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I slipped into the cab before Klaus. When he walked in, he gave to the cab driver our destination. It was the Italian restaurant of Klaus -Come Prima- he had inherited as part of the business of his father. I haven't been there before, but I heard good things about it. When Klaus settled, he established himself close to me and took my hand.
Throughout the route taxi, I looked at his big and masculine hand in my, fighting the urge to get out of his touch. Not that that personal support that gave me security was not pleasant. It was good. Very good. Too good.
This was supposed to be just sex. But there he was, holding my hand.
I barely noticed that we had arrived at the restaurant, until Klaus pay the cab driver and help me down.
'You're awfully quiet' he muttered, while he twined his fingers in my hand, again to take me into the restaurant.
But before I could say anything, the maitre d ' came out with a huge smile on his face 'Signore Mikaelson, you have your private table, Sir'.
'Thanks, Luca' Klaus pronounced his name with the Italian pronunciation and I wondered if the guy was very Italian, or if it was part of the image of the restaurant. The restaurant was opulent, elegant and was packed.
Luca took us through the tables to a cozy corner, far away from the entrance and kitchen access. As a gentleman, Klaus pulled my chair, and I couldn't remember if someone had done that for me before. Tyler had never done it, I'm sure. This date seemed very real. A date between lovers. This wasn't what I wanted. 'Just so you know, I'm too smart for you seduce me'.
'Just so you know, you've already been seduced more than once. In several positions, in case you don't remember'.
Our waiter appeared and his face was shocked, probably he heard what Klaus told me 'Are you ready to order, Sir?' he asked.
'Yes' Klaus said. 'I want a steak, medium rare' he smiled softly at me. 'What do you want?'.
I smiled at him and closed my menu. 'I'll have the same. Also rare'.
The waiter took the menus and went, probably to tell others waiters what the owner of the restaurant had just said.
I said 'Hey' I kept my gaze on Klaus. 'You know what, the main point of our agreement was that you don't have to buy me a dinner for sex'.
The sommelier arrived with the red wine that Klaus had asked, and we both stayed silent while he poured a little to Klaus prove.
Pleased with it, Klaus made a gesture to the sommelier to proceed. Once he's gone, I raised my glass.
I could feel the eyes of Klaus burning inside of me.
'Maybe this is the part of 'friends'. He gently replied 'I want to spend some time with my friend, Caroline'.
'That's how things become complicated'.
'No, if we don't let it'.
He must have seen the question on my face because the next thing I felt were his fingers on my chin, gently lifting my face to him. 'Just try tonight'.
I could feel his touch with a chill ripples across my skin. I had him inside me. I knew his smell, taste and touch. I thought this would be enough. Anything more would be needed. But looking at it, I realized that wasn't enough.
'Okay'.
In response, he brushed his thumb over my mouth and smiled at me with his eyes before let me go.
And so we spent every moment together as friends. We talked about all the usual things on a date. Music. Movies, books. Hobbies. Friends. We made each other laugh. We had a good time. Klaus had always careful to make sure that he never required anything he knew I wouldn't respond. And when I let it slip and talked about my past, he changed the subject. He was a very smart man.
We were finishing dessert when a sexy voice with an accent so melodic as Rebekah, toured our table. 'Klaus, may dear, I thought it was you'.
My eyes rose to the woman who was at our table, leaning to kiss the cheek of Klaus, giving him a view of her breasts. She was a lot like Elena. How strange ... She gave me a bright smile.
'Katherine. How are you?'
She smiled and stroked his cheek affectionately, 'It's great to see you'.
I tried not to move uncomfortably with an inexplicable grip stuck in my throat. This was an ex-girlfriend. For sure.
'How's David?'.
Who was David? Please, let it be her husband.
'Ah' she waved the question with a grimace 'We are separated'.
I just wanted her to leave for us to continue with our date.
Shit! It's not a date! It's not a date!
Klaus smiled and turned to wave to me. 'Katherine, this is Caroline'.
'Hi' I smiled politely, I don't really know how to talk to an obvious ex. When I looked in that tall woman, brunette and glamorous, I realized that I was the opposite of the usual kind of Klaus. He definitely liked Brunettes.
Her eyes were sizing me up when she looked at me. After a second, her smile widened when she looked at Klaus. 'Finally a girl who hasn't been chosen to piss off your father'. She touched his shoulder affectionately. 'I'm happy for you'.
