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Lacroix/Tracy

explicit/vamp sex, and language

"Musk, Patchouli and Jasmine" (01/01)

by Shana Nolan

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Standing on the tallest of the bleacher seats, gazing

down on the field in front, Tracy squinted to decipher the shape of number 32

of the UoT football's team.

One of the rising stars of pigskin celebrity, he was

hustling about, tackling other players and wresting the ball from other's

hands. He was damn good, and Tracy was admiring just how good he was.

The coach below blew a whistle and the play suddenly

stopped. Number 32, halfway between a tackle and a lunge, careened onto the

field, wedging turf into his helmet and face guard.

She grinned and jounced down the bleacher seats,

coming closer to the playing field. Stopping short of the last row, she

paused to straighten her shirt and readjust her underthings that had shifted

in her jouncing.

Number 32 picked himself up and stared at his grass

stained uniform. He, however, didn't see Tracy Vetter sauntering up behind

him, silently enjoying his padded rear end.

"Hi, Roddy."

The twenty something football player jumped and

whirled around in surprise. Stripping off his filthy helmet, staring at the

blonde thug before him, he tried to smile, paused, removed his mouth guard (I

won't mention the gooey saliva trail that came out with it.<g>) and got a

smile out before asking "Hey, Trace, what's up?"

She grinned. "Not much. Gotta say, you're getting

better."

Stripping off the gloves and tossing them in the

helmet he shot back playfully, "Somehow I think you're complementing my

padding rather than my playing."

"So go take it off, tiger."

Roddy bit his lip. "Hmph. I'll see ya tonight?"

"Pick me up at the precinct when my shift ends. And,

love, borrow your dad's car." Tracy's lip was curled up in a wicked grin.

Roddy shrugged, and headed for the locker room.

* * *

Captain Joe Reese stalked out of his office. "Will

somebody tell me where Vetter is?"

Nick glanced up from his monitor, all too happy to

stop typing. "Last time I saw her, she was heading to the locker room."

Reese humphed. "Send her my way when she's back."

"Sure, cap."

Glancing towards the locker room hall, Nick pondered

why she was taking so long. Was she hiding out? Was he missing something?

At which point, Tracy Vetter, homicide detective,

strolled out of the hall into the bullpen. Dressed in a slimming, solid black

dress with spaghetti straps and hems barely touching her knees, she was

dressed to kill. Sauntering over to her desk and perching on the edge, she

adjusted the back seam of the black stockings and brushed some dust off her

black stiletto heels.

Rendering her partner silent.

Hopping off the desk, a slight flash of pale thigh

flesh catching Nick's eyes, she unlocked and opened up the little drawer in

her desk and withdrew a Y-necklace made of freshwater pearls and faceted

rubies.

Catching the delicate motions of her hands as she

draped the necklace around her long, slender neck, Nick bit back his lip,

realising he was paying far too much attention. "So where are you going like

that tonight?"

Tracy glanced up and arched an eyebrow. "Wouldn't you

like to know."

"Detective Vetter? A man named Ronald is here and

waiting for you outside." The desk sergeant said to her.

Closing the drawer and walking away from her desk, she

called back to Nick, "Don't wait for me, darlin'. Roddy knows how to keep

things going until the sun comes up."

Opening the door and letting out a low whistle, Roddy

admired the view. Pausing to stand directly in front of him, her face level

with his, Tracy leaned in and whispered, "Glad you got the car."

He blushed and closed the door once she had tucked her

skirt in. Settling into the driver's seat and starting the engine, he

listened to the motor purr and glanced at the clock on the dash. "We're

early."

"That's fine. Hit it."

The UoT football player shifted the sportscar into

first gear and accelerated.

* * *

Music pounding through huge speakers, the base beat

thrumming through the floors and chairs, the assembled nightly patrons of the

Raven swayed and gyrated.

In the low, colourful light, Lucien Lacroix could pick

out some of the dancers as regulars; some vampire, some mortal. Nothing

irregular... so far. Getting up from his chair inside the little studio, he

sauntered out into the crowd like a haughty lion surveying his pride.

A scent caught his delicate senses. A touch of musk,

a dash of patchouli, a whiff of night blooming jasmine. Tracking the alluring

smell, curious to find its bearer, he cut through the crowd...

And stopped.

Three mortals were dancing in a tight group, swaying

and obviously enjoying each other's attentions. Two women, one man. A

brunette, a blonde and, Lacroix guessed, their dark haired male companion. He

was in between the two ladies, his attentions strongly focused on the brunette

in front of him. The blonde was enjoying herself, despite the lesser

attention, and just as Lucien was about to turn and head to the bar, he heard

her laugh.

It was the laugh of his son's mortal partner, Tracy

Vetter.

