The wind howled around the house once more. She felt Lop settle himself against her pillow. Let it be known that Tim had the laziest rabbit of all time, despite how cute he was. Zytka tried to quiet her mind, to let it calm down so she could finally sleep, but the more it raged outside, the louder her thoughts became. There was just so much there, and of course learning of what Father Dominik had told her, it just wouldn't let her alone.

The sudden bang of shutters and the icy snow mix pelted the window with a godlike force that even the heaviest of sleepers would awake from its torrent. Well, all except Tim. She wasn't sure if it was the latest Genesis sighting in Denmark or the fact that a crazed man came into the church the other morning and ranted and rated that God hated everyone and that death was inevitable. She could still feel the children pushing against her in fear as the man continued until the men took him outside finally. She just had to get rid of that feeling.

Quickly getting out of bed and wrapping the special throw Tim bought from his last trip, she made her way down to his room. Praying that she wouldn't disturb him. The foundation creaked slightly as the door joined its ruckus and there, dead to the world, was Tim. Fast asleep with one arm draped over his face as the other laid peacefully on his chest. Quietly as possible, she managed her way to his bed, carefully sliding into place next to him.

Zytka felt like a child, afraid of a silly storm and a bad nightmare after watching a movie her parents warned her not to see, yet now paid the price. It was childish, but she just needed to know he was there. The heat that poured off of him was proof he was alive, along with the quiet snore that left his partially opened mouth.

She couldn't stop watching him, he was totally at worry of war or her protection, or even of her epilepsy. Just pure peace. Yet as she looked at him, she wondered why. Why did he really do that? And with it, why have Father Dominik do so? There were so many things that claimed her mind, along with thoughts of other things as his bare chest rose and fell with each breath.

"You gonna keep staring at me?"

Zytka jumped, nearly falling off the bed until his arms wrapped around her middle. Dear Lord, he frightened her. Her heart thumped radically against her chest as she tried to catch her breath, her sight finally landing on Tim as he lazily looked up at her.

"Sorry about that. Could feel you staring at me." he stated, pulling her towards him, "Why are you in here anyway?"

"Sorry, I'll go back to my-"

"I didn't say that." his hands cupped her face, "Are you alright, Zytka? Something wrong?"

"No, nothing's wrong, just..." she trailed off, unsure of how to speak.

"Just what? Did I do something to bother you?"

Zytka sighed, ever since she changed into Amsterdam, he had practically walked on eggshells to protect her and not upset her and in truth, it was getting annoying.

"No Tim, it's not that."

"Well, then what?"

"Well, I just...I don't know...how to say...well...I mean..." she stammered out, finally gaining her breath and her nerve to speak, "Is it true?"

"Is what true?" his face filled with worry.

"That you went to Father Dominik and had him come to Amsterdam to baptize you. If it is, why?"

Silence befell the room, she watched as his eyes seemed to look around and figure out what to say just for him to lay back against the mattress, one hand resting against his forehead, "For you."

"For me?"

"Ja, for you." he sat up again, his arms resting on his knees, "I wanted to understand you more. Not just in your issues or what you are like around me, but everything. Including religion. That piece makes you as well. I tried to understand it looking from the outside in but I just couldn't get it right. So I spoke with Father Dominik about you and the more I did, the more it just felt right for me to do for you."

Zytka was shocked, he did it all for her. Every little thing, every action was for her and to help understand her or make her feel better about things. The more she realized it, the more she realized Kinga was right about what a real man was like.

"So you became a Catholic for me."

"It kinda was my last thing."

She giggled at him, how on earth was she this lucky? She felt his green hazels land on her, knowing there was a smile that was joining hers as well. Finally looking at him, she could see him fighting with himself, the battle behind his eyes raged hard and heavy as his fingers seemed to twitch in want. She watched him, every move he made was what Kinga had spoken to her about before, and with it, her own want and curiosity.

"So, with me being a capital now and immortal, what would that make us?"

"What do you mean?"

Her fingers twisted with one another, nervousness settling into her belly as she tried to find the right words for it all, "Well, I uh...I'm not sure but, are we um...are we-"

His finger pressed to her running mouth, making heat rush around her, "Are you asking if we are tied together?"

Well, that was a way to put it, "Yes, even though there was no action before God?"

Tim gave a soft smile, inching closer to her, "As nations and being immortal, the moment you became Amsterdam you were tied to me."

"So, we are technically married then?"

"Pretty much." he shrugged, "Why the questions?"

