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[mikaels-son]

[chair meme]

"Klaus?" Caroline called out while meandering through his New Orleans home. Or at least what she thought was his home. She'd checked the address twice before entering, but the original hybrid seemed nowhere to be found. "Klau...?" Her questioning call was cut short as she swung open the door to the next room on her path and was greeted with the sight of Klaus naked and bound to a chair. Blue eyes widened as they trailed over his naked form for a moment. "Looks like someone's been having a bit of fun." a giggle slipped past her lips. Her expression grew contemplative as she moved farther into the room, stopping a few steps away from him. "You know... when you spoke of lechery and 'letting a gentleman have his fun' I thought you were referring to yourself as a man of action... not someone who sat idly by while someone else has their fun."

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           Rolling his eyes at her mocking, Klaus struggled in the bonds. He had heard her coming the moment she'd entered the home, and had made every effort since that point to loosen the ropes, cut the ties, anything. But she had made the move far faster than he had, and Klaus was powerless from this point, her hips swaying into the room as they had no business to. At least not when he was on display to her like this. "Very funny," he spoke as boldly as his pride would allow, a tenor that sounded almost foreign to him. "If you would be so kind?" He asked, attempting to shift somewhat, the nakedness not bothering him so much as her appreciation of it. This was not exactly the predicament he expected Caroline to happen upon him in.

[mikaels-son]

          There was instability in her eyes that Klaus enjoyed, a simpleness that left her as vulnerable as he was. Shifting in his seat, he let his eyes scour her body, clothed as she was and took in the blush at her cheeks. She had been so careful in her movements, her line of sight that he could not help but grin. Klaus tilted his chin up, jaw firm as he spoke. "It's your choice, love. Untie me or leave me here, either way I have little choice in the matter," his muscles slackened then, some form of ease, of understanding. "Annie, would you please untie me?" He asked politely, the first sign of civility he could pass.

[mikaels-son]

          He was so pleased by the look, he couldn't find the good grace to look away. Even the sound of her voice was worthy of his difficult smile. Klaus paused, leaning against the desk in front of her. "You seem to have made a habit of showing up in my home bound," Klaus grinned, crossing his arms over his chest and letting his eyes sweep over her once more, no longer attempting to hide any hint of arousal at the situation. "What have you planned for me next then? A gag and corset?"

[mikaels-son]

[naked to a chair meme] "I'm not sure whether to laugh or see about getting compelled to forget this."

          "Don't pretend you haven't considered it, you might be one of the few beings of this world capable of such an accomplishment."

[mikaels-son]

"Well, this certainly is a turn of the tables." Katherine said dauntingly from behind Klaus' naked form. "Wouldn't want to meet the person who restrained /you/."

          "This doesn't involve you, Katerina," he growled, hands flexing under the strength of the ropes, his eyes were angry, desperate to glower at her though he'd not the fortune of her face to agonize.

[mikaels-son]

[chair meme] Ric raised an eyebrow, not hiding how he swept his eyes up and down Klaus' exposed frame. "Am I interrupting something?"

          Trying once more at the bonds, Klaus looked up, watching Alaric Saltzman look over him were he some prized show dog, appraising him obviously. He loathed it. "Yes, now get out," he replied shortly, not wishing to spend more time under his assessment. Still his wrists flexed and he found himself trapped.