This one's for the Night Shift (Knight Shift?) folks.  A bit of a private
challenge that I hope others enjoy.

This is an adult story intended for adult audiences only.  If it's not
legal for you to read such things, or if this type of story offends you,
please don't read it.  As always, feedback is welcome.

Permission given to archive at fkfanfic website as well as the JADFE site,
and the Night Shift archives.  No other permission is granted to
repost/reprint/reuse.  If you're interested drop me a line.

This story is based on characters and situations that aren't mine.  Thanks
to TPTB for their use.



"All Things Are Possible" (01/02)
by S. Clark


	Tracy had seen him as a friend.  Almost as a brother, even.  And
that was it.  Or, had been it.

	It changed the day she caught him in a towel, and nothing else.
She'd stopped by his place.  He, obviously, wasn't expecting company.

	Something about him, about the way he looked, the way he moved.
She knew, regardless of the cost, she had to have him.

	She began dressing more provocatively.  Just a touch.  A little
more skin showing than usual.  Something he might notice, were he looking
for such things.

	It made no difference.  If he noticed, he certainly didn't betray
those feelings with action, or with words.

	When she felt she couldn't bear the wait any longer, she invited
him to dinner.  He'd was hesitant to accept, but finally agreed.

	It was a perfectly planned evening of seduction.  Except for that
one little problem.

	As she answered the door dressed in a skimpy black dress, she
couldn't help but notice his eyes widen.  Step one, catch him off-guard.
Successful.

	Next, step two.  That step, in simple terms, was to jump his bones.
After all, he was a man, right?  He seemed interested in women.  Could he
truly resist if she threw herself at him?

	Exactly when the act would occur wasn't as well defined.  Tracy
figured at some point, he'd have to give her some sort of an opening.

	The two of them sat on the couch and made small talk.  She poured
two glasses of wine.  Any chance possible, she edged closer.  In a very
short time, she had him backed into the corner of the couch.

	She slipped a hand onto his shoulder, and started playing with the
curls behind his ear.  He looked ready to bolt out of his seat.  But there
was something else.  Something kept him in place, near her.

	Tracy let her hand trail down behind his ear, down the side of his
neck.  That's when it happened.  It was unexpected, to say the least.  But,
in other ways, many things suddenly began to make sense.

	As he looked at her, asking what she was doing, his eyes flashed to
gold.  His fangs dropped.

	It was then she realized her partner was a vampire.  And, partially
due to her actions, an aroused vampire.


###


	He explained later that her actions came as a shock.  But at that
moment, he didn't want to discuss specifics.  Nor did he want to explain
himself.

	It was more than apparent that she'd been coming onto him for some
time.  And, he confessed, he found her an attractive woman.  She'd made
herself available to him, and he wanted her.

	But Tracy was angry.  She stood up, backed away.  She yelled at him
for not being truthful with her.

	The vampire enjoyed this anger, this energy.  It spurred him on.
He backed her against a wall, pushing himself against her, letting her feel
as well as see the physical affect she had upon him.

	Her anger was gone in the first kiss, lost to lust.  This emotion,
the one that had brought them together, reasserted itself.  Tracy realized
there'd be plenty of time to talk, later.

	She smiled as she thought back to that first coupling.  It had been
raw, animal.  She never expected such depths hidden within the person she
had come to think of as her old, dull partner.

	But after, as they lay in each others arms, something else emerged.
Another feeling, one of closeness, of caring.  Dare she think it, did she
actually felt love for him?  And what did that mean for him, and for his
relationship with Natalie?  She didn't even want to consider what Vachon
might say, or what he might do.

	Still, all those concerns melted away when they were together.
And, working closely as they did, it seemed relatively easy to find the
time, the stolen minutes or hours.  Time to be with each other.


###




This one's for the Night Shift (Knight Shift?) folks.  A bit of a private
challenge that I hope others enjoy.

This is an adult story intended for adult audiences only.  If it's not
legal for you to read such things, or if this type of story offends you,
please don't read it.  As always, feedback is welcome.

Permission given to archive at fkfanfic website as well as the JADFE site,
and the Night Shift archives.  No other permission is granted to
repost/reprint/reuse.  If you're interested drop me a line.

This story is based on characters and situations that aren't mine.  Thanks
to TPTB for their use.



"All Things Are Possible" (02/02)
by S. Clark


	The truly special times were those when they had an entire night,
or day, together.  Although these times had none of the excitement of the
quick stops in the park, they were fulfilling in their closeness, their
feelings of peace, and togetherness.

	Nick would book a hotel suite.  Something downtown, something
fancy.  She didn't know what the cost was.  That was something he never
mentioned, something she never asked.

	And he'd send roses.  Full, heavy, red blossoms.  His way of
announcing the event, of requesting her presence.  She never refused his
invitation.

	These cherished times quickly fell into a pattern.  She'd arrive
after he had already checked in.  Each was hesitant about arriving
together.  She'd take a cab.  He'd get there, somehow, leaving his caddie
back at the loft.

