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“I’m glad Kelly sleeps through the night now.” Adalind sighed as she lays down beside Nick, the scent of her shampoo wafting towards him. “I like not having to wake up in the middle of the night to be his snack.” She chuckled, pulling the duvet over her body.
“I think it’s amazing.” Nick said quietly.
Adalind raised an eyebrow. “What is?”
“You, growing a whole human inside you. Making him food in your own body, it’s just incredible.”
“Yeah well, it’s also making me sore.” Adalind groaned in discomfort, adjusting her top a little. “Give me one of your t-shirts; this fabric feels too rough.”
“I told you to take the card, get yourself some new clothes. There’s enough funds for you to stock up a whole wardrobe, you don’t need to steal my clothes all the time.” Nick said but still got out of the bed to get Adalind one of his older tees, and handed it to her. “I’m starting to run out of clean shirts because of you.”
“Well blame your son for that; he’s the one who throws up on me.” Adalind said as she unabashedly took her top off and reached for the tee. Nick quickly averted his eyes and laid back, staring at the ceiling.
Adalind chuckled. “Are you bashful, detective Burkhardt?” She smoothed down the fabric, sighing in relief when it felt soft against her chest. “Come on, you’ve seen them before.”
“Not on purpose.” Nick said. Every now and then he would get an accidental glimpse of her chest when she nursed Kelly, but Nick learned to give her privacy and turn around or look away each time.
“Nick, we’ve been tiptoeing around this for weeks now.” Adalind reached over and wrapped her hand gently around his bicep. “Isn’t it time to finally talk about it? About us?”
Nick turned his head. Lights from the outside casted soft glow on Adalind’s cheek and reflected in her eyes, adding to her gentle beauty.
“Are you sure you want there to be us?” He asked cautiously. “You don’t have to force yourself just because we have a son together.”
Adalind’s grip on his bicep tightened. “That’s not it and you know it. I know you feel it too. It’s not just some plain attraction.” She spoke calmly. “Don’t make me be the only brave one admitting my feelings for you. I know you feel it too.”
Nick swallowed. He turned fully to his side and placed his hand over hers. “I do. I just…I didn’t want you to think it’s because of Kelly.”
“I know it’s not.” Adalind said, her eyes fixed on Nick’s as she led his hand onto her hip. “Let’s just stop being afraid to take that step.”
Nick let his fingertips slide slowly beneath the tee, touching her bare hip, heel of his palm rubbing against the waistband of her underwear. He searched her face for any signs of trickery, but to his relief there wasn’t any. Crossing that gap between them felt like miles, but he finally made that step forward, pressing his lips against hers. Like a jolt of electricity, something sparked between them, and they both let out a relieved sigh as their lips met and the kiss deepened. Nick wanted to pour all his feelings into that kiss, his tongue wrapping around hers. Adalind’s fingers found their way into Nick’s hair and she let out a quiet moan when the t-shirt rode up with the movement of Nick’s hand. Her skin felt so soft against his touch, and he unconsciously found his hand under the fabric, his thumb grazing the underside curve of her breast.
“Nnh…” Adalind hissed against his lips suddenly.
Nick immediately froze, pulling his lips away and retracting his hand. “Sorry, I didn’t mean-“
“No wait, it’s okay.” Adalind gripped his wrist to stop his hand from moving away. “It’s…they’re just…a bit more sensitive. My nipples are sore…”
“Sorry.” Nick repeated, resting his hand against the side of her breast. He could feel her pulse quicken under his touch, his thumb finding its way underneath her breast again. “We don’t have to…”
“I want you to touch me.” Adalind reassured him, and she pulled his head back down to her face to kiss his lips. “But maybe…you should use your mouth.”
Nick’s heartbeat quickened; he wasn’t sure that was still possible. “I guess putting that shirt on was a waste of time.” He let out a soft chuckle and he sat on his heels so he could use both his hands, running them over Adalind’s hips and waist, briefly stopping just below her chest.
“It’s okay…” Adalind nodded again, lifting her arms up so Nick could slide the shirt up over her head. Her eyes never left his face as he put the tee down, the touch of his hand finding its way to her cheek. There was no more hesitation in Nick when he leaned down for another kiss, placing his hand against her soft skin, pulling Adalind flush against his naked chest, his body warmth against hers.
Adalind winced when her breast smushed against Nick’s chest and he instantly pulled away, just far enough to make room for his hand, inching its way slowly across her stomach and between her breast, tilting her neck to the side so he could run his lips against it, placing soft kisses beneath her ear. She smelled so good, Nick inhaled her scent deeply, his lips worshipped every inch of her skin, whispering sweet words that made Adalind squirm.
Her breath hitched when Nick kissed lower beneath the collarbone, his stubble tickled her nipple, and she was suddenly very aware of Nick’s hand gently cupping her breast. His tentative kisses continued closer and closer to it until his lips nipped at the tender breast, his lips parting more.
Nick nuzzled his face between her breasts, so soft and full, he wished he knew how to convey to her how beautiful she was to him. Gently, Nick let his tongue graze against her left nipple, making Adalind flinch again, her legs squeezing together when she felt that familiar throb between them.
“Nick, I…” Her voice trailed off when Nick looked up, his mouth softly sucking at her nipple. He flicked his tongue against it, distracting Adalind from what his hand was doing. It run up her thigh until it reached the hip and Nick hooked his fingertips behind the waistband of her underwear, wondering if it was okay to press further.
“You have no idea how many times I’ve pictured you this way.” Nick whispered as he continued the trail of tentative kisses lower, down her stomach, dipping the tip of his tongue into her navel and pressing a few soft kisses to the faint stretch marks, as if to silently appreciate the fact she once held within the life they created together.
