AN: Clearly we're not getting enough action on screen with Nick and Adalind. (or you know, any) Since I keep writing it. Sorry (not sorry). It's also apparent that I can't write anything 100% seriously. I have to break it up somehow with a bit of humor. Here's a snippet of a smuff scene in the Coming to Terms universe, probably taking place more after the Accepting the Consequences time frame that started one way and sort of went another. Here's hoping we see some meaningful action on the show sometime soon.

AN 2: Oh my god, oh my god! They went there, oh my god! Squeee! (re: eppy 7). In honor of that, here's a part one of a two shot (possibly three, depending).

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She caught a glimpse of them in the bathroom mirror, and then closed her eyes when Nick thrust deep. She opened them again and noted her face was a nice shade of pink, her hair…well, thank god he was focused on other things right now. She was still wearing a jockey underwear tank top, Nick's hand underneath the fabric playing against her nipples. She was bent over the bathroom sink, hands on either side of the porcelain pedestal while Nick slowly thrust into her. He was enjoying himself, not that she wasn't, head and face buried in the side of her neck, his lips gently nipping against her shoulder, where she could see the faint markings of a sexy smile. They had been fighting over the bathroom space that morning, Adalind getting ready to do her hair, and Nick needing to shave.

He still needed to shave, she thought, moving her head where he had more access to her neck, enjoying the feel of his half-grown beard as she rubbed her cheek against him. The hand around her breast still teased mercilessly while his other hand drifted lower, down to between her legs, and he glanced up and caught her reflection in the mirror looking back at him.

He smiled, sexy and devastating and rocked into her with slow, purposeful thrusts. She closed her eyes, enjoying him, so hard and full inside her. They didn't do this nearly enough, she thought, or at least this in particular. Sex in the mornings. They fucked on a regular basis otherwise, both having a pretty active sex drive, but trying to get themselves, and Kelly ready and off on time in the mornings usually required all of her focus at least, Nick never seeming to have any issue with preparing himself for the day.

They should probably hurry this along, Kelly due up at any time in the next ten to fifteen minutes, but that thought fled when Nick began to play with her clit.

God he was so fucking good with his hands. Pun intended. She gasped and took a firmer grip on the sink, rocking back into him with his thrusts.

She opened her eyes and found him still watching her in the mirror and thought, two can play this game. She allowed a little smile of her own, noting his eyes darken, his hips jerk slightly with the challenge. She leaned further over the sink, allowing the change in position to take him deeper and she smiled at the groan she heard him utter. His hand slipped from between her legs and he gripped her hips and she let him maneuver them and her into the position he wanted.

"Too much?" she breathed with a wicked grin and he smacked one cheek on her rear end playfully. She jumped in surprise nonetheless, and he steadied her again, before moving his hands away and back into their prior positions.

"Let's just remember who's supposed to be giving way to whom, here," he said, rolling his hips with each thrust which felt amazing.

"Giving way?"

"Mm-hmm," he said. "I was here first," he murmured, sliding his other hand up to play with her breasts. God it felt good.

"First? The hell you were," she said. "You were heading for the shower. I was here first."

"Oh, I don't think so," he said thrusting hard into her. She gasped and rocked her ass back as he thrust again.

"God that feels so good," she murmured. The rhythm was just right, too. She hoped to God Kelly would let them finish.

She looked at him in the mirror catching his eye and they rocked together quietly except for little small exclamations or breathy gasps. His hand made its way back down between her legs and she gasped when he found her bundle of nerves and toyed with it.

"The question is," he said after a moment, small pant evident between his words, "is how bad do you want it?" He looked at her in the reflection and her eyes narrowed. "I might be persuaded to share it with you," he added, another hard thrust to emphasize his point. The hand against her clit was still active, and she was starting to feel the familiar tightening in her groin.

"Want it? I'm entitled to it," and she had to admit she didn't think they were talking about the sink and the mirror anymore.

"All you have to say are those five little magic words," he continued in a low voice, increasing the pressure. "Please Nick, I need it," he demonstrated and Adalind narrowed her eyes further. It was hard to ignore what he was doing to her. She was getting close, she knew and he knew it too. He was well versed in getting Adalind off in any number of ways and amid different time constraints. He smirked in the mirror at her.