'Katherine'. Klaus was back, clenching his jaw.
'I still see you hurt with what happened'. Katherine moved and went back a step backwards. 'I think the last time I saw you was at the funeral of your father. Don't worry. It takes some time.'
She waited for someone to say something and then, as if suddenly realizing that she was meddling in our dinner, she laughed a little embarrassed. 'Anyway, I better get back to my date. Take care, Klaus. It was nice seeing you. Nice to meet you, Caroline'.
'You too' I muttered, trying to hide the fact that I felt as if someone had beaten me the stomach. I pulled a breath, an injection of adrenaline kicking my heart in a riot with Katherine watching me from a distance, without having any idea she caused tension between me and Klaus.
Klaus looked at me, very serious.
I waved to him. 'It's none of my business'.
'If that's the case, why do you look so shocked?' he passed his hand through the hair and then sighed again. The next thing I felt, that he had hooked one leg around my chair leg and was pulling me to him, till our shoulders were almost touching.
I looked at him questioningly, getting lost for a moment in his beautiful eyes.
'My father..We didn't have a good relationship'. He began softly, his eyes studying me as he explained. 'His name was Mikael. When I was ten, I overheard a conversation between him and my mom and I found out that I was not his son, but rather a case that my mother had. She told him she was very sorry. He had discovered in the previous year when I had an accident and needed blood'. He turned his glass of wine 'We fought a lot. He didn't accepted me in the role as his son. I tried to overcome his expectations always until the moment he died'. His eyes came back to me. 'He was a vindictive man and made my life a crap ...'
I closed my eyes, feeling his pain reverberate in my chest. How could anyone do that to him? When I opened my eyes, his gaze was soft on me and I grabbed his arm, squeezing him, consoling him. To my surprise his mouth twitched into a smile. 'It doesn't hurt any more, Caroline'.
'You really believe that?' After what happen to my father, I couldn´t believe that he could forget his father.
'I know that'. He lifted his hand to my face, his fingers gliding softly along my jaw, and bowing down my neck. I shivered. 'When he died, I felt that the city that I loved were tarnished. So, I spent the last few years, creating new memories in the town, building on the mess that my dad left behind'.
'I'm sorry'.
'I really don't need your pity, Caroline. I think it's time we leave'.
I didn't argue. We left there in a cab before I knew it.
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When we got to my apartment, Rebekah had not yet arrived. Probably she had gone out with her friends, or maybe with Damon. I felt a pain ripping across my chest while I was in the middle of the living room, wondering how Klaus managed to go through this.
'You didn't say a word. Are you all right?'
I turned to face him, when I was about to say something, my phone rang. I saw on the ID that was Matt and he had trying to call me three times, but at the restaurant I hadn't heard the phone ringing.
'Answer' Klaus said.
Following his order, I pulled away and answer the call. 'Matt'.
'Caroline, a source gave us some news about Klaus Mikaelson. We need you to confirm the story of our source'.
What? How was that possible? I had to go find out what was the news before Matt publish.
'Matt, I'll be right there. Don't post anything without first talking to me'.
'You have ten minutes to get here, Caroline'. Matt told me.
I looked up at Klaus that was returned back to admire the view from the apartment.
'I need to go to the magazine. Sorry'
My face must have shown how I felt because he took my hand and asked 'Everything is all right? What's going on?'.
I don't want to worry him, so I said 'Nothing. Everything is okay. Matt just needs me to see a article'.
'At this hour? About what?'
'A story' I grabbed my jacket, I didn't have time to move to a more comfortable clothes. 'I really need to go'. I left him in the middle of the room, staring at me while I ran into the street and I took the first cab.
My apartment was near the office and I knew it would take about ten minutes to reach. My cab driver didn't help much because at the rate he was going, I probably would come faster if I was running. The thought crossed my mind, but the sandals I had wouldn't allow me to go too far.
Bloody sandals. Why didn't I switch to my sneakers.
When I entered in the office, I looked at the clock. I had taken fourteen minutes. I walked in the conference room and looked at Matt.
'Matt'.
'Caroline, you're late. I had to send the news to be printed in the magazzine tomorrow. This will make us sell millions of magazines. It will be the top story on our part of gossip'.
Oh, no. I had arrived too late.
'Matt, please tell me. The news is about what?'.
'On your boyfriend's paternity. I'm sorry, but you know our boss wanted. Nolan got a source, tonight, we ensured that Mikael Mikaelson wasn't Klaus's biological father'.
