And here you go! I have been neglecting She Had Him At Hello to finish this for y'all so I hope you like it. Thanks to agrainne24 who allowed me to use her airplane nookie idea and to HAPsdontkill whose comment about Nikola's blue eyes gave me a few ideas for this one last night :)

Also, big news (not really) I have tumblr. I do not understand it one iota but it was suggested to me by a friend for a way to get ideas for stories. Tell me if I've made a grave mistake :P

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The plane ride had been, for the most part, uneventful. Will and Henry ensconced themselves in the plush, reclining arm chairs up front, watching some kind of action movie with wide eyes early on, leaving Helen to avoid Nikola's hands as he dragged her to the most secluded seats in the very back corner. She'd put up something of a fight but not much, giving up the moment his hot breath tickled her neck. As it was, she was still maintaining some kind of boundary, refusing each and every suggestion of what they could do for the rest of the flight. The hand on her thigh was allowed to stay too but that was as far as she'd let him get, focusing instead on the paper work before her.

"," Nikola breathed against her neck, starting to nuzzle in closer. "Please?" He drew out the word before trailing his hot tongue down her neck.

"Nikola!" she gasped, stiffening as she worked to fight against the urges that would have had her melting into his embrace.

"Please?"

This time he kissed her, lips barely brushing her pulse point and she moaned softly.

"We cannot," she ground out between clenched teeth as his hand moved higher and higher. His fingers massaged her inner thigh seductively, loosening the muscle and her resolve. Bit by bit he worked his hand higher and she had to stop herself from letting loose an obscene little moan. She could barely breathe, totally focused on how close he was getting to the sore spot, the one place she needed those gentle fingers more than she ever thought.

Absently, as her head fell back, she wondered what it would feel like to have those fingers against bare skin and it was only as he chuckled under his breath that she came back to reality and remembered the boys up front.

Just before those long fingers came into contact with her crotch, she jerked away, biting her lip to stifle another gasp.

"I said no Nikola," she growled, giving him a dark look but he only smiled up at her, his big eyes pleading with her to toss caution and her clothes to the wind before straddling him and grinding against him for the rest of the trip.

Snapping her folder shut, she threw it aside before standing, ignoring the hand the trailed down her hip and over the swell of her arse. Giving him what she hoped was discouraging glare she turned and stalked towards the small bathroom at the back of the private craft. She slammed the door shut, leaning back against it heavily as she gulped down some air in a vain attempt to clear her head.

This was unacceptable, she couldn't be this angry at Nikola and still want to jump his bones. And she really was angry. He was stupid and immature and had risked his life for something oh so stupid as well as risking the lives of millions by trying to allow those creatures a chance to continue living. He'd gone after something that she had lost her daughter because of and was barely repentant. Of course, his words about needing to last the test of time beside her still rang out in her mind but she was trying to ignore the irrational fear that line of thinking stirred up. It also made her want to go back to him and devour him whole just to take advantage of what little time they would have.

Growling at herself, she headed to the small sink by the wall. The tiny, ensuite style room was nicely appointed, a small shower in the corner beside a small bench covered in an assortment of potions and creams that she figured didn't actually belong on a plane.

She looked herself over in the mirror, bracing her hands on the sides of the sink. Dirt and dust caked her skin and in the harsh, unflattering light she barely recognized herself. Taking another deep breath, she twisted the tap, letting the cool water wash over her hands before ducking her head, splashing it across her face as she rubbed at the muck coating her skin. It felt delicious and helped her to calm the rapid tattoo of her heart. The only problem was that, with her eyes closed she couldn't see anything but the look of absolute adoration on Nikola's features as his fingers had worked her back in the caves.

Scrubbing a hand over her face, she straightened and brushed the wet bangs back out of her eyes. She still looked frightful but the chilled water had helped some, clearing her head of the muck that Nikola seemed to have infected her with that had her body pulsing.

With yet another deep breath she turned, prepared to go have a quiet word with him before maybe taking a quick nap. When they got home she'd have to deal with Kate and her latest acquisition which, depending on how it went, could take a while.

Just as her hand reached for the knob, the door swung open, a warm body pressing against hers as it slipped into the room, closing the door swiftly before she could even gasp.

