A/N: This was the Klaroline Secret Valentines drabble I wrote for lannisterofslytherin, who also happens to be one awesome gal, also this is the first time I've finished a drabble since October so hopefully this will start a trend? This is based on the TV Show Outlander.

His lips traced a path down the column of her neck, as she closed her eyes in ecstasy. It was sinful how good he felt inside of her, how he brought her to heights she didn't even deem possible prior to meeting him. But the part of their lovemaking which always affected her the most, was the way he looked at her - with reverence, with worship - as if there were none like her, as if she was a gift crafted by the gods just for him.

And it was at times like these that she believed that he would be her last love.

She fingered the rocks and felt the granite under her fingertips, every year she returned to that spot and hoped that that might be the day that the rocks and all its mystic qualities allow her to return home: To her time, to her day, to her husband. But each time it seemed as if the rocks were mocking her, disguising themselves as empty shells, as she prayed to yet another unseen presence, asking them for the impossible.

Yet Caroline knew where the fault lied, every year she returned to Craigh na Dun but each year her dedication and resolution to return to the 20th century decreased, and her reasons for staying, for continuing the life that she had forged in the 18th century had increased.

She walked around the stones once more, as she dealt with her conflicting emotions. Could she return to Tyler after all this time? Play the role of a dutiful wife? Be able to romance him when he wore the same face of the man who tormented her in the 18th century, his ancestor? And what about Klaus? Why did she feel as if she would be betraying him if she returned to her first husband?

Tyler had been her first love, and whom she believed would be her only love. They had met before the war through some family friends, were inseparable and fell madly in love, but before they could wrap their heads around their newfound relationship, Neville Chamberlain was announcing that Britain was at war and they all had to take their places - her as a nurse at the front lines, and Tyler as part of intelligence unit in London. They didn't want to be separated, and Tyler felt they needed to make a lasting commitment to ensure that they would return to each other after the war. So one dusty Monday, they got married in a courthouse surrounded by other soldiers and the paramours, many of whom would never return home to fulfil their marital duties.

It was years later, when Germany had surrendered that they were reunited. Caroline often wondered if too much had changed between the two of them for them to ever be the lovesick young couple they once were, but he was her husband and she was determined to make it work. She had watched so many men die over the five years and never be able to be with their wives again that she felt a responsibility to attempt to reignite their spark.

As a way of distracting them from the horrors of the war, Tyler had planned a trip for them to Scotland as he was doing research about one of his ancestors, Richard Lockwood, a notorious commander in the Redcoat army which was fighting against the Scottish independence. Tyler was trained as a historian, Caroline as a botanist, but both of them craved the escape that the Scottish highlands offered them.

Tyler had told her about the Druid rituals that took place by the standing stones of Craigh na Dun, and she was transfixed, wanting to know more, see more, of this culture that has stood the test of time. So one night, Tyler took her to watch them perform one of their rituals. The process in and of itself was beautiful, the women worshipping and dancing in praise, but Caroline was so immersed in watching the ritual that she did not realize that her wedding ring had slipped off (she had lost so much weight during the war, it barely fit her anymore). It was only the next morning that Caroline noticed her bare hand, she told Tyler her predicament and she made her way back to Craigh na Dun to look for her ring while Tyler stayed behind to do some research at a local library.

She expected the ring to be difficult to find, it was afterall a small object in and amongst the tall grass, but almost as if it was waiting for her, she found it right where she was crouched the previous night. She was about to return to her car, when she saw a plant that she had learnt had miraculous healing abilities near the upright rocks. It was her curiosity that would be her downfall, as she wasn't content to just collect the plant, she had to inspect all the rocks, in case she found more rare plants. This was when she heard the whispering from the rocks, it seemed as if the voices were beckoning to her but she could not make out what they were saying. So she went nearer and nearer, until her ear was pressed against the rock, which was the last thing she felt before she felt a pull and she was laying on the ground, the clouds had shifted, and she was no longer in the present day.

"I knew," he whispered, as he loomed over her, his body covered in a sheen of perspiration from their latest round of lovemaking.

"What did you know?" She asked good-naturedly as she played with one of the necklaces he had around his neck, a lazy smile lighting up her face.

"I knew," his thick Scottish accent breaking a bit as he spoke, "from the very first time that I laid eyes on you, with your long blonde hair wild around your shoulders, your torn dress and your defiant eyes that you would change my life. And now here I am, and I cannot even imagine a life where I am not loving you."

She gasped at his honesty. But yet, that is how it was with Klaus, to everyone else he seemed hard, unforgiving, and abrasive but when it came to how he felt about her, Klaus was nothing if not tender and certain.

She did not comment on his sentiments, instead she let her actions speak for her as she pulled his head down and captured his lips with hers.

If she believed that the 20th century was a difficult place for women, she had not even considered the 18th century, whereby just being unattached was allowing oneself to be open for attack. The most traumatizing of this was the repeat beatings, and near rapes from the commander of the English army, who just happened to be her husband's ancestor, and uncannily share his face. So it happened that her second marriage had none of the romance and excitement that the first held, it was done hastily and strategically in order to protect her from the English Redcoats and other foes.

