Mid(k)night Fantasies

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Mid(k)night Fantasies
© Luc 2002

He had kissed her goodbye.

Chastely as a brother, as he'd always done before that fateful night
in his loft. Well, not always. There had been Valentine's Day and the
night when he'd been shot and didn't remember that he was a vampire.
Natalie sighed. That had been the only time they had a chance to be
close without his fear of hurting her making him tear away in panic.

Natalie sighed once more as the memories of that special night flooded
her mind. The sensation made her shiver. Then she remembered that
other night when she'd begged him to make love to her and he had
almost killed her. That had been over a year ago. They had kept a safe
distance from each other since then. Emotionally as well. She had
built a wall around herself out of the disappointment she felt,
because Nick wanted to let her die.

But if she was true to herself, she still loved him and wanted to be
with him.

Get a grip on yourself, Lambert, Natalie chided herself as she walked
through her dark apartment. She was tired. The night had left her with
several bodies waiting for her treatment in the morgue. Some sicko had
slaughtered the employees of a gas station he'd robbed. Nick and his
new partner, Adam, had been assigned to the scene and Nick had offered
to take her home afterwards as her car was still in the repair shop.

They had talked little in the car. That was what it was like now.
Professional small talk and discussing new ideas for a cure, nothing
too personal. It was utterly frustrating.

Natalie shook her head. Why couldn't it be like before? Well, because
you won't let him, Lambert. Nick tried, she knew, to make it up to her
but she blocked him off.

May be a shower would help her take her thoughts away from that
subject. Natalie shed her clothes and just left them crumpled on the
bathroom floor.

She let the hot water pour over her body until her skin was flushed
and the heat made her drowsy. She toweled herself off and slipped on a
silk robe that had been a gift from Grace for her 35th birthday. It
was a deep blue like the sea. Or Nicks eyes, she thought. There, here
he was again invading her thoughts.

Natalie opened the windows and the balmy night air tousled her unruly
curls. She went to the bed, put a CD into the little stereo on her
nightstand and slipped under the covers. The soft strands of a Chopin
nocturne lulled her to sleep.

***

Up on the roof of the building opposite Natalie's Nick stood and
watched as the light in her bedroom went out. After he'd dropped her
off, he just couldn't bring himself to drive home. Instead, he'd taken
a little spin over the city to clear his head and then settled on the
roof to watch her. I miss you so much, Nat, I hope you know that, he
whispered softly. He was inclined to remain here, protecting her
sleep, until the rising sun would compel him to leave.

***

Nick's loft. What was she doing here? She couldn't remember. Actually
she couldn't see anything, but she knew she was in his loft. She could
hear piano music. Was that him playing?

Something touched her hair in the pitch-black darkness. She gasped and
tried to run away but she couldn't move. She stood there as if rooted
to the spot. She felt hands glide over her arms. His hands. His voice
was whispering softly into her ears but she didn't understand what he
was saying. She shivered as he swept her hair to the side and pressed
his lips to her cheek. She moaned slightly. Oh God, it felt so good!
His touch was like soft rain on her skin and his cool lips left a
trail of fire on her neck. She could feel the slight scraping of his
fangs on her skin but she wasn't afraid. She wanted this, wanted him
to finally take her.

His hands found her breasts and she pressed herself into the touch,
her nipples hard with anticipation. He laughed, a joyous sound that
made her head spin. She offered her neck and he took her.

His fangs sank into her flesh and she felt her blood spurt into his
mouth as the memories of his life flooded her. Her knees went weak as
the orgasmic rush of it swept over her. She screamed  his name into
the darkness . . .

***

Had he heard something? Yes, there it was again. A slight moan came
from Natalie's bedroom. Something must be wrong with her. Was she ill?

Nick was on her balcony in one swift motion. He stepped through the
open door and saw her lying on the bed. The cover had dropped to the
ground. She obviously had kicked  it off. The sight of her took his
breath away. With the clear perception of his vampire sight he noticed
the silk of her robe. It had slipped open bearing one of her breasts.
It looked like a ripe apple, warm and soft, the nipple hard. Nick felt
a slight pulling sensation in his groin. I should be going, he
thought. He felt a little bit embarrassed. Natalie wasn't ill, she was
obviously having a very beautiful dream.

She moaned again and her hand went to her breast to tease her own
nipple. Nick's mouth felt dry. He sensed the sweet smell of her blood
and the rich musky scent of her arousal. Her heartbeat echoed in his
head. Oh God, he thought. Control yourself and leave now!

But he couldn't. He stood there staring at her, transfixed.

Then she mumbled something he couldn't understand. Slowly he walked
over to the bed ignoring the screams in his head: Leave! Leave!

Natalie threw her head back and screamed his name.

Nick stumbled backwards in astonishment. She was dreaming of him!

Without really knowing what he was doing he knelt down beside her and
started kissing her face. Still sleeping, Natalie turned her head
until her mouth found his. They locked into a searing kiss. Then all
of a sudden her eyes flew open.

"Nick?" She didn't draw back from him as he'd expected.

"Yes. I heard you and thought you were ill. So I came to see if you
were alright. Then I found you like this…"

The look in his eyes left Natalie in no doubt that he was fully aware
of what the dream had done to her. "Are you mad at me, Nat?"

