A/N: Ok those of u guys demanding a kiss already…it's gonna happen…eventually…this is going to be a long klaroline fic and I didn't want it to be in the last chapter
Their first kiss (technically 3rd…if u count 3x22 and 4x01)...(but in his body, where she is aware its him…first kiss) shouldn't be after Caroline confesses that Damon raped and abused her…it should be their own untainted moment…and I have two ideas in mind of how it's going to go down…haven't decided yet…soonish tho ;)
I did switch the rating to M because I do intend to write smut in this down the road when they are together…so…deep breath…its gonna happen…eventually…lol
Not my best chapter I gotta admit…especially after the last chapter…its hard to make an equally awesome chapter
"Thank you," she whispered before slowly drifting off into sleep, in the arms of the only man who had ever chosen her first.
Caroline woke with a smile on her face. She had slept peacefully for the first time in weeks. As she opened her eyes and took in her surroundings—last night came back to her. She had finally told someone about what Damon had done to her a year ago. It had been terrible having to relive all the horrible things that Damon had done to her, but she felt like a weight had been lifted now that someone knew. Now that Klaus knew—and wanted to make sure Damon faced consequences for treating her like that.
She let a small smile grace her face as she turned her face to look up at Klaus. She was still lying on his chest and her face was inches from his. The stubble on his jaw was brushing lightly against her skin and she could feel his even breathing brush past her face—through his parted lips.
Her eyes zeroed in on his lips—his raspberry colored lips. As she gazed at them, they suddenly pulled together and his eyelids fluttered before opening.
Klaus opened his eyes to see Caroline peering up at him, and he smiled before closing them again. He had surprisingly slept peacefully through the night. The corner of his mouth pulled up a little higher as he realized that Caroline was the first woman he had ever spent the night with. And last night would now make it twice that they had slept together.
"What are you doing sweetheart?" he asked, acutely aware that she was staring at him closely. Her face was inches from his, she hadn't moved from the position that she had slept in last night—curled up against his side. He didn't open his eyes because he didn't know if he could control his actions with her peering up at him like that.
"Will you train me?" Caroline blurted out suddenly. Ever since Elena had gotten the better of her the other day, all she could think about was how little she knew about fighting.
Klaus's eyes popped open again and he tilted his head to look at her.
"What?" he asked with furrowed brows. Train her?
"Will you train me—like self-defense, and how to fight," she said as she slid her hand up from where it was draped across his stomach and moved it to his chest, to rest her chin on.
"I'm tired of being pushed around and beat up and kidnapped—I want to be able to defend myself. Even against Elena and her superior Alaric training," she explained quietly, averting her eyes. She was done being the victim, it was about time she learned how to truly defend herself.
"And you want me to train you?" Klaus said, rolling the idea around in his head. It was actually a good idea, he didn't like that she was so vulnerable. Especially now that he had come to realize how much he actually cared for her. Long ago he had told Elijah that love was a weakness—and now Caroline was that weakness. He should train her—she wasn't invincible like he was. He didn't even want to think about it because she could easily die if someone decided to stake her or rip her heart out.
"Who better to train me than the original hybrid who knows all the tricks in the book?" she cajoled—she wasn't necessarily trying to flatter him but Klaus probably did know all the tricks in the book. He was one of the oldest most powerful supernatural beings in existence. "I mean you have been around for over a thousand years to pick up on moves," she teased lightly.
"Are you calling me old?" he asked with a quirked eyebrow.
"Yep old man," she said poking his chest before she sat up on the bed. Was she flirting with Klaus? When had she gotten to the point where she not only trusted him—but flirted with him?
Klaus smiled as they bantered back and forth. This is what he had wanted for so long—for her to be comfortable around him. To feel safe with him and confide in him. It was serious progress.
"Ok, I'll train you," he agreed as he ran his hands through his messy hair and sat up. "But you are going to be staying with me until we sort this out this Silas problem—you are too vulnerable here by yourself."
"As much as I want to say I am fully capable of defending myself" Caroline said, she wasn't girly little Caroline anymore, she could hold her own—to an extent. "I agree. My mom is never home, and if Silas wants to get to me again all he has to do is jump into my head again," she conceded as she looked up to meet his eyes.
As she met his eyes she caught a glimpse of the clock behind him on her night stand.
"Crap" she said suddenly scrambling off the bed, it was already eleven. She searched the floor for her jacket that she had been wearing yesterday.
Klaus watched with an amused expression on his face as Caroline scrambled around her room frantically searching for something.
"Anything I can help you with sweetheart?" Klaus asked, craning his neck to see what she was looking through on the floor.
She stopped searching for a moment to shoot him a glare.
He put his hands up in defense at the look he was getting from her. He let out a chuckle and swung his legs over the side of the bed to put his shoes back on.
"I told bonnie I would call her in the morning when it was safe to come over to your place and plan on how to take down Silas" Caroline explained as she spotted her jacket slung over the chair in the corner of her room and fished the phone out of the pocket.
"Safe?" Klaus inquired glancing over at her as he slid his shoes on and tied them
"Yeah that you wouldn't attack her when she got there," Caroline said cocking her head to the side with a fake grin.
