Inspired prompt anon! Hope you like it : ) Let's just say it ended up being ridiculously fluffy, I just couldn't help myself.

Thinking Out Loud

Take me into your loving arms

Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars

Place your head on my beating heart

I'm thinking out loud

Maybe we found love right where we are.

"Your tongue needs to come with a warning," Caroline panted, rolling off his chest slowly in her haze induced state, stretching out on the bed next to him.

"Just my tongue?" He smirked, propping his head up with his hand and cocking his left eyebrow in her direction.

"Maybe a few other things," she grinned, knowingly. "But I wouldn't want you to have an even bigger head given I'm already struggling to share the same space with your ego as it is."

"You secretly love my ego," he scoffed. "Just as much as some of my other body parts."

"Just so you know this overt arrogance isn't at all attractive, Mikaelson."

"I'll remember that next time you're screaming my name and begging for more, love," he quipped, pulling her towards him so that her back was now flat against his chest. He inhaled the sweet, strawberry aroma of her hair thinking just how lucky he was to have met Caroline Forbes.

Eleven months earlier

Klaus had met Caroline eleven months earlier. His band had been playing their regular set at the Ruby Lounge in New Orleans. She arrived mid song, momentarily interrupting his singing she was that stunning. Golden waves, bright blue eyes and creamy skin poured into a fitted little black dress accentuating every delicious curve.

Klaus figured she wasn't a local, he'd certainly remember seeing her if she was. He followed her with his eyes, as she sat at the bar with two brunettes, chatting animatedly. He knew exactly what he was going to be doing after his set. It wouldn't be the first time and it certainly wouldn't be the last.

He could already see his brother and bass guitarist Elijah sending him a disapproving glance and berating his questionable lifestyle, drummer Kol attempting to make a move on her himself and lead guitarist Enzo asking if she had a cute friend. Klaus had no intention of sharing the mystery blonde with anyone.

After they finished their final song, Klaus was surprised to see one of her brunette friends approach the stage, her cell grasped firmly in her hands. Klaus knew a selfie request when he saw one. Maybe if he gave her friend a picture she'd introduce him to her.

"Excuse me?" She asked, Klaus sauntered over sending her his most dazzling grin.

"Hello there."

"Hi, I uh actually wanted to ask for a picture," Klaus nodded, knowingly as she continued. "With Elijah." Klaus was taken aback, not expecting anyone to want a photo with his older brother.

"I'm not really a photo person," Elijah replied, gruffly. Klaus mentally rolled his eyes thinking how unsuited Elijah was to this profession.

"But yet he'd be more than happy to oblige," Klaus offered ignoring Elijah's unimpressed expression, figuring he could attempt to find out more about where they were from. "Are you local?"

"No, just visiting," she replied. "I've been a big fan of Mikaelson ever since I saw you play in my hometown of Atlanta."

"Are you staying in Nola long?" He asked, noting the confusion etched over her face.

"We're here for the week," she said. "Celebrating our friend's engagement." He immediately felt disappointed, hoping that the mystery blonde wasn't the one getting married.

"Your friend?"

"April's not here tonight," she shared. "Apparently she needed to rest after last night, talk about boring. Now, about that picture?" Klaus stepped out of the way, happy that the blonde was apparently fair game now.

"I'm going to get a beer," he said, walking purposefully towards the bar, the gorgeous blonde in his sights. After getting his drink, Klaus approached the two women chatting. Before he could speak his younger brother appeared. This wasn't going to end well.

"Ladies, I thought I'd come over and introduce myself. Kol Mikaelson, best drummer in the south." Klaus grimaced, he'd heard that way too many times. Kol really needed to work on his lines.

"Well, good for you," the brunette drawled, standing up. "I'll get you another drink, Care." Klaus suddenly had admiration for his brother, given he'd taken her friend away. Kol raced off after her, obviously trying to make an impression.

"So, you like my band?"

"Excuse me?" She baulked.

"Mikaelson," he clarified.

"I've never heard your music, truthfully my friend Katherine dragged me here tonight. Turns out she has a big crush on the bass player." Klaus would have been lying if he said her indifference didn't hurt.

"So, you didn't like the show?"

"It was okay," she murmured, shrugging her shoulders. "Rock isn't really my thing, I prefer jazz."

