Hello my beautiful readers! I hope you're all doing well and enjoying your summer...or winter, depending on where you're at in this big gorgeous world of ours.

I would like to start by apologizing. It has come to my attention that I failed in the geek department. If you could please ignore the fact that I so wrongly described the one ring to rule them all, that would be fantastic. Just imagine that it was written in Elvish and on the inside of the ring...not the out. A true, and great nerd amongst us let me know that I fucked up, and I greatly and painfully accepted my indiscretion. Thanks Kristen! =P

I hope you enjoy this chapter. There's a little drama, a little smutty goodness and hopefully some laughs!

Thank you to livingdeadblondegirl, a-little-blonde-distraction, klarolineepiclove, approvesomuch, and of course sweetklausoline, for being my lovely Betas and Friends!

Enjoy!

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"Well, that's disappointing," Elijah shakes his head at the door where his brother just raced through. "I understand Klaus' need to be with Caroline, but this is a very valuable prize."

"So's Caroline," Kol leers at the doorway, "I'd throw that ring over a bridge to get a piece of that."

On the way back to the office Bonnie is halted in her steps. She hears Kol's comment, and she's had about enough of this. Why Kol continues to act like a prepubescent child is beyond her. She turns and steps around the counter to face him.

"A piece of what, Kol?" she interrupts with a hint of annoyance in her voice.

He tilts his head at Bonnie, and chuckles. "Oh, I think you know what I mean," playing along with her "pretend" offense.

"Oh but, by all means, please, enlighten us with more of your charming anecdotes," she says through a thick blanket of sarcasm, and with a bit of a nasty tone.

Kol brings his full attention to the girl, trying to get a read on her. They've known each other forever, but this is the first time he's actually seen her be...is that mad?

Is she mad at me?

"I think what Kol means by 'piece' is in reference to getting a 'piece' of sexual activity-"

"I know what he means, Elijah," Bonnie snaps and stops the lesson with a raised palm and closed eyes.

Yep. She's mad.

"I just don't see why it's necessary for you to always be so sexist and derogatory with your remarks." She throws her hands on her hips and raises an eyebrow at Kol - challenging the boy.

Kol's eyebrows knit together in confusion and his eyes narrow. He'll take her challenge and raise it with some snark. "Why do you care all of a sudden about what I say?"

"I don't," she quickly fires back. "I'm just wondering when you're gonna get it through your thick skull that women don't like to be talked about like that?"

It's not as though his constant babblings and sexist remarks have offended her before. So why now? What's changed? Before Bonnie could figure it out for herself, Kol chimes in with his own idea of her new found epiphony.

"And here I thought since you've decided to play for the other team, with our baby sister, might I add," he throws a hand between Elijah and himself, "that you'd like to join in on my derogatory comments?"

Elijah looks between the two and takes a step back, not wanting to get involved in what's transpiring before him. He may be daft in some respects but it would take a complete idiot to not notice the tension building in the room.

Bonnie rolls her eyes and crosses her arms in front of her, shielding herself from giving anything away about the true nature of her and Bekah's relationship.

"Or maybe," he continues, "you've decided that this new way of life has given you some sort of right to spew a bunch of feminist crap at me."

"Maybe it has," she spits and takes a step closer. "For years I've listened to you go on and on about how hot this girl is, and what you'd like to do to that girl. It's getting old, Kol, and it's-"

"What is it?" he challenges.

"It's disgusting!" she blurts, and throws her hands in the air.

It's his time to take a step closer, as his voice raises and he points a finger right at her. "If I'm so disgusting, then why did you hang out with me all these years? Why did you listen to me go on and on about this girl and that girl?"

Bonnie opens her mouth to speak but can find no words. He's got her there.

"Oh I see," Kol continues coolly and takes another step. "Now that you're all dressed up and feeling good about yourself, you think you have the right to belittle me and make me feel bad about how I am?"

Now he's angry. Blame it on his stupid pride, but having Bonnie, his closest friend, call him out on his character was hurtful and surprising. She's only ever been nice to him, maybe a little passive aggressive with her subtle eyerolls and feigned annoyance, but she's always laughed with him; always made him feel good about himself.

"Is that so?" she scoffs.

