Klaroline au/ah: Klaus is a customs officer at Melbourne airport, Caroline is moving to Australia for work but has never been through customs before and forgets to declare some items not allowed in to Australia, Klaus then checks her luggage and as he's checking finds lingerie and sex toys leaving Caroline rather embarrassed. I got the idea for this prompt from an Australian show Border security for all those who don't know :)

Okay, yes I said I wasn't going to do any more prompts but I did say I'd try to do the ones I had, so here is a short one for you lovely themikaelsoncupcake. I know this show well, I always find it fascinating what people try and smuggle into the country.

Excess Baggage

Melbourne Airport, Victoria

"I swear, what have you got in this bag, it must weigh a tonne," Katherine grumbled, pulling her baggage off the carousel and dumping it on the floor unceremoniously.

"I did just move over to the other side of the world Kat, so I had to bring a few things I really needed," she drawled. "You know you didn't have to come with me."

"What are BFFs for, Care?" She asked, hands on hips. "Although I definitely deserve some bonus friend points for sitting on a plane for a whole day. It felt like we were going to the moon, not Australia."

"I know, it makes me realise just how far away I am from everyone," she sighed, trying not to cry again. She figured she'd shed enough tears at JFK to last a lifetime, obviously she was wrong.

Caroline was a fashion writer for Vogue in New York City and as much as she loved her job, there wasn't any chance for career progression in that office. When the Fashion Editor position had come up in their Australian office, Caroline knew this was her chance. Of course there would be applicants from all over the world and she didn't hold out much hope, until she got the call.

She honestly never believed it would happen, but here she was starting a brand new job in a brand new city. Her cousin Matt had horrified her with stories about all the deadly animal species in Australia, obviously in hopes of making her stay in the States. It had almost worked but she kept telling herself that Funnel Web spiders were only native to New South Wales and she figured brown snakes didn't just slither into multi story apartments in the city, well she hoped not anyway.

"Well, I'm more than happy to stay around for a while, you know to help you settle in to your new place," she replied, as they made their way towards the customs line.

"You are such a liar."

"Excuse me?"

"You're only here so you can bed some hot Aussie guys, preferably ones that resemble the Hemsworth brothers."

"Fine, there may be some truth to that but I'm more than happy to share them around, you know like a good friend would."

"Thanks, I think," she said, raising her eyebrows.

"Oh wow, speaking of hot Aussies," Katherine purred, gesturing to the counters ahead where one of the custom officers was examining a bag. "He can search my baggage any time."

"Kat!" Caroline hissed, noticing a few curious looks from other travelers in the line. "Sorry, I just can't take her anywhere."

"Don't tell me you weren't thinking the same thing," she shot back. "Ah-ha, that tell tale blush just proves I'm right, as usual."

"He's not overly bad to look at, I guess," she offered, hypnotised by his crimson lips and those adorable dimples he was flashing. She wondered how it would feel to run her hands through his dark blonde curls and stare into those deep blue orbs.

"Excuse me, miss?" Caroline broke out of her trance, to be met with the eyes she'd been fantasizing about. "It's your turn." She couldn't mistake his crisp English accent, obviously Katherine's instincts were wrong.

She continued to stare unable to form words, she felt Katherine give her an encouraging nudge. "Way to be obvious, Care," she whispered in her ear. Caroline decided to blame her apparent lack of social skills on the untoward thoughts her best friend had planted.

"Hi," she murmured, unable to look at him directly, he was just that gorgeous. He even made the plain navy uniform look good, and that was saying a lot.

"Can you hand me your bag please, miss?"

"Oh yes, of course," she stammered, thinking what an idiot she must look like. She attempted to lift her bag, forgetting just how heavy it was. She struggled for a moment, looking over helplessly to Katherine who was too busy batting her eyelashes in his direction to notice. "Kat!"

"Oh, sorry," she apologised, picking up one end while Caroline held the other. Once her bag was on the counter and she was faced with him again, she felt her cheeks flush knowing it wasn't from the exercise required to lift her over weight bag. She noticed his name badge thinking just how sexy the name Niklaus was.

"Can I have your incoming passenger card too, miss?" Why did he have to sound so sexy saying miss? She was pretty sure he'd sound just as heavenly using her actual name.

Now, just to remember where had she put that stupid card thing. "I think it's in your passport there," he suggested, gesturing to her hand. Could this get any worse? She passed it over, sending him a shy smile.

"Thank you," he smiled, knowingly. "I understand this process can seem invasive but really there's no need to be nervous, miss." If only he knew that he was the one making her nervous, not the process.

