Natalie was just about to open the sliding door to Nick's loft, when suddenly, the door slid open in front of her. Natalie almost dropped the load she was carrying when she saw Nick there. His hair was dripping wet. The water ran in lazy rivulets down his naked torso, only to disappear into the white towel that was wrapped tightly around his waist.

Nick stepped back to allow Nat entrance into the loft. She set the bags down on the coffee table.

"Are those the costumes?" Nick asked.

"The only ones left! You gave me such short notice!"

"Sorry, Nat the Captain gave ME short notice!"

"Well, you could have called me when he told you, so I wouldn't have had to run all over town! Serves you right if it's too small!" Nat wouldn't have minded in the least if Nick's costume was too tight for him!

As Nick began to rifle through the bag, Nat noticed that his towel had begun to slip. As Nat was admiring the way the water droplets began to make their way down, Nick dropped the mask to the costume.

"Batman?" Nick asked.

"Yep...anything wrong with Batman?" Nat asked.

"No, no...it's just that it looks...uh kinda revealing...that's all."

Natalie smirked. "So?"

"So...so what are YOU going as?"

"Catwoman."

"Really?" Nick looked in the bag again and brought out a small scrap of material. "What's this Nat? Your mask?"

"No...it's my costume." Nick gasped...and then his towel slipped again. His towel was dangerously close to falling. Nat was grinning madly. Nick tugged on the towel. Nat tugged on the towel.

"Nat! What are you doing?" Nick gasped.

"We have to get you out of that towel and into your costume!"

"I can do it, Nat!"

"I can help you! That leather is REALLY tight, you are going to need help getting it on!"

"I can get it on all by myself, thank you!  But, Nat! I can't do it with you standing there!"

"Would you like me to sit then?" Nat asked.

"No! Turn around!" Nick ordered.

Nat turned and headed towards Nick's stereo. She then heard the sound of damp terrycloth hitting the hardwood floor. Natalie noticed that she could see Nick's reflection in the vase that sat beside the stereo. She adjusted the vase accordingly. And there Nick stood. In all his glory...in his birthday suit...buck nekkid... Natalie dropped the vase.

Nick heard the vase shatter, picked up his towel and ran towards Nat. Luckily, Nat had cut her finger and needed that towel. It was a small cut...but Nat milked it for all it was worth!

"Nick! Help me!" She smirked. Nick grabbed Nat's hand and shrugged.

"Nat! It's only a pinprick."

"But, Nick! I need something to stop the bleeding..." She smiled. "Your towel would help."

"Nat...I'll go get a Band-Aid..."

"Nick, don't go! I feel...I feel..."

"What you are feeling is not my towel, Nat!"

Nat grinned sheepishly..."Sorry."

"Nat, do you want to go sit down for a moment? You look a little flushed."

Nat watched as his towel levitated from the front and defied gravity. Nat sighed. "Nick! I feel faint..could you carry me to the couch?"

Nick gently placed Nat down on the sofa and walked over to the kitchen. He accidentally walked over the floor vent and his towel blew up, exposing his assets. Natalie wolf whistled and pretended to faint. Nick rushed to her side. Natalie feigned delirium. And in her thrashing, not only pulled Nick's towel off and threw it across the room, but simultaneously pulled Nick down on top of her.

"Nat! You are delirious!"

"And you, Nick...are delicious!" Natalie threw Nick onto his back and...made the couch squeak.

"Nat! What are you doing?" Nick demanded.

"What I should have done a long time ago!" Nat grabbed her Catwoman tights from the bag on the coffee table.

"What are you going to do with those, Nat?"

Natalie tied the hose around Nick's mouth and made a gag. Then Nat dug into the bag again a produced a whip.

"Mrmgphh, mjhrghhphh?"

"Shut up and lay there like a good boy..."

Nat grabbed several pieces of leather from the bag and tied Nick's hands together. Nat saucily reached into the bag and produced a jar of Creamy Peanut Butter.