"Yeah, and let me be the first to say that you're not fooling anybody."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me." His voice turns cold and the normally joyful and glib friend she's always known can barely be seen through his angry eyes and clenched jaw. "You may look gorgeous now, with your new hair and wardrobe, but we all know that the same scared and insecure Bonnie is still hiding underneath!"

He immediately regrets the words before they even leave his mouth. He watches as her expression changes from disagreeable to hurt in a flash. You would think that he would stop and apologize but he's a Mikaelson, and unfortunately Mikaelsons aren't known for being the most tactful people on the planet.

"That's it, isn't it?" His voice lowers and he peers into her sage green eyes. "You still feel bad about yourself, but now you feel like you have the right to put people down, because at least you don't look like it on the outside. So, am I just some pathetic guy that you can only tolerate now?"

He's so close. The closest he's ever been to her before. She can feel his breath on her lips, and her chest hitches and tightens while she watches his eyes move across her face. She didn't mean for it to escalate like this. She didn't mean to make her friend feel so horrible, and now she's driving an even further wedge between the two of them.

It was supposed to be innocent. Choosing to kiss Rebekah was supposed to only peak his interest and make him notice her, but now she's afraid her little game may have hurt him deeper than she thought.

She knows he doesn't mean what he's saying. His words are hurtful, but he's never been good with words or expressing how he feels to begin with. She should be furious with his outburst but she can't help but blame herself for taking it this far.

"No," she whispers. "I just...I just don't understand why such an amazing guy like you, feels the need to pretend to be something that I know he isn't."

Her words are so genuine that it's his time to be speechless. He takes a step back from her, feeling even more confused about the girl standing in front of him. In a way, it hurts more now than it did yesterday when he watched her go to Bekah instead of him. He understands that you don't choose who you love, he only wishes that she would've chose him.

In the end, it wouldn't matter if he was the person that she perceives him to be, he wouldn't have had a chance with her anyway.

Instinct takes over, and he finds himself raising a hand to brush away a stray hair from her face, as he's done for her many times before. It's different this time, however, and he allows his fingers to linger a bit longer and he gently strokes her cheek with his knuckles. He glances back up at her and notices shallow pools beginning to form in her eyes. His heart falls to his stomach. She's so beautiful and he wants nothing more in that moment to not only tell her, but show her how he feels.

"Bonnie, I-"

"I have to go," she cuts him off and takes a step back from him as well. "Tell Klaus I'm all done and that I'm taking off for the day."

She quickly steps around him and across the store, racing away from the scene that just took place. When she steps outside she throws her back against the brick wall, sighing heavily and placing a hand on her now tingling cheek. This was not the way it was supposed to go. She suppresses the need to run back into the shop and hug him and tell him that she only loves him. She's supposed to be making him work for it, and if she's not careful, he's not going to have to work at all.

Inside the shop, two brothers, a ring and Just Dance 4 are left alone.

Elijah picks up the game and looks at his brother.

"Shall we?"

"Elijah, I'm sorry, I'm not in the mood," Kol tells him as he continues to look in the direction of Bonnie's departure. His insides are boiling from the argument, and his mind and his body are fighting for control. He never should have said what he said, but it's too late. Always speaking before he thinks, and now he's afraid that the consequences of his actions may have just pushed away the one person that he truly cares about. He turns on his heel and makes an exit to the back office, leaving Elijah feeling abandoned and slightly confused.

Elijah looks around the room, seeing that the shop was nearly cleared out for the moment. His eyes drop to the small box on the table and they grow wide with revelation. He picks up his jacket and dusts it off before putting it back on and adjusting his tie. He's much too reserved and polite to become blatantly celebratory about his victory, so instead he simply picks the trinket up, clenches it in his hand and calmly thinks to himself...

My precioussss.

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Klaus shifts in his seat, his jeans becoming a bit unbearable as each lingerie item that she adorns adds to the "growing" need to take her. He can't handle another outfit change, knowing that her naked body is just on the other side of that curtain taunting him to come and take a peek.

He imagines her slowly removing each article of clothing, her panties sliding down her long satin legs, and the thin straps of each teddy rolling over her shoulder before shimming down and releasing those supple breasts from their packaging.

"And what about this one?" he hears her say and he sits up in anticipation for the next sultry surprise.

Caroline flings the curtains open of her dressing room, to reveal sexy little outfit number four. A baby blue bra that hugs her tightly, pushing her breasts up and out accompanied by barely there panties that are begging to be removed...with his teeth if he has it his way.

