Summary: Klaus hasn't seen his little brother's best friend since she was five years old and had mostly put her out of his mind. When he visits the police station to ask Kol a favor, he finds himself fantasizing about the pretty blonde in the file room. Unfortunately, Caroline has no intention of fucking her best friend's older brother, no matter how hot he ended up being.

Brooklyn 99 AU, but you don't need to know anything about it to read. Also basically an excuse for porn. There'll be a Kennett piece at some point in the same universe that will have less porn and more plot lol. Thank you to Colleen for beta work.

Contains: Banter, public almost-sex, Klaus eating Caroline out LITERALLY LIKE TWICE, handcuffs, my attempts at humor, too many words. Don't have sex while driving. It's a bad idea.


All I wanna do is love your body
Tonight's your lucky night, I know you want it
I think you already know my name

~ "Your Body" by Christina Aguilera


"Caroline, can you help me find the reports Mikaelson turned in this morning?"

"Nope," Caroline said, not even looking up from her phone as she swung back and forth on her chair.

"I don't pay you to be on your phone all day."

Caroline looked up to meet the Captain's eyes with a raised eyebrow. "No, you pay me to make sure that everything's organized, which it is. If you'd actually looked, you'd find the reports in the orange inbox conveniently located on the corner of your desk, which is labeled 'reports'."

"I don't see it."

Caroline rolled her eyes and pocketed her phone before getting up to investigate. She'd re-organized Rudy's entire office when she'd been hired as his personal assistant, and he still occasionally had trouble remembering where things were.

It probably had something to do with Kol rearranging them when he wasn't looking.

She tried to pop in every now and then during the day to put everything where it was supposed to be, but she was seriously considering supergluing the various containers to their respective places. She found the inbox hidden underneath the bookshelf, and she set it back on his desk before heading to Kol's desk to explain to him that this childish behavior had to stop.

"Kol!"

"Caroline."

She crossed her arms over her chest and narrowed her eyes as Kol turned slowly around in his swivel chair to face her. When he saw her face, he quickly swiveled back to face his desk. "Sorry, darling. Can't help. Paperwork."

"You need to stop moving things around in Hopkins's office," she hissed. "Do you know how annoying it is to have to get up from my desk and walk to his office every time you move something?"

"It's only ten feet."

"Yeah, which is why it's so irritating. Do you see these heels? I have to budget my steps, Kol. I could have used that ten feet to go to the kitchen and steal Bonnie's sandwich."

"Why would you want to steal Bennett's sandwiches? She only gets ham on her sandwiches. You hate ham."

"First of all, she stole my sandwich last June and I have yet to pay her back for it. I'm biding my time. Second, I would love to know how you know what Bonnie gets on her sandwiches."

"We're friends. Friends know that stuff," Kol said defensively. "Look, I have to get back to this case. I've been on it for weeks and haven't made much progress."

"You could ask Bonnie or Kat for help."

"I don't need help, Caroline."

Caroline hummed, patting Kol on the shoulder. "If you say so."

She walked back to her desk, poking her head into Rudy's office on the way to see if he needed anything before sinking down in her desk chair again, pulling out her phone.

XXX

"Kol, I need you to find a criminal."

"I find lots of criminals, Nik. Which one do you need? We have quite the collection in the holding cells."

"The one who robbed me."

Kol leaned back in his chair, his arms behind his head, feet resting on the table. "Please Nik, tell me more. What happened leading up to the incident? Was it a mugging? Did someone break into your apartment?"

"I was—"

"Actually, don't tell me. You'll need to file a report like everyone else."

"I'm your brother. That entitles me to special treatment, does it not?"

"I feel like I've heard that before. Where was it...?" Kol began, tapping his chin as he he pretended to think. "Ah, I believe it came out of my own mouth a few weeks ago when I asked to take a lovely lady out for dinner at one of your restaurants for free. Now, what was your response?"

"It's irrelevant."

"Oh, I do remember!" Kol continued as though Klaus hadn't responded. "I believe it was something along the lines of, 'No, I'm afraid you'll have to make a reservation like everyone else.' Correct?"

"Kol..."

"I don't see the difference here, to be honest, Nik. You want something from me, and...Well, I'm afraid you'll have to file a report and wait in line just like the rest of us common peasants."

Klaus growled, and Kol shrugged, re-crossing his feet, causing his chair to tip over backwards.

"Oh my god!"

Klaus turned to see a girl that must have been one of Kol's coworkers (judging by the badge clipped to her hip) rush over, her green eyes wide. "Are you okay?" she asked, before turning to Klaus, a frown marring her face.

"Don't worry. It was his own fault."

The girl turned to face him, an eyebrow raised. "Who are you and what did you do?"

"Title of your sex tape, Bennett," Kol croaked from the floor, and Bennett's lip curled.

"Maybe you should have stayed knocked out."

"I'm Klaus," Klaus said with a dimpled smile, holding out his hand, and the girl shook it, her teeth sinking into her lower lip for just a moment before she seemed to snap back to the present.

"I'm Bonnie," she said. "Detective Bennett," she amended after a second. "Sorry about Kol. He's kind of..."

"Don't worry, love. I'm very familiar with Kol's antics."

Her smile seemed to freeze in place, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Don't call me love. It's patronizing."

"Duly noted."

"So, why are you here?" she asked, glancing at Kol as he pulled himself up, rubbing his head.

"I came to file a report. I was hoping to jump the line, but unfortunately he's not cooperating."

"Why would Kol let you jump the line?"

"I'm family," Klaus said shortly.

"Are you one of his brothers?"

"Yes. It's Niklaus, actually, but I do prefer Klaus."

"Right. Okay, well you should go file a report. It's against the rules to use family connections. Kol knows that."

"Yes, he's such a stickler for rules," Klaus said dryly.

"You know, I never thought I could meet someone more annoying than you, but he's catching up," Bonnie said, turning to talk to Kol.

"Now, love, I'm wounded."

