A/N: M-rating

Nick's lips trailed down Jennifer's elegant neck, leaving wet benedictions of his adoration for her. She arched beneath him, desperate for more contact, panting with her want of him and whispering his name over and over.

Her hands pulled at the knot on his tie and searched for the buttons of his shirt. Nick pulled back from her to throw off the tie and pull the half-unbuttoned shirt off over his head. Jennifer reached up and stroked the soft hair on his chest and hard muscles she found there. He grinned and reached beneath her back to roll them over.

Jen laughed breathily to find herself suddenly perched on top of him. It was somehow nicer to do this on his bed than it had been in the woods. That last time had been an overpowering erotic experience, the two of them losing control and losing themselves in each other. Now, in Nick's home, just the two of them, it was so much more intimate.

Nick traced his hands up her legs and hips, careful not to get in the way of her fluttering wings, to find the zip on the back of her dress. He pulled it down and found her back bare beneath it. He flipped them both over again quickly, now standing to pull her dress down and off her body. Her wings were splayed out behind her, and she was left only in her pink lace knickers. Nick rid her of those, too.

He leaned over her, kissing her lips again, teasing her with his tongue. His hands massaged and caressed her breasts, making her sigh with pleasure into his mouth. Nick moved downward, sucking the soft skin of her neck and doing the same on each of her breasts. She whimpered and called out his name, burying her hands in his hair to anchor him to her. Nick moved to readjust and his hand slipped, brushing against one of her wings. Jen let out a gasp that turned into a moan.

Curious, Nick experimented with her wings. He was careful to watch her reactions to see if he was hurting her. His fingers traced the delicate membranes of her wings, like gold lines in glass. He was surprised by how soft her wings were to the touch. Delicate like a butterfly but from flying with her, Nick knew they were strong and powerful.

Jen felt like her body was going to vibrate and fall apart. His gentle touches on her wings were filling her with jolts of pleasure. She was so sensitive there, and she'd never experienced anything like what he was doing. She whimpered uncontrollably, feeling herself be built higher and higher until the tension within her finally snapped. Her whole body arched and her wings fluttered and shook as the waves of sensation flowed through her.

Nick was amazed, watching her lose herself. He'd not imagined that her wings would be erogenous zones, but he was quite certain that his touches had brought her to orgasm right in front of him. It was beautiful and awe inspiring and Nick wanted her so much he could hardly breathe.

As her body settled back down, Jen gasping for air, Nick got up and took off the rest of his clothes. He ached for her and did not think he could wait much longer before he sunk himself inside the inviting warmth of her body. When he was as naked as she, he lifted her limp body into his arms and pulled down the covers of his bed, gently depositing her onto the pillow.

Jen blinked and rejoined reality. She was still buzzing with arousal after her powerful climax. Nick was there, watching her with his gentle dark eyes. He was bare and beautiful. She reached out to him and spread her legs to welcome him in between them. He joined her, suspending himself above her as the cradle of her thighs held his hips.

"Alright?" he whispered, kissing her softly.

She chuckled. Alright? Yes, she was certainly alright. "Incredible," she assured him.

"I wasn't expecting that," he admitted.

"Nor was I. I've never…well, that's never happened before. I know my wings are sensitive. The wind going through them when I fly is very…stimulating. But no one's ever touched them like that before. That was just...incredible."

"You are incredible," he told her.

Before she could respond, his left hand slipped between them found its way to her folds. He was amazed, again, to find that she was dripping wet for him. His attention to her wings certainly had its effect. Her breathy gasp was evidence of her sensitivity there already. And Nick could hardly wait any longer. He repositioned and slowly entered her body.

Their moans and groans mingled together as Nick moved inside her with passion and need. Jen's wings were trapped beneath her back but quivered in time to the clenching flutter of her inner walls around his length. He did his best to hold out, to draw out the pleasure for them both. Jen's eyes were practically rolling back in her head, but when she could get them to focus, she could see Nick watching her. His hazel green eyes were almost black with desire. Jen had lost count of the number of times he'd made her come, perhaps just once prolonged through all of this, perhaps too many to fathom. And when Nick finally sputtered with a few final hard snaps of his hips and stilled, he groaned and closed his eyes with satisfaction. He opened them again to see Jen looking up at him, luminous turquoise eyes shining with adoration.