"Did I wait long enough?" Nikola asked breathily before pressing a heated kiss to her neck. "I tried to wait, I really did but..." He finished the statement with a moan, his arms wrapping around her as his lips travelled up to her mouth, sealing them with a fiery kiss.

Before she could stop herself, Helen was clinging to him, her body responding in a way that was all too familiar considering the way she'd surrendered to him earlier. Moaning into the kiss, she thrust her fingers through his dirty hair, not caring about the dust she disrupted that fell on her still damp skin. Nikola started pushing her back until she hit the small counter by the sink. It dug into her lower back but she didn't care, just pushing back against him as he kissed across her cheek, his stubble scratching pleasantly at her skin.

He bit down on her neck suddenly, making Helen moan loudly in response, her body thrusting against him through their many buckled layers.

Only when his hand clamped down upon her open mouth did her eyes pop open and she came back to reality. He continued his assault on her neck but she bit down on his hand, making him yelp and pull back, brows knitted together in confusion.

"Off," she ordered, pushing at him as she tried to ignore the sheer confusion in his eyes. "And out."

"But Helen," he started, not moving away from her.

"Why are you in here Nikola?" she snapped, still pushing at him.

"I thought you..."

He trailed off, blue eyes wide and remorseful for the first time in a long time.

Immediately he stepped back, something akin to a blush rising in his cheeks and Helen felt a twinge of guilt.

"You might want to be a little more clear next time," he grumbled, sticking his hands in his pockets. "Or lock the door."

"Did you really think I came in here to wait for you so we could join the mile high club?" she asked incredulously and he shot her a dark look.

"It's not that unrealistic," he reminded her. "All things considered."

She pursed her lips at his words but rolled her eyes.

For a moment they were both silent and then Nikola stepped towards her once more.

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because we are not having sex in a toilet."

He sighed heavily but braced his hands on either side of her hips. With his hair and face darkened by dirt, his blue eyes stood out even more than normal, making it more difficult for Helen to fight the shiver of arousal that shot up her spine.

"That's hardly fair Helen," he whispered, voice dripping with disapproval as he raised an eyebrow.

"Nikola, this is ridiculous," she started, crossing her arms. "We have... have things to talk about."

He pouted at her for a moment before grabbing her hand, quickly placing it on the front of his pants before she could complain.

On instinct, Helen tightened her grasp on the hard bulge she found there and Nikola moaned, thrusting into her hand as his head drooped.

"Not fair at all," he whispered huskily. "I've been like this since... ungh, since the caves."

She took pleasure in his grunt, smiling up at him smugly as he stepped closer, trapping her hand between them.

"Hel-en," he said, drawing out the word.

"Not here," she murmured, a little mesmerised by the look on his face. He looked at her, clouded eyes searching hers as his mouth hung open slightly.

"There is a bedroom," she whispered, still rubbing him through the leather of his pants. "Down the other end of the plane. Give me ten minutes and then meet me there."

With that she pressed a soft kiss to his cheek and slipped from his grasp. Or at least tried to. His grip was too strong and he didn't let her go, just turning with her.

"Why do we have to hide it?" he asked, his voice suddenly cleared of the lust that had made it husky only moments before. "Why can't we just go there now?"

"Nikola," she chastised. "It's only ten minutes and I promise I'll make the small wait worth your while."

She expected him to shiver at the idea but he remained strong, frowning down at her.

"Why do we have to hide?" he repeated. "I'm fairly certain they saw us kissing before and while your boys out there aren't the brightest-."

"Nikola!"

"Why?" he rushed, dropping the pretence of joking to look her straight in the eye. "You aren't on duty, we're stuck on this plane for the next few hours at least so they're going to get the gist of things regardless of location so what is the point in hiding it? Hiding us?"

Helen fell silent, regarding him with wide eyes. A thousand reasons flew through her head, mostly having to do with the fact that she wasn't certain if she was ready for an 'us'.

"I love you," he continued, voice dropping. "I honestly do and I'm not going away any time soon because now that I have you, I'm not letting you go." He tightened his arms around her. "Ever. So why not let them see us?"

"Don't say that," she gulped, closing her eyes and melting into his arms as she buried her face in the crook of his neck. "Don't say forever. We don't... We can't..."

