Hi can you write a drabble where Klaus invites Caroline to leave to new Orleans with him? You can chose how it ends :)

warning: smut!

She was way past denial.

Too many things had happened in a too short amount of time – something she was getting used to by now, the craziness that was her life.

Bonnie was dead.

Silas had been defeated, the rise of the dead had been deflected and Elena had turned into a monster.

Elena had killed Bonnie.

The world had been shattered beyond repair, everything had been turned upside down, the pain was unbearable to take.

She just wanted to get out.

And somewhere along the way, in the midst of all this she had kissed Klaus.

Now the storm had settled, the battle was over but it was still raging violently in her head.

Everything felt different now, she didn't even recognize the town she'd been living in her whole life, the people she'd been calling her friends, her enemies, herself.

She was sitting in Klaus' living room now, staring off vacantly while sipping on a glass of bourbon she'd poured herself.

She'd been in his house so many times now, used to enter without even bothering to knock. This would have seemed unthinkable a few weeks ago but nothing was how it used to be anymore and she was past trying to fix it.

Instead she just accepted everything that came her way as a given.

She was someone else now.

He entered the room, seemingly not surprised by her presence and sat down in an armchair across from where she was sitting after getting himself a drink, too.

They sat in silence and she stared down into her glass. It wasn't an awkward silence, though, it just was.

"I'm going back to New Orleans," he said, looking at her.

She raised her head, meeting his gaze.

Okay. That made sense.

"Come with me." The look in his eyes turned intense, confident as always, yet almost pleading.

She shook her head.

"No."

His expression didn't falter and she looked back down at her glass.

The silence spread again.

She should probably explain herself.

"I'm going to leave town," she said. "I need to get out of this place, away from these people."

She looked back up at him.

"But not with you. Not with anyone. I need time on my own."

He stared at her, waiting for her to continue.

"I need to find myself a place, something, I don't even know what, on my own. I need to be away from all this, from everyone. I will travel the world, got to places, do things. Be myself, whoever that is. I don't even know anything anymore, not what I want or who I am or who my friends are. All I know is that I need to do this."

He licked his lips, nodding.

"That sounds fairly viable."

He leaned back into the armchair, taking a sip of his drink, then swayed it elegantly in his hand. His gaze never left hers.

"You have a lot of potential, Caroline, and you're not going to be able access it in this town. The people you call your friends – they are not deserving of you."

She raised her eyebrows.

"But you think you are?"

He smirked. "Perhaps."

She scoffed. "Look, love. My offer still stands. Do what you have to do. But know that you can show up at my door any time you want. When are you leaving?"

She scowled, looking down at her drink again.

"As soon as possible."

He nodded, sighing. "I see."

Then he sat down his glass and got up, gaze still fixed on her and strode over to the sofa, seating himself beside her.

She turned her head towards him, frowning.

He smirked and then leaned in, cupped her face with one hand and kissed her.

Her eyes widened at first but then she closed them and responded.

All the reasons not to seemed to have disappeared into thin air by now. And as she had learned last time, Klaus was a very good kisser – which was kind of an extreme understatement.

She opened her mouth, allowing his tongue to enter and he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer.

She sighed, leaning into his touch. His kiss was firm, yet gentle and she realized it was exactly what she needed.

His hand moved to her shoulder, pushing her to sink into the sofa. Then his mouth left hers and he started trailing kisses down the line of her jaw and her neck, his fingers playing with her hair as she arched her head back.

"Any chance I can convince you to postpone your leaving until tomorrow and stay the night?" he mumbled against her skin.

She opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling, trying to concentrate while he continued his ministrations. Maybe she should. It sure as hell sounded as a good idea right now.

One night really wouldn't make much of a difference.

She grinned to herself.

"I guess. But I don't really feel like talking."

He drew back, raising his eyebrows in surprise. Then he smirked. "Any ideas how to spend the time, then?"

She laughed. "I'm sure you're creative enough to come up with something."

