Well, this is my first fiction, adult or otherwise.  It is 
very short and more like a scene from a story, than an entire 
story.   Please be kind.

DISCLAIMERS:  Nick, Natalie, and the gang, and Forever Knight 
were created by James D. Parriott and Barney Cohen and are 
owned by Columbia/TriStar.  No copyright infringement is 
intended.

WARNINGS:  Short though it is, this story is ADULT and if 
such fiction offends you, do NOT read and hit the DELETE key.

DEDICATION:  You can blame the posting of this story on the 
N&NNUTS on IRC and their encouragement/harrassment, and 
especially on TexasBrat, KnightOwl, and NightLady.  Thanks.

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Alone No More
by NiteMar
(c) May 1999

     The hot, steamy water beat down on her tired, sore body.  
She leaned into the warmth and the languid touch of the water 
as it enveloped her in its warm wet cocoon.  Her day had been 
such a hard one.  The atrocities man commits upon man.  As 
much as she had seen, the condition of tonight’s murder victim 
truly sickened her.  As the water caressed her scalp and long 
tresses, it fell over her face blending with the tears as they 
fell, hidden from the world. 
     She wished Nick had stopped in that evening, even if 
briefly. Sometimes just a shared look gave her the comfort she 
needed.  She wished he were here now.  But she found out that 
he had booked off for the night.  She wondered if everything 
was ok.. 
     Nick had taken the evening off work angsting more than 
usual.  He couldn’t hide it anymore.  He needed her in his 
life, and not just as a friend.  What he was afraid of most 
was not that he would take too much blood from her, or that 
he was truly afraid of bringing her across, but of her seeing 
him in his entirety.  All of him, the man and the beast all 
the things he had done in the past, all the things he was in 
the past.  And he knew if they shared blood, she would know 
it all.  Would she still want him?  Could she love him still?  
He was afraid, but couldn’t stand it anymore pretending to be 
just friends, hoping no one noticed his looks of longing, his 
smiles when he thought of her or when she first entered a 
room.  He couldn’t play that game anymore.
     Nat took a sip of wine that she had poured for herself, 
a deep red Merlot matching the silk robe she wore.  Grace 
gave her the robe for her last birthday after she saw her 
pink terry terror.  When Nat had been sick with a bad case of 
the flu, Grace insisted on helping her take care of Sydney 
and some things around the apartment.  The calming warmth of 
the wine soothed her as she returned to her bedroom.  The 
coolness in her room abruptly stunned her until she noticed 
the french doors were open.  Then she saw him, standing in 
the corner.  Smiling, she set down her wineglass and eagerly 
stepped towards him.
     "Nat, I need..I want.."
     As she got close to him, she could see his beautiful 
blue eyes, reflecting the struggle he was having with his 
words.  Nat reached up around Nick’s neck, lacing her fingers 
through his blonde curls, pulling him in a tender kiss.  
After a few moments, Nick pulled back and buried his head 
into her thick hair, breathing heavily.  Nat realized that 
he was struggling for control.  She reached for his face and 
gently pulled it from its safety of her hair.
     "Nick, look at me."
     His eyes remained closed.
     "Nick."
     Slowly, he opened his eyes to reveal the golden hue.
     "Nick, I love you."
     Nick was so overwhelmed with love for this woman in his 
arms, this gift he didn’t deserve.  
     Huskily, he told her, "I can’t deny what I feel anymore, Nat."
     His lips grabbed hers in a searing kiss.  Tongues dueled.  
Nick, holding Nat’s shoulders, turned her back to the wall, 
pressing his manhood against her burning core of desire.  Nick 
slid his hand under her robe on her shoulder, slipping it down her 
arms as it fell to the floor.  Nick stepped back and stopped to 
gaze at her nude body,  making her feel like a blushing virgin.  
Nick moaned as the bulging in his pants grew painful.  Nat started 
to reach for his zipper to relieve him, but Nick quickly grabbed 
her arms and held them pinned over her head as he again leaned 
into a searing kiss and pressed into her, moaning on her lips.  
With one hand, he held her arms and the other hand reached to 
caress her moist curls, flicking a finger just inside to feel her 
readiness.  She moaned in protest when he removed his hand.  But 
only to relieve his jeans of the bulging member.  He again reached 
for the moistness and his fingers reached deep to draw out her 
juices.
     "Oh, Nick, please.  Let me touch you."
     Ignoring her pleas, Nick nuzzled her neck and his fingers 
continued their wet caress.  His tongue licked her sweet skin, as 
he felt her blood call to him.  The aroma of cinnamon and cloves.  
His fangs scraped against her tender skin and he licked the few 
droplets that was pure Natalie.  In the ecstasy of tasting her 
blood, one of Nat’s arms slipped from his grasp.  She immediately
took advantage and reached to touch his swollen member that he 
had only teasingly pressed against her so far.  At her touch, a 
low growl emanated from his chest and he gazed into her eyes with 
deep golden ones.  He put his hands on her rear, lifting her up 
and lowering her onto his throbbing manhood as she wrapped her 
legs around him.  Leaning into her against the wall, he moaned as 
her warmth enclosed his cool member.  As he stroked inside of her, 
she met his thrusts. The rhythm built as his cool member buried 
itself deeper into her hot core.  Nat moaned as she edged closer 
and closer to release.  
     He again nibbled at her neck.  This time his fangs pierced 
her flesh and he drank.  He drank of his love.  He saw her life, 
her struggles, and her pain.  Her pain at the ugliness in this 
world.  And he saw her love.  Her love for him.  It filled him and 
his release came from her blood with a  taste of her own release.   
     She saw into his past.  All that he had been through.  It 
went by so fast.  So much pain and loss.  So much that he had done 
long ago -just as he had said many times.  Yet, that was a different 
man.  She loved Nick and now knew how much he loved her, for she 
saw that too.  As he released her neck and eased her down, he looked
to her passionate eyes.  Nick sighed in relief and his arms tightened 
around her as he realized she was ok.
     Breaking the silence, Nat asked, "Nick, stay the day with me?"
     Nick looked at her with blue eyes and smiled.  He knew she 
truly loved all of him.  She had seen it in his blood.
     "You couldn’t keep me away."

<finis>

Thanks for reading,
NiteMar

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