Hey all! So, here is my new Klaroline fic - hopefully you guys like it! It's an AU/AH set in Hawaii!

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xoxo, Kady

"Stefan…Stefan turn off the fucking alarm clock," Caroline groaned, rolling over in her bed. The buzzing of the clock on the other end of her bed was making her already pounding head throb more.

She heard a laugh and then the buzzing stopped and Caroline sighed, settling more into her pillow. "Thanks," she mumbled, curling her legs up against her stomach. She felt her blankets being yanked away from her body and groaned again, turning over onto her back and opening her eyes.

"Wake up, sleepyhead," came Stefan's voice. He was standing next to her bed, a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair damp from his shower. He held out a mug and Caroline could smell the coffee.

She rolled her eyes and sat up in bed a little, taking the cup from him and inhaling deeply. "God bless you, Salvatore," she said before taking a small sip. She blew on the drink before she took another sip and looked over at him. "Glad to see that you helped yourself to my shower."

"I figured it was the least you could offer me after last night's little festivities."

Caroline looked over at her couch and saw it draped in a sheet with a blanket and pillow, Stefan's shoes next to it. "I don't remember much about last night," she said, looking away from him.

"I am happy to refresh your memory, friend," Stefan said, sitting on her bed. He reached over and took the cup from her hands, taking a long drink before handing it back to her. Caroline looked at how much coffee was now left in the cup and frowned. "I was on a date with that girl from the other side of the island when I get a phone call from my dear old best friend. 'Stefan, I'm too drunk to get home. Please come rescue me before all of these island boys hump me to death'. Yeah, so, let's just say, I doubt I'll be getting a second date with Kalea anytime soon."

Caroline frowned and looked down at her hands. "She wasn't that pretty anyway," she mumbled, playing with the fringe on her blanket. "I'm sorry, Stefan. But, you know how I get when I'm drunk."

"I know," he agreed. He stood up, and walked back into the bathroom, closing the door.

Caroline looked at the clock and sighed. It was nine in the morning on Sunday. Why the hell was her alarm on? "Stef?" she called.

Stefan opened the door, dressed in his work uniform, and tossed a towel at her. "Yes?"

"Why is my alarm set? If you have to go work, why did you set my alarm?"

"Oh, I didn't tell you? I offered you up for a shift today." He smiled when he saw her face go pale.

"You what? Stefan! I'm hung over. It's my day off. I don't want to go into work today."

"Sorry. Vicki text me last night and asked if you would cover for her, and I said you'd love to."

Caroline picked up a pillow and threw it at him, missing. "I really, really hate you."

"No you don't, you love me. Now hurry up. I'll drive us both in."

Caroline slipped her sunglasses on and groaned, sipping from her travel mug of coffee as Stefan traveled down the road. Caroline looked out of the window and sighed. The sun was already high in the sky and reflecting off of the water beautifully.

It was mornings like this, minus the semi-pounding head and hung-over feeling, that Caroline was happy she had moved to Hawaii all those years ago. Yes, maybe her mother was still very bitter about it but it had been five years since Caroline and Stefan had left Mystic Falls and Caroline was tired of feeling sorry for it.

"You like living here, right?" Caroline suddenly asked, turning her head towards Stefan a little too quickly, causing the throbbing to escalate in her temples.

"Of course I do. Why?"

Caroline shrugged. "Because it wasn't your idea to stay."

After Caroline and Stefan had graduated high school, they'd taken a trip to Maui with their other friend Bonnie, only Caroline decided that she was going to stay. As in, stay with whatever she had with her in her suitcase and just hope for the best. Bonnie and Stefan had looked at her like she was an idiot and like she was joking. It'd actually taken her the whole day to convince them that she was serious and that she wasn't going back to Virginia with them.

At the last minute Stefan had decided to stay, too, because he knew there was no way he could leave Caroline by herself. They'd all been best friends since they were young and Stefan had always been the brother Caroline always wanted. Bonnie might have seriously entertained the idea of staying with them if her she knew her Grams wouldn't kick her ass for doing it, and if she hadn't of gotten into her first choice college.

Caroline sighed again, thinking about the good times they all shared in the small town, and how different her life was now.

Stefan pulled into the employee lot of the Grand Monolua Resort and Spa and waved at the security guard as he found a spot.

"I can't believe I'm fucking here on a Sunday. I requested Sundays off for a reason," Caroline mumbled, chugging the rest of her coffee and pulling down the visor to check her makeup.

"Just get over it," Stefan said, laughing softly and getting out of the car. He waited for Caroline to do the same and watched as she put on her best fake smile. "There's my girl."