"You could file a report about that too, if you want," Bonnie said with a clearly fake smile. "Back that way and to the left."

"Right," Klaus said tightly, turning to walk the way she'd indicated.

He walked the way he was directed and saw a blonde bent over the file cabinet, muttering to herself as she flipped through the folders. Her curly hair was obscuring her face, and he took a few seconds to admire the way her pencil skirt hugged her curves before she huffed, still bent over the cabinet.

"You're staring."

"I'm here to file a report a crime."

She looked up when he spoke, probably because of his accent, he thought.

"You're going to have to be a bit more specific," she said, her eyes raking up his body from bottom to top, not even bothering to be subtle. He took the opportunity to do the same, smirking as her gaze stopped on his face, a bit pleased at how her eyes widened.

Perhaps he'd get some help with more than some paperwork. He had a brief mental image of bending the girl over her file cabinet, shoving her skirt around her waist and—

"Oh my god, Klaus?!" she asked, clearly mortified for some reason. "What are you doing here?"

He briefly thought she might have been a one-night-stand he'd somehow forgotten (though how he'd forget a face like that he never knew), before he caught sight of the perfectly polished nameplate on the desk, and realized why she looked like someone who'd been caught committing the worst of sins, since he suddenly felt an odd combination of horror and disappointment.

Caroline Forbes, his little brother's best friend, whom he'd known since before she could speak full sentences, had apparently at some point become absolutely delectable.

He hadn't seen her since he'd left for England for boarding school when he was eleven, and hadn't caught even a glimpse of her during the summers (and Kol would sulk the entire time because she was with her father across the country).

He'd gone to university in Los Angeles (hoping to get as far away from his father as possible), and once he'd built his restaurant and real estate empire, he'd barely seen any of his family unless it was the holidays or for quick lunches on weekdays.

God, he'd just been thinking of fucking Caroline Forbes. He knew he should probably be a little ashamed of himself, but instead he was admiring what those lovely cherry red heels did for her long legs. He wondered what they'd look like in the air as she screamed his name.

"Hello? Earth to Klaus?" she snapped, glaring at him, her arms crossed over her chest. "Could you stop creepily checking me out and tell me why you're here?"

He swallowed, her fiery eyes and curled lip making his cock twitch in his pants. "Hello, Caroline," he said, trying to keep his voice even.

"Hi," she said irritably. "What are you doing here?"

"Such a hostile greeting, sweetheart. I'm hurt."

"Says the one who creepily leered at me for like, two straight minutes."

"Now, let's not pretend I was the only one enjoying the view of an attractive potential companion."

"You were much more attractive before you started talking. Also, ego much?"

"And here I thought the accent was endearing."

"With Kol and Enzo around I'm pretty much immune," she said, sitting down and opening a drawer of the desk, looking up at him expectantly. "You said you wanted to report a crime?"

He was tempted to say "the way you look in that skirt" but he wouldn't put it past her to somehow get him arrested.

"Someone stole a hotel keycard."

"Ooh, call the National Guard," she muttered, pulling out a form from one of the folders and circling a few things before writing "hotel keycard" in neat cursive. "Anything else? Wallet? Phone? Valuables?"

"No. Just the card."

"Do you know around what time? Where it happened?"

"It was on my desk, and the only time I wasn't in the office was for about an hour and a half when I went to lunch. Sometime between eleven and one, I suppose. I can't remember the exact departure and return."

She nodded slowly before frowning and looking up at him. "Don't you have an apartment here?"

"Yes."

"Then why do you need a hotel?"

"Do you need that for the report?" he asked pointedly, and she shook her head.

"I guess not. Can you tell me what hotel it was for? What it looked like?"

He rattled off the details, including the room it was for, and she nodded before frowning. "Don't you have security cameras for the office building?"

"Not my floor."

She seemed to decide it was best not to ask, just noting it on the report. "I think everyone has a case at the moment, but I can ask Bonnie to take a quick look."

"She doesn't seem to like me much."

"Did you stare at her ass for years, too?"

"Not at all. Detective Bennett seems to be the highlight of Kol's time here, and I'm not about to risk his moment of happiness."

"You don't have to worry. Bonnie would pick Kol over you any day," she said with a saccharine smile.

"It's funny. He hasn't mentioned you at all. sweetheart," Klaus said, moving to stand by the edge of the desk, and Caroline held his gaze, her blue eyes spitting fire. "It's a shame I'd never heard what a pretty thing you've become or I might have come sooner."

Her lip curled, but before she could respond, Kol spoke from the doorway, and both of them flinched, turning to face him.

"Oh yes, I can't recall why I never mentioned my best friend to my womanizing self-absorbed prick of a brother."

"It's fine, Kol," Caroline said tiredly. "I can handle him. Do you want to take the mystery of the missing hotel keycard?"

He barely stopped himself from asking her if she was sure she could 'handle' him, mostly because the look Kol sent him indicated that no one would ever 'handle' him again, should he make a joke.

"Is that what got stolen? Really, Nik?"

"Yes. The room has confidential information," Klaus said through gritted teeth.

"Like?"

"It's confidential."

"What, your high-class escort's identity?" Kol asked, and Klaus rolled his eyes.

"Business plans, bank statements, some blueprints for the next resort, and a few other miscellaneous pieces of important information," he said. "Look, just find it, all right?"

"There is literally nothing we can do except wait to see if it turns up," Caroline said exasperatedly. "We're not using resources to look for a keycard."

"What can I do to convince you?"

"You can't, and I'm busy. Kol will call you if anything turns up."

"Or you could just give me your number," he said, and Caroline scoffed.

"Give me yours. I'll text you if anything happens."

Klaus grinned, taking the offered bright pink sticky note and scrawling his number down, handing it to her.

Their fingers brushed when she took the note, and she wouldn't meet his eyes as she stuck it in a box on her desk. It was good to know that she was as affected by him as he was by her. "It was nice to see you again, Caroline."

