Hello everyone! I bet that you don't know me yet. It doesn't matter but you're here, probably curious - what the hell is going on :D I greatly appreciate it :) However, a few words at the beginning. I'm a big fan of Nate and Elena and this is my first story about them. So it is clear that the enthusiasm is huge. After all, they are my most favorite pair in video games ever. But each first chapter of the new story is one big step into the unknown waters and if you want know me better, you can visit my profile, where you'll find a few pieces of my imagination. Yet I will tell you some information about what you are about to read. Rating of this story will change (from T to M). This is only a 'warning' that there is something new for you. Although I have been writing nearly a year, this will be my first attempt of a story with sexual theme. It's bold, and maybe silly, but I want to try it. Based on feedback and comments, I will make a decision. If I should continue with this trend or leave it. From which it follows that I will be very grateful for your honesty :) Then I want to apologize in advance for any mistakes which you will find here. I'm not perfect, but I'm doing everything possible to make it fantastic :) Another important thing is the statement: I do not own Uncharted and the characters.

Anyway, I think that talking was enough and now it's time to start. Enjoy it :)

The New Conditions

Déjà vu. Intense feeling of something previously lived, seen or heard. And in this case, it was accurate. When Elena with a bag in hand entered the house, which formerly had shared with eager treasure hunter and which had been so hard to leave, she felt as if she came back in time. Nothing had changed. Even the sound when he closed the door still had the same tone.

"Welcome home," said Nate, half happy, half with fear.

Finally, she was back. Finally, she was here again. The only place where the journalist belonged. The house could be filled by her sense of humor, beauty and sensuality. But her expression wasn't so excited. It wasn't even happy. It seemed as if she was thinking. Maybe her memories came back. Everything what they had experienced together here. Christmas, when the whole house had smelled with smoke from the burned cookies. Why her husband had wanted to try it? Easter, when searching for Easter eggs had turned into an unpleasant holidays. Nate and Sully's race had ended up by an accident. The old man had lost his balance and had fallen on his back from a big height. The shock and fright had been enormous but thank god their good friend had survived it. Or just the ordinary dancing in the house. The furniture had been a big help in their graceful movements. Above all, she had looked like a swan circling on the lake. Or as the forest fairy with light gauzy dress and golden hair. One bad word or noise and she would disappear into the void.

"Everything looks same," she said after a long silence, still looking around the surroundings. Nate went back to the present moment and the memory on her gentle curves lost to an unknown destination.

"Yeah," was his short and uncertain answer.

Did he realize what he said? It seemed that her presence had a special spell. He was looking around the room also, almost as he was afraid to look at her. The whole way home he had had a tremendous urge to kiss her. It had started at the airport in Yemen, where their common path had been reborn. His career of treasure hunter had ended and it was time for a new adventure with her. A new beginning. In fact, another attempt. It had been just a hug, but he had wanted more. But there had been a question whether she had wanted the same thing. However, as if he was afraid to take that important step, that important movement. The bullet in his abdomen, a sinking ship or a burning plane in the air. All this and much more were mere trifles, which he had managed with a complete overview. But when it came to their relationship, it had been always fragile and uncertain. He had made a lot of mistakes, literally countless. Elena on the second place behind lost treasures of immeasurable value had been the biggest one. How stupid it had been. He had almost lost her. However, his obsession had been stronger at that time. Insatiable desire for adventure had drawn him back into the world of danger and adrenaline. He couldn't deny that he liked it. After all, the wonderful corners of the world which he had seen. Not everyone was lucky enough to experience all this. Now, there was a reason to move on. The thing why he didn't want to risk his life anymore. The one person. He cared about her more than he cared about himself. Not to mention shooting from guns and killing.

