(Adultus) Night Interlude by Knightshadowwrtr@yahoo.com No infringement of any one's rights intended. I'm just borrowing these characters for this fanfic. Thank you to KC Smith for the Beta work on this story. Permission to archive this in Jadfe and any other list, just let me know. Night Interlude Natalie came from the bathroom, rubbing her hair with a towel to take most of the water from it. She stopped short when she realized she was not alone. LaCroix stood near the bedroom door that led to her balcony. He was immaculately dressed. The curtain billowed up around him. Natalie gasped, but her voice was steady. "What do you want?" She threw the towel on the bed and the long damp strands of hair fell around her shoulders. His eyes raked over her body. "I want you." He said in a low, dangerous whisper. Natalie felt her body shake with fear and excitement. She turned away and went to sit on her dressing table bench, picking up a brush and beginning to brush her hair. She could see that he was still watching her. "That's absurd, I don't want YOU." She met his eyes in the mirror. He came close now, his hand reaching out to touch her damp hair and ran it gently over the length of her hair. "I can be very gentle." "Till Death do us Part," she said, sarcastically. "No one needs to die here." "I do not want to be brought across, LaCroix." He reached for her hand and took the brush from her fingers. "I can make love to you without death, or changing you," he said, and started to comb her hair. Natalie stared at his reflection. "But Nick said…" "Nicholas is young, I am very old and know a lot of things he does not. It can be done." "Why me?" She closed her eyes now, letting him brush her hair. His voice seemed to lull her into a sense of safety. "He treats you like a pawn. He doles out bits of affection to string you along. Yet at this moment he lies with Janette." Natalie stiffened. "I know," she admitted in a whisper, squeezing her eyes tightly against the truth. His hand froze. "You knew!" She looked into the eyes of his reflection. She saw his surprise and then it seemed to turn to admiration. "You are a strong woman, Natalie. I have watched you these last years. You meet my kind head on, without fear. You were barely startled when you found me here tonight." He began to brush her hair again, smoothing it down as he went with his other hand. "I ask you again, why me, LaCroix? You can have any woman you want. Do you want to throw this back in Nick's face?" Natalie's hair was now in soft, thick curls around her shoulders. LaCroix continued to stroke her hair. "I want to show you that you can be cherished. I want you to know that you are desired." He took her hand now and turned her, drawing her to her feet. He bent his head capturing her lips; kissing her as he slipped his arms around her body, drawing her against him. Natalie tried to draw back a moment and then let him kiss her deeply. She wanted, no, she NEEDED to be wanted; to be made love to. Years of denied passion bubbled to the forefront as she slipped her arms around his shoulders and held on tightly. He suddenly pushed her away and held her at arm's length. "You must allow me to take the initiative. I need to be in charge. I need to be able to control the beast. Aggression, even in the heat of passion, can bring it forth. Can you do this, Natalie?" She stood, feeling his fingers biting into her arms. She nodded. "I can do it." "Good." He now stepped back and took his jacket off, and laid it over a chair. He kicked off his shoes and pulled his socks off, then he undid his belt and placed it with the jacket. He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled the tails from his pants, before he stepped forward and held out his arms. "I have to leave some of the fun up to you." He smiled. She stepped forward and undid the row of buttons then leaned in, kissed the cool flesh of his chest. He caressed her cheek as she kissed him. He drew the strap of her gown down from her shoulder and kissed her shoulder, then her chest. His hands caressed her body through the soft silk material of her gown. She pressed herself into his hand enjoying his touch. He was so gentle. She loved the taste of his mouth and the way his tongue caressed hers. She ran her hands over his bare chest, and then pushed the shirt off his shoulders. Capturing a nipple as she tossed the shirt aside, she was surprised to hear him moan with pleasure. He slipped his hands down her sides to her hips, gathered the material of her gown in his hands, and with a quick movement drew the gown up and over her head. She pressed herself against him a bit self- consciously. He gently pushed her back. "Let me look at you," he whispered. His eyes caressed her as he stood back and looked at her. He then held his arms out and he came close again. "You are beautiful, Natalie," he said, caressing a breast. She looked up into his face and saw his pleasure in her, and