I'm pretty sure this is my longest chapter yet!

TW for dubcon

oOo

After a long and awkward silence, she finally said "You're serious."

"Obviously." He nodded. She started to reply but he held up a hand. "You don't need to decide now. Sleep on it. Think about it. I mean seriously think about it."

"No." She answered. "I won't do it."

"You didn't even think about it." He sighed.

"I don't have to, there's no way I'll do what you do. Theft and murder…"

There was a knock on the door, Hans stood and went to open it, but before he did he said "Just think about it."

It was Theo at the door, holding a few bags. He entered the room and immediately walked over to her as Hans shut the door behind him. Theo kneeled down next to her and began pulling things out of the bags. "I'm sorry, I didn't know what to get you." He held up a pair of pants and shirt that she could already tell were too big for her. "I didn't know your size, but I got the smallest they had anyway."

Hans reached into a bag and pulled out another shirt. They were all wool and flannel but at least not plaid. "It might've fit better if you had purchased women's clothes." He noted.

"They didn't have women's clothes. These are hunting lodges," Theo replied. "But this will have to work until we can find something better."

"It's fine, Theo, thank you." She answered, holding the articles of clothing in her lap.

Both men stood, staring awkwardly in the silence that followed. "O-Oh and I've got shoes…" Theo started looking at the bags, and started reaching for them when Hans cut him off.

"Very good, we'll find whatever is in there." He said as he placed his hand on the younger man's back and ushered him out the door. She heard him mutter as he closed the door, "Get the car loaded, we'll be along shortly."

Once the door was shut again, Charlie asked "You're still running?"

"We have a lot of ground to cover." He explained. "And the sooner we can leave, the faster it'll get done, so I need you to change into those quickly."

She looked down to the clothes in her lap, wanting to tell him 'No' and to sod off. She was glad to finally have something to change into, even if it didn't fit her. Looking back up to him she said, "Well, get out then."

"What?" He asked, looking affronted. "No! Use the bathroom if you're so modest."

"I can't even stand." She snapped.

He arched an eyebrow. "…Can you even dress yourself?"

"Yes." Came her quick reply.

"Can you?"

She started blushing again, glaring at him. "I'll manage."

The small smile returned to his lips for a brief second, and when he composed himself he said, "I'll help you to the bathroom." He slipped his arms around her and lifted her up. As he walked, she couldn't help but feel less like he was carrying her and more like she was being cradled. He seemed to be more protective of her than the last time she was this close to him. He was careful not to allow his grip anywhere too close to her cuts, and his gait was steady so as not to jostle her. He left her sitting on the toilet seat, and pulled the door behind him, leaving it slightly ajar. She wasn't comfortable with him being able to just walk in if he wanted but there was nothing to be done about it.

Getting the gown off again was just as easy as the last time but it took a bit longer to undo the strings. Her arm seemed to feel worse than last night, inflamed and heavy, and her fingers fumbled and shook. Even with the medicine, it was all she could bear just to sit still. Now, things that she used to do with ease, were taking three times as long because she had to stop every time she moved. She had one arm out of its sleeve and was working on the second- the one with the cuts- when there was a knock on the door.

"Almost done?"

"No." She ground out, annoyed.

"Well hurry it up, or I'll have to come in there."

She heard him walk away, and after more painful tugging, managed to remove the gown. Now standing naked and vulnerable, she grabbed one of the flannel shirts, and began undoing the buttons. It was large enough to pull over her shoulders but that wasn't going to happen anytime soon. It took even longer to get her injured arm through the shirt sleeve, and it was more painful because she was rushed. The fabric was soft to her fingers but felt like sandpaper on her cuts. The shirt was so large on her it was practically swallowing her, and it hung well past her hips, and the sleeves hung at least two inches past her extended fingers. When she had both arms in the sleeves, she started trying to button the shirt back up when Hans knocked again.

"Are you clothed yet? I'm coming in."

"No!" She yelped, struggling to hold both sides of the shirt closed over her chest.

Ignoring her, he walked into the tiny bathroom. "My apologies, but we really are on a tight schedule. Let's see…" He pulled her hands away from the fabric, thought for a second, and then lifted her swiftly onto the counter before she could protest. Bringing his attention back to the shirt and starting from the bottom, he began buttoning it up. The longer his hands lingered over her, the hotter her face became. She pressed her knees tightly together.

"Where are we going from here?" She asked, trying to distract herself from his closeness. His scent bringing inappropriate thoughts to mind. It was different now from the cologne he wore at Nakatomi but there was something still deliciously rich and cloying about it. She wondered if he had showered at all since that night.