He held her tight, pressing a kiss to her head.

"I can and I will," he growled. "I will be by your side forever Helen. Not even you can stop that happening."

"Mortal," she choked out, hot tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Even more reason," he replied, not missing a beat. "Let me love you Helen. Don't waste any more of the time we have."

His words struck home and she took a deep breath, pushing back from him and grabbing his hand.

Without preamble she threw open the bathroom door and strode out, pulling him along behind her as she soldiered on towards the bedroom. With some effort she managed to keep her eyes from flicking to Will and Henry as they both sat up, watching them with looks of complete disbelief as Helen pulled Nikola into the small room and slammed the door shut.

The lock shuddered into place with a thunk and she finally allowed herself to breath.

Nikola it seemed was just as breathless as her but he leant in for a kiss, wide grin on his face.

"No," she said firmly, pushing him back as she strode towards the sumptuous king sized bed wedged into the small space.

Nikola's face fell as she perched on the side of the bed, unzipping her boots before putting them neatly aside.

"I want the larvae first," she clarified, giving him a meaningful look. He cocked his head but she narrowed her eyes.

"Yes, we will still be having sex," she assured him, smiling smugly as he gulped at her blatantness. "But first I want you to hand over that creature so I can destroy it."

Then he smiled, sauntering towards her.

"I didn't take one Helen," he said simply, holding his arms out.

She arched an eyebrow.

He did the same.

"Now Nikola. Or I'll take a nap and you can go join the others. I think they were just up to the bit where the busty blonde began pouting at the hero."

He snorted and put his hands on his hips.

"I'm not kidding here," he said. "I didn't take anything I swear. You can strip search me if you don't believe me. Though I think a cavity search would be overstepping, don't you?"

"Nikola..."

"Fine then, cavity too if you've got your heart set on it."

Rolling her eyes, Helen crossed her arms and levelled him with her best glare.

"Strip," she barked, trying not the squirm at the bolt of arousal that shot through her.

"With pleasure," he replied, voice dark and seductive.

Slowly, he reached up, unfastening his jacket latch by latch until it hung open, displaying a dark T-shirt that clung to his slender frame. Eyes locked on hers, he let the jacket slide to the floor, leaving him looking dangerous and seductive.

A grin grew on his face as he reached for the hem of his shirt, slowly easing it up higher and higher, revealing a pale but undeniably toned abdomen for her to salivate over. Her eyes drank him in, catching on the trail of dark hair that led to the waist band of his pants just as he tossed the shirt aside.

Helen leant forward, unable to keep from watching but he turned, making her stifle a whimper of disappointment. His hands, she could clearly see, were on his belt buckle, undoing it but with his back towards her. She heard the clink of metal as it came apart before the slow slide of a zip being released tooth by tooth. Once that was done, he bent at the hips, leaving his arse pointed straight towards her as he unlaced his boots. They, thankfully came off quickly because Helen was very easily beginning to picture how lovely it would be to grab those glorious buttocks with her nails as he pounded into her.

Boots and socks off to the side, Nikola turned back to her and, with a sombre expression, began to ease his leather pants off his long legs. His navy blue boxers were tented and she couldn't take her eyes from him. As he stepped out of the pants, his mouth quirked and she couldn't hold still any longer, launching herself at him with a moan. He received her eagerly, arms wrapping around her tight as their lips caught on one another's.

Her hands reached between them, shoving the boxers down his legs until she could wrap her hands around his erection. Nikola groaned into her mouth as he began to thrust against her softly. For a long moment, he simply plundered her mouth, making Helen's entire body ache for him but too soon he pulled back shoving her away with a glint in his eye that made her want him even more.

"Strip," he ordered with a grin, moving to sit on the edge of the bed. She gaped at him open mouthed for a second but then he tilted his head and grasped his erection loosely.

"It's only fair," he reasoned with his trademark grin and in that moment she realised why he was so dangerous. With that grin she would do anything for him.

Gritting her teeth, she turned away from him, shedding her jacket as she did so. She heard him chuckle but ignored it, focusing instead on getting naked in the quickest, most flattering way possible.

It wasn't that she didn't like her body perse, it was more that she had changed since the last time they had done this. It had been years ago, when she was younger, slimmer and firmer and lit by a fire, not glaring fluorescent down lights.