"You wound me," Klaus said, putting his hand to his chest in mock offense as he stood.
Caroline looked down at her phone and saw that she did have a text from Bonnie.
What's the plan? Is it safe to come over?
She quickly typed out a reply.
Sorry, overslept…headed over there now. Will let you know within the next hour.
She shoved the phone into her pocket and then frowned as she looked down at her clothes. Oh my god, she hadn't showered or changed in like two days now. She was wearing the same thing she had been wearing at the prom committee meeting, and then at Klaus's house, and then Bonnie's.
She walked over to her vanity and glanced in the mirror—she needed to wash her hair, and her makeup was a mess.
She let out a groan as she tried to wipe the smeared mascara away from under her eyes. Of course she was crying last night so her makeup had run.
Klaus raised an eyebrow as Caroline studied herself in her mirror and let out a groan.
She spun back around and saw Klaus watching her with that same damn amused expression.
"I need to take a shower," Caroline said as she brushed past him and into the hallway. "I'll be quick," she shouted over her shoulder and then walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
Klaus let out a chuckle and wandered over to her dresser. Various items were strewn across it—from perfume, to jewelry, to a cheerleading trophy. He picked up the frame that sat next to it.
It was a picture of her birthday. She had to be around five or six and both her father and mother stood on either side of her smiling. All three of them looked happy, especially Caroline.
He knew that her father had divorced the sheriff, but he really didn't know much more about Caroline's family life. Just what had been in public records—like all the organizations she was a part of, or that her parents divorced when she was a little girl, or that her mother picked up extra shifts after the divorce.
Her mother wasn't here now, she hadn't even come home. Is this how Caroline grew up—alone? Raising herself?
He was pulled from his thoughts as he heard bare feet walking down the hallway towards him. He set the frame down and turned right as she was walking into the room. He let out a little sigh of relief as she walked into the room in a fluffy robe.
While he wanted nothing more than to see her wrapped up in nothing but a towel—he didn't know if he could handle another repeat of the other day. As if he didn't already have enough sexual frustrations in her presence, he didn't need to add to it.
"Let me just get dressed, put a bag of stuff together and then we can go," she said as she walked past him to her closet and started pulling out a few outfits.
She grabbed her bright pink duffel bag off the floor of her closet and threw it on her bed, tossing the handful of clothes in as well. She turned to her dresser and went to open her bra drawer—but froze after pulling open a few inches.
She turned to Klaus, who was staring at the cracked drawer and the variety of bras inside with a smirk plastered on his face.
"Can you wait in the living room?" she asked with a tight smile, she had nearly forgotten he was standing there.
"Sure sweetheart, don't take too long getting dressed," He said with a wolfish grin, glancing at her bra drawer once more before leaving her bedroom and pulling her door closed behind him.
She let out a breath as he closed the door behind him. What was that?
Her phone buzzed on her dresser where she had set it. She picked it up and read the text from Bonnie.
It's fine, I'm still in bed anyways.
Caroline frowned at her phone, she needed to help Bonnie out of this slump. She had finally gotten out of hers, with the help of Stefan and Klaus.
Bon, get up…take a shower, put on a kick ass outfit that you feel great in and I'll tell you when to come to the Mikaelson mansion.
Satisfied with her text she quickly dressed and threw the remainder of the clothes she wanted to take in her bag. She walked over to her vanity and grabbed the spare curling iron that was sitting there. She was not going over to the boarding house to retrieve her other one while Elena was there.
She tossed it in her bag and grabbed a few of her essential makeup items and quickly applied them before tossing them in as well. She zipped the bag and grabbed her phone before walking out into the living room.
Klaus was standing there looking at the picture of her, Bonnie and Elena all in their cheer uniforms last year.
"Klaus," she said trying to get his attention.
He set the picture down and turned to her. He was surprised that she hadn't made him wait for her to dry her hair and curl it. Not that he minded how it was, because it was quite beautiful damp and natural.
"Well let's go sweetheart," Klaus said nodding his head towards the door.
She nodded and walked to the door, pulling it open and walking out. Klaus followed her out and pulled the door behind him. She turned and locked the door before turning to look at him
"Where's your car?" she asked glancing at the empty driveway.
"I didn't drive," he said simply.
"Oh," she said as she turned to look for her car and for a moment was stumped as to where it was—but then she recalled that her mom told her days ago that she was taking it in for a tune up. Great now she was going to be dependent on the Mikaelsons to drive her around. That or running.
"Let's go," she said and raised her eyebrows at him and held her hand out in front of her indicating for him to lead the way.
He smirked and then flashed off, and she flashed off right behind him.
They arrived a minute later at the Mikaelson mansion and Caroline stared at it for a moment still not used to the size of it—especially after her tiny house.
Klaus walked through the front door and Caroline followed slowly behind him. She felt weird arriving at the mansion with a bag to stay.
"What is she doing here?" Rebekah asked as she walked down the stairs.
A/N: Ok I think this chapter was so hard to write because it was pretty uneventful…I got serious déjà vu when I was writing the part of Klaus in her room…sorry for the wait and the incredibly bleh chapter…it's a filler chapter…so im not impressed by it…ok I liked the beginning but the rest im just like eh….
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