AN: Sorry I haven't updated in so long! But, have no fear, chapter six is here ;) Thanks to everyone for the reviews and the great feedback I'm receiving!

Klaus paced in his bedroom before the city of Munich. He stroked his lips, remembering how soft and sweet Caroline's were. He mentally questioned if that had really just happened. As he continued to excitedly pace, he could hear the rustle of blankets in the next bedroom. He'd been hearing how much Caroline had moved. She was restless. If only he could hear her thoughts...

As she kept tossing and turning in her bed, Klaus decided to check on her. He walked over to her bedroom and hesitated whether he should open her door or not. Before he could knock, the door knob began to move. Caroline opened it.

"I hope you were going to knock," she whispered. There was a hint of seduction, but offense in her voice.

Klaus could feel blood rushing to his cheeks. "Of course, love. You know me, the gentleman," he said quickly.

"Surely one who proclaims themselves a gentleman isn't really one at all?" she said slowly, hugging the door frame.

He gulped and let his eyes quickly linger at her moon-lit body in shorts and a tank top. "You've known me long enough to know that is what I am."

Cocky bastard, she thought. "How may I help you, Mister Mikaelson?"

"Well, I couldn't help but check on you. You... sounded restless."

"You were listening in on me?" She raised her eyebrows, eyes as wide as a curious puppy.

"Well, the city is loud. I tried to ignore it." He could hear his voice going husky as he moved closer to her.

She smiled mischievously and placed a hand on his chest. "I'm very restless, Klaus."

"May I ask why?" The hairs on his chest raised from her touch, despite being covered by his t-shirt.

"I'm drunk. And bored." She held on to the 'd' in bored with her tongue.

Klaus smiled. There had to be no less than a foot of space between him and Caroline. He could have grabbed her, kiss her, anything he wanted to do with her, but almost ever bit of him told him not to. She was intoxicated, he wasn't, and Klaus wasn't the type of man to take advantage of a drunk girl whilst sober. He gently moved her hand away from him and sighed.

"Caroline, go back to bed. We'll have fun tomorrow."

"But I wanna have fun now," she purred.

He gulped at the dryness in his throat. "I mean it. Go to sleep."

"Isn't this what you've always wanted Klaus?" She now placed both hands on his chest, slowly dragging them down to his abdomen.

He was now breathing heavily, letting his eyes droop slightly. "No."

"You don't want... me?" Her voice was full of lust.

He gulped harder and shook his head. "Not now. Not like this."

It took a moment for Caroline to realize what he meant. She let her hands fall from him and dangle at her sides like a rag doll. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry. I didn't realize... I mean... Klaus, please don't think less of me," she babbled as she snapped out of her drunken haze.

Klaus shook his head. "It's fine. I understand."

She clasped a hand to her mouth and looked anywhere but his face. "I'm sorry."

"Go to sleep, love. I'll see you in the morning."

She nodded and began to close the door, giving him another apologetic look.

"And Caroline?"

"Yes?"

Klaus half-smiled, flashing a dimple at her. "I would never think less of you."

She smiled, holding back tears of embarrassment and closed the door.

Klaus stood in front of her room for a moment, his lust raging at what he had done. It was for the best, he told himself. Sighing, he went to the kitchen to grab a blood bag from the fridge. He emptied one and decided to have another. He sat at the kitchen counter, replaying the scene over and over in his head. After finishing his second blood bag, he went back to his bedroom and lied down. The view of the city was enough to distract him until he fell asleep.

Caroline woke up to a pounding in her head. She raised sloppily from her bed and stumbled over to the bathroom connected to the walk-in closet. After one look in the mirror, she was horrified. Her hair looked like a pile of straw, her makeup was smeared horribly like a hooker's, and her clothes was ruffled to the point her lingerie was showing. She couldn't help but wonder if Klaus had seen her like this.

Klaus?! She began pacing the bathroom, trying to remember what had happened the night before. She felt like a complete idiot as she remembered pulling him into a drunken kiss. I kissed Klaus, she thought. She forced herself to be disgusted, but then realized that it made no difference. She remembered the taste and feeling of his lips. She remembered how delicious he smelled and the feeling of him breathing heavily on her. As if they had a mind of their own, her fingers made their way up to her lips, tracing where Klaus had hungrily grazed on them.

Deciding to put the memory out of her head, Caroline took a long shower. After that, she put on a pretty, floral dress and a pair of high wedges. She fixed her hair into her usual perfect curls and decided to go with natural-looking makeup today. She sighed as she examined herself in the mirror once more. Perfect.

Slowly, she walked to the kitchen, hoping Klaus wasn't there. Thankfully, he wasn't. She quickly grabbed a blood bag from the fridge and went to the balcony to have her form of breakfast. The blood ran velvety smooth down her throat, replenishing her thirsty veins. As she went back to the kitchen to dispose of the bag, she stopped dead in her tracks.

Klaus stood behind the counter, drinking coffee. Shirtless. How often does he do that? "Good morning, love," he said with a smile. That smile dropped to a disappointed, thin line. It was obvious on her face; she didn't want to see him.

"Good morning," she said briskly. "Um, so, what are we doing today?"

Klaus shrugged his shoulders. "Whatever you want to do."

His monotone caught her by surprise. "Well, that's why I'm asking you. I don't know what there is to do in Munich," she said with a small hint of an attitude.

"I'd like to see an old friend, if you don't mind. Perhaps you could stay in today, if you want."

She scoffed. "That defeats the purpose of a vacation." She made her way around the counter and grabbed a fresh banana. she peeled it roughly, causing the soft fruit to rip and fall to the ground. "Dammit!" She bent down to pick it up. As she stood up again, Klaus was facing her. He seemed curious.

"Are we really not going to talk about yesterday as if it didn't happen?" he asked.

"I don't know. Are we?" she said as she threw away the spoiled fruit.

"Are you... ashamed?" Caroline shifted as she heard the hurt in his voice. She turned around.

"I'd be lying if I said yes."

Klaus looked up at her slowly. They stood there, gazing at each other, hoping the other would say or do something.

The hybrid decided to pierce the silence. "Caroline," was all he managed. He shook his head and racked around for something to say until he felt his neck being pulled down. The familiar feeling and taste of her lips surprised him. This time, he tasted no alcohol. He was confused at first, but gave in quickly. She felt him pull her closer by her lower back, joining their groins tightly. She tugged at his blonde curls with one hand and ran the other down his muscular back. They breathed in each other's scent roughly until Klaus found his lips making their way to her neck. He turned her around and lifted her onto the counter top as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He bit her gently on the nape of her neck, causing her to moan softly. He smiled mischievously and kissed her lower... and lower... and lower...

Ding dong!

The two were startled and Caroline immediately jumped of the counter, fixing her dress and taming her hair. "Who's that?" she gasped.

"That would be my friend," he said huskily. Klaus flashed to his bedroom and came back in almost a second with a shirt on. He opened the door to reveal a tall, blond man.

"Did I ruin the party?" the man asked with a wide grin.