Hi guys, hi! I know, I know...it's been way too long since my last update, but I don't like rushing things and I like writing when I'm inspired. I got inspired, therefore, I updated. Hahaha.

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I hope you like the chapter. It's a fun one.

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"We should get going," Caroline says and sits up from the lounge to unravel herself from Klaus.

They spent the remaining hours of the afternoon, and a little into the evening in the lingerie shop. Klaus was in no hurry to return back to his store, knowing full well that his siblings had the place handled without him. Kol was set to close up for the night, like he'd done many times in the past.

"What's your hurry?" he asks playfully and wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her back to the sofa.

She lets out a small screech and a giggle when she falls back into him and he muffles the sound when his mouth captures hers for another slow and meaningful kiss. Her wide eyes slowly close, as she gives into him for the moment and parts her lips to intensify the kiss.

Their naked limbs begin to twist around each other once more, and his hand glides easily down the curve of her back and back up again. His fingertips make slow, soft circles along her backside causing goosebumps to rise all across her body. The tingling sensation rushes through her, and acting as jet propulsion, she jolts up to cling to him and deepen the kiss.

"Mmm," she purrs. "If you're not careful, I may just have to have my way with you again, Superman."

He throws his head back to let out a chuckle and says, "Is that a challenge, Lois?"

For an instance, she thinks he got her name wrong, and cocks her head to the side. Her eyebrows furrow, and just before she asks him who in the world Lois is, it finally dawns on her.

"Ooooh, Lois Lane!"

Once again, Caroline, is truly proud of herself for understanding a comic book reference. Klaus, on the other hand, just shakes his head and smirks at the blonde. This is really something that needs to be rectified...sooner rather than later.

Klaus suddenly sits up and places his feet on the floor. He squints in front of him, narrowing his eyes to try and find his glasses. He sees the blurry outline of the black square frames sitting on the ottoman, and he reaches out and quickly puts them back in place. He turns in a quick circle, looking at the ground and in search of his clothes.

"Now, who's in a hurry?" Caroline asks, and sits up on her knees.

Klaus turns around to face her, when he notices her new position. Now that his glasses are back on, he can fully appreciate her naked form. Every dimple, every curve, every inch of her skin is in clear view and he can only stare at her in amazement.

"Caroline, you're unbelievable," he tells her and steps closer to kiss her once more. She pulls back, and gives him a shy look before lifting her hand in front of him - his shirt and jeans dangling from her fingertips.

"Were you looking for these?"

"Thanks," he tells her and pulls the shirt over his head and slides his pants on. "Now get dressed, but don't go anywhere. I'll be right back!" He places a chaste kiss on the tip of her nose, and races out of the dressing room.

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"I told you, if we're going to watch a superhero movie than at least pick a good one."

"There is nothing wrong with this movie, Katherine!"

"Forgive me for not agreeing, Elijah!" she says in a mocking tone. "The only superhero I want to remember Chris Evans playing is Captain America, not Johnny Storm."

Elijah straightens his back and takes a deep breath. He's not accustomed to having a woman in his life, let alone one that is so candid with him. "Why must you be so disagreeable?" he mutters and pinches the bridge of his nose.

Katherine stands up from the couch and saunters forward in her Selena Kyle way. She wraps her arms around him, and leans forward, placing soft kisses just below his earlobe. Elijah's thoughts suddenly get fuzzy as she moves her lips down his jawline, each kiss lingering a little longer than the last.

"Would you want me any other way?" she coos, and brings one of her slim fingers to his chin and kisses him gently on the mouth.

Elijah takes a deep breath and exhales forcefully, as he tries to steady himself and keep his composure. What is it about this woman that makes him lose himself completely? She is like fire and ice, which everyone knows should never mix, but with her, it's as if one cannot exist without the other. Her fiery temper, and icy demeanor, can easily turn to a cool disposition and a fiery passion.

He forgets himself completely, and the argument they were just having, when her tongue slips between his lips and greets him. At this point, he would watch Mr. Popper's Penguins, or even worse, The Green Lantern, if it meant staying like this forever.

"Man, can you guys just not, please?"

The two pull away when they hear Jeremy's disgusted tone echo through the living room. He's carrying a large bowl of popcorn and a plate of cookies, which he places on the coffee table before taking his seat in his favorite reclining chair. The chair that his sister decided to take with her when she moved out all those years ago.

Doesn't matter that it was his chair, or that it was in the den where he would lounge playing video games, or that he lost his virginity on it. Vicki Donovan, straddling him, as they reclined back and she rode him until he couldn't take it any longer. It was a moment that he'll never forget, and as cliché as it may sound, she turned him into a man that night. It lead to many more sweet memories of girls straddling him as he took them over the edge and he perfected his craft.

He tried to use it as an excuse for her to not take it, but it was too late. She had her sights set on it, and after a thorough steam cleaning (to remove the "Vicki cooties") and a trip to get it reupholstered so it would match her apartment's decor, it was gone.

