Darkest Temptations

Chapter Thirty Nine: Delights In the Night

Klaus Mikaelson

I stepped forward only to be blocked; gazing down, I discovered April, panting as if she had just run a marathon. Her eyes were fiercely attempting a glare—an expression I suspected was making its debut performance.

"What do you think you're doing?"

April continued to pant, "The right thing," she paused, hunching herself over, "One second," she said, holding up her hand and pointing her finger at me as she stared down at the floor, taking deep breaths. "Give me a minute."

I sighed heavily and rolled my eyes.

"Okay," she said, straightening her back. "I know what you're thinking, mister," she paused, catching her breath. "Holy Nelly, I really need to get in shape," she shook her head and sighed. "Just stop and listen to me; I can't let you do this."

"Do what?"

"Oh, don't do that. I might not know how to fry an egg or clean the pool properly, but I have a master's degree on that glare of yours."

"She hurt your feelings," I stated firmly. "And if she thinks she's getting away with it—"

"Hey, hey, I know, alright?" She said, holding her hands out in front of her, "Look at me, Klaus, I'm okay."

"You're upset."

"I'm easily upset, you know that, but you can't use that as a weapon for this situation," she stepped closer. "You can't do this on her first day."

"It's her own fault."

April let out a sigh before shaking her head. "I'm sorry, I really am, but you can't just go around fighting everyone's battles all the time."

"I don't do that."

She laughed. "Yeah, you do," she stopped and cleared her throat. "You know you do."

I sighed, reaching out to bring her hand into mine; it always felt so small in my grip. I watched as she looked down at my hand before she turned her face back up towards mine.

"You want to know why you do it?" April asked me, and I nodded slowly, "Because you like to win," she squeezed my hand gently, "That's why you do everything; you want to win, but this time you have a choice."

"And would that be my sweet girl?" I mocked.

April smiled before her weary eyes scanned back and forth around us before she looked back up at me. "You can either march over there and unleash that, uh, uh..."

"Hybrid?"

"Right, hybrid," She edged forward once more, making me raise a brow at her sudden confidence; her blue eyes looked up at mine, and she smiled.

"You can either unleash that hybrid with her, or you can unleash it with me."

I paused not certain if I'd heard her right at first "Really? And what does the winner get?"

Her lips twitched slightly. "You know what the winner gets."

She looked away, biting her lower lip, her knees trembling so hard that it radiated up into the hand I was holding. "I'll let you do that thing."

"What thing?" I teased a smirk forming across my lips.

She looked back up at me. "The thing you only do when it's my day, I'll let you do it," she paused before smiling, "If you promise not to lose your temper with her."

"I'm listening."

April once again scanned the area like she was expecting someone to jump out at her at any second. "What else could you possibly want?" she asked.

"You can't even look me in the eye and ask that? How fucking sweet are you?"

April buried her head in my chest for a second. "Language," she mumbled against my shirt.

I wrapped my arms around her, bringing her body closer to mine; her scent always had such a calming effect on me.

"Public," she whispered, gently sliding my hands from her embrace. "So what do you want?"

I opened my mouth to speak, but seeing those eyes, those big, beautiful eyes, I stopped myself. She wasn't the type of girl to offer that sort of thing easily. April hadn't been comfortable with a lot of things; she couldn't even say terms such as 'oral' or 'go down on,' and that was fine with me because that was her nature. But I knew why she was offering this now; she knew how badly I had missed her. This wasn't about Bonnie; this was about my sweet girl trying to keep her and me on track. And as much as it killed everything in me, especially a particular part of me, it had to be done.

"Sweetheart," I brought my hands up to her forearms. "I know exactly what I want."

She stared back at me wide-eyed. "No sweater stuff," she whispered.

"No," I smirked, shaking my head. "Not that."

April stared at me, waiting for me to continue, "But—"

"I want you to do what I should have told you to do from the start."

"W-what's that?"

I leaned down and whispered into her ear what she needed to hear rather than what I desired of her; this is what she needed to do, and she needed to do it today.

"No, no, I can't do that." April whispered as I began to steer her around by her shoulders, staying behind her as I gently coaxed her in the right direction.

