A/N: Big warning for nudity and sex in this chapter, giving a heads up!

Waking up in the far, far nicer bed-luckily no longer bleeding too much at all through the bandages so they did not leave anything on the covers-the two of them had managed to get to sleep finally after taking a rather high dose of the over-the-counter painkillers that they had back in their bags. They didn't sleep very well , but they slept, mostly out of sheer exhaustion at that point. They had fallen asleep in each other's arms, injuries be damned.

Whip was up first; she stretched, stiff and pretty damn sore, as she suspected. She had been injured in battle before. They had woken up a few times during the night-when one would, the other inevitably would-but they would manage to soothe one another back to sleep. After the night of high adrenaline, brutal battle, and somewhat painful injuries, their dreams-when they would come-were somewhat disturbing and fractured.

She exhaled, waiting for the slight wave of pain to pass; it was a burning, throbbing feeling, particularly in the deeper cuts on her collarbone and back. Feeling Adelheid stir next to her, she watched as he rolled over on his back, his eyes opening sleepily.

"Morning," he said, sitting up on his arm. "Ow," he grumped, his hand being the cause of most of his pain. "How do you feel?"

"A little sore," she said, grimacing. She looked at his side. "I think I'll get some better things from next door at the drugstore and do these all properly before we leave. We should shower these well too."

"Yes. I'll make a few calls and get us a private flight back. Won't be a problem, as you know. I wanted to stay longer, but..."

"Yeah, we may want to get back sooner than later." She regretted having to cut the trip short. "For now...I think I just want to lay here a bit."

He nodded, his hand running down her side gently. He was leaning on his better arm, though used the fingers on his wrapped hand. She shivered at the feel, smiling for a second. Adelheid noticed the smile had a slight sly look to it. Cocking his head to the side, he looked at her questioningly.

"You alright?" he asked.

"Yeah…" she said. She leaned forward to slide her arms around him, pressing against him. They had both slept naked, as they always did now, so this felt particularly good.

Adelheid laughed softly, sliding his arms gently around her, a hand tracing up and down her leg.

After some time, Whip spoke up again. "You know...we ought to probably shower soon," she said. "Better to get these clean sooner than later."

Getting her intent rather quickly-hearing the slight emphasis on the word we -he smirked back before leaning down to kiss her thigh a few times, causing her to shiver. He sat back up, teasing under her chin with his finger before he turned to get up. Sliding out of bed, he winced a bit; he was feeling pretty decent, all told-he could fight again if need be-but he definitely got a little careless last night.

Heading to the bathroom, they removed their makeshift bandages from the night before and Whip started the shower, getting it nice and hot. It was a rather large shower, attached to an even bigger tub; the bathroom was huge, given that it was a suite. Before they got in, she examined them; they still looked rather painful being only a day old, but they looked clean at least, which was the important thing. She would be able to tell better after they washed them some.

Standing under the hot, steamy water felt absolutely heavenly for both of them after everything. They stood there silently, letting the shower run onto both of them-wetting their hair and washing the remnants of the night before off of them properly. They added some soap, which was the hotel's fancier brand, and it had a pleasant, mild scent which relaxed them almost completely.

After a few moments of proper washing, Whip decided to look at Adelheid first. "Let me see you again," she said, making sure the light was on in the shower.

The wounds definitely looked sore still, but she did not see any tell-tale redness appearing around any of them; that was mostly what she was looking for, so she was relieved. She was doing fine, too; an examination of her own-him checking the one on her back and collarbone as he would-showed them looking clean so far as well. They weren't out of the woods yet and would have to keep them clean, but so far, so good.

Relieved that they seemed to be doing okay after the first night at least, she mentally thought how she'd have to hit up some more supplies downstairs, though she had a few bandages in the field kit that she insisted on always carrying. Enough to get herself fixed up to get what they needed, in any case. Wincing in pain as she moved suddenly, she looked up at Adelheid...and smiled.

He leaned forward to kiss her deeply; mindful where he put his hands. One gently held the side of her face as his kiss took on a hungry feel; being in the shower together, especially after everything, made them both feel rather nice in spite of it all.

Whip returned it, her own hand sliding down his leg. They had remained uninjured, she noticed, so she gave them some rather firm strokes as they stood there, until she reached a hand around to his rear. His breathing became heavier as they kissed; somehow , they both started forgetting about any pain they may have been in.

Pulling away finally, she sat down on one of the ledges-the tub was large enough for that-to relax a moment.

"I'm...feeling...a bit better," she said, smiling softly at him.

