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This originally started as an N&N fic, but N&N wouldn't cooperate.
Sometimes stories just have to write themselves.
This is for the Cerk Perks out there (./~ waves to Shana and Laura).
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One Stormy Night with a Romance Novel (01/02)
by Cj [CjSachiko@earthlink.net]
http://members.tripod.com/~EngrCj
(c) September 1999
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The rain started to fall as Tracy left her apartment to respond to a
call to a crime scene. Nick was already on his way there from home.
Unfortunately, she'd forgotten her umbrella at work. By the time
she reached her car, her overcoat was twice as heavy with water.
The drive itself wasn't too bad. She didn't hit much traffic.
Most people seemed to want to avoid the roads. She hated being
called in on her night off. It'd been a while since she'd spent
a quiet night at home. With the rain falling the way it was, all
she wanted to do was curl up in a warm blanket with a steaming cup of
cocoa while reading a nice romance novel. A burst of lightning just
north of her brought her back to reality as she pulled up to the crime
scene.
"What's the deal?" She ducked beneath the yellow "do-not-cross" tape.
"It's not pretty." Nick replied, shaking the accumulated raindrops
from his trenchcoat.
She kneeled down, then lifted the sheet to view the body. The young
woman lay face up, her arms and legs were twisted in unnatural
directions. The blood mingled with the puddles of rain around her
and Tracy could tell by the injuries that the woman been run over
by a car. She straightened up and replaced the sheet. The car
was just up the street being photographed. Nearby a man was face
down on the ground being cuffed by uniformed officers. She could
almost feel her eyes stinging from the alcohol vapors as he howled
in protest.
"He decided he'd go for a little ride." Nick tilted his head
in the man's direction. "He claims he thought he'd hit a dog.
The witnesses say that he's her ex-boyfriend and that they'd
broken up." A clap of thunder surprised her and the downpour
increased. She sneezed.
"Open and shut case?" Tracy hoped deep inside that he'd offer to
do the write-up since he had been on the scene first. She reached
in her pocket for a tissue, but realized that it too was soaked.
She swiped her hair from her face, shivering as a gust of wind
passed by.
Nick nodded, grinning in amusement. "You know, you almost look
like a drowned cat."
"Gee, thanks partner." She crinkled her nose. "If you keep
complimenting me like that, I won't have to twist your arm to do
the report without me." Her voice dripped with sarcasm.
"It's no problem, Tracy. I'll do it." He looked skyward and a
flash of lightning lit his face. "I thought it was your night off."
"It *is*." She sighed.
"Reese must have forgotten." He shook his head. "Go home, get dry,
and read one of those cheesy romance novels you love so much."
"They are *not* cheesy." Tracy objected.
"Methinks she doth protest too much. Shoo, be off!" He waved
her away.
"Ha ha ha. I think I'm going to hurt myself laughing." The sarcasm
returned. As an afterthought she added, "Thanks partner."
While driving back home, her mood changed. Nick's comment about
"cheesy romance" had stung more than she admitted. She didn't want
to spent the entire night reading about some fictional romance. She
wanted a little romance for herself. She soaked in a bath, and
decided she'd go to the Raven. The last time she'd been there,
she'd seen many attractive men. She dressed in a simple black
dress. The hemline was long and for a second, she worried that
she would trip over it. The back of the dress showed plenty of
skin and the low cut front almost made her change her mind about
going out. Her naughty side won. She went to her closet and pulled
out a velvet cape. She bought years ago, but had never found an
occasion to wear it.
The rain had stopped, but there were occasional streaks of
lightning across the sky. She could feel the booms of thunder
vibrate the air. There didn't seem to be many patrons as she
walked past the bouncer. Tracy was disappointed as she stood
by the bar. There were enough people around, but there didn't
seem to be anyone that caught her attention. The flashes of
lightning flickered through the entrance as patrons came and
went. She felt the beginnings of a headache. She crossed her
arms on the bar and lay her head on her forearms. A crash of
thunder and a touch on her shoulder startled her.
