Author's note: You know the drill by now. I don't own Grimm. Grimm is the property of NBC, and are not my intellectual property. There is no financial gain made from this nor will any be sought. This is for entertainment purposes only. ANOTHER CHAPTER FOR YOU LOVELIES. I'm trying to update as much as possible, but it's hard with school. THANK YOU SO MUCH to everyone who's been reading this story and all the comments! You guys make me feel ALL FUZZY INSIDE! I absolutely love hearing what you guys have to say. I apologize for any grammar errors. I know there are some, but I really wanted to get something out for you. At some point, I will go back and edit them, but that time is not now! Anyways…your FEATURE PRESENTATION…FYI WE ARE HEADING INTO ADULT TERRITORY WITH THIS CHAPTER

(Nick's POV)

She had kissed him. He wasn't imagining this. He was actually feeling it right now. Her lips were on his and what was he doing? He was standing there like a dead fish. He kissed her back before he ruined the moment and this time, he brought her closer with one hand around her back while the other one was wrapped behind her neck. The way she kissed him was much different than Juliette. He didn't mean to compare, but he couldn't help it. With Juliette, he always took the initiative when it came to physical intimacy. It wasn't that she refused his advances or didn't want the same thing, but she never made the first move whereas Adalind was the complete opposite. She knew what she wanted and she always went for it. He could feel her passion. It was the same feeling he got when she was disguised as Juliette except there was something more delicate and less urgent about the way she kissed him.

He didn't know what to make of this situation. Sure, he wanted it. Craved it. Loathed himself for even thinking about it, but he didn't expect it to happen let alone from her end given everything that had happened. She may have been an initiator, but nothing she ever did was without purpose, which is why he had to ask himself: what was she doing? Did he go with the flow? Or did he take it slow? Could he somehow do both? He stopped thinking and let her take the lead.

Her hands traveled down his body. One hand found its way underneath his shirt, roaming his abdomen causing goosebumps to surface. He could feel the butterflies in his stomach. It was elementary to experience such a thing, but he didn't mind. He welcomed this feeling. He didn't stop her. She too was trying to find her ground by familiarizing herself with his body. She wanted to know him.

He tightened his grasp on her neck. She moaned in approval. It had been a while since he had contact like this and it was quite evident given the growing bulge in his pants. He didn't have time to be embarrassed because her other hand tugged at his shirt begging for him to take it off, but he didn't want to rush this. He wanted to enjoy this. He got the sense that she needed this just as much as he did. They were both searching for an answer to a question they didn't have the guts to ask.

He reached for the zipper on the back of her dress. She pressed into him to make it easier for him unzip her dress. He smiled at her baby bump nuzzling into him. He found it incredibly sexy. She had this glow to her before the pregnancy and now, she was just irresistible. He was eager. He could feel his kisses becoming shorter and his temper becoming wilder. He was nipping at her lips. He had the urge to just rip off her dress, but he couldn't. This wasn't about them having sex. This was something more. He needed to be delicate and treat her gently.

"Wait," she said. "We shouldn't do this." He knew this might happen, but he wasn't upset. He wasn't even disappointed, but he was definitely bummed.

"Then we'll stop."

"No, Nick. I mean we shouldn't do this in here." She was awkwardly looking around and then it hit him. She didn't want to do this in the bedroom of their future child. She was weirded out to say the least and for some reason, he laughed. "What? You don't think it's weird?"

"It's just funny how this is our definition of weird." And then she did something that he had never heard, she laughed.

"It kind of is." Before he could determine what to do next, she was already guiding him to his bedroom. He wanted to ask her if that was okay for them to revisit this in the bedroom that started it all, but truthfully he needed her to ask him if he was ready. Could he erase Juliette from his memory like this? Is that what he wanted?

"Nick," she rasped. Hearing his name was something else. And seeing her dress still half unzipped with what looked like a black lace bra…Triggers of some kind. "If you want to stop, we can stop. We can just sleep next to each other."

"Is that what you want?"

"You've done so much for me and the baby. Let me do something for you. You tell me what you want." It was like music to his ears and not even in a sadistic way. He didn't know why it was so effortless to be with her. He didn't understand how he fought so hard for Juliette and nothing came of it, but here…here he was only fighting with himself and the memories of her by not letting whatever this was with Adalind to happen.

"I want you." For what seemed like an eternity, she just blankly stared at him, but then he saw it. He saw her lips curl upwards. She was smiling.

"And I want you, but is this how you want me?"

"No."

"I want you with less clothes on."