"When I saw Victor shoot you, I thought I had lost you forever." Adalind said, stroking her fingers along Nicks face.
Nick tilted his head to kiss the slender digits. "I guess we now know this stick can do more than just heal a wound."
"So does that mean your technically a zombie?" Wu asked.
"He's already been a zombie and he was nothing like this." Monroe commented.
At Wu and Adalind's questioning looks, the others explained.
"Renard's brother Eric hired a cracher de mortel to make the people in Portland go into crazy rages." Nick started.
"As it turned out, it was just a distraction for Eric to get to Nick, thinking he could control him through the blowfish wesen." Hank continued.
"But it didn't affect Nick the same way it affected everyone else." Rosalee added.
"Yeah, no one can control Nick." Monroe said with a huge grin on his face.
"So that rage people incident was wesen related." Wu observed in astonishment. It was amazing all the things that had seemed so strange, no became so much clearer because he knew about wesen.
"I don't remember much about what happened while I was in that state." Nick admitted. "But I found out I attacked anyone who got near me. I even ended up killing someone."
"That wasn't your fault Nick." Rosalee soothed. "Those who were in that state could not be blamed for what they did. Essentially they were given a drug against their will. All of the blame should be placed on Eric Renard and the cracher de mortel he hired."
"She's right, Nick." Adalind confirmed softly. "Your a good man. You always have been."
Nick smiled back at her, maybe not completely believing her words, but being comforted by her saying them anyway.
Then every word that Nick said registered with Monroe.
"You said you don't remember much about what happened. That means you remember some things. What is it that you remember?"
Nick sighed with resignation and said, "I remember being in that bar. Surrounded by a lot of people. One guy came at me with a knife."
"The guy you killed had a rap sheet a mile long." Hank said. "He had served time for assault with a deadly weapon. Among other things. Chances are, if he hadn't attacked you that night, he might have eventually attacked someone else."
"See Nick," Adalind said adamantly, "Even in your most primal state, the only person killed was someone who had a violent nature. By killing him, you may have saved an innocent person's life"
She hugged him tight and laid her head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her just as tight. Adalind had a way of making him feel the the greatest man in the world. Like he could do no wrong in her eyes.
Each had a need to hold onto one another and never let go.
It was Renard's night to have Diana. He especially needed it after that threat by his cousin. As much as Adalind hated having her daughter away from her, that night, she knew that she and Nick would be showing each other just how grateful they were for one another.
Nick took on the full duty of getting Kelly ready for bed, grateful to have his son safely in his arms.
As he washed his son and then changed him into his pajamas, Nick gazed affectionately at his sweet baby boy.
He couldn't help but think how lucky he was to have his family.
Not only had he almost lost them, but they had also almost lost him.
Nick knew without a shadow of a doubt that he loved every single member of his very unique family.
And he felt at the bottom of his heart that Adalind was the true love of his life.
Nearly losing her had filled him with a madness he hadn't known he was capable of.
Nick watched his son drift to sleep, then turned his attention completely to his son's mother.
Adalind smiled seductively and reached out to Nick as he approached.
Their lips met as they entered eachothers arms.
Nick devoured Adalind's mouth with his own. Then feasted just as hungrily down her neck.
"Please, Nick" Adalind whimpered, "I need to feel you inside me. I thought I'd lost you. Please make me feel you. Let me know just how alive you are."
Nick was more than happy to give her what she wanted. He needed her just as fiercely.
Clothes vanished near instantly, each one was in a desperate need to feel the others naked flesh pressed against their own.
Somehow, they found themselves in their bed, bodies sliding together in that carnal dance.
The two were mindless with need as they each simply took what they wanted from the other.
Adalind pushed Nick onto his back and slithered down, her tongue gliding over his neck, his chest, biting into the firm muscle as she made her way lower. Her knails scraped over his abs and she soothed the red marks with the warmth of her tongue while her hands continued to his thighs.
