A/N: I know some of you have already read this but seeing as wasn't alerting people, I thought I would repost this so you could all enjoy.

Yes I know, it's been terribly long, I apologize yet again. I suppose most of you are like me and don't like long author notes so I'll make this short.

This epilogue is dedicated to all of you that actually read this story. This was my first foray into writing fanfiction and I didn't really think anyone would be interested in reading this but you guys have overwhelmed me with your kind words. So thank you for encouraging me and for liking this story, no matter how low key it is.

When I started writing this story, I had never really experienced death in the personal way that it affected Klaus and Caroline in the story and about two months ago, I lost someone very close to me, I experienced the long wait in the hospital room that Klaus endured and the scary call that you have to rush to the hospital that Caroline experienced, which makes this story all the more special to me now.

I hope you guys, enjoy the epilogue, I think Klaus and Caroline deserve it. See you at the bottom :)

Chapter 11: Epilogue

For you, I'd wait 'til kingdom come.
Until my day, my day is done.
And say you'll come, and set me free,
Just say you'll wait, you'll wait for me.

- Til Kingdom Come - Coldplay

3 years later

"How many times do you want me to say you look hot before you believe me?" Katherine asked as she lay on top of Caroline's bed, paging through a glossy magazine.

"Yes, but how hot? Princess Grace of Monaco hot or Ke$ha hot?"

"Does anyone actually find Ke$ha hot? She just seems like giant pile of dirt to me."

"Answer the question, Kat!" Caroline insisted as she turned around to face her friend.

Katherine sighed and responded, "Caroline Forbes, you look hotter than Grace Kelly, Ava Gardner and Elizabeth Taylor. Happy?" She turned back to her magazine.

"Yes," Caroline said as she smoothed out the vintage cream evening dress she was wearing, "So what are you doing tonight?"

"Dinner with Elijah, I think tonight might just be the big night, when he finally pops the question."

"Or so you've been saying for the past three months…"

Katherine raised her eyebrow, "Is it wrong for me to hope? We've been together for over three years, we love each other, we want to get married."

"No it isn't. Elijah adores you, I'm sure he is just waiting for the perfect moment. Don't mind me, I'm just jealous that you have an awesome boyfriend and I take an extra hour to get done for work events in case I meet my future husband."

"But at the rate you're going, Prince Harry will fall for you!" Katherine teased.

"Have you been reading my diary again?" Caroline narrowed her eyes.

They laughed as Katherine got up to close the clasp of Caroline's necklace for her. "So what is this event that you are going to tonight?" Katherine asked.

"Some society woman had a new home built that is supposed to look just like the 19th century manor her family used to own or something and she's having a party to celebrate the completion and it is quintessential that Hello magazine has the pictures of who is at the event for the society pages."

"Well good luck, hopefully you'll finally run into your prince tonight."

"Josh, I'm going to greet Lady Charles-Smythe and introduce us and then she'll tell us who we should focus on," Caroline instructed the photographer who worked with her.

After two years of working as an Editorial Assistant at Hello magazine, she finally earned the coveted spot as Society Editor, even though she was gunning for the Features Editor position, she knew she just had to bide her time. Being Society Editor, meant that she had to attend many snooty parties and events by the English elite and she had to learn that a woman can invite over one-hundred guests to an event but only ten of those are to appear in the photographs and article of the event. She approached the woman with the floor-length navy dress and ash blonde hair that was pulled back almost far as the skin on her face was. The stern outlook causing Caroline to backtrack a bit before she put on her brightest, bravest smile and approached the daunting woman in front of her.

"Good evening, Lady Charles-Smythe, my name is Caroline Forbes, I am the Hello reporter that is covering your event, and this is my photographer, Josh. Is there an anything in particular you would like us focus on."

Lady Charles-Smythe looked her up and down before responding, "An American writing for the society pages, that's like getting a flamingo to review different types of dog food. Hello sure has lowered their standards from when I was young."

