Just having some fun here. Nothing serious about it at all. After I saw the Spicks and Specks finale (tear) I had to write something peppy to get my mojo back...
Oh, and I've never heard anyone speak Serbian so just go with the flow please :)
Thank you for the reviews, they make me feel all warm and fuzzy!
xx
"Vut is rung my dear?" Nikola drawled in her ear before dropping a kiss on her cheek and moving back to grin down at her.
"What on earth are you on about now?" she groused sleepily, batting at the hands that were peeling away the soft cotton blanket.
"I vas simply asking vhy you vwere still asleep," he continued as he gave up on pulling down the blanket and settled for snuggling under it instead. "Avter all, it es almust halv past aeght."
"Nikola," she muttered warningly before squirming away from his cold hands. "I was sleeping. We're supposed to be on holiday."
"Zat ve are," he conceded before nuzzling into her neck.
"Hey!" she squealed, pushing him off her. "You're cold."
"Zen walrm me up," he suggested huskily, dragging her back towards him. She fought him slightly but as his lips landed on her jugular she gave up protests in favour of throaty moans.
"Do yuu like zat?" he asked, pressing his body more firmly against hers. She mumbled incoherently in response, threading her hands through his hair, dragging his head down until she could whisper in his ear.
"If you don't tell me why you're talking like that, so help me God I won't share your bed for a week," she threatened, pleased when he pulled back and looked down into her eyes with something akin to fear in his own.
"Sorry," he muttered, looking absolutely destitute. Pleased at her handiwork, Helen smiled up at him smugly.
"Now, out with it," she demanded trying to stifle a yawn but not quite succeeding.
Seeing her 'weakness', Nikola's eyes brightened once more and a predatory smirk appeared on his lips.
"Now why would I do that?" he asked clearly, leaning in to nuzzle her cheek. "You like me much too much to throw me out of your bed," he advised as his nose traced down her cheek to a spot just below her jaw.
"Do you really want to test that?" she asked through gritted teeth, the only sign that she was struggling to keep her composure.
"Da."
And Nikola really would have applauded her next move if it hadn't sent him sprawling onto the floor, arms outstretched in a vain attempt to stop himself from landing face first on the carpet.
"You're mean," he complained, rolling onto his back to stare up at the four poster bed he'd been so rudely kicked out of.
"I hate to say I told you so..." Helen said with a grin, rolling over so that she could peer down at him, head resting neatly on one hand as the other dangled off the edge of the bed.
"It's a good thing I love you," Nikola said warily, rubbing his shoulder as he sat up. Helen merely chuckled, rolling over so that she could stretch languidly.
"You never answered my question," she said with a shrug, eyeing him off as he sat once more on the edge of the bed.
"That's because I figured you couldn't possibly be that thick," he said, dodging the fist that came his way as he rolled his eyes. "Violent," he chastised, grabbing her hand and then the other as she sent it towards his shoulder too. Pining her arms lightly on either side of her head, he leaned in to give her a soft, lingering kiss before releasing her and moving to stand.
Or he would have if her hands hadn't immediately flown to his shoulders, pulling and tugging him down closer to her body.
"Helen," he warned against her lips before pining her once more to the bed. With her hands restrained he pulled back, smiled at her and pecked her one last time before standing and finally releasing her.
"Tease," she grumbled, rubbing her eyes as she sat up.
"Stop hitting me and I'll stop teasing you," he offered simply and she sighed before stiffening, eyes widening in comprehension.
"Oh."
"And now she gets it," he enthused with a sarcastic smile.
"The accent," she said, nodding as if she finally understood the meaning of the universe.
"Precisely," he said, rolling his eyes. "Does this mean I'll be allowed back in your bed after all?" he asked as he moved to the writing desk in the corner, plucking a faded piece of paper from a well worn stack.
"Our bed," she corrected, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed, unable to keep a wide grin from her face. "And yes."
"Thought so," he said smugly before his eyes narrowed. "Why do you look like the cat that got the cream?"
"I've been waiting for this letter for a very long time," she said cryptically, grabbing her robe and strolling towards him.
"That doesn't explain the gleam in your eye."
"Just write and find out."
"Vatever yuu say darlink."
Rolling her eyes, she started off what was going to be a fun thousand words or so.
"OW! That hurt!"
At least for her, anyway.
