Klaroline Spies AU- One of my favourite prompts to write. This will also be a full length AU eventually.
"Son of a bitch." She hisses through her teeth as she snatches a glass of champagne off a passing tray. She adjusts her trajectory slightly, trying not to make it obvious that she'd been making a bee line for the host of this party, and coincidentally her mark for this particular mission.
"Do I need to be concerned?" Bonnie's voice blares through her earpiece, and she schools her features into an impassive expression as she snatches a grape from another passing tray.
"Negative." She replies as she pops the fruit into her mouth, hips swaying as she circles the floor slowly, considering her options.
She narrows her eyes at the head of sandy blonde curls obscuring her view. The suit he's wearing is expensive looking, the cut of the fabric pulling deliciously at his shoulders and back.
To the intelligence world, Niklaus Mikaelson is a ghost. Despite the British accent that bleeds into his speech, MI6 lay no claim to him. The CIA disavow any and all knowledge of him, and there's half a dozen organisations that would literally kill to have him on their rosters.
He simply appears and then disappears at the oddest of moments. And there'd been that one night in Budapest where he'd fucked her into the mattress, blowing her mind and rocking her world in every conceivable way.
As if sensing the force of her glare he turns, amusement tugging at his lips and eyes brimming with mirth as he excuses himself from his conversation. The conversation she should have been having with her mark.
It takes him awhile to reach her, and she keeps herself busy, working the room and the male guests, ensnaring them with her smile and the heat from her eyes.
She feels rather than sees him stop beside her and cocks her head to the side.
"Fancy seeing you here love." He remarks lightly, eyes sweeping the floor, the exits, the entrances.
"The same could be said for you." She replies pointedly, draining the rest of her glass and setting it on one of the many tables scattered around the room.
She takes his offered hand and allows him to pull her onto the dance floor.
"Well you do know how I love a good party." He quips, hand settling in comfortably on the small of her back, the other gripping hers. "You're wasting your time here you know." He adds, melting into the steps of the salsa, her body melding against his as they dance.
"Am I?" She asks mildly, loud enough for Bonnie to hear as well through the earpiece.
Klaus dips her suddenly, nosing along the column of her throat as he laughs gently into her ear.
"Hello Ms Bennett." He murmurs, just loud enough for Bonnie to pick up.
"Son of a bitch. I'm out. Call me if you need extraction." Bonnie says in disgust, well aware of her previous tryst with Klaus.
She keeps her grip on his shoulders as he spins her out and then in again, pressing his chest to her back.
"Unfortunately for you darling, your mark isn't in attendance tonight. Although Marcel Gerard is certainly a person of interest, he's just one of many persons of interest."
"And let me guess you're investigating them?"
"With a little help from Kol of course." He replies with a winning smile as he twists her around to face him.
"Of course."
"I'm bored. Want to ditch this party?"
She shrugs, gripping the lapels of his jacket and pulling him in for a searing kiss. He groans into her mouth, and she grins victoriously, revelling at having the upper hand for once.
"My room or yours?"