Part 3

Hot and heavy, well, maybe not really heavy, but enough that if such things offend you, you should probably move on. Anyone left? Oh good. Here's the end of my little tale, maybe someday it will play out for Helen and Nikola. If not, we have this.

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Daniel

Her bedroom was as he had imagined it would be. Not a reflection of the efficiency that was her mainstay, but of the time she was born, and was raised. The elegance of real wood, and dark stains, rich tapestries, and warm duvets; they all spoke of the true Helen Magnus. The woman, the genius, the immortal; who though she did not allow herself the joys of intimate congress, at least fed one need for luxury and comfort. But now, perhaps, there was a promise of something more.

She was the one to close the door, and the one to bolt it. And she was the one to come to him, as he stood motionless at the center of the room, waiting for her. Her hands reached for his black jacket, and her fingers pushed it from his shoulders. He did nothing to catch it as it slid to the floor. But then it was his turn.

He took her face gently in both his hands, long fingers wrapping the tender skin, lit almost amber by the glass hurricane lamps on her walls. Her hands came up to rest on his forearms, a shudder ran through him and he contemplated what it would be like, finally to touch her and to have her. Again he kissed her, pushing her lips apart from the outset, curling his tongue into her mouth, finding hers, tasting her, feeling her willing response, and the way her body softened to him. There were no words, only the sounds of their stolen breaths.

It was Helen who shrugged out of her long vest, casting it over the wing chair that flanked a small reading table close to her bed. Then she began to undo the buttons on the front of Nikola's shirt, exposing his chest to her warm fingers. Nikola let his eyes close and received her feather like caresses on his bare skin, letting his hands come to rest on her hips, pulling her towards him subtly. When he felt her warmth disappear suddenly he opened his eyes to find her unbuttoning her own blouse, letting the tails fall free, giving him just the barest view of her pale skin and the white satin v at the center of her lingerie. He drew in a sharp breath, and then pushed the fabric open like a theatre curtain, daring to sweep across her belly. She let the blouse fall away as he tore his shirt off and practically leapt towards her in a zeal he could suddenly not contain, wrapping her up in his arms, tugging at her skirt until it too fell to the floor, her stepping from the puddle on legs he simply wanted to devour.

She stepped back towards her bed, a four-postered, canopied oasis, topped with a feather duvet that engulfed them as he guided her backwards onto it. Hovering over her for a moment he shed his pants, watching her body the whole time, knowing his own was betraying the complete desperation he felt for her. She was perfection in his eyes, she was more than he had dared dream about, she was a vision in white, her raven hair spread out in waves around her head, and she was going to be his.

"Helen." He whispered her name, as much to assure himself that this was not another dream, there had been so many, late at night, lonely dreams of her finally understanding.

"Nikola." She breathed back and he let his mouth light on her neck, another thing he had dreamed of (he supposed it was the Vampire in him, there was such passion that could be part of feeding). But his kept his fangs at bay and simply kissed and suckled and teased his mouth across the virgin skin, tasting only her salt, and her desires made flesh suddenly. He couldn't stop himself, grinding his hips against hers, even as he let his mouth trail downwards, to the satin and soft flesh of her breasts, pushing the moulded cups away and bringing the pale pink centers into his mouth, rolling them with his tongue, feeling her buck against him, and force herself even harder against his body, moaning quietly, spurring him onward.

His hands pulled the band free and he allowed himself the luxury of just looking at her for a moment, but just a moment before he needed to touch her again. She smelled of clean water, the hint of salt, the crisp air of the marine world, the sunlight and the day as he tangled his face in her hair, fingers pressing against her abdomen, hips grinding against her, his manhood desperate. That was when he felt her hands sliding away the satin that lay between them, and then his own silk.

Her skin was hot as he lay over her, and every move she made resonated across the length of him, making it so hard to concentrate. And he wanted to concentrate, he wanted nothing to be by instinct, everything had to be perfect, and new, and memorable, because a part of him still feared that this might be the only time, and if these memories were going to have to sustain him, they had to be flawless for them both.

"You are so beautiful Helen." He whispered into her ear, nipping at the lobe, breathing slowly, and raggedly. She arched against him again, giving him just a taste of the heat that awaited him. He moaned out loud, revealing himself to her.

"Please Nikola."

He only had to hear his name from her lips, and feeling himself pushed to the brink of control, he rocked back away from her, and grasped himself around the engorged base, electricity rushing across his length at the sudden attention. The blood was pounding so loud he could hear it, but he forced control onto himself, looking at her first, seeing her body trembling in anticipation of him. Then he brushed himself down between her legs, and finally it was her turn to moan, and close her eyes, and part her lips, and it became too much for Nikola to handle. He drove himself inside her, crying out at the absolute bliss he felt envelop him.

