"Well, well, well, somebody's being awful careful walking today." Caroline remarked with a knowing grin.
Adalind simply gave her friend a side glance and a smile as she continued to move slowly to her office.
It hadn't taken long for Nick to feel much better from his zaubertrank poisoning once he had consumed Adalind's soup.
After confessing their love for one another, things took a turn for the hot, steamy and passionate.
Adalind still had no clue how or when they had gone from the couch to Nick's bed. She knew they had sex on the couch because she remembered her legs being spread so that one hung off the edge, her foot touching the floor, and the other rested on top of the back part of the couch. Her hands had been above her head, holding onto the arm of the couch. Nick's hands had been covering hers and he had been kissing her as he thrust into her.
She knew their arms wrapped around each other at some point, but they had still continued to move together.
There was a long period where Adalind could remember nothing but all consuming euphoria. Then, a part of her registered she was on a bed, belly down. Nick's thumb was inside her wet core and his fingers were playing with her clit. His mouth was busy with her ass. She knew that because of the marks on her cheeks.
Nick had more than a few marks on his body, so Adalind knew she had given as good as she got.
Though Adalind thought it was a little unfair the grimm had zero trouble walking around. When they had kissed and parted ways for their respective jobs, Nick had practically strutted to his vehicle. While Adalind had to focus to make her legs carry her from one place to another.
"We are definitely spending the night at my place tonight." Adalind messaged Nick. "I need a hot bath, a full body massage and slow soft kisses that lead to gentle love making in a comfortable bed with lots of pillows and two thousand thread count sheets."
Adalind had no interest in foregoing sex with Nick for even a single night. She just thought it best to keep their marathon sex to the tame stuff until her body was ready to go wild again.
"Anything for you, my angel." Nick replied.
With being kept occupied by Nick all night, Adalind had yet to think of a way to get revenge on her mother for giving Nick a zaubertrank.
It may have failed, backfired fantastically in fact, but that was little comfort to Adalind. Her grimm had gotten sick and her mother had tried to take him away from Adalind.
It wasn't enough that she had been with Sean, Catherine still felt the need to take another man from her daughter.
Adalind was not about to let this offence go unpunished.
"Well, well, well, looks like somebody had a really good night last night." Wu commented when Nick entered his precincts bullpen with a far too pleased grin on his face.
"Let me guess, you saw Adalind last night."
"Not exactly a difficult guess." Wu informed Hank.
When Nick's wide grin returned a little later after his phone had signaled a message, Hank and Wu looked at each other and said simultaneously, "He's seeing Adalind again tonight."
"She wants me to give her a full body massage." Nick told them.
"The fact that you look so happy to be giving someone a massage clearly shows how gone you are. Please tell me you've said the L word to her."
"We said it to each other last night." Nick informed the sergeant. "Something I ate really messed with me. She came over without me asking her to, made me soup and took care of me. Just having her there made me feel better."
"Meanwhile, I'm spending most nights alone with me cat." Wu grumbled and walked off.
A few hours later, Hank looked up from the witness statement he had been reading and said, "Hey, isn't that your girlfriend's mother?"
Nick looked up and sure enough, Catherine Schade was walking into the precincts bullpen.
A sudden strong wave of nausea came over the grimm. But he took a deep breath and tried to ignore it. He didn't want to risk offending Adalind's mom. He didn't think Adalind would be too happy if her mother told her Nick had ran to the bathroom as soon as he saw her walk to him.
Even though the queasy feeling in his stomach got worse as the older hexenbiest drew near, Nick plastered on a friendly smile and stood up to greet her.
"Nick, how are you? I was hoping we could have lunch together. My treat." Catherine offered brightly. So certain her potion had worked and that the grimm would be desperate to be with her. And would jump at the chance to spend time with her.
Unfortunately, she chose to lean in and kiss Nick on his cheek. He found it impossible to hold down his nausea and vomited all over her and her very expensive outfit.
A deep throaty laugh was heard and every eye turned to see Sean Renard, highly respected Captain, red faced and doing a terrible job at holding in his amusement at the situation.
Catherine, however, was very far from amused. She screamed, cursing Nick out in several languages and headed to the restrooms to clean herself up.
The moment she was gone, Nick found he felt a lot better. He checked himself over and was both impressed and puzzled on how he hadn't gotten any of the mess on himself.
Still, he went to the men's room to make sure and wash his mouth out. He could her Catherine screeching in the ladies room next door.
