A/N: Yes it's Teslen and no I have not abandoned my John/Helen stance. This is an apology fic to Pooka because I'm an ass and I need to learn that no matter how I feel about an actor I should respect other people's thoughts on the subject. And that my humor does not work across the internet. So yeah, Sorry Pooka.
Helen let out a sleepy murmur as consciousness began to come back to her. She had never felt so relaxed in all her life. A smile crept over her face as the events of last night washed over her. Nikola had certainly gone all out for their anniversary. Helen didn't know he was such an old fashioned romantic.
First it had been a flight on her private jet with champagne and roses. Their destination had turned out to be an island just off the coast of Greece. Nikola had rented a villa just for the two of them. The day had been spent strolling around, just being together. Helen liked the feeling of being able to be with her lover with no distractions or worries to get in their way. Dinner had been in their room by candle light. Nikola hadn't let her use any utensils. He insisted on feeding her himself. It made Helen giggle even now. After dinner, nearly the entire night had been spent in bed. Or in the bed room at least, which also bathed in candle light. Only part of it was actually spent on the bed.
"What is it you're finding so funny at such an ungodly hour," her bedmate grumbled.
"Ungodly hour?" Helen asked, rolling over to face Nikola. "I wasn't aware that nine in the morning was an ungodly hour."
"After the way we spent last night, it is," Nikola told her.
"Then I suppose we'll have to curb such activities in the future," Helen told him with mischief in her eyes. She let the sheet slip down to her stomach.
Nikola let out a growl. "Helen Magnus, you are a teasing little minx," he informed her.
"And do you intend to do anything about it?" she asked in challenge.
Nikola quickly pinned her to the bed and looked down at her. "Oh, I have such plans for you," he stated with a wicked smile.
For the next two hours all that could be heard throughout the villa were the sounds of pleasure. When Nikola finally let her up for air, Helen grinned at him. "Don't we need to be on a plane headed for home at some point?" she panted.
Nikola began to work his mouth over his neck again as he answered. "That's the wonderful thing about owning a private jet," he told her. "You can set the flight schedule." The wicked gleam returned to his eyes. "And I'm far from done with you."
Helen let out a full throated laugh. "Then by all means, sir, have at it."
"Oh, I will," Nikola confirmed. That was the last coherent word spoken by either of them until very late that night.