"Bye," she said, nodding at the door, and he'd only taken a few steps when he heard the distinct snarl Kol made when anyone upset him.

"No, mate. This is my case, and it's almost done."

"Not fast enough," a nasally voice sang. "Give me the files. It's my case now."

"No," Kol said irritably. "It's mine."

He had an immediate flashback to Kol at four years old trying to tear an action figure out of Caroline's hands as Elijah tried desperately to make them behave. Kol had never been all that great at sharing. Caroline seemed to have the same thought as they groaned in unison, and she shot him a glare.

"What?" he asked irritably, and she sighed long-sufferingly as she brushed past him to walk into the main office, the light perfume of her hair lingering in the air.

He followed her, trying very hard not to stare at her ass.

"Kol, just give him the file," she said, and Kol gave her a look that Klaus strongly associated with one of his sibling stealing the last piece of pizza.

A grave injustice had clearly just occurred.

"But..."

"Just do it," Caroline said.

Kol scowled, handing the man in the fedora a blue file, and the man smiled a bit too smugly as he took the file. "Thank you. I'll just be on my way now. Have a good day, Mikaelson. You're always welcome to come to my place for a good night, Blondie."

"That's why you're disgusting and alone," Caroline said with a fake smile. "Even if there was any chance of me taking you up on that offer, I'd end up not coming anyway. I'd say 'hi' to Kat for you, but I got the sense that you weren't very memorable."

Kol looked like he might explode if he kept his laughter in for another second. Luckily, Fedora walked out the door and Kol didn't have to bust a lung. As soon as the doors closed behind him, Kol turned to Caroline expectantly. "So? Do you have a copy?"

She rolled her eyes. "Obviously. Let me get it for you."

"I'm going to need all hands on deck to solve this thing, darling," Kol shouted after her, and she waved him off without looking back, walking back to her office with the file cabinets.

Klaus watched Caroline walk away consideringly before turning to Kol. "Anything I can do to help, mate?"

"Help me with my case, or help you seduce my best friend?" Kol asked dryly.

"Since Caroline hasn't given up on you yet, it's safe to say you'll be friends for quite awhile, and I have no intention of making things awkward for you," Klaus said honestly.

He didn't have any intention of making things awkward for Kol, but something about Caroline intrigued him. The way she batted off his comments with a roll of her eyes, how she made it clear that if he didn't stop being such an ass she wouldn't even think about giving him a chance, made him want to know more, to spend more time with her.

"You'll really take the day off from your ever-so-important business empire to help me with a case?" Kol asked, clearly attempting a tone of disbelief, but a bit of hopefulness shined through anyway, and Klaus felt slightly guilty for brushing his little brother off so much.

He nodded, not saying anything else, and Kol grinned.

"You can help her in the file room, then. Tell her I need you to look for any previous arrests that could match the physical description the victim gave, and then try to match possible suspects from their charges."

"All right, mate."

"Wait," Kol said as Klaus turned to leave, and he looked at his brother, noting how serious he seemed to be. "I know you're not helping out of the goodness of your heart, because you don't do that. Ever. Caroline's brilliant, and you don't deserve her."

"That's not for you to decide, is it mate?"

Kol pressed his lips together for a moment before he started talking. "You're right. It's not. I know that I can't stop you, and even if I could, Caroline would kill me for assuming I know what she wants. However, if you aren't serious about her, and I don't know how you could be when you haven't seen her since she was five and then talked to her for about ten minutes maximum, you need to be up-front with her about it. I don't care that we're related. If you hurt her, I will hurt you."

"How do you plan on doing that?" Klaus asked, genuinely curious.

"I will call in favors. You will get pulled over if you're a mile over the speed limit. You will get tickets for jaywalking. I will personally make sure that your life is miserable in any way I can. Do you understand?" he asked, flashing a grin that was all teeth, the playful tone carrying an undercurrent of vicious intent.

"Yes," Klaus muttered.

"Good," Kol said, flipping a pen between his fingers. "And in all seriousness, I think that if you got your shit together and became a decent human being, you might be good for each other. Don't fuck it up, because you'll never get another chance."

Klaus nodded, and Kol grinned, clapping him on the shoulder. "Excellent. Go forth and find me all of the files."

XXX

Caroline looked up when the door to the storage room opened, huffing when Klaus walked over the threshold. Though she'd initially been mortified having been caught checking Klaus out so shamelessly, he'd practically fucked her with his eyes, so it wasn't like she was making him uncomfortable. He was undeniably attractive, but there was something about the way he held himself, the way he talked, that made her want to punch him in his attractive face.

And fine, some of it might have something to do with Kol being disappointed every time Klaus cancelled plans because of a last minute meeting, and how much she knew it hurt when he was casually flaky or didn't call back. She knew Klaus was busy but would it kill him to talk to his brother once in awhile?

"What are you doing here?" she asked coldly.

"Kol sent me down to help."

"Why?"

"I offered," he said, stepping into the room with his hands in his pockets and glancing around.

"Why would you offer? Aren't you busy with your company, or whatever?"

"Yes, but this is important to him, and-"

"I'm not going to have sex with you, so if that's what you're here for, you can go."

He ducked his head and smiled before looking at her with his head tilted to the side. "I wouldn't say no, I'll admit, but I'm honestly here to help."

Caroline gave him a suspicious look, and he stuffed his hands in his pockets, somehow managing to make a casual cross of the room towards her look distinctly predatory, the look in his eyes making fire burn in her lower belly. His lips twitched as he watched her, and she kicked herself for the probably obviously lustful face she was making, setting her jaw and looking towards the files. "As I said, it's not happening."

"I didn't say it was. In any case, Kol wants us to get all the files of the previous arrests with convictions that match this one."

Caroline nodded, having already guessed what he'd want. "Okay. I pulled up everyone arrested on murder charges from the database, and I'm getting out their files now. You can do "N" through "Z" arrests if you want. Just try to find someone that matches the physical description."

"All right. Sounds good, love."

