A/N: The sequel to 'Maybe Tomorrow, Maybe Not' is finally here :D Though it may not seem like much of a continuation for now, the story will eventually play itself out as I write more to it :D PLEASE do leave reviews - that's what encourages any writer to continue :)

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For The Forbidden Fruit

Distraction.

That's all she really needed, she convinced herself as she paced up and down the length of her room, furiously ridding her nails of their carefully-applied midnight blue polish. Her mind was idle; the proverbial demon's workshop indeed, for the thoughts of a certain British sandy-haired devil clamoured her thoughts, slowly seducing her rationality away. She was so furious with him; she could literally tear his sexy body apart into a million pieces. After all, if not for his abomination of a sister, she wouldn't have to carry around the guilt of knowing that the compulsion placed upon her prevented her closest friends from being together. Rebekah Mikealson's hatred towards Elena was only spurred on by the fact that the girl seemed to know all the right things to say, to piss off an Original.

A restless spirit had possessed her tonight; thinking back, she realised that she had always been with weak men; men who either barely pleasured her, or were so rough and animalistic in their ways, she forgot her human side. Some men barely cared to understand her, and other merely enjoyed being seduced by a powerful and dominating woman, that they forgot to acknowledge the fact that she had needs, too. And big ones at that.

Caroline didn't know what to think or who to blame anymore. The more she tried to escape from all the madness that she seemed to perpetually be surrounded by, the tighter she found herself bound to Klaus' heartstrings. That though was powerful; Caroline had to mentally slap herself from personally delivering herself right into the embrace of the enemy.

'Mother!'

Her clear voice rang across the hallway, bouncing off the corners. She couldn't believe herself for actually calling out to a mother she had personally estranged herself from for over a year now.

Sheriff Forbes burst into the room within minutes, wide-eyed. Over the past year, her daughter hadn't even made eye-contact with her unless absolutely necessary and she actually felt honoured and extremely grateful that she was off her shift.

'Yes honey?'

'Can I ask you something, mom? And can you please try to not be judgemental about it? Don't act like the sheriff of the town – you do not even have to mother me; I just need a stable woman's perspective.'

Ouch. Her tone stung, but Liz Forbes maintained a cool exterior, not letting her emotions get in the way of her rare moment of 'bonding.'

'I'm flattered you consider me stable.' Her tone was light and pleasing. 'How can I help you, honey?'

And slowly, Caroline let her guard down.

'Have you ever been in a place where you know you're supposed to be with someone...but your heart propels you towards...somebody who is ...' her voice broke, and Liz's curiosity was piqued. Still, she only nodded, prompting Caroline to continue.

'Well, let's just say towards someone who might just be trouble for the others, but seems absolutely perfect for you, but your friends might just stake you if you so much so expressed your true feelings,' she finished in a crazy rush.

'Caroline, I...'

Her phone buzzed insistently, and the moment was broken. Caroline was torn between answering the anonymous caller and talking to her mother; she never thought that she'd be one to feel the pangs of a lost parent.

Flashing apologetic looks to her mother and feeling somewhat guilty, Caroline answered the phone, hoping it would be Stefan with a solution on undoing the compulsion placed on her.

'Hello there, love. Am I interrupting your time with your lovely mother?'

His voice was enough to send deliciously forbidden thrills down her back, and once again her perception of reality faltered – just a little.

'What do you want with me now, Klaus? Don't play these little games with me – if you can walk up to my front door, you might as well walk in. You have been invited, haven't you?'

'Ah, but wouldn't it be rather impolite of me, Caroline?'

'Like you cared for manners when you were busy ripping Stefan and Elena apart, or murdering Jemma, or oh, hauling around your family in coffins.' She spat the last word out like it was an acid, and Klaus instinctively recoiled.

Maybe this was a bad idea, his practicality suggested – but within a second, that thought was permanently put to rest.

'Come on now, love; I never did anything to hurt you, now did I? I apologize for Jemma, though – things were rather out of control that night, and it was foolish of me to believe what those meddlesome witches told me. But that was in the past, darling – will you join me for a walk now?'

Everything told her to say no. Everything but her heart. In the distance she heard Klaus clear his throat, somewhat nervously – and a dreadful thought crossed her mind. Soon, he would be dead. The thought of losing him when she didn't even have him to begin with actually frightened her, and she started.

'Where are you now?

'Look outside your window, love.' His throaty chuckle seemed to bounce off her heart, infusing warmth throughout her body.

The doorbell rang as if on cue and she strolled up to open it.

'Who is it?' called our Sheriff Forbes.

