Summary: Caroline is a field agent, and she has a bit of a crush on her boss Klaus (and suspects her feelings are reciprocated). After a mission goes wrong, Klaus isn't willing to lose any more time.

Contains: Light D/s. Sex at work. Some plot? Feelings.

Caroline was not a fan of paperwork. Well, really she wasn't a fan of office work, or anything that could be classified as even remotely boring.

It was a good thing that she was absurdly good at her job, or she would have been demoted a long time ago. Well, the idea had most likely been tossed around more than a few times, but her boss had probably stopped the conversation before it got too serious.

Either way, she stared at the pile of papers in front of her, her lips pressed together in a thin line as she twirled the ballpoint pen between her fingers.

"Everything all right, love?" Klaus said from the doorway, making her flinch.

He was the only one who could sneak up on her, and she hated it.

Caroline grimaced at his tone, recognizing that Klaus was definitely not happy with her procrastination on the admittedly important report about her latest assignment.

He always somehow managed to turn a question about her well-being into a clear warning that she should be getting on with whatever she was supposed to be doing by now, and it always made her shift in her seat, the promise of being pulled into his office and scolded for bad behavior oddly appealing.

Well, not oddly.

She knew what she liked, and Klaus had a way of immediately taking control in any situation that was as fascinating as it was arousing, and though she attempted to not be obvious about how much he affected her, she couldn't shake the feeling that he knew.

And that he enjoyed it.

It was the way that he practically undressed her with his eyes that first clued her in, shortly followed by the way he seemed to find excuses to invade her personal space, and the way her name rolled off of his tongue.

"I'm fine. Just tired," she said, looking up at him as she spoke.

"Well, I need those on my desk by five, love. You wouldn't want to make me have to stay late, would you?"

"No, Sir," she said, her tone bordering on sarcastic, and she couldn't help but notice a momentary flash of something like want in his eyes.

"Good," he said, giving her a fond look before turning and leaving her small, cluttered office.

She finished the papers as quickly as possible, typing up the brief and carefully stapling the paperwork together, arriving at his office half an hour before the deadline.

"Caroline," he said pleasantly when she knocked on the door.

"All done," she said, setting the papers down.

"Thank you, love. Care to tell me how it went?" he asked, pushing his chair back and setting his feet on his desk, pulling the small notebook that her name was scrawled on out of his desk and flipping it open to take shorthand notes.

Klaus wasn't the sort of boss that was popular with his team. He always told you if you were doing something wrong, and he never minced words, which meant that some of her co-workers took things he said a bit too personally. When he was disappointed, you couldn't help but be just the tiniest bit ashamed of yourself.

The flipside of this was that if he gave you praise, you earned it, and Caroline thrived on that.

She launched into an explanation of the mission, trying not to throw Stefan under the bus too much (but it totally was his fault that one of their marks nearly got away).

Klaus sat and watched her with a calculating gaze as she talked, occasionally jotting down notes, and he stopped her when she got to the part with Stefan.

"There's something you're not telling me," he said, and she shrugged.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"I do hope that you don't have as much difficulty lying on the field as you do in my office, Caroline," he said, his tone deadly calm.

"It's not a big deal."

"Tell me."

He didn't shout it or sound angry, or even look all that threatening, but there was a glitter of anger behind his eyes that made her shift in her seat, every piece of her instinctively wanting to give in.

"He kind of got distracted, and one of our marks almost got away."

"Kind of?" Klaus asked, his tone still dangerous.

"Okay, he did get really distracted. But I got her before she could go far."

He nodded once, scribbling something on the pad before flipping it closed and putting it back in his desk.

"Why did you lie to me?" he asked, his tone deceptively mild, and she couldn't help but focus on the way he re-crossed his legs on the polished wood of his desk, the way his eyes were drinking her in as she shifted uncomfortably.

"I didn't want to get Stefan in trouble," she said.