He pondered, and then strolled over to the trio,

slipping on a smile that could melt gold. "Excuse me, Ms. Vetter, may I have

a moment with you?"

Tracy stopped, blinked through the flashing lights,

and tapped her friends on their shoulders. "You two keep going. I'll be back

later."

They nodded as Tracy turned to face the tall form of

the master vampire. He extended a large hand, which she took, and led her to

a table in the back near the radio booth.

Pulling the seat out for her, he caught the musk once

again, drifting up from behind her ears. It quickened him with the increased

intensity. Taking a seat opposite hers, he studied her, waiting for her to

break the silence.

"You're the Nightcrawler."

"And if I was..."

"I would be very pleased to meet you. I enjoy the

show."

A thin smile touched his lips. "Do you?"

"Oh, yes, I listen to it every chance I get. You're

habit forming, you know."

"Ah, yes. You're not the first person to ever accuse

me of that, you realise."

She stretched out and extended her legs underneath

the table. The heel of her right stiletto brushed against his shoe, and she

smiled slightly.

"What about your friends, over there?"

"Blind date. Roddy is a friend from school and Emme,

well, Emme likes jocks. She thinks they're sexy."

Lacroix spotted an irresistable opportunity, "And

you? What is your idea of sexy?"

Tracy stared at the man before her. He was lovely,

and pale. The black silk of his shirt set off the alabaster palour of his

flawless neck. The ice blue eyes pierced through her, sending joyous shudders

all the way down to her toes. And that voice. The voice that seduced her to

sleep. The musical tones of philisophical sensuality and the teasing tones of

cynicism.

Drawing in a delicate breath, rising out of the

chair and coming over to where he was seated, she sat down on the table in

front of him and leaned slightly in, knowing the parfum was drifting off her

skin. "What I think is sexy? Someone who can be both cruel and delicate,

sadistic, yet unabusive. And good taste is *always* an important thing."

Lucien closed his eyes. He could hear her

heartbeat, feel her breath, smell the intoxicating musk and sense her lithe

body oh so close to his.

Extending a hand, reaching for her cheek, he ran

his fingers through her short blonde hair. Like delicate strands of silk,

they fell through his grasp playfully. She sighed quietly.

Drifting down to her neck, wrapping his hand around

her neck in a gentle grasp, he rose out of his chair and drew her to the very

edge of the table, so that she was mere centimetres away from his cool body.

Brushing his lips across her chin, he started as she swiftly shifted and met

her lips with his.

Kissing him fiercely, her tongue penetrated past

his teeth and traced the roof of his mouth. Responding, feeling his canines

drop, he clamped down on her tongue, nipping it lightly with a sharp tip. The

blood oozed from her tongue; but rather than flinching and pushing off of him,

she became fiercer, the taste of her own blood rising the lust in her.

Shifting hands so that his left hand now cradled

her neck, his right hand drifted gently down her chest, his fingers tracing

her smooth form. Stroking past her shoulder and carressing the gentle curve

of her breast, he trailed down her small waist and savoured the rise of her

pelvic girdle. Her buttocks were round and firm, but the skin was soft and

supple in his strong fingers. Running past the tender flesh of her ass and

feeling the tension in her thighs, he pushed the hem of her dress up, exposing

the lacy edge of her black silk stockings. Running a cool hand up and down

her thigh, feeling the definition of her tendons and inner thigh muscles, he

finally pushed his hand the rest of the way up her leg, his fingers settling

on her moist panties.

She moaned and pulled away from his mouth, gasping

for air, closing her eyes to enjoy the rising ardor coming from the depths in

her body.

Lucien smiled, smelling the rising heat in Tracy and

savouring her quickening heartbeat. Tucking aside the thin layer between his

hand and her barely covered mound, he pressed his deft fingers into her clit,

stroking neatly trimmed fingernails in and out between the inner and outer

labia.

She growled and rocked against his right hand,

begging him to press further into her. He complied, letting his now slick

fingers dance further into her inner sanctum. Feeling the rim of her vaginal

opening, he traced the curves, listening to her quiet gasps and feeling her

writhe hungrily.

Bringing his lips to her ivory neck, he licked and

nipped at the tender flesh, tasting the salt on her skin. Grazing the still

dropped fangs gently across, he stopped as he touched upon the area that could

yield him, upon piercing with virile fangs, the richest source of hot blood..

Tempting himself to bite down, to take her sweet ambrosia, he resisted,

pulling her mouth to his again, stealing another, blood-laden kiss.

She didn't give in to the lip lock entirely,

swimming in the fervour of the rising heat. Taking this as a message, Lucien

pulled back, abandoning the tender folds; as soon as she gave sign of

noticing, he returned , stroking once more before fiercely penetrating her

with a finger.

