"Caroline? Wake up, sweetheart." I heard Klaus saying from the seat next to me. "We're here." He said in his flawless accent. My eyes fluttered open while Klaus got out of the car and came around to my side to let me out. "I'm too tired to get out." I groaned. He sighed and picked me up bridal style. I wrapped my arms around his neck and snuggled closer to him. He laughed quietly in my ear. "If you do this every time that you get tired, I may have to start giving you sleeping pills." He joked, kissing my forehead softly. I smiled, eyes still closed. "I'm not even tired. I faked it because I wanted you to carry me." He scoffed playfully and stood me up on my own two feet. "Well, you can walk yourself to the room." He smirked as he threw a hotel key at me and disappeared. I frowned. "Jerk!" I hollered across the parking lot knowing that he wouldn't leave me alone outside when it was one o' clock in the morning and dark.

He suddenly reappeared only inches away from me. His arms snaked around my waist just before he roughly pulled me closer. "Now, love, that's not very nice." He said softly in my ear. His hot breath hit my neck, causing goose bumps to pop up on my arms and my knees to feel weak. I tried to straighten my legs so that I wouldn't fall over and he wouldn't know that he was winning. He smirked, obviously noticing my efforts. "You may want to be nice to me, sweetheart." He suggested and in one swift move, he had me pinned to the hood of his car with his arms on either side of my body. "After all, I do fancy you. I could give you anything you want. You just have to be a good girl." He whispered as he hovered above me. My breath got caught in my throat as I got lost in his eyes- a perfect shade of blue that burned with desire, power, and playfulness.

'Damn it, Caroline! Think of something. Get yourself out of this situation." I pleaded with myself. "Ummm… uhhh…I'm cold. Let's go inside." I stuttered. He smirked, not buying it. "Vampires don't get cold." He asserted but still let me get up. "Now for the mercy that I've extended in letting you get up, I require a small favor in return." He informed me, clearly amused. "And what would that be?" I played along, acting as if I didn't realize when he intertwined our fingers and began to steer us towards the entrance of the hotel. I found myself slightly jealous when he flashed a quick smile at the woman behind the counter (who had been shamelessly checking him out from the moment that we walked into the lobby), but he noticed and pulled my hand to his lips, where he placed a kiss. "Easy there, love. She couldn't hold a candle to you." He reassured me and I relaxed. "Back to the subject at hand…Do you recall our earlier discussion about my business meeting?" he paused as I nodded. "Well, I've delayed that meeting until tomorrow morning." He explained, pressing the 'up' arrow to call for the elevator. "I want you to join me." He finished. It didn't seem as though he was asking too much considering that he had just travelled across several states just to come see me, and I definitely didn't want to leave his side just in case that stupid receptionist at the front desk decided to try her luck. "Fine." I agreed, rolling my eyes playfully. A small smile slowly spread across his face as we entered the elevator. He pressed the number sixteen- the top floor- and pulled me into his arms until the elevator stopped on our floor.

"Are you kidding me?!" I practically yelled throwing my hands up in the air. "What is this?" I yelled as I picked up a decorative pillow and threw it at Klaus. He caught it and threw it to the floor beside him with a look of frustration on his face, and at that moment, I was sure that if I were anyone else, my body would be on one side of the room and my head on another. "Relax, love." He said, trying to stay calm. "I requested the best room that the Four Seasons had to offer. It just so happens that the presidential suite only has one bed." He explained. "I wasn't exactly planning on anyone accompanying me." My eyes just narrowed at him. He picked my bags up and set them inside the large bedroom. He looked as though he was fighting with himself, like he couldn't believe what he was about to say. "Make yourself at home in the bedroom. I'll sleep on the couch." He frowned. My face softened. He really did want me to be happy…

It was three in the morning by the time that we had both showered and gotten ready for bed and we had to be in the hotel's conference room by nine to meet with Klaus's partners. I snuggled into the huge bed ready to catch some serious beauty sleep. I turned off the light and felt my body sink into the California king bed. "Insufferable pull out bed!" I heard Klaus mumble. I heard him throw himself onto the bed. I could tell by the way he cursed that he was absolutely not comfortable.