He felt bad and knew he should offer to get her clothes dry cleaned, but thought it was best to talk to her once she calmed down.
He really hoped this wouldn't ruin his plans with Adalind for that evening.
When he was sure he was presentable. Nick downed a cup of coffee and headed back to his desk, where he saw Hank and Wu talking into his cellphone.
"Nick threw up all over your mom. He seems alright, but your mother is still in the ladies room, screaming."
Nick grabbed the phone and said hurriedly, "Please don't be mad at me. I swear I didn't mean too."
"I'm not mad at you, baby. I love you. I was just worried about you when your friends called me and said you threw up. Do you need me to get you anything?" Adalind said with love and affection.
Secretly, she was cheering and laughing over the news that Nick had thrown up on her mother. No doubt Catherine believed her potion had worked and that Nick would be falling over himself to please her.
Adalind was ecstatic that her sweet beloved had gotten a little payback for her. Oh, she believed her mother still deserved to suffer, but this little event made the matter less pressing.
Adalind sent a text to Catherine's phone. "When you give someone a zaubertrank, make sure they're not protected by a hexenbiest who loves them."
It was well known in beister communities that a hexenbiest in love was able to use that love to boost potions and magic that protected their loved ones. Often making them more powerful than most other beisters.
Catherine glared at her phone, but chose not to reply. There was really nothing she could say. It was obvious her daughter knew of her manipulation and had taken precautions. Catherine realized she had lost her daughter's love and devotion. That Adalind most likely knew of her affair with Renard and had turned her back on the plan to gain Sean the throne.
Catherine sighed, doing her best not to break something. She hated losing. Really hated losing to someone she had always thought lesser than her. The fact that her daughter had proven to be more cunning left Catherine feeling sick. But at the moment, there was nothing she could do or she could end up making things worse for herself.
When she walked out of the bathroom Sean Renard was waiting.
"I suggest you stop trying to be in Nick's presence. Or you could end up ruining more clothes."
Catherine shot him a death glare and stalked off, out of the building, trying not to be seen by anybody. Especially her daughter's boyfriend.
Despite how sweet Adalind had been on the phone, Nick was still a little worried about her being annoyed with him. That she might tell him to stay at his place that night. Or at least, be less affectionate with him.
But there was no message for him to stay at his place. And when he entered her home, there was a trail of rose petals leading to her bathroom.
His breath caught at seeing her in the tub, surrounded by white foam. The strawberry bubble bath he had purchased for her filling the room with a sweet scent.
He quickly stripped out of his clothes and carefully got onto the tub with her, trying to to splash any of the water.
Nick then pulled Adalind into his arms and placed gentle kisses on every inch of skin he could reach.
He slowly roamed his hands all over her body, massaging away any aches.
A contented sigh escaped her lips. "I've been looking forward to this all day. Been dreaming of being in your arms. Your hands and lips all over me."
"I wish my place had a decent bathtub. So I could have treated you to your after sex ritual. I hated seeing you uncomfortable."
Usually, the couple stayed at Adalind's place. Mostly due to Nick sometimes getting a call at all hours. He didn't want to make Adalind feel the need to leave too if he had to go.
When they had their Olympic level love making, Nick would always draw Adalind a hot bath and caress her body to soothe away any ache that could occur. It's why he had purchased her the bubble bath. She loved strawberries and Nick knew the scent would help relax her further.
Usually, when they had sex in his apartment or the trailer, places where a hot soak would be impossible, Nick wasn't quite so aggressive or demanding.
But last night had been different. It was like a part of him had to reclaim his hexenbiest again. Just like he had done their first night. He couldn't hold himself back. And each cry of bliss from Adalind spurred Nick on to give her more, until she had passed out from all of her orgasms.
"Trust me. I wasn't really complaining. Any night with you is worth the soreness." She kissed his lips, then rested her head on his chest as he massaged her back.
They stayed like that until the water began to get too cool, then they let the water out, rinsed and dried off and Nick carried Adalind to her bed.
He left her just long enough to get the things for a cheese fondue. During that time, Adalind thought about what they had said in the tub. She also thought about how Sean and Catherine, or anyone who had a grudge against Nick and/or Adalind, might try to harm the grimm.
"What's going through that pretty head of yours?" Nick asked when he came back and set the food on the bed.
"Us. Living together."
Nick looked at her with surprise and before Adalind could say anything else, crashed his lips to hers.
Needless to say, he liked that idea very much.