"You're incorrigible Nikola," she said.

"Only for you my dear," he replied with a wide grin, tugging faster as they reached the stairs.

With a carefree laugh she followed him up the stairs, kicking off her heels as they went. They stumbled together until they reached the top step and a particularly insistent tug on her arm made her lose her footing. Letting out a squeak of surprise, Helen let go of his hand, throwing out her arms to brace her fall only to be saved by two strong hands grabbing at her upper arms.

"God Helen, you're not even this clumsy when you're drunk," he said, hauling her to her feet. Taking advantage of how close they were, Helen launched herself at him, effectively toppling him. Nikola landed on the floor with a grunt but the second he noticed just where Helen was now sitting on top of him, he grinned through the pain.

"Seems you're not too steady either," she whispered before leaning down and kissing him harshly. Nikola groaned desperately before shoving her to the side.

"Bed," he choked out, springing up and reaching a hand down to help her to her feet once more.

"Have you always been this bossy?" she joked as she pulled him towards her bedroom quickly.

"You love it," he argued, rushing to catch up, shoving her roughly against the door to capture her lips once more. She all but giggled against his lips before grabbing his hips, pulling him through the door. Together they moved backwards until Nikola was able to push her onto the bed. Bouncing slightly Helen shuffled further up until she was resting against a mountain of pillows with a wide grin. Nikola, meanwhile, stood at the end of the bed, quickly removing what was left of his clothes. His eyes never left hers and, as he yanked off his socks and began climbing onto the bed, Helen felt her heart start to flutter.

"God, you're beautiful," he whispered, grabbing her ankles, roughly pulling her towards him.

"You're not bad yourself," she replied throatily, reaching down to the hem of her dress to help him as he tugged it up and over her head. Seeing her clad only in her ivory coloured bra Nikola groaned, his eyes fluttering shut as he buried his face in her cleavage, licking and nipping at her soft flesh. Clutching at his head, Helen wrapped her legs around his waist tightly, not wanting to relinquish even a moment of the skin on skin contact.

She felt his clever fingers fumbling under her back and she arched obligingly so that he could find that the clasp to her bra was not at the back. He groaned again, removing his lips from where they were marking her once more, making her shiver as cool air blew across the wet skin. Her chest was heaving and his fingers trembling as he tried to make sense of the clasp nestled between her breasts.

"Damn it," he swore after a moment of fumbling and Helen laughed, pushing him up to a sitting position before following him and straddling his thighs.

"Here," she whispered, batting away his hands and fiddling with the clasp herself. It took a moment longer than normal but when she finally got it and the fabric fell away, Nikola launched himself at her freed breasts rather ferociously. Without preamble his mouth latched onto one nipple, sucking harshly, making her cry out in unexpected pleasure. He scraped his teeth across the pebbled flesh once before pulling back and launching an equally arousing attack on the other breast.

Helen was moaning and writhing under his touch, holding him to her as her head fell back and eyes fluttered closed. His hands were on her back, holding her upright as she arched against him, caressing her in soothing contrast to his assault on her chest. Just as the pleasure began to peak, he pulled back, moving his hands to her hips. Understanding what he wanted she shifted her weight to her knees, shuffling about until he changed his mind and almost threw her back onto the bed.

With a squeak of surprise Helen bounced slightly before regaining enough awareness to try and scramble back to him only he wasn't having a bar of it. With surprisingly strong hands he held her to the bed, slithering down her body to plant hot, wet kisses all over. He nipped gently at her breasts, making her squirm as he marked her before soothing the reddened skin with his tongue. Hands on her hips, he took on nipple in his mouth, worrying the bud delicately between his teeth and she bucked desperately against him, widening her legs in open invitation.

"Nikola, no more teasing," she whispered, clutching at his head but he simply chuckled against her skin before moving to the other breast, lavishing it with the same attention. Desperate to find release to the heat building inside her, Helen wormed her legs from under his until she was able to swing them up and around his hips, making his erection nudge against her hot centre. Groaning in frustration, Nikola thrust dimly against her a few times before stilling himself and glaring up at her. Without a word passing between them, Helen knew she was about to be punished and, eager to see what he had in store, she tightened her legs around him and thrust up once more.

His eyes flashed almost dangerously and a predatory grin spread across his face. With a dark chuckle, Nikola slid down her body a little further until his chin could rest just below her breasts.

