Thank you to those who've taken the time to review, really makes me feel better about my crazy OC :P

Also, this chapter was originally rated M and while I have edited it enough that I feel comfortable posting it under T, if the last chapter made you want to kill me, this one will probably just further that feeling. Read with caution my pretties... Though I guarantee there's a bit that'll make you chuckle a bit..

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Nikola sat back against the wall of the cathedral well and truly spent. From beside him, he heard muffled giggles, Rose's hand on her mouth to stifle her laugher as she glanced to him, eyes twinkling. Nikola, breathing still heavy joined in with her laughter, his satisfaction lightening his mood significantly. Hell, not two hours ago he was angrily pacing the lab Helen had given him to use, frustrated as anything at the loneliness that had started to encroach on him at the realization that Helen was once more pushing him away.

As their laughter died away, the only sound left in the cavernous room was their breathing, still laboured, panting like dogs despite what was very much enhanced stamina.

Nikola heard Rosie shift next to him but was too tired to move, simply turning his head instead to watch as she struggled to pull herself upright.

"Hi," she said with a grin as she rested against the wall, "I don't think I said that before we... you know..." she trailed off, gesturing between them with a hand.

"No, I don't think you did," Nikola responded with a grin between deep breaths. Rosie let out another snort of laughter and it echoed off the walls around them.

"God, now I remember why I keep coming back to you," she said roughly after another few beats of silence. Nikola smirked at her and opened his mouth but Rosie held up a hand. "Yes, yes, shut up," she said with a grin, acknowledging the innuendo in her last statement. Nikola chuckled but said nothing.

With one last giggle, Rose heaved herself to her feet, stumbling unsteadily for a moment before giving up and sinking back down in front of Nikola with a smile.

"Oh nice work," he said sarcastically, pulling a face.

"Shut up," she responded, using her big toe to poke his leg in retaliation. "My legs won't play nice just yet." Nikola let out another chuckle but was too exhausted to retort.

"Exhausted, huh?" Rosie said, reading his thoughts with a sly grin. This time it was Nikola's turn to retaliate, reaching out and grabbing her arms, dragging her over to his body. Rosie let out a surprised yelp but didn't fight the movement.

They stayed still for a moment, Rose listening smugly to his elevated heart rate. After a second, she turned her head and looked up at him.

"What's wrong?" she asked seeing the confusion on his face.

"Like you don't know," he joked, cocking an eyebrow.

Rosie rolled her eyes before punching him playfully in the arm.

"Tell me," she coaxed with a smile.

"I was just trying to figure out how long it's been since we…" he said, gesturing down to their limp bodies. Rosie paused for a second in thought before cracking a smile.

"Spring of '83," she said proudly. Nikola thought for a second, opened his mouth to contradict her but then closed it.

"I think you're right," he said after a moment, "I found you in Paris, you were in that bar, wearing, oh, the dark blue dress," he continued, getting caught up in the memory.

"And you had just decided to bring the cravat back into style," she added with a chuckle. Nikola smirked at the memory, but said no more. As enjoyable as he'd found the last half hour, he was now coming back to reality and for some reason, he felt guilty. As a man who seldom enjoyed such an emotion it was rather unsettling that he couldn't figure out why he felt that way.

"I know why," Rosie answered quietly as she sat up, eyes sombre. Nikola's eyes widened, he'd forgotten that his thoughts were no longer private. Although he resented the intrusion, he'd learnt long ago that this particular ability wasn't something she could always control. "I'm sorry," she said before letting out a ripe curse. "And I'm sorry for that too," she said with a soft smile.

"Tell me," Nikola said, curious at what she could figure out from one look at his thoughts. Rosie smiled softly before standing up, reaching a hand down to help Nikola up. Too proud to accept the hand, Nikola stood up on his own.

"We should probably leave here soon," Rose said before pulling a face.

"What is it?" Nikola asked as she sighed sadly.

"You've ruined my dress," she responded, irritation faint in her voice.

"I like it better this way," Nikola leered, taking in the damage he'd caused. Her hair was more than a little mussed, falling in untidy waves around her head and, among other new additions to the dress, there was a rather large tear running from the floor to the top of her thigh.

"Oh, because your outfit is so much better," Rosie retorted, hands on hips as she rolled her eyes. Nikola looked down and took stock of what had been a rather dapper suit if he did say so himself. His vest was somewhere but certainly not on him, his shirt ripped open, several of the buttons hanging on by only a thread while the rest of them were nowhere to be seen but worst of all were the gaping holes in both his pants and shirt.

"I think I might require a bath," Rosie said, wrinkling her nose as she pursed her lips and looked herself over.

"Ah, I knew there was a reason I liked you," Nikola said, very pleased she still shared the fastidiousness to her person that he had been ridiculed for. Rosie smiled up at him as she forced many of her own memories into his own head. Nikola groaned and closed his eyes, helpless as she replayed some of their more heated trysts.

"There are many reasons you like me."

"You are the devil," he whispered hoarsely as he felt himself growing hard.

