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A/N: Thank you for all the reviews. I think all of you are right. There is no way they are lasting six months. So I will probably shorten it to three to four months.

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The groveling first came in the form of flowers delivered every day and sometimes even twice a day to her little flat. Vases filled with flowers of every type and every combination that a florist could possibly think of. Caroline would smile each time she would get a delivery. The flowers were not only beautiful and smelled heavenly but it also made her happy to see that Klaus was taking the job of making things up to her very seriously. Eventually Caroline had to text him to stop sending her flowers because she was running out of places to put them and her neighbor across the way was starting to sneeze every time Caroline opened her front door from the sheer amount of pollen that her flat seemed to expel.

After the flowers came the food; little boxes of candy, a small basket of chocolate covered strawberries and little delicatessens. The delightful treats that were delivered to her daily direct from all over Europe – macaroons from France, chocolate from Germany and even tiramisu from Italy. After about a week of stuffing her face and gaining five pounds - Caroline started to give the delicious treats away, not really willing to spend two hours a day on the treadmill just so she could continue to fit into her clothes.

Apparently Klaus got wind of her not enjoying the gifts to the fullest and switched tactics and instead of food or flowers - little gifts started to arrive. A movie she had wanted to buy, a little pendent she had had her eye on and other little random things that he somehow knew she wanted. Each day something new would arrive and it would drive her nuts trying to figure out how the hell he knew she would even like something like that. Every. Single. Gift. was absolutely perfect. She would wrack her brain on how he could know her so well. There was no way he could. She knew his source wasn't Stefan, after all he wouldn't know what kind of shoes she loved and Caroline was pretty sure that Klaus didn't have Kat's number.

Caroline shook her head as she accepted the delivery of another gift, opening it up to find a movie inside. How the hell did he even know she wanted this movie? Hell she just put it on her Amazon wish list yesterday…... "That crafty sneaky British bastard!" Caroline screeched into the empty flat. Of course! Her freaking wish lists! Everything that he had given her had been placed on a wish list at some point or another now that she thought about it. Caroline was pretty sure she had a wish list with all her favorite websites. Her wish lists must have been like a freaking gold mine to him. It was genius. Pure genius and all Caroline could do was laugh and shake her head.

The gifts and flowers were too easy for Caroline to count as groveling. She appreciated the effort but she wasn't just going let him off the hook that easy, not a chance in hell. She needed to come up with something horrendous, something that would truly make him feel the groveling. It took her about 20 minutes of brain storming to finally come up with something that was really going to make him work for her forgiveness. Picking up her cell phone she dialed Klaus's number as an evil smirked touched her lips as she thought of the torture she was about to inflict.

"Hello, sweetheart. To what do I owe the pleasure of your call?"

"You are taking me out." Caroline said sweetly into the phone.

"Excellent, love. I know of -"

"Ah ah ah. You didn't let me finish." Caroline interrupted. "You are taking me out …to every single tourist trap that London has to offer." An evil grin plastered on Caroline's beautiful face as she allotted out his punishment for his treatment of her and enjoying the accompanying groan of despair at her verdict. This was probably what Jabba the Hutt felt like when he told Han Solo he was going to freeze him in carbonate. (What? She's seen Star Wars. Bonnie and Jeremy had forced her to watch it God knows how many times. It was her punishment for being friends with nerds.)

"Come now Caroline. You can't be serious."

Caroline was almost giddy with how unhappy he was with these turn of events. After all what do natives hate more than anything? Tourists. And what did they hate more than anything by association? Tourist traps. And now Klaus who was a London native was going to be forced to endure both. Caroline almost cackled she was so happy with her evil plan.

"I'm as serious as a heart attack. Three weeks Nik." Caroline reminded him trying to keep the glee out of her voice.

"And I am truly and deeply sorry for that, sweetheart. And to make it up to you how about I show you the other side of London that few ever see?"

"Maybe later. For now you are taking me to those tourist traps and you are going to be happy about it because you are still groveling. This is you groveling" Caroline smirked as she listened to Klaus sigh of resignation.

"When do I pick you up?"

"Thursday at 8 a.m." Caroline said as she pulled open her laptop and started searching for said tourist traps.

"Do we have to start so early, love?"

"Yes Nik. We have lots and lots of things to do." Caroline smiled at the utter hopelessness in his voice.

"See you Thursday, love."