"As admirable of a goal as that is," he said, his facial expression clearly conveying how un-admirable he thought it was, "Whether Stefan is in trouble should be up to me, not you."

"Yes, Sir," she muttered, the title a kneejerk reaction to his tone, and a shadow of a smile flitted across his face.

"Don't lie to me again," he said quietly, and she nodded.

"Yes, Sir."

He swung his feet off his desk and stood up, walking to her under the pretense of opening the door, but instead his thumb pressed against the lock button, and he turned to face her, advancing on her until she felt the back of her thighs hit his desk.

He moved until he was pressed against her, his nose mere inches from hers, and her heartbeat picked up.

"Caroline, I'd assume you've gathered that I'm quite fond of you."

It wasn't a question, but she nodded anyway. "Yes."

He raised an eyebrow. Her heart skipped a beat in her chest.

"Yes, Sir."

"I've let you get away with too much because of it, I think," he said quietly, bringing his hand up to brush a thumb along her cheekbone. She leaned into his touch, keeping eye contact with him, and he smiled slightly. "That'll be changing if you don't start doing as you're told. Do you understand?"

She felt an ache begin to pulse between her thighs, arousal making her shift slightly as she held his gaze.

"Yes, Sir."

He smirked, bending to brush his nose along her cheek, his body lean and hard against hers. "Good," he said, his voice low, and she closed her eyes for just a moment, opening them again when she felt suddenly cold.

Klaus had backed away, and was giving her a smug smile. "You can leave early if you'd like, sweetheart."

Her mouth moved without sound for a moment before she shook herself. "Okay. See you tomorrow," she said, practically sprinting out of his office.

She knew how to wield over fifty different weapons, could speak four languages, and could kill a man with her bare hands, and yet Klaus's abrupt dismissal left her shaky and weak in the knees.

When she got home, she kicked off her heels by the door and stripped completely in her bedroom, her hand slipping between her legs as soon as her head hit the pillows, her mind coming up with all sorts of filthy scenarios until she came with his name on her lips just minutes later.

XXX

"Come to my office, Caroline," Klaus ordered as soon as she stepped into the hallway of their office floor. "You have a new assignment."

She nodded, adjusting her purse on her shoulder and following him to his office, arousal already building between her thighs at the tone of his voice, the way he moved.

She was slightly disappointed when Stefan was already there, and Klaus sat in his office chair, pulling out a folder and dropping it in front of her. "You're to go to these coordinates. It's a meet-up with our informant on the Lockwoods. Don't let them see your face or give them any clues to your identity. We're just looking for names and rendezvous points. It's not high-risk. You're leaving in two hours, and you should be back by tomorrow afternoon. Do you understand?"

"Yep," Caroline said, opening the file and flipping through it before passing it to Stefan. "Anything else?"

"That's it, love."

She nodded, and she and Stefan strapped on their gear and slid into the company car. That night, they met up with the informant from the Lockwoods, who rattled off a list of names and the details of a meeting that was supposed to be going down the next day. Caroline nodded, committing the information to memory, and they waited for the informant to leave. Once the area was clear, they started to walk back to the car, and a gunshot rang out.

Stefan grabbed Caroline and tugged her to the ground, both of them covering their heads, and then they got up and ran.

Caroline clumsily hit the red button on her watch that sent the distress signal, and she heard Stefan gasp behind her as he tripped and fell. They both swore, and she tried to help him up before another gunshot sounded. Stefan had pulled out his gun and was firing back, and Caroline moved to do the same before they heard a scream.

She and Stefan looked at each other, and she held up a finger to indicate that they should be quiet as they both moved away as quickly as possible.

Caroline texted Klaus a quick message to let him know that complications happened, and that they'd be back at the base as soon as they could get there. When they arrived, Klaus was waiting for them, and he walked to Stefan, giving him a cursory glance and telling him to take a shower in the locker room and come up to his office afterwards before looking at Caroline, his eyes moving across her body as though looking for any possible sign of injury.