"Trust me, it's the right thing."

"Yeah, in another reality, Klaus I can't; you've seen me in restaurants. I can't even send back soup."

"Go." I whispered into her ear before releasing her.

April immediately spun back around to me, but I shook my head and shot her a wink of assurance. As she began to walk backward, I followed her around the corner, keeping up with her short steps and remaining out of sight when she finally began to edge closer to Bonnie.

For the first time since moving to Utah, I used my supernatural senses to listen in on what came next.

"Bonnie, uh, can I talk to you?" April said.

Bonnie turned to face April, who was standing there looking like a deer in headlights.

"What about?"

"I just—I wanted to say no," April cleared her throat. "I needed to tell you that what you said in the car was very hurtful."

"What did I say?"

"No, no, I think you know exactly what you said."

I peeked my head out, looking on as I watched a nervous April constantly locking and unlocking her arms as she stood in front of Bonnie, attempting to hold her ground.

"Well—"

"For the record, my life with my family, no, my life with my husband is private."

I'd never felt proud over someone else's accomplishments since I was still a human, but in that moment I was extremely proud of April; this was my girl.

"I was just being honest about what I've seen about your life and—"

"You don't know anything about my life," April held strong despite her shaky tone. "You've been given what, a handful of details, and decided you know what's what? I mean, how messed up is that? That would be like me telling you that I've seen Hocus Pocus, so I know all about witchcraft."

"Okay, that's the most generalized—"

"No, you just wait because I'm not done."

"April, don't speak to me like that."

"That's the thing: I have every right to speak to you like this, so why don't you just back off, you... you."

"Come on, baby." I found myself whispering.

"You short-sighted, egotistical, judgy, self-righteous, mean-spirited, backstabbing—"

"Okay, that's enough."

"Witch!" April snapped her cheeks glowing with what I hoped was pride and not embarrassment. "And for the record, I have a full life, a beautiful life—maybe not in the town of Sandy, Utah, but I've walked on beautiful white sand hand in hand with my husband, I've gotten married in freaking Las Vegas, I've got a beautiful house with a pool, and on top of all of that, I can make Klaus Mikaelson laugh like there's no one else in the room. So you just mind your own marriage and keep your nose out of mine."

If she hadn't have been trembling as she walked away from her, April would have just nailed a home run. I turned to see Bonnie looking my way, and I offered her a wink before wrapping my arm around April's shoulder and turning away from her.

"Was it too much?" April asked nervously as we continued to walk away. "I feel like it was too much."

"It was perfect." I whispered, kissing her temple.

"I think I peed a little."

I gritted my teeth together in an effort to stop myself from laughing, but it didn't work; I let out a laugh that made my shoulders bounce, and April looked up at me with a smile.

"Oh my god, don't laugh; we're in public, and people are looking."

I glanced around us. "No, they're not." I said, bringing my hand around the back of her head to guide her lips to mine.

"What about Bonnie?"

"Shut up."

April let out a sigh as her lips lingered over mine. "Are you sure?"

"Shut up." I repeated.

She closed her eyes as I kissed her, and I felt her hand reach around me to bring me closer to her; our tongues collided, and I moaned softly.

"We can't. Someone will see," April gasped as I brought us around a corner in the warehouse department with nothing around us but the scent of pine and ceiling-tall shelving. "Klaus."

"You don't want to?"

April laughed, shaking her head. "You know I do; you just—"

"Just for a minute," I lied to her as I hooked my hands around her hips, pushing her back against one of the shelves. "No one will see."

April looked around before she met my eyes. "Okay, but nothing, you know?"

"I know, baby." I whispered.

I brought my lips back down to hers. I missed this; I missed kissing her, and I was going to take every second that I could get. My hands brought her hips against mine, and I felt her body trembling; the softest whimper slipped past her lips, and I moaned in response. I slid my hands up, holding her face in my hands while hers gripped my shoulders, grasping at my shirt as she gasped, and I pressed my lips harder against hers.

"Klaus," she gasped against my lips. "Klaus, Klaus, Klaus."

"No one is here, I promise."

"Okay, but just one more minute."

"One more minute," I replied.

