Sorry it's been a while! I had abit of a writer's block.

I know I said 1 'short' chapter to go, but it didn't really end up that way. I'm thinking of possibly adding an epilouge. But only if you guys have enjoyed it so far!

And I did write this late at night so I'm really sorry if there's any mistakes!

Helen turned the water off and walked over the cabinet on the far side of the little room and pulled out two white fluffy towels and threw one to Nikola.

"You're not walking through my house dripping wet, it leaves marks on the floor." She said with a smirk.

'That goes for you as well I presume? Because you really should get out of those wet things, Helen" We wriggled his eyebrows and started drying off his hair.

What she did next both stunned and disappointed him. She wrapping the towel around herself and undid her bikini top at the nape of her neck and in the middle of her back letting it slide off and land on the ground in front of her.

She didn't take her eyes of his as she ran her hand up her thigh and under the towel taking off the bottoms as well.

Ah the sweet taste of revenge, Helen thought with a devilish grin.

She slowly bent over, picking up her wet things off the floor and throwing them into the hamper.

Nikola defiantly could not speak. He couldn't even move! His mind was so overcome with his dreams and fantasies he didn't notice her walk straight past him and out the door.

It took a few moments for his legs to respond but when they did he took off after her, also throwing his towel in the hamper on the way out.

To his luck she hadn't left yet but had started taking a stroll around her Secret garden, smelling the flowers and running her hand along the tree trunks.

Nikola just stood and watched her for while. She looked so at peace. And the very short towel gave him a lovely view of her long legs. Which he wasn't going to give up anytime soon, maybe he could stay for while. After all, he has the rest of his unending life to take over the world. Helen could be his queen. World domination or not, Nikola's dream was to have Helen at his side forever.

She had noticed his presence in the door way while ago, but decided to let him make the first move. But that got harder as she could feel his eyes on her as she continued to stroll around the gardens. Soon she would reach him again. And she was feeling extremely tired, to tired to keep playing games. She just wanted to sleep.

She didn't get very far before her legs turned to Jelly and she felt like she was going to collapse. But Helen Magnus wasn't going to faint in the middle of the garden, she was a lot stronger than that. So she made her way over to bench a few meters away and out of sight from Nikola. Who was most likely still watching her.

She sat down; making sure her towel was still secured around her body, and closed her eyes for just a second…

Yes, Nikola was still watching her closely, committing the sight to memory. He loved the little noises she made while he was massaging her head. It made him feel needed, wanted. And making her groan is one of his lifelong dreams.

He noticed her pacing slowly as she stumbled a little before vanishing from his sight.

He started walking in the general direction of where he had last seen her. From behind, he could see her head bobbing slightly to one side and back up again. She was sitting down on a rosewood park bench. If he didn't know any better he would say she was …..

He walked up a little closer and listened.

Yes, she was asleep.

Her breathing was slow and even, occasionally hitching when she bought her head up right again. He saw as he walked around to stand in front of her, her eyes were closed.

She will get a sore neck if she sleeps here, but Nikola had no intention of letting her sleep outside, with only a towel covering her body.

He leaned down and gently put an arm around her head and one behind her knees and slowly lifted her up.

He hugged her to his chest as he wove his way out of the garden and in through the backdoor. He looked down at her peaceful, sleeping face and literally felt his heart explode. He couldn't leave her. Not after what happened with Ashley a couple of weeks ago. He should never have left in the first place, But Johnny needed help with the Cabal and oh did they pay for what they did!

He slowly made his way to her room savoring the feel of her body in his arms.

Helen awoke to the strangest feeling. Almost like she was being carried. But this person was so graceful and she couldn't here footsteps. It felt more like floating, she didn't dare open her eyes lest this wonderful feeling would disappear. The one thing that convinced her that she wasn't still dreaming was the sound of a door being softly closed. She panicked for a second, thoughts flying through her head about being kidnapped and the Cabal. But these arms felt familiar, comforting. And in her exhausted state she let the nasty thoughts slip away and just concentrated on the sound of this persons breath. Curiosity got the better of her and she slowly opened her eyes.

The face she saw above her looked like an angel. Her angel. Her Nikola. The moonlight coming in through the windows cast a ghostly white light across his face.

Nikola looked down at Helen hearing her heartbeat speed up, guessing she was waking up.

He sat her gently down on the edge of the bed so he could pull the sheet back and she slipped in easily. She looked down at her self, still clad in only a towel and made a mental note to have Big guy put some of her robes down at her secret hideaway next time. She got rid of the towel and used the slightly transparent sheet to cover her self.

Nikola bent down to retrieve the discarded towel from beside the bed a took it over to the hamper just inside her bathroom door. He had to do something to take his eyes off her silent form, naked under only a sheet. He lingered a bit pretending to dry his already dry hair. He had to get out before he climbed into the bed as well.

He slowly made his way over to Helen, whose eyelids had started to droop again. He bent down and kissed her forehead, whispering in her ear.

"Sweet dreams, moJa ljubav".

Nikola attempted to straighten up again but Helen had placed one of her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a soft, gentle kiss.

"Please, Stay?" The look in her eyes melted his resolve. She looked so innocent, so young. It was the exact same look she had given him when she had asked for his friendship, back in there Oxford days.

He looked at the clock, it was 3am. A few hours couldn't hurt?

He took off his trunks to so he was wearing just his black, satin boxers. He pulled back the sheet taking great care not to take any off Helen's body, and climbed in next to her.

She scooted closer to him and lifted his arm to drape over her shoulders so she could snuggle closer into his chest.

The feeling of her naked body against his was completely new to Nikola. He took a moment to simply feel her instead of using his mind. His fingers were just grazing the skin of the top of her breast. He started drawing lazy circles with his fingertips occasionally let a small spark fly from his body to hers. The sensation was too much for Helen's mind to take. She had been dreaming of this moment ever since they befriended at University more then a century ago, and all she could do was groan as his finger's created a hazy fog to overpower her mind and loose the battle with sleep. She passed out, tucked under Nikola Tesla's arm.

Sensing the shift in her breathing, Nikola buried his face in her hair, which now smelt like wild strawberries with a hint of citrus, and slowly drifting off into his happy dreams. With the love of his life in his arms.

**FIN**

Well according to Google Translate 'moJa ljubav' my love. If it's not correct please tell me so I can change it!

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