Adelheid turned down the shower so it wasn't pounding on them the whole time-though left it on to keep the warm steam moving-before he moved over to crouch down in front of her. He kissed her at first before nuzzling down and kissing her thigh again. Moving to sit instead, his legs behind him, he moved closer to kiss first at her mound several times before gently bringing a hand up to part her slightly; Whip moaned lightly in pleasure as she felt him begin his teasing. He moved to push toward her, his tongue giving her long, intense strokes as her breathing grew heavier. She set her hand on the back of his head, occasionally grabbing it tighter, rubbing it a bit. She still had a fair bit of that early morning sensitivity, and between everything that had gone on yesterday-including their rather emotional confessions-this felt extra good.

As he settled in to enjoy himself, he didn't think either of them would be in shape for full on sex... but he would certainly make sure that she got some excellent head for awhile.

Whip slid her leg up onto the side of the bath to give him more access as she kept one of her hands on his head, playing a bit with his wet hair, moaning softly at his actions. She gasped a little louder when she felt his tongue pull back a little to lightly slide around her folds to tease; leaning her head forward again to open her eyes, she watched him a few moments, shivering when she saw his tongue quickly flicker out to tease her clit before he pushed forward again to thrust it inside. He had gotten extremely good at this over the months, as he never passed up the chance to go down on her when they would get intimate time together...and she was more than happy about that.

He liked how wet he had gotten her already; despite being in the shower, he could tell how slick she was from everything. Thrusting his tongue deep inside of her again and again, he massaged her thigh with his good hand, feeling her grip tighten on his head. If he felt her start to tense up, he would slow down some-he swirled his tongue around her clit for awhile as her breathing became a little uneven. Deciding to stop teasing her too badly, he began to suck harder at her clit as his tongue rubbed against it faster and faster; he heard her gasp rather loudly as she finally came. He felt his chin grow much wetter at that as he rhythmically moved his head with her hips, which she was pushing into him rather hard now.

Even after she came-and he stayed pressed to her, swallowing all that he could-he did not move-he knew she was sensitive, and judging by the fact he could now feel her nails somewhat on his scalp she was content to let him keep going. The sensitivity almost reached a slight level of pain, but he was making her forget any other pain so she didn't care. He was being fairly gentle with her this time, given their situation-but over the weeks they had discovered they liked some rougher things. He would use his teeth now and then, lightly to be sure, but enough that Whip would occasionally be left with some thigh marks.

Which she didn't mind at all. It excited her.

He kept at this a little while more; gripping her thigh tightly in his large hand, he pushed close to her again, his tongue sliding inside of her, curling and pulling back out, until he managed to feel her almost clamp down on him as she shivered again, feeling some more slickness start to cover his tongue as another low moan escaped her.

Whip panted, her head against the back wall, as she felt him finally finishing up; his warm mouth sucking gently at her after she came. She cared nothing for any sort of pain right now; she barely even remembered she was injured at this point. Glancing down at him as he pulled away, she saw his mouth was rather soaked. He smirked at her as he licked his lips, causing her to shiver again as he gave her a few more kisses between her legs and leaned into her thigh, his tongue sliding out to tease her lower lips a little more as he lay there.

She smiled down at him, shivering again, her hand pushing back some of his wet hair. He looked content leaning into her thigh as he was, though she also knew he had to be harder than anything right now.

"Stand up," she whispered, leaning close to him to nip a bit at his ear, teasing it a bit with her tongue.

He did, leaning against the wall; as one may have guessed his manhood was at almost painful levels of attention. Just a few licks between her legs could get him rock hard, and he spent far longer than that down there.

Whip was careful with his torso, though she was able to slide her hands around his back, rear and thighs easily; she motioned to him to lean down as she kissed him while her hands wandered. One hand slid over to wrap around and begin stroking him; she felt him suck breath in during the kiss as her other hand slid behind his head for a second. Finally pulling away, she slid down, kissing his lower stomach once before gently teasing the tip of his cock with her tongue, already tasting a little bit of the salty flavor.

Crouching fully in front of him now, she took him deep; his hand slid into her wet hair as the steam kept everything nice in the bathroom. Using her free hand that was not groping his thigh or butt, she teased a bit underneath of him at the base as she continued to suck; as she grasped them, he groaned in pleasure, his eyes widening a bit for a moment. He watched her for a moment; he could see the slight smile on her face as his breathing grew heavier and more ragged. His hips moved forward slightly, in rhythm with her own mouth.

Slowing down a little to prolong his pleasure a bit, when she saw the look on his face grow a bit pained she picked it back up again; she didn't want to torment him too badly right now given he almost looked blueballed by the time they started. Sucking faster, she took him as deep as she could; his breaths grew shorter and more audible. She could hear him muttering slightly under his breath, and a small smile was on his face. Feeling him tense up finally, she kept fondling from below as she started to finish him, tasting him quite strongly now.