"You're bad," he whispered softly. Helen prepared to lecture him on just how corny such a line was but, without warning, he took her nipple once more into his mouth, biting on the puckered flesh hard enough to make her cry out loudly. As he slowly released the pressure in favour of the gentle caress of his tongue, her back arched.

"No more, please," she begged, nails digging into his head as she held him to her. His arms had slipped under her back, holding her tight and he began to whisper softly against her skin. She couldn't make out the words but the gravely tone in which they were said went straight to her core. She tried to form articulate scoldings to entice him into the hot, hot sex his ministrations were suggesting at but, as he left her breasts raw and throbbing to shimmy down until his head rested on her thigh, she was beyond words.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered softly, turning to look up at her. Blushing slightly, Helen smiled at him, cupping his cheek in an attempt to draw him up her body for another kiss. As talented as she knew him to be with his tongue, all she wanted right now was to kiss him. The screwing her into oblivion thing could wait just one second but, unfortunately, it seemed Nikola had other plans.

Quickly and with minimal fuss he parted her legs, settling between them as he stroked her inner thighs softly.

"So beautiful," he whispered once more before suddenly parting her folds with his hot tongue. Helen arched her back once more as his name was torn from her throat. Even if she hadn't already been on the precipice of orgasm, the way he was nibbling at her clit would have been enough to send her over the edge but she fought it, desperate to hang on just that little bit longer. Whether he sensed her tenuous control or simply couldn't help himself, she didn't know but as she bit her lip in an attempt to stay grounded, he thrust two fingers into her. She hissed slightly, body tensing at the welcome yet unexpected intrusion. But then he started to move his fingers. Slowly at first, building up gently as he stroked her clit with his tongue ever so gently but then he started to get faster, curling his fingers in a way that always had and always would make her scream.

He was a genius, an absolute genius, she decided moments before she let go, orgasm overwhelming her with tidal force. She cried out and flailed and bucked her hips but, with one hand thrown over her hips to keep her steady, Nikola continued to thrust with his fingers , lip and tongue touching her in a way that did more than just prolong her climax, it took her to new levels of bliss. Her body was still shaking and shuddering with the force of it a minute later as she began to come down from the high.

She tried to say something, anything but words failed her and it was all she could do to claw at Nikola's back until he got the message and moved up to lie next to her.

"Watch it with the nails," he quipped, snuggling into her side.

"Next time," she choked out, "a little warning would be nice." Nikola said nothing, simply chuckling smugly as he wove a leg between hers, his nose brushing against her neck as he kissed her softly, sucking gently on her flesh.

Swallowing heavily, Helen shifted to her side so she could look into his smug face. Rolling her eyes at his attitude, she leaned in and kissed him to avoid whichever gloating statement he was about to make. Almost at once their previous fire was back, invading her senses as she rolled them until she was straddling his waist.

" And with that in mind, consider this your warning," she murmured against his lips.

She kissed a path from his deck to his collar bone, sucking and biting at the flesh she found. Nikola groaned, his hands moving to hold her hips tightly as she worked a line from on shoulder to the other. As she passed by the hollow of his throat, she couldn't help but swirl her tongue a few times, enjoying the taste of sex and sweat and Nikola all mixed into one.

It was then that she noticed the hands on her waist slowly ascending to her rib cage, thumbs sneaking between their bodies with the clear goal of her still tender breasts in mind.

"No," she said firmly, grabbing his wrists to halt his progress.

"You're no fun," Nikola murmured huskily and she just chuckled.

"I'd offer to place a wager on that but I'd much rather continue with this, if that's all right with you," she said pertly, sitting up straight as she released his hands and trailed her own down his chest. Nikola's eyes widened and she felt his cock jump against her arse but he made no verbal reply.

"Shall I proceed?" she asked softly, tilting her head to the side, only smiling once he nodded vigorously. She tried to hide the smug smile that sprung to her lips, clearly he remembered just what this particular game entailed.

"Right then," she said firmly before swooping down to kiss him firmly. He moaned into her mouth as their tongues fought for dominance but this time his hands stayed firmly fisted within the sheets. Carefully she pulled back, shifting back and down to sit on his thighs, hands roaming over his chest as she did so. He hissed as her nails caught on his nipples but, as he bucked his hips in an attempt to make her fall down on top of him once more, she stopped.