He watches her take slow, deliberate steps around the room, her blonde hair swaying gently with each movement down her back. The high heels she's wearing make her look like a sexy Amazon warrior, waiting to pick him up and nestle him deep between her bosom.

As she turns away from him, he refrains from jumping from his seat to grasp the display in front of him. Unlike the other lacey ensembles, this one is lacking any sort of fabric to cover her milky white ass, except for the thin g-string that is playing peek-a-boo at the very top. Her toned figure glides effortlessly around him, and he suddenly feels like a helpless bunny about to be ravished by a sensual lioness.

Her fingers drape casually along his shoulders as she passes behind him, and his breath catches as she leans into him and runs them down his chest and back up again. She leans a little closer and with her steamy breath caressing his earlobe, he feels her teeth slightly nip and her tongue lightly flick his ear. Sparks ignite in a tingling sensation, as they travel down his neck and through his body, torturing his already hungry erection.

He reaches his hands up to run them up her arm, feeling her soft, warm skin as they rest upon his chest. He leans his head back to peer up at her and with a gentle palm tilts her face down and captures her lips with a kiss.

She moans softly into his mouth, as their tongues tangle and dance in a rhythm of their own. She breaks from the kiss long enough to continue her saunter around the chaise lounge he's so patiently been sitting in. When she reaches the front of him she lowers herself and wraps an arm around his neck before sitting across his lap.

"This one's my favorite," he says and takes a long hard look at the beauty in front of him.

"Oh yeah?" she hums.

"Definitely."

Klaus brings his mouth back to hers while his hands find rest from their torture when one finally meets the skin of her long legs and the other wraps around her waist and holds her close. He runs his hands up her calf and to her thigh, deepening their kiss as the sensation causes a deeper hunger to travel down below.

They break the kiss again, this time to allow Klaus to pant out his appreciation.

"You are incredible," he sighs.

Her chest begins to rise higher as her breathing deepens and suddenly he feels as though there's something stirring behind those bright blue eyes. He lifts his hand to move her blonde tresses behind her back and leans in kissing her neck softly, as if he's coaxing what she's feeling out of her.

"Is there something on your mind, love?" he purrs into her, his pet name reminding her of last night's declaration.

She wants to tell him. She needs to tell him, that she's never felt more beautiful than when she's with him...like this...deep in his embrace. The way he looks at her and holds her so delicately in his hands makes her feel like a priceless jewel. The love she thought she felt for him, seems to multiply with each feel of his fingertips dancing across her skin, and his lips moving sweetly across her neck.

Caroline closes her eyes and lets out a barely audible moan when she feels his tongue begin to slide down her throat, across her chest and nestle between her breasts. If any sort of declaration was going to happen, the moment has passed, as he swiftly unclasps her bra with one hand and slowly begins to remove it one strap at a time. All coherent thoughts seem to dissipate, and are replaced with only carnal desires as he moves his thumb back between her legs and forms light, caressing circles on the inside of her thigh.

Incoherently she mumbles something that sounds like, "I forgot..." and he picks her up just enough to lower her onto the sofa. He removes her bra and tosses it to the floor, and both hands move up her torso, and his fingers roll over her breasts before he grasps them in both hands.

Caroline's head rolls back. "Mmm, that's nice," she says as he continues to massage her. She briefly looks up at him, and the moment of sweet seduction and reverie, is slightly interrupted when she lets out a single giggle and quickly covers her mouth.

"What?" he asks, suddenly nervous and caught off guard and retracts his hands. He looks down at himself to see what could possibly be funny. "Did I- did I do something wrong?" he asks gingerly.

Caroline shakes her head at him, and throws her head back to let out another chuckle. "No, no, but...are you having a hard time seeing me right now?"

"Huh?" he questions, not quite sure what she's talking about, when he finally realizes what's so funny.

A once clear and shining face is now a cloudy blur of shimmering beauty. Klaus' glasses have sufficiently fogged up, obscuring his vision and efficiently making him feel like a cartoon character.

"Oh," he says and sits up to remove them. "I must look ridiculous."

He takes them off and begins to dry them off with the hem of his shirt, when she stops his movements and grabs hold of his glasses. "Here, let's just put these over here." She leans over and places them on the ottoman next to her.