"It's Caroline," she blurted out, without thinking. "I mean that's my name."

"That's a lovely name, Caroline," he smirked, obviously trying not to laugh. The way her name rolled off his tongue was as beautiful as she'd expected. "Now, this card says you have nothing to declare."

"No, I don't." She replied, confidently. Being so organised and such a control freak, Caroline knew she'd followed all the rules. She wanted her time in Australia to get off to a good start, after all.

"Well, that's good to hear, but I'll still need to conduct a routine search of your bag, Caroline," he explained, unzipping it slowly. She was trying to focus on her bag but his aftershave was making her slightly dizzy. It didn't help that Katherine was watching their exchange with avid interest, her arms crossed over her chest.

Caroline felt herself freeze momentarily remembering just what was in her suitcase. She hadn't expected this random and absolutely handsome guy to be rifling through her personal belongings. As his hands made their way over her red lace bra and panties set, her satin white negligee and her silky black teddy she was trying not to squirm. Could this get any more embarrassing?

As he dug down further, she watched in horror as he pulled out her vibrator and placed it on the table to make more space, yep it could definitely get more embarrassing. Caroline wished she could melt into a puddle on the floor, all she hoped was that this wasn't being televised and he'd choose to skip over her assortment of sex toys. She had her needs and who was this smug guy to judge?

After what seemed like an eternity, his attentions moved towards her handbag. He rifled through and for once Caroline was relieved because she knew there were no embarrassing articles there. What he did produce was a red apple, not what she was expecting at all. Where the hell did that come from?

"Do you realise it is illegal to bring fruit into Australia?"

"I didn't even know it was there," she spluttered, the word illegal bouncing around in her head. Caroline was a stand up citizen, she didn't break laws. "I must have forgotten it was there when I changed bags."

She realised that she'd taken it to work for lunch a few days ago and switched handbags at the very last moment, throwing her belongings on top in her rush to get to the airport. Why did she have to carry so much junk?

"You'll have to follow me, miss," he said sternly. Now they were back to miss, she really was in trouble. She gave Katherine a worrying glance.

"I'm coming too," Katherine piped up, following along next to her. "Get him to handcuff you if you can, that would be really kinky."

"I can't believe you're thinking about that when I'm possibly facing prosecution."

"It was an apple, surely they can get over it and if there's a chance for some naughty fun, why not indulge? I couldn't think of a better way to celebrate your arrival down under. Plus, he has seen all your lingerie and sex toys so he knows you're up for a fun time."

"You can wait outside," he called out to Katherine as she followed him inside sheepishly. He took them into a small office and even with all the trouble she was in, Caroline was trying not to look at his cute ass as it wiggled while he walked. He sat down across the desk from her clasping his hands together.

"By bringing in fresh fruit, you have breached the Quarantine Act of 1908, Miss Forbes," he reeled off consulting the passport she had relinquished.

"It was an accident," she argued. "I mean, it's just a little apple."

"An apple that might carry diseases and spread throughout the country threatening Australia's biosecurity."

"Okay, but I didn't mean to do it, and to be honest apples aren't even my favourite fruit."

"That's your argument?"

"If Johhny Depp and Amber Herd can smuggle their dogs on a private jet into Queensland and Bart Simpson can unleash a bullfrog epidemic, I think a measley little apple doesn't even compare."

"Now you're using celebrities and a cartoon character to try and talk your way out of this."

"Well, given my obvious lack of knowledge on Australian customs law it's the best I could come up with. Are you going to arrest me?"

"As much as your friend wants me to handcuff you, I won't this time," he grinned knowingly, she felt her cheeks heat up embarrassed that he'd overheard their conversation. "I'm going to throw out the offending apple and issue you with a fine."

"Is that all?"

"Well, I'm not sure what you call a $220 fine but yes that is all except for some advice," he smirked. "Just so you know, they have an array of apples here in Australia; you didn't need to bring your own."

"Gee, thanks," she replied, deadpan snatching the paper from him and standing up. "So if that's everything…"

"I'd like to make it up to you though."

"Oh, are you going to pay my fine?"

"No, but I'd like to take you on a date, Caroline." He suggested, handing over her passport.

"Oh is this your line? Your way of coming onto poor, unsuspecting women?"

"No, only those that like fruit," he teased. "I'm joking. Look, I think we could have a good time but if you're not interested…"

"I might be," she shot back. "How about I let you know, Niklaus."

"Fine by me, love. But you can call me Klaus. And who knows maybe if you agree you won't need that vibrator anymore."