Could she really say what she wanted? There was so much she knew so little of and yet she wanted to explore it all with him. She tried to find the courage to speak her mind, but all that came out was a fumble of words as her fingers fiddled together. It wasn't really hard to push what she desired forward but with him, it was like asking the Pope to cleanse the whole world of sin and evil. Such a feat that even he couldn't do.

Tim's hand gently laid on her shoulder as she paused in her attempt, "Zytka, what are you trying to really ask?"

"Well, with us being technically married, um, shouldn't we, um, consummate?" she finally got out.

His eyes widened at her as his jaw joined in on the shock she just delivered. She even shocked herself with it and what she was really asking for. Not the fact she asked for consummation but the pure idea she wanted to be made a real woman by him and only him. To share it with him and dear lord as sinful as it sounded, she wanted to experience the mind-blowing world her sister spoke of. Yet there was no movement or words shared, just awe of the question asked.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said such a thing." the outright fear rolled in her body as she tried to move from the bed.

Yet she found herself still as his hands grasped onto her, gentle yet firm. She couldn't look at him, too terrified to even try.

"Hey," she heard him whisper, "Look at me, Zytka."

She shook her head at him, hearing him give his usual sigh, "Why not?"

"I'm embarrassed. I asked a sinful thing."

"Zytka." he whined, "It's not sinful. Being unwed and having many partners, that's sinful. But you, you did not sin. So, stop it."

He pulled her toward him, feeling the heat radiate off of him as she was almost pressed into his chest. Gaining the courage to look at him, she saw within his green hazels calm and comfort, no judgment or resentment just him and what he felt for her.

"I'm not going to force myself upon you or make you chose between it. It's all on you."

"You made that daunting."

"Why do you say that?"

"All desire and more is resting upon me, what about your wants?"

"Zytka." he pressed a kiss to her head, "Whenever you are ready, I'll be ready."

She wasn't sure what to do anymore, she wanted to continue forward yet was terrified of doing so. A quiet chuckle left him as he laid her down next to him, one arm secured around her shoulders as the other stroked her hair, "Why don't you sleep on it and we'll discuss it another time."

He was serious. Zytka always presumed that men acted upon their own desires and that a woman was to fulfill them without a second thought no matter how she felt. Well, that's what her mother said. Resting her head against his chest, she let the steady thrum of his heart lull her thoughts as his breath grew slow with sleep. Yet she didn't want sleep, she wanted more. Raising her head, she looked down at him, studying his features as he cracked an eye open.

"What happened to sleep?" he asked.

Zytka couldn't stop herself as she placed a kiss to his lips, "Maybe I don't want to."

He looked at her in curiosity just as her fingers raked through his hair, "Maybe I want what I haven't given away."

"Zytka, you realize what you are saying yes?"

She nodded at him, "If I wasn't, would I still be here about it?"

The small smile that claimed him calmed her heart slightly, "Little minx. But are you sure?"

She let the question and thoughts sink in, everything before her as his hand gently traced her arm just to kiss him once more, "Very."

Before she knew it, he had pulled her into a deep, passionate kiss. Love and desire building within as his tongue traced her bottom lip, her arms caught her as she moved to be above him, pressing her chest into his gaining a subtle moan from beneath her.

"Either you read something or spoke with someone." he said between the kiss, "So which is it?"

Courage caught up to her as she straddled his hips, feeling his heated arousal below her. She let her hands traced his chest, feeling every definition that was really him, "I spoke with a few."

In a swift motion, his shirt was gone, tossed in the room, "Getting hot in here. So who may I ask?" he nearly demanded as his arms wrapped around her with another claimed kiss.

He was right about that, it was getting warmer, or maybe it was her, "Brie, Riko, Kinga, and your sister."

"Belle?" he almost shouted.

"Yes." Zytka giggled, "I called her the other day and she gave me some nice notes. And I also called Rose as well since you used to go to her the most in the brothels."

The look on his face was one of unsure and wonder, "Then maybe you did you your homework- OH!"

Zytka silenced him as she took Rose's points and ground her hips into his own, dragging her nails down his chest as well. His reaction was all the courage she needed to keep this going, no doubt in her mind that she was doing bad or hurting him. His fingers gripped the bedsheet with a knuckle-breaking force as she repeated the moment again.

"I must've, you seem to really like this." she whispered to him, placing a small kiss to his Adam's apple.