She found them to be hard as stone as she drew closer to where he was erect and pulsing. She grinned wickedly up at his as she teased him, licking and nipping around the area but still not touching him.
He let her have her fun, enjoying the return of the devious sexy witch he had first seen in her.
Nick simply clutched at the pillow to keep from ruining the fun.
Finally, she gulped him down in one swallow, sucking him with great intensity. There was no more desire for teasing. She wanted to have the taste and feel of him. Needed it to comfort herself after nearly losing him.
She pressed her tongue against the shaft and hollowed her cheeks, increasing the pressure, put refused to allow even and inch of him to slide from her mouth. She wanted all of him and she demanded nothing less.
Ever considerate, Nick tried to warn Adalind, but she was determined to have every bit of him she could, and so she did not move away or even decreased her attentions, she continued until he had erupted every drop.
She grinned smugly as she wiped the corner of her mouth with her finger but she soon let out a squeak of surprise as Nick growled and quickly changed their positions.
He buried his head between her legs and devoured her. Moving teeth and tongue over ever petal. Digging the tip of his tongue into that area just under her throbbing clit.
Adalind arched her back and moaned shrilly as Nick sent lightning bolts of pleasure through her.
One of her legs wrapped around his neck while the other pushed against the bed, as if her own body wasn't sure whether it wanted him closer or needed him to stop because it was too good.
But Nick was in no mood to relent, even after feeling the walls of her channel contract against his tongue.
He savored her nectar and the feel of her silky petals against his tongue.
He enjoyed all of the little sounds she made and had to muffle in order to not wake Kelly.
And Nick really loved how Adalind seemed to have lost all control of herself.
Her body writhed and trembled. She would push herself up and then her arms would give out and she would fall back onto the bed. She squeezed her breasts, twisting her torso, then moved her hands along her body, reached Nick's head, ran her fingers through his air and gripped tight.
She pressed her lips firmly together to hold in the scream as a mind shattering orgasm took hold of her.
It was Nick's tuen to be smug as he smiled and made his way up her body.
Her belly and chest heaved under his kisses as she labored for breath.
Adalind spread her arms and legs out from herself, opening up for Nick's attention.
Propping himself up with one hand, he used the other to slide over her.
First under one thigh, moving to glide over the butt cheek, then he spread his fingers over her tiny waist and finished the journey by cupping the breast and descending his mouth on the puckered nipple.
Adalind held onto Nick's shoulders as he lavished attention onto her breast. He shifted his body so he could give the same performance and attention to her other side.
By this time, Nick had become hard again, and he was ready to join his and Adalind's bodies in the way they were always meant to be.
He nuzzled her neck once more then slid his mouth over hers, thrusting his hips forward and entering her in one easy stroke.
They moaned into one another's mouths as their hips met, Adalind rising up to Nick as he pushed down.
He wanted to see her face as he took her. He needed to see her lost in the ecstasy he was giving her.
He was consumed with the desire to gaze at his woman as he felt her around his member.
It was the only thing that would permit him to take his mouth from hers.
When Nick lifted his face from hers, Adalind saw the look of wonder and amazement in his eyes as he gazed at her. She understood what he wanted and stretched herself like a cat, arching her back with her arms splayed out on the sheets. Opening herself up to his full view, giving him his show. She was rewarded when he increased his force and his speed, making her practically pur as Nick thrust his hips again and again into her, grabbing onto the headboard for more leverage as he increased his force.
Then he grabbed her hands and held them over her head, crashed his mouth on hers and pushed his pubic bone over her clit.
Their hands gripped tightly together as her walls milked his shaft.
In that moment, all they knew was bliss. The rest of the world ceased to exist.
For awhile, they stayed just like that, needing time to come back to themselves.
When he was sane again, Nick collapsed to the bed and gathered Adalind against him.
Their bodies were sated but their hearts still needed to be close.
Both were so exhausted from the physical and emotional events of that day, that sleep took them quickly.
It was a shame that neither one completely registered when the words "I love you" were whispered from both of their lips.