Closing her eyes, she slowly unbuttoned her blouse, leaving it hanging off her shoulders as she raised her arms and worked her hair loose of its clasp. Then, peeking over her shoulder through her dark curls, she gave him a small, hopefully seductive smile and let her hands drift to her belt. It was disposed of quickly, leaving her trembling fingers with the responsibility of undoing the tight denim she wore. Slowly she peeled it off, kicking it away before sliding the blouse down her arms.

Without really thinking about it, she reached up and unsnapped her bra.

It fell quickly, leaving her exposed except for her underwear and, with a deep breath she turned to face him, a prick of pride in her heart as she took in the tight grip of his own hand on his cock.

But then his eyes widened significantly and she swallowed.

"Helen?" Nikola asked incredulously. She blushed, instantly feeling more self aware than she had since she was a young woman standing nude before John for the first time.

"Oh I knew his was a foolish idea," she muttered reaching for her discarded pants. "Clothe yourself Nikola and we can go back to the main cabin. This was a mistake."

"No!" he cried in alarm, reaching out with a hand to grab the pants back. "No please, I didn't mean it like that!"

She huffed and tried to pull her pants free of his grasp but he tugged them away, tossing them into the corner of the small room before shuffling closer to her.

"I was just amazed," he said softly, raising a hand to trace her jaw, his voice sombre, "that Helen Magnus wears pink frilly knickers when on a mission to save me!"

His face broke out into a grin as he started to snicker and she growled, tugging away from the hand that had come to rest on her waist but he was having none of it. He pulled her down, forcing her to fall face first onto the bed with a shrill scream. She struggled immediately, trying to get up but he was too quick, straddling the back of her thighs as his hands pressed her front into the mattress.

"Nikola!" she cried in alarm, working hard to twist under him but for all this thin frame he was too strong and kept her still far too easily for her liking.

All of a sudden he drew his hands down her back to cup her arse through her underwear and she squeaked again.

"They have ruffles on them," he said, voice filled with childish wonder. As if to emphasize his point, he gave her a squeeze and she jerked her hips, hoping for release. When he made no move to release her she sat up as best she could, pushing up on her arms as she looked over her shoulder at him. He didn't even look up from his perusal of her underwear, just shoving her back down with an absent hand.

"Why do they have ruffles?" he asked, slipping a finger beneath them for a quick moment before returning to running them over and over each frilly adornment.

"Get off me Nikola," she muttered, still bucking. Embarrassment flooded her cheeks. Why had she picked those ones this particular time? They weren't her norm, that was for sure but something about the thick denim had enticed her to the impractical garments. Now she could think of nothing she regretted more.

Nikola slid off her quickly, gathering her in his arms before she could roll away.

"I like them," he admitted, stealing a kiss. Or, it started as a stolen kiss but soon it became a very much reciprocated kiss, Helen arching into him as his lips moved passionately against hers.

His bare skin against hers was intoxicating and Helen quickly found herself getting lost in his wandering hands. He held her tightly as he devoured her and, as he rolled them to settle atop of her, her legs wrapped around his hips. Nikola thrust against her in approval before trailing hot kisses down to her neck.

Gasping down air, Helen allowed him exploration for a moment, enjoying the way he kept moving closer and closer to her tight nipples. When it became apparent to her that he had every intention of teasing this out, she knotted a hand in his hair and tugged him back up. Kissing him furiously she rolled them again, this time straddling his hips.

Nikola grinned up at her and, in a fit of inspiration, shifted her weight to rest more securely over his erection. Just as his eyes widened in anticipation she ground against him, smirking as his eyes closed and back arched, a moan of sheer pleasure ripped from his lips.

Leaning down, Helen kissed him lightly, gasping into his mouth as his hands flew up to cup her breasts. She deepened the kiss for a moment before pulling back, screwing up her face and pulling back.

"You need to bathe," she muttered, wiping the muck from his face off of her lips. "Now."

Groaning in frustration, Nikola pushed himself up, wrapping an arm around her waist as he leant in to nuzzle her breasts.

"No!" she squealed, shuffling back and away from him. "You're getting all the filth on me too."

Nikola chuckled into her chest, nipping at the side of her breast.