Suddenly, she found herself on her back as his body pressed into hers. Zytka stared up at him in shock, amazed how fast he moved and how determined he looked. His lips crashed into hers in a hot and needy kiss, his fingers tangled themselves in her hair while his body aligned perfectly with hers. It felt amazing. Whole really, like it was meant to happen this way as she wrapped her arms around his neck. The low groan that rumbled from his chest sent a strange warm waved from her head to her toes, making her do the same as he continued to kiss her. Leaving her tousled hair, his hands skimmed down her body, touching every point of her, leaving hot little flames under her skin. This was heavenly.

"Think there's a little much on you." his voice was dark and husky with need as his fingers curled around the bottom of her shirt.

A cool chill sat in her stomach, making her wonder if this was alright. With a quick motion, her shirt was gone, toss aside with his own as her arms flew up to cover herself.

"Zytka, are you sure you want this?" he asked, pausing above her.

"Yes." she gave out weakly.

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about, shatje. It's just me."

Mustering up what courage she could, she moved her hands to rest by her head just to feel his gaze upon her half-naked body. There was something about his look, not like others she had seen on the street when they desired nothing but flesh but more. It was almost the same look Kacper had for Kinga. One that looked at her as a woman, not as a toy of their pleasure.

"Good?" she questioned.

"You have no idea how beautiful you really are to me."

Heat blossomed on her cheeks at his words, along with it spreading over her body, "Then show me."

He silenced any racing thoughts with a passionate kiss, deep and filling just for those soft lips to travel down her neck, placing little butterfly kisses against the sensitive skin, making her lose her breath. Zytka tried to keep herself grounded, focused on her surroundings yet the farther he went down, the harder it became. Especially when his hands found her breasts. She couldn't stop the moan that left her throat nor her body arching into him either. It was as if it had a mind of its own. Tender kisses danced around the plump mounds, making her question her sanity until his teeth latched onto a pert bud, making her squirm in delight. Licks and nips came to her, both of them being treated with equal care just as his mouth crept slowly down her belly. She stiffened slightly unsure of what he was doing. Sitting up, he kissed the inner-side of her knee, trailing a hot line of fire down to her core, switching to repeat the same to the other. Only then did she feel his fingers curl in the band of her panties, gently tugging them from her body.

She tried to say something, yet couldn't find the words when he pulled the piece away from her body and off into the dark. She was bare. Naked before him. And her mind screamed at her to run while her heart demanded her to stay. He pushed her legs apart, placing gentle kisses to her hip bone as he moved lower and finally she found her voice.

"Tim, wait!"

"What's wrong?" he asked, eyes filled with worry.

"What are you doing? It's, well, dirty there."

A soft chuckle left him, "It may seem that way but it's not really. Besides, I have to get you ready for me and this is the next best thing."

She wanted to reason with him but the sensation of his knuckles brushing her folds and over the sensitive nub was lost to the world. She twitched in excitement and shock, how such a small thing could control her body like so. Well, that was until his tongue lapped up her core, circling around her just to stop and tease the bundle of nerves. Zytka's head pressed into the pillow as her fingers curled into the sheets, her breath lost in her throat as she felt his finger press into her core, diving deeper within her as his tongue teased. Ok, maybe she was wrong with what she said. She never thought something like that would feel so good. Another lithe finger found itself within her as it curled and scissored in time with his play. A deep heat within her grew one that seemed only he could put out.

Suddenly it was cold, her body shivering from the strange sensation that boiled in her belly, just to feel him above her as something else was placed at her core. Eyes shooting open, Zytka looked down her body to see Tim ready himself with her. And a small fear claimed her.

"Hey, look at me."

Doing as told, she looked up at him, seeing his calm eyes smile down at her, "It's alright I promise."

"Are you sure?" she asked, "And how did you take your pants off without me knowing."

He chuckled at her, "You were lost in something else when I did. And yes, I'm totally sure. Here."

His hands guided her arms to wrap around his neck as he raised her legs to rest on his hips, "Keep like this if you can, it'll make it a little easier."

Nodding her head, she pulled him to her to gain another kiss from him, for it seemed to be the only thing that quelled her screaming mind. He gave no haste as he kissed her back, hands curling into her shoulders as if holding her in place. Then pain filled her body as he pressed his hips against hers. That was not what she thought would happen as the ache grew more intense with him within her. She wasn't sure if she wanted to push him away or hang onto him for dear life. Yet it was made for her as his own grip tightened on her, a low groan rumbled from within him. No movement was made from him, just his deep kiss and fingers dancing on her shoulders.

