25 Days of Klaroline: Day 9 – Klaroline + Favourite Song
Caroline is in full-on event planning mode and Klaus isn't helping matters. When she complains he's done nothing he offers to help. (AH)
All of Me (John Legend)
"Klaus! Concentrate." Caroline hissed, seated to his right at the immaculately dressed table.
"I am," he replied lazily. When he signed up for this whole 'till death do us part thing, Klaus didn't think it would involve cake tasting. Yes, cake was good in small doses, but not after eleven different types. Each one tasted just as rich as the last.
"You are not," she groaned, rolling her eyes for extra effect.
"Well, what with the flowers, the dress, the food, the photographer and the reception seating chart it's a lot to handle."
"I've organised all of those, last time I checked you've done nothing."
"I booked the cars," he said, proudly puffing out his chest.
"Only because you had to have Jaguars," she drawled. "This is supposed to be a team effort Klaus; you know like marriage."
"But you're so good at it sweetheart."
"Oh p-uh-lease," she muttered. "Don't think I don't know what you're doing."
"What am I doing?"
"That thing Kol does to placate Bonnie, which by the way doesn't work on her and, newsflash, will never work on me."
"I thought I'd give it a try," he mumbled. "You sound just like Rebekah."
"I'll take that as a compliment," she shot back sending him a dirty look. "I think you need to look to Elijah for inspiration, according to Katherine he's the ideal husband." Klaus coughed, feeling a piece of berry chocolate swirl lodge in his throat.
"Elijah?" He asked incredulously, after he'd digested the offending piece of cake. "We're talking about my older brother right?"
"You're just jealous," she quipped.
"I don't think Elijah and jealous fit in the same sentence," he drawled, unimpressed. He couldn't believe his fiancé was selling him out. "I'll have you know I can be just as much of an ideal husband as my stuffy, older brother."
"Oh really?"
"Yes, really," he replied defiantly. He was going to be the best damn husband she'd ever seen. "What's left on your to-do list?"
"Well given my amazing event planning skills there isn't much left," she replied scrolling through the notes on her Ipad.
Klaus was secretly happy that was the case, not that he'd tell her that. Given how meticulously Caroline had planned the wedding and given it was only three months away he figured that would be the case. Although it looked good that he'd asked, he wondered if Elijah had ever been smart enough to do that. "Your suit needs to be finalised and our first dance song needs to be chosen."
Klaus nodded thinking neither of those things should be that difficult. I mean it was a suit and a song. Klaus knew he dressed immaculately and if he was desperate knew he could deter to Mr Suit himself, Elijah.
"No problem," he answered. "Leave it to me.
"Oh, are you sure?" She faltered. Klaus would recognise her control freak tendencies anywhere.
"Oh, I'm more than sure love," he grinned, placing a chaste kiss on her lips and standing up. "There's nothing I like more than a challenge. In fact, I'll get started right now."
"Where are you going?" She asked, her concerned tone not lost on him.
"To find some suits and a rocking song for the reception," he replied nonchalantly.
"Did you just use the work rocking?" She asked her mouth agape. "You realise this is our first dance as husband and wife, it can't be…"
"I've got it all under control," he said. "Now what do you think about white suits?"
"I'd say if you even think of donning a white suit, I'll divorce you quicker than it takes to say, I do."
"It was a joke," he teased. "Have a little faith, love."
"You can't leave yet; we haven't even decided on a cake?"
"Lemon meringue twist," he called out, as he advanced towards the door. "I'm sure they'll love it."
"I've created a monster," Caroline grumbled, pulling out her cell. After a few rings, her Matron of Honour answered.
"What's the bridal emergency this time?" Katherine sighed, predicting the ensuing rant.
"I did something stupid," she bit out. "I left Klaus in charge of the suits."
"Well, I think he's safe with that job given Elijah's taste," she replied confidently, and Caroline could tell she was smiling.
"There was one other thing…"
"Which was?"
"I kind of told him he could pick our first dance song," she offered feebly.
"What on earth possessed you to do that?"
"It was on my list and I read it out before I had proper time to process what I was suggesting," she mumbled.
"What kind of music does he like anyway?"
"A bit of this and that I suppose," she said, thinking just how vague that sounded.
"So, you could end up dancing to the chicken dance for all you know?"
"The what?" she shot back.
"You know the one with all the actions like a chicken."
"My first dance isn't going to have actions," she promised. "Anyway, I don't think he'd be that stupid Kat."
"Well it should be interesting that's for sure, you're one brave woman." Caroline shook her head thinking stupid was more like it.
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"I can understand the suit errand given I'm here to oversee operations," Elijah smiled smugly, inspecting his suit in the mirror. "But a first dance song, is she crazy?"
"I'm glad you have such little faith in my musical tastes," Klaus drawled. "At least it won't be Mozart."
"There's nothing wrong with Mozart," Elijah argued.
"Except that he's dead," Kol interrupted. "How about some Kanye…"
"No," Klaus replied.
"Or Jay-Z…"
"No," Elijah reiterated. "This is a wedding not the MTV Music Awards."
"So what are your suggestions?" Kol asked choosing to ignore his brother.
"I haven't thought about it yet," he replied, knowing that it was the only thing he had been thinking about. The problem was, nothing was coming to mind. This was their first dance song, talk about pressure.
He was tempted to tell Caroline she should pick it but Klaus knew it was the least he could do. All he had to do was come up with a song that summed up their relationship and what she meant to him.
