I want to thank everyone who's read and reviewed this and has kept reading the story. This has spiraled into something bigger than I thought it would. I appreciate the feedback. I also want to thank Arones for being my beta reader.

Note: Let's pretend for continuity sake that in the last chapter I wrote that she was sitting at her desk wearing a nice pair of pyjamas. I also hope no one minds that I borrowed the idea of Nikola speaking in his native tongue now and then from another writer, I've only seen one person do this, but I like the idea even if the internet is a poor source for translation, so forgive me please.

There is one more Chapter after this and I think it's finished.

-B

It felt to Helen that if at any minute her body would be swooping down to the floor. The tension and weight of her body along with the booze were doing a number on her. Her mind was at war with her body. Part of her wanted to get as far away from him as possible, maybe take her plane to New Zealand and hide for a while. Boy she wished they had space ships, but she knew Nikola would find her in another galaxy if he had to, he always found her. The rest of her thoughts were of pulling him into the comforting darkness her bedroom, fulfilling those fantasies that had been plaguing her for most of the evening. (In truth much longer.) She looked into Nikola's darkened blue eyes and wonder for a moment if he still had a soul? Or had the Source Blood abolished it.

Before Helen realized what had happened Nikola had taken it upon himself to scoop her up in his arms to carry her off to bed.

"Put me down!" she demanded making a pitiful attempt at escape, it was no use, and she was even a little glad he had.

"Resistance, is indeed futile my love." Helen huffed and tried to hide her smile as he kicked her bedroom door open further.

"This is going right to your head isn't it? Both of them." She laughed. Helen caved and let herself curled into his neck taking in his sent. Would it kill her to let go?

"Oh, moja ljubav you know me so well. Now, I'll get you into bed, fetch your warm milk and keep you company until you fall asleep, a story perhaps? You used to love my stories, I never did tell you about the time I caught some miscreants breaking into my old lab..."

Helen looked up at him as he carefully placed her into bed and took off her slippers for her. The whole thing was odd but pleasant at the same time. She closed her eyes. "Where did this other side of you come from Nikola?" Looking at him again. "In all our years together I've not seen you be this gentle, this..." She trailed off.

"Loving?" He answered, then with a shrug. "You have simply never given me the chance, and it's only recently you stopped chasing me with Xavier." He always did like that the eccentric woman named the gun she slept with. Nikola had the same tendency to give things like his inventions pet names, before giving them official ones.

She felt a pang of guilt, but she pushed it aside. "He's been the only man in my bed for some time." She let this slip out. Her thoughts were racing again. Helen couldn't remember the last man in her bed, had it really been that long?

"Is that a hint?" He questioned coming to the edge of the bed.

With a sheepish grin, "Possibly?"

Biting her lip she sat up and reached out for his shirt tugging him down on top of her. She needed to feel his body smooched with her own. Nikola came down against her hard pushing her into the mattress, as she'd wanted. Reaching for his neck and a handful of hair she dug her nails in then and caught his mouth with her own kissing him with a feverish need. He didn't have time to blink, his insides were insisting he comply with her actions and so he did. He dipped his tongue into her mouth searching, tasting desperation, and the left over wine which was bitter sweet. Nikola hadn't noticed until now that he'd bit her lip when he came down. He could taste her blood in his mouth, the sweet iron to his lips was as glorious as he'd imagined. He bit her lip sharply to take just a little more while let his hands roam her body. Helen moaned hot into his mouth. She was still griping his shirt tightly, knuckles almost white, both pain and pleasure searing through her. She looked up into his now blackened eyes facing his inner demon in a more intimate way. "Nikola," she whispered into the chill of dimly lit room.

"I wasn't going to take advantage Helen, but it seems you've left me no choice." His tone was several octaves lower now, and she was fully aware that she'd brought this about herself.

She had done her very best for so long but Helen had finally crumbled and said it to him. "Oh bite me, Nikola" She quipped in that tone only she could mange. A smirk curled her lips and she clung to him tighter.

He searched her face and could see that behind the smirk there lay seriousness in that statement. "Now I know you've gone mad..."

"What of it if I have then?" She questioned seriously, before smirking. Her hand found it's way between their bodies getting a handful of his bulge that was pressed firmly against her.

"As you wish."

If Helen had been dealing with Nikola the person he would have stopped this long ago and said goodnight, but there had been blood involved and only a shadow of the man remained. She had a hold of his manhood edging him on, she offered herself to him willingly.

Nikola let out a hissing growl. Shoving her head to the side, he pulled her top away from her neck, he slipped his extended nails in the silky material and removed her of it completely, long with her bra. He took a long lick up toward her ear before he slid back down picking the best spot. His hands finding the mounds of her white breasts squeezing. As he did this she was undoing his belt losing his pants so she could more properly stroke more than just his ego.

Nikola had pinned her to the bed, she shivered when his fangs grazed her skin. "ti okus poput raj." When he bit into her neck she squeezed him hard, making his stiffness twitch in his hand. She would be marked from this. Her moan filled the air doing her best to say his name but it came out in mumbles. She feed him for a few seconds, it was a strange feeling of pain, pleasure and what she could only name as electricity running through her body at the same time. Helen could get very used to this. She had nothing to compare it too, and she was sure she had came a little from it. The warmth of his tongue lapping her wound eased the sting. Helen yanked his head back, he had his fun. "Just do me already." She demanded looking into his reddish-black eyes.

The last of their clothes were were quickly shed. "Thanks for not wearing the iron bloomers tonight, I haven't got time to find a lock smith." He snickered.

"Oh, You lousy frigger!" She rolled her eyes and slapped him on the back of the head. "I ought to put you on the floor, take care of that lump yourself!"

"But Helen, my lovely vampirous lump is only for you." This time he got a snorting laugh out of her, he took a moment to suck on and nip her breasts and for that she slapped him again.

"Don't tease." She warned.

He paused before he did it again, only Helen was the one who growled this time. She wrapped her legs around his waist squeezing, she put her hands on his shoulders effortlessly shifting so she was the one mounting him. Sharply dragging her nails down his chest, she leaned in to graze her lips to his then pinched his nipples. "Next time I get Xavier," She whispered the threat, and gestured low showing him exactly where she would stick it.

Apparently the Vampire in Nikola had awoke something fiendish in her he observed. "A bullet to the junk is hardly fair trade for a little tease." He was nervous a moment, he gave his best wounded puppy impression. "Sazaljenje." He surrendered and took in the sight of her magnificent frame and was enjoying every moment of this.

He enjoyed it even more when she lifted his shaft and started to slowly lower herself over down every inch of his cock, the last she took at once. She was soaked. Nikola pulled her down for a kiss she didn't resist this time she grinned her hips against him intending to ride him until they both came.

The dizzying, hot, toe curling wave of orgasm hit her hard releasing all the tension she'd been saving. Maybe part of her was saving it to take out on him. If there had been anyone on that floor at the time they would have surly heard her screams. "Helen." She knew what he wanted and she found herself on her back once more looking up at him in his sweaty glory. Her leg wrapped around him again this time keeping him close as he trusted deeply into her folds, she grabbed the sheets and steadied herself as he came. "Nikola!" They couldn't make up for the years of sexual tension at once but she thought it would be damned fun to try.