His smirk drew but his eyes darkened. "Yes, I think I am. Remove your shirt."

She'd never heard him talking like that before. He'd always been careful, polite with her. Now she knew he had always been holding back.

She'd been, too and right now she realized she actually liked this. She'd given herself permission to do what she actually wanted to do and he had been waiting for her.

She raised her eyebrows. "How about you remove yours first?"

He smirked. "I think we have a conflict of interests that we need to resolve," he said, leaning forward and taking off her shirt.

She retaliated and in an instant they were both shirtless, staring at each other while grinning.

"If that was your idea of spending the night instead of talking I think I'm pretty disappointed," she giggled.

He smirked, a devilish glint in his eyes and bent forward, pushing her back onto the sofa, kissing her again.

She sighed and lay back, placing her hands on his back, roaming his torso while he didn't waste no time to place his on her breasts.

She closed her eyes and surrendered to the tingling sensation in her chest. Butterflies.

His hands moved behind her back to unclasp her bra and she let him. Wow, a man who could actually master the mystery of the bra-clasp.

She giggled and he smiled at her, then dipped down his head to kiss and touch her breasts.

She moaned. Then she felt his stubble tickle her skin and she giggled again.

His hand moved to cup her between her legs and the giggle got stuck in a sharp breath.

He smirked at her and then kissed her again, his hand working on the zipper of her shorts. Then, he'd pulled them down, along with her panties.

Then he kissed her again.

She broke away. "You have an unfair advantage again," she remarked.

He chuckled and then suddenly she was off the sofa, in his arms bridal style.

"What the hell are you doing?"

He smirked down at her. "Taking you where you belong."

And then everything went blurry and the next thing she knew was that she was being dropped on a bed. He was standing beside her, smirking down at her, shamelessly checking her out up and down.

"I certainly didn't expect this to happen so soon," he said and looked at him in a feigned mocking expression.

"So you 'expected' this to happen? Cocky much?"

He chuckled. "You like it."

"Yes," she admitted, smiling, "but I still won't take your shit."

"Well, you know, that's one of the things I like about you."

Then he removed his own pants and was with her on the bed, suddenly. The perks of being a vampire.

He kissed her again and his hand found the spot between her legs and the conversation was definitely over.

She leaned back, sighing. It felt so good, letting go, doing something she hadn't even considered a possibility before. Something she actually wanted and had forbidden herself to do.

All her life she'd been trying to do what was expected, to be liked, so much that she had engrained it into the deepest part of her personality. Loyalty, morals. She'd always thought that this was what she was. But she'd been wrong. These were things one chose, not part of someone's personality.

And now that the world she'd so desperately worked for had crumbled and vanished beneath her for the first time she saw that there was so much more.

He quickened his movements and her breath hitched in pleasure.

He licked his lips, staring down at her, mesmerized.

She'd never been looked at like that before, with so much adoration and lust.

She came undone and it was freeing, being able to do this without holding back, without being ashamed. It was impossible to feel inadequate when someone looked at you like this.

"You're beautiful," he said and she laughed, turning them around, pinning him beneath her.

She locked her lips with his and she felt his arms slide around her.

Then she was pinned beneath him again and she felt him preparing himself.

She stilled in anticipation and then, suddenly, in one swift motion they were joined.

They moaned in unison and then he started moving and she felt the pleasure growing again.

His thrusts were like his kisses, firm but gentle and she wondered if his amount of skill had to do with his age.

A thousand years of experience.

Then coherent sense fled her mind as they moved against each other and bliss overcame her, slowly, slowly building, climbing higher.

He grunted, eyes fixed on hers and although she wanted to close hers she found that she couldn't.

"Bloody hell, Caroline." His voice was strained and she smirked smugly before she let out a moan herself and lost her own composure again.

This was pretty much the best sex she'd ever had. With all her control freak tendencies she'd never been able to let go completely up until now.

He quickened his pace and at the sounds he let out she felt herself climbing towards another high again.

He kissed her again, passionately and then lowered his lips to her ear, kissing her just beneath it.