Caroline took a deep breath but refrained from making a comment when Lady Charles-Smythe continued, "So please steer clear from the soap actors, they love the camera and the chance to be photographed at any place that uses napkins instead of serviettes so they will gravitate towards you but any footage taken of them should not be used in your article, also with regards to footballers and their wives, please focus more on the classy ones, the Victoria Beckham kind, not the pre-marriage Colleen Rooney ones. The Duke and Duchess of Cambridge will not be attending as we are awaiting the arrival of our little royal baby but there's a chance Prince Harry might come and in that case, please make sure you get a picture of him, I don't care if you have to steamroll the entire cast of Eastenders to get it. Now for my portrait, you should probably photograph me with the people who made this all possible, the magnificent architects."

Lady Charles-Smythe lead Caroline and Josh to a blonde couple standing close to a very obscure painting of a cat and a dog both chasing its' tails. Caroline could see the side profile of the woman, her blonde hair similar in color to Caroline's, she was extremely pretty, and the deep red of her dress made her look confident and elegant.

"Sorry to disturb you, Alexandra and Niklaus, I want to introduce you to Caroline and Joshua from Hello magazine."

Time seemed to stand still as she saw Klaus, almost expecting it to be a figment of her imagination. They had not seen each other since that fated night three years ago, and while she was aware that through Katherine and Elijah's relationship he had to have known that she moved to London, Katherine had provided her with no details as to his whereabouts or what he has been up to over the past three years, Klaus was a no-go subject. It was not as if she was still angry and ashamed at what had transpired between them, yes she fell in love, yes he stamped on her heart but the wisdom of the years had made her realize that she was better because of that experience. She never believed that she was strong enough to walk away from a mediocre life, that she deserved more than Tyler and the life that came with him, but Klaus taught her to dream again, encouraged her to believe in herself and for that she would grateful for the role he played in her life no matter how messy it ended up being. Sometimes when she laid awake at nights, she would imagine how different her life would have been if she had married Tyler, how she would have played the dutiful wife, following direction from Carol Lockwood and Tyler's other advisors, how long it would have been until a noisy journalist unearthed Tyler's indiscretions and she would have been shamed, the woman who couldn't satisfy her own husband and she shuddered; all the dates that she gone on since moving to London had been dead ends, no one she cared to follow up on, and she might have not have her dream job yet but she was happy, independent and for the first time was able to relish being single, and that was all she needed.

Klaus stared dumbstruck at her, his mouth agape, and Caroline took the opportunity to break the ice, "Klaus, it's been a while."

"You two know each other?" Lady Charles-Smythe interrupted, obviously surprised that her fancy architect knew the common American journalist.

Klaus seemed to find his voice but his gaze remained transfixed on Caroline's face, "Yes, Caroline and I were neighbors when I worked in the New York office."

The blonde woman, Alexandra turned to Caroline, "Oh my, you're that Caroline! It's so great to finally meet you; I'm Lexie, Klaus' colleague. I've heard so much about you."

Caroline felt flutters in her stomach; Klaus had been talking about her enough that one of his colleagues recognized her name, three years later.

"It's good to meet you too," Caroline smiled politely, "So Josh needs to take a picture of you guys so if you could please stand over there and give your best smiles." Caroline went into full work mode, ignoring the gnawing feeling that came with her reunion with Klaus, and the fact that the sight of him still put her on edge, engulfed her body with desire, but it was not enough to forget the way he spoke to her, how he pushed her aside, and she supposed that a part of her would always be affected by him, but she was wiser now, and she wouldn't subject herself to be made a fool of by another man.

When the night was over, and she had enough positive quotes about Lady Charles-Smythe bore of a party and Josh's camera was filled with more pictures of attention-seeking nobility than orange-tinted soap stars, she collected her coat (not without getting some juicy inside information from the coat check girl) and made her way home.

One of the perks of working for Hello magazine was that they transported their staff in town cars, which meant that she did not need to brave public transport late at night. Her town car pulled up just as she walked out of the building and she heard the familiar voice, the one that had been haunting her dreams for the past three years, call out her name.

