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Klaus had never been more exasperated than he was in that moment.

He just wanted to get to Caroline.

He was already late arriving to the pre-event, when his mother had intercepted him and insisted on getting countless amounts of photos. Then, Rebekah had talked his ear off about which types of photos he had to take with Caroline when they were at the prom. Then Marcel and Cami had cornered him, and proceeded to chatter aimlessly at him.

Yes, it was lovely to see Cami after nearly two years of only the occasional Skype chat, and it was certainly wonderful to see Marcel and Cami together again after all this time.

He was happy for his friend. He really was.

But he needed to get to Caroline.

He knew she'd be waiting for him.

And he hated that he was keeping her waiting, especially since they only just made up.

"Marcel, Camille," Klaus said, interrupting their conversation after twenty minutes of their pointless chit-chat. "Please excuse me, I have to find Caroline."

And before either of them could say anything, Klaus had left.

He walked quickly around, trying to catch sight of her in the overcrowded dining hall.

Through his search, he saw all his classmates, dressed in beautiful gowns, he saw Katherine chatting to Damon Salvatore, and his sister giggling with Stefan. He saw his mother, and Caroline's fathers.

But he couldn't find her.

He frantically searched until, right in front of him, he saw her.

His breathe hitched.

He had honestly never seen a more beautiful sight in his life.

His hand twitched involuntarily, desperate for a pencil and paper, or a set of paints and a canvas – hell, he would have been happy with a crude ink pen and a napkin, if it meant he would be able to capture the utter perfection which was Caroline Forbes.

She had a midnight blue gown on, which seemed to twinkle thanks to the jewels weaved through it. Her lips were a deep red, in stark contrast to the dress, and her hair was pulled back into an elegant chignon at the back of her head, with a few curled tendrils falling delicately on her face.

Klaus knew he was gaping, knew he was staring, but he didn't care.

He took a few steps toward her and picked up her hand, and intertwined his fingers with hers, his heart racing a mile a minute at how incredibly gorgeous she was.

"Hello, sweetheart," he whispered.

"Hey, Nik," she said back.

The two of them just gazed upon the other's face for a moment, little smiles forming on their lips.

"You are completely stunning," he said, his voice so earnest that Caroline thought she might cry.

"You look amazing too," she replied.

Because he did. His dark three-piece suit clung to his perfect body in a way that managed to make him look more handsome than he usually did. His face was adorned with the smallest amount of stubble, just the way Caroline loved it. And his hair was styled ever so slightly, so it sat in a quiff on the top of his head.

"I really want to kiss you right now," he said, and chuckled a little at the stern face she then threw at him.

"You will do no such thing, my make up has to last all night, Nik!"

"Come on, sweetheart, not all night, surely. Just until after the photos."

Caroline scowled at him, and he just grinned back at her, bringing a hand up to stroke her face.

"You're beautiful, Caroline," Klaus reiterated, before perking up dropping her hand, and beginning to fish in his pockets. "I almost forgot."

From the depths of his pocket, Klaus produced two little plastic boxes. He retook the hand he'd just let go of, and pulled out the corsage that was in the box.

It was an arrangement of deep red roses, and Klaus tied it tenderly around her wrist with a length of red ribbon.

"It's beautiful," Caroline breathed, as she looked down at it.

In her mind, corsages were all relatively tacky, and it was only the sweet thought that went into their purchase that made them bearable. But looking down at the masterpiece adorning her wrist, she definitely felt as though she'd been proved wrong.

"I made it myself," Klaus said, a mixture of sheepishness and pride laced in his voice. "I thought my perfect girlfriend deserved the best I was able to offer. And, of course, I am the best."

"Cocky much?" Caroline quipped, punching him playfully on the shoulder, before taking the second box from his hand and proceeding to pin his roses onto his lapel.

"Do I not have a right to be cocky, love?" he asked, still teasingly smirking. "Am I not 'amazing' and is the corsage not 'beautiful'. They were you words, not mine."

"Oh, shut up."

But before their banter could continue, Katherine and Damon came up beside them.

"Hey, it's almost time to go."

"I know," Caroline said, her eyes lighting up with excitement. "I can't believe this is it!"

Katherine, Damon and Klaus all chuckled a little at Caroline's obvious elation at finally going to her senior prom.

The four of them made their way to their parents, who were all huddled together in a corner near the door, to say their farewells before departing.