"Don't call me 'love'," she said firmly.

It was a fine line she was walking, and she knew it. She didn't want to be too rude, because Kol was her best friend and she knew that she'd probably end up seeing Klaus again at some point. It wouldn't do Kol any favors for them to be on rocky ground. However, she also didn't want to be a doormat, because Klaus was the sort of person where you had to nip his antics in the bud before he got too confident.

Or, at least, that was what Esther said offhandedly when she got a note home from his school.

Either way, Klaus walked to the file cabinets and began to rifle through them, pulling out files and stacking them on the nearby table. She realized she was staring when he looked back at her and raised an eyebrow, and she quickly turned back to her own work.

He'd rolled up the cuffs of his shirt to his elbows, the first two buttons undone with his necklaces peeking out, and she couldn't help but sneak peeks.

So he was a douchebag who was off-limits, but he was really, really attractive. She also might have lied about the accent. When it was attached to the low growl of his voice and the way he looked at her...well, she wasn't as immune to it as she'd pretended.

Either way, she tried to focus on her sorting, and she almost jumped in surprise when he spoke about twenty minutes later. "I'll put the potentially relevant files in a pile on the desk, shall I?"

"Yeah. That works."

It took them another hour to go through the recent ones, and Caroline quickly made a list of the file names before she stacked them all up and put them on top of the file cabinet. "Okay! This should be good enough for now. I'm not sure if there's anything else you can do to help, so if you want to head out-"

"I apologize for my earlier behavior," Klaus said, cutting her off.

"Um, excuse me?"

"It was inappropriate of me, and I shouldn't have gone out of my way to make you uncomfortable."

"You're right. You shouldn't have," she said irritably, a flush building in her cheeks.

"Can we start over?" he asked, giving her a cajoling smile, dimples cutting into his cheeks.

She pressed her lips together in a thin line, contemplating the pros and cons. From the way Kol talked about Klaus, she knew that he was an inconsiderate jackass, but he had some redeeming qualities. From what she'd gathered, Klaus was used to getting what he wanted, and Caroline suspected that her firm rejection of him made him want to get to know her, if only because she was a challenge.

To be honest, that didn't really sit well with her. Again, though, she didn't want to do anything that would make Kol be nervous about putting the two of them in a room together.

She also knew that she was being a little bit of a hypocrite. She knew that the inappropriate ogling had gone both ways (though he had been much worse than her). He'd also (mostly) stopped after she'd told him to, only pushing it when she'd admittedly been flirting back.

To be fair, it had been a long dry spell since she and Enzo stopped their friends-with-benefits relationship a few months before, and she'd broken up with her last boyfriend a year and a half ago. She knew that if Klaus wasn't Kol's brother she'd probably be willing to ignore his bad behavior if it was no-strings-attached.

It was probably a bad sign that she was this conflicted about it, because that meant that she was in serious danger of giving in. If Kol was okay with it and Klaus proved that he wasn't a complete douchebag, she'd consider it, she decided.

"Okay," she said.

"Good," he said, smiling wider, and she looked away before she could get caught in his gaze.

"I'm running this up to Kol and I can't leave you in here," she said, keeping her tone business-like.

"All right, lo-Caroline. I'll come with you, then."

She nearly snorted out loud at his incredibly unsubtle near-slip, but at least he was trying.

He followed her back to the main office, and she handed Kol the slip of paper with all the names. "You should be able to look them up in the database. Let me know if I can do anything else."

"Actually, darling, if you wouldn't mind doing some undercover work..." Kol said, trailing off, and Caroline rolled her eyes.

"You mean stop Damon from getting any further on his investigation?" Caroline said knowingly.

"Well, I mean, off-the-record, yes."

"Well, off-the-record, I can probably do that."

"I'll help," Klaus said, and Caroline rolled her eyes.

"Thanks, Nik! I'm sure Caroline would love some company."

Caroline gave Kol a wide-eyed 'what the fuck' look, and he just shrugged, a wicked grin on his face. "Klaus, can I have a second with Kol?"

"Of course," he said, stepping back with a grin. "I'll just go make a call and see if my assistant can handle cancelling my afternoon meetings."

"Right," Caroline said, waiting until Klaus had left the room before whirling to face Kol. "What was that?"

"What was what, darling?"

"I would not like company," she lied, and Kol raised an eyebrow.

"Are you sure? Because you and Nik seem to be getting on quite well."

She gritted her teeth. "I cannot believe you."

"Look, Nik's rude and a bit self-absorbed-"

"A bit?" she asked incredulously.

"All right, fine then, quite self absorbed. However, I haven't seen him interested in someone for quite awhile, and you have to admit that you've had a bit of a dry spell as well. Maybe it'll do you good."

Caroline wrinkled her nose. "I cannot believe you're encouraging me to have a one-night-stand with your brother."

"I'm doing it for the good of humanity. You're both insufferable at the moment. In addition, I know enough disgusting things about both of your sex lives that it would be excellent if you'd just have sex with each other so that you mutually decide that it's too awkward to talk about with me."

Caroline grimaced. "Fine, but only if he shows me that he's not an asshole. If I do this, though, you need to ask Bonnie out."

"Why would I ask Bennett out? I don't like her."

Caroline snorted. "Sure, Jan."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It's a meme. God, don't you go on the internet? Like, ever?"

"Yes...?"

"Look, pinky swear you'll ask Bonnie out by the end of the day, and I'll consider giving Klaus a chance."

"Pinky swear? What are we, six?"

She narrowed her eyes and extended her hand, pinky up, and Kol scoffed, but obligingly curled his around hers.

XXX

"Hold on. I have to get out my distraction kit."

"Distraction kit?" Klaus asked, lingering by Caroline's car as she opened her trunk.

"Yeah. I have a knife for slashing tires, some glue, a few ticket forms I stole from Katherine's desk to write fake tickets with...a lot of stuff, actually. I like to be prepared."