She sighed, addressing him without turning around, "Klaus, I don't really have time for a catch-up, the driver is waiting to take me home."

"Caroline, I really need to talk to you, I will take you home," the desperation in his tone evident, almost as if he was scared that if she left now he would never see her again.

Caroline turned around slowly, "Klaus, I think we said everything we needed to say that night when we parted ways and I don't think I have the emotional capacity to delve back into those long buried feelings." Klaus was leaning against the wall of the building, a sense of coolness and authority alluding off him. He pushed back against the wall and started to walk towards her, her heart beating faster with every step that he took.

"Caroline, look, I know we ended things badly, but I would just like this one chance to explain. Please, Caroline?" He looked at her with a look that could only be described as similar to a puppy begging its' owner for another dog biscuit.

"Oh okay, alright," She threw her hands up in defeat, "She opened the back door of the town car and said, "Brady, I won't be coming with you guys tonight, I'll be getting a lift home with an old friend. Have a great evening!"

She turned around to face a triumphant Klaus as the town car drove away, a frown etched on her face, "This better be worth losing the double chocolate chip cookies that Brady always leaves in the back seat for me."

"Care to go for a walk? I know a great pub that is not so far away, and it's a great place for us to chat before I take you home."

"Going to a public area? Are you scared I'm going to use what I learnt in the mixed martial arts class I went to to beat you down after how you treated me?"

"That would be well-deserved, but that's what we need to talk about."

"Well then by all means, lead the way to this pub."

They walked to the pub in silence – Caroline not uttering a word out of spite, and Klaus too sheepish to say anything, he simply just turned to look at her every few minutes, just to make sure she was still there, that she wasn't a figment of his imagination, an extension of a dream.

They reached the pub in no time, the homely looking décor which Caroline had become accustomed to over the past few years that she had been going out in London, gave the place a sense of warmth and comfort which one does not usually find when entering a place one has never been before. They sat down in the nearest open booth, and as Klaus went to order them drinks Caroline stared at him, unable to fathom the fact that she was with him, again, after all the years, that the fates had aligned for them to meet again.

"Here we go, for the lady," he announced as he handed her the drink.

"Thanks," she murmured and another wave of awkward silence hit them as they sipped their drinks.

"So when did you move from New York?" She asked him.

"About two months ago, my firm offered me the position of heading up the London branch of our company, and because it is my original home and it enables me to be closer to my family, I jumped at the opportunity. Have you been back since?"

"Yes, I went back last year for Stefan and Elena's wedding, do you remember them? Elena was the one who worked in promotions, Stefan was the doctor?"

"Yes yes of course."

"Well, they tied the knot and I went to go see my mother. But otherwise Kat and I are more than settled here."

"I heard her and my brother are still going strong."

"Yes, she talks about Elijah all the time! I have never seen her this in love," Caroline smiled softly; unable to mask the happiness she felt at the change that Katherine had untaken in the few short years.

"Well I assume a wedding might be on the cards for those two as well, I heard a rumor that Elijah asked my mother for our grandmother's engagement ring. But you did not hear it from me," Klaus said teasingly.

"I hope that's true, I don't have much faith in your sources…"

"Says the woman who works at Hello magazine," he said with a smirk.

"You can say what you want about Hello but all you fancy Brits are regular subscribers, you long to see what is written about you or your neighbors."

"I have to admit, in her heyday my mother used to ravage that rag looking for the latest gossip."

"You see we do have some purpose," she said with a smile as she took another sip of her drink, "So, Kol's business seems to be thriving, he friended me on Facebook, I get all the latest updates."

"Yes, he's expanding, created so many different types of apps now. Who knew my party animal brother would eventually become a multi-millionaire entrepreneur?"

"I guess that's why you shouldn't underestimate people."

He stared at her intently before saying, "You know, I always admired that about you, that you always looked for the good in people. You didn't take things simply at face value."

