From: DragonLady [flubbs@flips.net]
Sent: Sunday, August 05, 2001 7:11 AM
To: Nick's Harem of Wives; FKFanFic2; fkfic-l@lists.psu.edu
Subject: [fkfanfic2] When the Night Wind Calls (01/02)

This is a Harem story. Nick is owned by Mr. Parroit and Sony-TriStar. They
haven't been very nice to him lately so he decided to step out for an
evening. Permission to archive granted to Mel at fkfanfic, Anita at
fkfanfic2, Amy at the Harem website. It will also be on my site once I get
it moved to visitorsplanet.com. Anyone else who'd like to archive it just
let me know so I can visit.

When The Night Wind Calls

  Morgan sat quietly at the bar, her finger absently tracing the grain
patterns in the wood. She took a sip from her wine glass and set it back on
the black napkin. She noted distractedly how easy it was to tell the vampire
clientele from the mortal patrons by the color of the napkins. She smiled to
herself wondering if anyone else had ever noticed. Her thoughts turned once
again to the reason for her melancholy. A few days earlier her sister-wife,
Enid, was bored and feeling a bit down so she had taken her out and shown
her a new use for the blood-link. . . the art of making mental love to a
vampire, specifically their husband, Nicholas. She had then wished Enid a
happy birthday and left her to enjoy the rest of the evening with Nick. She
was happy to help but as she sat alone at the bar she was thinking about how
long it had been since she shared an evening with Nicholas. Their monthly
dates were spent conversing over the phone since he lived in Toronto and she
lived in Scotland. Not that their phone dates were not satisfying, they
talked for hours about all kinds of things. They both shared a love of music
and art, archeology and ancient civilizations, myths and legends, and those
just scratched the surface. He sent her little gifts with handwritten notes
to let her know he was thinking of her even though an ocean separated them.
The delicate silver flask with the plum garnets and African amethysts filled
with Nick's blood that she shared with Enid was one such gift. She had
finally taken a trip to Toronto, arriving six weeks ago, and she still had
not been able to spend any time with him. She raised her glass in salute to
her reflection in the mirror behind the bar, "I suppose, lassie, it's my
turn to feel a little depressed."

  The bartender refilled her glass as she put it down. "What's the matter,
missy? You don't look quite yourself tonight," Miklos asked, his dark eyes
smiled knowingly.

  She smiled back at him. "Nothing really. I guess I'm just not in the mood
to socialize tonight."

  He put the bottle down on the bar beside her glass. "I think y'er just in
the mood to socialize with a certain someone," he said in his best imitation
Scottish brogue, "an' y'er wishin he were here, eh?"

  She chuckled quietly. "Aye. But he's been a bit tied up lately."

  He leaned across the polished wood and whispered, "I heard what you did
for the Lady Enid the other night. Why don't you treat y'erself to a little
o' the same? I happen to know he's home tonight. .  alone." He winked at her
suggestively.

  "Oh, ya do, do ya now?" Her green eyes sparkled with mischief. "Ahn just
how do ya know that?"

  He shrugged and wiped a cloth over the bar. "Had a case of his usual
delivered there tonight. My help is very observant."

  "I see," she said as she took another sip from her glass. "Well," she
stood and pushed her glass away, "then I need a bottle of your finest,
Miklos. . .  to go, please."

  He pulled a special vintage from a rack hidden under the bar and handed it
to her. "Enjoy," he said, grinning as he turned back to his other patrons.

End - Part One


Part Two

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  She flew through the dark sky, soaring on the brisk currents. The air was
cool and the clouds glowed softly with the light of the full moon behind
them. 'There's a fair wind ablowin tonight and it whispers my lover's name,'
she thought as the breeze caressed her. She reached out tentatively with her
senses and felt his presence close by. She shielded herself from him as she
landed quietly on his rooftop. Lying down at the edge of the skylight, she
peered down into his living room.

  He lay on the leather sofa, one hand behind his head, the other pointing a
remote at his large screen television. He wore a red and black silk robe. It
was belted across his waist and fell open at his thighs revealing his
muscular legs. His wavy blond hair drifted over his forehead and gave him a
youthful, tousled look.

  The sight and sense of him never ceased to take her breath away. She
pulled her silver flask from her coat pocket and took a small taste, his
essence warm on her tongue as she concentrated on his body. She imagined her
fingertips lightly stroking his muscular thighs and firm rear. Then she blew
gently in his ear and down across his jaw and throat.

  Nick froze as an odd sensation traveled across his legs. He took a deep
breath when he felt a cool breeze brush down his neck. 'What the?' he
thought, the remote dropping from his hand to clatter on the floor. He
smiled as the sensations floated across his chest and down towards. . . his
eyes opened wide. 'A wife,' he thought, 'this has to be a wife. But which
one?' He tried to pick out the strongest bond believing that would be the
wife closest to him but to his surprise she was blocking him. The link was
diaphanous, like a spider's fine web. He couldn't trace it to it's source.
'Enid?' he thought. She had done this to him a few night before, she
certainly had the power to drive him crazy like this. 'But no', he thought,
'Enid was bold and brash. She was thunder and lightning and raw heat that
drove him mad with passion.' He closed his eyes and groaned as the delicate
sensations rippled through him. 'This is sensual and sultry, soft and
feather-light. Passion that builds slowly like an incoming tide and then
crashes lustily on a rocky shore.' His nostrils flared as he caught the
scent of an ocean breeze and a deep green meadow. "Morgan", he whispered
throatily. He opened his eyes to focus on the skylight above. He stared up
into the most enchanting cat-green eyes he'd ever seen. The glowing clouds
behind her brought out the deep red highlights in her hair as it billowed
around her shoulders.

  She opened the skylight and floated gently down towards him.  He took the
bottle she held and set it on the floor, then smiled and opened his arms to
her. She settled against his broad chest as he enfolded her in his embrace.
"I've missed you, my love," he whispered seductively in her ear as he buried
his face in her soft hair. "This night is for us," he said as he joined with
her, body and mind, with a burning need that persisted well past dawn.


The End