She moaned, and fell into his kiss, pulling

herself entirely against his firm body, bucking against his finger as it

penetrated the inner cores of her vagina. She felt the wave well up and start

to build in her pelvis. She gasped and was about to let out a gutteral growl;

but his left hand was suddenly covering her mouth and his other hand went

motionless.

Ready to complain, to fight for the rest of what

he had started, she finally looked at what he had turned her head to see.

Following his gaze to the front door of the Raven, an "Oh shit" slipped out of

her mouth as she spotted Nick Knight wander into the club.

She cast a look at Lacroix, raising her eyebrows

in a question. Tracking his son as he wandered further into the bar, he

pulled his right hand from its occupation and hooked it under her legs so that

they were supported by his strong forearms. "Trust me." he whispered into

her ear.

His deep silky voice made her shudder. She

nodded dreamily. He removed his hand from her mouth and placed it around her

small waist, picking her up off the table and looked towards the back room

with the fireplace.

Likely unoccupied at this time of the night and

easily cleared out by him if not, he made his way down the hallway, walking

smoothly to keep from jostling his warm little hellcat. Tracy nuzzled into

his chest, rubbing her cheek against his broad muscles.

Reaching the firelit room, he set Tracy down on

the soft, velvet lined chaise lounge positioned in front of the fireplace.

Closing the door and stirring the coals, the room brightened just enough to

push away the shadows that had been dancing on her lithe body.

She opened her eyes, glittering mischief and

passion, standing up from the chaise and coming over to where Lucien had been

kneeling while stirring the coal. Standing directly in front of him, her

knees at his chest, she ran a hand through his short hair. Bending down,

sliding against his body, she dragged her fingers along her course. When her

breasts had finally drifted into his line of sight, her tight nipples brushing

against his cheek, he shifted foreward as to kiss and carress her lovely buds.

But she jumped back, pulling away. "My turn."

she whispered silkily.

That surprised him, but he acquiesed, taking the

master out of his master vampire status.

Leaning back into him, she slid down even

further, the soft ivory pallor of her tender neck glittering in the firelight.

He growled appreciatively.

Her lips touched his briefly before she leaned

into his own pale neck, kissing, then biting him. Continuing down, she

reached the first button of his silk shirt; taking the button into her mouth,

she worked it loose with a deft tongue. Tracing back up his neck, feeling the

tension nearly emanating from him, she bit him under the chin, feeling him

rocking foreward with growing heat.

"Yes?" she cooed gently against his skin.

"Oh, yes, my dear." His voice was hoarse.

Drifting back, running her hands from his neck

all the way to his waist, she snagged fingers on the belt and unbuckled it

with ease. Taking hold of the ends of his shirt, she growled, leaned in and

kissed him deeply as she savagely ripped the front of the shirt open.

Enjoying the feel of the descended fangs in his

mouth, he returned her growl and pushed Tracy roughly to the floor. Laying

atop of her, he ran his hands roughly against her sides, pushing the dress up

above her hips, above her waist, past her barely concealing black satin bra

and finally off her arms and shoulders and head. He moved aggresively down

her front, kissing around the round curves of her breasts. His large fingers

wrapped around to her back and unlatched the fabric, releasing the young ripe

flesh.

A gentle rumble emitting from his throat,

sounding like a purr in Tracy's aroused ear, he flashed a fanged smile and

came down upon the peach rose bud of a nipple and pierced it. Suckling at the

tender flesh and the rich blood flooding his mouth, he smiled inwardly as she

arched her back and gasped in enjoyable pain. He ran a hand down to her clit

and massaged it gently, bringing a series of moans and gasps from the young

blonde.

Moving further underneath him, dodging teeth and

hand, Tracy reached down his chest, past his abdomen. Unbuttoning his pants

and pushing a hand into his crotch, she caught his genitals in her long, lean

fingers and tickled and stroked, enjoying the feeling of his hardening cock in

her hand.

Her blood in his mouth, her hand on his balls,

her lovely vibrant body in his view, he wanted nothing more than to bring her

the pleasure she was giving him. Despite the long, hard shaft to which she

was still stroking and pleasuring, he pushed her hand off, and stretched her

body out on the floor.

Twisting to accentuate the curves of her ribcage

and breasts in the firelight, Tracy watched as he crouched down over her

abdomen. Smelling her soft skin, he kissed down the curve of her pelvis.

Going past her trimmed, soft fur, he brought his mouth down onto her mound and

ran his tongue up the warm pink flesh.

She shuddered and gasped. Arching her back she

pushed herself further into his mouth, the sharp, hard canines pressing into

her labia. Suckling at the sweet juices, he growled, relishing her every moan

and gasp. Hissing his name, she brought a hand down onto his head and dug her

fingernails in, pressing him into a even deeper kiss. Feeling her muscles

tighten and her nails grazing the flesh on his neck, he opened his jaw a

little further, bringing the sharp points of his immortal teeth into her

tender young flesh.

