Klaus sat down in a chair by their kitchen wondering what her 'Hurry home,' text was about to find a couple of stacks lying around the table.
Caroline appeared a second later kissing his lips as she sat down next to him, "Okay were getting married," she said her ring sparkling with the sunlight.
Klaus nodded already aware of that fact but knowing the look she was giving him, she was serious about whatever he was about to say, "I need to get on a diet."
He felt himself groan before he actually did out loud, "Caroline you don't need a diet," he tried to interject but she swatted his hand away.
"Yes I do," she insisted sitting up in her chair, "It says so in all the magazines I read in preparation for this conversation," she informed him as she slid a stack to him.
"You prepped for this," he asked already knowing there was no way she hadn't prepped and planned for every scenario.
"Yes," she said with a nod of her head, "Because you have to diet too," Caroline told him as she scooted her chair closer.
Klaus lifts his shirt, "You think?" he asked rhetorically an impish grin forming at the way her mouth goes slack at the sight.
Caroline leers snapping out of it as she squeezes her eyes shut, "Damn it no," she exclaims losing one battle as she practically climbs the table.
"We don't need diets," he insists looking at his beautiful girlfriend who was perfectly fine with her body last weekend by the lake.
"You're right," she says and Klaus thinks she's seen reason already preparing to chuck these wasted trees filled with pictures in the trash, "I do," she adds.
Caroline looks up pointing to the roof determined, "I have to fit into the dress I've had picked since this morning at three am."
Klaus looks up at the ceiling for a whole different reason, "Caroline," he grunts wanting more than anything to go back in time about a thousand years when bridal magazines weren't in existence.
When standards of beauty weren't as difficult and arbitrary on a woman, "No," she says drawing him out of his musings, "Three twenty-five."
Klaus hugs her to him his hands squeezing her hips before sliding down her backside so she has to leave her seat and take his lap.
"You don't need a diet," he tells her from an objective point of view his eyes lingering hotly over her breasts peeking from her top. "I love your curves." He murmurs.
Klaus kisses her neck, persuading her, "But, but," she sighs with jerky breaths as he scrapes his teeth along her collarbone.
"If you want to eat a little healthier or run a little longer than you usually do fine," he says before licking the long line of her neck, "But don't exert yourself."
Caroline pulled back quickly her eyes narrowed, "It sounds like you're telling me what to do," she told him pulling out of his hold as she stood up.
"I'm not," he said watching as she fixed her shirt unconsciously rubbing her thighs together, "I swear," he told her.
"That's it," she announced pointing at him then herself, "I'm dieting," she says determined.
"This sunset sucks," she whined as she stood up finished with her last set of bridal lunges, "It's orange and pink, so not cute."
Klaus didn't spare the sky a glance as he sketched the lines of Caroline's face from memory, "It usually is," he commented, "But then there's the soft shades of blues mixed in with purple."
"Klaus," she groaned though not the way he would have liked, "Stop disagreeing with me," she told him as she moped sulking to the couch next to him.
"I'm adding to the conversation," he said looking at her with a soft lift of his shoulder when she sat next to him instead of on his lap.
"Well don't," she grumbled shifting so they faced each other, "And stop eating my pixy sticks," she whined out of hunger watching the sugared powder drop coloring his tongue.
"They became mine when you cleaned housed and said you couldn't eat them," he informed her with a smile that said she was about to cave.
She narrowed her eyes, "No fair," she said as she knocked the one he just opened out of his hand watching it drop to the floor next to them.
"They're really yummy," he said unbothered as he grabbed another from the bag and opened it turning his attention back to his work.
"You don't ever say that word," Caroline said as she moved her leg Klaus felt it land over his own as she pushed herself up so she was straddling him.
"I know," he mumbled as she drew nearer collecting his sketchbook and setting it softly aside before her hands ran up his chest.
Caroline kissed him her lips sucking on his tongue making him realize just what she was up to and while it aroused him he had to say something.
He pulled back with a grin, "Does my tongue taste better than usual?" he asked tucking a stray curl away from her face a she blushed.
"Diets are stupid," she said as she lounged over him kissing his lips softly as he nodded agreeing with her, "Can I have a stick now?"
"Which one?" he asked smugly, as his hips rose to meet hers, Caroline bit his lip as she rose up on his lap grabbing for the pixy.
"This one first," she told him as she opened the last red one and poured it over her own tongue as he watched her comfortably from his lying position.