A/N: Here we are, guys! The first love scene of Just a Little While. I wanted to do this one first because I really and truly think that this is what could have happened. As well as what certain characters may have done given their past behaviors over the years. Sorry it's so short, I really struggled with this one, going back and forth to it. It took a while to write it simply because once I started, I wasn't even sure I wanted to do it.

Going Under

She ran into his office shouting his name, "Nikolas! Nikolas!" Tears streamed down her face, dampening the soft material of her pink cashmere sweater. Her brown hair was a mess, pieces of it coming down from it's once neat bun. The Russian prince stood from his place at his desk and rushed to meet her halfway, his face a mask of confusion. He held her at arms length, getting a good look at her. "What is it, Elizabeth?" he asked, pulling her to him. He rested his chin on top of her head and let her cry for a moment.

When she answered him, it was not the news he wanted to hear. Jason Morgan remembered who he was. Their plan was fast going down the drain and Nikolas wondered how quickly they could move into "Plan B." Elizabeth explained what happened between her and Jason, making sure Nikolas knew Jason had no clue he was part of it. "It's ok, Liz. We'll figure this out," he tried to reassure her. She shook her head and broke away from him. "It wasn't supposed to happen, Nikolas. He wasn't supposed to remember. You said he wouldn't!" Elizabeth began to pace the very expensive rug beneath her knee-high boots. "You said Helena made sure Jason would never remember who he was!"

Nikolas shook his head at her and rubbed his forehead, "Obviously she was wrong and in turn, I was wrong. He remembers, so we move on. There's little else we can do now." He grabbed her by the shoulders, her pacing beginning to give him a headache. "Elizabeth, I will take care of everything. What's done is done and we can't change that. But I promise you, this. By the time we're done, Jason will be yours again. If you still want him."

Elizabeth just nodded as she took comfort in Nikolas' arms. She needed him, thanked every God from every religion that Nikolas was there for her. Always had been, and always would be no matter what she did. They stood there for a moment longer before Elizabeth leaned back to look up at him. "Thank you. Thank you for everything. I know how hard this must be for you," Elizabeth said with a small smile through her tears. Of course she knew Nikolas was still in love with her. It's what made every part of this plan so much easier. Nikolas would do anything for her, but she needed to make sure he would take it a step further.

Her arms snaked about his neck, pulling him closer. Their lips connected in a brutal kiss and his hand went to her hair. He pulled it loose from what remained of her bun and ran his hands through the strands. Everything about Elizabeth was intoxicating to him. Their tongues mingled as she unbuttoned his shirt and ran her hands down his chest to his belt. Nikolas broke their kiss by grasping the bottom of her sweater and bringing it over her head. He stared at the swell of pale flesh jutting out from her bra. His lips attacked the skin there, eliciting moans from Elizabeth.

Nikolas lifted her from the floor, wrapping her legs around his waist. He carried her to his desk where with one swipe of his arm threw the items from his desk to the floor. He sat her on the desk and she shivered at the frantic pace with which he removed her jeans. She unsnapped his black slacks and let them fall to the floor, smirking when she was greeted by the large bulge in his boxer briefs. Elizabeth ran her fingers along the length of his shaft, scraping her nails over the material blocking her from her goal.

With one hand sliding down her flat belly into the depths of her panties, Nikolas unhooked her bra with the other. His lips found the perked nipple of her left breast. He nipped at her nipple with his teeth before enclosing his mouth over her breast, sucking the flesh into his mouth. Elizabeth opened her legs to him, pulling him closer to her wetness. Her hands slipped under the elastic of his briefs and gripped his ass.

The sounds she was making for him were driving Nikolas crazy. He gripped the sides of her panties and ripped them visciously away from her body. Ridding himself of his own underwear he drove himself into her dripping core. Over and over he pounded into her, his desk scraping across the floor the harder he pushed. Elizabeth wrapped her legs around him just under his ass. She became desparate for his cock. Her nails scraped down his back and she bucked beneath him, wanting more. Needing everything he had to give her.

Nikolas was frantic now, his hips shoving his way in and out of her, his lips sucking and biting at the swells of her breasts and around her nipples. Her short words of encouragement drove him over the edge, his body spasmed as he came inside her forcing her into her own orgasm. Slowing his thrusts, he rested his head in the crook of her neck and pressed soft kisses to her skin. She clenched her muscles around his cock, coaxing the last of his cum into her. If she couldn't have Jason, Nikolas was the next best.