What did she mean to him? His feelings for her ran so deep that Klaus wasn't sure any one song could quantify all of that. Caroline, of course, had been incessant, peppering questions at him at every available moment about if he'd picked the song and, more importantly, what it was.
"You realise I'm not going to see the funny side if you play Highway to Hell by AC/DC right?" She asked a month out from the big day, her head resting on his chest as they laid in bed one night.
"How did you know love?" He asked earning a whack on the chest. "Ouch Caroline."
"That didn't hurt, you big baby," she growled. "You realise I need to know what you've chosen so we can practice."
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you don't trust me," he said. "Plus I know just how well you can dance, you don't need practice, its just an excuse."
"It's not," she said, unconvincingly. "I just have this thing where I like to…"
"Be in control?" He asked running his hands through her waves that were splayed across his bare chest. "No?"
"Haha," she groaned. "I can't help it that…"
"You're a control freak?"
"Fine," she conceded sitting up, and distractedly drawing circles on his skin with her forefinger. "Maybe I can be a little controlling," she said mumbling the last word, no doubt on purpose. "I just want everything to be perfect."
"Of course you do, and it will be sweetheart," he soothed. The last thing he would ever want to do is let her down.
"So maybe you could help me out and give me a teeny hint?" She purred, straddling him slowly, her hands splayed over his chest.
"Now why would I do that love?"
"Because I can repay you with sexual favours," she grinned mischievously, leaning over so that her blonde hair was tickling his stomach. Klaus felt himself stir, attempting to keep some semblance of control. As much as he wanted each and every trick in her bag of goodies he didn't have any hints to share. He'd have to have an idea for that to happen.
"How about we skip the talking and go straight to the fun?"
"As soon as you tell me," she murmured running her lips over his bare skin, making it feel like it was on fire. Damn she was good.
"Okay you got me," he moaned. "It's My Heart Will Go On." Head head snapped up in shock, her eyes wild.
"Even I know you wouldn't pick Celine Dion," she groaned. "You think this is funny don't you?"
"I don't," he replied, trying to keep a straight face and stifle a laugh.
"Well let's just see how funny you find it when I withhold sex," she argued. "Until the wedding."
"Oh come on love," he pleaded. "You can't do that."
"Oh I can and I will," she replied defiantly. "Unless you want to tell me what song you've picked." Klaus was silent wondering if she'd buy another made up choice.
"Right, that's it," she answered before he could lie. "It's the couch for you mister."
"You can't be serious," he growled.
"Oh I'm deathly serious," she reiterated, throwing a pillow in his direction.
Klaus was one grumpy bastard, that's what no sex would do to you. Although he was also not one to back down. He could tell she was suffering just as much as him.
He thought he'd never think of the perfect song until it wafted through the speakers in his car one morning. Listening to the lyrics and the melody, Klaus knew it was their song.
Xxxxxxxx
"Are you ready love?" Klaus asked offering her his hand. He looked so handsome in his chosen suit and she'd be lying if she didn't want to jump him right there.
Maybe a sex ban wasn't the smartest thing to do. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but the desire coursing through her veins was telling Caroline otherwise. She'd come close to breaking but Klaus had been so damn stubborn that she'd held out, against her better judgment.
She sent him a smile and placed her hands in his feeling nervous with anticipation. What had he chosen? If it really was Celine, she might consider divorcing him, purely because of bad taste. She wondered if that was listed right next to irreconcilable differences. If it wasn't, it should be.
"You look beautiful love." He observed pulling her closer on the dance floor as they waited for the music to begin. Caroline's simple white gown was fitted to her waist then fell to the floor, her blonde hair was hanging in waves just as he liked it. Her only accessories were a pair of antique pearl earrings.
"You may have told me that a few times," she grinned. He'd told her more than that. "But I don't mind hearing it again."
The familiar piano opening strains sounded out and Caroline felt her breath hitch in her throat. As tears sprang to her eyes she knew this was the perfect choice. She rested her head on his shoulder and swayed, allowing herself to get lost in not just the music, but her new husband too.
What would I do without your smart mouth
Drawing me in, and you kicking me out
You got my head spinning, no kidding, I can't pin you down
What's going on in that beautiful mind
I'm on your magical mystery ride
And I'm so dizzy, don't know what hit me, but I'll be alright
My head's underwater
But I'm breathing fine
You're crazy and I'm out of my mind
'Cause all of me
Loves all of you
Love your curves and all your edges
All your perfect imperfections
Give your all to me
I'll give my all to you
You're my end and my beginning
Even when I lose I'm winning
Cause I give you all of me
And you give me all of you, oh
How many times do I have to tell you
Even when you're crying you're beautiful too
The world is beating you down, I'm around through every mood
You're my downfall, you're my muse
My worst distraction, my rhythm and blues
I can't stop singing, it's ringing in my head for you
Cards on the table, we're both showing hearts
Risking it all though it's hard
Cause all of me
Loves all of you
Love your curves and all your edges
All your perfect imperfections
Give your all to me
I'll give my all to you
You're my end and my beginning
Even when I lose I'm winning
Cause I give you all of me
And you give me all of you
The music eventually faded and Caroline looked into his eyes, noticing the unshed tears threatening to spill. God she loved this man.
"So did I do well?" He murmured placing a sweet kiss on her nose.
"You did extremely well husband," she smiled pulling him towards her greedily.
"So was it worth the sex ban?"
"I think you know the answer to that," she replied rolling her eyes. "Do you think it's too early to leave?"