I took a deep breath and got out of the bed, smoothing out my pajama shorts and tank top. I walked out into the living room area where Klaus lay looking extremely tired and frustrated. He turned his head to look at me. "Hey," I spoke softly. "That can't be comfortable." I pointed to the pull out. "It's not." He confirmed. "My bed's pretty big." I explained as I walked closer to him. I grabbed his hands and tried to pry him away from the lumpy looking mattress. "Come on." I breathed. "Where exactly am I going?" he asked looking confused. "My bed." I shrugged easily, still pulling him towards the huge room. "Are you sure, Caroline?" he asked instantly perking up. I looked him up and down. He only slept in his plaid pajama pants. "Positive." I answered. "Just no funny business!" I added pointing an accusing finger at him while climbing under the covers. "You have my word. "He vowed smiling as he slipped into the bed beside me. He scooted closer to me, spooning me and wrapping an arm around me. "Does this constitute funny business?" he asked a smirk evident in his tone. I smiled not really wanting him to move an inch. "Am I laughing?" I asked being a total smart aleck. "No." he replied. "Ok then. It's not funny." I smiled.

"Wake up, love." I heard the voice next to me say. "No." I replied. "Yes. We have things to do." He insisted. "NO!" I protested sitting up in the bed. A creepy half smile crossed his face. "Ok, sweetheart. Go back to sleep, then." He gave in. "Thank you!" I hollered throwing myself back onto my pillow. "Ahh. Don't thank me, yet." He chuckled leaving the room. What the hell was that supposed to mean? I ignored his remark and snuggled up to the pillows that he had just been laying on. Mmmm. Why did he have to smell soooo good? Before I could actually drift off to sleep, a blow horn was sounding in my ear. I screamed and fell to the floor with a loud thud. I looked up to see a laughing Klaus standing above me. In vampire speed, I was standing inches from his face growling and giving him the dirtiest eye that I could manage-dark veins and all-which only made him laugh harder. What could I say? His laugh was contagious and soon, I was laughing with him. "Get dressed." He managed to say between laughs. "It's already 7:45 and we both know that you take an eternity to get ready."

"How many humans were killed in the making of this breakfast?" I joked staring at the tall glass of blood that he placed in front of me just moments before. "Hmmm…I'd say about five. I lost count." He teased. "Caroline, you know that I'm kidding. I brought blood bags just for you, so feel free to indulge if you'd like." He smiled. I drank up and took one last look in the mirror. I wore black skinny jeans, a yellow blouse, and a black blazer with my favorite black ballet flats with a bow in the front. "You look stunning. Now, can we go?" he asked impatiently. I rolled my eyes. "Let's go." I said.

It was 8:45 and we were sitting in the conference room waiting. I was sitting on the end of the long conference table with Klaus sitting in an office chair right in front of me. He smirked up at me before speaking.

"Caroline, please refrain from doing anything even potentially attention-grabbing." Klaus pleaded. "Why?" I questioned. He smiled. "Because, love, I'd rather not be forced to end the lives of two of my business partners. What's mine is mine and they would do well to leave it alone which would be much easier if you weren't doing something cute to distract them." For some reason, the way that he claimed me as his made a smile cross my face. "Nothing cute. Fine. You have my word, Nik." I grinned.

*Klaus's POV*

Had she just called me Nik? No, surely she didn't just use my nickname. "Did you just call me Nik?" I inquired out loud. She began to panic. "Ummm…yeah. I'm sorry, it just slipped. Rebekah and Elijah always call you that and it must have caught on and I know that it's something that only your family calls you and I totally didn't mean to say it. I'm so sorry, Klaus." She rambled on. "Shhhh. I'd love it if you'd call me Nik." I insisted, pulling her off of the table and onto my lap. I stared into her green eyes searching for any trace of emotion within them. My gaze shifted to her glorious, pink lips. Her eyes roved over my face. She closed her eyes and I put a finger under her chin, pulling her to me, waiting for her lips to finally touch mine after two years of waiting for her. Her breath brushed against my face and as I came closer and closer to pressing her perfect lips against mine, her breathing stopped all together. "Niklaus Mikaelson!" bellowed an Italian accent. I growled ferociously as Caroline left my lap at an incredible speed to stand behind my chair giggling lightly. Bloody hell. Would I ever get to kiss this girl?

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