"You won't be disappointed," he added. Well, she knew that. He was quite gifted with that ability, but having no other Grimms she had slept with to compare it to, she wasn't sure if it was him or something that was enhanced due to those powers. He had incredible stamina and rebound time, could usually join her in a second orgasm, sometimes a third, given the right circumstances.

Had to be because he was a Grimm, she thought. Most of her girlfriends that were Kehrseite had complained about their similar boyfriends not being able to go the distance. Wesen normally didn't have that problem.

"That's all?" she asked, trying to remain unaffected, but he did something sinful with his fingers and her voice went up an octave on the last syllable.

"Yup," he said, trailing his lips along the side of her face. "Please Nick, I need it," he said again in a seductive voice, and wiggled his fingers again before pulling them away and stilling.

"What if I just feel like taking it?" Adalind replied, and she saw a hint of a smile play at Nick's lips with what she was suggesting. "I'm not really the begging, pleading type."

"Really? Hmm…what do you call what you did last week?"

"I can't imagine what you could possibly be referring to," Adalind replied, rolling her hips against him, knowing exactly what he was referring to, damn him. He hadn't played fair then either.

"Would you like me to remind you?" he asked, mouth hovering over her ear. She shivered with the memory of that night. God yes, she would like the reminder. He moved his hips gently against her, rocking lightly in and out of her. Focus, Adalind. It would serve him right if he got a dose of his own humility, she thought. She tried to wriggle out from his grasp to turn and face him but he tightened his grip around her and held her tight to him. He was still thick and hard inside her, and had the nerve to make tsk, tsk sounds at her attempt.

He let his fingers stray back down to her folds, stroked the wetness there with light, lazy fingers, and she moaned despite herself and let her head fall back against him.

"Damn you, you stupid jerk," she said.

"Nope, those aren't the five magic words," Nick replied, with a supercilious grin. He had to be close too, she thought, but so far he had done a good job of controlling everything. He would come when he was ready, which would be after Adalind yielded to his demand and gave him her orgasm first.

He stroked her again and applied more pressure. She was starting to tighten again, and knew from experience he could draw it out, but there was Kelly, and work to get ready for, and he didn't have all morning. Neither did she.

She reached a hand back blindly, found his head, and the dark thick hair on top of it and ran her fingers roughly through it, grabbing onto it as she found the ends.

"Nick," she said warningly, but what she was trying to warn him of, she didn't know.

"Close," he said. "Please Nick, I need it," he reminded.

Fuck yes, she needed it. She was so damn close, she just needed it so badly her legs were starting to tremble.

"God damn you," she breathed, tugging on his hair again. He rocked into her again and she let go of him and gripped the sink again with both hands. "Oh my god," she moaned, so close she was aching.

"Magic words," he whispered.

"Please Nick," she ground out haltingly, already hating herself and him as much as she was loving him and what he was doing. He had always inspired that kind of dichotomy in her feelings. He began to move, a few noisy thrusts, so wet she was that it made a slerking sound with the movement. Even if she wanted to resist him her body would betray her.

"Please Nick what?" he asked, pulling at her nipple with his fingers and his other hand. They would be red and bruised and sore when they were done. The ones working her over between her legs, still played lazily with her clit and she groaned loudly in frustration.

"Please Nick," she said again, a little steadier, until he thrust deep and she gasped with the sensation and opened her eyes to look at him through the mirror. He stared back, eyes dark with heat and desire, and she saw he wasn't as unaffected by what was happening between them as he was making out.

"I need it," she finished staring back at him, and she saw the desire rage and he began to thrust into her hard and fast, his fingers stroking her clit roughly. He was close. She could tell by this new rhythm that he was trying to hold on, wait her out, but his jaw ticked with each movement as he thrust. She locked her eyes on his in the mirror and they watched each other start to come undone.

She knew what moved him. She moaned loudly, reaching behind her again to grasp his hair, gasping slightly when his fingers slipped and then resumed. She was so tight now, it could only be a matter of seconds. "God, Nick," she moaned, watching him, and he loved to hear her moan his name. He like the possession, the submission it indicated, no matter what he said. He moved erratically inside her, the steady rhythm abandoned, and she bent forward over the sink, gasping as she felt herself start unravelling.

"Fuck, Nick," she exclaimed, and he pulled his wet fingers away to grip both hips and rock into her. He moaned, her name falling from his lips like a prayer as she shook with her orgasm.

"God," he groaned, rocking into her with abandon and she felt him spasm and then spill his release inside her, her name this time a breathy moan he uttered low. He kept thrusting until he was empty, riding out his and then her orgasm to the end.