But it wasn't enough; I needed her. I was a greedy bastard who wanted everything, and I knew it was going to be the death of me, but I had to have her, just one more time. My hands moved down her body, cupping her breasts, making her gasp and break away from me.

"You just—"

"You didn't say stop." I reminded her.

April stared back at me wide-eyed. "Someone will see and—"

I kissed her again; she wanted to protest, but she quickly melted to my touch, tucking herself back into my vice grip where she belonged. I brought my hands down her thighs, scooping them up and wrapping her legs around me as I pressed myself into her.

"You're so beautiful." I whispered.

"I'm not even wearing any mascara."

"Don't do that; don't put yourself down."

"I'm sorry," she gasped as I sucked on her neck. "I didn't mean to. Ohh, you know I can't think when you do that, especially when you," she moaned when I licked a sensitive spot on her neck.

April laughed as she slid down out of my grasp, then making me smile in response.

"We've talked about that spot." She said through gritted teeth and the brightest smile.

I smirked, "That's right, you don't like it."

She raised her brow. "You know I do."

I wrapped my arm around her shoulder and guided her back towards the store and out of the warehouse.

Caroline Mikaelson

I was in the bedroom display rooms trying to decide on a better head frame for Klaus and me this time around. I'd been so keen on saving money the first time that I bought one of the cheaper versions and told myself I loved it. The store wasn't exactly busy that morning, so I saw Klaus and April coming my way before they'd even seen me. He had his arm around her shoulder; I smiled seeing them together. He was always so sweet with her; she was smiling so bright. He kissed her temple before his eyes found mine, and he offered a smile before he whispered something to April, who nodded.

"What are you doing?" I asked him when he made his way towards me.

"Just came to see how you were."

"Oh sure, you've been looking for me all day, haven't you?"

"Parts of you," he whispered.

"Liar, I saw you come through here earlier," I looked his way. "So what is it? Who's fighting now?"

Klaus buried his face in my hair, breathing me in. "You smell so good."

"Klaus."

He let out a sigh before meeting my eyes. "Bonnie and April got into a little thing; it's sorted though."

I held his gaze. "I'm afraid to ask what's your idea of sorted is."

Klaus just continued to smirk at me. "When's your night again?"

"Friday," I said as I passed him, making sure my ass brushed against his crotch. "Why?"

I turned back around to see him rubbing the back of his neck. "No reason," he lied.

"You're not getting any tonight."

"Caroline—"

I decided to finally say what needed to be said; better that I brought it up than he did. The news of him and Elena now sleeping together could either be acknowledged and discussed to death, or I could take control right away with a steel wall.

"It isn't like you'll go without." I said to him as I walked to the other side of the model bed, holding his gaze, watching his eyes for his reaction, but he kept me guessing.

"So you know."

"Of course I know." I said with a light tone.

"And you're okay with it."

I raised my brow. "Is it meant to be a question?"

"You must have questions."

"About your plural marriage to my best friend? Nope."

Klaus was very stern; I hadn't touched a nerve, but I had pissed him off. "That's it?"

I shrugged. "That's it."

"So we're going to talk about this?"

"It's none of my business; our marriage is my business." I told him

"She did want to tell you, despite what you may think."

"I haven't had enough time to think about anything, what with the new arrival and the departure."

"Caroline."

"I mean, it's really quite a change around here," I paused, watching his eyes. "But I do think she's happy."

"She is." Klaus confirmed making my stomach knot up.

I gave him a smile, a convincing smile that I knew even he wouldn't see through.

"But just for the record," I said as I slid my hand across the white satin sheets between us, "I don't want our sex life being a subject of conversation with anyone else."

Klaus nodded in agreement. "I don't think that will be a problem."

"We wouldn't want things to," I said, looking down at the satin beneath my fingertips before I traced my eyes up him. "You know, get out of control."

"I think we have enough control," he smirked. "In fact, I think you're the one who likes to be out of control."

"You've got me all figured out?" I said as he began to walk around the bottom of the bed, his eyes on me, "Have you got me worked around your finger?"

"Not yet, I will though."

"What makes you so sure?" I teased.

