Helen. Nikola. Shower. As promised.

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Part 6 – A Glimpse

In all fairness he really hadn't thought this plan out very well, he realised as he stood in the now open doorway to her bathroom. He'd known she was in the bathroom, in the shower. In the shower in the bathroom. With the water running... IN THE SHOWER. But somehow the sight that greeted him was completely unexpected. He was prepared for a confrontation but instead he was having a bloody heart attack. His heart literally skipped a beat. He felt it stop dead in his chest, pause, ask itself if it had died and gone to heaven, and then resume beating at a significantly faster pace.

Stood in front of him was the most beautiful creature he'd ever seen. He had fully intended to demand an explanation about the photograph of them but instead he found himself paralysed, his mouth opening and closing like some sort of crazy fish.

She was leaning heavily against her hands, her arms stretched out straight in front of her, one leg bent at the knee. She was facing directly into the stream of water that beat down onto her, her body side on to the gaping man in the doorway. Her face was upturned into the water, eyes shut tightly, her senses dulled to the world by the falling liquid. He had never seen so much of her skin at the same time before and he felt himself getting lost in the gentle curve of her legs to her buttocks to her hips to the slight arch of her back. He nearly lost his mind at the sight of the heavy orbs of her breasts, her nipples standing erect as the water ran in rivulets down the toned skin of her abdomen. Oh good God, the taste of those wonderful nipples in his mouth, as he swirled his tongue...

Something then clicked in the catatonic state that Nikola Tesla's mind was in. The shower had been running for a while, at least the whole time he had been in her bedroom. Why the hell could he see her glorious form so completely? The shower's glass doors should be completely steamed up and obscuring his gaze. Even at the snail's pace that his brain was currently working at, Nikola's eyes widened considerably.

Was Helen Magnus taking a cold shower? In the middle of the night? When her bed looked like it had been thoroughly used?

Blinking rapidly, like a complete idiot, Nikola gave her form one last glance, committing every detail and curve to memory before backing out of the bathroom, gently swinging the door into its previous position and then bolting from her bedroom like a madman.

Holy bloody shit.

He repeated these three words many times as he thundered down the corridor, skidding into his room and locking the door behind him. Leaning heavily against its sturdy frame he tried to still his rapid breathing. On the up side, he definitely no longer had the image of her dead and bleeding running through his mind anymore. When he closed his eyes all he saw was her gloriously naked form, water cascading down her pale skin and trickling over her gorgeous...

Stop. Stop torturing yourself.

Nikola pushed himself up from leaning against the door and swiftly headed towards his own bathroom, flicking the shower onto ice cold and stepping in.

Helen Magnus taking a cold shower after some vivid dreams.

He almost laughed at the utter absurdity of the idea. His eyes then grew dark as his mind strayed to the possibilities that a steamy dream involving Helen could present. God, how he wished, hoped, longed for her to be dreaming about him. Growling deeply he shoved his face under the cold jet of water.

Helen stepped gingerly out of the shower. Her muscles soothed by the water and her mind cleared by the gentle thump of the water against her face. Sighing, she wrapped a towel around her shivering body and exited the bathroom. She wandered over to her dresser to pick out a new set of pyjamas to replace the sweat soaked ones she had discarded. Half way there she paused, glancing sideways at her locked door. Something was not right.

Nikola's eyes flew open as he stood in his shower, realisation dawning. He groaned loudly and whacked his head against the wall in front of him three times.

Oh. Holy. Shit.

The lock.

Helen stalked to her door and turned the handle, it swung inwards as it opened. Her eyes widened in shock before they narrowed, anger coursing through every vein in her body.

Nikola bloody Tesla!

She slammed her door shut again, locking it tightly. He'd been in her bedroom, her private quarters! He knew she never allowed anyone into her personal sanctuary, ever. She grabbed the pillow from the floor and flung it back onto her bed, her chest rising and falling violently as her heart raced and she sucked in great gulps of air. Her eyes flew to the picture of him on her bedside table. Grasping the frame roughly she swung back, ready to hurl it across her room.

She stopped herself just in time as she noticed the bathroom light still on from her shower.

Oh dear god.

The ragged breaths of her anger dissipated in an instant, replaced by a thumping heart and a fire igniting in her abdomen.

He'd definitely seen her. Definitely. How long had he stood there? How could he do that to her? How could he invade her privacy like that?

She swallowed hard as she realised that none of those questions really mattered to her.

Did he enjoy it? She heard her mind whirring. Did he take pleasure in seeing her like that - naked and wet? What was he doing right now? Was he thinking about her as he pleasured himself?

Slamming the picture down in its place she gave a deep growl as she ripped the towel from around her and hurried to the shower, once again switching the temperature to frigid.

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