Jan Wiles - 1999
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This story is rated ADULT for adult situations. If you aren't
at least 18 or this bothers you, then please don't read any
The characters of Natalie and Nick do not belong to me, but to
Jim Parriott and Sony/Tristar. I'm just going to have a
little fun with them. I'll give them back, honest!
Permission granted to archive to JADFE, Mel's fkfanfic website,
the FK ftp site and Mortal Love only. And the DarkNN site as well.
Explicit/graphic sex, M/F, Nick/Natalie.
Natalie hummed happily as she adjusted the diploma hanging
on the wall of her new office. They'd finally gotten
around to renovating the Coroners' Building, and giving the
staff individual space. High time, she thought. She was
heartily sick of sharing space, especially storage space
for records and files. The problems of having them lost or
misplaced had caused some real trouble in the past. It
would be nice to have someplace to keep things that should
Like Nick's records. She had been very careful to always
carry her journal with her, but now if she forgot once or
twice it'd be a relief to not worry so much about it. She
stepped back to eye her handiwork with approval, then
turned to survey the rest of the office. She even had a
small couch, although it was way too short to nap on. It
would probably do to examine Nick on, though.
Nick. She was so frustrated at their on-again, off-again
relationship. For a 800-year-old vampire, he was
stereotypically male in his fear of commitment. He'd driven
her to work that night, and kissed her cheek when he dropped
her off, but ran like the wind when she wanted more. Maybe
she'd be more able to get him in the mood with this nice couch.
She giggled at the thought of what she'd like to do to Nick
on that couch...running her hands, and lips, over every inch
of his skin...having him do the same to her, with loving
attention to detail. She could feel her nipples hardening,
begging for his touch. She could even feel her thighs
yearning to open for the penetration of his cool, hard penis...
"Oh, damn," Natalie sighed. Her very vivid fantasy had caused
her feminine juices to flow, so much so that her panties were
now uncomfortably wet. Grumbling with irritation, she searched
her desk for a plastic bag, then shut the door, slipped her
panties off and stuffed them in the bag. She put the bag in
her purse with a wry chuckle, reflecting that she'd have to
spend the rest of the shift on her feet in order to keep her
As she busied herself with the last few unpacking details, a
knock sounded at the door. She turned as the door opened, to
admit the subject of her fantasies. Nick's cheerful, "Nat,
how's it going?" both lifted her spirits and reminded her of
her frustration. He only got a few feet into the room before
he faltered to a stop, his nostrils flaring. Natalie realized
sheepishly that Nick could smell just how aroused she was.
His eyes darkened with what could only be an answering passion.
They stared at one another wordlessly for a moment, and then
she threw all caution to the winds.
The predator has just become the prey, she thought, as she
stalked towards him with the flowing movements of a panther.
His eyes widened as she approached, but he did not retreat.
Fatal mistake, she thought smugly.
He obviously decided on a humorous response. "So, am I in
trouble?" he queried lightly.
She reached towards him, past him, to shut the door and lock
it. "Uh huh, you bet. Loooots of trouble." She laid her
hands on his chest, then slowly slid them upwards to link
behind his neck. More trouble than you could possibly
imagine." She pulled him down, and herself up, enough to
kiss him passionately.
Nick hesitated, then embraced her hard, running his hands
sensuously over her back and shoulders. Natalie moaned
softly and pressed herself against him. She let her own
hands roam freely, enjoying the feel of his hard body even
through the shirt he wore. He broke free of her mouth to
lay feather-light kisses all over her face.
"So," he said between kisses, "just what kind of trouble
*am* I in?" Judging by the smile he could not hide, he knew
She began to unbutton his shirt. "How about this kind, for
starters?" She slipped her hands into the opening she had
created, and stroked her fingertips over his bare chest.
Her hands tingled from the contact with his silky skin,
encouraging her to explore farther.