She smiled lightly at him before taking another sip of her drink. He cleared his throat to break the awkward moment that he created and asked her, "So what have you been up to since leaving New York?"

"So are you telling me you haven't been stalking me through Kol's Facebook?" She teased, "Well, luckily my pointless job picking out different lipsticks actually gave me a good enough reference to get a junior position at Hello and I eventually worked my way up to Society Editor, the first American to hold the title. I've been living with Katherine since moving to London, even though she spends most nights with Elijah so you could say I live alone. I was considering getting a cat but I wouldn't fancy cleaning up all the fur, um, I know too much about my neighbor's affair with her gardener and have watched all the series of Downton Abbey so many times that I have begun to speak along with the characters. And you?"

"I was made senior partner about the time that you left, but it was getting lonely in New York and I figured I needed to start spending more time with my family so when the head of the London branch retired, I was offered his job and here I am, youngest head in the history of Saltzman and Associates. I am currently living in my family home with Elijah, Rebekah and our mother, so I guess I've totally come full circle."

"Full circle, but tons more successful. I thought you would be married with a couple of kids already?" she fished.

"Nah, not nearly enough time for that. There hasn't really been anyone special in my life since…" He started before glancing down.

"Since?" She pressed him.

He looked up at her again. "Since you," he said simply.

"But nothing really happened with us, remember, you lost interest," she replied to him, not allowing her face to show her surprise at his words.

"Oh Caroline, I was so indisposed when I saw you, I didn't mean anything that I said to you that night, I just wanted to hurt you as you hurt me. I tend to lash out in anger when I am upset, an ugly family trait, and the thought of you not being in my life scared me so much and caused me to make so very stupid decisions which still resulted our estrangement."

"What are you saying?" She asked, confused to what he was implying.

"I'm saying, that I never moved on from what happened between us, what I felt, every moment I spent with you, everything else in my life pales in comparison to those few stolen times with you. The truth is I tried to stop thinking about you, but I can't. Nothing, not even my work, family, alcohol can be distract me from thoughts of you." He looked at with that same intense and tender look that she had been yearning for since the last time she saw him.

"Klaus –"

He put his hand on top of hers on the table, "Don't say anything yet, just hear me out. I apologize profusely for what I did and said to you, I'm sorry for hurting you, which was the one thing I told myself that I would never do, no matter how bad I might be for you. I never sought you out because I believed you were better off without me, the way that you cried the last time we saw each other is still fresh in my mind as if reminding me how destructive I can be to others around me. But when I saw you at the party tonight, I couldn't stay away, I needed to talk to you, to feel your skin against mine again, to be able to gaze upon your face, if only for an hour."

Caroline was taken aback by his honesty. He didn't give her a chance to interrupt before he carried on speaking, "Everyone said it was idiotic of me to still be hung up on a woman who was never mine but it was like I always had this strange hope that one day we would have our chance, that our time would come, even if I would have to wait another fifty years."

"Klaus –," she breathed out, unable to believe the words that were coming out of his mouth. His eyes watching her as she stood up, doubt and fear once more encompassing him. She climbed out of the booth and stood in front of it. "Klaus, can you come out here?"

He looked at her nervously, "Would you like me to take you home now? I sorry if I made you uncomfortable."

"Stop talking, gosh, I need you to come out because this dress is too stiff for me to bend in it properly," she exclaimed.

Confused by her words, he slowly scooted out of the booth, looking quizzically at her. When he was alongside her, she turned towards him, put her hand against the collar of his shirt, lightly held on to it before pulling him close and placing her lips upon his. Just like the first time they kissed (which felt like eras ago) the electricity between them was immediately evident, and the small peck that Caroline started soon escalated to something hotter, more urgent, more desperate when Klaus who was first shocked at her actions rose to the occasion as his tongue moved between her lips and he began to explore what he had been dreaming of since that night in New York.