"I'm fine," she said quietly, and he huffed, though he didn't argue.

"Shower and come to my office as soon as possible for debriefing," he ordered, and she nodded quickly, walking to the women's room.

When she came out half an hour later, towel drying her hair and dressed in her spare clothes (a tank top and tight jeans that she'd seen Klaus's gaze rake over more than once), she headed straight to Klaus's office to find both he and Stefan already there, deep in conversation.

The debriefing went quickly, Stefan having told Klaus most of the important information already, and Klaus nodded once Caroline had finished her report.

"Stefan, mate, do the paperwork. Caroline, I need you to stay behind for a moment."

Once Stefan had left, Klaus stood. "Get up," he said, his tone gentle but firm.

She scrambled to her feet, and he moved to run his hand down her arm, careful not to touch the bruises. "Are you sure you're all right?"

"Yes, Sir," she said, fighting down a smile, and when he looked at her, she felt heat crawl up her body at the intensity of his gaze.

He moved towards her, and she was surprised when he pulled her to him, his fingers tracing her spine almost possessively, his nose brushing her temple as he spoke his next words. "I want to see for myself, if you don't mind."

She flushed. "What do you mean?"

He moved back only enough to study her face before he gestured to her clothes. "Strip."

She peeled off her tank top, revealing the red marks on the pale skin of her waist. He reached to touch her and she didn't flinch as he lightly ran his fingers over her bruising skin. "I said strip, Caroline."

She undid the button on her jeans, sliding them down her legs, and her face was red as she unhooked her bra, shrugging it off. Her thighs were slick from her arousal, and she felt her cheeks burn as she toed off her boots and socks and slid out of her thong.

And then his lips were on hers, and she felt all the air leave her lungs.

His hands were everywhere, stroking her waist, her thighs, her hips...She moaned as his hand wandered between her legs, his fingers pressing against her entrance, and he smiled against her skin when he found how wet she was for him.

"Sit on the desk, sweetheart."

She obeyed, lifting herself to sit on the polished surface and watching him as he stripped off his clothing as well before he caught her lips in his again, his palms pressing against the insides of her thighs as he gently encouraged her to spread her legs.

He entered her in one thrust, and she buried her face in his neck, her arms looped around his shoulders as he moved. She moaned against his skin as his cock hit her g-spot, her entire body shaking with pleasure as he moved his hands under her thighs, pressing them back to get a deeper angle. She cried out when he began to fuck her hard and fast, his lips pressing against hers in deep, bruising kisses.

She felt her orgasm build inside of her, her body tensing as she approached the edge, and he seemed to notice as he sped up his movements, tugging her hair lightly as he ran his lips and tongue along her jaw.

"Come for me, Caroline. I want you to come around my cock."

She nodded, a small whine escaping her lips as she clenched around him, her fingernails digging into his shoulders. She rolled her hips against him, meeting each of his movements with one of her own, and soon she was shattering against him, his name on her lips as she mumbled it against his skin.

"Good girl," he whispered, stroking her hair, still fucking her as she came down from her high. "Good girl."

He came just moments later, and she relaxed against him, a thin sheen of sweat on her forehead as her body leaned against his, both of them sated.

"What was that?" she asked quietly, her eyes slightly glazed.

"You could have died. I didn't want to wait," he said simply, sliding on his underwear and jeans, though he didn't bother with a shirt, and she slid off his desk, grabbing it for support when her legs shook underneath her.

"I'm glad you didn't," she said, giving him a shy smile, and he gave her a smug smile back, waiting until she was dressed before pulling her back to him, pressing his lips to hers.

"I believe you have work to do," he said when he pulled back, and she shrugged.

"It's just paperwork."

"Paperwork that should be on my desk before I leave today," he said, his reminder not as gentle.

She just gave him a mischievous smile. "Yes, Sir."

He just rolled his eyes and waved her off, and she kissed him again before leaving, chancing a look back to see him with a small, slightly silly grin on his face.

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