"There's nothing wrong with being dirty," he murmured.

"Only once you're clean," Helen said clearly, pushing him away. Nikola pouted up at her but she shifted further from his grasp before holding a hand out to him. He took it eagerly, trying to pull her back but she tugged them both off the bed, leading him to the corner of the room.

Nikola followed with a low string of muttered curses, purposefully bumping into her as she came to a stop.

Before Nikola could nuzzle her neck or wrap his arms around her as he showed every indication of doing, Helen stepped from his embrace and turned the tap on the small sink.

She handed him a towel, giving him an expectant look.

"You know you don't smell like a bunch of roses either," he muttered, dipping the cloth in the water before bringing it to his face. Helen fought the urge to slap his bare shoulder, knowing she'd only end up unable to stop touching him again.

She watched silently for a moment as he diligently scrubbed his face before her hands were moving of their own accord, taking the cloth from his hands. Nikola looked to her in confusion but before he voiced any questions, she slid in before him, taking up where he left off. His hands came to rest on her hips as she cleaned his face, occasionally dipping back to gather more water.

Once she was satisfied with his face, she moved to his chest, smiling as he shivered slightly. Gently she scrubbed at his shoulders, moving down until she reached his navel and realised she'd gone a bit far.

Just then, Nikola stepped closer, his body pressing to hers as he gave her a cheek grin. Fighting a shiver at the proximity, she slowly reached behind her once more to wet the cloth. Waiting until it was absolutely soaked she smiled serenely at him before whipping the cloth out and slapping it atop his head and squeezing.

He spluttered, eyes squeezed shut as the water ran in rivulets down his head. After a moment he grabbed her hand and threw the cloth from her grasp.

"Nasty," he muttered, grabbing a clean cloth and wiping down his face before taking it and rubbing it across her cheek.

Helen smiled at him, just about to chuckle but then she caught a glimpse of the look in his eye and her breath caught. Slowly, he ran the cloth down her face, gently continuing his route down her chest. The fabric was slightly damp, leaving a moist trail down her body. As the rough cloth hit her nipple, she gasped, her body sagging into his.

Nikola capture her soft exhalation with a kiss, dropping the cloth as their arms wound around each other.

Somehow they made it back to the bed, falling on it in a frenzy of limbs and heated kisses. Nikola held her tenderly, his body crushing hers into the mattress. She felt his hand slip beneath her rather useless panties, caressing her through damp curls. She gasped into his mouth as his finger parted her slick heat, dancing around her clit with featherlight touches.

Pulling away from him, she tugged the frilly pink things down her legs, tossing them aside before snuggling back into his embrace. His hand went back to between her thighs, this time moving with more intent but she was more than ready.

Shifting, she took his hand and wrapped her legs around his loosely.

"Now Nikola," she said softly, cradling his cheek as she brushed her chest against his.

"I love you," he said suddenly, warm breath fanning against her cheeks.

"I... I love you too," she replied, the words unable to be kept inside any longer.

He gave her a dazzling smile before leaning down to kiss her sweetly. Sighing into the kiss, Helen felt her whole body relax and, as he thrust into her with such gentle love flowing between them, she couldn't help the tear that came to her eyes.

Together they moved, their bodies dancing against each other as breathy moans filled the air. Sweat started beading between them, slicking their movements and they clung to each other tighter. Their lips met briefly, brushing together before pulling back to worship another piece of flesh available to them before gasping down some more fresh air.

The tension was building in Helen's body, her movements becoming more and more erratic, her cries louder and louder until, on a breathy moan that was louder than it probably should have been considering who was just outside, she came, her entire body convulsing in sweet pleasure. Nikola made no move to stifle her cry, instead latching onto her neck as he began to thrust harder and harder before growling his release.

Sweaty, sated and strangely at peace, they scrambled beneath the covers together, Helen pillowing her head on his shoulder.

They didn't speak, both simply enjoying the moment that Helen knew would have to come to an end eventually. She loved him, of that she was sure but they would have to talk and it would not be easy. They both had too much history and baggage with one another for it to be any other way but, for some reason, Helen was not afraid.

This would, in some weird, not at all easy way, work.

Smiling, she closed her eyes and settled into the embrace of the man she loved.