Adalind was starting the second trimester of her pregnancy. Which meant that her body had grown used to creating a new life and was now demanding unique and unusual ways to nourish itself.
Nick reminded Adalind that no matter what she was craving and when, she should let him know.
He had been wonderful during the first trimester, when Adalind's body had often rebelled against food, especially in the mornings.
But Nick had helped by making her sliced fruit and a couple of hard boiled eggs so she could have something that wouldn't upset her stomach and would provide her with some nutrition.
On some evenings, he made her fettuccine noodles and mixed them with parmesan cheese and a little butter.
Monroe had told Nick that the inventor of Fettuccine Alfredo had made the dish for his wife who had given birth but was unable to keep anything down.
The pasta dish worked because the noodles were made from simple carbohydrates and he didn't use a heavy cream that would have been bad for his wife's stomach.
Nick had tried it for Adalind and it had worked.
While he had had no problem helping being there for Adalind when she felt nauseous, it was good to see she was no longer suffering.
Adalind was a little nervous to tell Nick what she wanted, at first, but soon enough, the cravings were so intense, keeping them to herself became impossible.
Although some cravings were easier to handle than others.
"Oh, god! Adalind! No! Absolutely not!"
Hank chuckled at Nick's look of utter repulsion.
Wu walked up. "What's up with Burkhardt."
"Oh" Hank explained with a very wide grin on his face. "His baby mama is in her second trimester and now that she's not puking every morning, she's craving food that makes other people want to."
"What did she request?" Wu asked, needing to know what could possibly be so horrible.
"Pickled eel."
Wu agreed, that did not sound appetizing at all. But to his and Griffin's amazement, Nick continued speaking and revealed why he would not get Adalind that dish.
"Adalind, sweetheart. The doctor said a lot of seafood is not good for you or the baby." He kept his voice kind and soothing. Not wanting to upset the mother of his child. "On my way home, I will pick up a whole bunch of stuff from the store. I'm sure you'll be able to find a healthier substitute. Alright? I'll see you then."
Nick ended the call and then laid his head on his desk. "Of course the mother of my child would get the weirdest cravings."
His phone signaled he had a message. "Adalind just texted me. Nevermind matching the eel. I would really love barbeque chicken, sourdough bread and honey mustard." Another message. "Also, celery, peanut butter and cream cheese."
"You gonna get all those things?" Wu asked.
"Of course." Nick replied with his brow furrowed. "None of those items will harm Adalind or the baby."
Wu and Griffin shared a look. It was obvious that Nick was wrapped around Adalind's little finger. The boy willing to do anything for the woman carrying his baby.
Adalind was also starting to have another kind of craving.
Nick started to get hints about what it was when Adalind sought out his touch more and more.
He would catch her taking deep breaths whenever she was really close to him, no doubt she was trying to inhale his scent.
There were also times when she would just touch him out of nowhere. She would realize what she was doing, her eyes growing wide, then she would stammer out an apology and continue on with whatever she was doing.
Still, he waited for her to voice what she wanted. He had no desire to push the issue, just incase she either wasn't quite ready or the chance she might get scared off by his boldness.
Nick knew she had finally decided to ask for what she wanted when he heard Adalind say his name tentatively and then ask, "When you said you would take care of any need I would have, did you really mean it?"
"Of course Adalind. What do you need?" He smiled warmly at her.
She blushed brightly and then answered softly, "You."
He walked to her, pulled her in his arms and pressed his lips to hers. The kiss was gentle at first. Shallow and nearly chaste. But it did not take long for the fire between the two beings to grow and the kiss to deepen, becoming more intense.
Adalind melted into Nick. Completely surrendering to anything he was willing to give her.
And Nick wanted to give Adalind everything.
He felt guilty for taking her on the cold hard forest ground that night he was in a zombie state. Though everyone had told him that he wasn't at fault for what happened, he still wished he could make it up to Adalind somehow. Show her that he could be tender. That he knew how to truly make love to a woman and not simply ravage her like a beast.
So Nick scooped Adalind up bridal style in his arms and carried her to the bed.
He laid her down gently and removed his shirt.
He felt smug when he heard Adalind's intake of breath and saw her lick her lips.
She reached out to him and he joined her on the bed, settling between her legs and retaking her lips with his own.
Nick slowly peeled away Adalind's clothes, taking his time to kiss and caress every inch of skin as it was revealed.
Nick made sure to only lick Adalind's nipples gently. As they were very sensitive. So he pressed the flat of his tongue over the hardening nubs, gliding the warm wetness over the areas and still causing a pleasurable sensation as the warmth gave way to cool and created sweet stimulation for the beautiful woman.
Nick was not only gentle with her breasts, but also with every part of Adalind's aching body. His fingertips ghosted feather light over her sensitive flesh.
Adalind held onto Nick tightly as he lavished her with affection. For her, it truly felt like love making.
For Nick, it was putting into action what he felt.
He valued Adalind, thought she was an extraordinary woman. She had become precious to him and he wanted to show her.
And show her he did.