He grit his teeth, running his fingers firmly through her hair as she sucked harder at him as he came with a low moan; his body trembled as he had to lean back against the shower wall. She stayed and swallowed, a smile on her face as she heard him panting, with his hand getting more gentle on her head as his orgasm passed. She let him go after a few moments, wiping her mouth with her hand.

She stood, pausing to kiss his thigh and give it a squeeze with her hands; she slid up to gently lean against him, mindful of any wounds. They couldn't cuddle like they usually did right now, but he did lean forward to press his forehead to hers for a kiss. They did feel considerably better at this point.

Endorphins were wonderful natural painkillers, after all.

Having cleaned up after their little distraction-which had worked out rather nicely since they both felt far better than they had in a long time-they finally started to make their way back into the suite proper to fix themselves up again.

Soon enough, they were freshly disinfected and in clean clothing-not to mention the fact that once they had doubled up on a couple more of the painkillers along with the natural ones they had taken advantage of-the two now lounged in the hotel room, looking over the room service menu. Last night, they didn't think they'd want to touch food again, but this morning-especially after everything-they were starved. Whip had gone downstairs after rebandaging herself with things from her field kit; she had gotten another load of things from the drugstore to fix Adelheid up, as well.

"You look better," Adelheid said, lounging back on the couch. His shirt was off, and the bandages around his torso and arms were far more professional looking, as Whip was able to take her time this time, carefully wrapping them all. He wore only his jeans otherwise, and looked rather sleepy and incoherent.

Which was rather adorable to her, since she knew exactly what caused that sort of mindless look. She couldn't help but sit next to him to curl up quietly for awhile, as they usually would-now that they were all fixed up. He slid an arm gently around her to relax.

Even after some time had passed, she had a fair share of afterglow; given what she had gone through yesterday she was even fairly energetic at this moment, though she supposed that was more his fault. "Let's eat first and then sort out the flight. We'll be back in good time, I think. I'll stay there, too," she added.

He nodded, his eyes closed and a tiny smile on his face. "I can get it booked and get us out of here within a few hours. Don't worry." He paused. "I do need to find out what happened, though. I just dunno how hard I can think right now," he said, reaching out gently for her stomach to rub it, as if to say that was her fault.

Grinning for a minute at that, she started to think. "What did you do before you left? Try to backtrack."

Sliding his good hand behind his head-his more injured one resting on one of his legs-he closed his eyes. "Told Henrik to book the flight. After poking around a few things, I thought there might be a few people here I could meet with."

"Does Henrik always book them?"

"He actually passed it to Johan-I mean it all gets done anyway."

"So Johan booked our flight and the hotel and everything?"

"Yeah." He looked at her. "What are you wondering?"

Whip frowned as she continued to look over the menu, about to dial in through the app to order the breakfast cart to be taken right up to their door. "When did you get the message about the meeting in the restaurant?"

"After we were settled in here," he said. "Happened pretty fast. I let them know I got here and that was it." He sat up looking at her, his brow furrowing slightly. "The people there were awfully...ready for us. And...remember, they weren't my father's enemies. They worked with him. I had cut ties because they were into stuff I wanted nothing to do with."

"Yeah...I heard some of the, ahh, discussion there, as it were."

"He didn't really like anyone, but he did know how to work with people who had mutual interests, at least." He folded his arms before cringing. "Something else bothered me...they... knew things. How to get to me." He shook his head. "They knew how to get under my skin. What I...hated." He rubbed his eyes with his fingers for a moment before folding his arms again, seemingly staring at the carpet as he scuffed it a bit with his foot.

Whip thought as well for a moment-she dialed downstairs to put in the order for the food while she did this-before coming to a sinking revelation; judging by the troubled look on his face, he may have come to a similar one. "How long has Johan worked for your family?"

"Awhile," he said. "Not as long as Henrik, but…" he trailed off, getting a darker look on his face.

"Oh...no," she said. "You think…"

"I...yes. I probably should have seen it sooner, damnit, but...well, it wasn't obvious." He scratched his head; his hair was still damp from the shower. "Johan had always been distant after my father died; one thing over the years he had always tried to push is getting vengeance. Rose was always keen on that too, of course...but with her, I can understand. She is four years younger than me, and he died when she was in a very impressionable phase." He shifted uncomfortably. "As evil as he was, he was still 'dad' to her. He never spent much time with me. I knew what he was, and I had spent my entire life being compared to him...despite her having his ambition. But he knew I had...something, the power, I guess, so he had me trained to kill."