"Ottawa." He replied, closing the final button just beneath her chin. Then he picked up the jeans and rolled up the end of the legs a few times. "Step into this." He said as he held the waistband open for her feet. There were no panties in the bag Theo had brought.

It was easy enough to step into the pants but she had to lift herself off of the counter with one arm, and balance herself on the floor with one leg, while Hans slowly lifted the pants over the sensitive cuts. She didn't miss his eyes lingering over her thighs and pelvis as his hands moved up her hips. When he realized he was caught looking, he didn't even look ashamed. Just a small smirk, an awkward cough, and a quick apology that in no way sounded sincere.

"You can put the shoes on in the car." He said as he zipped and buttoned the pants. They were too wide and hung low on her hips, threatening to fall and revealing much of her lower abdomen but luckily the oversized shirt covered that. Strangely she did feel a bit better now that she was in warmer, cleaner clothes.

"What's in Ottawa?" She asked. He hesitated.

"It's… a long way away at the moment, but I need to get off of the American continent as soon as possible because the FBI have probably figured out what happened and are looking for us by now."

"A plane to Germany?" She asked, trying to keep him on track. "That's what's in Ottawa?"

He smirked as he lifted her chin up, making her look him in the eye. "Clever," He said with an upward quirk of his lips. "and correct." Then he slipped his arms beneath her knees and around her back, lifting her up and carrying her from the room. Then grunted in pain and frustration as she began struggling in his grasp.

"I told you I'm not going to Germany!"

"Whoa, stop! Stop it!" He hissed, and to her surprise he eased her gently to the floor where she stumbled to the closest wall and balanced against it on her good leg, bracing her good arm against a nightstand. "You're getting ahead of yourself here." He insisted as he grabbed his upper ribcage under his arm where the bullet was still lodged. "You're three or four more days away from having to decide. If you've really considered my proposal, and you still don't want a taste of the good life, we will let you go."

"You promise?" She asked immediately, not that she could really trust his word.

"We'll get on the plane and you'll never see us again so long as we never hear from you either." He watched as she visibly relaxed, though still clearly nervous. "Just give me three days to convince you to join my crew."

"…I think a 'crew' usually consists of more than three people."

"We have many more associates than the ones who raided the Nakatomi building."

"Many more disposable people, you mean?" She retorted before she could think better of it. She saw the way his expression turned dark again. But this time she wasn't afraid anymore. The worst he could do was kill her and if he was to be believed, he had said he wouldn't. He had even said he didn't want to. But even if he did, she realized that she didn't care anymore. Not after everything she had just gone through.

"John McClane," He ground out carefully. "Killed my men. Had my plans not been interrupted, every single one of them would have lived to take a share of our haul."

She wanted to remind him that he, in fact, had blown up Eddie and Uli, and that she would be dead with the rest of the hostages had John not intervened, but decided now wasn't the best time to press those facts.

There was a knock at the door. Kristoff this time, wondering what the hold up was. With a defeated sigh, Hans nodded to him, lifted Charlie back up, and carried her to the car.

oOo

It was almost four in the morning as they drove through the night, and Charlie was getting tired again. She'd been on a weird inverted schedule ever since she woke up from her almost death. It wasn't easy to sleep in a moving vehicle for her but somehow she managed to nod off for what could have been a few hours. All she knew was that at some point, they stopped again for a hotel and she was too tired to even argue when Hans carried her inside. She rested her head against his shoulder as the sun pierced through her closed eyelids. Then they were indoors- their room for the day- and he was gently placing her under the covers, carefully tucking her in like a child. If she'd had the energy she would have been irritated about being treated so, but she simply wanted to sleep, not even stirring to the sound of them walking in and out of the room as they unloaded the bags.

The schedule for the next few days would be the same. Drive through the night while sleeping during the day. Whenever they were stopped at hotels, Hans would do his best to convince her of the more positive aspects of his lifestyle. It was clear to both of them that he wasn't getting through to her though, as for every point he tried to make she would counter it with something negative. His arguments were mostly about all the money they could "make" from their average jobs. She was unimpressed by this because they simply stole it. It wasn't truly earned. He tried taking a political stance, pointing out that they only really stole from large companies or groups that had made their profits off of the work of countless others who were only paid a meager wage. She did agree that those people needed to be held accountable but didn't agree that robbing them was proper justice. Not unless he planned to give that stolen money to those countless employees. Her disinterest in money was making it hard for him to convince her.