The kiss turned from exploratory to passionate in matter of minutes, a feat that could only be achieved by a couple that had been starved from being with the one they truly wanted to be with. The heat radiated off their bodies as they moved closer together, itching to feel more of each other, to fill up the gap that the three years had created. Knowing that if she did not stop now, they would be having a rather nasty encounter with the patrons of the pub, Caroline pulled back from Klaus, and said, "Seeing that this is venturing away from PG-territory, you should probably take me home now." She smiled at him sweetly as his mind seemed to register his surroundings. "Yes sure," he mumbled as he grabbed his car keys and walked towards the exit, so engrossed in what had just happened. Caroline giggled to herself, amused at how much a kiss could topple this self-confident man.

His car wasn't parked far from the pub and as they walked in silence, she caught him staring at her a number of times almost as if he was trying to decode her, to understand her.

As she climbed into the passenger seat of his car, she broke the silence by telling him her address before saying, "Sooo do you want to take about what just happened?"

"I think I want to revel in it a little longer before you tell me that it was your way of saying goodbye, or giving me closure, or getting me to shut up."

"Well, I won't say that, because it's not true, except maybe the shut up part," she smiled at him, "You were so intent on telling me how you felt, that you didn't give me a chance to reciprocate so I had to take drastic measures."

He took his eyes off the road for a moment to look at her, to see if there was truth in what she was saying.

"I kissed you, because that was what I wanted to do. Since we have last seen each other, I hated you, I was angry with you, but I couldn't stop thinking about how special it felt when we kissed, how connected and right it felt and when I saw you tonight, I didn't feel anger or hatred, I felt the need to be connected to you again. I'm not the same girl who left New York, broken, dependent on a man who didn't deserve my loyalty and affection, I am liberated now, I make my own decisions and in that moment I knew what you were speaking about was true. We were meant to reunite at that event, because we were fated to meet again – not at a premeditated place like Elijah and Katherine's wedding one day - but at some place random, arbitrary like finding a girl's picture in an abandoned book in a hospital, or in an apartment across the hall, random meet ups are just our thing and tonight confirmed that that night in your apartment was not the end for us, it was just the end of that chapter."

Klaus' hands tightened around the steering wheel of his car, overwhelmed by the words that had just come out of her mouth. "Are you saying," he gulped nervously, "That you're willing to give this, us, a chance? Even after everything that has transpired between us?"

"I'm saying that I'm willing to try, I think that tonight wasn't a chance meeting, and it was obvious from our kissing earlier that there are a lot of latent feelings between us, we owe it to ourselves to give it a shot. This time we have nothing stopping us – no overbearing fiancés, no pictures hidden in our drawers…unless you have a copy of that small pictorial I did for Playboy magazine when I was 19…"

Klaus looked at her shocked. She swatted his arm playfully, "I'm just kidding," then she looked at him seriously, "Unless you do have it."

He laughed as they pulled up outside of her apartment building; he stopped the car and leaned over to give her a kiss goodnight. She put her hand on his shoulder to stop him and he looked at her, questionably.

She swallowed as if working up the courage to say something, "Do you want come up? I mean to my apartment."

"Are you sure?" He asked, "Is it not too soon?"

"I think over three years of wondering is long enough."

He smiled in response, "Then I would love to come up." He switched off the car and made his way around to open the door for her, trying to mask the excitement that he felt. She smirked to herself, very much aware of what the statement she made was doing to him.

They had barely made their way into the elevator of her apartment building when he grabbed her, pushed her against the metal wall and kissed her deeply, letting his tongue intrude her mouth, holding nothing back as he unleashed himself onto her. There were no more doubts, no more fear, just the two of them, acting on the emotions that they both felt since they met. Her hands met around his neck as his rested on her hips, pulling her closer to him, wanting to feel more of her. Her leg just began to hitch up his as the elevator dinged that they were on the right floor. Caroline reluctantly pulled away from him, took his hand and led him to her apartment. He stared at the number on her door as she pulled her keys out of her clutch, and started to unlock. He cocked to the side and said, "Number 107, how appropriate."