Caroline was hardly focussed on the conversation, and let out an excited shriek when she saw the limos begin to arrive through the windows.

"The cars! They're here!" she chirped, bobbing up and down on the balls of her feet, like a little child who has heard the distant sound of the ice-cream truck.

The group chuckled at Caroline's obvious excitement, and bid their farewells.

Caroline noticed Klaus, Bill and Stephen share a meaningful look and a few hushed words as they shook hands, but brushed it off as an over-protective thing.

With that, Caroline hugged her dads, Joe, Rebekah and Esther, politely smiled at Katherine's parents, ruffled Stefan's hair and poked her tongue out at Kol, before grabbing Klaus' hand in her left, and Katherine's in her right – who subsequently grasped Damon's – and pulled them towards where the rest of their year groups was enthusiastically milling around the doors waiting for the cars to whisk them away to the magical evening they were sure to have.

xxx

The ride between the school and the prom venue was a wonderful one, and a time Caroline would never forget.

She and Katherine sung songs so loud that the boys even started to get along, bonded by their hatred for girly music.

That was until Damon took the 'if you can't beat 'em, join 'em!' approach, and joined in.

"Hey! I just met you! And this is crazy! But here's my number! So call me maybe!" The three of them chorused, while Klaus cringed in the corner.

Though, if he was honest, the terrible singing, and even worse song choice was absolutely worth it to see the joy written all over Caroline's face.

But if Caroline had thought the trip was memorable, it was nothing compared to stepping out of the vehicle and gazing for the first time upon the completed masterpiece she'd had a big hand in creating.

The white marquee stood erect in the middle of the golf course, facing the crashing and ever-turbulent ocean. The roof of it was adorned with strings and strings of warm, twinkling fairy lights, giving the place an ambient glow that not even Caroline's wildest imaginings could have foreseen.

The tables were scattered 'randomly' beneath the ceiling of the marquee – although Caroline knew, even if no one else did, that the randomness was so far from random, rather than perfectly placed to seem random, while still maximising dance floor space.

The photographer was set up in the right place to ensure the best pictures were taken, and the band was ready to play their first set.

Caroline heard the impressed mutterings and gasps of her classmates as they began to arrive, and her chest swelled with pride. Yes, she had had help, but the she was the general mastermind behind it.

She'd been imagining this moment for years, and it was just as sweet as she'd imagined it.

"You've outdone yourself, sweetheart," Klaus said, as he gazed around at it.

"Oh please," Katherine interjected. "This is definitely only half as impressive as what she's got planned for her wedding."

"Yeah," Damon added. "She's been planning that longer than she's been planning prom. Wait until you guys get married, and then you'll realise this had nothing on that."

Damon and Kat smirked at each other, while Caroline blushed, knowing that they were probably right. There were things she had purposely not included in the prom's design so she could use those ideas for their wedding.

Klaus stood their, neck reddening at the thought of Damon saying 'wait until you guys get married'. He was way too young to be thinking about his wedding. Even though the idea of marriage didn't repulse him when he thought of it in terms of Caroline.

Klaus cleared his throat and took Caroline's hand, "How about we get our photos out of the way now?"

"You only want to so you can kiss me," Caroline pouted teasingly.

"Be that as it may," Klaus smirked. "Bekah gave me a long list of positions we have to try, and it's going to take a long time for the photographer to capture them all."

The other three burst out laughing at his words, and Klaus clicked to what it sounded like.

"Oh, you know what I mean," he grumbled; it was his turn to pout.

"I do, Nik," Caroline crooned, before leading him away to join the line that was already forming for the photographer.

"I bet you a hundred bucks they don't last the whole evening," Katherine said to Damon, as the couple walked away from them.

"I'll take that bet," Damon accepted. "There's no way Caroline would ever leave the prom before it finishes. She's seriously been planning it since, like, third grade."

"Yeah, but she'll want some alone time with lover-boy."

"Fine, if they leave more than thirty minutes before the end I'll pay up. But if they don't, you have to. And you owe me a lap dance before we commence our extra-curricular activities this evening," Damon challenged, with a devious smirk and a flick of the eyebrows.

"Deal."

xxx

The night rolled on smoothly.

