"Maybe it would be a wiser idea to leave that door sealed." Adalind warned for what felt like the hundredth time. "It could be something dangerous locked away in there."
"Adalind, that tunnel hasn't been used in fifty years. I doubt a creature could survive that long."
"A supernatural creature might. Your a grimm. You've dealt with a lot of being that seemed to impossible to exist."
"Ok. One, I now regret telling you about La Llorona and Volcanalis. And two, if there is something like that, I'm sure I can handle it. Just like I did those other beings." Nick had thought he would impress the lady with his adventures. Now he wondered if he had only given her more cause to worry. "Besides, I doubt I will encounter any more otherworldly creatures in my lifetime."
Adalind will remind him of this conversation after dealing with the Zerstorer. He will be forced to promise to always listen to her and take her concerns seriously. No matter how over the top they might be.
He would also promise to give her lots and lots of pleasure that night. Though that would have to do more with cherishing her after he thought he had lost her forever, than wanting to placate her over active worrying mind.
"Well, if you do run into something, just scream so I can get Kelly and I out of here." Adalind said, as if completely serious.
"Thank you very much." Nick said with heavy sarcasm, and made his way down the ladder to the tunnel.
Nick was sweaty, dirty and he was in desperate need of a shower. He had spent what felt like hours working in the tunnel, trying to get that vault open. He had finally succeeded only after coating the thing in oil and then using a number of tools to jar it loose.
He had worked hard. And it showed on his body. Shirtless, he made his way back up to the loft.
Adalind stopped breathing when she saw Nick emerge from the tunnel doorway. He looked like something out of an erotic fantasy novel. The ones with the well toned muscle bound construction workers who build their lady love a beautiful home, then proceed to give them multiple orgasms in it.
Nick hopped into the shower and Adalind had a terrible urge to offer to help him wash all of the dirt off.
She imagined his strong hands moving over his firm body. How his form would look, standing there with the water cascading down.
Her musings were cut short when Nick emerges from the bathroom.
In nothing but a towel.
"Forgot to take a change of clothes in with me." He explained, as he walked to the bedroom.
Adalind hoped to god that she hadn't been gaping. At the very least, that her mouth had been closed.
The droplets of water sliding down Nick's chest from his still wet hair, combined with the knowledge that only a piece of cloth separated her eyes from the sexiness that was all of Nick Burkhardt, had her poor brain become completely useless.
Nick sat on the bed and then laid back, heaving a heavy sigh. He was tempted to go to sleep right then and there.
He wonder for a moment how Adalind would react if he just dropped the towel and crawled under the blankets.
Would she gasp and cry out in shock? Demand he puts some clothes on? Maybe even refuse to get in the bed until he dressed.
She could choose to ignore his behavior. Just slip into bed like there was nothing wrong. Would she strip too and crawl in with him?
Could there be a chance of feeling her naked skin pressed against his?
Nick stopped himself short, got up and quickly changed into night clothes, taking deep breaths to will away the erection that had started to form.
Unbeknownst to the other, Adalind was having similar imaginings.
Only in her fantasy, she was picturing going over to where Nick was laying, slipping that towel from his frame, straddling him, and finally relieving some of the tension she had been feeling since starting this life with the man.
Though neither one knew, as they crawled into bed that night, that they both prayed that one day, all of their secret desires would no longer need to be secret and they could truly begin the life they wanted, with the person they wanted.