"Hey, I didn't work my way up to Head Concierge by being the real me," she said, walking into the back entrance with him. She waved at all the other employees and grabbed a piece of pineapple from a tray in the lobby, moaning at the freshness. "I've lived here for five years and I still can't get over that."

Stefan kissed the top of her head and walked off towards the restaurant, while Caroline walked to the front desk area.

"Hi," she said, waving at her co-workers.

"What are you doing here?" Mahlia, one of the front desk girls, asked her. "I thought this was like, your permanent day off?"

"It was," Caroline said, walking over to the concierge desk. "Blame Stefan."

"He's so hot. I'd like to blame him for a few other things if you know what I mean."

"Ew, gross. He's like my brother."

"I heard he went on a date last night. How did it go?" Mahlia asked, trying to fake like she was just generally asking but Caroline knew she had a huge crush on Stefan.

"I called him for something and he bailed on her so I don't think it went that well," Caroline said, opening up the top drawer of her desk and thanking Jesus that there was an Advil bottle there.

"Do you think maybe –"

"No," Caroline said, interrupting Mahlia. "I'm sorry. I just, I don't like setting people up with him. Just go talk to himself yourself. It's not like he's some scary guy. Look at his dumb hair." Caroline opened the pill bottle and took two of the Advil, smiling.

"Maybe I will," Mahlia agreed, walking back over to the reception desk and leaving Caroline with some much needed peace and quiet.

"See, today wasn't so bad," Stefan said. He was sitting on the concierge desk waiting for Caroline to pack up her purse.

"I still hate you for making me come in today."

"I know. But think of it this way. I just got you more money for your shoe fund."

Caroline looked up at him and smiled. "That is very true. And I do need new shoes."

"You got those stupid Mango Blanks last week."

"Manolo Blahniks, Stef. God, you're so useless sometimes," she said, standing up from her desk. "Oh no," she groaned and watched as Stefan turned to see who was walking towards them.

"Well, I heard the rumors that her highness was in today, but I just had to see it for myself."

"Hi Elena, make any children cry today?" Caroline retorted, giving the brunette girl a fake smile and then rolling her eyes.

"Actually yes, and it was quite satisfying thank you," Elena replied, her gaze turning to Stefan. "Hey, Stefan."

Stefan smiled politely and waved at Elena, getting up from the desk.

Caroline knew that Stefan was only so lukewarm to Elena for her benefit. Ever since Caroline had started at the hotel Elena had been awful to her. She'd give her wrong directions on purpose, and tell her hotel policies that weren't right. Caroline had tried to be nice despite all of that, but apparently it had all been a wasted effort. Now she just knew how to deal with Elena.

"I told you, you should come to the spa one day. I'll let you have a bunch of free treatments," Elena said, touching Stefan's arm and winking at him.

Caroline wanted to throw up. Elena's desperation of her best friend was so lame and such a waste of time. Stefan would never go out with someone like her. Caroline had heard her backstory – local girl, rich parents who owned a sugarcane plot, semi-pro surfer younger brother. Basically she was just an entitled snob who happened to run the spa there and Caroline was praying for the day when a rich business man came and swept Elena off of her feet and out of the hotel for good.

"Um, thanks, Elena, but I think I'm okay. You ready?" Stefan asked Caroline.

Caroline nodded and pushed past Elena, heading for the back exit.

"You guys coming tonight?" Elena called after them.

"Coming where?" Caroline asked, not looking over her shoulder or stopping her walk. It was probably another lame house party at Elena's condo and Caroline just wanted to go home and sleep.

"To the celebration for us being bought."

That made Caroline stop walking. Stefan bumped into her and groaned, getting whipped in the face by her hair as she spun around. "What do you mean for us being bought?"

Elena smirked and walked over to them, her heels clicking on the marble floor. "Oh, you didn't know? I thought Jenna told you?"

Jenna was one of the managers of the hotel, and a good friend of Caroline's. She'd been on the island since she was young girl, the daughter of a fisherman. She was sweet and a little older than a lot of the employees but a blast to hang out with.

"No, she didn't tell me that we needed to be bought in the first place. Who bought us?"

Elena shrugged and moved close to Stefan. "I don't know. I heard it's some entrepreneur type guy with some fancy name. He's supposed to be coming to the island this week to meet everyone and talk about the renovations."

"Renovations?" Caroline practically screamed. She loved the way the Grand Monolua was. Sure, she wasn't a local and had only been on the island of Maui for five years, but she'd come to appreciate the culture and the history and she did not want some snooty, hot shot coming in and wrecking it all. That's what the Four Seasons was for, overpriced trashy crap.

