So its spring break here now and I thought I'd do a little piece in its honor. The idea of having Helen and Nikola overcome with jealousy at the sight of them with other people has been floating around in my head for a little while now. More than likely it will just turn into into a bunch of smut in the later chapters, but who doesn't love some good Teslen smut? I'll probably have to end up changing the rating before its all said and done, but whatever. I hope you all like it!

Also, I couldn't help but slip in a little A&M/Texas pride. Whoop! :)

One long weekend every seven years. That was all that Helen Magnus allowed herself. At least normally. Will had convinced her to take an early vacation, two years early. She had been hesitant at first, but had finally agreed. It had been a hard year and she could use a weekend to herself. So here she was, pulling into the drive of her secluded villa on Capri.

It was a good hour's drive from the small airport she'd landed in that morning. It was possible to land a helicopter on the property itself, but Ashley had always insisted that they take a car because she loved the scenery of the countryside. It had simply been habit for Helen, but she'd regretted it once she started the drive. The memories of Ashley and the loneliness she felt in her absence were painful, to say the least. She was very much looking forward to opening a bottle of wine from her very well stocked cellar.

She didn't even bother taking her things up to the master bedroom, simply dropping them in the entrance hall before making her way towards the cellars. It didn't take her long to find what she was looking for, a nice red that she knew would have made Nikola's mouth water. Making her way back to the kitchen to grab a glass, she froze in the hallway. Her keen ears had picked up on the distinctive sound of footsteps. She flipped the wine bottle in her hands, gripping the neck tightly in case she needed to use it as a weapon. It would be a waste, but better to lose good wine than her life.

Whoever the footsteps belonged to was in the kitchen and she could hear them rummaging about. From the direction she was approaching the intruder would never see her coming. She peaked around the corner, trying to catch a glimpse of whoever it was.

A girl with a mass of blonde curls and nothing on but a man's button up shirt was standing in her pantry. The girl looked young, maybe in her early twenties. Her hair was thoroughly mussed and the shirt hung open, leaving nothing to the imagination.

"May I help you?" Helen's clipped British accent rang through the room as she came around the corner to stand fully in the kitchen.

The girl squeaked, dropping whatever food she was holding in favor of pulling the shirt tight around her naked body.

"Who are you?" the girl asked, panic in her voice.

"Funny, I was just about to ask you the same thing. Mind telling me what you're doing in my house?"

"You're house?"

"Yes, last time I checked this was still my villa."

"I…Nikki said…"

Just then a very naked Nikola Tesla came sauntering into the kitchen. He clearly hadn't been expecting to see Helen because his step faltered and a confused frown crossed his face for the briefest of moments. But he recovered quickly.

"Helen! Funny seeing you here."

"Yes, Nikola, funny seeing me in my own villa," she tried to make her voice biting, but she was having a very hard time not ogling his amazing body.

He was all lean, wiry muscle. It quite honestly took her breath away and she felt a rush of arousal flood her body. He apparently noticed her staring because a wide grin broke across his face.

"Like what you see, Helen?"

She had to fight a blush. She did like what she saw. Very much. But she'd be damned if she let him know it. The last thing she needed was an overly smug Nikola Tesla. His usual dose of arrogance was intolerable as it was, no need to encourage him.

"Nikki? Who's she?" the blonde piped up from the pantry.

She was still clutching the shirt, which Helen now assumed was Nikola's, tightly around herself. Suddenly the thought of her wearing Nikola's clothes, and all that it implied, made Helen very uncomfortable. The thought of this girl with him brought out an intense jealously in her. Images of the two of them tangled together, sweaty bodies moving in that age old rhythm, flashed across her mind and it made her blood boil. It was crazy, completely ludicrous, but the emotions were there nonetheless.

"It seems you have quite a bit of explaining to do...Nikki," Helen quipped, trying to keep the jealousy out of her voice.

She moved over to the counter to put down her bottle of wine. In the drawer by the sink were several hand towels, she pulled one out and threw it at him. Nikola caught it deftly, but made no move to cover himself. She really wished he would, she was having a very hard time concentrating with him standing there like that.

"Well, it seems introductions are in order. Megan, this is an old friend of mine, Dr. Helen Magnus. Helen, this is Megan."

"N-nice to meet you," Megan stammered out.

"And you as well, Megan," she smiled brightly at the girl, not wanting to make her feel more uncomfortable than she clearly already was. Turning her attention back to Nikola, she tried her best to put some venom in her voice. "Care to explain what you're doing here Nikola?"

"I was just on a little vacation. I wasn't expected you to show up."

"Clearly."

"You weren't scheduled for another two years, how was I supposed to know you'd break tradition?"

"Megan, dear, why don't you go find some clothes. I need to talk to Nikki for a bit," her voice was soft, offering her a way out of this awkward situation.

Megan jumped on the opportunity at once, scurrying from the room without another word.

"You really shouldn't be here Nikola. This is private property."

"Oh come off it Helen. You're glad to see me and we both know it."

He was right. She was immensely grateful to see him. The thought of not being alone with all her memories in this giant villa all weekend was comforting. She tried to convince herself that she would have been just as happy seeing anyone else here, anyone at all, just so that she wouldn't have to be alone. But the truth was she was glad it was Nikola. She didn't want it to be anyone else but him.

"Who's the girl?" She changed the subject immediately, not wanting to admit to him how true his words really were.

"Oh just some young college thing. Did you know it was spring break?"

"No, I had no idea."

"Yes, well, apparently it is. It's been quite the adventure. She's got real spunk, very feisty," he was teasing, but his words angered her more than normal.

"I'm sure she's lovely, Nikola, but I would have thought you'd prefer someone with a little more experience."