Nat looked at Nick. Nick looked at Nat. Nat began to spread the peanut butter. She started at Nick's feet...up to his ankles, to his calves, his knees (dipping into the jar several times), then to his thighs. Nick was staring at her, wide-eyed. Natalie reached into the bag again and pulled out a pair of really, really small leather pants. She began to slide the pants up Nick's legs. She slid them over his ankles...his calves...his knees...his thighs, until she couldn't slide them up any more. She grabbed the obstacle that 'stood' in her way. Natalie tried desparately to push it down, but it just kept popping back up. Natalie pushed so hard, she almost broke it off.

"Stupid zipper thingy!" She yelled. "Gotcha!"

She pulled and yanked and pulled some more. She pulled so hard that she toppled off of Nick and the couch. Nat was determined to get those pants on Nick. She grabbed a pair of pliers. Nick looked frightened. The door to the loft suddenly slid open.

Nat's head snapped up at the sound of the door, and she found herself staring at Don and Myra Schanke. Don was dressed as Julius Cesear and Myra was Cleopatra. Thinking quickly, Nat shoved Nick further down into the couch and slapped a convenient pillow over his face. She knew that he couldn't sufficate, so she wasn't worried.

"MMMPH!" Nick said from under the pillow.

"Hi Don, Myra," Nat said with a fixed grin. Beneath her she felt Nick stiffen.

"Myra and I thought we'd check and see if you and Nick were about ready for the party" Don said looking around.

Nat squirmed as she felt Nick's hands on her butt. She tried not to squeak as he managed to touch the inside of her thigh.

"UMM, we're ah, almoooost ready." Nat said.

Schanke looked at her closely, "You okay Nat? You seem a little jumpy."

"Just fine!" Nat said as she managed to stand up. There was a whoosh of air and Nat swayed slightly on her feet as Nick used his vampire speed to get off the couch and upstairs. Nat nearly fainted with relief. Her relief was short lived however, as she heard Nick call from upstairs.

"Oh Nat, would you mind coming here for a minute, I need you to help me with something."

Schanke wondered why Nat suddenly turned the color of a beet, but he and Myra crossed to the couch as Nat headed up the stairs. Just as they were about to sit down, Myra ran a finger over the leather. "Is this peanut butter?" she asked. 

Don looked closly at the couch. Suddenly Nat's blushing made sense. The peanut butter seemed to be in the outline of a portion of the human body. Schanke thought for a minute, then walked quietly to the stairs.

As Nat entered the bed room, Nick was standing, still covered with peanut butter waiting for her. She looked at his face, smiled. He had removed the Catwoman costume panty hose, and Nat could see the rest of the costume on the bed.

"I'll just take that and go in the bathroom to change," Nat said walking toward Nick. Nick smiled and stepped so that he was blocking the door to the bathroom.

"No, Now it's your turn" he said still smiling. It was then that Nat noticed that he had the jar of peanut butter in one hand.

"Nick, you wouldn't!" Nat started to say.

Nick reached out and undid several of the buttons on Nat's blouse.

"Wouldn't I?" he whispered into her ear. Nat looked into his eyes and realized that he would indeed.

"Umm, we really need to get going Nick, Don and Myra are waiting."

"Let them wait, I've been waiting a lot longer," Nick replied as he continued to undo her blouse.

Nat suddenly realized that she wasn't in much of a hurry either. She felt her blouse and then her bra slip off of her body. She jumped slightly as Nick's cool hand caressed her breast.

"You still need to help me get this peanut butter off of me," Nick said as he nibbled on her throat. Nat gasped. She suddenly knew that she was going to enjoy doing that!

Nick reached around and undid the loose skirt Nat was wearing.  As it slipped to the floor, Nat pushed at Nick's chest. He obediently obeyed and lay back on the bed.

"All right" she panted, "You want me to clean the peanut butter off of you, that's what I'll do."  Nat stepped forward, and slipped out of her black leather pumps. She crawled up on the bed, and straddeled Nick's legs. Leaning forward, she began to slowly lick off the small amount of peanut butter that Nick had failed to remove from himself. She also noted that it was only in the groin area that any was remaining.   As she worked her way along the inside of his right thigh, she saw that he was obviously enjoying this as much as she was.