Klaus brought his lips against my ear, and I closed my eyes, licking my lower lip as he did.

"I can smell it on you," he whispered before breathing hot against my ear, "You're wet, Caroline."

"Don't be so sure."

"You want me."

"Maybe," I whispered.

He pulled back to meet my eyes, and I bit my lower lip.

"I know what you need; I know the areas you need grasped, the areas you need caressed, and the areas you need licked. I know that spot, just beneath your ear." He said kissing my cheek "And that spot right here on your neck," he kissed me again, making me gasp. "I know all the right places; I know all those little sweet spots, the ones I can lick and suck until your knees tremble and you beg me for release. I know you, Caroline, better than you think."

"And what am I thinking right now?"

Klaus ran his fingers down my cheek, making me shiver. "How badly do you want me to take you home right now and make you come for me over and over?"

I turned away from him and let out a sigh; his words always got to me. He had such a way with them, but he knew it too well; he knew what made me weak.

"But you can't do that, can you?"

"I find the impossible to be very possible." He replied.

Klaus brought me against his chest, his eyes searching around us to make sure we weren't going to be discovered as he breathed against my cheek, making me grip the collar of his shirt.

"You need me, don't you?" He whispered.

I let out a whimper as my knees gave way; he caught me with ease.

"Just once," Klaus whispered, "let me steal you away. Just you and me, anywhere."

"We can't." I whispered.

"I have to hold you or I'm gonna lose it. Is that what you want?"

"No." I whispered as my eyes locked with his.

Klaus looked over his shoulder before he grabbed my hand and led me down a short hall where there were no customers and no staff. He kept walking until he found a door and opened it, guiding me inside.

"What is this high school?" I whispered as we stood in darkness.

"Do you want it to be?" Klaus asked as his hands reached out to touch my waist, "If you say yes, I'll pull your skirt up and fuck you right here against this door."

"It's not my day." I whispered, causing Klaus's head to sink to my chest.

"This is such—"

"But I wouldn't say no to a makeout session."

He brought his forehead against mine in the dark, and I slid my hands up the door, pinning them above my head, waiting for him to take the lead.

"I'm going to need to see you." He whispered.

I could hear him rustling around in the darkness before I heard a click, and suddenly the room was illuminated by light, and I saw it was some sort of maintenance room. I looked up at Klaus, who was still looking down at me; the look in his eyes was nothing short of predatory. He moved towards me so quickly that I gasped as he pushed me back into the door kissing me. I felt him wrap one arm around my waist and the other reach up to grasp my wrists.

"You've no idea how hard it is," he whispered against my lips. "Wanting you like this but not being able to touch you."

"I know," I gasped. "I feel the same way."

Klaus groaned in response as he brought his hands up to grip my face, kissing me deeper than before. My hands slid down his chest, gripping his shirt tight as I bit his lip, making him moan and thrust his hips into mine.

"I missed you," I gasped as our tongues collided. "I missed you so much."

"I can't make it until Friday," Klaus said against my lips. "We have to fix this."

"We can't change the schedule."

"No, we don't need to change the schedule," Klaus held my face. "We need a honeymoon."

Vickie Mikaelson

"What if she's like really upset with me?" April asked beside me as I glanced at the shelves of bed linens. "Like maybe I should go back and apologize?"

"And why would you do that?" I asked her before I scanned two packages of five thousand thread count sheets. "She insulted, well, she insulted all of us, whether she meant it or not."

"Maybe I was too harsh."

I rolled my eyes as I turned my back to her. "I'm trying to create a bedroom set; you know who I share that bedroom with, right?"

"I mean, it's not like I wanted to be harsh."

I sighed. "I could be speaking in tongues right now, and you wouldn't hear me, would you?" I said, spinning back around to her.

"Do you think I was harsh?"

"Once again, I wasn't there." I reminded her.

"Why did I open my mouth?"