He panted and tried to catch his breath, leaning over her as she still gripped the basin. Her legs felt like jelly and if she wasn't holding the sink she was sure she would just slide to the floor like it. Her back and thighs and hips were slick with sweat, and where Nick had placed his wet fingers. Her tank top stuck to her. Nick was bare and flushed, and he straightened a little and caught her eyes in the mirror again. He placed a soft kiss against her neck, releasing his arms from her, and she realized with a start that more than the sink had been holding her up. He stepped back, and slipped out of her and she felt the loss of him deeply. She could feel wetness slide down the inside of her thigh. He was still partially erect, she saw, as he moved away from her a bit. Could probably harden and go again with little coaxing.

"Very well," he said, and he was still trying to catch his breath. "Since you asked so nicely, I'll let you have the mirror first."

She focused on her own reflection as Nick moved to the shower and turned on the water. Her hair was a sweaty, just-thoroughly-fucked mess, and her face was red and blotchy, too. She despaired that there was no way to salvage what stared back without washing her hair first.

She heard the curtain slide close on the shower and she turned to look where Nick had disappeared to, just the tufts of hair on the top of his head visible over the shower rod. He hummed to himself as he went about his morning shower.

Her eyes narrowed.

She needed that shower. The bastard probably knew that, too. She took far longer to get ready than he did in the morning. She cat-walked over to the curtain and ripped it back.

"I need the shower," she stated, noting she hadn't surprised Nick in the least. He still had part of his erection, was helping to keep it erect in fact, and pulled his hand from where he had been stroking himself.

"I might be persuaded to share," he said his eyes lighting up with a mischievous grin, and Adalind flashed her eyes at him in response.

"I'm not sharing," she said flatly, trying to ignore the desire she felt pooling again at the sight of him.

"We'll see," he replied yanking her in under the spray. She squealed in shock as the water hit her and then found herself pressed against the shower wall, Nick sliding his fingers down her sides as he kissed her under the showerhead.

"I really do have to start getting ready for work," she said, but she held him close and enjoyed his machinations as he touched her. "And, Kelly," she said, closing her eyes when he stroked her.

"Mm," he replied. "We'll have to be quick then," he said.

As parents to an almost toddler they had perfected the art of the quickie, never knowing when they might hear the call or the interruption beckoning them to tend to their child, Kelly's waking and sleeping hours not always coinciding with his parents' libidos.

She still felt a little raw from their encounter, the nerves there overly sensitive to his touch. It was too much and he had the tendency to overwhelm her senses at times. His fingers slipped inside her and she knew he was preparing to slide himself into her again and she throbbed with the need and the ache he had left. She was going to need a few minutes.

"I think it's about time you begged," she murmured pulling away from him. She dropped to her knees, blinking the water out of her eyes and gripped Nick's dick. She ran her fingers along its length, stroking first gently, and then with more pressure. He hardened immediately and she licked her lips and looked up at him. He was staring down at her, that wanton look of desire as he waited for her to take him into her mouth. She stuck her tongue out and ran it along the length of him, curling around the tip. She tasted a drop of him that had formed and smiled.

"I could take care of this for you," she offered, stroking him with her hand. She squeezed his balls gently with the other and he moaned. "I'm sure you know the five magic words to make that happen," she added dryly and Nick smirked.

"Adalind," he said, and she squeezed again, "Please," he choked out, bucking in her hand again. "I need it," he managed to get out, trying to move his hips against her hand.

"Close enough, I guess," she replied, shaking the water out of her eyes. She ran her tongue along the slit in his penis and felt him buck again with the sensation. She looked up again and watched as he opened his eyes and met hers, and she kept hold of his gaze as she slid her mouth around him and began to suck and stroke him gently.

"Yesss," he murmured, closing his eyes again in pleasure. He opened them a moment later and slipped a hand behind her head, fingers tangling in her wet hair. She sucked harder, tongue sliding over him, releasing him with a pop as she ran her tongue down the shaft all the way to the base before gliding back over the tip of him and taking him back in her mouth, a little deeper this time. He started rocking his hips, and she twisted a hand around his base to help control his movements against her.