"What the two of you do behind closed doors, is your business, but not in public, and definitely not when I'm around."

"My apologies, Jeremy, but I believe your sister cannot refrain from keeping her hands off of me," he replies with a straight face and a glimmer of jest in his tone.

"Dude," Jeremy lounges back into his chair and laughs, "did you just make a joke?"

"It happens on occasion," he chuckles with the young man. He looks down at Kat, who is staring up at him as if she's seeing him for the first time. He takes notice and comments, "I believe the term you are searching for is 'Oh-Em-Gee.'"

"He's on a roll, folks!"

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After begrudgingly putting her clothes back on, Caroline takes a brief moment to walk through her store to gauge her inventory. They're low on a number of items and she makes a note and places it on the cash register for the morning.

Caroline has never been one to sit still for too long, her overactive and neurotic mind is always plotting and planning, and before too long she is shuffling tables and rearranging displays. The front window display is typically a Monday morning job, but since she has the time, she might as well get started.

She grabs a few of the new items that just came, avoiding the ones that were a part of her little fashion show (those will find a home in her top dresser drawer), and notices a new corset that is a bright orange with black lace and matches the fall leaves that are beginning to form on the maple tree outside.

The front doorbell chimes, and Klaus reenters, catching Caroline off guard with the torso of a mannequin in one hand and a pair of panties in the other.

"Uh-oh, she's started working," Klaus teases. He doesn't give her time to respond and takes the mannequin and places it on the table. He then grabs hold of her hand and brings her back into the dressing room. It's not until she is being pulled behind him that she notices the large box that he is holding, filled to the brim with shiny plastic.

"What's that?"

He leads her back to the chaise lounge and sits down beside her. He places the large box in front of them and begins to take them out one by one.

"This, love, is one of my comic book collections."

"One?" she laughs and looks over at him, "how many do you have?"

"You don't wanna know," he shakes his head and gives her a side smile. "But this is a good one for what I have planned."

"And what exactly are we doing?"

"We," he says and hands her a comic book with a guy in a yellow suit and silver claws on the cover, "are going to teach you comic books 101."

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"The Avengers, it is," Kat says, and walks triumphantly to the DVD player to put the movie in. Elijah stares appreciatively at Kat as she bends over and shows off her assets, her designer jeans hugging her nicely. It's hypnotic and only when he hears the annoyed tone of her brother, does he snap back to the present.

"Dude?!" Jeremy says in a derogatory manner. "I'm sitting right here."

Elijah sheepishly glances at the boy and shrugs before reaching forward and grabbing a cookie from the plate of cookies. He doesn't normally eat sweets, but he needs a distraction. He's pleasantly surprised with the chewy goodness as the chocolate and sugar roll around on his tongue. For one that doesn't eat cookies often, he barely notices the herbal aftertaste, as he reaches forward to grab another one.

"Whoa, Elijah, I wouldn't do that," Jeremy warns.

"Do what?" Kat asks as she makes her way back to the sofa to cuddle in next to Elijah.

"Why not?" He asks Jeremy. "They're very tasty."

Kat watches the interaction between the two men, putting pieces together to complete the puzzle of the situation. When she notices the up-to-no-good smirk on Jeremy's face, she flips her head between them and to the plate before saying, "You didn't?"

Elijah, per usual, is at a loss as to what is transpiring.

"Is somebody going to clue me in as to why I'm being berated for eating a cookie? And why I can't have another?"

"Oh...sweetie," Kat patronizes him with her tone and dabs away a piece of chocolate from the corner of his mouth. She starts to tell him what he just ate, but instead just shrugs and leans back into the crook of his arm. It's better that he doesn't know.

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"Okay, so Thor's the only one who can pick up the hammer?"

"Yes."

"Not even The Hulk can pick it up?"

"Nope."

"But he's so strong."

"Yes, but the hammer's magically linked to the person who is worthy of the hammer."

"Well, you don't know if the Hulk isn't worthy. You don't know his life!" she offers adamantly, throwing her hands in the air in exasperation.

Caroline is becoming more and more invested in the conversation, and her competitive side is starting to take hold. She's never been one to back down from a challenge, and she can see right now that if she were to invest any more of her time in this world, her brain would go into overload.

After learning about the X-Men, Iron Man, The Fantastic Four, and some basic information on Spiderman, she's becoming all too aware of how complicated this world can be. Klaus also mentioned that these were only Marvel comics, and that superheroes like Superman, Wonder Woman, and Batman were all part of another comic book universe called DC.

Her intensity is interrupted when she hears Klaus start to snicker. She glances over at him to see his shoulders shaking and a hand covering his mouth. Her shoulders sag and she looks at him in all seriousness.

"It's not funny," she whines.

"I know, I know." He tries to hold it together.

