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Consider this your warning for smut.

Nik dropped the last of the saddlebags on an ornate chair in the foyer. His old 'mate' had been rather busy while they'd been fighting for their lives in the cemetery. He had filled bag after bag with gold and jewels.

Elena hadn't seen them yet. Nik hadn't even noticed until a servant had delivered them to his rooms after he'd cleaned up.

He glanced up when he heard soft footsteps.

Elena tied her robe around her waist and wrung the water from her hair with a towel. Nothing quite had the ability to renew her spirits like a hot bath. They'd journeyed through the desert for three days without stopping to rest before reaching the city.

She had been pleasantly surprised to find her rooms had been cleaned; there was no physical sign that anything horrific had happened there.

"Hello, sweetheart, are you feeling better?"

Elena jumped and spun on her heel to mock glare at the intruder in her room.

"I feel cleaner," she lowered her towel.

"You might want to consider locking your door," he smirked and tapped the wood.

"Last time that door was locked I was trapped on this side of it," she draped her towel over the back of a wooden chair and crossed her arms.

"I'm given to understand the outcome is different when you're the one doing the locking," he chuckled.

"I suppose that's true," Elena pursed her lips together, tilted her head to the side and nodded slowly. She stepped around him lightly and took the doorknob in hand.

There was a soft click as the lock engaged. She leaned on the door and tilted her head to look up at him.

"There," she smirked, "it's locked."

"That's not quite what I meant," his eyes sparkled.

"Afraid of being sealed in a room?" She cocked a brow.

"I've been locked in before," he reached out and moved a damp curl from her shoulder, "and I must admit the company is much better than last time."

"Glad to know I'm better company than hundreds of prisoners," she rolled her eyes.

"Well you do smell better," he inhaled the lavender clinging to her glowing skin.

"Bathing will do that," she blinked.

"Yes it will," he tucked the wet hair behind her ear.

"What are you doing here?" Elena exhaled slowly when his knuckle grazed her jaw. Her weariness seemed to melt away as her body came alive beneath his touch.

He hesitated.

"I wanted to check on you," he admitted after a beat. "The last time I left you alone a dead guy snuck into your room."

"I suppose I should be grateful my newest visitor is alive," her fingers straightened his collar. "You clean up nicely," her eyes flickered over the grey suit.

"So do you," he placed his hands on either side of her body trapping her against the door.

"I'm wearing a bathrobe," her eyes flickered to his mouth.

"It's very fetching," he settled his palm on her hip. "You look ravishing."

Her skin prickled beneath the cloth. She slid her hands up to cup his cheeks.

"I also wanted to show you something," he rubbed small circles over her hip.

"Oh?" She tilted her head.

"Yes," he dipped down and brushed her lips with his, "in the foyer; that you've now sealed off."

Elena sighed. Her desire warred with her curiosity, but eventually she reached for the door and turned the key.

A flush spread across her cheeks and down her neck when they stumbled back into the foyer.

"Do I want to know what was going on behind that door?" Kol cocked an eyebrow.

"Nothing," Elena crossed her arms.

"Mmhmm," Kol rolled his eyes.

"What did you want to show me?" She turned back to Nik.

His hand pressed against the small of her back for a brief moment before he stepped around and flipped open one of the bags that he had set on her chair.

Elena gasped and covered her mouth. She stared with wide eyes at the glittering gold. Reaching out hesitantly she lifted a small onyx and gold box with bits of turquoise inlaid in the lid around the cartouche; popping the lid revealed a sparkling emerald hair comb.

"Where did this come from?" Kol lifted a few faience necklaces.

"Seems someone was emptying the treasury while we were occupied," Nik shrugged one shoulder. He plucked the comb from the box and secured it in Elena's damp hair. "It suits you."

"If you insist on flirting with my sister could you do it when I'm not around?" Kol rolled his eyes.

Elena blushed and lowered the lid of the box. She gave her brother an overly sweet look and smiled.

"You could leave," she blinked innocently.

"Now why would I do that when I know what will occur?" Kol dropped the necklaces back into the bag.

Elena placed the box on the low table and straightened up. She walked the three steps to Nik, wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and kissed him soundly.

"Oh right, you'll just do it anyway," Kol rolled his eyes and strode from the room.

Elena shook with a soft laugh and glanced over her shoulder when the door slammed shut.

"You know," Nik wrapped his arms around her waist, "most men would object to their sister being left alone with a man."

"He knows I can take him," Elena smirked.

"There's not much you can't do. Tell me, love: should I be expecting to rescue you again sometime soon?"