I smirked, thinking how good it felt when I opened my mouth earlier that morning, except I knew what I'd done with mine had made someone, shall we say, burst with happiness. Since it happened, he'd been looking so guilty, like he'd cheated on his wives or something, like I wasn't one of them. Which was fine; if he didn't see me that way, then whatever, you know? I didn't care what people called me, just what I answered to. He probably thought I was going to make a big scene, tell them all about our little moment when we were alone, but I'd not said a word; I'd barely even looked his way. He didn't want anyone to know; he just wanted it to be a secret, and that didn't bother me. Klaus assuming that I would tell everyone just showed how little he'd come to learn about me since I moved in. I mean, did he really think I'd blow him and go telling everyone? If he would just realize the extent I'd gone to these past few weeks, from bringing Caroline back to keeping all his secrets, like him and Elena secretly being a thing. I mean, did he not see what I'd done to help, or did he just not give a crap?

Why did I care what he thought of me anyway? It's not like I expected him to care about me. He was never going to look at me the way he looked at them. I mean, Caroline, he would die for anyone who saw them together long enough knew this. Then there was Elena. How anyone didn't see how crazy he was about that girl was beyond me, and then there was April. I mean Klaus didn't even seem to acknowledge that I'd kept her secret; she was as innocent as they come, a freaking virgin, and the big bad hybrid had spent almost a year guarding her secret. I know I'd done a lot of stuff to mess up my life; I can't list anyone who didn't make some of their worst mistakes in their teen years. I'd done stupid stuff, really risky stuff at times too, but I had class; April's secret was hers; I didn't care about it, and I wasn't going to blab about it either.

This morning I'd given Klaus a blow job; why had I done it? Because I'm a healthy, hot-blooded female who shouldn't have to deny her urges when the person she is with is more than willing to participate. What did he expect that I'd want it to mean something? His heart belonged to three women already; yeah, that was strange, but what the hell, it worked. Besides, I didn't do it to get attention; I'm attracted to him, and yeah, despite whatever he thinks, I do kind of see him as my husband now. So why the hell would I not want to do that for him? I hadn't tricked him into anything; it wasn't blackmail; it was just oral, and I wasn't ashamed of what I'd done. But if he wanted to look at me with shame or just ignore me altogether, then I couldn't change that.

"Shouldn't you be shopping?" I asked April when I realized she was just walking around with me.

"I got some lawn chairs and a microwave; I should be fine for a few weeks."

"Don't you need a bed?"

"I like to sleep on the bathroom towels; I like to make them into a mattress in my bedroom, or at least but I don't think Klaus liked it."

"Yeah, he's kind of a stickler for a good night's sleep." I said, "And clean sheets."

April smiled at me. "Yeah, I kind of love that about him; he has standards and expectations, and yet he's so sweet and so kind, you know?"

I just shrugged at the question.

"Oh come on, you know he's a good one; how else would you explain how wanting to help Bonnie?"

"I don't know," I said honestly. "Probably the idea of sleeping with her."

April almost shot her hands over her ears until she saw my furrowed brows, compelling her to drop them back down to her sides.

"Sorry," she said with a smile.

"So you've never..."

April's cheeks glowed. "I...don't talk about that."

"I meant the other marriages," I said calmly. "Do you really never ask him about any of them?"

"We shouldn't talk about this in public." April whispered beside me, making me stop cold.

I stared at her, waiting and waiting until the realization dawned on her.

"Oh shoot, that's right, you're a—right, so you can—"

"Hear everyone and everything around us for danger, yeah, pretty clearly." I mocked fighting the urge once again to roll my eyes.

"Uh," April caught up with me, tucking her hair behind her ear. "No, I don't talk about the other marriages. I mean, I'm not a wet blanket. Of course, if I can help, I do try, but that kind of, you know, talk talk? Nope, that's not my wheelhouse."

"Now that," I paused to look her way, "How the hell not?"

April merely shrugged. "I wouldn't want anyone asking questions about mine."

"But Klaus isn't just anyone; he's your husband, and you don't talk about it? You have to talk about it."

"Yeah, but he's your husband too; I couldn't ask about how he was with you when we weren't around."

April was the first person to acknowledge me as one of Klaus Mikaelson's wives. I mean, she did it in a freaking megastore right next to a bunch of display pillows, but at least she'd said it. This girl didn't get half the credit she deserved.