"Please... yes, oh, yes... " her growl trailed

off, the plateau of building tension stealing her ability to speak. Writhing

and bucking in rhythm with his attentions, she gasped and growled his name.

As he bit down. The fangs pierced easily and

brought forth a torrent flow of hot blood.

She screamed, the ripping of her tender folds by

his sharp teeth bringing forth a fierce and explosive orgasm. The waves of

hot passion washing over her like acid flames, she gasped and rocked in a

rhythm matching her wild heartbeat. No one had done this for her before and

she wished it would never end.

Pulling away, savouring the taste of cum and

blood in his mouth, Lucien pushed himself up so that he was looming over her,

watching her writhe in agonising pleasure. Kissing her forehead, he lowered

himself down, the

diamond hard erection pressing roughly against her inner thigh. When she had

slowed, lost in a gentle internal rhythm, he positioned himself gingerly and

slid his stiff cock into her willing vagina.

She gasped again and jolted upwards into his

chest. Wrapping deft arms around his waist, she pulled him down onto her and

the floor. Pulling out and then pushing himself further into her, she moaned

and leaned into his neck, the pale flesh inches away from her mouth. An

animalistic snarl crossed his lips as she drug her fingers across his back,

tearing flesh with her sharp nails.

Forming a rhythm, they moved like a singular wave

of ardor, Lucien pumping harder and deeper as she moved fiercely underneath

him. When they were hip to hip, she hissed and clamped down on his neck, her

teeth digging into cool flesh.

Startled by her rough grapple at his throat, he

stopped, his penis still firmly entrenched inside of her. He reared back and

pulled the two of them into a sitting position, enjoying the feeling of her

teeth firmly dug into his flesh. She wasn't piercing the skin, but her fierce

suckling and pressure was one of the most erotic sensations he had felt in a

long time.

Slowing, loosening her iron grip, she pulled

herself upright and caught gold eyes staring at her. She smiled savagely.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" He whispered

huskily.

Her response was to kiss him deeply, running her

tongue along the contours of his sharp fangs. He pushed up against her, his

cock still hard inside of her.

Pulling back just enough to form discernable

words, she growled, "Finish what you started, amour."

He hesitated, wondering how far to go. He was so

close, her blood in his mouth, his member deep inside. He could kill her. He

could bring her across. He could take just enough to slake the Beast and have

her coming back for more. He could stop now. But he wouldn't; they were past

the point of no return.

Pulling her nude, beautiful body closer to his, he

stroked her hair and began to pump again. Tracing a hand down her neck and

her collarbone, he snarled and bared his fangs.

Falling foreward, pushing harder, faster and

deeper into Tracy, his climax started to build as he prepared to bury his

fangs into a part of her throat that wouldn't kill her. She writhed and dug

her nails deeper into his flesh and her legs tightened around him.

Plunging fangs into her throat, he shuddered as a

sharp piercing wave of hot, burning ardor wracked his body. She gasped, the

fangs bringing beautiful pain. He shuddered and pressed further into her

neck, the blood pouring down his throat as the orgasm struck him with the

strength of a wrecking ball.

So lost in the wracking, fierce pain and pleasure,

Tracy gasped and let out a gutteral scream, its supernatural tone the only

expression of her simultaneous petit moir with the ancient vampire.

They rode the waves, gradually slowing until they

were laying entangled on the floor. Gasping for breath, Tracy kept her eyes

closed, fearing that if she did, she'd discover it was only a dream.

Releasing his fangs from their small punctures, he lapped at her throat,

letting the flow of blood taper off with the cessation of his suckling at it.

His eyes slowly turning from hot orange to their

ice blue radiance, he gazed into her face and whispered her name, the fangs

receded back into his jaw. She slitted her eyes open, gazing weakly at his

doting stare.

"Mon petite... Tracy... amour... "

"I'm still here, cher."

He pulled out of her and stepped away, leaving her

resting on the floor. Slipping on the silk boxers and his dress pants, he

pulled a black silk robe off the back of the door and came back over to her.

Pulling her upright, he kissed her and slid the

soft silk on her pale skin. Having draped the robe loosely about her lithe

form, he picked her up off the floor, cradling her up against his chest as he

settled into the velvet chaise.

Leaning comfortably against the side of the chaise,

he let her curl up on him, smiling and happily falling asleep against his now

slightly warm, yet still bare chest.

Before falling asleep himself, he caught a whiff of

her fragrant perfume, the musk, patchouli and jasmine tickling his senses and

delighting his sensual mind.

{fin}

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