"I love jazz too," he admitted, surprised by her reply.

"Well, thanks for that. Now, I should probably get back to my friends."

"Why am I sensing some hostility on your part?" He asked, curiously.

"There's no hostility, I've just dated a musician before and things didn't quite work out."

"So, you are basically generalizing all musicians," he baulked, annoyed she was judging him.

"No," she shot back. "I would just prefer to keep clear of this lifestyle."

"This lifestyle?"

"So, you don't pick up women in bars on a nightly basis?"

"Well, that's none of your business."

"Well, I think that kind of proves my argument then," she said. "Plus, I much prefer jazz to rock."

"I love jazz too, have you been to Frenchman Street?" She seemed a little unsettled by his reply. "I assume Preservation Hall was your first stop?"

"My friends don't really like jazz," she admitted sheepishly and for some reason he felt for her.

"Well, I'd be more than happy to take you those places, only if you want to of course." He noticed her face falter slightly, hoping he'd gotten through. "The Preservation Hall band usually insist on $25 to play When the Saints Go Marching in, but I can get you a $10 discount."

"How did you know that was my favourite song?"

"Isn't it everyone's favourite?"

Present Day

When Klaus had asked her to listen to jazz he didn't expect the barrage of emotions that hit him straight away. Yes, she was beautiful, but she was also smart, witty and sexy and Klaus was struggling to find any faults with this blonde angel.

Klaus realised he was a goner when she joined the band onstage, her heavenly voice reverberating throughout the room. Was there nothing she couldn't do? They'd spent the night going from bar to bar, then he left her at her hotel determined not to scare her away, just leaving her with a lingering kiss on her cheek.

Then she'd disappeared, the hole in his heart pronounced. Girls never left him, he left them. Maybe this was karma for all his childish behavior.

What he didn't expect was for her to turn up at Ruby two months later. She wordlessly approached, her face softening as he took her in his arms, kissing her like there was no tomorrow.

"What took you so long?" He asked, pulling her body flush against his, reveling in the feelings the close proximity was causing.

"I needed to know that you were real, that this was real."

"Oh, it's real," he smiled, nuzzling into her neck affectionately. Feeling like after all the drama that things were finally beginning to make sense. "You don't know how much I've missed you, love."

"Ditto."

That was nine months ago and Klaus was thankful she was in it for the long haul. He'd never considered himself the commitment type, but all it took was for a beautiful blonde to walk in the door and completely disarm him.

Caroline had recently moved to New Orleans so she could be closer to him. For Klaus it was the commitment required to show him she was really serious about them as a couple. It didn't hurt that her two best friends were dating his band members either, obviously it was contagious.

"So, I was thinking.'

"Well, that's always dangerous coming from you," she chuckled, nestling into his arms further.

"That I really want to marry you."

"I'm sorry," she baulked, turning around so they were facing each other. "What did you just say?"

"I said that…" he mumbled, taken aback by her swift response.

"I'm naked, Klaus and do you think you could have chosen a more appropriate time than right after we had sex?"

"Well…"

"Seriously? I'm stark naked, Klaus, so are you," she reiterated. "And in your bed. How do you think that's going to play out when we tell our children and grandchildren about this very moment?"

"Well, I suppose I didn't really think about that, I was just thinking out loud, I guess."

"No surprises there," she drawled, hitting him on the head for good measure. "You can't just propose without notice."

"Well, it's certainly not without notice, I've been planning this for months," he said, producing a black felt box from the bedside table and revealing a sparkling diamond inside. She was speechless initially, her hands covering her mouth. Klaus held hisk breath in anticipation, waiting for her reply. "I was going to do it on our anniversary in a month but I couldn't wait any longer."

"I love you so much. Will you make me the happiest man in the world and agree to marry me, Caroline?" She couldn't argue with those crimson lips, those dark blue eyes and those dimples that was for sure.

"I will marry you," she smiled as he threaded the beautiful ring on her finger. "But when people ask this is not what transpired."

"Let me guess you wanted a sapphire and not a diamond?"

"Stop teasing. In my recollection of our proposal we were both fully dressed, okay?"

"Fine," Klaus conceded. "As long as you're mine forever that is all that matters."