"I seem to recall saving you," she tilted her head. "If I hadn't read the incantation you would have been dead."

"If I hadn't cut you loose you would have been sacrificed," he pointed out.

"Seems we're even then," Elena brought her hands around to his chest.

"So it would seem," he nodded solemnly.

"We don't owe each other anything," she stared up into his eyes.

"No, we don't," he breathed. The thin material of her robe bunched under his palms.

"Will you be leaving now?" She gasped when he pulled her flush against his chest.

"Never," he swore before dipping down and kissing her.

She sighed into his mouth and welcomed the gentle sweep of his tongue. The sweet kiss continued for several moments making her dizzy before he broke away and kissed along her cheek.

"I'm not leaving you Elena," his hand slid up into her hair. "I tried once, remember? I didn't even make it to the gate." He pulled back and met her lidded eyes. "I can't leave you, sweetheart."

"I've noticed," she bit her swollen lip. "You keep coming back."

"Well if I didn't you might find yourself in mortal peril," he smirked. "So would I for that matter."

"We'd better stick together then," her eyes glittered, "for safety's sake."

She grinned and kissed him again. She didn't think she'd ever get tired of the feel of his full lips against hers. She moaned when he sucked her bottom lip into his mouth and backed her up against the wall.

His stubble scraped her cheek deliciously when he broke away and started trailing down her slim throat.

Elena slid his jacket down his arms and unbuttoned his shirt.

"Love?" He cocked an eyebrow and breathed heavily.

Her slender fingers pulled the material free and slid to splay over his back. She dropped her head, pressed a kiss to his shoulder and nipped at his collarbone. Her lips trailed up his neck to his ear; she tugged gently with her teeth and drew a groan from his throat.

He let the shirt fall to the floor before reaching down and grasping the backs of her thighs.

Elena wrapped her legs around his waist and arched her neck to give him full access to her throat. She moaned under the heated assault.

He held her tightly with one hand and pushed her bedroom door shut with the other before making his way towards her bed. Toeing off his shoes he knelt on the bed and lowered her onto her back.

His hand settled on her knee and trailed up her soft skin while he continued to lick and nip her throat.

The top of her robe slipped open revealing her collarbone and the tops of her breasts.

"Are you sure about this?" He propped himself on his elbows and caught her wrist before she could untie the robe.

Elena nodded and pulled the knot free. The white cloth fell open on either side of her body.

"I've done this before," her eyes flickered over his face. That had been the first time Kol had gotten in a fight on her behalf; she hadn't had the greatest intuition as a teenager.

"What happened?" His hand slipped up her side leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

"My brother broke his nose," she gasped when his thumb grazed her pebbled nipple and sent a bolt of electricity to her swiftly dampening core. "Nobody could prove he broke his arm too. I haven't scared you off have I?"

"I've stuck by you through walking corpses," he brushed his lips along her jaw and met her eyes, "I think I can handle your brother; besides he didn't seem too bothered when he left."

"That's true," she grasped the back of his neck and kissed him. Her tongue slipped into his mouth and rolled over his. Her hips rolled up; she glared when he held her down with one strong hand.

Her head fell back against the mattress when he laved kisses down her throat and over her chest. Tiny gasps fell from her lips when his teeth scraped her nipple; she grasped his curly hair and held him to her breasts. Her nails dug into his scalp deliciously when he moved down further and dipped his tongue into her bellybutton.

A line appeared between her brows. A strange sense of anticipation made her body quiver when he placed chaste kisses from her abdomen to her glistening center.

"Trust me?" He met her clouded eyes when she propped herself up.

"With my life," there was no hesitation in her response.

He shifted quickly and knelt on the floor. Hooking her thighs over his arms he pulled her to the edge of the bed and kissed her thigh.

Elena gasped when his tongue delved between her folds. He lapped at the fluid dripping from her body like a man dying of thirst; if she didn't know any better she might have thought he'd neglected to rehydrate after returning from the desert.

Her breath came in quick pants as he continued to lick her.

The moans combined with the exquisite taste made his already hard cock harder. He reached down with one hand and unfastened his pants to relieve the pressure and flicked her clit with his tongue.

Elena cried out when he applied pressure to the sensitive bundle of nerves. The heat that had been pooling in her abdomen pulsed; every muscle began to tighten under the assault of his tongue. Her fingers fisted in the sheets when the coil snapped; he sucked on her clit as she rode out her high.

Elena gasped and pushed herself up with shaking arms. The robe slid down. She shifted onto her knees when he stood and wrapped her arms around his neck; her eyes widened at the taste she found on his lips.

