Yowza! It's been a while since I updated this one :S Sorry ^^

This one is a bit shorter than others and is maybe a little kinky for some tastes but I make no apologies for my imagination :P Personally I don't think it's that bad (but, hey I might be a bit biased) but making people squirm wasn't my plan (not this time anyway)...

My personal title for this one is "That awkward moment when Helen finally learns Serbian." I always wondered when she learnt it (yes, I'm just assuming she did) and what would have prompted her to do so.

And how was I meant to resist using that line? It just begged to be manipulated!

Enjoy

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"Thank you Dobby," she called over her shoulder as she sauntered away from him.

With a noise of disgust, Nikola turned away from her, starting to walk down a different corridor whilst muttering the foulest curses he had at his disposal. After a few moments, he shut his mouth. He may not have super human hearing but he could hear the angry footsteps approaching him.

"Shit," he muttered, finally slipping into English. He stopped walking and lo and behold, there was Helen walking towards him with a gleam in her eye that made him wary.

"What did you just call me?" she asked, her voice dangerously icy. The hall was dark, the only light coming from his torch. He smiled sheepishly at her.

"It was nothing," he said, trying to be smooth as he ignored the pit of unease growing in his stomach.

"Nikola," she warned. Oh boy, he thought, that was maybe the wrong route to take. It wasn't that he made a habit of hiding from a fight but today he felt it to be most prudent. Well, it was always prudent to avoid Helen's wrath. Unless he had her tied up, then he'd do whatever he damn well wanted. He loved it when she got angry at him but this was something more. This was genuine displeasure.

"I'm sorry," he said quickly, trying to head her off. There was no way in hell he was going to repeat what he'd said.

"Nikola."

"I said sorry."

"And you are not forgiven."

"I'm really sorry."

"Did you forget I can understand you? Or are you just a little bit dim?" she asked menacingly. He could feel the tension brewing. He wanted to cower in the corner. His heart started when he recognized the emotion in her eyes. Rage. The same kind of rage that had caused her to shoot him on previous occasions. Surely she wouldn't shoot him for some misplaced curse words. Especially when he could no longer heal himself. Would she?

"I said sorry," he said, rolling his eyes. Bad move, he decided as she narrowed her eyes at him. She started to move towards him, slowly, her body taking on the feminie prowl of a lioness stalking her prey. Oh, he was in for it.

He opened his mouth to try another tack but was caught off balance as her lips came crashing down on his. Her hands were on his face, holding him to her as she kissed him thoroughly.

"You bastard," she half moaned against his lips as they fell back against the nearest wall. "I told you never, ever to speak to me like that." Then her lips were attached to his again as her body began to writhe against him.

He was too caught up in her assault to really hear what she was saying. His hands were pulling her impossibly closer as his tongue sought entrance. One of her hands was on his waist, nails digging in as the other tugged on his hair.

"Don't. You. Ever. Say. That. Again," she said between hot, opened mouthed kisses down his neck. He shivered and knotted one hand in her hair.

Then he remembered.

It was years ago and she had been very drunk at the time. She'd spilt a glass of wine on his fine, white suit and he'd promptly begun swearing at her in Serbian, confident she had no idea what he was saying. Needless to say, he was shocked when her eyes widened and her lips formed the most adorable pout.

He'd cut off somewhere between a comment on her choice of fiancé and another on her lack of morals, eyes widening in horror as anger flashed through her eyes.

"You… You understand me?" he's asked, voice shaky. He looked around the room, everyone else in various stages of inhibition. James was snoring softly in the corner, head against the wall. Nigel was even more ruddy faced than normal as he whispered something to John who promptly let out a very un-John like chuckle.

He'd never had any qualms when it came to berating his friends in Serbian. They all took issue with it but he'd always reasoned that if they didn't know what he was saying, it wasn't an insult and they could therefore present no argument to make him stop.

Maybe he ought to.

"I've been learning," she said, her cheeks colouring as her eyes began to darken.

"And how did you learn those words?" he asked, worried for his safety but more curious about her education. She looked a bit bashful at that and he raised an eyebrow towards her, suppressing a smirk.

"That doesn't matter," she said airily, waving her hand. Then she hiccupped, her entire body moving as she did so, hair bouncing as her eyes opened wide. "What matters is what you were saying…" she glanced around nervously, "about John." Her voice was no louder than a whisper as she glared at him, eyes flashing.

"Sorry," he said sheepishly, no longer caring about the deep red stain across his chest. They both paused for a moment, regarding each other warily.

"Say it again," she said suddenly, eyes wide and imploring.

"You want me to call your…" he caught himself before he said 'fiancé,' knowing it would be too obvious. "You want me to call him that again?"

She started to nod and then realised what she was asking. He saw the uncertainty in her eyes.

Unthinkingly, he said the words again. Her eyes darkened further but he was no longer worried.

He said it again and her eyes slid shut.

He said it a third time and she shivered, she actually shivered. Her hands were holding onto the table, her knuckles turning white under the pressure. She was biting her bottom lip as her shoulders tensed.

"Does it… Are you… uzbudite?" he asked quietly, praying she didn't know what he was asking.

Her eyes flew open and he had his answer before she nodded almost imperceptibly and a whimper slipped through her now pursed lips. He sat back, shocked at her admission. Suddenly she stood up, her skirts making a great noise as she turned from him and walked across the room. In a matter of moments she standing beside John and Nikola could just picture the image she presented. Her cheeks would be flushed from wine and his words, her eyes dark and lips trembling. He could see from where he sat that she was taking short, sharp breaths and he could only imagine what that was doing to her already captivating chest.

Unsurprisingly, it was only a matter of seconds before John was on his feet, arm around Helen as they walked side by side from the room. As they paused at the door, he heard her whisper those dirty words in his ear. John paused and looked down at her confused.

"What does that mean?" he asked her, the alcohol smothering his usually articulate tone.

"Learn Serbian and find out," she whispered back before tugging him down to kiss her. It wasn't anything new, they had all seen these displays of affection before but this time Nikola couldn't look away. Watching her kiss another man because of words he had said was a sick kind of torture that made him tremble but the thought of his own words priming her in such a way… He shivered.

A few days later he'd done it again and she'd sworn that if he dared try it again she'd tell John exactly what he was saying.

Even he knew what a lost cause looked like. Though he did offer her lessons, which she (much to his relief and disappointment) turned down.

Nikola was bought back to the present as her hands moved further down his body. Still half stuck in the memories, Nikola did exactly what he wanted to do all those years ago. He grabbed her, spinning them around until she landed against the wall with a thud. His lips connected with hers again and this time he didn't seek entrance with his tongue, he took it, daring her to react.

And did she ever.

Her body started to gyrate against him with increased urgency. She growled into his mouth as her hands began to pull at the fabric of his waistcoat. Using everything he had, Nikola pushed her back against the wall but without his enhanced strength, they were soon fighting for dominance, pushing and pulling.

With a violent shove, Helen pushed herself off him and Nikola stumbled.

"Never again will you say that," she said threateningly. "Not if you know what's good for you."

His face fell and she smirked before turning and walking away.

He swore again, raising his voice so she could hear him as she rounded the corner.

Maybe if he'd sworn in Serbian she wouldn't have kept walking.

"Careful, or I'll wash your mouth out," she warned and he chuckled.

"Didn't you just do that?" he called back.

He swore he could hear her snigger.