"Don't forget to bring your camera and fanny pack." Caroline said with a laugh as Klaus just scoffed and hung up the phone.

Caroline came out the door of her building like a flaming ball of sunshine. All curls and smiles as she made her way over to Klaus who stood waiting patiently next to the open back door of his black range rover. He was dressed simply in dark jeans and a black military style jacket with worn boots. His hair a mess of curls that looked like the pillow had had its way with him. Dark aviators covering his eyes from the bright morning sunshine that was gracing London, which was a fluke in itself and Caroline took to be a lucky sign that her plan would be perfectly executed today. Caroline herself had chosen to go with skinny jeans and some trainers with a red peacoat for their outing, seeing as they were going to be doing a lot of walking today.

A chipper "Good Morning" was thrown at Klaus as Caroline stood on tip toe to give his stubbled cheek a quick peck. Klaus grouched a rough "Morning." back. Stuffing his hands into his coat pockets as he looked down at the blonde angel turned demon as of 7:30 a.m. this morning when he had to drag his ass out of bed to come pick her up to take her out on a day of hellish delights.

Oooh someone was grumpy! And from the sallow look of his skin could he possibly be….dare she hope….? Caroline grinned as she lifted his sunglasses up to confirm her initial assumption. Blood shot eyes along with heavy bags underneath suggesting a night of heavy drinking and little sleep. Dropping his glasses back onto his nose she made a tut tut noise as she climbed into the back seat. Klaus followed soon after closing the door behind him, settling into the seat as he watched her dig into her coat pocket and hand the driver a list of places and addresses.

"Start with number two first." Caroline said as she leaned back into the seat to turn her attention to her escort for the day, a shit eating grin on her face as she gloried in his discomfort.

"Have a little too much fun at the bar last night did we?" Caroline hoped that he enjoyed that 'royal we' dig as much as she did.

"Could you not talk so loud, sweetheart?" Klaus groaned, his head falling back against the leather head rest as he closed his eyes, obviously in too much pain to catch any sort of dig thrown at him. Bloody Hell what was he thinking last night? Marcel shows back up in town and Klaus had somehow thought it was a good idea to spend most of the night and well into the early morning drinking and catching up knowing full well he had an early morning wakeup call with Caroline who was on a singular mission to see him on his knees. Obviously he was a bloody idiot.

That was all the answer she needed. Caroline only wants to cackle at this point. Not only was she going to subject a native of a city to the worst kind of torture she was going to do it while he was hung over as shit. With the way things were progressing she could totally see herself as an evil Disney villain. Cruella DeCaroline. She was this close from tapping her fingers together like Mr. Burns and saying excellent.

As much as Caroline wanted talk loudly or even tap a beat onto the window just to increase his level of discomfort during the short trip to their destination she could not bring herself to do so. He looked so miserable and yes while their first destination was diabolical – she found she could not bring herself to be that mean. So Caroline stayed quiet for the rest of the ride, she was even sucker enough to run her fingers through his sandy curls to straighten out his hair a bit and even going to far as to cup his face in her hand to gently massage his temple with her thumb. At the feel of Caroline's hand against his face, Klaus sighed and leaned into it, taking pleasure in the fact that it was his Caroline who was tending to him.

The reprieve was short lived as they arrived at their destination and Caroline pulled away from him and hopped out the back door. Evil plan back in place as she watched with unadulterated glee as Klaus stepped out the SUV and glanced around only to come to a standstill as his head fell back to take in the London Eye. She was trying to kill him, absolutely trying to bloody kill him. A hang over from hell and she brings him to the London Eye. She was even more devious than he was. Well maybe not quite as devious given what he allowed Kol to do with his baseball bat, but still it was pretty damn close.

The look on his face alone was almost enough to make her feel like his pound of flesh had been paid, but she was Cruella DeCaroline and she had a whole day of torture to inflict before she would be satisfied, that was if he managed to survive this one that is.

With a smile that would blind astronauts, Caroline took his hand, interlacing his fingers with her own, and dragged Klaus to the line that waited for the eye. There was already a press of humanity this early in the morning. There was never a down time for tourism in London. She was a magnificent queen of a city that drew the world's imagination and in turn drew tourist in droves

How was this happening? How did the King of the London underworld end up at the London Eye at 8:30 a.m. in the morning at the command of a wisp of a girl? Klaus looked down at the blonde demon before him and knew exactly why he was there. She was bubbly, light and beautiful and he would give anything just to in her good graces once more. With a heavy sigh he let go of her hand to gather her up in his arms and pull her back against his chest, his chin resting on her shoulder as he breathed in her fresh scent of sunshine and lavender.