Elena shrugged again. "I don't know everything. Just heard about it this morning. Ask Jenna, she'll be there tonight."

Caroline scowled and grabbed Stefan's hand, pulling him away from Elena's greasy clutches. "Oh, we'll be there."

"Great!" Elena beamed, though her answer was directed at Stefan.

Caroline marched through the back way, pulling Stefan along with her, hating Elena so much for catching her off guard and smirking at the satisfaction.

"How could you not tell me, Jenna?" Caroline asked, sipping from her vodka-Redbull as she looked at her boss and friend.

Jenna sighed. "I was going to but then I knew I'd get this reaction and I'm already sad enough about it."

Caroline sighed. Jenna had explained that the owners of the resort had been looking to retire for some time and finally a good offer was made for the hotel. "Have you at least talked to the guy? Is he a douche bag?"

Jenna shrugged and smiled at a few people as they walked by their table. They were in one of the local dive bars, The Golden Tiki, and the place was filling up fast, even for a Sunday night. "He seemed nice enough on the phone I guess."

"Well, what's his name? I wanna Google him and check him out."

Jenna opened her mouth to answer but was interrupted when a blonde girl flung her arms around Jenna and then Caroline.

"Hi girls! I just heard the news, how fabulous!"

Caroline hugged the girl back and smiled, although it wasn't a genuine one. "Yes, super exciting."

The girl frowned and looked at Jenna. "What's her problem?"

"She's mad I didn't tell her and she had to hear it from Elena."

"I hate that wench," the blonde girl said, scanning the crowd. "Is she here? Maybe I can tug on her hair and prove to you guys that she's wearing a wig."

"No, Rebekah!" Caroline and Jenna said together.

"Yeah, don't," Caroline said. "You may be richer than she is but trust me, her parents are kind of scary." Rebekah was some rich heiress who had come to the hotel a few months ago and just never left. She continued to pay for a room, and didn't care how much it was costing. Apparently it was her father's money and she could care less.

"Well, she'd better just shut her mouth tonight or I'll be knocking out her teeth."

Caroline giggled and Jenna rolled her eyes. While Jenna didn't like Elena either, she had to try and keep the peace being a manager. "You guys want some more drinks?"

"I'll get them," Caroline offered, walking off to the bar before anyone could protest. She smiled at the bartender, she went to yoga with her, and ordered another round for her, Jenna, and Rebekah. Someone bumped her into the bar and Caroline slammed her hands down, turning around to face whomever it was. "Seriously?"

"My apologies, love," came a silky smooth voice. Caroline looked up and saw one of the most gorgeous men she'd ever seen smirking at her. "Are you alright?"

It took Caroline a moment to process that he'd actually asked her a question and she shook her head to clear her thoughts, smiling. "What? Oh, yeah, I'm fine, thanks." She turned back around, her cheeks burning red from the embarrassment of being so mean to someone so good looking.

"Let me buy you a drink, make up for it?" came the voice again.

Caroline turned around and tucked her hair behind her ear. "Oh no, that's okay. You don't have to."

"I insist, please," he said, signaling to the bartender for two shots of tequila. He tossed a fifty on the bar. "This is for the drinks she already ordered and then you can keep the change," he said, sitting on a stool and motioning for Caroline to join him on the other.

"Wow, you didn't have to do that," she said, sitting down and looking at him. "But thank you."

"It's my pleasure. I'm Nik."

"Caroline," she said, shaking his hand. She knew he obviously wasn't from around here with that accent. "Business or pleasure?"

"That all depends."

"On what?"

"On how well I do making it up to you tonight for bumping into you."

Caroline felt her cheeks burn again and she laughed softly. "Do you usually get a lot of girls with that line?"

Nik shrugged and laughed with her. "That's the first time I tried it, so again, I'll have to get back to you on that one." He raised his shot glass to her and they clinked them together, shooting back the fiery liquid.

"Well thank you," Caroline said, getting up from the bar. "But I should get back to my friends."

Nik nodded and ordered a beer, smiling at her. "I hope you'll come back."

"Maybe," Caroline said, grabbing the glasses and walking back towards Jenna and Rebekah. Rebekah had already left the bar with some guy, but Jenna accepted the drink with a smile.

Caroline did end up going back to Nik. She went back and had shot after shot with him. And then a few beers. And then he was helping her find a cab outside. But then he hopped into the cab with her. And he draped his arm over the backseat. And then his lips were by her ear, along her jaw, and then on hers.