They had photos – more photos than Caroline and Klaus had fingers and toes – they ate until they were full to bursting – it wasn't the best food, but as far as prom food went, it was pretty good – and Luke and Caroline had been named prom king and queen – though, as they shared their traditional prom monarch dance, Caroline joked that Luke should have been prom queen as well, and he let out a raucous laugh, agreeing whole-heartedly.

Until then, however, most of the dancing had been party style, fun, group dancing.

And Caroline would be lying to herself if she wasn't anxious to have a slow dance with her boyfriend.

As she finished her dance with Luke, Caroline made her way over to Klaus, who was watching her with starry eyes.

"Well, don't you look beautiful as a queen, Miss Forbes?" He asked, as he took her hand and led her onto the dance floor. "Although, you're always beautiful so it would be impossible for you to not."

Caroline blushed, and looked at him through her eyelashes, "If I didn't know better, Mr Mikaelson, I'd say you were trying to seduce me!"

Klaus smiled back at her, and placed his hand on her lower back, pulling her closer him, and interlacing his fingers with her, as a slow song started to play.

The two swayed in time to music, completely lost in each other's embrace. Klaus placed his chin on the side of her head and closed his eyes, breathing her in.

They stayed like that for four songs, not speaking, just holding the other close.

"You know I love you, right?" Caroline asked, softly. "I know these last few weeks haven't shown that, but I do."

"I shouldn't have lied to you, Caroline," Klaus said, earnestly. "I got scared of what my leaving would mean for us."

"I know," she whispered, placing a small kiss on his lips. "But I love you enough to rough the long distance, and you'll be back before you know it. And maybe I can visit."

Klaus smiled softly, and felt the familiar warm love for her sit safely in his chest.

"I love you too, Caroline."

He kissed her tenderly, before going to back their slow dance, foreheads pressed together, gazing into the depths of the other's eyes.

They remained like that for another thirty minutes, sharing sweet nothings occasionally, but otherwise just enjoying being young and in love, until the mood was broken as the DJ suddenly played Single Ladies.

Caroline shrieked, and dropped Klaus' hands to race towards Katherine.

If there was one artist the two girls jammed out to, it was Queen Bey.

Klaus grinned at her, maybe he had to share her sometimes, but her smile lit a fire in his heart, and he never wanted it to go out.

Caroline and Katherine danced and laughed and smiled and hugged and sung together with all their other friends completely lost in the exhilaration of the evening.

Klaus took a seat next to Marcel, who, like Klaus, was watching his significant other have fun.

"You know, I never would have thought this would be how prom went for you, man," Marcel said, conversationally.

"What do you mean?"

"I thought you'd go with whichever chick was warming you bed at the time, then find another couple to keep you company prom night. And then you'd forget it ever happened."

Klaus just rolled his eyes at Marcel, though agreed that it probably would have gone down that way.

"But, you've changed. She's changed you. And as much as I liked the old Klaus, I like this Klaus more."

Klaus smiled at his friend, and reflected on his words.

He was right. Caroline had pulled him from the hole of no self-worth, and darkness, and shown him the light again. She'd help him realise that, no matter what Mikael said, or what the demons whispered into his ears, it was worth keeping on fighting because she was his prize.

Klaus gazed upon her beautiful smiling face, with wonder in his eyes and love in his heart, thinking how lucky he was.

He remained that way for another half an hour until he saw Caroline extract herself from her group of friends and make her way to the loos.

She didn't reappear for another fifteen minutes, and he was beginning to get worried.

But just as he got up to check on her, he saw her come back in and sit down at the very back of the venue, and watch her classmates with a soft, nostalgic smile on her face.

xxx

From her position near the back of the marquee, Caroline gazed upon her classmates with fond eyes, willing her memory to etch every last detail of this night into her mind.

She had extracted herself from dancing a some minutes earlier to visit the ladies, but also to have a moment of alone time to fully appreciate how far she'd come over the last few years.

As she watched her friends laugh and dance together, Caroline's mind drifted back to her mother, and she smiled.

Her mother would be proud of her.

For the second time that day, Caroline was so lost in her own thoughts that she hardly registered as someone moved up beside her, pulling a chair close to hers, and sitting down.

"How are you doing?" a voice asked, pulling Caroline from her reverie.

She smiled softly, when she saw who it was.

"I'm doing good," she smiled, stroking the side of his face. "Tonight has been… pretty perfect."

"You're pretty perfect, Caroline," Klaus whispered, putting his arm around her shoulders, and pulling her towards him until she was nuzzled into his shoulder.

