"Your Captain, Renard, do you think he is willing to go against his own brother?" Monroe asked.

"I'm pretty sure he would sell anyone out for a chance at power." Nick declared matter of factly. "As far as his brother is concerned, the two of them would rather see the other dead than sitting on the throne."

"There's really no telling what either of them are willing to do in their pursuit of power." Adalind advised.

"So how much trust are we putting in Sean Renard?" Monroe enquired.

"Next to none. Less if we can help it." Nick answered.

As far as Nick was concerned, Renard was only useful in circumstances where his connections could help them solve a case. But letting him too close would be unwise and could cost them.

Most importantly, Nick needed to keep Renard at a distance to keep him from trying to get in Adalind's head. He didn't trust for one minute that the royal bastard truly accepted the relationship between the grimm and the hexenbiest. Or that it was based on love. Every instinct in Nick told him that if Renard ever saw a weak spot in the relationship, he would use any and every means possible to convince Adalind to turn her back on Nick.

So Nick was determined to never risk a chance of giving Renard that opportunity.

He especially made sure Adalind always felt loved and desired. He would not let a single opportunity pass where he could let her know she was everything to him.

Everytime he touched her, he was all too aware of how easily he could lose her, and he worshipped her like it would be the last time, just in case it was.

Adalind had no doubt that Nick loved her. His every touch conveyed that he needed her. The amount of passion that was between them was undeniable. He would hold her in his arms, and make her feel like she was his whole world.

There was never a single thought that entered Adalind's mind that maybe Nick wanted something, or someone else.

In fact, Nick often let Adalind know that she was his preferred source of comfort. That he regarded her as his safe haven when the world got too dark.

There was so much chaos that Nick couldn't control. It didn't matter if he knew what was coming or not, some situations were just out of his hands.

Whenever he felt at a loss and completely helpless, he knew Adalind would be there with open arms, willing and able to hold him tight. One kiss from her made all of the hardship worth it.

Adalind learned when Nick had to deal with a truly hard case when he held her really tight and bury his head in her hair, eventually sliding down to her neck for a while, then moving between her breasts. Adalind knew to dig her fingers through his hair and hold his head to her. She would use one hand to unbutton her blouse while the other remained buried in his hair.

When she was undressed, always the first to be fully undressed, Nick would press his lips over every inch of her soft skin, then make his way to bury his head between her thighs, deep into her heat.

After making her come three times and getting the imprints of her nails on his scalp, Nick would travel the same route back to her lips. One there, he would bury his member into her tight core as they wrapped their arms tightly around one another and held each other tight, bodies sliding together in a carnal dance.

Words of I love you were moaned constantly by Adalind into Nick's ear. She wasn't always aware she was doing it, the pleasure would be so intense nothing on her body was under her control.

When they reach their completion, they always tightened their hold on one another, needing to get ever closer as they reached their heights of bliss.

When the case was easy or Nick had nothing to do, he would come home in a playful mood, nipping at Adalind's neck, whispering how he wanted to do naughty things to her in her ear, and taking the time to tease her as they made love.

But if something happened to make Nick jealous. Something that had him wondering if someone was attempting to drive a wedge between himself and Adalind, their love making got possessive.

His hands would press a lot more firmly as they roamed over her body. He took more time leaving marks on the most sensitive parts of her body, especially anywhere only a lover would see.

Adalind saw no problem with any of Nick's techniques. She was more than willing to succumb to any attention he was in the mood to give her.

Her own vanity loved that she was always what Nick needed and desired to provide him with comfort and peace.

And while Nick's sanity was returned to him every time he had Adalind, her ego was fueled every time he reached for her.

Hearing other's comment how lucky they thought Nick was also assured her that she was the best thing in Nick's life and everybody knew it.

One such incident was at the precinct.

She had gone to provide her knowledge on a matter. There was a question if it was a conflict of interest for a lawyer to represent someone of whom he was having a casual sexual relationship with.

"The lawyer's claiming the relationship is solely a sexual one. Both are free to see other people, and feelings are not involved. But how can feelings not be involved? I can't have sex with someone I'm not romantically interested in?" Nick said

"Burkhardt is so traditional. Needing to have the whole marriage, kids, and a white picket fence in order to be with a woman. No doubt he's vanilla in bed. Only woman he can get is a church matron." A detective, newly transferred to the precinct, commented.

"I have a bite mark on my ass that says otherwise." Adalind announced, strutting into the precinct, going straight to Nick.

Never one to shy away from affection, no matter where, he leaned down, wrapping his arm around her as Adalind cupped his neck and their lips met in a kiss that was far from chaste. The passion burning between them nearly set the building on fire.

"Damn, I take back what I said. Burkhardt's got to be good to get a woman like that."