A/N: This fic is for Chartreusean and Emmy1512 who are masters of the whip (best not to ask and just do as they say), which has been cradled in their loving arms as they patiently (or maybe not so patiently) waited for my household to be well enough again that I could write. Their ways with which they mingled the word 'please' in between skillful lashes sparked this idea.
For you, and yeah yeah, I'll get right on BWBW as soon as I can think straight.
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He was going to ruin her because he loved her. It was time. After 130 years he had lost patience and tonight he would show her what she meant to him. He would use every trick in his arsenal to ruin her. She would be his or spend the rest of her long days yearning for what only he could give her.
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Nikola held her lightly by her waist but otherwise he hadn't yet touched her. His body was impossibly close, so close that it felt like his very soul was caressing her body, making her tingle with need. But she would hold firm in her resolve, just like she had for two and a half centuries now. But the way his breath ghosted over the nape of her neck and the minute sigh that escaped his lips as he drank in the scent of her, it was becoming pure hell not to just jump him right there on the couch.
As if reading her mind the door to the study magically closed on its own and the lock slid in place with an audible click.
Helen screwed her eyes shut and concentrated on keeping her breath steady. She would not show one hint to that pesky Vampire as to how effected she was purely by his proximity.
His face traced within millimeters of her own as he took in her every feature. She should kick his ass, she really should, but she was purely unable to put a stop to it; frozen, not in fear but in desire and conflict.
Caressing sensations washed over her from her head to her toes in slow seductive waves prickling gooseflesh in its wake. It was like an awakening from within. Her breath hitched, her head lolled back and her back arched slightly all on its own will. Betrayed, by her own body. Oh she was going to make him pay once he released her from whatever spell he had manage to put her under. Cheeks were flushed and nipples stood erect. Her eyes opened just enough to see that oh so sexy smirk of triumph mixed with boyish wonder on his face as he somehow managed to caress her senseless without so much as a physical touch.
Heat was beginning to build uncomfortably in her core as he continued his agonizingly slow gaze across her body, always staying just far enough way to not be physically touching, but close enough her body ached to close that last hairsbreadth of space to grace any part of her body against his mouth.
Slow warm sensations began to caress her swollen folds and lap forward towards her womb and back again like waves kissing the hot sand of the beach. Helen slowly let out a shuddering breath as the caresses of her body inside and out increased in tempo ever so slightly. She knew what he was doing, he was making love to her with his mind, with his electric abilities; teasing her, showing her what she's been missing.
"Nikola" she breathed headily, taking hold of his head that had returned once more to trace an invisible path microns above her skin. She raked her fingers through those tousled locks.
"Why Helen Magnus," he crooned low just by her ear, the proximity alone vibrated her skin as his smooth silky voice caressed her auditory senses. His voice, especially when spoken in that particular octave was like a skilled cellist gliding his bow across the strings that gave off the very note that harmonized with her inner frequency. "I do believe you are breaking the rules. No touching remember?"
"I only told you not to touch me. Not the other way around."
"Oh. But you want me to, your body begs for it."
She could practically hear the smirk in his voice.
"N-nonsense" she tried, but failed miserably at producing a convincing tone. She was going to kill him. She was going to ride him senseless, and then kill him, possibly resuscitate him and repeat the process. Either way, he was a dead Vampire.
Helen had had enough, and pulled him into a searing kiss, one that made him momentarily lose all coherent thought, let alone remember his master plan. As she started to tear at his clothes, he fought himself for control. By the time he was able to tear away from her frenzied hands he has lost his jacket, vest and most of the buttons to his crisp baby blue shirt.
He tasted of fine wine, too fine of wine. 'Damn him, he found my bottle of 1870 Lafite.' While time travel did have its advantages and she was able to procure such a vintage while it was still relatively young, it was worth over $15,000 a bottle today, and was meant as a birthday gift. Exacting a little revenge she bit down rather harshly on his bottom lip and fisted his hair even tighter.
Hissing in pleasure his eyes transformed as he nearly lost control. After a moment he was able to snap pull of it and use his magnetic powers to pull her wrists back and suspend them above her head. Thank God she was wearing bracelets or he may never have been able to pry her off.
Breathing heavily he chastised, "Patience my dear Helen. You need to slow down and let me love you the way you deserve to be loved."
She just glared at him coolly, "What I deserve is to shoot you for getting me this worked up in the first place."
Nikola shot her a sarcastic smirk, one of those that secretly made her want to grab him by his spiky hair and have her way with him. "We can get kinky later," then his expression softened, "my love."
Helens face transformed into one of slight shock at the endearment. It was said with so much tenderness she nearly believed he wanted to love her rather than simply make love to her.
