This is dedicated for candicemorgan on tumblr for her generous donation to the Klaroline magazine. The prompt was: "I may or may not have robbed a bank just now and please help me get away I'll repay you in sexual favors and also cash." AU/AH, nsfw-ish. Enjoy!


If someone had told Klaus that he will someday meet the love of his life he would have laughed in their face. If that someone would have said that the first time he lays eyes on her she would pointing a gun at him, he would have laughed even harder. And would have been severely concerned for that person's sanity. Unless that someone was Kol. Everyone knows Kol is crazy. But no matter how much Klaus would have laughed and mocked and denied, it still would not have made it any less true. He did meet the love of his life. The fiery blonde with the clearest blue eyes and the sharpest tongue. And she was, indeed, pointing a gun at him.

It was a cool autumn afternoon when it happened. Klaus distinctly remembers the fallen leaves and the chilly air seeping through his clothes. He was muttering obscenities at his boss, having stormed out of the company upon a full-blown fight with him. Listen, it was not his fault that his boss was the biggest jerk on the planet. What else should one expect when the boss is none other than Mikael? Nor was it Klaus' mistake that said asshole had no taste whatsoever in art. They are supposed to find and restore pieces of art and antiques. This was his job. His passion. So of course Mikael would mock it. Albeit it is him who owns the company. And it is him who was responsible for establishing it. Not that that would stop him from belittling his own work if it would somehow stomp all over Klaus. And after that days' fight, Klaus decided he's had enough. He blew up in Mikael's face, quit and stormed out of the building. The soft sun rays assaulted his vision as he stepped onto the curb, enhancing his frustration. Of course, Mikael would never let him be. And, of course, Elijah would make sure to pay him a visit tonight to remind him of all the reasons why he shouldn't quit. But no, he won't cave. Not this time. He's had enough.

He was having this inner monologue as he climbed into his car. Angry and righteous, Klaus barely had any sense of his surroundings. That was, of course, until the passenger door opened, bringing in the flowery scent of a beautiful blonde. Klaus startled when said blonde flopped onto the passenger seat, rattling off an address. Her demands were sharp, hurried, and she didn't even bother to spare him a glance as she rummaged through her rather large purse. No, not purse. Bag. A really big one. Was that mo—

"Are you gonna drive or what?" she finally faced him. His first thought was complete, utter awe at the existence of such a creature. Her blonde hair was messy, surrounding her at odd angles, the exertion of whatever she was doing taking its toll on the curls she had clearly taken care to arrange. Her pale complexion had turned pink in her excitement. And her eyes were sending electric shocks down his spine at the fire in them.

"Sorry, sweetheart. Not a taxi." Klaus couldn't help the lopsided smirk he shot her. One that dropped as soon as she took her hand out of her bag. And she was pointing a gun at him.

"You have two choices. Either I shoot you and take your car. Or you can start this car right now and take me wherever the hell I want. If you do so, I will repay you by using my tongue in a way that proved very effective with my past boyfriends."

By the time her speech was over, Klaus was sure that his eyes were comically wide and his mouth was idiotically hanging opened. His brain muddled. Was he afraid or was he aroused? Perhaps both? A tingling sensation set his body buzzing, humming, wanting this stunning criminal to wrap herself around him, to surround him with her alluring danger. Whatever instinctive aversion he might have towards her was immediately trampled down by the way his mouth ran dry and longed to press crushingly against hers.

A moment later he realized she was ready to shoot him. Her gun was being pointed towards his leg, nothing fatal, but certainly immobilizing. This time around, his instinct won over and he was pressing on the gas paddle, speeding down the street.

"What was the address again?" he was surprised and disappointed by how hoarse his voice sounded.

She opted to giving him directions this time. As he drove, he was most unnerved by her unwavering stare. She barely glanced at the road ahead of them, her gaze burning a hole into his face instead. Was she sizing him up? Was she deciding when to kill him? Or whether she can trust him? Would she kill him? He didn't know. Neither her hard gaze nor her pointed gun let up their scrutiny. And the heat of the former was finding its way into his body, traveling up his chest and spreading into his face.

"Did you just— did you just blush?" her tone was a mixture of disbelief and amusement. He could hear a giggle dying on her lips as she suppressed it. His eyes, however, stubbornly fixated themselves on the road, no matter how tempting the idea of seeing her smiling face was. His embarrassment at being caught making him slink into his seat uncomfortably.

"No, I'm not." He denied, wavering.

This time she actually giggled. And he couldn't help but turn to look at her. And he couldn't bring himself to regret doing so even though he could feel his blush deepening. She was a vision, his captor. Her face alight with amusement and her hand gripping what could possibly kill him. The way she was looking at him told him exactly what she was thinking: that he was cute. Which annoyed him beyond belief. Klaus was not cute. And he was even more annoyed at how little it bothered him that she thought he was cute.

"You're so blushing!" she laughed.

He forced himself to stare back at the road, but could not force himself to swallow his smile.