Nick himself was busy as well, massaging his way from back
to front. He rubbed his hands in circular motions from her
sides to her belly, then up to cup her breasts in loving
hands. His thumbs teased her nipples to hard, sensitive
points, causing her to moan hungrily for more.
She opened her eyes (when had they closed?) to catch a smug
grin on his face, and a slight flash of gold in his eyes. He
held back for a moment, but she pursued him. He might be of
two minds about this, she thought, but *I'm* not, and the
majority always wins, right? She smothered a giggle as she
captured his mouth with hers and began a determined assault.
Natalie began by tenderly suckling on his lower lip, then
delicately stroked the inside of his upper lip with her
tongue. He eagerly responded by caressing her tongue with
his. She marveled at the coolness of him, and how wonderful
he tasted to her. Then, she drew his tongue deep into her
mouth and suckled hard. The groan he made seemed drawn up
out of the very depths of him.
Natalie boldly unbuckled his pants, undid the button and
zipper, and slipped her hands inside his shorts, cupping
his butt. She kneaded and massaged him, glorying in the
moans and growls she won from him. He claimed her mouth
hungrily, even savagely, and she realized it was time to
put him off-balance. She pushed his shorts and pants
down around his thighs, then took his rigid manhood into
her hands. It was of a perfect shape and size, and felt
like velvety silk over steel. Nick groaned and thrust
into her grip.
Natalie bumped Nick with her hips, causing him to sit
down on the couch suddenly. With a seductive smile, she
lifted her skirt and knelt astride his lap -- and impaled
herself on his upthrust cock, humming with delight. She
concluded from the mixture of startlement and avid arousal
on his face that he hadn't intended things to go quite this
far, but was having trouble objecting to the whole idea.
He stared at her with a mix of longing and concern in his
eyes, then gave in.
"So, are you going to have your wicked way with me?" Nick
asked, putting an expression of exaggerated fear on his face.
Natalie relaxed and purred, "Oh, my, yes...but I hadn't
heard much argument from you about it. I haven't even heard
the word 'no', yet!"
Nick's eyes widened ingenuously, and he asked, "What's that?"
She giggled, and pinched him. "You aren't screaming for help,
He cleared his throat a few times, and whispered, "I seem
to have developed laryngitis or something."
Natalie shook with suppressed laughter. "You aren't even
"Oh, yes, I am!" Nick thrust upward into her. "See?"
"Mmmmm...do that again," she murmured, moving with him. "I
just love it when my prey struggles."
They both lost it completely at that point. Nick in particular
collapsed against the back of the couch, nearly shouting with
laughter. Even through her own chuckles, Natalie noticed
that he never lost his "interest"; indeed, he seemed to grow
even larger and harder inside her. Finally, he managed to
stifle himself long enough to kiss her.
"Oh, Nat, I love you so much, you wonderful, funny woman," he
said happily, between kisses.
Tears came to her eyes. "Not any more than I love you, my
precious Nick." She caressed his cheek tenderly. "Don't
worry about all this--" she gestured to their joining, "just
let me handle everything and we'll be all right."
Nick smiled at her, absolute trust in his eyes. "'Passive'
isn't my strong point - you know that - but for you I'll do
Natalie leered at him. "*Anything?*" They chuckled together.
"All right, then, love, you just put your hands like this--"
she rested his hands on the couch seat, one to either side
of her, "--and leave them there. Then, you concentrate on
keeping that pesky vampire firmly under control. I'll handle
*this*," and she clenched her internal muscles firmly about
Nick's penis. He inhaled sharply and closed his eyes.
"Oh, I'll bet you'll 'handle' that with no trouble at all,"
he whispered huskily. He then asked plaintively, "I can't
move my hands?"
"No, you can't," Natalie answered firmly. "That should help
keep you out of trouble." She began to move upon him, riding
him gently. "Just sit on that vampire and think about how
wonderfully mortal this feels..." Natalie caressed his
shoulders and arms as she rose, then sank down upon him
again. "And to help with your nibble problem, I think
I'll keep your lovely mouth busy with something else." She
fastened her lips to his and refused to let go. Not that
Nick was *trying* to get away...