His hands explored the expanse of her smooth back.

Elena's fingers trailed down and pushed his trousers so they fell soundlessly to the floor of her bedroom; she pulled him and fell back with him so he fell on top of her with a chuckle.

Her eyes fluttered open slowly; the first thing she saw was the emerald comb on her nightstand. That was all she saw before squeezing her eyes shut against the harsh sunlight filtering through the open window.

She rolled over and smiled softly when an arm tightened around her back and pulled her into a warm chest.

"Good morning," his deep voice rumbled in his chest.

"Morning," she drew lazy patterns over his chest. Tipping her head back she kissed his jaw and let her fingers ghost over the green and purple marks on his throat. "Does it hurt?"

"A little," he drew her wrist to his lips and kissed the bruises, "does this hurt?"

"A little," she pressed her ear to his heart and counted the steady beats.

"I know I'll never succeed in talking you out of dangerous situations," he tipped her chin up and met her dark eyes, "you've gotten a taste for adventure; I can see it in your eyes, but do you think we could take a short break, love?"

"A little recovery time in between?" Elena cocked an eyebrow.

"Precisely," he nodded. "Take a little break from fieldwork and relax."

"I've never really taken a vacation," she tilted her head, "what on earth would I ever do with myself?"

"I lot of people like to stay in bed for a bit." He smirked and rolled over so he was hovering over her naked body. "Have a lie in."

"Is that what people do?" She hooked her thigh around his waist and bit her lip.

"Time honored tradition," his fingers splayed over her hip.

"Then I suppose I'll have to honor it," she nodded solemnly and grasped the back of his neck. "I might need some company though; lying in sounds rather boring on my own."

1 Year Later

Elena's eyes fluttered open slowly to the sound of a gentle creaking coming from the other room. Reaching behind her she bolted upright upon finding him sleeping fitfully behind her.

A sense of dread washed over her from her head to her toe.

"Nik," she shook him awake and jumped to her feet.

"What is it?" He blinked and stifled his yawn. He couldn't remember the last time he'd slept completely through the night. It took a moment for him to pick up what her ears already had.

He was on his feet in an instant with a gun in his hand.

Elena tore open the bedroom door and raced across the hall with her heart in her throat. She froze in the entry with narrowed eyes when she saw the blonde in a rocking chair.

"Say what you like about my brother," Elena sighed, "but at least he knocks."

"How the bloody hell did you get in here?" Nik un-cocked the pistol and lowered the weapon to point at the floor.

"A locked door never was capable of keeping her out," Elijah tapped the window frame. The moonlight illuminated the dark suit he wore.

"Sorry," Rebekah smiled sheepishly. "I thought this was the sitting room, and then I just couldn't resist," she looked down to her arms.

"We've been trying to catch up with you for months now," Elijah adjusted his cuffs.

"We left you a year ago," Nik deposited the pistol on the tall dresser, "in the desert. Actually you left us."

"We had to check in," Rebekah cooed. "It took a little longer than we thought, and by the time we got to Cairo you had left the fort."

"It seems you've had an eventful year," Elijah's eyes caught the glint of silver on his half-brother's hand. "A very eventful year," he watched Elena lift the golden haired child from Rebekah's arms.

Elena bounced on the balls of her feet and rubbed small circles on the baby's back. She regarded the siblings in the nursery warily.

"Should we be concerned you're here?" She chewed her bottom lip. "He's not back is he?" Panic gripped her heart.

"Oh no," Rebekah held up her hands. "Nothing like that," she smiled.

"It seems father is now intent on keeping tabs on you," Elijah chuckled.

"Funny," Nik reached over and placed his hand on the small of Elena's back, "he never cared before."

"And then he almost lost all of his children in the span of a day," Rebekah shrugged. "Are you going to introduce us or not?"

"I was under the impression you knew my wife," Nik smirked.

"Yes," Elena cocked a brow, "if you'll recall I was the one who woke the Creature and killed him."

Rebekah rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her green dress.

"We're quite familiar with you, Elena," she shook her head, "I meant the baby."

Elena gently lowered the blanket from her child's face so Rebekah could see the babe again. Staring down she traced the soft skin with her eyes and watched the rosebud lips pucker; it wouldn't be long before the usual middle of the night feeding.

"This is Alexandria," Elena leaned into Nik's hand and ran her finger over her daughter's cheek, "Ally."

Tu Finis.

I think I spelt that right. I had a lot of fun writing this story. I think I'm going to finish Consequences next, it's only one or two more chapters, and then I'll try and get back on a schedule of sorts.