"I can't believe it's been two years, Nik," Caroline whispered.

"I can't believe it's been less than two years since I met you," Klaus said, honestly. "You completely changed my life."

"And you mine," she smiled, but her smile was tinged with a sadness that Klaus wished he could chase away. "I just hate that my mom had to die for us to find each other."

Klaus held her closer, and danced his fingers along the bare skin of her arms, desperate for anything to distract her from thinking about her mother.

"Do you remember this time last year, Caroline?" Klaus breathed into her ear. "What we got up to as distraction back then?"

"Jesus, Nik! You always make it sound so dirty!" Caroline admonished. "It was the first time we went paintballing together! Not the first time we tried BDSM or anything."

Klaus let out a hearty laugh, and Caroline cracked a smile too, the light returning to her eyes, and Klaus knew he'd succeeded in cheering her up a little.

"Do you know why I took you paintballing?" Klaus asked her, tangling his long fingers with hers.

"Because you wanted to distract me?"

"Partly," he began. "But also because the first ever movie you and I watched together – just us – was 10 Things I Hate About You. And said when we watched it that you wanted to re-enact the paintball scene in real life, because it was you and your mother's favourite part of the movie."

"You remembered that?" Caroline asked, wide eyed.

"Of course I did. It was a way you could connect to your mother, but also be distracted from it," Klaus said, pressing his lips to the side of her head. "And there was the added bonus that I got to kiss you while you were covered in paint."

The two of them chuckled, and the kisses Klaus was placing on her temple, began to snake their way down her face until he was pressing them along her jar line.

Caroline sighed at the sweet sensation.

"I'm not going to lie," Klaus said, in between kisses. "Kissing you while you're covered with paint has been a fantasy of mine for a long time."

"Has it now," Caroline mewled huskily, as Klaus continued his ministrations.

"Uh-huh," he said, smirking at the breathiness of Caroline's voice. "Although, I'd prefer if I got the chance to do it when you're naked."

Caroline let out a low seductive chuckle. "Well, maybe we can arrange that sometime."

"I'd like that."

Those were Klaus' final words before his lips found hers. After supressing his desire to capture her mouth with his all night, Klaus kissed her like there would be no tomorrow.

"Do you want to get going?" Caroline breathed to him.

Suddenly, Caroline didn't want to be there anymore; all that consumed her mind was being wrapped in Klaus' firm arms, and intimately loving him, like only she could.

It ten to eleven, so they would only be missing the last hour of the night anyway.

"I'd love that," Klaus muttered, entangling his fingers with hers once more, and lifting her to her feet. "I may have a surprise for you too."

Caroline's eyes widened again, and she smiled at him. "Do you now?"

"I do, now let's go."

Klaus used their interlocked fingers to pull her in the direction of the door, only stopping once to kiss her deeply again, before the two had disappeared.

From the other side of the dance floor, Damon groaned, and pulled out his wallet, handing Katherine a crisp Ben Franklin.

"I warned you, Damon. Not to bet against the house," Katherine said smugly. "You may know Caroline, but I know Caroline when she's with Klaus way better than you."

xxx

The night around the two young lovers was beautiful.

A soft warm breeze blew through their hair, and the waves crashing on the sand around them provided a perfect soundtrack to their moonlit stroll along the beach.

While, when they had exited the prom, they had both been desperate for more of the lustful touches, and feverish kisses, the pull of a romantic walk was too great for them.

"I don't mean to be rude, or ruin the mood, Nik, but where are we going? The school is in the other direction… And we're walking."

Klaus just gave her a sideward, lopsided smile, promising her he knew what he was doing.

Ten minutes later, Klaus was pulling her up the bank – quite the feat in her ball gown – and Caroline could see their destination.

"How the hell did you talk my dad into letting you have the house for the night?" Caroline asked, disbelievingly, as they walked through the front door of Stephen's Pebble Beach home.

She'd asked, on a number of occasions, whether she and Klaus could use the house some weekends to have some alone time, even with Stephen to chaperone, and he'd flat out refused.

He smiled impishly. "Well, first, I asked Stephen. He's much more open-minded than Bill. And then Stephen 'worked his magic' on Bill. I didn't ask what magic that was."

Caroline squirmed at the thought of what sinful things Stephen had done to get Bill to agree to this.

"Anyway, they'll be back tomorrow evening to take us back to school. So we have all night, and all of tomorrow. Just us."

