apologies for leaving you hanging - Helen had to sleep lol!!! you know - this is 12 125 words long - how did that happen????????
oh well - and let the squee continue
No mind was paid to Nikola's injuries nor to the logical part of Helen's mind railing against this lapse in judgment. No, she simply moved with him, pushing him back even once his desk stopped their progress. Her hands slid from his face, one remaining poised against the side of his throat, the other threading through his hair.
Helen's tongue moves to greet Nikola's, deepening their heated kiss with fervour. For a few seconds -- and God how they seemed to drag on forever! -- there was nothing else in the world other than the taste of him filling her senses, his hands in her mess of hair (shocking, considering Nikola's aversion to touching hair!), his body against hers... Or so she thought until a great pop sounded and the room went dark. First instinct was that it was one of those parlour tricks he so enjoyed. Helen pulled back slightly, panting softly against his lips.
"Have I short-circuited you," teased she, in a breathless voice.
For once in his life, Nikola’s mind was completely blank.
The feeling of Helen against him, inside him and all around him was overwhelming. A century of desire coursed through his veins – his heart pounding so hard he was sure that she would be able to hear it, pressed up against him like this. Her hands were knotted in his hair and her lips – they were hovering on his as she spoke.
It wasn’t until she repeated herself that his eyes flicked open and he realised that the lab had been thrown into darkness.
His chest pained from the awkward angle Helen had him at – half laid over his desk. Still, he tilted his head and lowered it to the side of her neck and breathed back his response.
“It wasn’t me...” he said softly, revelling in her for just a few more stolen moments.
She made no effort to move away from him. Through the fog of angry passion, the weight of Nikola's words settle over her. At length she blinked, a sudden chill gripping her that has nothing to do with the coldness of his skin.
"... Move! Now!" She insisted as she pulled away. "Get what you can, we have to go!"
He heard a pile of papers fall to the floor beside them, knocked by his hand as he pushed them off the desk.
It wasn’t him which meant it was someone else – and, save the woman trying to pull him out of the room, he had only enemies.
He fell to the floor – half-dragging Helen with him as he searched for his briefcase – discarded in their passion. Eventually he found it and scrambled to his feet.
“This way,” he said, taking her firmly by the hand as he led her through the pitch black room toward the only exit.
Nikola could see but only just as he ran his hand over the door, grasping at the handle and shuffling Helen out from in front of it.
“Tunnels,” he told her, as the lights in the lab momentarily flickered back on – as if someone was fighting for control of them. “Whatever happens, Helen,” he told her seriously, as the room returned to black. “Keep your free hand on the right-side wall. It’s a maze down here – but that will lead you out.”
There's a slight groan from Helen as she's nearly dragged to the floor with the inventor. Helen grasped at his sleeve with the same desperation he'd grabbed at hers before. She may not have had any great love for Tesla, but Helen certainly didn't bear him enough ill will to leave him in the hands of enemies.
In the dark, she staggered behind him, her fingers curling around his if only to keep from being lost in the lab. Her eyes widened at his words, a hand already going for the wall. "Nikola, I'm not leaving you behind."
He was quickly hatching an escape plan as they entered the tunnel. The door to his lab locked behind them. No-one else would be getting into it alive but the longer they stayed here, the less chance they had of getting out of this mess un-captured.
“Leave me behind?” he eyed her scornfully in very low light of the tunnel. It was almost an unnatural ambient glow, barely allowing a differentiation between the stone walls and dirt floor. “I’d be offended if you did. It’s just in case,” he added, releasing her hand for effect, “we get separated.”
Just for the effect, she takes his hand firmly in her own. It may be hard to see in the dim light, though if anyone could see the determination in her eyes, Nikola would be the one. "We won't."
He raises his eyebrow as she re-takes his hand firmly, working her fingers between his until Nikola has no choice but to take hold.
“And there go all my carefully laid plans to vanish for the next century,” he joked, starting off down the tunnel with an air of caution.
These networks of tombs under Rome were positively ancient. There was no sense at all in their haphazard, confused and ridiculously complex design – if anything, it seemed contrived solely to trap unwitting wanderers in an endless tomb. This, of course, worked in Nikola’s favour most of the time. Rome had been his home on and off for nearly sixty years which gave him a decided advantage of any pursuers.
