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 tried to get this up on Valentine's Day and it wouldn't let me upload it. I don't know if that was because if everyone was writing a romance story or chapter and had the same idea as me or what! But since I had some more time I tried to make it saucier to make up for not being able to upload it as planned! I'm sorry if it's not great, it is my first attempt at this kind of scene. 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 IN ADULT TERRITORY AND THEREFORE THE RATING HAS CHANGED! HAPPY BELATED VALENTINE's DAY!

(Adalind's POV)

She knew what she was doing. She may not have planned that kiss, but she certainly didn't let the opportunity slip away. She unapologetically planted her lips on his and what surprised her was his reaction. She expected him to disapprove in some manner except he didn't. He had already pushed himself by asking her to sleep next to him and she couldn't ask for more so she didn't. She just took what she wanted. She hadn't planned him being so tender. She had only ever been with men who were primal and she always responded in the same manner so this was certainly different. She was the only aggressor here. It was only when he had placed his hand so delicately on her hips to bring her that she realized how conscious he was about their awkwardness. And yet he still wanted her to know that he wasn't backing down, which was why she had to take control.

She knew that he couldn't be the one who started them down this path. He had this kind of moral code that wouldn't allow him to betray Juliette so easily because that was what it was to him: a betrayal. He needed to be shown that it was okay to move on and he couldn't be the one to make that move. She needed to be the one to. She felt his hesitation with that kiss and it even lingered onto his touches, but even so he wanted her. He craved her, but tried his best to hide it. She had never felt so desirable and his desire to have her was genuine. She made sure when she asked what he wanted more than once. She needed this to be consensual. It wasn't like last time where she tricked him. She was herself in this situation and he wanted Adalind. Not Adalind pretending to be Juliette. Just Adalind. That meant the world to her.

She would be lying if she said she didn't moan in delight when his hands travelled her body exploring the depths of her. She couldn't stop herself from matching his touch with her own. She wanted to get to know his body. She wanted to know what made him tick. She wanted to know if she could scratch that itch of his. He had a need and she wanted to fulfill it.

And then he gave her the green light. He wanted her naked. Well, his exact words were, "I want you with less clothes on." Who was she to deny him? She couldn't help, but smile. She saw how excited he was. It was hard to miss. She led him to the bedroom making sure his focus was on her exposed flesh. Granted that damn dress was still in the way, but that would soon change. Soon she would be naked and so would he.

When they finally reached the bedroom, she had him sit on the edge of the bed while she carefully slipped out of her dress. She made a show of it. She wanted him to enjoy it just as much as she had fun doing it. She was in nothing but her bra and panty. She was ready to turn around until she looked down. Her body had changed so much. A sudden fear struck her. What if he didn't desire her? What if he found her body unattractive now? No amount of lace could change that.

"Adalind," he said sensing her apprehension. She didn't say anything. Instead she hugged herself in effort to cover her body. She was never this insecure person. She wondered what happened to the fire she just felt. Why was she feeling like just a flame on the verge of turning into smoke? He approached her and did that thing again where he hugged her from behind. She didn't know why, but she loved that feeling so much. She felt like he had her back. "We don't have to do this."

"It's not that," she whispered. She wanted to do this. She wanted to do him. Her body was practically begging her to go through with it, but the mind was a funny thing. It had its own ideas and right now it was being a major cock-block.

"Then what is it? You can tell me."

She shook her head. She knew what she was about to say was going to sound ridiculous, but to her it wasn't. This was a big deal for her. This wasn't just about finding release. "It's silly I know, but I can't look past it." She knew Nick's mind was probably thinking Juliette as the 'it' she couldn't look past so she tried to correct that line to thinking before she ruined the moment and her chance to be with Nick. "I literally can't look past my belly. I can't see where my feet are. I know they're there, but I have no clue what they look like. And do I even want to see them at this point considering they're probably swollen?" She wasn't lying, but it wasn't the truth she was trying to convey.

He laughed. She was sure this was the first time he laughed like this and it sounded like the gates of heaven. She had heard people who were in love talk of such things, but she herself never experienced it. And she was sure this wasn't love, but it was something…

"I know you're playing off your insecurity as a joke and it was funny. You got me to laugh, but Adalind…You have to know how beautiful you are." He said she was beautiful and for the first time, she didn't doubt him. She didn't doubt what he was feeling. She didn't doubt this. "I've always found you beautiful and now that you're carrying our child, you're irresistible. It might be hard to believe me since this is probably the most I have talked to you in this capacity or seen you for that matter, but if you really don't believe me, then just look at how hard I am for you." She was ready to turn over, but then her belly would bump him and would kill the mood. It would take her back to that irrational and unnecessary fear of being rejected. "Or better yet, feel how hard I am."