"You know, I'm impressed. I never took you for a tire-slashing type," Klaus said as she rooted through the trunk of her car for a pocket knife. He was making a concerted effort to show her that he wasn't a horrible person. It did not come easily to him, but he had a gut feeling that Caroline was worth it.

It had only been about two hours and he already knew that he liked Caroline well enough that he doubted he could manage a no strings attached relationship with her without...well, becoming attached. Kol seemed to think he had a chance as long as he stayed on his best behavior, and he had every intention of seeing if that was true.

Caroline snorted. "Well, Kol was a terrible influence."

"That, I can believe, though you don't seem to be the sort of person who would let that affect you if you didn't want it to."

She shrugged, finally finding it in the giant box of miscellaneous supplies she had stashed. "I guess."

"Is that a hair dryer?" Klaus asked, peeking over her shoulder to look inside as she pulled back. "You have a hair dryer in your trunk?"

"Um, obviously. I'm not an animal," she said, flipping her hair over her shoulder and shoving the pocket knife in her purse along with the roll of fake tickets and something that looked suspiciously like condoms. "What?" she asked, looking at him.

He was trying to resist pointing out what she'd just shoved in her purse, and she gave him a wicked grin, her eyebrow raised. "What?" she repeated. "They're stretchy and useful. Haven't you ever filled them with ranch dressing, poked a hole and then left it in a car of someone you hate? They're much sturdier than a balloon, so they hold a bigger load and don't burst," she said casually.

That really shouldn't have turned him on. Ranch dressing was disgusting, and leaving it in a hot car for revenge should be a crime (and probably was), but something about the way she talked, the way her smirk contrasted with the wide-eyed fake innocence, made his cock twitch. "Can't say that I have," he said through gritted teeth, and she patted him on the arm, the touch lingering just a bit too long.

"You should come with me sometime."

She was trying to kill him.

It wasn't long before Kol texted them the location of the squad car Damon used (which Katherine may or may not have slipped a tracker on the last time he stole a case), and Klaus drove them in his car to the large parking lot at the mall. It was about a ten minute drive, and Klaus spent the time asking questions about what she'd been up to.

It was easy to talk to her, not just because he had some previous subjects to touch on, but because once she got comfortable she seemed to become a lot more willing to open up. There were moments when he'd zone out, too focused on how her lips moved when she smiled or the way her hands waved in the air as she talked. She didn't seem to notice though, rambling on about the last time Damon had swiped one of their cases, her brow furrowed adorably as she called him all sorts of names.

When they arrived, she spotted Damon's car and walked over, bending down and releasing the hood from the lever in front as he tried not to stare at her. "Okay, so come over here and I'll tell you what to do."

"Why can't you do it?" he asked, raising an eyebrow but obligingly walking over, and she snorted.

"I'm sorry, but this blouse is new, and I'm not ruining it."

"This suit is new."

"You can get more suits, Klaus. This was a twenty-percent off designer blouse," she said, and he couldn't help but smile at how serious she sounded. "What?"

"Nothing, love," he said, restraining a wince at the slip, but she either didn't notice or didn't mind, pointing wordlessly at the hood.

He sighed, wondering whether it still counted as peer pressure if he was old enough to know better, and took his suit jacket off, handing it to her before he rolled up the sleeves to his elbows, trying not to smirk at the appreciative dart of her eyes down his forearms. "What do you want me to do?"

She moved behind him, her hand resting on his lower back as she peered over his shoulder, her breath hot on his ear. "Do you know where the power center is?"

He fought the urge to shiver, his cock twitching in his pants as she pressed herself up against him for no practical reason that he could discern. "Yes."

"Okay, so pull the ignition and fuel fuses," she said, her voice low and husky. "It'll take a minute for him to figure out what's going wrong as long as we're careful. Tangle up the wires too. I'll keep watch."

He felt the loss of her warmth against him when she pulled away, leaning against the wall. It only took him a minute or so to locate the correct parts and disconnect them, and he was about to get up when Caroline swore.

"What, love?" he asked, turning around and wincing as he saw Damon walking out of the mall exit, though it appeared that he hadn't noticed them yet as he waved over a nearby security guard and began a conversation.

He knew that if he closed the hood it would make noise, and he needed a way to explain it if Damon heard. Knowing that this was a perfect opportunity to touch her and be able to justify it later, he closed the hood and immediately grabbed her wrist, tugging her to him and capturing her lips with his, pushing her against the car. She gave a muffled shout of surprise, tensing in his arms before relaxing into him, her fingers tangling in his hair as she moaned into his mouth, pressing herself closer. He felt himself begin to harden, and he couldn't help but groan as she rubbed up against him, a small gasp coming from her mouth at the friction.

His hands wandered down her spine, over her hips, settling on the curve of her arse, the skirt wonderfully soft under his fingers as he squeezed. Realizing that Damon would recognize her if he got too close, he turned and backed her against the wall of the garage to shield her with his body. When he pulled away, he took a moment to drink in her wide, dark, glazed eyes and swollen lips before he hissed her her to turn around. "He'll recognize you."

Caroline nodded, her breath hitching as she turned to press her palms against the concrete, and Klaus kissed her neck, sucking small marks against her pale skin.

"Is this all right?" he breathed as he let his hands sneak under the hem of her skirt, his fingers tracing the skin of her inner thighs, and she panted out a soft affirmative before moaning as he ground against her arse, his cock hard and throbbing against the zipper of his slacks. Despite the way the situation had begun, he didn't mind much that they were in public, instead finding the idea of someone happening upon them incredibly arousing. He could see it in his mind as he nipped her neck, his hands stroking her inner thighs slowly. He pictured her with her skirt hiked up around her waist, her thong pulled down slightly so that he could slide his hand underneath the lace to bury his fingers inside of her, hooking them against her walls. He imagined his slacks pulled down just enough for the cheeks of her pretty arse to cradle his hard cock, the light slick shine of his precum spread over the creamy skin.