"Well, now I really can't see you," he laughs.

"It's alright," she tells him and runs her hands up his back and grabs hold of his shirt and pulls it up and over his head. She pulls him back on top of her and placing her hand over his moves it painstakingly slow up her body to rest on her breast. "You don't need to see me. Just...feel me."

He continues his massaging, this time grabbing hold of every inch of her. He matches each motion of his hand with a swipe of his tongue and she can sense his urgency as he lowers himself between her legs and grinds into her already wet center.

His mouth finds her again and he brings his fingers to the lacy lining of her panties and she shivers as his fingers make their way between her legs. One of his fingers slides between her folds and she breaks from the kiss to gasp at the sensation. He immediately finds her sweet spot and alternates so brilliantly between deep pressure and light caresses. His hand cradles under her head and she nips at his shoulder when his finger slides down and deep inside her.

He holds her close, pressing her tits flush against his chest and he rocks with her as her hips buck with each thrust. He fills her up as much as possible, inserting another finger and curling them inside. She lets out a scream and her abdomen tightens as she lifts herself up and clings to his shoulders, gasping as he brings her closer and closer to her first wave of pleasure. With his fingers buried deep, he holds them in place and feels her walls tighten as she sinks her teeth into the flesh of his shoulder which muffles her orgasmic cry.

He lays her head back down on the couch, and she enjoys the ripples continuing through her body. Her moment of bliss can wait however, or continue, depending on how you look at it, as he sits up and inhumanly fast has his pants off, her panties off and he's plunging himself deep between her legs. The shock of it only spurs her forward and she pushes him up with the palms of her hands. He raises up to his knees and she wraps her legs around his waist. She holds onto his neck as he straightens his back and brings her up with him and once situated, allows her to take control of the speed.

Caroline clings closely to him, using his shoulders, the back of the couch and the heels of her feet to move up and down upon him. Once her rhythm is set, she flicks her tongue across his lips, and he opens his mouth to invite her inside. He captures her tongue with his and he drags his hands up her bare back, her blonde curls tickling his fingertips as he does so. He grabs hold of her shoulders and halts her movement by pushing her down to keep himself deep inside. She begins to roll her hips in circles, not wanting to stop the sensation of his hard dick rubbing slowly and stimulating every nerve. He lets out a deep growl to show his appreciation and pushes his forehead against hers to look into her eyes.

She bites her bottom lip and grabs hold at the nape of his neck, letting his strong arms balance and hold them in place. His hands move back to her hips and this time he takes control, bringing her up and down at his pace. She's so wet, and he's so hard, both of them ready to be released from the torture.

"Are you ready to come for me again, Caroline?" he asks her. He secretly hopes she is, because he's not sure he can hold out much longer.

"I've been ready," she laughs. "I've just been enjoying the ride."

He laughs and throws her back down in front of him. "Good, cause I can't control it any longer."

"Then fuck me, Klaus," she demands and grabs hold of his hips to pull him closer. "Good and hard! Take me there!"

He didn't think it was possible, but her dirty words have made him grow even harder. He doesn't waste any more time, and lifts her legs up and over his shoulders. She can't help the breath that gets caught in her chest as he plunges hard and fast. He holds onto one of her legs while his free hand grabs hold of her breast. For the longest time the only sound that echoes through the small dressing room, is Caroline's whimpering, Klaus' growling and the distinctive sound of skin slapping onto skin.

Her back arches as he brings his hand to her ass and lifts it up off the sofa, bringing her throbbing core closer to him. Her breasts bounce, her eyes roll back, and her hand reaches up to the back of the sofa, grasping onto whatever she can as his pounding gets harder.

The lights in the room become hazy, and her eyes glaze over when he brings her foot to his mouth and sucks roughly on her big toe. She didn't even know she liked that until this moment when the sensation tingles through her foot, and down her leg like the fuse on a stick of dynamite. The spark sizzles and the heat is too much when it finally reaches the end and detonates, blasting between her legs and shattering her completely.

She screams his name and clenches onto him, and the pressure is the last straw before he lets go too, his scream just as loud and his pleasure just as great.

He crumbles on top of her, and kisses her again, cupping her face and running his hand through her hair. He may have lost his chance at winning the ring from his brothers, but in this moment, the prize that is lying underneath him is worth more than any ring or trinket he could imagine.

That was fun to write!

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