"Pardon me, love, but being under the scrutiny of a beautiful woman tends to have that effect."

From the corner of his eyes he could see her rolling hers, "Flattery won't get you anywhere. Besides, I already told you I'm repaying you."

"Right." He chuckles to hide his nervousness. She could not possibly be serious.

"We're there. Get into the parking lot." She orders, her tone light still.

The "there" was a tall building that Klaus suspected to be a hotel. She properly zipped up her bag which was, yes, full of money—stolen, most likely, and put away her gun, exchanging it for large sunglasses. He almost wanted to laugh at how cliché the trick seemed. Remembering her willingness to shoot him earlier, however, he kept his mouth shut. When she was ready to leave, she climbed out of his car and, for a second, Klaus thought that she might just leave him be. Walk away, never turn back. And he didn't want to understand why he couldn't swallow the disappointment swelling up in his throat. But then halfway through closing the door she turned to him with a raised eyebrow,

"Well, aren't you coming?"

"I…" he stuttered.

"Come on. You're coming with me." Now she was looking at him as if he'd grown another head.

Wordlessly, he climbed out. If asked what compelled him to follow her order right then, he would not be able to answer. Actually, he knew very well why, just pretended he didn't. Because trying to understand why he was attracted to her, why he wanted her to intoxicate him, would prove far too difficult, far too exhausting for him to risk such line of thinking.

He followed her as she entered the hotel. She did not bother head towards the reception desk, where an attractive brunette shot her a catlike grin. Instead, she headed straight to the elevator, removing her sunglasses once they were inside it and alone. Rather than pushing a button, she extracted a card and slid it into the slim slot above the buttons, then pushed in some kind of a code. All this while, she did not even glance at him. His presence almost taken for granted. Until the elevator shot up, jolting him from his frenzy.

"Why are you so quiet?" she asked, squinting her eyes at him suspiciously.

"What do you mean?" he frowned.

"I mean, have you ever had a gun pointed at you and been taken as some kind of hostage before?" she rolled her eyes, as if this question clarified the one before.

"I'm a hostage?" his eyebrows shot up.

"I'm the one asking questions now." She folded her arms over her chest.

He put his hand up in mock surrender, a smirk splitting his face, "Sorry, love."

"What's up with the nicknames?" She huffed.

"I'm British, sweetheart."

"I have a gun and I'm not afraid to use it." She shot him a glare.

"Noted." He grinned.

"That's exactly what I'm talking about. You don't look like you're scared of the fact that I'm dragging you along with my gun pointed at you. And you don't seem particularly reluctant to follow me. So, have you been through this sort of thing before?"

Before he could answer, the elevator door opened, inviting them into a penthouse.

"Or maybe you're a cop." She said nonchalantly as she stepped out of the elevator into the penthouse.

To that, Klaus chuckled, shaking his head lightly as he, too, stepped out of the elevator, falling a few strides behind as she headed towards a coffee table and dropped her bag onto it, "The company of a beautiful woman does not terrify me, sw—" He swallowed the nickname at her warning glare.

"So you think I won't follow through with my threats?" with raised eyebrows and arms folded over her chest, it was hard to believe that she did not mean any of her threats or that she could not be utterly terrifying.

"Oh, no, love, you misunderstood me." He grinned. He was actually grinning at his captor. "I am perfectly certain that you can follow through with every menacing theat. It's that rather than dreading it, I simply look forward to it."

It was her turn to grin now. The curve of her mouth sly. When looking at such an angelic face, it was hard for Klaus to imagine it capable of enacting an entire saga of seduction by simply curving into a smile. With the way her eyes sparked he saw himself intoxicated with her kisses, desperate for her touch. He saw himself lured into a trap with such feather-like caresses and tantalizing licks of her tongue along his neck. He saw himself begging her, writhing against her. He saw her skin flushed and her eyes blown wide as her generous breasts swayed with her movements. He saw her twisting and shaking underneath him, crying out his name. And as she slowly advanced towards him, he saw the impeccable control he's always had in such instances slip and shatter. She invaded his personal space, her flowery scent engulfing him, dizzying him. Her face was mere inches away from his, that when his tongue darted out to wet his suddenly dry lips he could almost get a taste of her mouth on its tip. Her hand snuck beneath the jacket of his suit, lazily trailing up his side as she followed every twitch on his face and let her stare linger on his lips. Without warning she bridged the gap between them and kissed him. His entire body jolted, as if an electric shock has just coursed through it. And just as he was growing accustomed, growing addicted to the sensation, she pulled away. The brush of her lips leaving him hungry and wanting. But when he advanced she retreated, her grin becoming downright villainous at his frustration.

"My name is Caroline." She breathed, her eyes trailing down to his lips and back up to his electrifying blue eyes.

"Caroline." He could not bring himself to be embarrassed over how hoarse his voice was, the way her name tasted on his tongue torturing him. "Why are you telling me your name?"