"No, although I should be. You're in line for a good telling-off in
the morning. But now you know what I feel for you. I want you and I
don't want to wait any longer, Nick. Don't leave me like this."

"I won't, but you are aware of what could happen?"

"Yes, and I want it. If I have to spend one more night without you,
I'm going crazy. Love me tonight, Nick!"

His answer was another passionate kiss that left her breathless.
Hastily she started to unbutton his shirt. She pulled at the soft
fabric so roughly that it tore under her hands. A wicked grin crossed
Nick's face.

"You want me that badly?"

"Yes!" she moaned. Her hand went to his pants and she unbuckled his
belt. Suddenly she stopped in midmotion.

"What's wrong?" Nick panted.

This time it was Natalie's turn to smile mischievously.

"I know you can see me perfectly well in the dark, but I don't have
that ability. Turn the light on, Nick!" Her tone was commanding. "I
want to see you." Her voice was deep and husky. Nick rushed to comply
to her wishes.

In vampire speed he vanished to the living room, found the drawer
where Nat kept the candles, took out a good dozen and started to set
them up in the bedroom.

Natalie giggled, She normally hated when Nick moved that fast but
sometimes that ability came in real handy.

In almost no time he had lit the candles and drawn the curtains over
the windows and the balcony door. Then he stood in front of the bed
presenting himself to Natalie's gaze. "Does my lady like the sight she
sees?"

"Oh, yes, she does indeed. But she'd enjoy it even more if her knight
wasn't wrapped up in so many garments."

Nick chuckled, a wicked look on his face. He slowly let the torn shirt
slip from his shoulders, the drew the belt out of the loops of his
jeans.

Natalie marveled at the sight of his perfect alabaster skin in the
golden light of the candles. His hair reflected the light, too,
looking like dark gold. She noticed that tiny flecks of gold were in
his eyes but it only added to her excitement. He was beautiful and in
this moment she understood the many women who had succumbed to his
charms over the centuries.

He slowly unzipped his jeans and slid them down. Natalie gasped. He
wasn't wearing underwear. Her gaze fixed on his erection. He wanted
her alright.

She reached out her hand and beckoned him closer. "Come, Nick, come to
me."

He took her hand and let her pull him down on the bed with her. Her
lips found his and they melted into each other's embrace. His tongue
started to explore her mouth and she let her own tongue slide
teasingly over his corner teeth. A low growl emanated from deep within
his chest. She laughed softly. Nick's answer was to let his hands
wander over her back down to her buttocks. He cupped one of them and
drew her close to his hips. The feeling of his hardness pressing
against her belly made her gasp. His lips moved down her throat to her
breasts. He teased the nipples with his tongue and Natalie closed her
eyes to the sensation. Her breathing became erratic and soft moans
escaped her lips. Nick smiled. He enjoyed watching her giving herself
over to the lust. Slowly his hands moved from her back to the front of
her belly. His fingers slid between the folds of her sex. He could
feel the heat radiating from her and the slickness his touch had
created. Natalie threw her head back and pressed herself into his
touch. He gently caressed the hard nub and a soft scream escaped
Natalie. Then it was his turn to gasp as her hand had found its way to
his belly. She closed her fingers around his shaft and started to
stroke it. He felt his teeth coming out and his eyes turn to amber
with the sensation. He clamped his jaws together. Not yet, he thought.
Not before she's satisfied. His control over his beast was stronger
now than it had been that night in the loft. He had given up the diet
of cow's blood and gone back to donated human. Something Nat didn't
know yet.

His thoughts returned to the present and the panting woman in his
arms, Nat was close to climax, he sensed that. Slowly he started
kissing his way down over her belly until his tongue replaced his
fingers. Nat bucked under his touch, her fingers grabbed his hair and
pulled his head down. He tasted her, felt her heat. Finally she
spasmed under his touch and screamed his name as she had done in her
dream.

She opened her eyes to look at him. "Take me, Nick," she panted and he
willingly followed her orders. He moved himself into a sitting
position and lifted her over him. She straddled him and sank down on
his throbbing shaft.

The sensation of her heat engulfing him, once more triggered the
change. This time he let it happen. Slowly he stared moving inside
her. Deep thrusts that made her moan and shudder in his embrace. She
wrapped her legs around him and pulled him closer. She pulled him into
a kiss and felt his fully extended fangs. She let her tongue dance
with them until a growl came from Nick. He had opened his eyes and
they shone a fierce dark amber. A smile crossed her face. "Now, Nick,"
she said putting all the love she felt into the words. She pulled his
head towards her neck and as his fangs pierced her flesh she climaxed
once more.

Nick's release came the same moment her blood gushed into his mouth.
Ah, the sweet essence of her life filling him once again. But this
time he'd do it right. After the last shudder of his own orgasm had
faded, he withdrew his fangs from her neck. Nat fell limply into his
arms, but her heartbeat, although not as strong as a few moments
before, assured him that he hadn't taken too much. He laid her down on
the pillows and gently wiped the strands of wet hair from her face
that was beginning to turn pale as the bloodloss became evident.

He lay down next to her and started to whisper words of love in to her
ear to coax her back from the light. Back to him and forever.

Finis

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