He cradled the back of her head and looked so deeply into her eyes that she felt utterly exposed, like he was dredging up every secret desire she had ever had about the man. The almost haunted look in his eyes brought a lump to her throat as she realized he was serious about showing her just how much he felt for her.
Helen relented and let her muscles relax, no longer fighting him for dominance. He released his magnetic hold on her arms and she snaked them around his waist. Internally she berated herself for always giving into him, never being able to tell him no when he was completely serious about something.
He kissed her so tenderly she had to blink back moisture in her eyes. This was a Nikola she had never seen before. Sure she had seen him exposed emotionally once or twice, he had shown her kindness and tenderness before but nothing like this. He took his time with his tender ministrations, both with physical and electrical touches.
With each tender kiss, with each velvety touch she felt truly and utterly worshiped as his hand traced lightly over her soft skin.
His lithe hands gently and slowly traced over her neck and collar bone as he kissed and nipped at her jaw line while simultaneously using his abilities to undo the buttons of her shirt one by one.
She let out a breathy "ahhhhh…" of a moan as his lips found their way to her neck and his hands slid the silk of her shirt off her shoulders. With a click her bra unclasped and it too fell away from her shoulders.
As he kissed his way down her neck and chest, his thumb raked along the sides of her breasts eliciting a small moan as she arched into him, silently begging for more contact.
He pushed her body back to lay with the contour of the couch giving him room to kiss and taste his way down her chest to the beautiful breasts that awaited his attentions. He had all he could do to keep control and keep the punishingly slow pace with which he explored her body.
As he came to her nipple, he lovingly stroked it with his hot, moist tongue.
Helen couldn't take it anymore and laced her fingers through his hair and holding his head to her breast.
He obliged taking the nipple fully into his mouths, caressing it with his tongue and he was rewarded with a low, pleasurable moan that sent shivers through his own body.
Nikola quickly slid up her body creating glorious friction as she felt the effect she was having on him through their clothing. He captured her mouth in a breathtaking, tender kiss. A hand slid down her side to her thigh coming dangerously close to where she wanted to be touched the most. The action caused her to sigh into his mouth, opening just slightly but it was the opening he needed to slip his tongue past her lips and glide across hers.
Helen ran her own hands down his back and over his toned ass before circling around to pull the rest of his shirt from his waistband. Her fingers fumbled with his belt as his passionate kisses distracted her from her task.
"Clothes…"she gasped as he turned his attention to suckling her neck. "…Nikola….please." she begged.
He pulled back and looked at her, nodding slightly in agreement, but pressed his lips lovingly to hers as another surge of electricity raced across her skin and she again gasped in pleasure.
Nikola reluctantly pulled back from her heated body and slid off the couch. He pulled her heels off and tossed them carelessly aside. He pulled down her skirt and unclasped her thigh highs from her garter and rolled them slowly down her legs. The garter quickly followed and she was left in nothing but a pair of silky blue panties the same shade as her eyes.
Seizing on his momentary hesitation as he stood and looked her over, Helen sat up and grabbed him by the pants yanking him towards her. She ran her hands over his abdomen and to his buckle. She undid the button and zip and slid them to his ankles relishing in the feel of his firm ass under her hands.
He bent down and removed his shoes and socks before returning his attention to Helen. He hooked his fingers in the band of her panties and slid them down, kissing a hot trail from the small swell of her stomach to her hip bone as he did so. He spent an agonizingly long time kissing and nipping at the tender flesh so close yet so far away to where she wanted it. When she growled in frustration, he relented, kissing the soft curls covering her mound with a grin.
Standing, he slipped off his boxers before crawling atop of her on the couch. He returned to kissing and caressing her body as he positioned himself unawares at her entrance. The feeling of his caresses, kisses and the gentle laps of electricity was keeping her senses fully occupied. Without warning he slid into her, trying to keep a lid on a near whimper that threatened to escape his lips as her eyes flew open and she gasped his name.
His thrusts were deep but his rhythm slow. Still, it didn't take long before her moans transformed from near silent gasps to audible ones.
Nikola kissed as much of her flesh as he could reach without breaking his rhythm. As she started to writhe beneath him he looked to her face to find her eyes screwed shut and teeth digging harshly into her bottom lip in an attempt to keep some sort of volume control on her cries.
He thrust into her harder and she wrapped her arms and legs around him pulling him closer. He raked a hand through her soft brown locks and whispered, "Look at me, Helen."
She was sucking in deep ragged breaths through her nose as she teetered on the edge, but managed to shake her head. "Can't." she gasped
He thrust hard into her again and she cried out, sweat beading on her forehead but eyes still stubbornly screwed shut.