"Well, Niklaus," she whispered his name as if it was the most sinful fruit she's ever tasted on her tongue that it made it hard to focus on the voice at the back of his head telling him he never gave her his name. "I'm giving you my name because I still owe you a favor for helping me escape. And I would accept nothing but my name dripping from your tongue as I make good on my promise."

When she kissed him again, the whole world faded to black and he knew nothing but the feel of her body and the pleasure coursing through his.


They were both panting, staring up at the ceiling unseeingly as they lay side-by-side on the king-sized bed.

"I don't think I did enough to deserve this, love." He said, chuckling, as he turned to her to find her grinning.

She slithered towards him, closing the gap between their bodies once more, "Well, it wasn't all for you."

Klaus laughed as she planted a kiss to his jaw, trailing down to litter small, teasing ones along his neck. His arm snuck around her waist, pulling her closer to him so that she was half-draped over him, her luscious breasts pressing temptingly against his side.

"It's hard to believe that when I'm still reeling over the mastery of your seduction, Caroline."

She chuckled against his skin, pulling away to kiss his lips once more, "Then maybe you should do something for me." She muttered as she pulled away.

Startling her, he flipped them in one quick movement, pinning her wrists to the pillow, rendering her immobile. She was utterly beautiful with her hair wildly spread out over the pillow, her eyes anticipating, and her body ready and willing for his touch.

"It seems that you have quite enjoyed my tongue." He couldn't help the smug grin from plastering across his face. His hand trailed from her wrist down her arm to cup her soft breast. He gently caressed it, toying and teasing the nipple until it was hard and aching.

"What can I say," her breath caught in her throat as he pinched her hardened nipple, "you have a very talented tongue, Niklaus."

This time around, he froze. His eyebrows shot up to his hairline as he stared down at her curiously,

"I never gave you my name." He simply stated.

She neither stuttered nor was she shy as she smiled, satisfaction clear in her eyes, "Doesn't mean I don't know it."

He removed his hand from her breast, ignoring her huff of annoyance at the disturbed attention. "And how exactly do you know it?" His tone was teasing, playful. No hints of worries or alarms marring it.

"Oh, Niklaus, did you really think that I go around asking people to help me get-away and repaying them with sex?" She seemed appalled at such an assumption, pouting.

"Considering that this was exactly what you've done with me, I would say that's a fair assumption, yes." His expression was mockingly serious.

"It isn't." her free hand found its way to his chest, invoking shivers from him as she gently traced patterns across his skin. "You're more like the exception to the rule."

"Really?" he let go of her other wrist to pay attention to the breast he'd neglected earlier, "how so?"

"Usually," she started, attempting to stay focused on her words rather than his distracting touches, "I have a run-away car waiting for me. And should anything go wrong, I simply shoot the driver and take their place. Not kill. Just shoot." She added the last sentence with a pointed look. "But, you see, this time around, I was undercover for some time prior to the operation. I wanted to get to know the area, all its ins and outs before robbing the bank, which, yes, that's what I was running away from. So I disguised myself as a delivery girl. I have been delivering things to your company for the past couple of months. You never paid attention to me. But I saw you. I asked about you. And I wanted you. Today I saw an opportunity, and I took it."

With that, her hand slipped to grasp his now-throbbing erection. He swallowed visibly, his smugness distorted with the way she was touching him.

"Well, then," he said, grinning even as his breath faltered when she ran her thumb over the tip of him, "you should know that I prefer Klaus."

Without further delay, his mouth fused with hers, pressing every inch of her body against every inch of his. Her skin deliciously rubbing up against him as he bruised her mouth with crushing kisses that left them both breathless.

Their ecstasy was short-lived, however, when Caroline's phone rang.

"Leave it." Klaus said when she gently pushed him away, capturing her lips once more. She let him kiss her for a few more minutes, pulling him closer for a second before pushing him away, this time more firmly.

"I can't leave it. It's Enzo."

Klaus groaned in frustration as she pulled away from him, climbing out of the bed to reach into the pocket of her discarded jacket.

"Hello?"

"Gorgeous, we have a problem." Enzo's voice was alarmed.

Caroline frowned, "what is it?"

"Your boy toy is compromised."

"What?" She squeaked. "What do you mean compromised?"

"Police caught you going into his car, got a hold of his license plate and have incriminated him."

"Shit. That means our location is compromised, too."

"Yes. You've become sloppy, Gorgeous." There was a hint of teasing in Enzo's voice.

She huffed. "Not now, Enzo. We're gonna have to switch to plan B."

"Yes. I'll see you on the private jet. And you better do something about Dimples."

With that, he hung up.

"What is it, love?" Klaus frowned, staring at her turned back as she rummaged through her jacket once more. He couldn't say he didn't like the view of her bent over.

"Just a small problem." She muttered, finally letting go of her jacket.

"What is it?" he asked gently.

She'd barely turned around to face him when he heard the faint noise of gun being shot and felt a sting in his side. He looked down to see what looks like a dart lodged there. Did she just drug him?

"I'm gonna have to kidnap you for real this time."

The last thing he saw was her blurry face hovering over him before he fell into deep sleep.