Nick was more than happy to be stepping foot inside his and Adalind's home. Even happier to see the beautiful blonde greet him in nothing but an old t-shirt of his. He drew her into his arms and devoured her lips in a passionate kiss, slipping his tongue inside to tangle with her's.

Not only had work become more complicated, from finding out the man he worked for never really ever chose a side, but now Hank knew about the wesen community.

A long time friend of Hank's had asked his help in finding his daughter.

Turned out the whole family were coyotl, coyote like wesen. There was a barbaric and old tradition followed by the males of the pack. Hank's friend had left that life wanting something better for his daughter, but the pack was not to keen on letting the girl skip the ritual.

Luckily Nick and Hank had found the girl before she could be brutalized. However the girl had been so upset, the pack was still a threat at that moment, she had woged in front of Nick. Hank had been about to shoot his god daughter, until Nick explained that,

Yes,

what Hank was seeing was real

Yes,

Nick could see it too and had infact seen others like that for some time

And to Carly, Hank's god daughter

Yes

he was a grimm but he was the kind that only killed bad wesen, like the ones who were about to bust in through that barn door and try to kill them.

Surprisingly, Hank had adjusted to the news quickly enough to understand their attackers would be morphing into coyote looking creatures to try to scare them and get the advantage.

They did not know Nick was a grimm and would not anticipate Hank not being shocked at their forms.

It worked.

The coyotl had nearly soiled themselves at seeing a grimm, and they had failed to shock Hank and get any advantage. The two detectives and the teen girl had easily held their own and taken down the wesen.

The kidnappers had been either killed or arrested.

Carly was safe back with her father.

And Hank had a new understanding of the world.

He decided that just because someone was so very different than what he thought was the norm, didn't mean he should judge them on that difference.

Nick, Carly and her father were still the same people he had known for years. They were still his friends. That would never change.

Of course Hank did have A LOT of questions for NIck.

Which lead to NIck taking him to first Monroe's house to see the blutbad woge. And had lead to the older detective making the wesen full woge several times.

Nick was a bit more hesitant to ask Adalind to full woge for Hank, afraid on how the encounter would affect both party's.

A hexenbiest woge was similar to a rotting corpse. Nick was afraid Hank would say something and offend Adalind. Or maybe ask some questions that might get a little to personal.

But it was Adalind who had assured Nick everything would turn out fine, and the grimm really should stop being so overprotective and dramatic. They were all adults, they could handle themselves.

Unsurprisingly Hank had been terrified at Adalind's woge, and he had asked a lot of questions,

"Nick knows you what you change into and doesn't mind?"

"You can move stuff with you mind, you can do magic, like potions and spells?"

"Did you know what the other was before or after you got together?"

The couple had explained to Hank as best as they could without going into uncomfortable detail about what made their relationship what it was.

"Her woge only surprised me the first time I saw it because it was the first woge I ever saw. She tried to scare me by woging another time but I didn't feel fear, I don't think I even flinched."

"No, you actually got a shit eating grin on your face, like me trying to intimidate you was entertaining."

"So, when she does it, you don't get bothered?"

"Not in the way you think. My life has become a lot more dangerous since I became a grimm. The people I love will always be placed in danger because of those trying to get to me. Adalind having the power to protect herself is comforting to me. And I have always found smart, powerful women to be sexy."

Hank decided to stop asking questions as they could lead into His partners bedroom activity, something he really wanted to stay clear away from.

Later on, when Nick and Adalind were alone and preparing for bed, Nick made a confession.

"It turned me on"

"What"

"When you woged and tried to intimidate me, it turned me on. You weren't afraid of me. Every other wesen I encountered was either afraid of me or trying to kill me, in that moment you were doing neither, just showing you would hold your own. You have no idea how much I wanted to show you how little your woge affected me by kissing the daylights out of you and seeing if I could crack your fearless facade. I wanted to know what made you feel truly vulnerable. I wanted to feel you tremble in my arms. When I saw you with Hank's arms around you, I felt jealous, possessive. I hated myself when I thought ,she is mine, I did not want anyone else to touch you. So when you kissed me outside that bar, I saw the chance to make you mine. You offered one night, but a part of me was determined to have you for much much longer."

Adalind decided to confess something, herself.

"I got aroused when you just grinned at my woge. I wanted to knock the smug look off your face. Take you by surprise. I actually thought of climbing in your lap, grinding hard on you and kissing you until I had you begging for more. I was angry with myself for those thoughts and feelings. Angry for those who put me in that position in the first place. And frustrated because those thoughts stayed with me for nights after. I would be alone in my bed and you would enter my fantasies. It was why, when I saw you at that bar that night, I offered you a one night stand. I saw the opportunity and I took it. I thought I would get you out of my system, but all I managed was to find out how little my fantasies did you justice. When you stayed into the morning, and then asked me out on a real date, I felt like maybe I wasn't alone in my desires, and I could have something real."