Caroline moaned against his mouth and cupped his face, drawing him in closer. His lips tasted hot and like the beer he'd just finished off before they left but also kind of sweet, and she felt his tongue dip inside of her mouth and she moaned louder, trying to ignore the cab driver laughing at them.

"Where's your place?" Nik asked, his eyes dark and hot as they gazed into hers. During their little drinking session Caroline had explained that she was a local but didn't tell him much else. She didn't like divulging her work information because the one time she had the guy had shown up at the hotel mad that she'd never called him again.

Caroline grinned and pecked his lips again. "Close."

The cab pulled up outside of Caroline's building and she got out, tossing a twenty to the driver as she watched Nik reach for his wallet. "Come on," she said, pulling him out behind her.

Caroline was surprised they even made it to her bedroom. As she'd fumbled with her keys, Nik stood behind her, his hands all over her body, his lips hot on her neck. She knew that if she had dropped them she would have just let him have her right there against the door.

But they'd made it to the bedroom and Caroline's dress was off and on the floor, her bra next as she watched Nik get rid of his clothes, too. He had an amazing, lean body, but it wasn't as tan as she was used to seeing. He was definitely not from around here.

Nik pulled Caroline against him, liking the feel of her bare breasts against his chest, his hands moving down to squeeze her ass over her lace underwear.

Caroline walked backwards towards the bed and fell onto it, pulling Nik with her. She moaned as his lips worked their way down her body, caressing her skin and sucking on it in all the right places. "Nik," she moaned, her fingers moving to his hair as he moved down to the apex of her thighs.

Nik had wanted to take his time with her, but he was so anxious to just feel her and be inside of her that he knew he couldn't. He pulled her underwear down and spread her legs, anyway, letting his mouth devour her sweet flesh as she pulled on his hair tighter.

When he knew he couldn't stand it anymore he moved to get his own briefs off and kissed his way back up to her mouth.

"Wait, I have something," Caroline said, her mind racing from being so built up from his touches and from being slightly drunk. She reached into the drawer by her bedside table and pulled out a condom, ripping it open with her teeth.

Once he was covered he pushed inside of her, both of them crying out at such a satisfying feeling. He tried to go slow, tried to savor the way she gripped him and how warm she was, but after a while his thrusts became urgent and fast, his mouth moving to her ear.

Caroline smiled as she listened to all of the delicious dirty things he was saying to her as he took her body higher and higher. She finally felt herself break and fall over, her body shaking against his. "Yes," she moaned again as she buried his face in her neck and came himself, his mouth sucking on her skin as he shook with her.

"That was amazing," he said, moving to peck her lips. He rolled around and disposed of the condom, pulling her against him and closing his eyes.

Caroline felt so good. It had been a long time since someone had made her feel this good in bed and she smiled to herself as she drifted off into sleep, kissing his chest lightly.

Caroline opened her eyes slowly and looked at the clock. It was early, but she was lucky she still had time to get ready for work. She'd forgotten to set the alarm last night but she wasn't too upset about it considering what had distracted her from doing so. She looked over at Nik who lay sleeping and smiled. She studied his face and was happy she still liked the way it looked, considering how many shots she had taken.

She liked the scruff that lined his jaw, his full lips. It was different for her. She usually went for the more clean-shaven pretty boys. She bit her bottom lip and rolled over, grabbing her phone, which was underneath her dress on the floor. There was a text from Stefan asking if she was okay and a missed call and voicemail from Jenna. She hit the button for her voicemail and yawned.

"Hey Care, it's me. Sorry about not telling you about the stuff, I just…don't be mad. You're scary when you're mad."

Caroline smiled. Jenna should learn not to leave her employees drunken voicemails in the middle of the night.

"Anyway, I wanted to tell you something but you left me for that guy at the bar you little slut. I hope he was worth it."

Caroline looked over her shoulder at the sleeping Nik and nodded her head. Oh yeah, he had been worth it.

"The new owner guy will be at the hotel tomorrow, or today, I don't even know what time it is. So, be on your best behavior and show me why I fought to have you promoted. His name is something crazy, like Niklaus Mikaelson. Oh God did I say that right? Wow go me! Anyway, he goes by Nik if that's easier for you to remember. Just, be good, okay, and make sure everyone is on point. I'll see you at work. Bye whore."

Caroline froze as she heard what Jenna had said.

He goes by Nik if that's easier for you to remember.

Caroline turned around and looked at Nik as he rolled around toward her and closed her eyes, shaking her head.

"Fuck me," she whispered, her hand covering her mouth as she watched his eyes slowly open.