"Why's that?" She replied as she opened the door for him to enter.

"107 was the number of my apartment in New York where we had our first kiss," he looked at her with a smile of pure unadulterated happiness on his face. He had never looked more relaxed or more handsome to her, unable to restrain herself any longer, she pulled at his dress shirt, and met his lips once more, deciding right then that nothing could rival the taste of him. He pushed her up against the closed door and as his mouth resumed the now familiar position against hers as his hands started to explore her perfect body, feeling overwhelmingly pleased that she was no longer forbidden, he could kiss her, touch her, and she wanted it too.

"Klaus," she whimpered as he started to kiss her jaw and then started to insert open mouth kisses to her neck, "Maybe we should take off my dress first, before this becomes too out-of-hand and it becomes ruined."

He chuckled at the fact that she could still think of the well being of her dress, when his mind was just clouded with thoughts of her and what he wanted to do to her.

She turned around for him to unzip her and his one hand unzipped the cream gown, his index finger of his other hand traced a line down her spine as it was exposed, making her clench her legs closer together, her desire for him making her lose control. Once her dress was undone, she turned around to face him, looking him straight in the eyes before slowly pealing it off her body, exposing her cream lace bra and lace underwear. Klaus breathed in, trying to take it the sight before him, his body instantly responding to what his heart already knew, she was all he ever wanted.

He continued to watch her as she draped her dress across the armchair in the living room and then started stalking towards him; she smiled at him as she moved to unbutton his shirt, her lips ran over the roughness of his stubble before she started to kiss his neck, ever inch of him exciting her more as the last button was undone, she moved his open shirt over his shoulder and off onto the floor.

"Hey now, love, why does you clothes get to be nicely draped over furniture while mine are thrown on the floor?" He teased.

She removed her lips from his chest and rested a hand on his extremely toned stomach. "Would you like me to stop this and pick up your clothes?" She asked innocently as she looked at him, innocently, through her eyelashes.

"Not at all!" He responded and she smirked as she dug into his hair and pulled him close to kiss him again. Her hand moved to finger his belt buckle, as he pinned her up against the pale blue walls of her apartment. Their pace moved faster as she hurriedly removed his belt and trousers, he kicked of his shoes and maneuvered off his pants without breaking their kiss. She gasped as he lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around him, feeling his erection against her core and this encouraged her further. She was grinding closer and closer to him, her breasts pressing up against his bare chest, her body yearning to have him inside her.

Klaus broke their kiss this time, "Love, I suggest we move to your bedroom or I will end up taking you right here." Caroline shuddered, his voice deep and full of want, making her all the more aroused.

"Yes sure, it's that door over there," she said, pointing to her bedroom door. Klaus made no effort to put her down as he carried her to her bedroom, pushed open the door, and laid her on her bed. She tossed her excess clothes and the magazine that Katherine was reading many moons ago on to the floor as Klaus climbed on top of her and they started kissing again. With her other boyfriends, Caroline always used to get bored of kissing, it was thrilling in the beginning but it became monotonous the more she did it, but with Klaus she felt as if she could do it until the end of time and never tire of him. As he began to kiss down her neck, his tongue doing magical things to her body, she said, "Klaus, do you have protection?"

He looked up at her, alarm apparent in his eyes, "Uh no, I didn't really expect this when I went to stuffy Lady Charles-Smythe's event. Must we stop?" He gulped as he moved to lay on the side of her, his eyes showing how it would shatter him to stop.

She sat up and moved to climb off her bed, "No, it's fine. We have a whole stash of condoms in our bathroom cabinet." She went to the bathroom to fetch one as Klaus asked, "So do you have reason to use them often?"

She was unfazed by his question as she responded, "Not really, but we're levelheaded girls, we keep it there in case of emergencies, like right now" and she handed him one.

She watched as he started to remove his underwear and her eyes darkened, "Do you want help? Do you want me to put it on for you?"