Suddenly, Elena decided to go forward. Walking slow and cautious. Her eyes were still looking at the furniture in the largest room in the house. Fingers of her left hand touched the couch, where they had liked to sit together. Sometimes, it had been also a comfortable bed for both of them. Especially when television had started to be boring and they had decided to sleep in each other's arms. His arms were actually very pleasant. Gentle, caring, protecting. Nate watched her examining and thoughtful expression. It was clear that this place had an effect on her. Positive or negative?

"I think it's time to unpack," her husband said and she looked at him. Her face didn't change into a smile, but it was still the same. Silence spread between them again, but only for a brief moment.

"Okay." Their eyes couldn't tear apart. They knew what was written in them, but none of them had the courage to do it.

"Okay."

He responded and went to the stairs. The contact was broken and she was hurt. His eyes had been always impressive and friendly. She could also see in them the love which he felt for her. But as if something strange was between them. Something was holding her back. Elena turned around and decided to follow him. Although, the direction of his path was clear. When a stairway under his feet ended, Nate turned left and continued to the farthest room. He heard behind himself another steps and realized that his wife was behind him. How will she react to their nest of love? Will it be nice for her to be there with him? However, before he could think about her future reaction, his right hand took the door handle and opened the door.

He entered first and a few moments later, Elena was in the same room as well. Speechlessness between them didn't disappear and when he looked at her, it was obvious that it won't be so quickly. She started to look around. Her sharp and mindfulness eyes, almost like eagle, were examining the bedroom. Her memory worked well, but even here was everything same. A large mirror which had proved that she was the most beautiful and the most sensual goddess in the world (his words were unforgettable). Shared wardrobe for their clothes or a big calming picture of a sunset. The yellow globe on the red sky and blue rippling surface of the ocean was creating peaceful atmosphere. However, her sight then stopped at the big double bed. The uncertainty absorbed her immediately. It was a mixture of loving feelings with a huge dose of the unknown. This holy altar had belonged only to them. But was it really so? Was it still only their special place? She wasn't feeling well. Although memories from this room were probably the most beautiful, doubts eventually had more power and won.

"Was here any woman?"

Sentence uttered with pain reached his ears. His face was a pure incomprehension. Why she had such opinion about him? Why this judgment? And the reason for it? Her gaze was still directed at the bed as if it was possible to read out the truth from that thing.

"No, of course not."

It had been stupidity to leave her because of the treasure hunting, but Nate could never betray her trust. The wedding ring hadn't been once in the same place, but it didn't mean that, he had the right to cheat on her. He had promised loyalty and respect, cornerstones of marriage. How she could think that he could be capable of such a thing? True, he had exchanged her for a life full of danger and risk taking, and yes, maybe he looked like those men from Calvin Klein's commercials, but her suspicion was very uncomfortable on his nerves. Plus, now was everything different.

"Not even Chloe?"

She was staring at the bed constantly. One of the most terrifying ideas, which ate her mind when she thought about him. A replacement, a patch, which he had found on to his solitude. It could also be another gorgeous female, but just this name had caused the biggest headaches. After all, he had been already in her arms once. That at least she had derived at that moment when she had met both in Nepal. But his bad feelings exceeded the tolerable limit and therefore, her husband decided to go closer to her.

"Elena," he said, and she finally looked at him. Her expression was fragile, vulnerable and painful. As if she was prepared to accept the dreadful news. "Not even Chloe. I swear. I've never been here with another woman. Believe me. You're the only love of my life."

Sincerity and his gentle expression were typical signs of truthfulness. And she believed him. It was the same even in her case. No one could ever replace him. No one was like him. Although, she occasionally cursed herself, why her heart had been seduced by maniac who could be killed literally at anytime and anywhere, only for a few small stupid pieces of gold coins or just for relationships with villains. But feelings couldn't be tamed. Above all, the most intense of them. The dizziness with delight. The love between them was unbreakable and she knew it all too well. But despite everything, she wasn't sure.

"I... I'm going to sleep into the guest room." Right after she turned around, leaving the room.

"What? Why?" He quickly turned on her, but she was walking away. "Elena, wait!" This stopped her. His begging, which had persuaded her body. "Please, look at me."