He raised an eyebrow at her, walking towards her slowly until he had her trapped against the counter, hands gripping the marble on either side of her. She should push him away, should leave, but she couldn't. He was impossibly close to her. His smell was intoxicating, flooding her senses and making her dizzy was desire. She wanted to reach out and crush him against her, to feel the hard lines of his body against her's. But she stayed still, forcing herself to keep her breathing under control.

"Anyone in particular you had in mind?" His warm breath fanned across her neck as he leant in even closer to whisper in her ear and she felt another rush of arousal.

"Maybe…too bad you prefer blondes to brunettes though," she said coyly.

"I'd make an exception for you, Helen."

To emphasize his words, he took her earlobe quickly into his mouth, sucking lightly and nibbling on it with his teeth. She couldn't help the little gasp that escaped her lips. It had been so long since she'd been touched by anyone but herself that even this simple act took her breath away.

"You couldn't handle me, Nikki," she whispered huskily using the little nickname the girl had given him in a mocking manner and nipping roughly at his own ear.

"Is that a challenge?" he growled in what she thought was the most sexy way possible.

But before she could answer they both could hear Megan returning down the stairs. He pulled away from her reluctantly and she missed the warmth of his body so close to her own. She cleared her throat and turned to reach for a wine glass from the cupboard above her. But not before she caught a glimpse of his half hard erection. She bit back a smile when he finally used the hand towel she'd given him earlier to cover himself up.

"I'm terribly sorry you had to see me like that earlier, Dr. Magnus. I can't tell you how embarrassed I am," Megan said, coming back into the kitchen, now properly dressed in her own clothes.

"No need to be embarrassed; I assure you it's nothing I haven't seen before. And please call me Helen," she reassured her. "Would you care for a glass of wine, Megan? Perhaps it would help calm your nerves?"

Megan smiled at her and nodded enthusiastically. It seemed like a very childish thing to do and Helen suddenly wondered if she was even old enough to be drinking. It was a silly, if not a little pity, thought that she quickly banished. She poured her a glass and passed it over.

"Don't I get some?" Nikola whined.

"Not until you put some clothes on."

She really needed him to not be naked anymore. It was too much of a damn temptation. With a huff he marched towards the stairs, giving her a perfect view of his delicious back side. She watched him go before he disappeared upstairs, at which point she turned her attention back to the young woman in front of her. She hadn't seemed to notice Helen's ogling.

"So Megan, Nikola says you're here on spring break? Where are you from?"

"I'm from the states. I'm going to school in Texas."

"What university are you attending?"

"Texas A&M."

"And your major?"

"Agricultural business."

"How nice."

There was a pause while they both sipped their wine.

"I really am sorry, you know. I had no idea this was your house or that you'd be coming in. Nikki didn't mention any of that."

"Yes, he has a way of leaving out rather important details."

"How long have you known each other?"

"A very long time. He is my oldest friend."

"Not giving away any of my secrets now are you, Helen," Nikola said cheerily as he came back into the kitchen dressed in his usual fine attire, a three piece charcoal suit that looked absolutely stunning on him.

"I was just getting to know Megan here," Helen told him, pushing his already poured glass of wine towards him.

"Delightful isn't she?"

"Quite."

Helen winked at her and Megan blushed. Nikola sipped his wine and hummed quietly as the first drops hit his tongue. The excellent quality had been lost on Megan, but she'd known he would fully appreciate it.

"You've out done yourself, Helen."

"I'm glad you approve."

"So Helen, what brings you to Capri?" Megan piped up, clearly not wanting to be left out of the conversation.

"I'm here on vacation. A co-worker of mine told me I needed to take some time off to relax and have a little fun."

"Nikola and I were going out tonight. There's going to be a party down on one of the private beaches. You're welcome to join us."

The thought of Nikola at a college beach party nearly had Helen laughing out loud. But then she thought of Megan and all the other young college girls in their skimpy bikini's, drinking, dancing, and rubbing their lithe little body against Nikola. The jealousy she'd felt earlier rose back up with a passion and she fought to push it down.

"Thank you for the invitation Megan, but I wouldn't want to be the third wheel. You go and have fun."

"You wouldn't have to be a third wheel. I came down here in a big group and there are several guys I could hook you up with."

Helen could have sworn she heard Nikola growl at Megan's offer. She glanced over to see a dark scowl on his face and she had to fight a smirk. Maybe she would take Megan up on her offer. It'd give her an opportunity to keep an eye on Nikola, though why she felt that was necessary was beyond her, and it would be fun to try and make him as jealous as she was feeling. It certainly beat sitting around here by herself, drinking and trying to fight off memories of Ashley. Maybe she'd actually have a little bit of fun.

"You know what, Megan, that sounds lovely. I'd love to come."

Megan squealed, throwing her arms around Helen's neck in her enthusiasm.

"I'll go text my friends and let them know you're coming."

Without another word, Megan discarded her wine glass on the counter, whipping out her cellphone and beginning to type furiously as she left the room.

"I hope you don't mind me tagging along, Nikki," she said slyly, turning her attention to a slightly fuming Nikola.

He pulled himself together quickly, letting his face fall back into a careful mask of nonchalance.

"Not at all, Helen."

"Excellent." She drained the last of her wine before placing the glass in the sink. "In that case, I think I'll go see who Megan's rounded up as my date for the evening. I do hope he's cute. I have always had a thing for younger men."

She left him glaring after her, making sure to sway her hips seductively as she walked away. It definitely wasn't the weekend she'd had planned, but it was shaping up to be quite a bit of fun. Yes, she was very glad that her vacation had been crashed by one Nikola Tesla.

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