Nick was obeying instructions about not moving his hands,
but he was busy in other ways. He continually changed
his thrusts, now fast, now slow...and where had that
*circular* motion come from? At the same time, he was
both suckling on and tickling her tongue. The combination
was an assault on her senses that made it so very hard to
think. The most she could manage was to avoid his
extended fangs, and keep her mouth locked to his to muffle
Just then, he changed his angle of penetration to apply
pressure to her clit, and the bud of orgasm within her
belly blossomed. Her moan rose into a scream as she shook
with the force of her passion. As Natalie melted upon him,
Nick made a sudden convulsive thrust and roared into her
mouth. As she felt the cool bath within, she dimly heard
a ripping sound. At that moment of mutual triumph, it
didn't seem very important.
Nick relaxed with a sigh against the couch back, and
Natalie curled around him like a sleepy kitten. They
remained like this, for a timeless moment, then Natalie
sat back to regard him with a satisfied grin on her face.
"Wow," she breathed.
"Kaboom," Nick agreed, contentedly.
Natalie laughed, and caressed his face tenderly. "And all
that worrying came to naught. Everything was just perfect."
Nick settled his arms around her waist. "Well, now, I
wouldn't say that." He grinned crookedly.
She was puzzled, and said so. "What, pray tell, was wrong
with that wonderful experience?" A wisp of white drifted
across her vision.
"That's what's wrong, I'm afraid," Nick replied ruefully,
indicating the pale tendrils. He glanced beside her, and
Natalie followed his gaze, only to find more white strands
floating out of a gaping hole in the couch surface. Nick's
fingers had obviously clawed deep into the upholstery.
She quickly looked to the other side to find a matching rip,
and suppressed a giggle with difficulty. "Ooops!"
She pretended to glare at Nick, who responded with his best
little-boy-lost look. Unable to maintain her pose of
irritation, she hugged him and reassured him, "Don't worry,
I'll just buy a cover for it. To be with you, I'd gladly
sacrifice any number of couches." She kissed the tip of his
"Why, thank you, milady." Nick said sweetly. Just then,
they heard noise in the hall outside. "I'm afraid, though,
that we'd better get back to work."
Natalie rose hastily, and began covering up the evidence of
the crime. "Just as long as we continue this 'discussion'
Nick grinned at her as he reassembled himself. "Oh, I
promise we will. In a more relaxed atmosphere, at *great*
True to his word, Nick was right on time at the door.
"Your chariot awaits, milady!" he announced cheerfully,
with an outrageous wink at Grace. To his surprise, he
received a wink and leer in return. He whispered to Natalie,
"What was that about?"
Natalie shushed him for a moment, then gathered up her
things and waved to Grace as she left. Once they were in
the car and on their way, she giggled and admitted, "I'm
afraid we were overheard."
"What? You mean...earlier?" If Nick could have blushed,
his face would surely have burst.
"Yep." For some reason, Natalie did not seem terribly
Nick asked hastily, "It *was* just Grace, right?"
Natalie grinned. "I should tell you it was the whole
staff...but no, it was just her."
Nick gave her a dirty look, then tentatively asked, "Well,
what did she say?"
Natalie drawled, "Oh, not much. Just...'you go, girl!'"
And she burst out laughing again.
As embarrassed as he was, Nick could not help laughing with
her. "I suppose men and women aren't that different after all."
"And what is that supposed to mean?" She tried to look severe
and failed miserably.
Nick grinned, knowingly. "It would seem that you ladies crow
about it too!" He elbowed her in the ribs, gently.
"Oh, Nick, sometimes you're such a pain in the butt," Natalie
Nick drew himself up mock-indignantly, looking down his
nose at her. "I'll have you know that I am a genuine,
certified pain in the neck." He bared his fangs at her.
Natalie slid closer to him. "You've been--", she pinched his
right buttock, "--demoted."
Nick had barely pulled the car over before a ferocious
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