Klaus smiled as he felt her sigh into him, her body melting back against his as her hands came up to curl around the his hands that held her against him. They stayed like that for the 30 minute wait to get to the front, quiet and content in each other's company.

When they did get to the front Klaus became apprehensive - as hangover, heights and moving platforms were generally not a good mix. Caroline gave the attendant their tickets and they stepped inside the pod along with the other tourists, Klaus trailing behind slowly. Caroline's evil plan however was pushed to the way side as she became caught up in the breathtaking view before her, all of London at her feet and on a beautiful day at that, showcasing the city's grace and beauty.

The higher they rose the sicker Klaus got. A few of the tourists that shared the pod with them made sure to keep away from the handsome man who looked a little green around the edges. Klaus leaned heavily against the wall of the pod with his eyes closed trying to strengthen his resolve not puke and not strangle Caroline when this was over. Caroline, so blown away by the view, had forgotten Klaus was not well and assumed he was at her side sharing in the amazing view of the city. She turned around with a question on her lips only to find him not at her side but at the back of the pod with his chin resting against his chest taking short shallow breaths.

Ok, maybe this part of the plan was just a little too evil. She could tell that he wasn't just hung over but that he was feeling terribly sick and she hated it. Taking pity on him she made her way over to him while pulling a water bottle out of her messenger bag. Twisting open the bottle and tucking the cap into her pocket she lifted his wrist and pressed the bottle of water into his hand.

"Drink it. It will make you feel better." Caroline said quietly, her hand lifting to smooth the creases of his furrowed brow. Looking at him so miserable broke her heart but she would not feel guilty. He was the one that did this to himself. There was no part in her plan for him to get drunk the night before their little 'tourist trap tour across London' to make things that much worse. Klaus took the water gratefully, taking small enough sips to help settle his rolling stomach. He still kept his eyes firmly closed convinced that the moving scenery would make him loose the contents of his stomach which was still pretty much whisky. Once the bottle was empty Caroline quickly tucked it back into her bag.

And this is why Caroline could never be a true evil villain, she just had too much heart. Pushing up his sunglasses to rest against the top of his head she cradled his face in her hands and gently massaged his temples. Caroline's slender body leaned against his own to give his hands something to anchor to against the gentle movement of the pod. She could feel him relax against her, some of the green receding from his skin tone.

Once they were back on solid ground Klaus was looking and feeling 10 times better which made Caroline's heart a little lighter. After all she still had a whole day of tourist trap torture to inflict and she didn't want to feel terrible about it. Hung over was fine. Sick as a dog not so much.

At Caroline's insistence they stopped at a little breakfast place afterwards, Caroline forcing a greasy breakfast down Klaus's throat (a cure for sick stomach caused by too much drinking) as well as some pepto (the British version of it anyway) and coffee. Once Caroline was satisfied that Klaus wasn't going to keel over from his hangover she resumed her evil torture Klaus grovel plan. Although she did end up crossing taking the ferry down the Thames off her list because she didn't think her would be boyfriend would make it in one piece despite the greasy breakfast she had fed him. She was still able to hit the big items on her list - the Tower of London, London Bridge, Big Ben, Windsor Castle and other big name spots around town.

Klaus managed to hold himself together through each stop. The breakfast he reluctantly admitted having been the turning point from him having to cry uncle and going home to actually manning up and performing his groveling duties as requested. As much as he hated going to the tourist traps, he did enjoy his time spent with Caroline. He loved how animated her face became as she explored the rich history of his city. The smiles she would shoot his way as she reveled in little unknown facts that Klaus could not help but share with her. Even though the places they visited were at so called tourist traps, they were still great historical monuments of London and that any pleasure he felt in visiting them were systematically ruined by the tourists that seemed to infest the places like vermin.

Caroline knew Klaus was enjoying their tour of London. She would catch these looks on Klaus's face that practically screamed his love of history no matter how hard he tried to maintain a passive façade. Even though she had intended this as a punishment she was almost just as pleased at the fact that he enjoyed it and he hated that he was enjoying it.