Despite what one may think, just because they lived in the boarding house together, the two of them rarely ever got a lot of alone time.

They had the occasional couple of hours here and there if they went somewhere, or one of their roommates was away, but not many solid stretches of time.

As a consequence, this would be the first time they would spend the night alone together in quite a number of months.

"Do you want a cup of tea?" Klaus asked her, ever the gentleman.

"Ooo, yes please," Caroline beamed.

As Klaus began to potter around the kitchen, Caroline took in his appearance appreciatively, admiring his sexy bum in those pants.

"How did you know to organise this? We've been fighting?" Caroline asked abruptly, her voice part guiltily, and part curiously.

"I organised it before," he said, sheepishly. "And I guess you never told them we were fighting, so I just kept the same plans in the hope we would make up."

Caroline smiled and him again, affection for him overloading and she launched herself towards him attacking his mouth with hers.

Klaus reacted quickly, his hands dropping the teabag he was holding, opting instead to clasp her waist and pull her towards him.

They shared ferocious kisses, pressed against the kitchen counter for another few minutes, until their desire for one and other became too much.

Caroline unglued her mouth from his, and gazed into his eyes.

"Do you want to take this somewhere more comfortable?" she asked, coyly.

"As the lady wishes," Klaus responded, taking her hand and pulling her to where he knew her room was.

Once in there, they stopped.

They'd done this plenty of times over the course of their relationship.

But, this time felt different.

Maybe it was because it was prom night, and the movies told them it was supposed to be more special.

Maybe it was because it would be the first time he could take his time devouring her body, without having to worry about intruding friends, or teachers catching them.

Maybe it was because as Klaus watched Caroline slowly, and delicately unzip her beautiful dress, and step gently out of it, to reveal a matching set of navy blue, impossibly sexy, lacy underwear, Klaus was hit with the realisation that this was it.

She was it.

No matter what the future held for him, Caroline would always be his last love.

She paced sensually towards him, completely disregarding the stunning mass of material in favour of a much greater prize.

She placed her lips against his so gently that Klaus was driven even wilder by the barely there contact.

His hands caressed the exposed skin of her body, and Caroline shuddered at the feeling of his rough hands stroking her soft skin.

The slow deliberate movements turned feverish as they began to give him to their desperate need to feel all of the other.

Caroline's hand fumbled clumsily with the buttons of Klaus shirt, her lust addled mind unable to muster the fine motor skills required to pop the small discs from their little holes.

As she battled with the shirt, Klaus detached his lips from hers to run them along the curve of her neck and jaw, licking and sucking every pressure point he could find.

Caroline moaned appreciatively at his ministrations, and triumphantly popped the final button of his shirt beginning to push it off his shoulders roughly.

There was a funny choking noise, and Caroline was pulled from her desire slightly.

"You trying to kill me, sweetheart?" Klaus ginned down at her.

Caroline could have died of embarrassment as she saw him. His arms were out of his shirt alright, but it was still hanging, connected to his neck my his navy blue bowtie.

"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry!" Caroline cried, untying the tie and quickly kissing all the way along his neck as an apology.

Klaus just laughed heartily, before the chuckles turned into groans as Caroline nipped lightly at his colour bone, her hand running all over his now exposed torso.

All bowtie awkwardness forgotten, Klaus walked her back towards the bed lowering her gently down onto it.

His hands slithered down her body, and around her back, popping the clasp of her bra deftly, allowing her glorious breasts to spring free.

He'd seen and held them many times, but the sight and feel of them never ceased to make him groan in pleasure, and make his cock strain uncomfortably against his pants.

He attached his mouth to one of the precious mounds, and used his fingers two strum the nipple of the other. He slid his other hand down to her pantie line tracing it teasingly until she groaned for more.

While still paying close attention to her breasts, Klaus danced his index finger over her already wet slit, before finding her wildly sensitive clit, and began massaging it.

Caroline, who until then had been attempting to rid Klaus of his pants, abandoned this venture in order to throw her head back and moan loudly.

Klaus released both her nipples at the noise, and focussed solely on pleasuring her with his skilled fingers. While one continued to circle her throbbing clit, he inserted one finger in to her heat and began pumping. When she began panting and calling for him to go faster, he added a second and furiously pumped his digits in and out of her, determined to make her come around his fingers.