Nick groaned aloud as Nat's warm, wet tongue traced a path along his leg, moving ever closer to his now throbbing manhood. At the top of the stairs, Schanke was about to call out to the two of them when he heard Nick's groan. A smile spread across his face. He was tempted to peek into the room, but decided that he would be dead if either of them saw him.  Quietly he retreated back down the stairs.

Myra stood downstairs, holding a wet towel. "What HAS been going on around here?" she asked with a grin.

"Nothing compared to what is going on now!" Schanke replied, taking her arm.  "Come on, we'll meet them at the party."

Nick, heard the sound of the loft door opening and then closing, but he was far too engrossed in the sensations that Natalie was causing to care. She had long since removed any trace of peanut butter, but she hadn't stopped licking him. He could feel his cock throbbing and he cried aloud, as her warm lips suddenly surrounded it. He loved the feeling of her tongue as she explored his staff. She played with him, probing gently and sucking on him as if he were a popsicle.

Nat suddenly stopped, and looked at him. "Don't I get any attention?" she asked.

Nick growled low in his throat and reached for her, turning her so that he could reach her innermost part while still allowing her to pleasure him. Nick began to stroke Nat's clit with his tongue, softly as first, then with greater firmness. He could hear the way her heartbeat sped up, and the scent of her and her blood was driving him mad with need. As he worked her clit, she began to work on his ever hardening dick. Together they licked and sucked faster and harder on one another. Nick could feel Nat's muscles tightening as she grew closer and closer to her orgasm. His tongue darted deeply in her vagina, savoring her juices, and returned to once again stroke her clit.

Just before Natatlie came, Nick stopped. She groaned with frustration, and thought about bitting him! But then she felt his hands as they moved her onto her back.

As his hard shaft, plunged into her, Nat forgave him for stopping. She could feel every long thick inch of him filling her. She wiggled beneath him, and felt the tip of him touching her cervix. For a moment they both lay still, then Nick began to move inside her. He brought his mouth to her breast and suckled on her hard nipple. Nat felt the waves of pleasure flow throughout her body. Every nerve seemed to be on fire and she could feel the texture of the satin sheets beneath her.

As they moved in unison, slowily increasing in speed, Nat felt like she was going to explode from the wonderful sensations. Nick's cock was sliding as far into her as was possible, filling her completely just as she had always wanted. As her orgasm shook her, she was only slightly aware of the slight sharp pain of Nick's fangs as they broke the skin at the base of her throat. But she was aware, even through the spasms that rolled through her of at last knowing, that Nick did indeed love her. As Nick tasted Nat's blood, he knew that he had never before tasted anything as wonderful. Her love for him swept through him and his own release shook his body. His own for her, was so strong, he hoped that she too, would feel it.

Although a part of him wanted to drink from her until there was nothing left, he forced it away and removed his fangs from her throat. He loved her too much to ever harm her.  Licking the last drops of blood from her skin, he held her against him.

"I love you, Natalie Lambert" he said looking into her eyes. The smile that she gave him, almost made him feel mortal again.

"Do we have to go to that party?" Nat asked.

Nick sighed, as much as he wanted to stay right were he was, and 'party' at home, he knew that there would be hell to pay if he didn't show up. Before he could say anything to Nat, he heard his phone ring. After his answering machine message finished, he heard Schanke's voice.

"Heya Nick, I told the Capt how sick you were when Myra and I stopped by, and she said to tell you to stay home. She says the last thing she needs is for you to give whatever you have to half the dectectives on the force." Schanke's voice dropped. "You and Nat have a good time, see you tomorrow!"

Making a mental note to do something very nice for Schanke in the near future, Nick smiled down at Nat. "No, we don't have to go anywhere. Schanke's managed to get me the night off."  A glint of mischief came into Nick's eyes.  "But I WOULD like to see you in that Catwoman outfit!"

Nat looked up at him and smiled, "Meow!"