Surprisingly, they continued on for a while without trouble – navigating the occasional semi-collapsed section of tunnel until the floor began to tilt upward as if they were heading to the surface.
oh well - and let the squee continue
Spoiler:
No mind was paid to Nikola's injuries nor to the logical part of Helen's mind railing against this lapse in judgment. No, she simply moved with him, pushing him back even once his desk stopped their progress. Her hands slid from his face, one remaining poised against the side of his throat, the other threading through his hair.
Helen's tongue moves to greet Nikola's, deepening their heated kiss with fervour. For a few seconds -- and God how they seemed to drag on forever! -- there was nothing else in the world other than the taste of him filling her senses, his hands in her mess of hair (shocking, considering Nikola's aversion to touching hair!), his body against hers... Or so she thought until a great pop sounded and the room went dark. First instinct was that it was one of those parlour tricks he so enjoyed. Helen pulled back slightly, panting softly against his lips.
"Have I short-circuited you," teased she, in a breathless voice.
For once in his life, Nikola’s mind was completely blank.
The feeling of Helen against him, inside him and all around him was overwhelming. A century of desire coursed through his veins – his heart pounding so hard he was sure that she would be able to hear it, pressed up against him like this. Her hands were knotted in his hair and her lips – they were hovering on his as she spoke.
It wasn’t until she repeated herself that his eyes flicked open and he realised that the lab had been thrown into darkness.
His chest pained from the awkward angle Helen had him at – half laid over his desk. Still, he tilted his head and lowered it to the side of her neck and breathed back his response.
“It wasn’t me...” he said softly, revelling in her for just a few more stolen moments.
She made no effort to move away from him. Through the fog of angry passion, the weight of Nikola's words settle over her. At length she blinked, a sudden chill gripping her that has nothing to do with the coldness of his skin.
"... Move! Now!" She insisted as she pulled away. "Get what you can, we have to go!"
He heard a pile of papers fall to the floor beside them, knocked by his hand as he pushed them off the desk.
It wasn’t him which meant it was someone else – and, save the woman trying to pull him out of the room, he had only enemies.
He fell to the floor – half-dragging Helen with him as he searched for his briefcase – discarded in their passion. Eventually he found it and scrambled to his feet.
“This way,” he said, taking her firmly by the hand as he led her through the pitch black room toward the only exit.
Nikola could see but only just as he ran his hand over the door, grasping at the handle and shuffling Helen out from in front of it.
“Tunnels,” he told her, as the lights in the lab momentarily flickered back on – as if someone was fighting for control of them. “Whatever happens, Helen,” he told her seriously, as the room returned to black. “Keep your free hand on the right-side wall. It’s a maze down here – but that will lead you out.”
There's a slight groan from Helen as she's nearly dragged to the floor with the inventor. Helen grasped at his sleeve with the same desperation he'd grabbed at hers before. She may not have had any great love for Tesla, but Helen certainly didn't bear him enough ill will to leave him in the hands of enemies.
In the dark, she staggered behind him, her fingers curling around his if only to keep from being lost in the lab. Her eyes widened at his words, a hand already going for the wall. "Nikola, I'm not leaving you behind."
He was quickly hatching an escape plan as they entered the tunnel. The door to his lab locked behind them. No-one else would be getting into it alive but the longer they stayed here, the less chance they had of getting out of this mess un-captured.
“Leave me behind?” he eyed her scornfully in very low light of the tunnel. It was almost an unnatural ambient glow, barely allowing a differentiation between the stone walls and dirt floor. “I’d be offended if you did. It’s just in case,” he added, releasing her hand for effect, “we get separated.”
Just for the effect, she takes his hand firmly in her own. It may be hard to see in the dim light, though if anyone could see the determination in her eyes, Nikola would be the one. "We won't."
He raises his eyebrow as she re-takes his hand firmly, working her fingers between his until Nikola has no choice but to take hold.
“And there go all my carefully laid plans to vanish for the next century,” he joked, starting off down the tunnel with an air of caution.
These networks of tombs under Rome were positively ancient. There was no sense at all in their haphazard, confused and ridiculously complex design – if anything, it seemed contrived solely to trap unwitting wanderers in an endless tomb. This, of course, worked in Nikola’s favour most of the time. Rome had been his home on and off for nearly sixty years which gave him a decided advantage of any pursuers.
Surprisingly, they continued on for a while without trouble – navigating the occasional semi-collapsed section of tunnel until the floor began to tilt upward as if they were heading to the surface.
*collapses in shock* 
), like some people have been suggesting. AAH TOO MUCH ANGST 
I love how Helen just okays it right away with no argument 
Comment