Klaus took every opportunity to touch her during their shared outing, whether it just be holding her hand or tucking her against his side as they explored each destination, even going so far that he would find himself stroking her golden curls as they waited in line after line in an effort to ease his boredom and impatience. Caroline herself was not opposed to his touch, making sure she was never far from his side in hopes that he would pull her against him once more or have his fingers interlace with her own. She herself taking quiet moments to run her fingers through his soft curls or run the back of her hand lightly against his stubbled cheek. Although Klaus hated all the tourists he really didn't mind the places they visited. He also had to admit he had a nice time (except for first part of it) with Caroline exploring his city's rich history.

They didn't get to everything on her list, but it was enough for Caroline to forgive him. Her guilty pleasure of having watched him suffer throughout their excursion through London with a hangover (despite her efforts to ease his discomfort as much as she could) was enough to feel like he had served his penance.

It was dark by the time they made it back to her place, Caroline turning down his offer of taking her out to dinner as she already had plans with a friend. His hand slid along the curve of her lower back as he escorted her into the building and to the front door of her flat. A small smile played on Caroline's lips as they came to a stop and turned to face him.

"I officially forgive you. You may now stop groveling, however I will still accept any forms of lingering guilt at your behavior in the form of gifts." Carline couldn't help the grin that split across her beautiful face as she informed Klaus of her decision. Klaus just smirked as he tucked a stray curl behind her ear, his fingertips lingering against the skin of her cheek. "Very magnanimous of you, sweetheart."

"Ohh, S.A.T. word!" Klaus gave Caroline a look of confusion at that outburst and she just rolled her eyes and muttered a "Nevermind." Before Caroline could continue Klaus leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. Since she had officially forgiven him, he was free to do as he pleased with her as she was now his. Her hands slowly came up to curl around his neck as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding gently across her lips before delving inside once they parted for him. His kisses were hungry and possessive, wanting to consume her as she had consumed his thoughts in the past few months. His hands gently stroked the curve of her spine along the outside of her jacket as he pulled her body a little closer so it fit perfectly into his own.

He consumed her mouth as if he was a thirsty man who had not seen a drop of water in days. Caroline could take only so much before she broke the kiss gasping for breath as her head fell back to discourage any further advances until she could catch her breath. If Klaus could not have her lips then he would taste her skin, his soft lips planting small kisses along the smooth line of her jaw leaving a trail of fire. A soft moan escaped her when his mouth reached her ear, his teeth pulling gently against the lobe of her ear. He explored further down her neck, kissing, nibbling, licking anything that was exposed to him, which was very little given she was still bundled up from the cold.

He listened to her vocal cues, stopping on a particular spot on her neck to tease out the sound of pleasure out of her once more. Caroline's fingers threaded through his hair again and again and when she could stand it no longer she fisted his curls in her hand and dragged his head back up for another searing kiss. This time she was one who dominated, her tongue sliding against his own as she explored his mouth. Her hands falling to the stubble of his cheeks, stroking them lightly with her finger tips before falling lower to curl her fingers against his neck, scratching the skin teasingly with her nails.

A soft clearing of the throat was what finally pulled them apart. Well at least Caroline tried to pull away, Klaus was having none of it as he held her close against his body, his head turning to face the fool that had interrupted them. Amy stood in the corridor facing them trying to hold back a grin at the scene she had stumbled upon. Caroline's cheeks turned bright pink as she struggled out of Klaus's arms, and after some a moment of hesitation, he reluctantly let her go.

"Amy!" Caroline squeaked with embarrassment. At that point Amy didn't even try to hold back her grin.

"Are you going to introduce me to your friend, luv?" Amy said as she flicked her gaze over Klaus with appreciation. Klaus just stood watching Caroline with an amused smirk enjoying how pink her face was at the moment.

"Right!" Caroline chirped. "Amy this is - " and before Caroline could say another word, Klaus decided to introduce himself. "Klaus. Caroline's boyfriend." It was after all what he had agreed to. Amy eyebrows shot up at that statement yet she remained silent as Klaus, who was no longer paying attention to her, turned his attention to focus solely on Caroline as he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss against her lips. "See you soon, sweetheart." His blue green eyes staring into her blue ones for a moment, relaying a multitude of promises in regards to their embrace before finally turning around and leaving, giving an absent nod to Amy as he passed her.

Both girls watched him walk out of the building before Amy turned to Caroline and grinned. "Ok, spill." Caroline just laughed and moved forward to take her arm to start their walk to dinner, filling Amy in on everything that was Klaus.

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