	It wasn't that they were ashamed to together.  They just knew it
was possible they'd be seen, and be found out.  While she was certain their
personal relationship could withstand disclosure, Tracy wasn't sure the
professional relationship could ever recover.

	That was the big fear, being separated as partners.  Neither of
them wanted that.  And they worked well as a team, when it came to police
matters.  As for the rest, that worked well, also.

	During these magical times, hidden away in their secluded enclave,
her attire would be a black satin and lace teddy.  Something silky, and
sheer.

	When they first started these meetings, he'd generally  wear only a
robe.  After their third or fourth time together, he forgot all about the
robe.

	So, there he'd be.  Naked.  Awaiting her arrival.  Her romantic
savage.  Her warrior poet.  Champion of her heart.

	It was easy to imagine him as a knight.  And a conqueror.  Seeking
redemption through their joining.  Seeking to escape his eternal life, to
love as a man, or as close as he might attempt.

	But it always came back to the blood.  He needed it to fulfill the
act.  Yet he refused to take hers.  Even as she was screaming his name,
begging, he'd refuse.  Relief was furnished, generally, from a small silver
flask.

	Later, after the passion was quelled, she'd praise him for his
restraint, and snuggle closer to his bare form.  But in her dreams, she
couldn't help but wonder what heights they'd reach if their lives were
lived within the same world.

	Even with the limitations, making love to Nick had its rewards.
She appreciated the fact he was very willing to give a woman pleasure.
Unlike previous lovers, he knew how to give, as well as to receive.

	When she came to him, wearing the small, revealing teddy, he'd
being the slow task of exposing her body.  Clothing was not just ripped
away and tossed aside in clumsy pawing.  Instead, it was carefully, slowly,
peeled back at what could seem like an agonizingly slow pace.

	His mouth was his primary organ of exploration.  Those gentle lips,
starting with her face, her mouth.  Soon working down her throat.  He paid
liberal attention to each breast, each nipple, before moving down her form.

	By the time he was to her waist, he'd change the attack.  Rather
than continuing down, he'd often go to her feet, and start working his way
up.

	His tongue sought out a path up her legs, up her inner thighs.  Her
panties were soaked with her wetness by the time he'd arrive back at her
warm core, her hidden sex.

	But even after stripping the last of her garment away, he still
found ways to tease.  Sucking and licking at her sensitive nub, then
backing off.  Bringing her towards the peak, and pulling her back.

	Finally, as she begged, pleaded, he'd bring her to a release.  As
she descended from her peaks of ecstasy, he'd be there, waiting, wanting to
continue on with the process.  Wanting to search for new ways to please her.

	Sometimes, she'd attempt to bring him pleasure in a similar way,
working on his hardened shaft with her mouth.  Teasing the sensitive skin
with her tongue, her teeth.  His growls of pleasure, echoing within his
chest.

	Or, they would join together in one of a variety of positions.
Nick was well schooled when it came to the possibilities of positioning.
And, was more than capable of providing pleasure in this method.

	They'd find a mutual release in this manner.  She, in her human
way.  He, both as man and vampire.  Then, lying in each other's arms,
they'd doze off in a light slumber.

	With Nick's unique physiology, he never failed to awaken ready for
another bout.  Tracy felt she'd be remiss were she not also up to the
challenge.

	Whether it was in the jacuzzi, or before the fire, he wanted to
share all possibilities with her.  His desire was to help her to experience
all he could of the pleasures he had learned.

	As enjoyable as these sessions were, Tracy felt they were far too
brief, and far too few.  She'd cry when it was time for them to part.  And
her tears would be joined by his.

	They felt exiled.  Rejected from their secluded world.  Back to
their established lives, their lives apart.  Back to living for the stolen
moments, the stolen nights, that they could share together.


###


	So it went, so they continued, until that night.  The night it all
fell apart.  The night Nick was shot.

	She knew she had to play the scene as if Nick was human.  The tears
were real.  She had no idea what might happen to him.  Could he really be
dead?  Would he leave?  And what would become of them?  No, there was no
reason to fake tears.

	Natalie had come, as Tracy hoped.  She didn't know what exactly the
coroner had done, what lies were told, but it had worked.  At least to a
point.

	Tracy nervously asked if she could see Nick.  Maybe seeing that he
actually was alive would help, would make it real.  Would give her hope.

	But those thoughts were crushed when it was apparent he lost his
memories.  Not only his memories of her, but of them.

	To make things worse, at this time he turned to Natalie.  Her
friend, her rival.

	Tracy realized if it hadn't been Natalie, it would be LaCroix.
Maybe it still would be.  Knowing this, understanding this, didn't make the
reality any easier.

	But that didn't mean she wouldn't again have her chance.  They'd
again work together.  And, eventually, his memories could return.

	All memories, including the memories of her, of them.  And although
she found it heartbreaking to be so close, but have to stay at a distance,
that hope warmed her.  It sustained her.

	And, she knew one day they would again be together.  Again be as one.

	All things are possible.

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