Author's Note: I love this couple, but writing a multi chapter story about them hasn't been easy. This is the end of my story and I changed my rating to M.
Its been three months since Klaus started seeing Camille. Klaus is becoming increasingly paranoid that someone is looking to hurt his brave bartender as means of revenge. When he tells her she's moving in with him, she flat out says no. That doesn't deter Klaus. When she goes to work, he has his minions move her stuff to his house and redecorates his place with what he thinks she will like. When she realizes what he has done she puts up a fight, as expected. "You have to stay with me. A new renter is moving into your apartment today." He says to her.
"You are a controlling jackass, Klaus Michaelson!" Stressing every word, she wants him to know how angry she is at him. Klaus looks at her adoringly and says "You are staying with me, Camille O'Connell. I know this is not ideal but I want to keep you safe and make sure you live to an ripen old age." He stops to wait for her reaction. When she crosses her arms and tries not to be impressed with his words, he lifts the cover of a painting and reveals a picture of a blond woman adoringly speaking to a crowd of people. The focus of the painting is in the woman's eyes. They speak of love and empathy. Momentarily distracted by the painting Camille forgets she is angry at him. "This is beautiful," she says. Their eyes meet. Klaus begins a rehearsed speech, "I walk into Rousseau's looking for someone instead I find you. You fight in my corner after seeing me at my worst. My heart swells when I'm with you."
Cami stands still, emotions rolling through her. He takes a step towards her and captures her lips. The kiss is chaste. He breaks it off before it gets heated. "I don't want you to think that I expect anything from you. I want you to live here regardless of us." Cami looks up at the man in front of her. Despite her best efforts, Klaus wins this round.
In the days that follow, Cami redecorates and modernizes her new living quarters. Klaus stubbornly refuses to buy a computer and paints when he's moody. They argue on everything. Their fights become so heated he usually takes a walk after they argue. At times, she doesn't know if they can live under the same roof. But then he surprises her by writing her apology letters.
One evening, Klaus comes out of the courtyard to see Cami return home. "Guess what?" she says cheerfully. "Your appointment book is booked until next year?" Klaus teases her while taking her arm. "No, silly. I got my first client!" She gives him a peck on his lips. "There was never a doubt in my mind that you wouldn't get clients." He walks her to the dining room. Crawfish etouffee is on the menu. She starts eating and compliments, "This is delicious, but I'm not a guest anymore. I can make my own dinner, you know." Klaus looks offended. "You are not making dinner. If you want you can tell the servants what you want prepared every day."
Cami won't have it and insists on making dinner the following night. When she walks into the kitchen the next evening, she sees all the lights on but no one in sight. Putting down the groceries, she searches for an apron. "I believe you are looking for this." Klaus speaks from behind and hands her an apron. She turns around and notices that he rolled up his sleeves and holds a kitchen knife. He proceeds to chop up the peppers lying on the Cutting board. Cami watches Klaus go about his business in making dinner and starts helping him. He boils the pasta and proceeds to make the sauce. Amazed, she asks him, "How do you know how to cook?" Looking a tad impish, he avoids eye contact when he responds, "I watch the food channel." He ladles a spoonful of sauce for her to taste. When she finishes tasting the sauce and looks up at him, a wave of strong attraction grips her. He feels it too. In the next moment he puts down the ladle and lifts her onto the counter. They kiss feverishly. She lets out a low moan when his tongue probes her mouth. His arms are like steel, encasing her into an unbreakable bond. Abruptly, he breaks off their connection, "If we continue I will not be able to stop, Luv." Leaning in, she whispers, "Then don't stop." Taking his cue, he picks her up and carries her to his bedroom in vampire speed. When he lay her on his bed, he slows down and savors the moment. His hands caress her neck, collar bone, breasts, and they go lower. The beast in him takes over and he becomes insatiable and domineering. When he moves inside of her he claims her as his. She orgasms time and again screaming his name. After the 3rd time, she finally pushes him away and falls asleep. He watches her silently. Knowing he just caved into the one weakness he despises the most. "I love you, Camille O'Connell." He says to her sleeping form.