"May I get you something?" LaCroix had seen her enter the club
with the velvet sweeping around her. Her pale skin contrasted
beautifully with the dark velvet as it lay below her shoulders.
The voice was familiar. It was the voice of the NightCrawler,
Lucien LaCroix, and the owner of the club. "Aspirin."
"Now, now. The storm can't be causing your head to hurt.
It's a glorious display of power. You should revel in
that power." Her hair had fallen forward and the nape of
her neck was open to his viewing. LaCroix traced the
porcelain skin with his eyes, wondering how it would taste.
He licked his lips, wondering how they'd become dry. She
looked up and noticed the quick movement.
In the darkness of the club his skin looked like pale marble
and wondered if it would be just as firm and cool to the touch.
She had suspected he was a vampire, and after Vachon's death.
Her suspicions were confirmed when he'd tried to hypnotize her
into forgetting about it. It hadn't worked. She decided to
take a risk. "And do you revel in *your* power?"
"Oh, yes." His voice was soft as the velvet she wore as he
whispered in her ear. He came closer to her and caressed the
exposed skin of her neck. He wasn't surprised that she remembered
what he was.
"Show me." The words were out of her mouth before she realized
what she'd said. His fingers were easing the headache away.
Disclaimers: See part 1.
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One Stormy Night with a Romance Novel (02/02)
by Cj [CjSachiko@earthlink.net]
http://members.tripod.com/~EngrCj
(c) September 1999
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He quirked an eyebrow. "And do you think you are capable of . . .
*handling* such power?" He pressed his body against hers and she
could feel his stiff manhood against her thigh.
She threaded her fingers through his short hair urging him to face
her. Her lips barely touched his as she responded in the same tone.
"Oh, yes."
The light touches of her fingers, as she whispered those words,
affected him in such a way that he hadn't felt in a very long time.
He pressed his cool lips against her warm ones for a chaste kiss. He
pulled away and their eyes met in silent agreement. Gesturing to Miklos,
he drank from a nearby goblet.
"Attend to the club for me, Miklos. I've some . . ." He paused,
watching her reaction. " . . . *business* to attend to." She shivered,
knowing she was playing with fire. "Shall we go?" His hand pressed
against the small of her back as he guided her to the back of the club.
The room LaCroix led Tracy to was decorated tastefully. An occasional
historical artifact lay here and there. Silk sheets and a silk
comforter covered the bed. The mounds of pillows looked inviting.
She turned to face him and he moved towards her.
"Where were we?" LaCroix held out his hand and pulled Tracy close.
"Oh, I remember." He pressed his lips against hers, urging them to
open. She deepened the kiss and moaned as his cool tongue invaded
her warm mouth. His hands pulled at the clasp of the cape and it
fell to the ground. Tracy began to unbutton his shirt, running her
hands over every inch of newly exposed flesh. It too fell to the floor.
He stopped her hands as she started to pull the zipper of his pants.
LaCroix showered Tracy's skin with cool kisses and licks until she
writhed in his arms. He enjoyed smoothing the skin of her back as he
massaged one breast, then the other with his lips. He led her to the
bed and lay atop her. He moved downward, tracing a path with his hands
and reached beneath the dress to remove her thong. She squirmed as his
fingers momentarily brushed through her folds. He pushed the cloth of
the skirt upwards until it bunched up around her hips. Tracy felt his
hands pull her knees up and hold them still. LaCroix's centuries of
experience made her scream his name over and over. His tongue and
mouth wreaked havoc on her senses until her voice was hoarse. He
slowed his pace, then moved away to divest himself of the remainder
of his clothing. Tracy pulled her dress off as well.
He lay between her legs, poised to enter. With a quick movement, she
flipped him over and knelt astride him. She held his hands, preventing
him from pulling her down to enter her. He was much stronger than she
was, but he decided to humour her.
"You wanted to know . . ." With a wicked grin, she used one hand to
caress his throbbing manhood, ". . . if I could *handle* your power."
