Summary: Helen shares some sweet chocolate treats with John.

Disclaimer: I own nothing of Sanctuary

Rating: M

Pairing: Helen and John.

A/N: I couldn't just leave this story alone… lol!

CHOCOLATE:

THE NEXT NIGHT

John had been pacing for the better part of the night waiting for the rest of Helen's house to fall into a deep slumber. Last night was the first time in a long time that they had been truly at ease with each other, truly two people in love. And even better they had shared chocolate and traded comments full of innuendo. John had loved it more so than the chocolate they had shared. It was what made him so eager for tonight. He wanted to see if Helen would join him. Looking at the digital clock John only had to wait a few more minutes before heading down to the kitchen; this time he would have to walk. Helen had activated the EM shield. That made him smile. Just thinking about the chocolate and Helen was enough. Glancing at the clock again John felt his heart speed up. It was three o'clock in the morning; time for Chocolate and time to entice Helen further.

John slipped from his room, quietly walking down the stairs on his way to the kitchen. Opening the door he saw Helen with her back to the door hovering in front of the microwave while various other chocolates were placed on the very center counter he had her on last night. John took this time to close the door quietly and just watch her. Her hair was up this time, out of her face, bearing the back of her neck to his eyes. She wore a dark blue robe over a white camisole tank top and black cotton sleep pants. Helen was a vision to his eyes and a hunger to his base nature. More than anything it was the smell of the chocolate that drew him in. "My, my, my, this is a lot of chocolate." John drew attention to himself by speaking.

Helen knew John had been standing there. She just waited for him to speak first. "I thought we'd have a little variety tonight." Turning she grinned a wolfish grin even as the microwave beeped. Opening the microwave Helen pulled out the two bowls, one containing melted white chocolate and the other melted milk chocolate.

"Do you plan on sending us into a sugar coma?" John laughed arching his right eyebrow at her. This, besides Helen, was his one true addiction. And if there was a sugar, or chocolate coma to be had he would enjoy it to the fullest. He leaned his forearms on the edge of the counter waiting to see what other little treats Helen had in store.

"I've never had a sugar coma before, though it's going to be fun trying." Helen set the bowls down on the counter between them. Taking off the light weigh robe, she tossed it onto the counter behind her, then she mirrored John's stance leaning her forearms on the edge of the counter. "What can I tempt you with first?"

'Your lips,' John thought but replied, "I don't know. What have you got?" He really wasn't sure what he wanted first; her lips or he chocolate. Both looked equally enticing to his late night cravings. He even admired the way her shoulders gleamed in the light moon light streaming in one of the windows.

Helen smiled at that. John was devouring every inch of her with his eyes and it made her blood heat. For an instance she wanted him even more so than she wanted the chocolate. But, tonight was about the chocolate and then later if she wanted she would consider the sensual package that was John Druitt. "We have for our pleasure melted white and milk chocolate; over here we have Dark, Bitter Sweet, and Milk chocolate bars. And then hot fudge and regular chocolate syrup." She smiled at the shocked looked gracing John's face.

"Dear God, woman, you are going to put us a chocolate coma." John laughed surveying all the chocolate lying between him and Helen. Though, as soon as she mentioned the syrup a decidedly naughty image flashed into his mind. John pictured Helen leaning back over the counter, her torso bear, and a thin chocolate line emblazoned on her creamy white flesh. The image made John want to lick his lips.

"Is something enticing you?" Helen asked, her voice low, nearly a purr of womanly delight at the sight of him. Same as last night, John was only dressed in a pair of loose fitting black pants that she was sure had not seen the bed this night. Either he got an image in his head of he was debating which of the chocolate he wanted to sample first. 'Oh, how I wish he'd sample my lips instead.' She thought.

John tried to keep his breathing still, unchanged from the image in his head as he reached out and dipped his right index finger into the melted milk chocolate. He then brought his finger to his lips to lick off the sweet thickness covering his skin. "This is good," John spoke, his voice low and sensual with pure delight. Dipping his finger in the chocolate again he teased Helen, urging her to accept. Watching her John steeled himself against the raging lust that slammed into him at the feel of her mouth closing over his finger and her tongue cleaning all the chocolate off.

Helen closed her lips over John's finger and once again had that unique taste of chocolate and John. All day today she had tasted it, nearly driving herself mad with a hunger to taste it again. Now she was getting it. Keeping her lips closed Helen pulled back, letting John's index finger slid slowly out of her mouth. She swore she heard him groan. Just to be an imp, Helen licked her lips slowly, making a great show of it if only to tease him more. "That was delicious."