It wouldn't take him long, not that they had the time anyway. She sucked and stroked and tried not to let the shower water drown her as it sprayed down over them. Nick shifted a little and Adalind sighed in relief as it took her out of the direct line of the spray. He wasn't as collected this time, now that he was wasn't the one in control of what was happening. He moaned and gasped and groaned as she worked him over and she felt herself grow wet again with his response and knew she would be ready for him when he took her again.

She slid her tongue into his slit again, staring up at him suggestively and he jerked away from her, pinching the head of his penis with his hand and panting.

"You keep doing that and this will be over soon," he said, squeezing his eyes shut. He shook the water, or maybe it was sweat, out of them and looked at her.

"I thought you wanted to finish," she said, pouting prettily at him since she knew he was affected by it.

"I need to be inside you first," he said finally releasing his grip on himself.

"You were," she said, but stood when he grabbed her arms. She was grateful for the aid, her legs still shaky from before and he pulled her close, away from the shower head, and pulled her thigh tight against him. She hooked her leg around his hip and he slipped his dick inside her again. She closed her eyes at the feel of him, always enjoying that full feeling he gave her when he was encased within her walls. He kissed her eyelids and braced his hand against the shower wall as she clung to him and began to move in her.

She helped, mindful of the precarious position and the time they had that was steadily dwindling, rocking into him as he held her with each thrust. She came shortly after he did, aided by Nick's nimble fingers, and she slid away from him, needing to sit down before she fell down. Nick followed her to the floor of the shower.

"Oh my god," she moaned, and Nick huffed a tired, pleased smile. "That was—"

"That was just what I needed this morning," Nick said, looking up and tipping his head back into the spray.

"Oh my god," she said again, and realized she was sounding a bit incoherent, and didn't Mr. Grimm-with-freakish-stamina-and-nimble-fingers need that for his ego. He was only cocky with her (literally and figuratively, she mused) and if she didn't form some actual, intellectual words, she was going to be hearing about this their next encounter.

"Oh my god, what time is it?" she asked suddenly. She glanced at his wrist, but he wasn't wearing his watch, and Nick shrugged. "Nick, I still need to get ready for work! I still have to do my hair." She pushed away from him, and then had to pause when her legs almost gave out on her. Nick smirked a little, but helped steady her and she ducked under the spray and grabbed for the shampoo bottle. She jumped when she felt Nick's hands run up her lower body from where he was still sitting on the shower floor.

"Nick!" she exclaimed and he paused with a smile and then continued. God he couldn't possibly be indicating he was ready to go a third time? She loved sex with Nick as much as any heterosexual female with a pulse, but she seriously had to get ready. She had a nine a.m. staff meeting and she was expected to present and on time. He kissed her thighs and slid his hands higher, and she felt her traitorous body tingle in anticipation. She dumped a glob of shampoo on his head and some soapy water, and he yelped as it ran in his eyes.

"Hey!"

"I'm serious Nick. Get out!"

"What?" he asked, trying to rinse the suds out of his eyes. She hurriedly scrubbed her hands through his hair, lathering him up, and ignoring his shouts of pain and protest.

"There, rinse and get out," she said, hoping she had finally doused his sex drive for the morning. She pulled the detachable shower head out of the socket and blasted him with it, and Nick held a hand out in defense and tried to grab it away. Water went everywhere, most of it outside the shower. She let off when his scrambling led to some blind movement that almost took her down with him and she replaced the shower head when he made it back to his feet and rubbed the water out of his eyes.

"I have to get ready, and I can't do that with you in here doing that." She said, helping him rinse out the rest of the soap a little more gently this time. He blinked at her with slightly red eyes and slid his hands around and over her ass and squeezed each slippery cheek tight as he pulled her against him.

"That wasn't very nice," he stated.

"Nick!" she exclaimed, smacking him. "I need to get ready. I'm going to be so late as it is. Oh my god, Kelly!" she shrieked, thinking of her baby boy who was probably up and crying for his mother and father to quit screwing each other's brains out and come rescue him from his crib and change and dress him.

"Nick!" she said again when he continued to fondle her ass.

"Okay, okay," he said, "I'll get him and get him ready," he continued, releasing her. She sighed in relief that was short-lived as Nick leaned forward and kissed her thoroughly, with plenty of wandering hands.

"Mmm," he murmured, and Adalind broke away.

"Oh my god! Out!"

"Fine," he sighed and finished rinsing off and then left her in peace to tend to his son and his own morning routine.