However, she didn't have the courage to look back. Maybe she was ashamed of herself. Leaving her husband alone in this room was nonsense, foolish even. After all, they were together again. But how she realized, sleeping in one bed was a big step which needed time.

"Elena..." His voice was louder whisper almost in her ears. She turned around. It was instinct and reaction simultaneously. His expression was losing brightness and color, as if a worrying concern was stealing his beauty. "Is anything wrong?"

He knew her so well. Yes, something was really wrong. But was he ready to listen? Her problem was complicated and even she didn't fully understand it. It wasn't possible to explain this normally. Could he help her in some way?

"No. Everything is fine, but... I can't be here with you now."

This sentence had such a bad effect on Nate. It was like when somebody put him in the fire. The flames were destroying him quickly, his breathing was difficult and his heart almost exploded with pain. Why was she like that? He knew her whole personality, every trait. At least, he thought so. However, he could feel her nervousness and uncertainty. This behavior was really odd and therefore it was necessary to get immediate explanation.

"Why? You don't believe me? I swore to you that any woman has never been here except you. I've never cheated on you. I -"

"I know... I trust you, Nate." That silenced him, but the incomprehension was even stronger than before. "But... I need to be alone... at least for a while."

His desperate and begging face was impossible to endure and so she turned around again, walking away from him. He watched her and after a couple seconds she came to the door, which was closed after her entry. He was standing silently still at the same place. Even though it was reluctant truth, it was clear that she had lied to him. He knew that it was a mere excuse. Telling more details was her habit (perhaps because her journalist's tongue had a large vocabulary) and this short explanation was insufficient. Nonetheless, against her decision couldn't be done anything. He could only accept it with a heavy heart.

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Treasure hunter had already lain at different locations. Dirty ground was comfortable in some way, but a stinking prison bed hadn't been cozy at all. Not to mention the cold snow which his bloody wound had marked. Piles of garbage or sandy surface were other items on his list. Maybe it seemed strange, but even the soft and comfortable bed in which he was lying on his back, staring into the darkness, wasn't perfect. Such a place existed, but one more person was the condition. How wonderful it had been to have his head on her lap. Her gentle hand stroking his brown hair after difficult and exhausted rescue from a sinking ship. One of those beautiful shared moments. Nate longed for her presence again, but now he was alone. Virtually abandoned. Did she really need a little bit of a space? Maybe their first night after such a long time would end with mutual affection. But that wouldn't be a problem, right? Wasn't she prepared for it? Or there was something else? Maybe some secret or... His thoughts were focused only on his wife. His charming, smart, tough journalist. She was exactly like him. Lucky that he had been able to find her. Not a coincidence but a destiny. Anyways, he closed his eyes, thinking of her. It was the only way how to fall asleep.

Peace, silence and darkness were surrounding her from all sides and Elena felt bad. Her husband didn't deserve this. It was insincere and mean. But as if it was her pride which didn't want to admit that her mind suffered. She didn't want to show her weakness. It was unacceptable for her. Asking for help was embarrassing. But what kind of advice would be helpful? What could free her? Even she didn't know what could be the cure. The only missing thing now at her side was him. Maybe it would be complicated to fit into the narrow bed, but it was clear that they wouldn't mind. She was laying on her left side and he could be behind her in the same position. Common touch and hug which she wanted so much. Perhaps the only thing which could protect her. And journalist suddenly realized something. It will happen. It was only a matter of time before her wall will fall apart and she will bring him back into her kingdom. Today was Tuesday, her estimate wasn't even a week. It was a miracle that she had been able to walk away from him and stay here. The guest room was furnished well, but without his presence it was another empty room. But what about this night? Will her sleep be interrupted again? Was it possible to defend against the cruel enemy? Elena didn't believe it and so she had no other choice but only hope.

The first chapter is over and I very much look forward to your reactions :) Don't forget. It can be positive or even negative feedback ;)