I didn't have to give her advice; she was not my problem, and I had no loyalty to her. I didn't really have to hold loyalty for any of them, not that anyone would probably notice it anyway. But this girl, she'd done nothing but be nice to me since the day I got here, and what had I done? Taking her to a club had not stopped her from getting drunk; I hadn't called her since she took off to see if she was at least alright, and worse, I'd kept my mouth shut when Klaus offered me my surgery money in exchange for keeping her secret. I hadn't said anything, just let him offer it like I could be bought. What did all of that say about me as a person? That kind of behavior was something the bitches back in Mystic Falls would do, or worse, something my mom would do. I didn't want to be a bestie to anyone, but at the same time, I didn't want to keep my mouth shut on my options either. Didn't anyone see that it was sometimes difficult for me to express that? I hadn't grown up with role models; I'd put my own drunk mom to bed more times than she cooked me a hot meal.

I glanced at her back and forth as she walked alongside me through the aisles.

"You know he's going to start sleeping with her someday, right?" I asked.

April nodded, even managing a half smile, which was more than I suspected Caroline and Elena could do combined.

"So, she says something rude to you, and one day, whether you want to hear it or not, she'll want his attention when he's with you, and on top of that, you want to apologize to her for what? Standing up for yourself? For your choices?"

"She's his wife too."

"And?"

"And what?" she asked.

"And I'd rather not start all of this off on a sour note; it's her first day, and I should have just let it lie."

"What did Klaus say when you told him you confronted her?"

"He knew, and he was, dare I say, proud?"

I smiled at her. "Well, I'm proud of you too." I blurted.

April beamed "Really? Wow."

"Just tell me one thing," I said as I stopped and faced her. "Did you at least say it loud enough for the whole store to hear?"

"No," April edged closer to me, "but I am pretty sure I peed a little when I did it."

I smirked. "Let me tell you something: there hasn't been a single victim of any situation who hasn't done that when they finally have that profound moment where they look their attacker in the eye and give them the biggest fuck you."

April covered her mouth, always so sensitive to cursing, "I did it right, didn't I?"

I rolled my eyes. "We're not bonding." I told her before immediately speeding off.

"Oh, but we could." April called as she caught up with me.

No one else gave this girl credit, but I think I just did. And it wasn't...so terrible.

Elena Mikaelson

I made my way over towards checkout, where April stood with Klaus; he was signing off a bunch of forms at the desk, no doubt covering the costs for all the scanners and arranging our delivery for later tonight.

"I remembered plates," April said beside him as she watched him signing something. "And a couple of towels."

Klaus stopped what he was doing and looked at her. "You did buy a bed, though, right?"

Instead of answering him, April pressed her lips into a very fine line.

"April," he said her name like an irritated father. "How are you meant to sleep?"

"Towels can be like mattresses; you don't know." April said softly.

I smiled to myself at how cute she was. She'd never decorated the entire time we'd been here; her house consisted of garden furniture and boxes full of things Klaus had brought with him from Mystic Falls, which she never unpacked. She used them for counter surfaces.

"No, don't be mad," she said to him as he signed another paper. "I'll go out and find one tomorrow, I promise."

He turned his head to look at her. "Is this something we need to discuss?" and she dipped her head, looking down, causing him to lean in. "Are you not sleeping again?" I thought I heard him whisper as I stopped in front of them.

"Hi." I greeted her, and April smiled at me before raising her head up to look at Klaus like a scared puppy.

"I'll just be outside," she said before scurrying away.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

Klaus just stared after her. "Nothing."

I leaned on the counter looking at him as he signed something. "How's Caroline?"

"She's okay," he said with a sigh. "You're all going clothes shopping; I'm heading back to the houses for the delivery."

"We have clothes; why would—"

"Vickie doesn't have any."

"Ah," I said with a nod.

I'd forgotten all about Vickie; she'd been keeping to herself mostly since her arrival. I hadn't even seen her once since we got to the store.

I drummed my fingers against the checkout counter, feeling Klaus looking my way from the corner of my eye.

"Elena?"

"Hmmm?"

"Did you want something?"

I looked up at him and met his eyes. "You're really good at this."

He raised his brow. "At what?"