Twenty minutes later he and their son were completely dressed and presentable, only Nick's hair damp and his eyes still slightly pink with irritation. Adalind was furiously trying to put on her makeup, style her hair, and finish dressing as Nick came into the bathroom again to brush his teeth. Kelly trailed in after him, a sippy cup in one hand and a half-eaten banana in the other, and if there were two males more destructive to her ability to get ready for work she hadn't met them yet, each devastating in his own right.

"Mama!" Kelly exclaimed, dropping first the sippy cup and then the banana on the floor.

She offered a frazzled smile in reply, always happy to see her boy. "Kell-bell! Nick, he's dropping food all over the floor."

Nick glanced down from where he was applying a strip of toothpaste to his toothbrush. He bent down to grab the banana and the sippy cup, tossing one in the trash and handing the other back to his son. Kelly took it and dropped on the floor again, this time away from Nick, and Nick sighed and stuck his toothbrush in his mouth as he went after it. Kelly moved to his mother and she stared at his sticky outstretched fingers, despairing she wouldn't get out of the loft without changing her blouse again, but reached for him in answer nevertheless.

Nick swept him up, pausing in the ministrations of brushing, and set Kelly's sippy cup on the ledge of the sink. Adalind took the opportunity to wipe her son's fingers clean, ignoring his whine of protest before leaning in to plant a noisy series of kisses on his cheek. Nick continued to brush his teeth with one hand, and held Kelly against his side with his other arm. Nick made funny faces in the mirror and Kelly smiled and watched Nick's behavior curiously, turning and attempting to grab for the toothbrush, which Nick deftly moved out of reach.

She turned on the blow dryer and hurriedly ran it through her hair, Kelly turning his attention to his mother, while Nick bent over the sink to spit. She moved her head around him to catch her reflection and style her hair. She moved again when he ran a washcloth under the tap, and set Kelly down on the ledge and washed his face. Adalind teased her son with a few short blasts of the dryer and he smiled again, showing two rows of teeth and Nick steadied him on the ledge when his son leaned back to laugh. Adalind gave up on her hair, and resigned herself to fixing it into a smart chignon and finishing her makeup.

"You want me to drop Kelly off?" Nick asked, picking up his son again, and she glanced at Nick in the mirror, aware that an hour ago she had been looking back at him with a different expression. Her face flushed, and she looked away quickly, before Nick caught on to her train of thought.

"That would be wonderful," she said, knowing it was out of his way and that he wasn't overly fond of having to deal with Dr. Ansheimler. "You got his baby bag all ready?"

"Yup, all packed." He set Kelly on his feet again and they both headed out of the bathroom, Kelly sing-songing daddy as Nick gathered up his keys and phone, and clipped his badge and gun to his belt.

"You ready to see Fi?" Adalind heard Nick ask Kelly, referencing his primary caregiver at the daycare, Felicia.

"No," Kelly replied, but that was a frequent response to any statement, whether interrogative or declarative.

She finished in the bathroom and headed out to gather her own things for work. She watched her boys head to the elevator, pausing when Nick stopped beside her and kissed her one more time, long and deep. It was wrong how quickly she felt desire pool again. He pulled back, Kelly's vocal curiosity reminding him he had an audience, but he still leaned in once more to kiss her, shorter this time before shifting Kelly to his other hip and striding into the elevator.

"You coming?" Nick asked, and there was a bit of smirk at the perceived bawdiness of the question. He always got kind of charmingly stupid after a really nice bout of sex. Clearly the surge of blood flow from one end to the other affected him more than one would have thought with him being a Grimm.

"You going to share the elevator, I suppose?" she asked, twisting her lips in an attempt to hide her amusement.

"I could be persuaded to," he said with a grin.

She flashed a smirk of her own, looking at him fresh, and happy, carrying their son, dressed for work in his usual: worn jeans and boots, shirt, and gold badge and gun. He still hadn't shaved this morning, all the opportunities he had had spent in other, more enjoyable activities. If it wasn't for the child he was carrying, she could see them easily compromised against one of the walls of the elevator, maybe even the floor, ringing the bell for round three, so turned on she was by the sight of him.

"I'll take the next one, thanks," she said.

"Your loss," he said, smiling knowingly, and reached for the gate. "I'll see you tonight. Love you!" he called over the rattle of the gate.

"You too," she murmured.

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Why is it so easy to write Nadalind smuff (flut? Did we decide on the term?) and so hard to write actual, meaningful content. (I mean besides the fact that this is way more fun to write).

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