She had worked plenty of jobs from waiting tables to, well, working cybersecurity for a multinational corporation. She had grown up below the poverty line and had survived that, and she had lived in relative comfort working for Mr. Takagi. She knew there was always a way to earn what she needed, and she never needed much to be happy. So Hans couldn't find a workable angle to chip away at her defenses. That is, until one night he mentioned the traveling aspects. She was half sitting, half lounging on the bed they were sharing and had recently taken her painkillers, chasing them with a few small airplane bottles of vodka from the hotel's minibar in the hopes that it would help them kick in faster. She had done it before and knew that it would help her sleep better but it made her feel drunk faster too.

"You'll go all sorts of interesting places. I myself have been to thirteen countries." He said before taking a sip from his own bottle.

"Well if-…Really?" She asked, losing whatever retort she had for the comment.

He nodded, and sensing an opening, changed his pitch to the more exotic aspects. "I can speak six languages." He continued, watching for her reaction.

He wasn't disappointed as her eyes lit up and she repeated her question, this time with more interest. "Really?"

"You pick up a lot of useful skills, and visit a lot of beautiful places." He said and tilted the bottle up, emptying it in two swallows. When he went to the fridge to grab another- he was drinking whiskey- she asked for another drink as well.

"Have you ever tried a Jäger?" He asked curiously. The way his accent caressed the word 'Jäger' made her grin slightly.

"I'll stick to vodka."

He handed her the vodka as he sat on the bed next to her and a moment of silence passed as they both drank from their bottles, then he continued. "It really is a great way to see the world. There are sights so breathtaking…" She didn't miss the way his eyes seemed to glaze over, lost in some memory. "You haven't really lived until you've seen it."

She rolled over slightly so that she could face him better. "Like what?"

"Well, like… camping on a cliffside on a clear night and watching the stars roll overhead." He said, looking at the ceiling and waving his hand in an arc as if he could see the sky through it. "If you've never been above the Arctic Circle then you don't know what you're missing."

"Well I could just go camping if I wanted to do that." She replied.

Without missing a beat he continued. "Or making love on a beach while the sun sets."

The comment caught her off guard, making her blush. "I-I live in California. I see enough of that." She stammered, and then took a quick gulp to hide her embarrassment. Her heart was beating excitedly.

When he saw the rouge creep into her cheeks, his nostrils flared and he leaned closer, grinning. "Or perhaps making love… in a hotel in Canada?"

She managed to swallow her sip without choking, and luckily before he leaned his face in close to her neck and added in a slow velvety voice "On a bed of six hundred million dollars worth-"

"I already told you, it's not about money." She said, but still closed the distance between them.

The taste of vodka and whiskey didn't mix that well on their lips but she didn't care. He only seemed slightly surprised at first by her actions, but was quick to return the kiss. She felt him smile against her. Her hands went to his chest, pulling at his shirt while his went to her waist and hip. They broke apart for the briefest of moments to catch their breath, and then he rolled on top of her, resuming the kiss. Alcohol stung the healing cut on her lip but she didn't care. Her face throbbed when he touched her cheek, but she didn't care. He was making her feel wanted in a way she had never experienced before and she wanted more of it.

She was trying to lift his shirt over his waist while he did his best to unbutton hers when he moved his face to her neck. He slowly scraped his teeth along her skin in a teasing sort of bite, and it caused her to arch her spine suddenly as a pleasurable shock went through her. Her chest pressed against his and he groaned softly in response. The moment was almost ruined when he removed her pants too hastily and pain flared across her healing cuts, causing her to yelp. He gave her an apologetic look, before grinning slightly. Slowly and carefully he slid them down her legs and then he seemed to become hyper aware of the stitches, doing his best to avoid them as his fingers slid over her skin again.

Maybe if she hadn't been so inebriated she would have cared more about the severity of the situation, or how she was completely giving in to Stockholm syndrome. But in the moment all she could think about was her own desire. This had been brewing for some time, she knew. For her it started when he had definitely almost kissed her in Holly's office. Maybe it had for him too?

She firmly believed that Hans would kill her when she declined his offer to join him, as she planned to do. With the mindset of a person who didn't know if she was going to live or die, she wasn't inclined to care about anything she did anymore. So what if she wanted this? So what if he was a criminal?

She didn't stop him when he removed her pants, or when he relieved himself of his own clothes. Not when he pushed his fingers inside of her or when he unbuttoned her shirt exposing her breasts, his teeth and lips biting and kissing down her chest. He started out slow and careful, aware of her injuries, but toward the end even he was carried away by the moment. He pumped and stroked his fingers with skilled precision, watching her reactions carefully to gauge his performance.