Finally, he broke away, causing her to gasp out the pain that riled within her, tears falling as she tried to catch her breath.

"I'm sorry Zytka, I really am. But it'll go away in a moment, just relax." he whispered to her, his lips finding her neck.

She pulled him closer as she tried to will the hurt away. This was her decision, after all, so she needed to pay the price of it. But before long, the pain subsided and the ache to a strange discomfort mixed with a primal need.

Rocking her hips against his own, she heard him bite back a low rumble from within him, green hazels glanced down at her, "That was very mean."

"Are you arguing with me?"

"You ok for me to continue?"

She nodded slightly, wondering what would come forth now. Slowly, she felt him leave her body, every little detail of him she could feel as it seemed her body demanded him back, just to feel him slide back in. The slow, steady rhythm he gave silenced her thoughts as she fell into the feeling of him. The gentle push and pull of his body was odd yet perfect as she held onto him, gaining small kisses over her face as he whispered sweet Dutch to her. And with it, the fire grew once more.

"More." she whispered against his hear.

"You sure?"

Zytka unraveled her arms from his neck, pulling his face to her own. Placing a deep, serious kiss to his soft lips was all she needed to say to him, he knew that she was determined and that was her way of proving it. Then his arms caged her to the bed, pressing her own into herself and him. With a dip of his hips, he gained a new angle and began a new pace for her. One that was leaving her nearly breathless and calling out his name. Her hands wrapped around his arms as she tried to find even ground yet there was nothing but them. No world or war outside or even her epilepsy, just them and the love they were creating.

He thrusted into her deeper, harder, and faster. Sending her on a whirl of pleasure she never knew was real. The boiling heat within her lower belly grew more and more as he pumped into her, gaining a new tightness as well. She could hear him panting above her, even over her own pants and moans, yet with it, the heat grew more intense.

"Tim?" she tried to voice out, "Timothy."

He hummed in reply as his nose nuzzled her neck again, "It's getting hot and tight, what-"

She was silenced by his lips once again, and with it, the tight heat grew out of control, just for him to mumble against her mouth, "Let it happen."

"But Tim-"

"Trust me Zytka, let it happen." he went faster and harder into her.

She felt the white-hot heat begin to spill over as her mind seemed to float away with her body. The tightness finally snapped within her, spilling a wave of pleasure and bliss through her. Her legs wrapped tightly against his waist as her hand dug into his shoulders, just for her head to slam into the pillow.

"My God!" she gasped out loud, feeling the waves just claimed her over and over again as Tim stilled above her, twitching within her.

Dear lord, what was that? She felt herself shake as she slowly came to, her body sensitive to everything and how well it felt to have him surround her. A sweet kiss came to her nose as she looked up at him. Pleasure and relaxation covered his features as he smiled down at her.

"Liked it then?"

She smiled back, "I am laying here, no?"

"Smartass."

"Yours."

"That's true."

"So what was-"

"Your release." he interrupted, "An orgasm to be precise."

Oh, now it made sense of everything. Kinga had tried to explain of the sensation of pleasure but feeling it was totally different than word of mouth. She relaxed into the mattress, feeling the need of sleep come to her just for her to realize something.

"Tim, what day is it?"

"What, what does that have to do-"

"Plenty, so please tell me so I may plan actions out better since I know you relieved yourself within me."

Tim sighed at her, "Zytka, it's alright."

"What do you-"

"I know what I was doing and as much of not being the greatest towards kids, I think our own would leave a different mark on me."

He wasn't serious was he, "Wait, are you saying-"

"I'm willing for a baby yes. But it'll be only one for it will be a boy, end of story."

Now she laughed at him, "How sure are you of that?"

"Very." he stated, moving from her, gathering her in his arms and holding her close, "I'm willing to bet on it."

"You know God has a sense of humor to those that are a little arrogant?"

"You know you called out His name in vain when you came?"

"I did not!"

He kissed her quickly, "Did so. But yes, I'm willing for a baby with you."

Dear Lord, how embarrassing to take his name in such a dirty act but she couldn't help but smile at Tim, "So if it's a girl, what then?

"Then it'll be one, then a boy, but no more than two."

"Ok, ok. You win." she stifled a yawn, "I'm now officially tired."

"You should be. Get some rest, Amsterdam. Ik hou van je."

There, right there, she knew he was serious the most her. How he was planning a life and what to do with her and the future that was before them, and with it, she was ready to take it all on, no matter what came before them, "Ik hou ook van je."