She took his advice. She arched her back into him. She could feel him rubbing against her. He was excited and restless. She did this to him and she liked having that power. She needed to feel like she was in control since she felt so powerless after sacrificing her Hexenbiest side. She felt like herself again.

She slowly moved up and down against the length of him. His head fell into the crevice of her shoulder while his hands found her waist once more. She tensed at the contact. He kissed her shoulders to reassure her, but he didn't stop there. His lips found her neck making sure they left a mark. His tongue found her ears giving her a preview of what he would do. She was wet with anticipation.

She hadn't even realized his hands found their way inside the lining of her panty. She couldn't control the sounds she was making. She didn't even recognize her own voice. She put her hand over her mouth. "Don't do that," he growled. "I want to hear you. I want to see you and I want to feel you." He reveled in her delight. She couldn't help the way her body was moving as he worked his fingers inside of her. She had never been touched like this. It felt so good to be touched like this. She was on the verge of exploding. "Not yet. We do it together." She knew what he meant. He wanted them to climax together. She bit her lip in defiance. He was such a tease.

"My turn," she said as she pulled down his pants to expose his throbbing erection. She wrapped her hand around his arousal. He gritted his teeth at the contact. She wanted to show him who was the boss here. She wanted to have a little fun with him like he was with her. Two could play this game.

She slowly moved her hand up and down a few times before she rubbed the head of him. She understood why he wanted to hear her moan, she found herself in the same position with him. The shallow breathing and low growling got her going. She couldn't believe that she could got even more aroused. She moved up and down the length of him much faster than before to let him know that she was getting impatient. The ache she had was only getting worse. He couldn't keep his hands off of her, which was how she liked it. She didn't mind being his anchor.

"I'm close." He picked her up to stop his release from coming and she wrapped her legs around him. She felt incredibly light like a feather. She knew he was strong, but not this strong. Their kissing took a more playful turn. Their tongues were battling for dominance. He unhooked her bra and she discarded it by throwing it somewhere in the room. She followed suit and pulled his shirt off of him throwing it somewhere. It didn't matter where their clothes were. It wasn't important. They were.

He then delicately placed her on the bed, which was interesting considering the way they were just going at each other like animal, but he wasn't done playing around. His hands found her perky breasts while her hands roamed his chest. He took care of his body and it showed. He cupped her breasts so that he could kiss her simultaneously, but it wasn't enough for her. With each touch, that ache she felt was only making her even more restless and she responded by pulling at his hair. "Patience, Adalind." She wanted to say screw patience, but she didn't. He paid attention to detail and saw the importance of foreplay. His lips captured hers once more before moving them down her body until they found her inner thigh. His teeth pulled down her panty. He smiled at her before his tongue found her core.

"Oh my god," she rasped at the direct contact. She knew magic, but his tongue…his tongue was all kinds of magic. The way he flicked it across her pulsating core was just enchanting. She grabbed his hair out of compulsion and pulled him in, encouraging him to move it inside of her. "Oh Nick." If he continued like his she was going to explode. She couldn't stop herself from moving against him and he took advantage of this by slipping in a finger, which intensified the pleasure she felt even more.

"You taste so good." Before she could climax, he pulled away. She whimpered, practically begging him to help her release. He pulled his pants down further. She knew right then that she needed to spread her legs for him. He needed to be inside of her and she needed to feel him moving freely inside of her. "Together?" He asked. She nodded her head in agreement. She couldn't even speak. She just wanted to be penetrated now. He didn't break eye contact as he positioned himself over her and he moved with urgency. This was different from when they were together before. He was taking care of her in a way she hadn't been taken care of previously. He wasn't just screwing her. He was doing something else. She had never felt so good physically and emotionally. She couldn't believe she was thinking this, but she felt like she was one with him especially when they climaxed together. She screamed his name in ecstasy as he exploded inside of her.

He kissed her forehead and fell beside her. She realized something in that moment. She was screwed and not in the 'I just had sex' mentality even though that was true. She did just have sex. But no, she was screwed because she realized she had feelings for him and there was no going back from that. No amount of hormones or endorphins could be blamed for that.

She was so screwed.