"Jalena, moj ljubav, pogledati mene" He pleaded.
Her eyes snapped open upon hearing the phrase rolling seductively from his tongue in Serbian.
As her eyes locked with his, he picked up the pace pushing her over the edge. He watched as her eyes dilated and threatened to roll in the back of her head. He swallowed her cries as he pressed his lips to hers in a loving kiss.
After a moment she kissed back as she started to come down from her high. She kept his body pressed forcefully into hers as she kissed him, feeling the comforting weight of his body atop hers and she'd be damned if she hadn't started to silently cry at the beauty of it all.
It took a moment for her senses to return and she realized that he was more interested in her pleasure than his own as he was still hard within her. At the realization she started to move against him.
He pulled back and smiled at her. "Don't worry about me, love. This was about you."
Helen pulled him down for a kiss, but it was purely a ruse as she wrapped her legs around his waist and rolled them. He landed with a thud on his back as it made contact with the cold floor, Helen now straddling him.
Nikola chuckled at the look of determination on her face. He sat up and shifted them so he was sitting with his back against the couch. He tucked loose locks of dark hair behind her ear and ran a thumb over her cheek. "You're amazing!" He said with a look of childlike wonder on his face. Gone was the sarcastic Vampire she knew, the one she occasionally found herself in the arms of in the past.
Before it was always a clash of hungry need, this… this was so very different. She had caught glimpses of this Nikola on very rare occasion and she was sure he wasn't even aware of it at the time. It was when he was engrossed in a monumental discovery. It was the way he looked at her now, as if she was the key to universe, to the secrets off all mankind and abnormal alike. He hadn't been kidding in Rome, he wanted to rule by her side, because she was the queen of his kingdom no matter how big or small that may be. She was his goddess. The realization made her feel more powerful yet more humble than she had ever felt before. She would make him as happy as he now made her.
Helen smiled and kissed him. "You're not so bad yourself," she mumbled against his lips as she started to move.
She paid as much attention to his body as he had hers as she rode him, bringing him ever closer to his own climax. She wished now that she had his electrical abilities for she knew how exciting and pleasurable it was to have it caressing every cell of your body.
They were both breathing heavily and getting close. She pulled back to watch him as he had watched her but he reached between them and place a thumb firmly on her clit. He didn't move it, only increasing pressure as her nostrils flared in an attempt to hold his gaze as her pleasure rose to incredible heights.
He was having an equally hard time as he felt the surge of heat rush to his groin, it would be mere seconds before he was spent. He flicked her clit and sent a small spark of electricity causing her to buck into him and arch back almost violently as her walls clamped around his shaft. In an instant he pulled her to him as he thrust hard ejecting his own release into her. "волим те Jelen, волим те!"
They held each other tight for several long minutes before moving to a more comfortable position.
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Later, Helen had fallen asleep in Nikolas arms on the couch. He continued to rake his fingers through her hair until the first rays of morning threatened to ruin thier peace.
He slid out from under her and pulled on his pants. Then, carefully wrapped her in the balnket that hung over the back of the couch and carried her to her room.
As he laid her on her bed hers eyes cracked open. She looked at him dreamily and lazily pulled him to her bed. He leaned down and kissed her tenderly. ''I'll be right back, I just want to get our clothes."
She nodded and closed her eyes, dozing back off.
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When she woke the sun was already much higher in the sky than it normal.
Next to her on the bed she found not Nikola but a flower from her garden and a note that read,
'When you are ready, find me. волим tе. ~Nikola'
Smiling, she quickly dressed and headed for his room, just a few doors down from her own.
Helen looked around but all she found was a neat and tidy room. Too neat, the picture he kept of them on his bedside table were missing, as was his notebook and usual bottle of wine. She threw open the wardrobe doors to find the extra suits he usually kept there gone.
Furious she turned around and noticed her clothes from the night before folded neatly on the bed with another note.
'When you've realized your mine, you'll know where to find me. Love, Nikola'
Helen crumpled the peice of paper and threw it against the wall.
''That bastard! That bloody, bloody bastard!" she yelled to the empty room.
She reselved right then and there not to fall for such tricks again. Sure he had given her passion and pleasure beyond anything she could have imagined, let alone experienced before, but she wasn't the only fish in the sea. She was determined to find what her soul now ached for from someone other than him. She would not let Nikola bloody Tesla ruin her. She was determined to sever the connection she felt her soul had to him.
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A/N: That last bit of angst you can thank Emmy1512 for. Call it punishment for the use of that HORRIBLE nickname!