For Charlie this was uncharted waters. Something strange and new was happening to her. Something she had only read about. A slow building pressure that seemed to blossom out from the apex of her labia like lightning. After one particularly delightful stroke of his fingers she felt her entire abdomen involuntarily clench in response and she gasped. He grinned and did it again, watching her convulse in pleasure. "Mein gott you are so wet." He said and she noted that his voice somehow sounded deeper, thicker even.

"H-Hans?" She asked in a small voice.

"Ja, liebchen?" He responded as he slid his fingers down to her opening and slowly slid the middle two inside her. Whatever she was going to ask or say was quickly forgotten as he slowly pushed two fingers into her folds, curling them and massaging the slick flesh within. A soft whimper escaped her throat before she could stop herself and her hips bucked up to meet his hand. "D-Don't stop! Oh my g- Oh!" Her thighs clenched together as something new happened. Deep in her abdomen she could feel muscles she had never felt before as they began spasming and clamping around his fingers in a rhythmic pulse. He continued to stroke his fingers inside of her as she rode out her first orgasm. He smiled, proud of himself for bringing her to climax so quickly. He could never have guessed that he had just given her her first orgasm. Or maybe he would have noticed if he had been more sober. Instead he was caught up in how delectable he suddenly found her, writhing underneath him like this and making such arousing sounds. Watching her abdomen clench and pulse as his fingers became wetter.

He removed his hand from between her legs, still glistening with her juices, and wiped the natural lubrication around the shaft of his erection. Before she had completely come down from her orgasm he maneuvered his hips between her knees and began teasing her entrance with the head of his cock, sliding it languidly between her folds. He became even harder when she began to moan in response. Her eyes were wide and trained on him with an expectant but uncertain look.

"Are you ready?" He asked in a voice that didn't sound like his anymore. He didn't know if he could stop himself now but the look in her eyes gave him reason to be concerned.

"I-... God, yes!" She lied. I certainly never expected my first time to be like this…

He smiled again and slowly slid himself easily into her slick channel, hissing in pleasure as her heat enveloped him. He pushed in all the way to his hilt and stopped. Under any other circumstance he would have already been fucking her senseless, but she was injured, and he didn't want this to be a painful experience. He was still trying to convince her to join him after all. It was taking all of his self control to stay mindful of her injuries now.

He started moving slowly with deep heavy thrusts, making the bed creak under their combined weight. Every time he bottomed out inside of her, her breath would hitch. She used her good leg to wrap one knee over his hip and the shift allowed him to hit a different angle. Her back arched off of the bed again as she gasped in delight, and he took the opportunity to suck and lick at her exposed nipples.

Oh my god!

His hands were everywhere; squeezing her breasts, her hips, her ass. He brushed his fingers through her hair, only to grab a fistful and yank her head back to expose her neck. He bit her in the place where her neck met her shoulder and sucked the sensitive flesh as he drove her to her second climax, grinding his pelvis roughly into hers, thrusting even harder. She let out a soft, half choked wail as her inner walls clamped wildly around his cock and he clutched her to him tightly when he finally emptied himself deep inside of her. Pulling her hips hard against him as he impaled her, forcing himself deeper as he released spurt after spurt of his built up tension in a deep guttural groan. The stress of the last several days seemed to completely dissipate with their climax. It was a brief but intense moment, leaving them both sweaty and naked on the bed they shared. He collapsed against her gasping for air, but after a minute to catch his breath he lifted himself up on shaking arms and stared down at the woman he was still inside of. She stared up at him with an astonished look, her face flushed with an arousing glow and her hair wild and splayed on the bedspread. He couldn't help the smile that spread on his face as his sense of possession of her grew into outright obsession. Though he didn't know it yet, he had just made a woman of her. Even still, he knew that she was now his. He'd be damned if he ever let anyone else touch her.

oOo

Almost immediately after catching his breath, he got up and went to take a shower while she sat in her post-coital bliss. So that's what all the fuss is about? Guess I was missing out all this time. She thought with a smile as she did her best to ignore the hurt she was feeling at his retreat to the bathroom. She carefully curled onto her uninjured side- now very aware of the sore, overtaxed muscles deep inside of her- and slipped into a heavy, alcohol, opioid and orgasm induced sleep. She was deep into unconsciousness when he finished his shower and left.

He walked next door to the adjacent hotel room where Kristoff and Theo were drinking beer and playing some kind of card game absentmindedly as they watched TV. Hans raided their mini fridge and sat down, Theo casually dealing him into the game. They sat in silence for a while as the cards were shuffled, but Theo was the first to speak.