she felt so cared for. "I want to see you, Lucien." She tugged at the fastenings of his pants, then slowly undid the zipper. She slid her hands into the waist of his pants and back around to squeeze his buttocks. She glanced at his face and saw him close his eyes and throw his head back. He was enjoying her touch. It spurred her on. She pushed his pants down over his hips and they dropped to the floor in a soft swish. He stood there only in shiny Speedos. "Why Lucien, you surprise me. I thought you might be a boxer man." "And deprive you of this amazing sight?" he chuckled. Natalie laughed, pleased with his teasing and the sound of his pleasure. She dropped to her knees and slid her hands up his legs. There was a thick white hair covering them. She laid her cheek against him and felt the thick rigid member beneath the smooth fabric. She looked up at him and found he'd crossed his arms and closed his eyes. He was allowing her to do as she pleased. She pulled on the Speedos and released the pent up shaft. She caressed him with her fingers, palms and tongue, finally reaching the tip and running her tongue along the thick head dipping into the folds. "Natalie!" he groaned. She sucked on the tip only a few moments, before he dipped and brought her to her feet. She saw that his eyes had gone amber and he closed them and fought with himself for a moment. When he opened them again they were icy blue. "You must let me take over now." He bent, picked her up and carried her to the bed. He laid her down, then got onto the end of the bed. He took her feet, guiding them up toward her buttocks, and spread her legs. He ran his hands from her knees down to her inner thighs. She squeezed her eyes shut, embarrassed, but so thrilled with his touch. She gasped as his lips kissed down one side and then the other. Then his fingers parted her folds and dipped in. She was wet with desire and cried out with pleasure, thrusting herself against his fingers, her fingers digging into the bed sheets. Then he dipped his cold tongue into her fiery warmth and she sighed with pleasure. His hands ran down the outsides of her legs, cupping her buttocks and drew her up. She buried her hands into the short stubbles of hair on his head and urged him deeper. He thrust his tongue in and drank in her juices. He sucked on her clitoris until she screamed in orgasm against his mouth. As she cried out, he moved quickly, thrusting himself deeply into her and feeling the last of her orgasm as he covered her mouth with a deep kiss. He then started to move in and out, thrusting gently. Natalie arched her back to allow him access to tease and suck on her breasts as he drew back. He was very slow and very deliberate, nearly withdrawing, and then thrusting hard and deep. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his thighs and held on, moaning with pleasure. His rhythm increased and he threw his head high. "I must take a little of your blood. I promise it won't be much," he whispered, panting with emotion. She smiled into his face and turned to bare her neck. "Take me, Lucien." He bent and very slowly and gently licked at the large artery, then deftly planted his fangs into the soft flesh of her neck as he thrust hard and deep. Natalie felt herself come just as Lucien did, and she saw him and felt him and was a part of him. She didn't see his past crimes against humanity. What she saw, was all the times he had watched her with Nick and had regretted that his son was taking advantage of her. She saw and felt how much he cared for her and that he possibly loved her, but had not yet admitted it to himself. She was beautiful and desirable in his eyes, and as his seed pumped into her body she orgasmed again, and cried out his name and clung to him. She felt him withdraw from her neck and lick the wounds. She regretted his having to separate himself from her. The oneness she had felt was so much, so amazing, she wished it could have gone on and on. He kissed her once and then was gone, and she saw him across the room pulling a bottle of blood wine into the room from the balcony, and gulping down the contents, then another. He then came back and climbed into the bed and drew her close to his body, entwining his legs with hers. "That was incredible." They both said in union, then they laughed and kissed. Lucien caressed her breasts, not having given them much attention earlier. She became so drowsy from loss of blood and such contentment, she snuggled against him and let him hold her. "I want you to bring me across," she whispered. "I want to stay with you forever." He smiled against her forehead as he pressed his lips there. "We will talk about it when you are recovered. Let's sleep now." They slipped into a deep contented sleep. There were decisions to make and confrontations with Nick, but for now there was a contentment neither had known in a very long time, and a peace seemed to enfold them as they slept.