freaking crisis, Nik," she answered, her voice groggy and her words slurred by sleep.

"Good morning," Klaus replied in a chipper, singsong voice that made Caroline want to beat him to a pulp.

"Seriously, Nik, it's way to early to play your games. What do you want?"

"Get up and get dressed. I'm picking you up at quarter 'til eight."

"Whyyy?" Caroline whined. "Can't you wait for, like, three more hours?"

He chuckled. "I can, but I doubt our ten, forty flight out of Richmond International can."

Caroline felt her eyes grow wide as she was catapulted into a sitting position. "What?"

"You heard me, sweetheart. Go get ready. I'll be there in twenty-five minutes."

"But, that's not enough time! I have to pack and, oh my God, how long are we going to be gone? I can't be gone for weeks. Where are we going? I need to know what to pack!"

"Caroline, sweetheart, just get yourself ready. You'll find that your mother has packed for you. I'll see you in twenty-five minutes," Klaus said and Caroline could hear an infuriating smile in his voice. He hung up and Caroline jumped out of bed, frantically getting herself ready.

"So…I'm thinking that you think you're in trouble," Caroline said as she heard Klaus walk out on the balcony nearly twelve hours after their flight had taken off.

"Why is that?" he asked, coming to stand beside her, his back to the view she was studying as he leaned on the banister.

Caroline cocked an eyebrow and looked at him. "This," she said, gesturing with her hands to where the moon was shining down onto the waters of the Mediterranean. "This random trip halfway across the globe. Why?"

Klaus studied her, a smile in his eyes. "I like being spontaneous. I think you should know that by now, love," he paused as Caroline looked at him and rolled her eyes, reminding him of the night of the Ball. He chuckled. "I thought you might like a little getaway from our beloved Mystic Falls. Is that so wrong? I didn't want to overwhelm you with a month long trip and I almost whisked you away to the Alps but I figured you to be more of a beach bum than a mountain girl."

"No, I guess it's not wrong," she said, turning to look at him. "But I still think you think you're in trouble with me…and you just wanted an excuse to see me in a bikini."

"Maybe so…but I'm a master of getting out of trouble." he chuckled.

"Whatever, Mr. Mikaelson," Caroline retorted with a smile. "You like the Alps better?"

"Don't get me wrong, I enjoy it here. But, the Mediterranean has always catered to Elijah's tastes more so than mine. I like the culture of the surrounding area-Switzerland and Austria- and then there's the remoteness of the Alps. Lots of room. Beautiful scenery, it's nice and quiet," he mussed.

"That must be your wolf talking," she said, nudging him playfully with her shoulder.

Klaus laughed, full and rich, his smile lighting up his eyes. "I've never thought of it that way. Just enjoy the next few days and we can think about the Alps later," he replied, reaching over to tuck a strand of hair that had strayed from Caroline's sloppy pony tail behind her ear.

And, enjoy it, Caroline did. She woke up early the next morning and dragged Klaus out of bed, much to his displeasure at the hour. They drove back to Ajaccio and walked around the city, Klaus pointing out the differences in the architecture.

He took her sailing, tried to teach her the ropes but all Caroline was interested in was doing was imitating the famous Titanic scene at the bow of the ship.

"I'm flying!" she giggled, turning to look at him as she stuck her arms out, leaning against the railing.

Klaus shook his head and rolled his eyes, but smiled and played along, even if he had no idea what she was talking about. Needless to say, she made him watch Titanic that night.

Caroline learned just how much Klaus loved the water (Well the ocean and sea, at least. The rain was a different story.) and had a hard time believing what he had said about the Alps as he instigated splash war after splash war when they swam in the crystal clear waters of the Mediterranean.

"You know what?" she asked, coming out onto the balcony after showering on their last night. Klaus was sitting in a chair, feet propped up on the banister, tumbler in hand.

"Do tell, sweetheart," he said with a smile as he drained the last bit of scotch from his glass. He watched Caroline as she placed her hands along the banister. Her wet hair was up in another sloppy ponytail, no makeup, wearing a simple t-shirt and Nike shorts, basking in the golden glow of the sunset. "Or are you going to leave me in suspense?" he asked, pulling her attention away from the sunset.