Klaus looked at her and said, "I don't think I have the self control to be able to deal with that, love. Not now."

She nodded as she removed her bra and climbed back onto the bed. He licked his lips as he gave her a sheepish look, "And you couldn't wait until I have this on before you started removing more clothes, do you want me to combust?"

She giggled as he climbed over her once more, the look in his eyes so full of affection and adoration that she felt that her heart might burst, no one but him had ever looked at her in that way.

His right hand moved by her left side, from her legs right up to her breast, as he cupped her, massaging her mound, putting just enough pressure on it, causing her to become short of breath. He kissed her jaw again and then slowly moved down her body until his mouth met his hand and her latched onto her, his tongue swirling against her nipple while his other hand gave attention to her other breast before he alternated again. She cried out in ecstasy, he entire body burning with need for him.

She grabbed his head on either side and pulled him up until he was level with her face. "Klaus, I need you inside me now," she panted out. She couldn't be bothered with how uncouth she sounded, she could not take another minute of his teasing, her body was roaring for him.

He smirked proudly as without preamble, he thrust in her, her body was shocked for a minute with the size of his length, she was not accustomed to being with someone who was so blessed, but her body grew familiar with it as it stretched to accommodate him, as if it was expecting him.

"You are truly, the most beautiful woman, I have ever had the privileged to encounter," he breathed out at her as he continue to thrust, her bed shaking with the pressure, her slick walls welcoming him in.

"Shut up and kiss me, you're distracting yourself from the task at hand," she retorted as he chuckled and kissed her and his right hand moved between their bodies and started to finger her core.

"Klaus!" She exclaimed, her nails scratching down his back, neither of them caring whether it left scars. Her ankles locked around his behind as she pushed him deeper, desperate to feel more of him, as his hands continued to worship her body. She cried out in pleasure as he hit her clitoris, calling out his name like a lament as she reached a form of ecstasy she had never achieved before. Her hands that were caressing his back moved up to his neck and pulled him into a passionate kiss as they both came together and he thrust a few more times inside of her before pulling out and collapsing next to her. Both their breathing heavy as they were coming down from their respective highs, she turned towards him and smiled widely, "That was amazing! Why did it take us so long to get here?!"

He chuckled as he cupped her face and his rubbed his thumb against a cheek before he looked around his room and his eyes hell on a dark painting on the opposite wall, "That painting. Where did you get it?"

She turned over onto her back and followed his gaze, "Oh that piece, my dad bought it for me for my high school graduation. I know it's really dark and most people find it freaky but I love it, it's like the painter had been through so much hardships but they still believe that they can make it through."

Klaus looked at her amazed, "I know who the painter is."

"Really? Who is it?"

He coughed, "I painted it after Hendrik's death. I was so distraught, but a letter from an unknown girl gave me hope made me smile again, even though I was in so much pain. But my parents cut me off after the accident so I had to sell my paintings to pay for college. It's quite fitting for you to end up with one of them."

She moved to closer to him as her fingers danced across his chest, "I told you, we were predestined and now our time has come," she whispered to him as she nibbled his ear before climbing astride him for another round.

A/N: Yay they finally done it! I've been wanting to write them having sex for a long time but the time was never right.

Please review, my last plea to you, as a goodbye gift to me!

Some of you messaged me asking for a sequel, but in order for there to be a sequel, Klaus and Caroline needed to have more drama and complications, but I feel like they had enough bad times and they deserve the chance to be happy and I don't want to stretch their story out so much, that you guys begin to hate them. Let's rather leave them on a good note. In turn, I will write random one-shots of them in the future, moments of their time together, which I will post here if you continue to follow.

I currently have no plans to write another multi-chapter fanfiction I have some drabble and one-shot series planned as well as the ones that I'm currently writing. I will only write another multi-chapter if I get a great idea and have a full plot planned out, so never say never. You can follow me here or on tumblr at klaussnowflake.

Thanks again for being such awesome readers, I love you all more than you could ever imagine. Sorry to beg again, but please please review!