"Don't move," she sighed still half asleep, "I'm comfy."
Klaus smiled to himself staying perfectly still his eyes shut thinking of the physical pull that drew him to Caroline.
The fire that grew inside of him the moment he laid eyes on her.
He asked Elijah once what it felt like when he found his mate.
Elijah chuckled saying, "Niklaus, you'll know her just as she will know you. Your body will turn to fever. You'll contemplate leaving and inevitably stay. Your heart will stop and hers will start."
Klaus thought his brother had turned into a sap but looking back now he believed him to be right.
Lying on the couch with his mate after a night of drinking and talking was quite fulfilling he smiled thinking he would recommend it.
"I wasn't moving," he murmured in her hair, "You were squirming against me," he teased.
Caroline smiled feeling too good wrapped in his embrace.
"I was having a good dream," she mumbled sheepishly feeling his fingers brushing up her back sending tingly sensations all over her.
He heard her shallow breaths as his hand twitched accidentally moving.
He swore if he had less self control he might have needed to excuse himself for getting too excited.
Her hand lay over his forearm delighting her as she felt the muscles that would soon drive her into sweet oblivion.
She flushed at the mere thought of it and wondered idly how she would feel when they gave in.
Caroline grew warm as her mind wandered into the gutter.
"You know I can smell you right?" His voice came through cutting into her fantasy.
"It's my wolf," she said adamantly swatting him as he chuckled she smiled mounting his waist which silenced him.
"Like you haven't thought about it," Caroline said as he sat up so they were fast to face repositioning them.
"I have many times over since I met you," Klaus admitted without missing a beat, "If were telling secrets, " he whispered moving closer as he placed his hands on her waist.
"I think I dreamt of you last night," he murmured his breath fanning over her face, "I remember his warmth," he said rubbing her sides.
"This smell," he added his voice lowering an octave as he buried his face in her curls, "I don't know what it is," he said his eyes searching hers.
"It's magnetic," she whispered in the otherwise quiet room as she set her hands on his shoulders, "It's not supposed to be helped."
"I'm not fighting it," he murmured with a small smile his attitude changing from the night before.
"I don't want you to," she told him keeping to herself that she dreamt of him too, that she felt him coming and there was no way to escape.
It didn't matter how he ended up where he was last night because he was here now their gazes met in silence.
The second he blinked and felt her eyes on his, the moment he looked into hers he felt it. He felt his heart stop and heard hers start.
He felt them sync just like their breaths, just like his brother said in a silence that said everything and nothing at once.