She shifted against him as his fingers creeped up her inner thighs, rubbing circles on her soft skin, and he groaned against her neck.

"Fuck, Caroline," he hissed, and he heard her let out a panting laugh.

"The point of this is to make sure that he doesn't recognize me. Stop moaning my name," she whispered, though he could hear the smile in her voice, the soft panting moan as he brushed two fingers against the damp lace covering her core.

"What about later?" he whispered in her ear, his tongue darting out to lick the sensitive skin behind it, and she let out a soft, panting moan.

"I...maybe," she breathed.

"Maybe?" he asked quietly, smirking as he began to rub her clit through the lace, her knees buckling as she leant against him. "Do you want me to stop, sweetheart?"

She let out a soft whimper as he ground against her, her hips rolling back against him.

"No. God, don't stop."

"Are you sure? You seemed quite resistant before," he said teasingly.

"I changed my mind," she panted out. "Fuck, Klaus, please."

"Please what?"

"You're an ass," she muttered, and he grinned, his hand slipping under the lace to run a finger down her soaking slit, flicking his fingertip against her clit, and she moaned.

"Hmm, into calling me names? I've never experimented with that before, but for you sweetheart-"

"Oh my god, just fuck me already."

"I wouldn't advise that. I could already write you a ticket for public indecency."

Klaus and Caroline both froze. He slowly pulled his hand out from under her thong, turning around to face Damon, who was staring at them with a raised eyebrow. He angled his body so that Damon wouldn't see Caroline's face, wincing.

"Well, mate. I'd advise that you don't."

"Why not?"

"I'm Klaus Mikaelson," he said, beginning to hold out his hand before thinking better of it, his fingers still wet from being knuckle deep in Caroline's pussy.

"Damon Salvatore. MFPD. What's your point?"

"I believe that it might be beneficial for both of us if this were handled discreetly."

Damon snorted derisively. "What, and you thought the way to handle this discreetly would be to fuck in a parking garage?"

"It has a certain thrill to it," Klaus said with an easy shrug, pulling out his wallet. "Two hundred?"

Damon raised an eyebrow. "Bribing a cop to get out of a ticket for fucking your flavor of the hour in a parking garage? Seems like it'd be better to take the first deal."

"You don't have to know my reasons," Klaus said, holding the bills out for Damon. "Do we have a deal?"

"I never saw it," Damon said easily, taking the bills from Klaus and nodding.

Klaus watched as Damon got into his car before tugging Caroline a few spaces over to his own. He helped Caroline into the passenger seat, resisting the temptation to comment on her wobbly legs and slightly uneven breathing.

By the time Damon had irritably gotten out of his car to figure out what was wrong, Klaus and Caroline were already out of the garage, and Klaus knew that Damon wouldn't be able to prove anything. He didn't wear a camera, and it wasn't as though he could admit to anything, because then he'd have to say he'd accepted a bribe.

"So, back to the precinct?" Klaus asked, glancing at Caroline who still had mussed hair and dark eyes.

"Um," she said slowly. "Sure. I guess."

"Does the file room lock?" he asked innocently, and she nodded quickly.

"Yeah, and I'm the only one with the key other than the Captain, and he never uses it."

"Excellent," Klaus said, and Caroline shot him a glare as she pulled out her phone, firing off a text to someone and shoving it back in her purse. "What's that, love?"

"Just telling Kol we did it," she said, and Klaus nodded.

Her hand slid across the middle of the car to rest on his thigh, and he glanced at her, noting her mischievous smile. "Caroline," he growled warningly, and she laughed quietly, sliding her hand further to lightly palm his half-hard cock through his pants. "Keep your hands to yourself, sweetheart. If you keep touching me like that I'll most likely crash this car."

"But I don't want to," she said, her voice husky, and he swore softly, speeding up as Caroline trailed a single finger in circles over the steadily growing bulge.

"Fuck, Caroline..." he hissed as he pulled into a space, her hand making firm, insistent circles against him, his hips involuntarily bucking against her hand.

"Sorry," she said quickly, not sounding the least bit apologetic.

He didn't answer, simply dragging her to the basement steps that led to the hallway underground where the storage rooms were as she giggled. She fumbled with the keys as he kissed her neck until she managed to unlock the door, tugging him through before going to the file room, pulling him inside and locking the door behind them.

"This is just sex," Caroline said bluntly, her hand moving to smoothly unbuckle his belt before reaching for the button of his pants. "We're going to forget this ever happened as soon as we walk out that door. Got it?"

"If that's what you want, sweetheart," he said, his voice low as he grabbed her hands, prying them off his half-done zipper and holding them. "But I told you to keep your hands to yourself."

She raised an eyebrow at him. "Yeah, in the car."

"You didn't listen," he said quietly, nodding to the box of spare handcuffs they kept and she bit her lip, her eyes darkening as she followed his gaze.

"I guess I didn't," she agreed, and he let a groan rumble in his throat as she looked at him, her cheeks flushing at the sound, lips slightly parted before she kissed him again, their tongues tangling as he steered her to the table the box was resting on, lifting her up and grabbing a pair.

"Are you going to be a good girl for me and let me cuff you?"

"Hmm, I don't know," she said teasingly, and he raised an eyebrow, wrapping his hands around her shins and pulling her forward so that he stood between her spread legs.

"Give me your hands, sweetheart."

She offered him her wrists watching him with dark eyes as he fastened the cuffs loosely around them, his thumbs brushing over the sensitive skin of her wrists before he set them in her lap. "Comfortable?" he asked, his voice dropping to a low rumble, his hands sliding down to fiddle with the hem of her skirt, and he suppressed a smirk as she shivered, her breath catching.

"Yes."

He grinned, grabbing a nearby chair and sitting down, the widening of her eyes as her tongue darted out to wet her lips making his cock harden further under the zipper of his trousers. "What are you doing?"

He grinned, nudging her to scoot closer. "Lie back. Wrists above your head."