"Now, love," he whispered.

That was her cue to come again and she felt her whole body go numb with the intensity of the sensation. She felt him join her and a complete feeling of bliss filled her.

He rolled off of her, pulling her to lie beside him and then pulled them covers over them.

She snuggled up against him and enjoyed the fact that there was no regret whatsoever left.

He was smiling, not smirking, a genuine smile.

She returned it and she found herself in another moment she'd never even considered a possibility before. It was like traveling a place no person had ever set foot on before.

She was free.

But she wasn't there yet; there were still some things she needed to get done first. This was just the start of a journey and she would be an idiot if she'd stop now.

Somehow the death of her old world had only allowed her to try and find where she really belonged.

"You're not going to vervein me and lock me in somewhere, are you?" she joked, yawning.

He grinned. "Do you want me to?"

"No!" she answered, playfully hitting his chest.

He smiled. "Then I won't."

She rolled her eyes and he leaned in, kissing her softly.

Then he pulled back and pulled her in farther. "Sleep now," he whispered and she complied, closing her eyes and relaxing in his arms.

Yes.

Tomorrow was an important day after all.

She awoke in an empty bed.

First she checked her emotional status – no, no regret.

Then she got up and to her surprise she found her clothes, neatly folded on a chair near the bed.

She shook her head and then slipped into them, getting ready to leave the room.

Where was Klaus?

She walked down the stairs and into the living room. He entered from the room beside it.

"Good morning, sweetheart," he said and she smiled.

He handed her a glass filled with blood and she was thankful for his mindfulness. She was thirsty.

She sat down on the sofa and started drinking.

He sat down in front of her.

"I've made a few arrangements."

She raised her eyebrows questioningly.

"Where do you want to travel to," he asked, his tone serious.

She frowned. "Uhm, I don't know."

"Anything. Anywhere you want. Just tell me."

She thought for a moment. "Europe. Spain."

He nodded. "How about Barcelona?"

She smiled. "So you want to buy me the ticket."

He nodded. "Yes. I also have this for you." He handed her a credit card.

"It has no limit, buy what you want."

Her eyes widened in shock as she frowned down on it.

What?

He took out a piece of paper and scribbled something down on it, then he handed it to her.

"The first number is a direct connection to me, free of charge, no matter where you call from. The second number belongs to an ally in England, the third to one in Russia, the fourth to one in Japan, the fifth one to one in Peru. The last number belongs to one in Barcelona. If you have any kind of problem just tell them your name and they are going to be helping you out."

Her frown deepened.

"Try to stay away from the supernatural, there are many dangerous people out there."

She shook her head and dropped both on the table.

"No."

He raised his eyebrows.

"Geez, I thought I was the control freak. I'm doing this for me, do be independent. I really don't need a fucking babysitter. You can keep all of that."

He frowned. "It's not safe."

She scoffed. "I am a vampire. I will manage."

He scowled. "I don't think you comprehend just how violent and rough this world is, especially to a young woman such as you. You are taking the phone numbers with you. You don't need to call, just in case anything happens."

She shook her head.

"Look, I can't promise you that I will come back. I don't want to be in your debt."

She saw a flash of hurt in his eyes but then it vanished again.

"You're not. Just take the numbers."

She sighed. "Fine." It might be a good idea to have some kind of protection if she needed it.

"But you will keep your money."

He rolled his eyes and sighed. "If that is your wish."

She nodded.

"But you will let me buy you the ticket."

She sighed. "Okay."

He smiled and she couldn't help but smile back. She finished the rest of the blood in one slug and then got up on her feet.

"I guess I'll get going, then."

He got up to. "Well, then let me take you to the door."

Both of them walked in silence and she realized that a part of her would be missing him. It already did.

When they were at the door he bent down and pulled her close again, kissing her.

She sighed and responded, suddenly not too eager to leave.

But then she broke away. She needed this.

She smiled.

"Thank you."

He nodded, smiling a sad smile back at her.

"Be safe."