Klaus's family would be devastated. I can't believe this was happening. 'Who is the source, Matt?'.
'Oh Caroline, you know that if I knew I'd tell you. Nolan is the only one who knows'.
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When I arrived at the apartment a second time that night, Klaus was not there. He was gone. Without a message. A phone call. I was sad that he's gone, but if he had stayed I couldn't explain what was going to happen tomorrow, when the magazine come out.
Rebekah, fortunately, was already asleep. Tired and knowing that tomorrow morning I'd have to get up early and talk to Klaus as soon as I wake up, I went to bed.
My eyes were open with the sudden cold. I'm in bed, but someone caress my body.
Looking around my room, I open my eyes with shock when I see Klaus beside my bed, with my blanket in his hand.
'Klaus?' I wiped my eyes and looked at him questioningly. My arms go up to cover my chest, which is hardly modest in a white sweater.
'No', his hoarse voice ordered me. 'Don't cover'.
I don't know why I obey. I let my arms down beside me on the bed. The intense look of Klaus scours every inch of my body and he lay the blanket on the floor. My skin is cauterized with his observation, his eyes hungry, and I can't seem to get enough air.
His bare chest glows in the moonlight coming through my window. He wears black pants, which hang down from his narrow hips, strong.
Stooping, he wraps his fingers around my ankles and spread them gently.
My legs, which are lightly inflected in the knee, are now scattered, not hiding anything, except what is covered by my pink shorts.
Flexing his knees on the bed, he bends down until each of their hands fell beside my hips. While my knees are shaking with nerves, I see how excited his head dips and he kisses the top of my thigh. I sigh when I feel his lips, soft and warm against my skin. The flip-flop of my stomach is nothing compared to the beating in my heart.
I'm afraid to let him continue, but completely in awe of the sensations that spill over my body. I watch him silent when he starts to kiss a track in my legs and I hold the sheet not to involve my legs around his body, pressing him against me. His tongue touches my thigh with the next kiss, and the scorching heat of his mouth almost sends me out of bed. I put my hands through his hair, unable to control myself.
'Klaus', I beg.
He gets to go through me, looking into my eyes with fire and need. While his head remains high, never breaking eye contact, he starts to move his hips against me. I felt him stiffen through his pants, and I like to do that to him. My eyes are closed with pleasure by boiling my blood and my need for it builds with the friction of his excitement rubbing between my legs.
'Don't stop', I sigh. I need it more.
'You're mine, Caroline'. Klaus took is right hand next to my chest under my arm, and his thumb caress my breast.
'Please.' Between the finger on my nipple and the pulsating between my thighs, I squeeze my eyes closed, delirious with desire. Our bodies move in a frenzy, and I try to control my breath.
'Say you're my', Klaus commands while he put his lips on mine and kissed me. Breathe into me. He gives me life. He smells the wind and rain, and fire.
'I...' my voice is lost. I just need a few more seconds.
Oh, God.
'Say it', he implores against my lips. I grab him by the hips and pull him inside me as far as our clothes allow. My body begins to spasm, and I hold my breath waiting for him to come.
'Say it', Klaus whispers in my ear.
I gasp 'I'm yours'. A wave of pleasure pouring over my body as the vibrations under my skin. I've never felt anything like this before.
And I want more of the same.
As sweet wrist between my legs throbbed, my eyes were opened. I looked to my left and right before I realize I'm lying in my bed. Sunlight shines through my bedroom window, and I realize that I'm alone.
But what the hell!
I turned, of course I'd like to see Klaus. But no. Nothing. No Klaus. No moonlight. I had gone to bed on my pajama shorts and black t-shirt. My blankets rested on my body. Klaus had never been here.
Rebekah yells my name, and enters suddenly in my room. I can guess what she has just read.
'Caroline! Have you seen the news that came out in your magazine?' she screams.
'Rebekah, I know. Yesterday my boss called me and told me that a source had provided this information to the magazine. You have to believe, I don't have anything to do with it'. I was hitting me in my explanation, but I wanted her to understand. 'Your brother told me last night all about your father. I would never do this to you. To Klaus'.
'I know it wasn't you, Caroline. Don't worry. I know. But my brother, I don't know if he knows. You need to speak with him before he sees the magazine'. She continued. 'And we have to figure out who was this source'.
'I know. I also want to know who is'.
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