Caroline had stumbled across Clan MacKenzie when one of the leaders, Alaric, saved her from Richard Lockwood, the first time he attacked her. She travelled with them, attempting to return to Craigh na Dun so she could somehow make her way back to Tyler, in the craziness of what her life had become, he was her rock, he was the one thought she clung to, her reason to not give up, to find her way back. Caroline proved her worth to the clan when she nursed Niklaus, Alaric's nephew and future clan leader, back to health after a nasty fight with the Redcoats, her own experience as a war nurse, and her knowledge about medicinal plants making her an invaluable part of their clan.

Niklaus was a promising leader, a skilled fighter and an excellent orator. His uncle, who had no children of his own, had taken Niklaus under his wing when his parents were killed by the Redcoats, and taught the furious, vengeful young man to use his anger to fight for Scottish independence. Alongside his role in the clan, Niklaus was also charming and devilishly handsome, and women were constantly batting their eyelashes when he came into town, or the more confident ones batted parts of his anatomy. Niklaus' moods changed like the wind, he could go from threatening a man to charming his wife in a matter of seconds. And this is the man that Alaric had chosen for Caroline.

Caroline did not understand the decision, Niklaus was surely a prized bachelor, why would Alaric marry him off to a penniless widow? She voiced her question one afternoon as she and Niklaus sat by the lake as they often did, even before the betrothal. She admired the way the sun allowed the gold flecks in his hair to shine through, she had often found herself admiring him lately - that mental block that chastised her everytime she appreciated the physicality of a man that was not her husband was beginning to chip away because as she reasoned with herself, in this reality her husband did not exist yet, and if she were to marry again it would help that she felt some sort of desire towards her husband. And oh Niklaus made it easy to desire him, with his lean and muscular body, his golden curls, his piercing blue eyes, and those dimples. Oh those dimples made her weak in the knees.

"I wonder why your uncle made you marry me?" She asked, "I'm sure there are plenty more wealthier and influential women that would be extremely keen to wed you."

"He did not make me," Niklaus responded, "I offered."

"But why?" Caroline pressed.

"Because none of those other women interest me," he shrugged, "And I wager that none are as beautiful as you, or as strong, or as full of light. It is honor to be betrothed to a woman such as yourself."

Caroline stared at him dumbstruck as he lifted himself up from the bank and returned to the castle.

She kissed down his impressive chest, pausing every few moments to offer him an encouraging smile. In all his interactions and experiences with women previously, none had felt the need to pleasure him fully, to worship his body, to make him feel invincible. But somehow, Caroline felt as if this was something she wanted to do for him, to be generous, to be grateful, to show her appreciation.

His breath quickened as she her ministrations moved further and further south on his body until she lightly kissed his member and he groaned loudly. Caroline saw that as encouragement as she took his manhood into her mouth, and allowed her tongue to slide along the head. Klaus' moans became louder as she moved her tongue up and down his member, her hands stroking where her mouth couldn't reach. Klaus' hand moved instinctively to her hair as she continued to suck, to lick, to stroke until his body went rigid and he released his liquid onto her tongue. Caroline smiled triumphantly as she swallowed, his face showing how sated and overwhelmed he felt.

"God, marrying you was the best decision I've ever made," Klaus exclaimed after he finally got his breath back.

In the time that she spent in the 18th century, Caroline became many things she thought she would never associate with herself - an adulteress, a bigamist, a liar - all words with negative connotations, but nothing about Klaus felt negative. It felt right. She did not believe in fate, but a while ago she did not believe in druid rituals and time traveling either but she could not believe that some master planner in the sky schemed for her to defy the rules of nature, hop two centuries in the past, just so she could meet a man who would destroy everything she knew to be true.

Perhaps the reason why she could not go back to her own time was that the rocks were sealed to her, perhaps her future was with Klaus, perhaps she had to experience this type of love before she was to be returned. But oh how cruel that would be, that when her heart was solely Klaus' she would be separated from him. And therein lied the truth as to why she still allowed part of her heart to be inhabited by Tyler, because Klaus had the power, the passion, the endurance to encapsulate not only her heart but her entire essence but she feared that if she allowed him to do this and she would never be able to go back.

He seemed so much less severe when he was asleep, his eyes closed to the world, his perfect red lips slightly pursed. She watched her husband breathe methodically as she ghosted her hands over his form.

All the grand declarations of love had come from him: his descriptions of her beauty, him telling how he felt about her, how everything he did he did for her, how he intended to be her last love, and in each of those instances she stood silently, doubtedly, too fearful to respond. She tried to reciprocate in her actions, her gestures, her intentions.

Klaus was fire, he warmed her from the top of her head to the tip of her toes, with him she shone, she blazed, she gave light to others, but she knew that once the fire vacated her she would be burnt without recognition.

His arm moved to find her in his sleep, as it did on many a night, and she allowed him to drape it over loosely, he only seemed to sleep soundly when he was with her, she watched his sleeping form once more before allowing herself to doze off as well, as she whispered softly, "I cannot imagine a life where I was not loving you either."

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