Nick's strength was waning fast. He slipped out of her and rolled over onto his back. His heart was pounding and he needed to catch his breath.

Jen rolled over, too. Her wings were a little clumsy, and it took her a moment to be able to get them out from under her. But she managed to situate herself on her stomach with the bedsheet barely covering her bum. Her wings flapped lazily, creating a nice cooling breeze for them both. She watched Nick and saw his expression turn from bliss to something else. Frustration, perhaps. Something unhappy.

"What's wrong?" she asked softly. She reached out to trace the deepening lines on his face.

Nick grabbed her hand and pressed his lips to her fingertips. "Nothing with you. Never with you. That was incredible, Jen." They'd both used that descriptor a few times now, but it certainly felt like the right word.

"I agree," she said with a smile. "But something's bothering you."

He sighed, wondering for not the first time how she could know him so well already, how she was able to see into the heart of him in a way no other person ever seemed to. He was not a very demonstrative man when it came to his own feelings. Maybe it was her fairy magic that clued her in, but he had a feeling it was just her who understood him. Something about Jennifer herself. This connection they'd had from the beginning, it had only grown as they allowed themselves to get closer and closer.

"I know there's nothing I can do to help your work. I might not understand. And you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to," she said. "But I'd like to listen if you do want to tell me."

No, she could not help him with his work. She might not understand at all. But he did want to tell her. Not about Dane Majors. Not just yet. He did not want to put any fear into her or the other fairies that Dane Majors was anything but guilty and locked away. He wanted them all to be safe from Dane. But he could unburden himself to Jennifer in a more general sense. "In my work, we do find killers by finding evidence and proof. And that usually shows us the way. But after a while, you get a sense of these things. I've been on this job for fifteen years. And there's sometimes just a gut feeling where you know someone is or isn't guilty. But every so often, there's a case where something niggles at you. Where something's just not quite right. The evidence is overwhelming, the suspect you've got in your sights is a prick, everything, everything points to him."

"Except the niggle," she said, understanding completely with those few words from him.

Nick nodded. "Yeah. That one tiny niggle. My old boss, Bruce, and I put someone away ten years ago and maybe there was a reason for that niggle, but I ignored it. Now this journalist is pretty convinced she's got something and…"

"And suddenly it's back again."

"The niggle, yeah," he said with a sigh. He pulled Jennifer into his arms and stroked the soft skin of her back, feeling the ridges of her spine below her wings. It helped to hold her like this, to feel this calm and this comfort.

"What's the journalist saying?" Jen asked.

"Someone's feeding her something. Someone who thinks that the evidence was planted…Did I help put an innocent man in jail?" Those were the words he'd dreaded saying out loud. He was not unburdened by finally speaking them.

"How?"

"Well, I was the one that found the bloody thing. The murder weapon. After Bruce sent me to search again during the first trial. I found it right there. And I can't help but worry that it was planted there for me to find."

Jen kissed his chest. This whole thing was bothering him very much. Whatever this man had done, whatever it was that caused Nick to have him locked away, Nick was doubting it now. Doubts were never good in any job, and she imagined that it was even worse in his, a job that was so important and had such dire consequences. "Well," she thought aloud, "you have to talk to the journalist. Find out what she knows. Otherwise, you can never put it behind you."

He sighed again. "Yeah, you're right. I think I'm just afraid to face it. If that niggle is right, if…" He trailed off, not wanting to continue. "Anyway, thanks, Jen."

"I'm sorry I can't be of more help."

Nick turned his head to kiss her forehead. "You're perfect," he whispered. "Just let me hold you a little while longer and then we can get up and have some dinner."

She smiled. "That sounds wonderful."

"How long can you stay?"

Jen did not have a definitive answer for him. Eventually, yes, she'd have to go back to the realm. But there was no deadline. She did not want to overstay her welcome with Nick, but she had a feeling that might not be a problem. "Let's just see how it goes," she replied.

Nick liked the sound of that. "Okay."