"That was naughty of you," John accused gently. But knowing Helen and the state of playfulness she was in, it would continue to torment him. Of course, he could torment her in just the same way. Turning his gaze back to the assortment of chocolate John broke off a small piece of the dark chocolate and dipped it into the melted white. Bringing it to his mouth he watched Helen watching his every move. Deliberately he left a small drop of white chocolate at the corner of his mouth. John waited to see what Helen would do.

Helen saw the slight trace of creamy white chocolate at the corner of his mouth. Instantly she hungered to lick it away. If she did so, the only people to know would be her and John. Tonight she was going to give into her wants. Coming around the counter Helen ran her hands up his chest to the side of his neck where she gently tugged him down low enough for her to clear away the chocolate. Her tongue darted out licking away the creamy melted goodness. "That was good." She purred giving him a lasting caress to the side of his face.

John didn't let her escape that easily. Hooking his arms around her waist he lifted her so she was once again sitting on the edge of the counter; just the perfect height for him to tease her and for her to continue his torments of him. Proving how much of a sensual imp she could be Helen parted her legs allowing him enough room to stand closer to her. John could feel the heat pouring out from her; it reminded him of the warmth he had once had from her. He placed his hands on either side of her, "What are you conjuring?"

Helen leaned in as well, "Nothing but chocolate." She answered her lips close to his ear. Bringing her knees up Helen tightened her hold on his waist while smiling a sweet smile of innocence. It was an innocence she knew was far beyond her.

John knew that smile for what it was and it was far from innocent. Taking his left hand from the counter John pulled over the melted milk chocolate. He dipped his index finger into the warm concoction, then he brought his finger over to her collar bone where he traced small circles. John moved his fingers so he could feast on Chocolate and Helen. Lips touched her tender flesh, heat blazed between them, but John didn't stop until every last trace of the chocolate was taken form her skin. He could feel her heart beat thundering with ever pass of his tongue over her skin. John could get drunk just from the taste of her; his chocolate lover.

To keep from falling back Helen draped her right arm over his broad shoulders holding on against the massive wave of desire coursing through her blood at the feeling of John's lips attacking the chocolate on his flesh. Her heart rate sped up, her breathing turned to small gasps. She was going to have to repay him. Gaining enough of her mind back Helen took his left hand, bringing it up to her lips, she nipped and licked the rest of the chocolate off. His right hand went to her hip, fingers gently digging into the fabric of her pants.

John pulled back or risked loosing the rest of his hard won sanity. Helen still nibbled on his index finger; it felt so good, too good. He took back his hand, drawing his finger out of her mouth. "You wicked woman," he chuckled darkly noticing a little bit of chocolate on her lips. Before he could kiss it away, she drew her teeth over her bottom lip taking the sweet treat into her mouth.

"You're just as wicked," Helen replied dipping her finger in the white chocolate. She didn't bring it to her lips. Instead she drew a line down the center of his chest. It pleased her that he wore no shirt just as he had last night. This was turning out to be the best taste test ever. Putting her hands on his shoulders, Helen slid from the counter to stand before him, a devilish gleam in her eyes as she moved him so he was leaning against the counter. In one long lick Helen had cleaned off most of the chocolate.

John shuddered beneath her, tangling one hand in her ponytail. Here in the dark of the night she could be the wanton she had been during the first years of their relationship. Helen had always hungered for him, and now proved how long she had wanted to taste him again. If this kept up he would end up taking her to the floor and devour her. Every pass of her tongue along his sternum had his lust teetering just a little more out of control. Feeling his control weaken John urged Helen to stop. He didn't want to but he needed to. "Are you sure…" John looked away, gathered his words and tried again, "Are you sure I'm what you want?"

Helen was so hungry for him she could hardly think. Her mind thought of nothing but John; wanted nothing but the taste of him. She was amazed that she could reply, "I've made my choice. You are most definitely what I want." Helen smiled at him, leaned in and placed a small lingering kiss to his heart. His arms came around her then, pulling her back into the warmth of his body. Helen was so lost in him that she was unprepared for John picking her up. His right arm hooked under her knees as his left arm cradled her back. Helen's only recourse was to loop her arms around him; her heart was beating so fast.

"If that pesky EM shield of yours was deactivated I could take you anywhere." John murmured, low and teasing. He knew the full extent the power his voice had over her. There were few buttons he could push for Helen, to make her a live wire of unrequited passion.

Leaning her forehead against his temple Helen asked, "And where Mr. Druitt would you take me?" There were only a hand full of places that she would enjoy being with him; though she had added Northern Mongolia to the list.

"Somewhere warm, somewhere wet, and somewhere we can be alone. Is that agreeable, Dr. Magnus?" He smiled a warm genuine smile of happiness, an emotion he hadn't felt in a century. He remembered the way she had stood tall and corrected the Prime Minister. She was a Doctor and she wanted to be addressed as such. That thought only made him smile harder. John could see the answer in her eyes. Setting her down gently John followed Helen out of the kitchen, away from their chocolate feast, and up to her office.