"You…You didn't..?" He asked suddenly, taking note of Hans' relaxed state. Relaxed, for the first time in days.

After a second to realize that he was being addressed, Hans replied "Me? 'I didn't' what?"

Theo placed his cards facedown on the table and said "Please tell me you didn't just rape her."

For a split second Hans looked confused, but then he was insulted. "What? No! Of course not! Theo! What kind of person do you take me for?"

Theo relaxed a bit, even sighing slightly. "Okay." He relented. "Okay, sorry, I didn't mean to accuse you of-"

"It was completely consensual." Hans interrupted the younger man, and then cracked open one of the cans of beer and took a sip, grimacing at the flavor. "Ugh. American beer is disgusting."

"God damn it, Hans!" Theo swore.

Kristoff wolf whistled his approval to Hans.

"What?" Hans asked, glancing over his cards. "I said I didn't rape her."

"She's in a very… delicate state right now. Mentally and emotionally." Theo argued, throwing his own cards to the table. "And you took advantage of her."

"Maybe she took advantage of me?" Hans countered.

"I seriously doubt that's how it went down."

"She wanted it. She kissed me." Hans argued. "I just returned the favor… with interest."

"You know you just said exactly what every rapist says?"

"Feel free to ask her if you like." Hans said with a shrug. "I did."

Theo was about to reply but Kristoff interrupted. "Pay up." He said, holding his hand out expectantly.

"What's this?" Hans asked.

With a sigh Theo reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes- the last of his Camels- and handed them to the other man.

Kristoff pulled one out and stuck it behind his ear before putting the rest of the pack in his shirt pocket. "I bet him rest of his cigarettes that she would- how you say?- 'come on' to you?"

"Oh, really?" Hans asked, raising an eyebrow. "And you?" He asked Theo.

"He bet me case of beer that you would make pass at her first." Kristoff said when Theo didn't answer.

After a long sip from his beer Hans said "I guess you did mean to accuse me of it." He motioned for Kristoff to hand him a cigarette too, which he did. He didn't feel the need to mention that they had both technically won. He hadn't kissed her first but he had sort of made the first move.

"It's not like that." Theo said. "Look at the situation she's in. What you did to her. She almost died because of us, and she probably thinks we're going to kill her- which reminds me- what are we going to do with her? I hope you're not planning on bringing her along with us?"

Hans' expression turned serious. "Not that it's any of your business, Theo, but I have offered her a job."

This surprised Theo, who seemed to calm slightly. "What job?"

"Yours."

"…Excuse me?!"

"Yours." He repeated.

"Merde!" Kristoff swore, his eyes wide as he glanced between the two men.

Hans continued. "She was able to do your job faster than you."

"She also designed the system that she cracked." Theo snapped. "Any amateur could do that!"

"She only designed the final lock." Hans corrected.

"And a few of the others." Theo shot back.

"But not all."

"Dammit, Hans, this is ridiculous!"

"Don't worry, Theo." Hans said with a slight smile. "I don't think she has any taste for our lifestyle."

"She declined?"

"Not yet, but I can tell she wasn't sold on the idea."

"Of course she wasn't." Theo scoffed. "So then what are you going to do?"

After a moment to carefully choose his words, Hans gave up and simply said "Let her go."

Kristoff and Theo both stared at him as if he'd lost his mind. "You're going to ruin the whole operation!" Theo snapped. "What's left of it anyway."

"The operation is over. We have the money."

"It's not over if we don't get away with it!" Theo pointed out. "If you let her go, what's to stop her from blabbing to the police as soon as she's free? We'll find Interpol waiting for us the second we land."

"…This is true." Hans admitted. "I told her that if she didn't accept the job offer I would let her go, but I only said that because I was sure I could convince her."

"So, we kill her?" Kristoff offered, and Theo seemed to agree to this, albeit reluctantly.

"No." Hans said firmly.

"What? Why not?" Theo asked.

"I promised her." Was the reply he gave, but the one he had stopped himself from saying was: 'Because she's mine!'

They sat in another moment of silence, still holding their cards but the game was forgotten. Theo finally asked, "When exactly did she stop being a hostage?"

"She's still a hostage." Hans assured, trying not to show weakness, and angry that Theo was challenging him.

"Then why can't we kill her?"

"Because," Hans said, after finishing his beer. "I made a promise and I intend to keep it, now are you going to help me figure out a way we can let her go without compromising our escape, or do I have to do everything?"