Happy Single's Awareness Day! :P This is just a silly little ditty that's been in my head for a while now and I decided to post in commemoration of this most romantic day. There are two more chapters to come, I think and I should be able to write them in the next few days so stay tuned :)
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"We have to stop doing this," Helen huffed, throwing her head back as Nikola peppered her neck with eager kisses. He grunted noncommittally, her words not swaying the ardent affection he was displaying. His hands were clamped around her waist, holding her tightly to his chest while she had one leg sliding around his hips, her hands in his hair, holding him to her.
"I mean it," she tried again, the tail end of her words morphing into a tiny moan of pleasure. She shivered, back arching to press her chest to his. "We can't keep doing this, Nikola. It's a bad idea."
"I know," he finally muttered before kissing his way up to her jaw. "This is a bad idea."
Helen moaned her agreement but found herself incapable of much more than that. Nikola's body was heavy atop hers, pushing her down further into the soft cushions of the sofa they were on. One of his hands slipped down to her hip, pulling her further under him until Helen had no choice but to raise both her legs and wrap them around his waist. Nikola mumbled something against her jaw and groaned, his hips beginning a restless rhythm against hers.
This was bad, a small voice reminded Helen. They'd decided not 12 hours ago that they ought to stop sleeping together like this but here they were again. Ever since Nikola had moved into the new Sanctuary, it had been like this. They'd meet for a cup of tea or sometimes even wine and end up at least partially naked, grinding together on the couch. Only twice had they managed to hold off until they found their way to an actual bedroom and only once had they actually found the will power to pull away from one another.
She was giving in far too easily, Helen decided. Today, all it had taken was for Nikola to brush his fingers against her cheek and she'd been all over him. Yesterday it had been holding hands and the day before, he'd simply smiled at her. It was bordering on ridiculous.
But for all sleeping with her oldest friend was a bad idea, Helen knew she didn't care as much as she was pretending. Nikola was good to her and with her and left her with memories that were distracting during meetings. More than once she'd found herself daydreaming about their little trysts, half fantasising about running off and finding him for another round. Of course, she shook the paltry day dreams off easily enough most days, comfortable with assigning them the title of being foolishly feminine.
It was easy enough to push away what little attraction Helen normally felt for Nikola most of the time. In fact, it was easy to do almost all of the time. It was only moments like these that everything came bubbling to the surface. When his lips were attacking hers and his hands caressing her softly, she couldn't deny the stirrings of something stronger than lust deep in her gut. All she wanted to do at that point was haul him closer and never let him go. The sensation was odd and entirely unwarranted but no matter how hard she tried to deny it, it was there.
The most unusual thing, though, was that she'd been fighting the feelings for the better part of two centuries with reasonable success. They'd slept together on occasion, yes, but Helen had always been able to say no when he came back for a second round. Now she couldn't. She'd tried, oh how she'd tried but, as the saying went, resistance was futile.
"Stop thinking," Nikola growled against that spot below her ear. "I don't like it when you're distracted."
"You are a needy, needy man, Mr. Tesla," she gasped, threading a hand through his hair, nails scraping against his scalp.
He gave her a non-committal grunt in response but didn't fight the accusation. Probably because he knew it was true. They were both needy, too needy. To the point where Helen's attachment to their physical encounters was getting worrying.
This is foolish, a voice in her head told her. Foolish and reckless and bound to end badly. Do you really want to hurt Nikola? Does he deserve that?
"I said stop thinking," Nikola half barked, pulling back so he could glare at her. "What could possibly be so distracting?"
Helen bit her lip. She couldn't admit she'd been distracted by the man who was currently between her thighs. It made no sense, even to her lust addled mind.
"Shut up and kiss me before I change my mind," she told him with a scowl. Nikola seemed to consider his options for a moment, giving her a quizzical look before relenting and moving back down to her. Their lips met and Helen was almost startled by his desperation but even more so by her own desperate reciprocation. She couldn't change her mind now, however much a part of her might have wanted to. So, instead, Helen arched her back, pressing as much of her body against Nikola as she could.
His moan of approval more than made the soon-to-be kink in her back worth it.
"We... We really... have... to stop," Nikola gasped out. Helen turned her head to peer off the edge of the couch to where her lover was sprawled on the ground. One of his arms was thrown out to the side while the other rested across his bare abdomen. His dress shirt was unbuttoned and crumpled from where Helen had clung to it, his pants still unzipped and his belt loose though he was far more 'decent' than when Helen had last looked down to him.
