Well what do you know your reviews have got my muse dancing around happily. When I write there are some pieces I just naturally like more than others (good thing that doesn't happen with kids), well this is one of those ones I just like - all Teslen fluffy goodness - you've been warned.
Helen snuggled further into Nikolas embrace. They had barely made it to their hotel room before they were tearing at each other's clothes. Helen wondered idly if their frantic couplings would ever give way to a slower more languorous lovemaking, not that she minded either way because, quite frankly, making love with Nikola was more fantastic than she had ever believed possible. It had only been two weeks since she had decided to take their relationship to the next level and, looking back on how wonderful the last two weeks had been, she cursed herself for not being brave enough to do it long ago.
"A penny for them?" Nikola asked drowsily, loving the feel of waking up with Helen in his arms.
"You have just flown me to Rome first class, and we are staying in the presidential suite at the St Regis, you clearly have more money than God so it is going to cost you far more than a penny for my thoughts."
"Cheeky wench". Nikola tickled her until she managed to get the upper hand and sat astride him.
"Well, if this how we end up when I tickle you I shall have to make sure I do it far more often." Nikola grinned.
"Shut up Nikola." Helen said as she leaned down and kissed him.
It was an hour later when they were snuggled, spooning, under the comforter when Helen realised where they were and how they got there. She turned her head slightly so she could see his face. "It occurs to me that for two people who are supposed to be dead we managed to get through customs and on an international flight with a great deal of ease."
"This is only just occurring to you, my Helen you are getting slow in your old age. I was expecting you to demand explanations the minute we arrived at the airport."
"What can I say, I was swept up in the whimsical romance of you whisking me away for a few days and once we were on the plane I was spending all my time trying to fend off your efforts to get us to join the mile high club."
"Yes but it was rather fun when I finally convinced you wasn't it?"
"I will admit that at my age it is hard to find new experiences and yes it was most definitely enjoyable. But I still want to know how you managed it."
"It was quite simple really, once we laid back our seats and drew the privacy curtain..."
"Nikola! Focus!"
"Oh you want to know how I managed to get two dead people on a plane?"
"I would probably phrase it more delicately, but yes."
"Genius, remember?"
"Nikola." She drawled. Normally this type of conversation with him frustrated her to the point of wanting to shoot him, but today she was finding it rather amusing, perhaps this is what being relaxed felt like.
"Well young Henri and I decided that being dead to the rest of the world was going to become rather limiting, so we set about making some alternate identities".
"And just who exactly am I now?" She asked with amusement.
"You my dear are Mrs Helene Baumschlauger, married to Dr Reinholdt Baumschlauger." Nikola told her proudly.
"Really? Because the way I remember it I finished my doctorate at Oxford and someone else, oh that's right, you," she poked him in the ribs, "left to go and work out how to resurrect your vampire race."
"That is your only objection? That I didn't make you a doctor, because that is easily remedied. I thought you would want to shoot me for making you my wife."
Helen grinned at him. "Oh, have no fear, I have every intention of becoming your wife eventually."
"Helen?"
"Well tomorrow it is the anniversary of you coming back into my life after 60 years absence, seems only appropriate that we make that a permanent arrangement." Helen smiled knowing she had taken him by surprise.
"Wait are you telling me you want to get married?"
"Well tomorrow is the anniversary of the first time you told me you loved me."
"Yes, and by you reaction at the time, it was the last thing you wanted to hear. To be honest I didn't even know if you would remember the significance of the date."
"Nikola I always remember when I shoot you, they are very important days to me." She laughed at his outraged expression. "Relax." She rolled over to face him and cupped his cheek gently. "The desire to shoot you is a good thing."
"Whilst I may be immortal, you do know it still hurts like hell when you pump a few rounds into me."
"Yes but think about it, you only hurt the ones you love." Helen laughed at his expression.
"Oh Helen a cliché? I expected more from you."
Helen sighed. "I do remember every time I have shot you because a little part of me has died every time I have had to do it. But I think this anniversary is important because that was the last time I did it and I have a feeling that I am never going to feel compelled to do it again and that, my love, is definitely something worth celebrating."
Nikola began to stroke those incredible fingers of his up and down her naked thigh leaving her in no doubt as to how he planned to celebrate. "So were you serious about getting married?" Helen heard a hitch of vulnerability in his voice.
"Well we obviously can't do it legally, but I Helen Magnus take you Nikola Tesla to be my husband, to love you in good times and bad and I promise to make you happy for all eternity."
Nikola had the most ridiculous grin on his face, this was the most perfect way for them to get married. "And I, Nikola Tesla, take you Helen Magnus to be my wife, I promise to love you forever and make you laugh and smile daily, I promise to not intentionally give you any reason to shoot me, I promise not to make any effort to resurrect the vampire race unless it is to knock you up and I promise to spend the rest of my life making love to you trying to knock you up."
Helen laughed. "Well Tesla, I think perhaps you should follow through on some of those promises right now."
"Anything you say Mrs Tesla." Nikola said as he rolled them so she was pinned underneath him.
"Do. Not. Call. Me. That!"
"I knew it was a longshot, Mrs Baumschlaugher it is then." Helen laughed and spent the next while not really caring what her name was.