He pumped into her slowly, applied light strokes to her clit, and tenderly squeezed her lips with his own.
Her release washed over Adalind like an ocean wave on a clear day. Satisfying and blissful.
Nick stopped his stimulation of her clit but did not stop the movement of his hips.
Instead, he began to increase speed and force.
He watched her face for any sign of unease.
She smiled up at him, a look of affection in her eyes. He smiled back and gathered her in his arms. He deepened their kiss as he increased his thrusts. He could feel her trembling as another orgasm was building.
This one was so much more intense, and Adalind had to grip tightly to Nick to anchor herself from the impact. She buried her face in his neck as she let out a high pitched moan.
Nick grinned, pressed kisses in her hair and asked, "Do you think you can handle one more?"
Adalind looked at him, she nodded. She was just on the brink of mindless. Already unable to speak an actual word, she just needed a little something more to push her over the edge.
Nick delivered.
He laid her flat on her back, sitting up, he wrapped one of her legs around his waist and the other he propped on his chest, the heel of her foot on his shoulder.
She gripped onto her pillow as he pounded into her. Arching her back, she cried out her ecstacy.
Nick came with a roar, he gathered her back in his arms and kissed her senseless.
She returned his kisses. Her body so filled with pleasure, only instinct controlled her. And her instinct demanded she revel in the man who held her.
She was completely exhausted, all she wanted to do was sleep. She felt Nick leave the bed and wanted to protest, to reach out for him, but her body was too weak to listen to the yearnings of her heart.
But all Nick had left her to do was grab a washcloth to clean them up with. Her first of course.
That done, he rejoined her in bed, gathered her in his arms, where she snuggled in close, pleased to be where she wanted, and drifted to sleep with a smile on his face.
After that night, neither Nick or Adalind had any intent to keep their hands off one another.
When they were home and it was just the two of them, they often found themselves touching and kissing.
Since Adalind had taken to wearing his shirts and was now very comfortable around him, Nick decided to just go shirtless whenever it was just the two of them in the apartment.
Adalind wasn't always sure if it was the hormones or seeing Nick bare chested that had her wanting him so much.
It also wasn't easing her libido to see that when Nick wore jeans at home, he would keep the button undone.
"It makes it easier to give you what you need." He had explained.
She wasn't sure if that was the whole truth, suspecting that he knew exactly what it did to her.
In any case, whenever Adalind was in need, Nick was able to perform.
Not once did he push her away or claim he couldn't. In fact, he would always pull her closer, hold her tighter, and smile at her with a hunger in his eyes that made her feel like the most desirable woman in the world.
To Nick, she was the most desirable woman in the world. Adalind was the only woman Nick wanted. The only woman he felt need for.
And that need would manifest even when Nick was not fully aware.
One night, Nick began to dream about that night he was a zombie and had been with Adalind. He grew pale, his primal instincts take over. Nick moved his body against Adalind. He buried his face in her neck. Nuzzling and inhaling her scent.
Adalind awoke to the feel of Nick pressed against her. She smiled at his affectionate mood. She felt his hands slide under her nightgown and press over her flesh. She simply removed the garment and used her powers to push her underwear from her, baring her body naked and open to Nick's attention.
He kissed her lips hungrily, slipped his tongue in to tangle with hers, tasting her sigh and hum of enjoyment.
One of his hands cupped her breast, thumb brushing over a nipple. Adalind writhed beneath him. Her hands made gripping movements over his shoulders and upper arms. Her legs wound around his hips, trying to pressed his hard bulge against her aching heat.
Understanding what she needed, he moved his mouth from hers and trailed down her neck, between her breast, smiling smugly at the little bump of her belly and placed his head between her legs.
Adalind gasped as she felt Nick's hot tongue lick a stripe through her folds.
She moaned, arching her back and gripping the sheets, Nick's firm grip on her hips easily keeping her in place for his feasting.
He was relentless. His mouth did not leave her for even a second. Nor did it slow in it's task. Nick sucked over Adalind's clit and over her channel with so much pressure and for such a length of time, that she came intensely on both moments, her body wracked with such a violent orgasm she screamed out each time.
All of the euphoria Nick was taking Adalind through caused her mind to completely shut down and she was unable to realize that the length of time he spent sucking over each area, without stopping to take a breath, was impossible.
She didn't know, could't realize that Nick had gone into a zombie state. And in that state, he was driven by the unrelenting need to drink in his Adalind's nectar.
When he was satisfied with his tasting of her, he moved back up beside her and gathered her in his arms. It was so easy to slide his member inside her. He could thrust in as hard and as fast as he wanted, all she felt was pleasure. Not a single second of discomfort. Every sound that spilled from her lips were sounds of bliss and euphoria.
He came with a roar as she mewed like a kitten, each experiencing that sweet climax of the carnal dance.
Body spent, Adalind snuggled into him and sighed blissfully, drifting to sleep still feeling the lingering sensations of her orgasms.
Nick returned completely to his normal self, not quite aware of being in that zombie state but fully aware of he and Adalind's coupling and his savage need of her.