I looked down at the papers. "Being in charge, you just take charge and do what needs to be done," I said, my eyes scanning his biceps before meeting his eyes. "It's pretty intense."

"Is it?"

I nodded, biting my lower lip.

He signed the last paper and slid it across the counter to the checkout girl, who immediately took it and started putting stuff into her computer.

"I should get back." I whispered as I turned away from him, but Klaus reached out to stop me.

"What's the hurry?" He asked, bringing me closer to him, "I mean, you can stay."

I looked away from him. "Aren't you busy, you know, with your new... trophies?" I teased him for not daring to say the word 'wives' in public and especially not when that girl at the computer was almost within earshot.

Klaus shook his head at me. "You're trying to drive me crazy; don't think I don't see that ass of yours in these," he paused, gripping the material of my jeans around my right hip. "Very tight jeans."

"Klaus—"

"Do you like driving me crazy?"

"You know I do," I whispered, "but now is not the time."

I met his eyes. "I told them about us." I confessed.

"I know."

"And?"

"And now we move on, and we get back to those jeans."

I blushed. "You're not mad?"

He shook his head at me before he licked his lower lip. "I'm not; it doesn't mean I haven't thought about spanking you, though."

"Really?" I said, leaning my side against the counter so I could face him.

"I came all the way to New York; you know what you do to me." Klaus whispered against my temple as his hand slid from my arm to my hip.

I closed my eyes, wanting him to keep touching me.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you and all the treasures below your waist."

"Klaus." I whispered his name as I felt his breath on my cheek.

"I'm going to go out of my mind with want until Wednesday."

"Should we be this close in public?" I asked.

"Do you really care right now?"

I smiled and shook my head as he turned to me and placed his lips to mine, making me moan into his mouth as I gripped the lapel of his jacket and pulled him closer.

"I've missed this." He said against my lips.

"Is that all you miss?" I teased.

He smirked as he brought his hand to my cheek, caressing it before bringing his lips to mine again.

"It's not the only part of you I've missed kissing; I have missed those long legs of yours wrapped around me."

I felt his hand grip my ass, and I gasped when I heard a throat clear and looked up to see the checkout girl standing there with a very irritated expression on her face.

"Excuse me, but your items are packed."

"Oh," I whispered as I pulled away from Klaus.

"Thank you." He said with a smirk.

When she began printing something, Klaus turned to me once more, bringing his lips down to my ear.

"Later," he whispered.

Caroline Mikaelson

Klaus pulled up in front of the mall and kept the engine running as I reached down and picked up my handbag from the car floor. He turned slightly in his seat to address all of us, his tone casual yet firm.

"All your cards should be up and running by now. You each have copies of your new pins," Klaus informed us as we started getting ready to step out.

"So, when will you be back to pick us up?" Elena asked from the backseat, which was quite cramped with all of us packed in.

She leaned forward slightly, eager for an answer.

Klaus glanced between us, considering his response. "In a few hours. You'll need that time," he replied with a hint of a knowing smile.

I chimed in, trying to reassure myself as much as anyone else, "I just need a few things."

Klaus's smirk widened, his eyes twinkling with a mischievous light. "Actually, I was thinking you could use more time than you expect, especially since I'm taking you all to Hawaii tomorrow."

There was a sharp intake of breath from April, who was sitting beside Elena, as the enormity of his words sank in.

"What?" Elena exclaimed, her surprise echoing the shock that rippled through the car. Klaus scanned our faces, his expression both amused and affectionate.

"I'm taking my wives on our honeymoon, unless anyone has a problem with that?"

We all responded in unison, a chorus of "No," except for Bonnie, who remained silent, but her blank expression spoke volumes.

Klaus nodded, satisfied with our response. "Alright then, I'll be back to get you later," he assured us, pressing a button to unlock the doors.

With that, he gave us a final glance before we began to pile out of the car, my mind already racing with thoughts of what lay ahead.

Yeah not too much heat this time as promised but the honeymoon is next and you all know what's going to happen there. Plus spolier for the next chapter title - CHAPTER FORTY: ASK ME NO QUESTIONS AND I'LL TELL YOU NO LIES