Here's Evil Cousin Tiff's installment for the "Handbasket to Hell Night". This
is my first attempt at smut so please forgive me if it sucks. Oh and Big Bad
Voodoo Daddies served as my muse tonight, so I pay them homage with the title.
Disclaimers: Forever Knight doesn't belong to me. But I don't care, I'm writing
fanfiction anyway.
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Tracy/LC
Rating: Yeah, there's sex.
"You and Me and the Bottle Make Three Tonight" (01/01)
by Evil Cousin Tiff
September 1999
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Tracy sat at the barstool. She'd been sitting there for several minutes. She
was bored. Very very bored. It was her night off and she kinda hoped the Raven
would be fun tonight. But alas, no. No Vachon. No Screed. Even no Miklos.
(Must've been his night off.) She ordered a drink and planned to just mull over
how much fun she wasn't going to have tonight.
LaCroix sat in his office. He was bored. Something that can happen often when
you're 2000 years old. Through the open door, he could see a familiar looking
woman sitting at the bar. She recognized her as Nick's new partner... what was
her name? Tracy. Yes... her name was Tracy something. He'd seen her in the club
a couple times with the Spaniard and the Carouche on occasion. But tonight they
weren't in attendance and she looked terrible lonely sitting by herself there.
LaCroix thought that maybe he should go over there and talk to her. It would be
a hell of a lot more interesting than just sitting on his office couch all
night.
As Tracy finished her drink, she realized that she had to look pathetically
lonely sitting there by herself. Perhaps she should strike up a conversation
with someone... but who?
"Good evening," a voice to her right said to her.
she thought to herself.
"Hi," she stated turning toward the man.
"My name is Lucien LaCroix. I am the owner of this fine establishment. Forgive
me, but I couldn't help but notice you sitting here all alone."
"That's okay, I probably looked really pathetic. I thought some friends would
be here tonight, but no. So here I sit, all by my lonesome."
"Well, we can't have that, can we?"
The two struck up a conversation. They seemed to talk about everything. The
weather. Her career. His career. LaCroix never thought he'd find this mortal
girl so interesting. Tracy didn't expect she'd be enjoying an evening with a
man that was probably as old, if not older than her father.
Somehow their conversation landed them both in LaCroix' office. He was showing
her where he did his broadcasts. To LaCroix she seemed so fascinated by the
whole idea that he hosted a radio show. Especially a radio show her partner
listened to religiously. Tracy was really only captivated by the idea that the
Nightcrawler, the man that had "gotten under her skin" as she has said so many
times, was, in actuality, really incredibly charming.
As LaCroix finished the mini-tour of his office, he found himself sitting next
to her on the couch. He had never been so "pleasant" in his whole life, all two
millennia of it. He didn't know what had come over him.
Tracy, who had been perticularly chatty all evening, couldn't find anything to
say when LaCroix sat next to her. What was going to happen next?
LaCroix noticed the sudden silence and just blurted the first thing that came
to mind. "So you and your partner Nick get a lot of arrests?"
Tracy let out a laugh, "Yeah, we're like the Mounties... We always get our
man!"
LaCroix put his hand over Tracy's and held it. Throughout the evening he had
sensed a raw sexuality mingling with her softness. This combination aroused him
deeply and he found himself gazing into her blue eyes. He leaned forward and
kissed her softly on the lips. Tracy brought her other hand up to LaCroix'
cheek and ran one nail along his jaw. Then she pulled him closer, her mouth
eager to find his, her tongue probing deeply.
She felt his fangs descend with her action. Her suspicions were right. He was a
vampire. He pulled away.
"Stop, we can't." He said.
"Why not? You've seen me with Vachon and the others, do you think I've never
made love to a vampire before?"
LaCroix thought about the comment but before he could make his response, Tracy
moved closer to him, sliding her hands inside his shirt. He slid his right hand
up her back until he could feel her soft blonde hair, just barely reaching her
shoulders. He could feel her nails rake his flesh ever so softly, sending waves
of pleasure through his body.
He slipped his free hand up her t-shirt, his eager fingers brushing against her
left nipple. It stiffened to a hard bud and he transferred his attention to the
other one. Tracy let out a gasp of pleasure and lay back, allowing LaCroix to
reach her more easily. She pulled her t-shirt over her head, treating the
ancient vamp to the site of her breasts. He bent forward and kissed each nipple
in turn, and scraping his fangs across her skin as he licked his way down to
her navel.
She loosened the button of her jeans, closing her eyes as he eased the zipper
down. She lifted her hips so that he could pull the demin free from her legs.
LaCroix managed to remove Tracy's jeans and panties in one movement. He nuzzled
the area between her legs, his hands parting her thighs a little more. He
kissed her mound, allowing his tongue to snake lower, flicking at her
clitoris.
Tracy moaned with pleasure and started to push her pelvis hard against the
ancient vampire's questing tongue. Her body was ablaze. And she began to jerk
spasmically beneath the attentions of his tongue.
She opened her eyes to the sight of LaCroix releasing his own erection. She
reached for his manhood, moving her hand up and down it, rythmically. His eyes
turned from it's blue to a golden hue as he leaned in and kissed her hard.
Their tongues dueled more furiously as Tracy's hand moved faster and faster on
his shaft.
LaCroix slowly eased himself into her, both gasping at the sensation and he
started to move rythmically inside her. Tracy raised her hips over and over to
match his thrusts. Her hands on his tight butt drawing him in deeper every
time.
LaCroix dropped his head and began licking the nape of her neck. He could feel
her body tensing with every movement. She whispered something unintellagable in
his ear before kissing him, running her tongue over his fangs. Their sharpness
gave LaCroix a taste of her blood, enticing him to quicken his pace.
LaCroix could feel the walls of her sex clench around him as her orgasm began.
Tracy began to moan loudly and rake her nails across his back, not caring if
anyone in the Raven could hear her. This was almost too much for him. LaCroix
reached over Tracy to the little table by the couch and grabbed the familiar
green bottle containing bloodwine. He used his teeth to pull the cork. With one
hand he grabbed the detective's hips and thrust harder. With the other, he
drank deeply from the bottle. With the first taste of the blood, LaCroix'
started coming. Tracy writhed against him, as his cool seed filled her.
For several minutes both layed breathless on the leather sofa. LaCroix looked
at Tracy, admiring her shapely figure. She got up and began to dress not long
after they finished. Tonight wasn't as dull as he expected it to be.
As Tracy drove home, she reflected on her evening at the Raven. She got to have
fun afterall.
The End
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