Shirt Tales

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AN – This came from watching Grimm deleted scenes late at night and the idea just not leaving me alone. I'm not experienced writing smut so please be gentle with me but I feel from what we've seen on the show, and from deleted scenes, that this would fit right in with Nadalind as a couple.

Mature content. I do not own any characters or stories from the show Grimm. This is inspired from a deleted scene in Season 5, Episode 4 (I think, the clip can be found on you know tube).

-G-

The loft is quiet and it's strange but nice. The knowledge of where everyone is settles her, Diana with Renard for the weekend, Kelly with Monroe and Rosalee as 'practise' before the triplets come. Though she feels nothing will really prepare them for what is to come with that. Still, it's been a long time since she and Nick had alone time, just them together, that didn't have a very limited timespan. She has hopes for how this evening will go and how they can just concentrate on each other.

Dinner is relaxed and fun. Her face almost hurts from smiling and Nick's eyes on her make her feel witty and pretty and like the only person in his whole world. She flirts and teases and his smirk as he responds sends a flutter through her. It settles low in her belly and she's so ready to move this on. He surprises her when he suggests she relaxes with a bath.

"I know we've had a lot going on recently so I just thought we could have tonight to do the things we don't always take the time to do. Just the other day you said about having a simple bath so you go do that while I clean up, ok?" His words are earnest and his gaze is soft. She leans forward to kiss him, slow and sensual and hopefully just a taster of what's to come.

"Ok, but you better be here when I get out." She tries to be stern but his smile is slightly wicked and he's so close as he leans in to collect their plates.

"Oh, I'll be here," he promises with a grin and a kiss. She hums as she presses closer, making the kiss linger before pulling away and heading to the bathroom. It would be nice to have a soak, something she doesn't get to do often anymore and the thought of luxuriating in a hot, steamy, bubble bath is slightly thrilling. But so is the thought of other, steamy things she could do so she decides to go with what Nick has suggested, have her bath but make it quick. And then get back to him.

The hot water feels like heaven and she breathes in deep, letting the smell and feeling relax her. She closes her eyes and thinks that maybe she might not be as quick as she previously considered.

Then there's a waft of cold air, a sensation of movement and she jerks back to awareness.

"Nick?" There's no reply but she's sure something just happened, that he was just here with her. She draws back the curtain and looks around. "Nick?" Nothing, the room is empty apart from her and it all seems the same, except … except her clothes are gone and in their place is a familiar looking shirt.

A white shirt with blue checks.

It's the only clothing in the room and brings back a slew of memories. Wearing it for the first time and feeling so unsure. Sleeping in it and thinking it would be weird but instead it brought comfort. How a simple piece of clothing, though with his scent attached, could do that. Wearing it again and having the feeling of being surrounded by him and being safe.

She didn't put it there which means Nick did and she's starting to think maybe Nick has plans for tonight as well.

Standing, she dries quickly and pulls on the shirt, pausing to sniff the collar. Yep. Definitely Nick's and definitely a weakness of hers. There's nothing else here so she guesses she's going commando and the thought of why Nick might have forgotten to give her anything else makes her grin.

Ok, Grimm, let's see what you have planned.

All is quiet as she stepped out of the bathroom and she doesn't immediately spot Nick but she doesn't call out to him. No, there's only one place she's going if she wearing this shirt.

He's sitting on the end of the bed as she walks towards him and it's a rush watching him watch her. His eyes are that stormy grey she loves, gaze intense and fully focused on her. A shiver goes down her spine and she knows tonight is going to be exceptional. Even for them.

"Whatcha wearing?" He asks with a smirk.

"What, this old thing?" She replies, fingers trailing down the front buttons and enjoying his gaze as it follows.

"Hmm, yeah, that old thing. I've got some memories of you in that."

"Really?" She slips the top button free and draws a pattern on the newly revealed skin. "What memories would they be?" She's very curious about his recollection, definitely wants to know what he thinks. Nick doesn't often talk about that time, those first few weeks where they were learning so much, how to be parents, how to exist peacefully, how to just be around each other.

"Mm-hmm," Nick stands and steps into her personal space. She doesn't back away, likes how it feels and the warmth that spreads through her. He looks so good in his t-shirt and sleep pants, both fitted to show the lines and strength of his body. His fingers skim the bottom of his shirt on her and brush against her skin. "You really want to know?"

She hums as he leans down to kiss her, hands rising to her hips and bunching the material there. Her own rise to his neck, holding on as he deepens the kiss and loving the press of his body against hers. She breaks the kiss to breathe but Nick just focuses on her neck, nipping and sucking and making her head spin.

"Nick," she sighs and surrenders as he steps forward, taking her with him and closer to the rail that runs along the platform of their room.

"Do you remember when you first wore this shirt?" He murmurs into her ear as his hands run up and down her back.

"Yes."