"And I thought that was your role," she whispered back, far closer than he'd thought. Suddenly, he could take it no longer. He opened his eyes and grabbed her forcefully, crushing her lips with renewed fever. His tongue tried to force its way into her mouth but she refused him access which only served to inflame him further. As his kiss deepened, she stepped back, using a strength equalling his to separate them.

She chuckled darkly at the lust burning in Nikola's eyes.

"Shower," she said firmly, turning to where his jacket and cravat lay by the wall. Bending over, she went to pick them up, only to find Nikola's hands closing around her waist, pulling her back to him.

"You are pure evil," he murmured against her neck as his hands began searching the gaps in her dress he'd already created, widening others further.

"You have no idea," she replied, her voice throaty.

Nikola made to turn her around to capture her mouth but she was too fast, dancing away from him with a mischievous gleam in her eye.

"Evil," he muttered as he followed her over to the doors.

"Evil genius," she corrected lightly as he held the door open for her.

"That is debatable," he said, offended by her use of the word. Rosie simply laughed, pressing the button for the elevator. "Where are we going?" he asked as the thick doors slid shut behind them.

"I'm going to my room," she said flippantly, "I have no idea where you're going."

"You have your own room?" he queried, stepping closer to her as she bounced on the balls of her feet.

"I've visited Helen many times, and she set aside a room for me. It was more convenient," she answered, carefully moving away from him.

"I'd love to see it," Nikola answered, capturing her waist in his hands.

Rosie opened her mouth to respond but he was too quick, swooping down to steal a kiss only when he tried to pull away, she grabbed his head, pulling him back to her mouth. There was nothing teasing about this kiss, lips moved harshly as tongues fought and hands rediscovered skin. With one, swift movement, Nikola lifted her up, pushing her back against the wall of the elevator, hands under her ass, hips thrusting against hers as she wrapped her legs around him, forcing her dress up higher than probably appropriate considering the cameras blinking at them. Then again, Rose had seduced him into far more public trysts than this.

Rosie moaned into his mouth at his memories as she tried to pull off the jacket he'd put over this ruined shirt. Obligingly, Nikola leant his upper body back a fraction and threw the jacket into the corner before reclaiming her mouth. He nipped at her lips, then moving down to her throat, gently pulling at the flesh eliciting several gasps from the writhing girl pinned between him and the wall.

"Harder," she moaned, closing her eyes as he obliged. Unable to cause damage, Nikola bit down with as much force as he could muster and she shrieked, rubbing her hips unconsciously against him.

Nikola moved back up to capture her mouth and was taken aback by the force with which she kissed him. His hands started to move downwards, one cradling her to him and the other roughly caressing her. Rosie moaned against his lips, still squirming in his grip as he tried to find purchase through the slippery fabric. Nikola's hand went to her shoulder, completely prepared to undress her when there was a light bing from behind them.

Rosie suddenly stopped moving and her eyes shot open as Henry and Kate walked into the elevator. Nikola stayed still, keeping his face buried in her neck. Henry spluttered.

"I... Oh.. We… Shit... Ahm.. I... Oh... God…"

Kate smiled, rolling her eyes but said nothing. Rosie put a hand on Nikola's shoulder, gently forcing him off her and she slipped down until her feet hit the floor. Nikola stepped back and the silk that had been caught up between them fell to the ground, only just covering her legs. Henry started spluttering again and Nikola spun around.

"Hush now wolf boy, " he said, his voice dark, "And Miss Freelander, that smirk really does not suit you so I suggest you wipe it off your face before I am obliged to do it for you."

Kate glared at him and said nothing.

"Now, Nikki, play nice," Rosie said, sounding like a stern mother, rather than the women he was recently devouring against the wall. Nikola growled at her but said nothing.

The elevator was silent for a moment before Rosie let out a laugh.

"Quite right, Kate," she praised with a twinkle in her eye. Kate stood dumbfounded for a second before everything clicked into place and she smiled back at Rosie who was still laughing lightly.

"What did she say?" Nikola asked, his voice dangerous. Rosie smirked and said nothing, watching instead as the numbers clicked by on the display.

"Tell me."

Rosie chuckled and looked over at Kate who nodded before smirking.

"She said you were, what was it again… whipped?" she asked, looking back over at Kate innocently. Nikola snarled and his eyes grew dark but Rosie put a restraining hand on his arm, looking him in the eye sternly. He returned to normal but kept one eye on Kate, looking for all the world as if he'd like nothing more than to murder her.

They were silent again until the doors parted and Kate and Henry walked out, Kate fighting the urge to giggle and Henry blushing furiously.

"Tell Helen I'll be down in 10," Rosie called out to their retreating backs as the door slid shut with a clang.

"10 minutes is hardly enough time," Nikola purred, cornering her.

"It is ample time for me to shower and change," she clarified, restraining his advances with one hand. As the doors slid open again, Rosie pushed past him without so much as a word, leaving a rather stunned Nikola in the elevator, unsure of what to do next.