Nick tugged at Adalind’s underwear and she bit her lip, her chin trembling a little with nervousness, before she finally lifted her hips a little and let him take it off. His fingers traced a line down her stomach and hip and she squeezed her legs together again, making Nick chuckle a little.
“Hey…it’s okay.” Nick said, gently lifting her leg and bending her knee a bit. “If you don’t want to…”
“I do!” Adalind said, perhaps a little too eagerly. “I just…I’ve never really…done that particular thing before.”
“I’ll be gentle.” Nick reassured her as he began placing slow, open-mouthed kisses going up her thigh, inching their way higher between her legs she began willingly spread apart. Adalind could feel his warm breath wash over her vulva and she gasped when Nick nuzzled his nose against her hair, inhaling her scent in almost obscene kind of way. A bead of moisture trickled out of her and she silently thanked the darkness of the room for hiding her flushed cheeks and embarrassed expression.
Adalind’s mind wandered to the way Nick’s lips felt against her breasts and she immediately imagined the same sensation in the place that seemed to be humming with nagging need and lust. There was something between a whimper and a low sigh when Nick’s lips finally kissed there directly, and she run her hand into his hair, almost unconsciously.
Nick pressed his lips to the soft mound between her legs, kissing her softly there just as he kissed her neck and breasts, light and sweet and inexplicably gentle before parting his lips and sucking slightly on that tender bundle of flesh and nerves that ached for more with each tender little suck
Nick placed several slow, open-mouthed kisses there, then flicked his tongue against it once, then twice, pressing the tip of his tongue into her with increasing pressure until he's tracing a lethargic line up and down in rhythm with her soft gasps.
“Nick…” Adalind gasped, trying to focus on what was happening down below, but it seemed futile. Nick clearly knew what he was doing, with his tongue slowly changing its rhythm from long, lazy strokes, into swirls and circles that increased in intensity when her hand gripped his hair tighter. She kept her moans behind tightly shut lips, whimpering when Nick’s slowed down again, softening the pressure and lessening the sensation that made heat pool in her abdomen.
Even in the dark she could feel the corners of Nick’s mouth turn into a teasing smile and there was almost inaudible chuckle coming from him. His arm wrapped around her thigh and she could hear him swallow a couple times between the licks, the sound of her own fluids being consumed almost impossibly lewd.
Adalind breath was shaky and her hips jerked upwards ever so slightly as her body unconsciously begged for more. She wanted nothing but to press him harder into her, but Nick’s tongue slowed its strokes into a slow and steady rhythm again, and this time, there was also a finger, lazily brushing against her opening. it was just a single digit at first, Nick didn’t want to rush for more just yet, as Adalind seemed more than responsive to his efforts so far.
He pushed his luck even further when she let him slip the finger inside deeper an there was a whimper of his name faintly escaping her lips when Nick’s tongue flicked against her clit again, this time in several short bursts before swirling it around again, his finger slipping in and out of her with ease. There was a small damp puddle seeping into the bedsheets below her butt, but she didn’t care. Her breath hitched when Nick’s tongue slowly increased the speed and pressure of his tongue, sucking and licking her like a man dying of thirst.
Adalind whimpered again and her mind began to slip as she felt the familiar sensation building up just behind her navel, the heat spreading from between her legs, creeping through her body and filling her mind with desperation. Nick’s tongue pressed against her with increased fervour and it finally pulled her over the edge that caused her body to spasm lightly, her back arching as she pressed herself against his mouth, rocking her hips to get every last bit of pleasure.
A muffled shriek made Nick look ups and he chuckled as he came face to face with the Hexenbiest, but he didn’t stop. He licked Adalind through it with her thighs squeezing his head, and he only slowed down when she went limp again and her face changed back to normal, her hair sticking to her cheeks with sweat.
Nick dragged his lips against her thigh for a few lingering, albeit very wet, kisses. He felt giddy and relished in the fact that the orgasm he caused made Adalind woge.
She finally opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but couldn’t come up with any words in that moment at all. Instead she dragged Nick back up by his hair and pressed a very appreciative kiss to his lips, tasting her own fluids on his tongue.
Nick shifted a little when her thigh rubbed against his groin, and she could feel him through his boxers, stiff against her skin.
“Do you…” Adalind’s voice came out a bit hoarse. “Do you want to continue?” She asked, glancing down, but Nick shook his head, kissing her forehead softly.
“I’m okay. I just wanted you to feel good.”
“But-“
“I don’t have any condoms.” Nick chuckled. “I don’t trust my pullout game, and I don’t think we’re ready for another grimmabeast or hexengrimm so soon after Kelly.”
“Right.” Adalind nodded, bursting into a little laugh, running a hand through her sweaty hair. “You know I’m gonna make you do that a lot in the future, right?”
“You don’t have to make me; I loved doing it.” Nick pulled her closer so she could rest against his chest. His hand absentmindedly stroke the side of her breast, comfortingly. “Who would have thought an orgasm would make you woge, hm?”
“Sorry about that.” Adalind nuzzled her face under his chin.
“Don’t apologise, it was really hot.” Nick said, earning himself a slap to the chest.
“You’re mad.” Adalind snickered.
“About you? Definitely.” He wrapped his arm around her and let out a satisfied sigh. “Do you want to get dressed or change the sheets or something?”
“No, it’s fine, it can wait till morning.” Adalind yawned, finally closing her eyes. “I’m tired.” She murmured with almost a pout.
Nick pulled the covers over her shoulders and pressed a kiss to the crown of her head before drifting off to sleep, with the taste of her still on his lips.