"Then stop laughing." She picks up the panties she was displaying for him earlier and tosses them across the couch.

He play ducks, as the silky pair fall from his chest and into his lap. The fabric alone is enough for him to get excited once more as he clutches them in his hand. He reaches out for her and she tries to wriggle away, but she is no match for his long arms as he grabs hold of her waist and tosses her down onto her back. He hovers over her, pins her hands above her head and swipes her unruly bangs away from her face.

"That wasn't very nice, Caroline," he says in a playfully dark tone.

"Well, what are you going to do about it?" she plays along.

"For starters," he bends down and skims his lips along her collarbone, "you've been dressed for far too long."

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It's a good thing that both Jeremy and Katherine have seen The Avengers multiple times. They don't have to worry about missing any important plot development scenes or any of the amazing action because, as it plays in the background, they can see it in their heads.

This is a good thing because watching Elijah Mikaelson watching The Avengers is far more entertaining in this moment.

The usual tight laced and rigid man, has removed his shoes, his jacket and his tie. He's lounged back comfortably on the couch, his feet are settled onto the coffee table and his arms are stretched back behind his head.

The pair of them see the usually uptight guy, fully relaxed and enjoying the movie. He laughs when things are funny, and nearly cries when moments are sad. He is seemingly normal, except when he does laugh, it's loud and lasts longer than it should, not to mention it's at the most random times.

"Is this the first time you've lost a soldier?

WE ARE NOT SOLDIERS!"

According to Elijah, this is the funniest moment of the movie.

"Did you see the way Tony's eyes got really big...hahaha...and his nostrils flared...and hahahaha...his jaw was clenched so tight...hahaha."

It took him a good fifteen minutes to calm down, as the image of Tony getting angry would set him off into another fit of hysterical giggles.

Of course this made Kat and Jeremy laugh too, deeming one of the most serious moments of the movie, from here on out, the funniest.

And then this happened...

"Doctor Banner, I think now might be a good time to get angry."

"That's my secret, Cap. I'm always angry!"

Elijah was very still in this moment. His eyes wide in terror and a pure look of panic on his face. As Bruce morphed into that large green monster, Elijah's eyes sparkled as the brilliance of the scene overwhelmed him. Pools of tears hovered in his lids and as the flying monster drove into The Hulk, the tears spilled out and ran down his face.

It wasn't that he was crying because it was sad. No. He was so intent and so focused on the scene that it was as if he were there himself. At one point, he literally reached his hand out to grasp at something. Kat only looked at him cautiously before placing her hand on top of his and slowly lowering it back down to his lap.

"Thanks," he tells her. "It almost got me."

"No problem," she says in all seriousness and presses her lips together to hold back another laugh and glances over at Jeremy.

She notices her little brother, who's obviously baked himself, rubbing his hands up and down the arms of the recliner, a pensive look masking his face. She shakes her head and slightly shudders, knowing the history her brother has had with the recliner.

"I need to make a phone call," Jeremy says, and pulls out his phone to dial a number and stands up from his seat.

He walks toward the kitchen and she faintly hears him say, "Hey Bekah...whatcha doin'?"

You are such a dirty slut, Jeremy, Kat thinks to herself and turns her attention back to Elijah. He's no longer watching the movie, but has now transfixed his gaze onto Katherine. She leans back a little and eyes him warily.

"What?"

"You're really beautiful," he tells her and reaches forward to grasp one of her curls in his hands.

"Oh you think so," she asks and lifts a seductive eyebrow.

Elijah is in no longer interested in finishing The Avengers. He stands to his feet, grabs her by the hand and as he pulls her away from the living room she reaches out and grasps the entire plate of cookies.

"This should be fun," she says and takes a bite before being yanked through her bedroom door.

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Caroline clicks off the final light to the lingerie shop as Klaus waits for her by the front door. She's sufficiently had her fill of Klaus' comic book collection, not to mention her fill of Klaus himself.

They walk outside, embracing the crisp air that is beginning to turn up at night as the seasons change. She rubs her hands up and down her arms to warm them.

"Sheesh, I should've brought a coat."

"I have a hoodie back at the shop," he says and walks toward the darkened comic book shop. It's been closed for a couple hours now and so he takes his keys out of his pocket to let himself in. It's not until he goes to put the key in the door that he realizes it's already open.

Not unlocked, but open.

It's been left ajar, and he feels a lump rise in his throat. He slowly pushes open the door all the way and steps inside, and fumbles for the light switch along the wall. It clicks on and as light pours into the shop, he takes a step forward and cringes as his foot lands in the first of many piles of broken glass. His eyes close, his fists clench and he screams, "Son of a bitch!"

DUN-DUN-DUN!

Haha. Oh no...what's happened? And who the eff forgot to lock the door?

Hope you like the chapter. I tried to give you a little Kalijah, since I felt like they've been missed.

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