She obeyed slowly, watching him through her eyelashes as he let his knuckles gently run across the creases in the backs of her knees before gently lifting them, pressing his lips to the inside of her shin. "What did you think was going to happen, sweetheart?"

"I wanted..." she started, her voice shaking before she took a sharp breath as he bent to nip her inner thigh.

"Did you want me to fill you with my cock, Caroline?" he asked casually, pressing light kisses against her creamy skin, the occasional brush of his tongue making her shiver. "Were you hoping that I'd bind your wrists and take you hard you until you screamed for me?"

"Yes," she admitted, a pretty flush spreading across her cheeks.

"I like it when you blush for me, sweetheart. I'd rather taste you, but if you're good for me I might indulge you."

"Please. You won't be able to help yourself," she teased. "I see the way you look at me."

He grinned, slowly pulling her stilettos off. He kept eye contact with her as he pressed a soft kiss to the sole of each foot before draping her leg over his shoulder. She got the hint, draping the other the same way, her heels resting against his back as he bent down.

"Klaus," she moaned softly as he pressed kisses to the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, and he grinned against her skin, nudging her skirt up to her waist, bending to give the damp lace covering her a long, hard lick.

"You're so wet, sweetheart. Does it turn you on to give me this sort of control? To bind your pretty wrists and spread your legs, to let me explore your body as I please?" he asked, his voice low and husky and he rubbed his thumb against her clit through the thin lace. He looked up at her as she squirmed, noting the fluttering of her eyelashes when he brushed his finger over her clit, the small tells she had as he built her up, her head thrown back, lips slightly parted.

"Yes," she hissed, her eyes closing as she let out a soft moan. "That feels so good."

He grinned. "I could do this all evening, Caroline...I'd like to take my time, to tease you with my touch until your skin is prickling with need. I want to watch your lips part as you moan for me, your eyes glassy and wide. I want to keep you just on the edge, your body alight, your pussy dripping with your lust for me until you're begging."

She panted as he bent forward to run his tongue along her covered core, her hips jerking as she tried to find friction. He pulled away though, pressing more kisses to her inner thighs and withdrawing his hand, and she moaned at the loss of his touch.

"But I won't."

"What?" she panted out, her eyes narrowed. "Why?"

"You said this is the only time I'll get with you," he said softly between open-mouthed kisses, enjoying the way she shivered under the light flicks of his tongue against her skin. "I want you to remember me whenever any other man touches you. I want you to remember how you writhed beneath my touch, how you screamed my name."

She whimpered as he trailed his finger to the band of her knickers, hooking a finger around the cloth and tugging slightly, an eyebrow raised. "May I?"

Caroline nodded eagerly, the cuffs clinking as she arched her back, lifting her hips to help him. Instead of pulling her legs off his shoulders, he simply ripped them off.

"Those were expensive," she said, eyeing his hand as he stuffed the lace in his back pocket.

"I'm sure you'll forget by the time you come on my tongue, Caroline. I'm going to push up your skirt and taste you, and I want you to tell me what you like, to ask for more if you want it. I want to hear how much you love it when I tonguefuck you. Do you understand?"

She swallowed audibly before nodding, her eyes fixed on his as he moved her forward slightly and pushed up her skirt, gathering it around her waist to hold it in place. "Lift your hips for me, sweetheart. Good girl, just like that," he whispered, cupping her arse with his hands and pulling her towards him, leaning forward to run his tongue over her entrance, and she swore, her head tipping back, handcuffs clinking as her hands shook while she rolled her hips against his face.

He loved the strangled sounds she made as his tongue curled against her walls, but it wasn't enough. "Tell me what you want," he ordered, and she bit her lip, her eyes shut tightly.

"Flick your tongue over my clit. Fuck, yes. Just like that..." she panted, rolling her hips against him with a whine. "Faster, please..."

Her arms were shifting as she pulled against the cuffs, a frantic string of 'don't stop's and 'please's escaping her as he teased her with his tongue, slowly building her up, bringing her closer to her release. His cock was painfully hard and throbbing against the zipper of his trousers, and she panted his name as he sped up his movements, his tongue working against her in smooth, rhythmic strokes. He loved the way she cried out as he pressed her closer, intent on making her shatter, and she came with a moan of his name, her breathing ragged as she frantically ground herself against his lips.

He pulled away, keeping eye contact with her as he ran his tongue over his lips. "That was amazing," Caroline breathed, and Klaus took what was probably too much satisfaction from her mussed hair and swollen lips, her wrinkled skirt shoved up around her waist, legs still quivering from aftershocks.

"Was it?"

She nodded, and he grinned, dropping a hot open-mouthed kiss to the inside of her thigh before pulling away.

"Uncuff me? I'll return the favor," she offered, and Klaus fought the urge to do as she asked, shaking his head and pulling her legs of his shoulders.

"I like the look of you like this. Sit up for me, Caroline. No, keep your legs spread. I want to see how wet you are for me."

She watched with wide eyes as he moved the chair back, unfastening his trousers and shoving them down with his boxer briefs to take his cock in his hand, stroking himself slowly. She flushed as she realized what his plans were, her eyes widening. "Keep your skirt around your waist," he ordered, and she curled her fingers around the cloth, the cuffs clinking as she adjusted the fabric to expose herself. "Now rub your clit with one hand. I want to watch you touch yourself."

She clumsily held her skirt with one hand, the other inching down as far as the cuffs would let her to rub her clit with one finger.

"Look at me," he ordered sharply when she began to close her eyes. "I want you to watch as I touch myself. I want you to see what you do to me, Caroline."

Her gaze snapped back to his, her lips slightly parted as she watched him stroke himself slowly, his cock hard and hot in his hand. "Klaus," she breathed, following the movements of his hand with her gaze, and he smirked as he saw the lust in her eyes, the tip of her tongue darting out to wet her lips.

"Have you ever come just touching your clit, sweetheart?"

"No. Never."

"Good," he said with a wicked grin. "When you come again I want it to be from me. But I do like to watch."