Her body moved in time to his, matching the thrusts, curling herself upwards to touch him, and to caress his chest through the heaving breaths that wracked it. He leaned down to capture her mouth again, forcing his tongue against hers, working the rhythm and stealing her cries. He felt his own heart pounding in his chest and found his hands, braced against the bedclothes shuddering none-the-less. He was absolutely captured by the way she felt. And the feeling was better than a fine Claret, better than flowing blood, better than anything his immortal mind could recall to that point. The only thing that even came close was his awakening after the source blood; the way he had opened his eyes to a new world, a new body, a new sense of being, she brought that all back to him and it was glorious.

The music that slipped from her lips was passion, and as he listened he could hear her peak rising in the song of her breath and moans, and muscles, clenching around him, hands holding him firm to her. Their bodies were slick against each other and the rising scents pushed him to drive harder against her, till he knew his own passions were at the point of erupting. He hoped to god that she was close as well, because he had reached the point where he could no longer restrain himself and so he bent his face to her again, and kissed her hard, and then came for her.

Suddenly then there were stars, and the wash of her body over his, and a lightheaded bliss that that stole every sense, or rather, blended them all together in a joyous burst that robbed him of everything rational except the need to hold her. And so he did.

Helen pulled the blankets over their bodies, noting with a smile that they had made less a mess of them than she had thought. Nikola's arms and chest were warm, blanket or no blanket, and it was easy enough to snuggle herself back into their safety and simply relax. She felt his lips kissing her forehead softly as she did.

"I'm sorry Nikola, I didn't mean to wake you."

"I wasn't sleeping Helen, I wouldn't dare chance missing a moment with you."

She heard herself laugh quietly, not with the cynicism that might have accompanied such a statement only a few hours before; no, just then, she believed his words were the truth. She turned her face upwards to gaze into his.

"No one liners for me Nikola?" She asked with a raised eyebrow, fully expecting that he would not let the chance slip away. She thought she would be rewarded when he curled up one side of his lips in a grin. But it was not to be.

"I love you Helen." He answered her.

"You keep saying that Nikola." She stroked her fingers down the side of his face, watching as his eyelids fluttered and feeling as he turned towards her touch.

"Because it's true."

"Oh Nikola." She sighed, feeling a warmth in her chest that she had not allowed herself to feel in a great long time.

"I love the way you say my name Helen, it makes me feel worthwhile."

"You are worthwhile Nikola. I have never believed any differently." She took another small kiss from his lips.

"Though you might have intimated it once in awhile."

Helen drew her lips together in a closed smile, her eyes sparkling.

"Perhaps once in awhile." She paused, "Nikola."

He kissed her again.

"Should I leave you to your peace then?"

"No." Helen reached to embrace him, preventing him from pulling away from her.

"If I stay I must warn you that I am likely to make love to you again." His eyes sparkled with the joie de vivre that was his trademark.

"I'll take my chances." She answered with a grin.

"Oh thank god." He rolled himself atop her again, her feeling the wonderful weight of his body pressing her down into the softness of the bed.

"You had no actually intention of leaving did you?"

"Not a one." He conceded as he nuzzled into her neck, nipping at her skin, while his hands ventured downwards.

The first thing Henry did when he got up in the morning was to check the security logs from the night before, after he got his coffee of course. He settled behind his desk, stainless steel thermos to his right and called up the video footage of the night previous. It had been a quiet night; everyone had been exhausted after the virtual Adam debacle of the day and the failed Cloud experiment. No alarms had gone off, and he expected to breeze through the footage at double time, if not triple. He took a sip of his coffee and began the playback.

As he had suspected the hallways were quiet, and the motion sensors showed nothing but the normal traffic. Folks readying themselves for bed, Biggy taking a last round of his charges, Will grabbing a snack from the kitchen and Helen heading to her room. But wait? Henry nearly choked on his coffee. Tesla was there, and they seemed to be discussing something, no arguing about something, and he became concerned. He watched the silent conversation for a few moments more and leapt from his chair as Tesla corned the doctor and grabbed up her hand. He couldn't see everything that was transpiring because of the camera angle, but felt a little relief as Tesla seemed to back off. He could see the hurt in Magnus' face as he did so, but just as suddenly an argument turned into Tesla going back to her, taking her into his arms, holding her, and then, oh my god, kissing her.

He was ready to tear from the room, to go and hunt Tesla down, he could feel his dual nature rising in protection of his friend, but a last glance at the monitor stopped him. Magnus had put her arms around Tesla, and she was allowing his attentions. In another moment they both disappeared into her room, and Henry fell heavily back into his chair.

"Holy crap." He said to no one in particular, then he closed the file, dragging it into an encrypted storage folder he kept for just such things, accidentally caught on tape. "I am going to need something stronger than this to wipe that image out of my head." He said looking at his coffee. He put it down and decided to go for a long run.

Fin