Whip just sat quietly, sitting next to him, curling her legs underneath. She took his hand.

"You know most of the story by now. But Johan was always a bit closer to him. He pushed me to get revenge. He questioned my pulling out of certain deals, though I remember he always worded it in a way that I didn't quite catch on. And now, after all this time, I see why." He sighed deeply. "He had been poking around Rose more often. I wonder if he's trying to push her more instead and he saw this as a chance to try to take me out of the picture." He sneered, making a fist. "He probably glanced at some of the stuff I was working on while I was out and about and tried to set this up with some of dad's old partners. Looks like I might have to do a bit of a purge when we get back," he said, his voice threatening.

Whip stroked the side of his face.

" Damnit! " Adelheid growled, putting his head in his hand. "I'm an idiot. I tried to find this NESTS info and ended up with a bunch of enemies down our throat, since I missed what was right in front of my goddamn face."

Whip moved close to him, bringing his head around to look at hers. "Adelheid. You know how hard some of that information is to find? We had our entire unit investigating NESTS before it was a smoking crater. The government called off the investigation because they deemed it useless." She closed her eyes and smiled a moment before she looked back at him. "You spent so much time trying to help…"

"I told you...I can fight, I can deal...and I can fight." Adelheid was a well-educated young man, but he had lived a fairly sheltered life of battle and being groomed to be the right hand man of his father until his demise, when he was forced immediately into the patriarch spot, when he then had to care for his little sister as well as try to clean up the million and one messes his father left behind. And that was even before he started to clean up the family business. "And now I may have a traitor in my household." He sighed deeply, trying to hold back his anger at the situation.

"For what it's worth...we had no idea about him, either. He was...well hidden it seems. If it is in fact true."

"Oh, I think it is," Adelheid grumped. "I should have seen it. He hid it damn well, but after my father was killed, there was always something...a little off about him. I thought he had been traumatized by something he did." He made a fist. "He was probably waiting for a time like this to strike. Why now? I don't know, but something made him move." He looked at her, his eyes narrowing. "I think I'm going to have a little chat with him when we get back."

She rested her head on his, sliding her arms around it. "We will. Don't worry." Pulling back to look at him, she smiled softly before leaning back forward to hold him. Hearing him breathing evenly...he was trying to keep his cool, she could tell. He was silent. She could almost feel the rage coming off of him, though she let him settle himself down, helping him along by simply gently stroking his hair.

After what felt like a long stretch of silence, he leaned back, smiling softly at her and touching her face gently with the backs of his fingers. She chuckled softly, finally.

"Still hungry?" she asked.

He looked down...but after his stomach rumbled seemingly in answer, he had to smirk. "I guess so," he said, finally chuckling. He opened and closed his injured hand gently; he was glad he could flex it just fine, albeit slowly. "I'll save my incoherent, murderous rage for when I pull him aside when we get back."

"When we pull him aside."

He looked over at her. "Want to team up again already ?"

"Maybe," she said, sitting next to him to lean against him again.

Adelheid sighed deeply again. "I am glad you like trouble, since I guess I'm a source of a lot of it."

"I'll take it," she said, glad to see that he was doing a rather impressive job of holding back his temper at the moment. She almost felt bad for the traitorous servant, who was going to be getting all of it when Adelheid decided to let it loose.

Almost.

He smiled at her words. "At least you'll never be bored." He held her to him again. It was easier now that they were properly bandaged.

There was a knock at the door a short time later.

"C'mon. Let's eat and get out of here to settle things," she said, getting up.

"I will. I need to make one call first," he said, dialing Henrik. The old man answered almost immediately.

"Master Adelheid?" he said.

"Hi, Henrik. Look. We need to talk about a few things. First, I need a private flight set up. Either major airport, it doesn't matter."

"Y...yes, of course, sir. But is-"

Cutting him off, Adelheid continued. "It will be. But...I'll need another favor from you…and I need this one to stay between us."

A/N: Well well. Looks like some little bits of info came out. (Also it turns out that this story is going four chapters instead...I think the final chapter needs to be its own, or will work out much better as its own, in any case.) Cuddling, oral sex, betrayal of a member of the house, all typical things with these two.

As for Adelheid and Whip, I mean...it is true that endorphins are wonderful painkillers, is it not? And, even though regular sex may have been a little too awkward at the moment in their situation, there's plenty of other things they can do. Which they did. Since they're like that, heh.

That said; it may question how 'wow they seemed to recover from the night before well.' I think they didn't fully recover, but were almost desperate for something...nice after it. Which given how much they like to be physically close to each other, it just came out in the shower. After everything that happened, and especially that love confession the day before, sort of got them very much just needing to be with each other.