Grinning down at him like the cat who got the cream, Helen slithered between his legs, grabbing his thighs as she pushed them a little further apart. When he followed her silent instructions, she moved to press a small kiss to the base of his cock in reward.

"God," he groaned throatily and she could feel his body tensing under hers.

"Look at me," she instructed firmly, sitting up a little until he pried his eyes open.

"You're amazing," he whispered, trying to grin at her but when she tutted at him, grabbing the base of his straining erection, his grin was wiped clean away as he threw his head back. Chuckling softly she swirled her tongue over the sensitive head, making him groan.

"No teasing," he said through gritted teeth. "I can't take it."

"You'll take what I give you," she said firmly and he shuddered. As controlling and domineering as he was in the bedroom, his reactions when she finally took control were worth the torture he liked to put her through.

"Please Helen, please," he mumbled as she began to stroke him softly. She was a little taken aback at the pleading but not only was his recovery time second to none, after all their teasing and flirting today he was probably just as on edge as she'd been only minutes ago.

Taking pity on him she leaned forward, taking him into her mouth with a rather harsh suck.

"Fuck!" he bellowed, hands grabbing the back of her head. Breathing deeply and evenly through her nose, Helen began to move, hollowing her cheeks as she worked him. He tasted just as she remembered only with her own flavour mixed in, a by-product of their earlier couplings that she found incredibly exciting. His groans became more guttural and the hands on her head tensed so she sped up, pleased when he flexed his hips gently.

"I want... no... please... I," he tried, his voice becoming more and more unsteady as she took a little more of him into her mouth. "Helen," he grunted, thrusting his hips up as he fought for control.

"I want. To come. Inside you," he grunted but she only chuckled.

"Not a hope in hell," she whispered, pulling away for long enough to smirk down at him before once more swirling her tongue over the sensitive tip. His eyes scrunched shut as she took just the tip into her mouth, massaging the underside thoroughly before once more sliding her mouth down his length. Whether he gave up on trying to get his way or he simply couldn't hold out any longer she wasn't sure, but in a matter of seconds her name was ripped from his tongue as he came hard.

"You're evil," he choked out, breathing heavily as she slid up to rest her head on his chest.

"I learnt from the best," she murmured, nuzzling against him as she threw a leg over his. "And you liked it."

"Not as much as I like you," he replied quickly, rolling to his side and giving her the biggest grin she'd ever seen.

Moaning, Helen rolled onto her back, flinging one hand up over her eyes dramatically.

"That was terrible."

"I know."

"Truly, truly terrible."

"You loved it."

"Not even greeting cards are that corny!"

"And yet you still loved it."

"Not as much as I love you," she replied, unable to keep the grin from her lips.

"Oh god," he moaned, wrapping an arm around her to pull her closer. "I think I'm rubbing off on you in the worst possible way."

"Hey!" she exclaimed. "If you can wear the crown of the king of corny, surely I'm allowed to dabble."

"No, if I'm the king," he corrected, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek. "Then you are my queen."

"Just don't ever buy me a tiara," she allowed, holding him tightly.

"Not even a little one?"

"Go for it. If you want to get kicked from the royal bedchamber. We don't take kindly to cheap trinkets."

"Hey, little miss 'tea is too a food group', just because you come from the motherland, doesn't mean you get to sass me. I'm your king, you're meant to bow to my will," he chastised, rolling them until he was hovering over her.

Helen snorted before rolling them over once more, straddling his hips as she grinned down at him triumphantly.

"Not in a million years," she whispered, scrunching up her nose before pressing one last kiss to his lips and scurrying out of bed.

"Helen," he whined. "Come back to bed. I wasn't nearly halfway to done with you."

"Need some food," she called over her shoulder as she waltzed from the room.

Nikola flopped back against the bed with a sigh.

"Bring me a cup too please."

Chuckling Helen strolled down the stairs, partially aware that she was naked but feeling too warm and fuzzy too care terribly much. Humming to herself, she flicked the switch on the kettle, grabbing two mugs before heading to the fridge. Milk in hand she turned back to the kitchen bench, gazing out over the front garden.

A front garden, she realised with a start, that had standing in its midst a very disturbed looking William Zimmerman.