He groaned as she squeezed the shaft. She leaned forward, teasing the
head of his cock by pulling it through her slick folds, but not granting
him entrance.
"Wench!" He growled. The transformation had been instant. Golden
eyes gleamed and he licked his descended fangs. She moaned in approval
as he rubbed the head of his cock over her clit. She eased onto him
slowly, savoring each inch that penetrated her. When she thought she
couldn't take him in any deeper, he pulled her down. She was tight
and his control wavered as her hot slickness enveloped him. He
grunted in approval as he was covered completely.
Her breasts brushed his chest as they began moving together as one.
She pumped her hips, meeting every thrust. Tracy buried her head into
his neck as she neared another orgasm. He slowed his pace slightly,
wanting to gently ease her over the edge. His own release was near.
He smelled the call of her blood, just as Vachon had once described it;
the scent of apricots and calla lilies filled his nostrils. Her inner
muscles clenched around him as she cried out in ecstasy. He wished to
share her pleasure and bit into her shoulder. Her blood was exquisite.
LaCroix licked the wounds so they would heal.
LaCroix cradled her in his arms. She'd just made love to a vampire,
and lived! Tracy trembled, afraid of what might happen next.
He interrupted the silence. "Are you cold?" He reached under and
scooted the edge of the comforter over them. She shook her head,
touched by his concern.
She said the first thought that came to her mind. "So, did I *handle*
you well?" A girlish giggle escaped her. She wiggled her hips, still
holding him inside her. He rolled over so she lay on her back. She
gasped as she felt him harden again, but he didn't move.
LaCroix caressed her cheek as he said, "I think I enjoy being *handled*
by you." He began to move with slow strokes. Tracy arched her back
higher with each penetration. "And you seem to be very capable of
*handling* me." LaCroix punctuated each word with a sharp thrust.
He stilled for a few seconds, letting her enjoy being filled by his
stiff shaft. Their eyes met and the pace quickened. He released a
growl as her inner muscles tightened around his shaft and she cried
for him to move faster, harder. He continued pounding into her, riding
with her over the wave. He bit into her other shoulder and shared his
pleasure with her. LaCroix knew this would be more than just a casual
one-night stand as he pulled out of her. She sighed at the loss and
snuggled into his embrace. They drifted off to sleep together.
LaCroix awoke feeling refreshed. He heard the sounds of the shower
running. He stretched, feeling like a content cat. The shower stopped,
and it was a few minutes before Tracy exited the bathroom. She greeted
him with a perky, "Good morning." She winked at him. "You look like the
cat that swallowed the canary."
He sat up then stood, not bothering to cover himself. "And why shouldn't
I?" He pulled her towards him, then kissed her lightly on the cheek.
He gestured at her clothed state. "Must you go?"
"I have to meet my mother for lunch, then get some real *rest* before
my shift tonight." Tracy fidgeted, beginning to feel awkward.
"Then I'll see you after your shift." He said matter-of-factly.
"Be careful out there, Detective. The storm isn't over." He brushed
a stray hair from her face and softly kissed her lips.
At lunch, her mother commented on how she was glowing. Tracy didn't
say a word about what was causing it. She slept the rest of the
afternoon until it was time for her shift.
Even Nick had noticed her content demeanor. He teased her. "Wow,
your latest novel must have been a good one."
"Yes, it was." Under normal circumstances she would have blushed.
"The last chapter was quite satisfying." He questioned her with a glance.
Tracy answered with a smug smile and looking forward to the next novel,
to be co-written with LaCroix.
The End
[End "One Stormy Night with a Romance Novel" (02/02)]
[CjSachiko@earthlink.net]
One small note: This was inspired by a summer storm that passed
through the area recently with fantastic lightning/thunder that
this area hadn't seen the likes of in about 20 years. Needless
to say, I didn't have my computer turned on, so I had to find
another form of amusement and started writing. Hope you enjoyed it!
-Cj
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