Note: The story takes place after the world created by Dlohov14 as described in Recordatus Caritate. I am in love with that world and most of my stories will be based on it. Short recap: Michael is alive, Varga has been pardoned and is now Selene's right hand. They all live in the mansion/coven and Selene, David and Lena are elders. I would highly recommend to read Recordatus Caritate!

Disclaimer: (Unfortunately) I do not own Underworld or any of the characters.


Selene was still reliving what she and Michael had done the past hours. She had no idea what had gotten into them, but they had never made love like this before. Just thinking about it got her aroused all over again.

She kept her eyes closed and enjoyed the moment. Michael was in the bathroom taking a shower while she still laid in bed with only a thin sheet covering her body. They would have continued if it weren't for the council meeting they had to attend to.

Instead of lingering on upcoming business, Selene's mind went back to Michael. She stirred a bit to smell his scent on his pillow. Pure bliss spread through her body.

'Enjoyed yourself?' A voice said from the doorway.

Selene's eyes shot open and a gasp escaped her mouth. Varga was standing in her room and by the looks of it, he had been standing there for a bit. Suddenly, she was painfully aware of the all too revealing sheet that barely covered her naked body.

'Must have been some shag if you didn't even hear me come in.' Varga smirked as he walked over to sit in a chair.

Selene grabbed the sheet and pulled it up closer to her shoulders.

'Nothing I haven't seen before.' Varga mused.

'Why areā€¦' Selene started. 'Wait, what?'

'Oh, no no no. Not like that! I like sex just as much as the next guy, but I am not a pervert!' Varga quickly spoke as a stern expression appeared on her face. 'Remember you crashing into the garage door?'

Selene nodded, she did remember. She was on a mission together with Michael which got way out of hand. They were ambushed and used as target practice by some humans. Michael had been unconscious when the fighting was finally over and Selene barely held on. She had gotten him in the car and drove to the mansion. She barely made it to the garage before crashing in the door. The last thing she remembered was Varga getting her out the car and waking up in the infirmary.

'That was not a good day.' Selene mused.

'And who do you think helped Connar getting the bullets out? I think it was close to a hundred.' Varga smirked.

'I did not wish to know that.' Selene said slightly embarrassed. 'Anyway, why are you here?'

'Yes, Varga, why are you here?' Michael walked out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist. 'And please stop undressing Selene with your eyes.' He casually added while picking up his clothes.

Selene gave Varga a scowl, but he only laughed at the look on her face. 'How can I not?' Varga shrugged.

'Yes, the whole coven knows she's beautiful.' Michael sighed in fake mockery. 'Did you come here just for that?'

'I cannot complain, but no, that is not the reason for me being here.' Varga answered.

Varga and Michael started a very long conversation about some coven business, but Selene couldn't focus on that. She just wanted to take a shower and get dressed and in order for that to happen, she needed to get up out of the bed. But Varga would see her naked. Again.

After another few tedious minutes, Selene started smirking. She had a plan. She subtly snuck out of bed, making sure her back was directed towards Michael and Varga. She casually looked over her shoulder and directly her words to the guys. 'If the two of you don't mind, I will be taking a shower.'

Michael and Varga looked at her, both had the same look on their faces. Selene turned her smile into a mischievous one directed at Michael and entered the bathroom. Through the door she heard Michael hush Varga out of the room, telling him they would be late for the meeting.

Selene didn't have to wait long before his strong hands were wrapped around her waist. He started kissing her neck. Both ready to start round five. Or was it six?