"It's getting," Helen began before swallowing heavily. "Ridiculous."
Nikola moaned his agreement and nodded limply, eyes falling shut.
"And I don't know if my back can take much more of this damn couch," she added after a beat. Nikola let out a snort of laughter, throwing his head back and smiling broadly.
"Old woman," he teased.
Helen groaned, rolling her eyes. "You really ought to stop goading me."
"Or what? You're obviously too exhausted to do anything because you're practically a dinosaur."
He stopped smirking right after she tossed her rather pointy high heel in his direction.
Well, it wasn't so much as a throw as a half-hearted lob that sent the shoe off of her foot and onto his stomach.
He glared up at her, the still knotted tie around his throat, loosened to the point of absurdity.
"Cruel woman," he muttered.
"You'll get over it," she promised, raising a hand to her chest. The skin was cooling, the sweat slick across her body and her heart beat was slowing to a more reasonable pace. Her shirt was most likely ruined, more than a few buttons sacrificed in the heat of passion but what Helen lamented more than the destruction was that now, once again, she would have to sneak back to her rooms to find a fresh one that was similar enough to the one she'd put on in the morning that the others would be less likely to notice the difference. Perhaps she could find a sweater to cover up the bulk of her top...
"You're thinking again," scolded Nikola. "If you won't let us cuddle and enjoy the post coital bliss, at least do me the courtesy of pretending to be boneless with pleasure."
Helen chuckled and turned once more to face the man laying spread eagle on the ground.
"Forgive me for thinking," she teased. "Though I'll admit, I always thought it was what you admired in me. A woman that thought."
"Hmmm." He turned his head, giving her a queer look that made Helen suck in a large lungful of air. All of a sudden, the world began to blur at the edges and all she could see was Nikola. She couldn't help but watch the way his chest rose and fall; all she wanted was to run her hands over his body, following the light trail of hair that disappeared below his waistband.
Slowly, he reached for her, fingers grazing her knee. Biting her lip, Helen let her head fall back as a moan escaped her.
"We can't..." she groaned. "Not again."
"No," Nikola agreed, his voice a few octaves deeper before and it sent shivers straight to Helen's stomach. And lower.
"I... Nikola, we have to stop. I'm not sure how much more I can take before I... Before I..."
"I know." The hand on her knee moved up slowly, his touch becoming firmer. "This is a bad idea, Helen. We can't..."
And just as Helen turned, ready to crawl off the couch and back into Nikola's arms (for reasons her mind couldn't identify), the lights went out. Nikola propped himself up rather quickly, frowning as he looked around rather pointlessly. It took Helen a moment longer to break through the haze that had overtaken her common sense and sprang forward quickly, scrambling for the phone that she had discarded somewhere.
She reached behind a cushion, her hand closing around the cool plastic just moments before it began buzzing and beeping for her attention.
"Hello?" she answered breathlessly as she reached for her shirt where it was crumpled on the floor beside one of Nikola's shoes.
"Magnus? Where are you? What's happened?"
"Go find Henry," she instructed her protégé. "I'm sure it's nothing, just a problem with a few of the connections, I'd say."
"It's pretty widespread, Magnus," Will replied anxiously as Helen struggled to get her arms into her top without losing her grip on the phone. Nikola seemed to understand that this was the time for more clothing and less talking and was quickly making an attempt to straighten his very rumpled clothes. "... and the turbines in sector six are out of action too."
"Sure," she said anxiously. "Just get to Henry, I'm sure he knows what's going on. I'll meet you there."
She hung up abruptly, taking a deep breath to try and clear her head.
"I take it we've bigger fish to fry?" Nikola said from where he stood a few foot from where Helen sat on the little love seat. She looked towards him, prepared to dismiss him with a flick of the wrist but the words caught in her throat. Instead, all she could see was the mark fading from his neck. The one she'd left. The one she really ought to redo. After all, that pesky vampire healing meant that it would be gone within the hour...
"Helen," Nikola said cautiously. Again, she tried to respond, only to get distracted by his lips instead.
Thankfully, her phone rang once more.
Saved by the bell, she thought with a grimace. Though whether she really wanted saving? Well, that was another question entirely.