She was crying out for more, when he began swirling more furiously around her clit with his finger, and all it took was for him to reattach his mouth to her swollen nipple for her to come, calling out his name.

He let her rest for maybe a second, before pulling his fingers out of her and raising them to his mouth to savour her sweet and tangy flavour.

"I'll have to properly sample that, I think," he said casually, as she lay panting on the bed in front of him.

"Later," she said firmly, before crashing his lips to hers, and kissing him frantically once more.

There was no more time for clumsiness, as her fingers went straight to the zip of his pants, and pulled it down faster, before yanking down his boxers and pants, leaving him to kick them off fully.

"I need you – all of you – now," she panted out, in between the kiss.

He pulled her panties off her adeptly, and she flipped them over in a show of dominance. She reached for a conveniently placed foil wrapper, and rolled the latex down over him before sinking herself down on his deliciously hard length.

Klaus had always considered himself an in control kind of guy but as Caroline lowered herself down onto him, he let out a heady groan, and began thrusting his hips up to meet her frenziedly.

He let it continue that way for a few moments, adoring the feel of her riding above him, her breasts bouncing magnificently, before flipping them back over.

Caroline cried out his name once more at the change of position, and Klaus began thrusting into her with all the love and force in his world.

As he watched her beautiful face contort with the wild pleasure he was giving her, Klaus felt a flood of unprecedented affection bloom in his chest, which rapidly fled south adding to the already ridiculous amount of pressure building within him.

Never, in a thousand years, did he ever think he would love someone the way he loved Caroline, and have her love him in return.

It terrified him beyond belief that he was only eighteen and had already found the love of his life. He couldn't even contemplate a time where he loved someone more than her.

As he continued to pound into her, he began to feel the quake of her orgasm approach, and then clamp down around him, as she called his name like a battle cry in the night, as if it was the only word that mattered in her existence.

Klaus thrust a few more times riding out her waves of pleasure, before the lust and intense emotions he was feeling overwhelmed him and he spilt inside of her, groaning her name like his life depended on it.

They both collapsed breathless and sweaty from their activities, but both completely at ease and relaxed because of them.

Much like when they had been dancing, they just stayed completely content in the other's arms for minutes on end, doing nothing but re-catching their breath and gazing lovingly into the other's eyes.

"I love you, Nik," Caroline said, her throat so closed over with emotion, she was nearly inaudible.

"And I love you, Caroline," he responded, placing his lips onto hers, to try and show her just how much he meant it. "More than you could possibly know."

"Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea," she said. "It can't be anymore than I love you."

The two of them smiled and kissed again, and again and again, until their kisses turned into touches and strokes, and their touches and strokes turned into more love making, until their love making turned into soft sleeps and pleasant dreams of what their lives would be like.

Together.

xxx

"In other news," Klaus said, smiling widely as he handed Caroline a cup of tea the next morning. "I love you, Caroline Forbes."

"I love you too, Niklaus Mikaelson. We gotta stick together, you and me."

"Always and forever."

xxx

"What is love, mom?"

Liz chuckled at her eight-year-old daughter. It was a question she'd often asked herself, but could never fully find an answer for.

"It's not something that's not easy to explain, sweetie. But when you find it, you'll know."

"When will I find it?"

"Probably when you least expect it, from someone who you least expect it from."

Caroline smiled, seemingly contended by her mother's answer.

"I love you, mom."

"I love you too, Carebear. We gotta stick together, you and me."

"Always."

Oh my gosh! Guys. GUYS. It's finished.

I'm kind of sad. ::(( BUT! Fear not. There will be a sequel story. I've pretty much decided on that. I'm not sure when I'll start publishing it yet, but it will happen, stay tuned to my Tumblr (theoriginalcheeesecake) for more on when I'll actually start posting it, and for sneak peaks.

I've got it mapped out, kind of, and I know pretty much how it will end. It does not have a name, and it needs one, so if anyone wants to help with that then :) :) I'll love you forever lol. And if anyone wants anything specific in it then let me know, and I'll work it in.

In other news, I hope you didn't mind the smut... it wasn't really smutty, but it was a little something something because there was a number of people who called for Klaroline epilogue smut ;)

ALSO, I hope you liked the ending. I'm terribly sorry that I dragged it out for so long! I spoiled you with fast updates at the start and then it was like one update a fortnight for the last, like, five chapters. So, I apologise for that.

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