They had then fallen into eachothers arms and made love, exploring more of one another's fantasies that night. The realization that the chemistry had not been one sided the perfect fuel for hours of passion.

Sadly, there were other things that could fuel passion, and not in the fun way.

Monroe and Rosalie had gone on what was supposed to be a romantic picnic, but had been interrupted by a wesen infected with some type of odd desease.

Rosalie had gotten infected, which had made her very affectionate towards Monroe, than overly, than near hostile.

They had been able to find a cure and had saved Rosalie's life.

Which coupled with the fact Monroe had remained a proper gentleman and not taken advantage during her ill behavior, earned the blutbad a lot of brownie points with the fuchsbau.

But romance was not so easy for everybody, as the wolf wesen preacher leading a congregation of sheep wesen learned.

Not only was the blutbad skimming money from his own church, and had been doing it for yours to other churches, but he was sleeping with multiple women in his flock and had murdered a man and tried pinning the embezzlement on that man, to cover up his crime.

The case had been bizarre and confusing from the get go. Nick had to ask Monroe to go undercover to help sort out what was happening.

But it had been one case where neither the cop, nor the grimm had been needed to step in.

When the congregation had found out about their preachers sins, they had turned on him. Do to such a large mass of people, it was impossible to prosecute.

Especially with them all claiming self defence.

On top of everything else, they never did find the money.

Though Nick had his suspicions considering the preacher's wife and pregnant mistress disappeared, with rumors they had booked a flight to a tropical island.

When Nick had told the story to Adalind, she had said the two women deserved their happy ending, and it was good of the preacher's wife not to blame the mistress or the baby for her husband's misdeeds. Taking the young woman with her to ensure a comfortable life for the three of them.

That helped Nick feel better about the whole thing, and made him more grateful at having such a sweet and intelligent lover.

Lovers were not always so sweet.

Angelina, Monroe's ex, was proof of that.

The woman was a cold blooded murderer. And certifiably psychotic

So it was to Nick and Monroe's complete and utter shock and surprise when the she blutbad came back into town to worn Monroe about a hit that had been placed on his head.

More and more people were hearing about the grimm of Portland and the blutbad that was helping him.

Whether the wesen community wanted to kill Monroe for helping Nick or hurt Nick by killing someone he loved, was hard to say. Either way Monroe was in danger and Angelina was helping, whether Nick and Monroe liked it or not.

Faking the blutbad death by giving him a special potion to mimic death was the easiest part of the plan, but trying to get to Monroe before the effects were permanent and having to fight with what was essentially a small army had become much more difficult.

Angelina dieing to save Monroe was the most shocking moment. Nick would never say he liked the woman, but he would say he admired her for her devotion to those she cared about.

In the end, it had saved his best friend's life.

Monroe had wanted to go home and deal with his conflicting emotions alone. He had stopped loving Angelina a long time ago, and was wanting a relationship with Rosalie. But the she-blutbad had once been the most important part of his life and she had just sacrificed herself for him.

It was a lot to process.

For Nick, all he wanted was to be home, with Adalind, and lose himself in her comfort. As strange as they were as a couple, things just always made sense with her.

Adalind gave Nick peace. With her, he felt love, passion, completion. It was easy to forget everything else when his Adalind ran her fingers through his hair, or when he wrapped his arms tight around her and inhaled her scent.

Adalind was the sun after a long and terrible storm. She was the the rain after a long drought. She was his madness and his sanity.

Adalind was Nick's everything.

The best part was, she felt the same way about him. And she loved Nick losing himself inside her.

There really was nothing better than her grimm taking all of his frustrations out by making love to her.

Adalind had wondered if other wesen had ever experienced anything like it, or if she was the first.

Highly doubtful, considering Nick told her his aunt had been engaged to a wesen, and she could not have been the first grimm to have a wesen lover.

More likely, no one wanted to let out the secret that grimms were incredible lovers, or all wesen would stop fearing them and start trying to bed them.

And Adalind had no interest in competition for Nick's body.

Not that there was anything to worry about, seeing as her grimm was the loyal and devoted sort.

Least likely to stray, most likely to hold on long after the other has let go.

A love like that deserved to be rewarded. What better reward than whispers of I love you while fingers ran through hair and legs wrapped around to drive his hard member in deep.

"It's so good to be home" Nick moaned as he thrust into Adalind.

He did not mean the house that they shared. He meant her soft body, welcoming him in and chasing away the rest of the world.