"You were right," she said, turning back to him.

"About?"

"Me," she whispered. "What you told me at the decade dance. That a small town life wouldn't be enough."

"I know. I don't often say things I don't believe to be true," he said with a smirk.

"Get over yourself," Caroline said, her tone disbelieving. "But, seriously. I don't wanna leave, Nik."

He stood up and pulled her to his chest slowly. Ever since their incident two and a half weeks ago, he had been patient, letting Caroline make all the moves. But he would be lying if he said he liked the slow, cautious pace she had set. He understood it but he didn't necessarily like it.

"We don't have to leave. We can stay. For as long as you want."

He felt her smirk against his chest before she turned her head to look back out to where the sun was slowly sinking into the Mediterranean.

"You know why we can't," Caroline said with a laugh. "But…maybe one day, in year," Klaus caught onto what she was doing and chuckled, "or maybe even a century…," she mussed in a mock British accent while her hand moved to rest over his heart, his arms holding her close.

He pulled back slightly so he could look at her in mock offense. "You dare use my own words against me, Caroline Forbes?" she smiled and leaned back in, hiding her laughs in his shirt. Klaus kissed the top of her head before resting his chin there. "And the accent…thank goodness we have time to work on it, love."

Caroline moved to look back up at him. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him. Klaus hesitantly returned the kiss, unsure of what Caroline was expecting.

"Caroline…" he whispered as she pulled away for a second, his breath fanning across her cheeks, their foreheads resting together. "What…?"

"I'm taking a page out of your book and being spontaneous," she replied.

"Have I ever told you how amazing you are, Caroline?" he asked as she peppered kisses along his jaw, working her way down to his neck.

"You might have mentioned it a few times. But…but I want you to show me," she whispered against his skin, her nose brushing the hollow below his ear. Klaus took her face in his hands, forcing her to look at him, as if asking for her permission to continue. All he knew was that there was no hesitation written on her features as he took in Caroline's slightly swollen lips, her bright eyes almost pleading eyes.

And then his lips were on hers, picking up where she had left off. Caroline deepened the kiss as his hands roamed her body, sliding up under her shirt.

Caroline moaned as Klaus' hold tightened, his lips moving passionately against hers, his hands gently, but firmly, caressing the bare skin of her back, fingers sliding under her bra. She tugged his neck and shoulders downwards, their tongues dancing as he picked her up and Caroline wrapped her legs around his waist. She briefly broke the kiss to pull her t-shirt over her head and his lips trailed down the new expanse of creamy skin. Moaning, she pulled her sports bra off before threading her fingers in Klaus' curls and pulling his lips back to hers. The next thing she knew, they were on the bed, shedding the rest of each other's clothing.

But, for something that was so intimate and passionate, Caroline couldn't get over how slow and gentle it was as their bodies moved together and they gasped for the air that wasn't necessary to either of them anymore.

Spontaneous actions, she guessed as her back arched against the mattress, Klaus making her shudder in delight as his lips continued to explore her skin, didn't always have to be fast paced.

How could one enjoy moments like these if they were?

A/N: Ohh lala, Klaroline sexy times in Corsica, tehehe. Once again, it's not how I originally intended for this chapter to turn out but the timing just seemed right when I wrote it and so, voila, here it is. I can only hope that if we get a Klaus/Caroline sexy times scene at some point in the future, it will be Klaus in his own body, not Tyler's...that would just be incredibly tragic. But, speaking of Klaus...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR HANDSOME, DEVILISH, AND DIMPLED HYBRID: JOSEPH MORGAN! WE LOVE YOU JOMO:)

Anyways, two songs that influenced this chapter: Kiss From a Rose by Seal and A Thousand Years by Christina Perri.

Hope you enjoyed the happier tone of this chapter and I can safely say, the next one will be much happier, too. Thanks for reading and as always, if you have a minute, please review and let me know what you think!