'Just Klaus, mom. I'm out for a walk, alright? I need some air.' Without waiting for a response, she grabbed his arm and marched right out into the chilly autumn evening.

All he could do was admire her, and these emotions, which were so uncharacteristic of him, actually made him a little insecure. She held so much against him and saw him in such disdain, he wondered if he would ever get into her good books.

And then he mentally shook himself. He wasn't Nicklaus Mikealson for nothing. He didn't view her as a conquest; he had long given up on such thoughts of acquisition by force – but as he gradually found himself drawn to her, he wanted to love her like the woman she was and in turn be loved for being a man, pure and simple.

'Caroline, don't stare at me in such stony silence. I only wish to spend more time with you and get to know all of you,' he started carefully, his gaze burning holes through her very soul.

In reciprocation, she led him further into the woods and encircled her hands around him, kissing him full on the mouth before the crazy adrenaline rush left her body. She was sure that he could hear her heartbeat thumping at the rate of a thousand beats per second, a fact he voiced the very second with pleasant surprise.

'Are you alright, darling?' Her sudden outburst of passion had caught him completely unawares, and he looked uncertain. Was this a test of sorts?

'Just kiss me, will you? Must you always analyse so much?' Her eyes reflected a curious mixture of lust, longing and utter loneliness.

He reciprocated by stroking her golden locks first and grabbed her waist, kissing her back and nibbling on her full lower lip. He caught her unawares by dipping her, enjoying her surprised squeals as he kissed her first on her lips, tracing a line down to her throat. His kisses seared through her skin, setting her entire being on fire. Straightening her, he locked her wrists behind her waist and kissed her shoulders and collarbone, enjoying as her delicate body shuddered at his touch.

Something told them that this wasn't the result of mindlessly heady lust. It was after centuries that he had actually wanted to maintain more than a purely physical relationship with a woman. And after a dozen failed relationships where she was forever expected to be the dominating pleasure-giving one, it felt nice to have the needs of her mind as well as body understood so well by a man who knew her for such a short while. Ironic was the fact that he was the man she had murderously despised since she had heard of his name. Suddenly, she wished he wasn't a hybrid with a bloody past and didn't have to be killed. Her thoughts were silenced, however, as he sneaked up on her again, his musky scent teasing her senses.

She inhaled sharply as he spun her around, holding on to her from the back while kissing and sucking gently down her back. He teased and taunted her, not letting her touch him while he explored her back up and down, kissing eagerly while she moaned in his arms. Spinning her round again, he admired her, eyes burning.

'I...I don't want to do this the wrong way, Caroline,' she heard his husky voice. 'I don't want to just use you here, like this. You deserve so much better.' And as she nodded her consent, they moved with supernatural speed towards the Forbes' house and sneaked into her bedroom, giggling softly all the way.

'So,' he began, smirking ear-to-ear as his smouldering eyes met hers. She gave him no room to speak further; moving towards him, she kissed him repeatedly while her fingers deftly undid the buttons on his shirt and rained kisses from his throat down his chest. She nipped at his chest playfully while taking his shirt off, causing him to hold her tighter.

Oh, how he tested her patience. He took his own sweet time with her, slowly taking her jacket off and pausing to kiss each of her fingers. She felt like a woman; she felt like she was truly being loved, ravished. He took her shirt off with maddening patience, kissing and licking and suckling up her spine as he did so. Heady with ecstasy, she grabbed his hair tighter, kissing him once and gently licking the tip of his tongue. While their tongues met, her fingers furiously undid the buttons on his trousers and they, too, were now off. He fingered her waistline, making no effort to take her jeans off her. His hands massaged her shapely legs and he bent down, kissing one ankle.

Caroline was in heaven. This wasn't merely sex; it was true love-making, and the extent of her emotions was driving her to all-new levels. His fingers were at her zipper and suddenly her jeans were off her. As they stood before each other, she in her lingerie and he in nothing but his boxers, revelation dawned upon her. What they had between them was something genuine; and she couldn't live with the fact that she knew of his impending execution.

Paranoia coursed through her veins as she geared herself up for a confession. Sensing the sudden tensing of her body, Klaus dropped his hands to his side and looked at her with concern.

'Am I making you uncomfortable love?' he asked, and her heart nearly broke. She had no idea where these emotions were coming from, but she knew that she could never live with the knowledge of having led him on.

Pulling his hand, she guided him onto her bed and sat down right next to him, her eyes forlorn.

'I have something to tell you,' she began apprehensively. 'And you might just not be very pleased with it.'

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