"You want me to put on a show for you, then?" she asked teasingly, looking at him through her eyelashes as she sped up her movements.

He swallowed, watching her fingers slide over her slick skin, the way her legs shook as she touched herself, and he watched eagerly as the hand holding the fabric of her skirt twisted in the cloth. "You seem to be a bit of an exhibitionist, sweetheart. Tell me how much you liked it when I nearly fucked you in the garage, Caroline. Anyone could have walked in and seen us. In fact, you knew that we had an audience, you were perfectly aware, and yet you let me press you against a wall and shove your skirt up."

She moaned, her fingers speeding up as he stroked his cock even faster at the memory of the way she rolled her hips against his fingers, massaging his balls with his other hand. He loved the way she wet her lips as she watched him touch himself, loved the whimpers of need that escaped her as she tried to find release against her fingers. "You were so wonderfully wet, sweetheart. You nearly came around my fingers knowing there was someone watching. You liked putting on a show, didn't you?"

"Yes," she breathed, her hips rolling as she tried to find more friction against her hand.

"You have no idea how much I wanted to pull your knickers down and fuck you from behind. I wanted the walls to echo from the way you screamed my name, to feel your body go pliant in my arms. Would you have let me finish if he hadn't rudely interrupted? Did you want to lose yourself in my touch?"

"God, yes...Fuck, I wanted you so bad..."

"Are you close, sweetheart?"

"Yeah."

His balls tightened as he approached the edge, and he pulled his hands away with a groan, curling his fingers against his thighs as Caroline watched him with glassy eyes, her breathing growing ragged as her fingers moved quickly, her head thrown back as she moaned, clearly on the precipice but not quite able to tip over the edge.

"What do you need?"

"I want to see you hard for me while you eat me out," she panted. "I want you to touch yourself while you tonguefuck me."

"So demanding, sweetheart."

She swallowed, her finger moving over her clit faster as her breath caught. "You said you wanted me to come again," she pointed out, her breathing ragged, and he grinned.

"That I did," he said, smoothly dropping to his knees and grabbing the hand that had been sliding over her clit and moving it aside before pressing kisses just centimeters away from where she wanted them, holding her hips in place so that she couldn't seek more friction. "But I want to savor this."

"No. More," she said, and he knew she meant it to be an order, but it came out as a whimper.

"More?" he mumbled against her skin, dragging his blunt teeth across her inner thigh.

"Yes, please," she said breathlessly, and he grinned.

"I love it when you beg, sweetheart. Tell me, does it make you wet to have to ask for me to touch you? To know I'll only give in if you ask nicely?"

She bit her lip as she stared down at him. "I..." she started before shifting uncomfortably. "I don't mind it," she said, her cheeks flushing bright red, and he grinned before flicking his tongue against her clit.

"You like that, sweetheart?"

"Yes, but I want to see you touch yourself while you taste me. I want to see how hard you are from getting me off. How much you want me," she panted before shifting, giving him a wicked grin. "I would have been fine doing this in the garage, you know. I'd love you on your knees for me while I rode your tongue. I wanted you to shove my skirt up and grip my hips, to press me against the wall and tonguefuck me. I don't mind putting on a show, and I could tell you didn't mind either."

He groaned at the way the words sounded falling from her lips, the lust filling them, and he wrapped his hand around himself again as she watched with dark eyes and parted lips. He stroked his cock in time with the movements of his tongue, groaning as he built himself up.

"God, you look so hot like that. I'm so close. Suck my clit."

He smirked as he pulled back to swirl his tongue around her entrance again, ignoring her whine of annoyance as he avoided pressing his tongue where he knew she wanted it. "Ask nicely, love."

"Klaus..."

The way she moaned his name made him much too aware of how painfully hard he was, how much he needed release, but he wanted to save his release for later. He wanted her to be sweaty and spent, her body pliant and sated, to ruin her for anyone else. He wanted her to remember that he was the one who had made her mind go blank with pleasure.

He wanted to be the one she woke hungry for the next time she needed release.

"Ask," he whispered, pulling back to nip her inner thighs, and she gasped as he scraped his teeth across her skin.

"Please," she breathed.

"What was that, sweetheart?"

"Please, Klaus."

"Please what?"

"Please suck my clit. I need your lips on me, I need-fuck..."

He flicked his tongue over her clit and she cried out as she tipped over the edge, her pussy clenching as she rolled her hips against his face. A low groan escaped him as he lapped up her arousal, pulling his hand away from his aching cock to cup her arse, bringing her as close to his mouth as possible. Her eyes were glassy when she came down from her high, her hair tangled, her skin flushed pink.

"I love the way you look like this, sweetheart. You're so beautiful," he whispered, dragging his fingertip lightly over the sole of her foot. "I can't wait to feel you wrapped around me. I want to fulfill your fantasy of me taking you from behind over the file cabinet, to tug your hair and make you scream for me as I fill you. Do you want that, Caroline?"

"Yes," she said, her tongue wetting her lips as she watched him shift uncomfortably, needing relief but refusing to give it to himself. He wanted her body, wanted to feel her against him.

"I will, but I want you to come home with me afterwards," he said, his voice tight from arousal.

"Klaus..."

"No commitment necessary. I enjoy you, you clearly enjoy me..." he trailed his finger against the sensitive skin at the back of her knee, watching her reactions carefully as she twisted, the handcuffs clinking.

"Fine," she gasped as Klaus pressed a kiss just below her belly button. "Fine! But it's not going to be a repeat thing."

"Challenge accepted," he mumbled before flicking his tongue against her oversensitive clit, intent on making her come again, on ruining her for everyone else.

"What?" she gasped, the end descending into a moan.

"Nothing, sweetheart," he said quietly before swirling his tongue around her clit again, delighting in the way her legs shook, the strangled whine that left her lips, and he pulled himself to his feet before bending down to capture her lips in a heated kiss.

She would be his sooner or later.


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