Helen couldn't walk fast enough to her office. She wanted to get that EM shield down, wanted to get out of her Sanctuary with John. It was a risk she was taking not knowing whether he was in control or waiting to turn on her. Did she care? Yes. Was she worried? Not really. John was never really able to hurt her. He couldn't and that comforted her a small amount. Comfort, however, wasn't what she was after. Helen wanted the glide, the feel of John's flesh against hers. He was, as nature intended, her perfect other half. Entering her office Helen immediately disengaged the EM shield. She turned to him smiling. "Ready?"

"As always," John came to her, slipped his arms around her waist tugging her against him. This was always what he wanted; Helen back in his arms, her heart beating with his. "I hope you enjoy our change of venue?"

"I always enjoy the places you take me," Helen replied draping her arms over his shoulders. Her sense of adventure, as well as her overwhelming need for him, was kicked into high gear at just the thought of where he would take her.

"Then close your eyes," John whispered picturing a place he always wanted to take her. Leaning his cheek against her temple John used his gift to take them to a refuge that he had gone too many times. His power flowed over his body and into hers taking them from her beloved Sanctuary.

Helen sucked in a breath at the feeling of John's power. It was like electricity over her already sensitive skin. She couldn't remember the last time her skin felt this alive, felt so in tune to his. Everywhere he touched her sizzled and sparked, but when his power washed over her, there were whole new sensations flooding her brain vying for attention. All she could do was gasp. And then she felt warm ground beneath her bare feet, a light mist on her skin, then the sound of rushing water cascading near by. Opening her eyes Helen saw twin waterfalls feeding a deep pond beneath them; she knew this place. She and Ashley had been here once before looking for a rare abnormal only mentioned in myths. John had brought them to Waialua Falls, Kauai Hawaii. "Oh, John…" Helen was moved.

John watched pure joy wash over Helen's face. Being here was special for him, but for her as well. She had been here with their daughter, and now she would carry the memory of them here with her as well. Taking her by the hand he led her down to the waters edge. His whole body burned for her, burned to be touched by her again, to have a lovers caress from her. John lived only for Helen, as much as he could. Untangling his fingers from hers John touched her hips, grasping the edge of her shirt. He brought it up over her head all the while keeping his eyes locked with hers. "I just want to love you."

Helen sucked in a sharp breath. John's hands on her felt like old time, felt like unadulterated bliss. His hands were smooth and yet calloused at the same time. He lifted her camisole over her head. The only time she lost his eyes were when the fabric came over her head. She could feel the mist; feel the breeze whispering over her heated flesh. It was making the lust in her rise higher and higher. Reaching out, Helen placed her right hand over his heart, the heart that loved her; the heart that she loved. Slipping her hand down his chest Helen hooked her finger in the tie of his pants.

John wanted to shudder at the touch of Helen's fingers on his skin. He dropped his hands and let her set the pace now. Truth was his system was too geared up, too fired from the chocolate they had consumed. For as long as he could, John wanted to savor this moment, wanted to savor the joy of having Helen in his arms. This was where he always wanted to be. He was hers; John belonged heart, body, and soul to Helen; he always had. John leaned in close and placed a gentle kiss to just above her heart, a heart he knew still loved him. Suddenly her hands dug into the fabric of his pants; her body shuddering. "What's wrong?" John asked cupping Helen's face. She had tears in her eyes.

"I'm just…" Helen blinked. "This is all I ever wanted. Us, together, being in love." She closed her eyes and her mind bombarded her with images of them happy, together, and in love. Gazing at him once again Helen did the one thing she wanted; she angled her head in his hands, wanting his kiss. He smiled that handsome devilish smile at her before his lips touched hers, gently at first and then rough, passionate. It fired her blood, muddled her mind. All she could think of, feel, was John. If she let him he would consume her body and soul. That was what she wanted.

John ravished Helen's mouth with all the passion he had been keeping locked up inside of him. Just as her hands were fumbling with the tie of his pants. John's fingers couldn't seem to work enough to loosen the cord of her pants. This was harder than it needed to be, his mind was too pleasure ridden. Putting an end to it, John hooked his fingers in Helen's waist band pushing down the fabric over her hips, letting the material fall down her long, shapely legs; legs he loved to have around his waist again. Ripping his lips from hers, John had to breathe, had to get air into his lungs. Helen whimpered as John went to his knees before her. He drew the rest of the cotton material down her legs and waited for her to step out of them.