"Do you? Really remember?" There's something in his tone but when she tries to pull away to see his face Nick kisses her and she's lost.

"I remember," He breathes as he pulls away, hands firming on her waist. "I remember waking up the next morning and seeing you, caring for our child. Leaning over, just like this." He spins her suddenly, her breath coming out in a gasp as hands pivot her and push her into place. Her hands come up to catch herself, grabbing hold of the rail to keep herself upright. Nick follows her movement, body against her back and sweeping her hair to one side as he leans into her. "And all I could see, was my shirt, just covering you and your legs that seemed to go on for miles and just wondering, if you leant over just a fraction more…" He trails off, his words in her ear as his hands follow hers and he squeezes her grip on the rail.

"Don't let go," he orders and then he's gone, leaving a cold wash of air in place of his body heat. She's left bent over, hands on the rail and shirt covering her but only just. Adalind tilts her head and then she can see him, sitting back at the end of the bed and watching her. His t-shirt is gone and trousers lay low on his hips. His eyes feel like a physical touch as they sweep over her and she can't help the whimper that comes out.

"I remember thinking you looked so sexy, in my shirt, thinking it would be so easy to just slip up behind you and find out if you wanted me like I wanted you. Find out if being in nothing but my shirt turned you on like it did me." Nick's voice is gravelly and low and the images he paints makes heat gather. "I didn't do anything about it then, fought those thoughts really. Tried not to look or see. But now, now I can look, now I can finally find out." He's moving then, onto his knees and spreading her legs as he settles between them.

"Nick," she gasps and he's right there and he's absolutely not missing the answer to his queries. One hand gathers the material of the shirt, lifting it higher as the other presses fingers to her slit and feels just how wet she is.

"Adalind," he moans and his lips kiss her hip as fingers spread and swirl and send sparks rushing through her. He settles into a rhythm that has her gasping and she feels as his lips trail kisses down and then he's there. Mouth hot on her as fingers dive deep and she can't control the noises coming out of her mouth. He's so focused on his task, must feel as she responds to everything he does and she's so close, so close and then she's there and his name tumbles out like a prayer.

Then he's gone and she gasping and panting and is just existing in a place of pure sensation. Body still trembling her legs move apart as something presses closer and her grip on the rail is tightened as a hand grasps over hers.

And then he slides in and her body shudders as she cries out and all she can feel is him, inside her and all around her. Holding her up as he moves to take her apart. Sensation flowing as thrusts become rhythm between them. His moans in her ear, lips on her neck as she holds on. Begs him not to stop as she squeezes him and tries to make him mad. Mad for her and mad for them, together just like this. And its not enough and too much and she never wants it to stop and yet what they're chasing is building and building.

"Yes," he gasps into her ear, "Just like this."

She whines and her hands loosen but he's there, grip firm and holding her in place. "Nick, please!"

"Just like this," he repeats and his grip tightens, his body blankets her as his movements speed up. "Just … like…" She cries out as his angle changes, as he hits that spot that sends white light through her and everything narrows down to them, this moment, their connection and all the pleasure that spreads through them.

He groans as she whimpers, giving several short hard thrusts that keep her high for moments before their bodies relax and her grip falters completely. His hands go to her waist and they stumble back, flopping onto the bed as they gasp for breath, chests heaving and tangled together.

"Oh," she moans and then stops because she has no words, no breath and just concentrates on feeling.

"So," Nick murmurs after some time, mere minutes or possibly hours later. "Maybe I should have said something before." Adalind huffs a laugh and peers up at him. His face is relaxed, eyes bright and happy and she loves this Nick that only she gets to see.

"Something about me and wearing your shirts?" She asks and it sends a thrill through her as he grins, hands coming up to stroke along her side.

"Yeah, something about you and wearing my shirts and how it's always driven me crazy."

"Always?" She doesn't mean to sound unsure; how can she be after what they just experienced. But she does and Nick rolls towards her, hand going to her cheek as he gazes at her so earnestly.

"Always," he confirms and they share a smile and when she reaches for him, they meet in the middle, kissing languid and keen.

"So, now I know," She says as they separate and she should be tired, should be ready for rest and cuddles after what they just did. But he's sparked something inside, shared a fantasy and now her own are coming to mind and rest is no longer sounding quite right.

"Now you know," he confirms with a nod and a smile before it drops and his gaze sharpens on her. "Should I be worried?"

"Worried?" She parrots back and then rolls so she's on top, straddling him, shirt pooled between them. "Not quite the word I would use…"she trails off as she leans down, kissing just to the side of his mouth and enjoying his huff at the near kiss. "I can think of better emotions for you to be feeling." She rocks against him and his hands come up to hold her. "And I think we can improve on some of those visuals you were talking about." Her hands go to the buttons still holding the shirt together. Feels Nick's eyes focused on her movements and she knows the night is still young yet.

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AN - thoughts? And thank you for reading!