Helen shook, was shaken to her very core, at the tenderness that John was showing her. He stood up slowly, placing kisses to her body. For a second, just a second, John's lips lingered over her abdomen. John rose to his full height giving Helen the opportunity to take his lips. His taste, his body; she craved him more than the sweet chocolate nirvana they had left in her kitchen. Once again Helen fiddled with the thin tie holding his sleep pants on his hips. She wanted him like she had wanted no other. Grasping the edge of his pants she tugged them down, off his hips. Taking her lips from his she took a breath, "You. Are. Mine." Helen made each word a statement.

"Yes, I am." John agreed wholeheartedly. He stepped out of his pants never taking his eyes from hers. Being here was so new, and so the same. John took Helen's hands and led her into the water. Every step John took had them going deeper into the water until they were treading water. He smiled at her wrapping his left arm around her. Just the glide of her wet skin against him had his passion nearing its boiling point. John wanted her, wanted to have her.

In his arms Helen felt safe, she knew she shouldn't but she did. He was John, her John. Keeping her arms around his shoulders she leaned back and dipped her head into the water, wetting her hair, getting it out of her eyes. It was then she felt his lips nipping at her neck, dancing over her pulse. Her heart sped up. This was what she wanted. Letting go, letting her mind shut down Helen relied on instinct. Her legs locked over his hips, giving him access to the core of her.

John was nearly out of his mind; all he could feel was Helen; feel her heart, feel her gasp. Locking his gaze with hers John pulled her down onto him, filling her, feeling her all around him. Together they moaned as pleasures long denied came rushing back, flowing over their body. They were pure passion, pure fire. The motion of the water as well as the motion of Helen built his ecstasy higher and higher. At this rate he wouldn't be able to last long.

Helen clenched her inner muscles after John entered her all the way to the hilt. He felt so snug inside of that she nearly forgotten the shear size of him. John touched every nerve; hit every spot that would bring her immense pleasure. She knew she was tight and then pleasure/pain line was blurred. Moving with the motion of the water Helen swayed over him, took him even deeper than she thought possible, and still it was not enough of him. Using the water and her own momentum Helen rode John to their mutual release. She needed it. She could feel it. She wanted it. John was so hard, but denied the pleasures of the flesh. He would come when she did and it would happen for her soon.

John thought he would lose his sanity he way Helen was gripping him, sliding over him. She was so hot; he burned even more from her. Taking his right hand he slid it up her back to tangle in her hair, to bring her mouth down for a fiery kiss that stole their breath. Then he felt it, the fire build low in his body.

Helen was barely holding on, barely making it last. With every sway of the water, every rotation of her hips, Helen could feel the release building; a pleasurable pressure building and building. Another sway, and another and another. It happened like a detonation of feeling. Her inner muscles spasmed around him triggering his release deep inside of her. Her motion still fused to his drank down John's cries, his moans of pleasure. Taking her mouth from his for a second she drew in a deep breath before sealing her lips with his and taking them beneath the water as the final detonation of ecstasy exploded through her and into John.

Jon let Helen take him under; take him down, because his mind would allow for nothing else except the pure wave of emotion flowing through him. The water enveloped them as Helen gave him vital breath. This was what he wanted, only her, only her body and her heart. With his last thought John used his power to take them out of the water and onto the grass. His mouth slipped from hers with Helen rising above him; her hands planted firmly on his chest and her head tossed back. He drew his hands up to her hips, just holding on to his last shred of sanity, hoping beyond hope that it would not get swept away.

Helen hardly realized she was in the water anymore. All she could feel was John, and that was all she wanted to feel. She bowed her spine as the rest of her orgasm abated. Her body shook leaning down to rest her forehead on his shoulder. His arms came around her then, making her warm, so warm that she didn't want to move. "Best… chocolate… ever." Helen gasped out.

"We left all the chocolate behind an hour ago." John laughed; the sound rumbling in his chest. Helen was a pleasant weight over him. He was so comfortable that he didn't want to move, that he couldn't move.

"You're right," She chuckled drawing her hands up to cover her face.

John didn't want to ask, but he had to, "Are you ready to go home?"

Helen crossed her arms over his broad chest and said, "Home… hmmm. Yes, I am ready to go home." She smiled in a precocious manner.

"You're still on top of me." John pointed out. Not that he was complaining. He rather enjoyed her there.

"And you're still inside me." Again the precocious smile. "I'm quite happy where I am." Just to be naught, as John would put it, she clenched her inner muscles over him feeling him respond to her again.

"So I am," he answered scarce able to speak. She felt so good.

"Take me to your bed, John." Helen said, commanded gently of her chocolate lover. She hadn't realized until that moment how much she was willing to give to John again. Yes, she had given him her body and with it her heart. John had always had her heart and her love.

"As my lady wishes," john answered wrapping his arms around her again and using his gift he took them to his bed, in her Sanctuary.