Date: Fri, 23 Apr 1999 01:58:06 -0400 To: jadfe@egroups.com From: Mel Moser Subject: [jadfe] Twas a Dark and Lonely Heart Night (01/06) Okay, I admit, I have other stories I should be working on, but this one was close enough to being finished that I finally buckled down and completed it. This is a Lonely Heart smut (Nat/Vachon), thus, it takes place sometime in Third Season, probably in the second half of the season. This story contains adult content and explicit sex. This one's for all you Lonely Hearts out there! The Lonely Hearts website can be found at: http://www.geocities.com/TelevisionCity/6195/lonely.html (Check it out, join us if interested, our mailing list has now moved to Onelist) Many hugs and thanks to my beta-reader, Stephanie Babbitt, for enduring, I mean, suffering from the torture of having to beta-read this. The characters engaged here are the property of TPTB of Forever Knight. I'm just using them for a wee bit. Permission to archive at the JADFE archive, the Lonely Hearts website, and www.fkfanfic.com. Comments, chocolate, vampsicles, a normal sleep cycle, can be sent to me at red@fkfanfic.com Twas a Dark and Lonely Heart Night (01/06) by Mel Moser April, 1999 It wasn't the first time she had cursed that night. Nor the second. And judging by the way the entire night had gone thus far, Dr. Natalie Lambert was pretty damn sure it wasn't going to be the last time either. All around her, the spring rainstorm continued to pour buckets of rain, flooding the sidewalks and dark parking lot where she now stood. The rain having already soaked through her clothes, she huddled next to her car, digging in her purse in search of her car keys, which had miraculously disappeared somewhere deep in the bottom of said purse now that she so desperately needed to find them. It was four o'clock in the morning, so of course it had to be pouring down rain just now as she was getting off work. After oversleeping, something she hardly ever did, Nat had come to work only to discover that the previous shift's coroner had called in sick, leaving her with a backlog of autopsies to complete in addition to the four cases she was still finishing up. And to add insult to injury, she had been called out to three crime scenes that night, the last resulting in her getting lost on the wrong side of town and taking forever to get back to the morgue. The long tiring night had passed slowly, but she hadn't noticed how much it had been raining until she had walked outside to go home. Sighing, she felt the aches in her tired body, exhaustion from the busy night at work setting in. And to top it all off, she had forgotten to bring an umbrella to work with her. There! At last she felt the familiar cold metal of her car keys and pulled them out of her purse--in addition to her compact, several store receipts, and a tube of lipstick which, upon hitting the ground, promptly rolled underneath her car. Damn. Bending down, she picked up the dropped items and returned them, soaking wet and oily grit from the not-so-clean asphalt, to her purse. It took her several attempts to finally jam the key into the car door lock. The pouring rain was soaking through her clothes. Her hair was dripping wet and her hands slippery and cold, making it difficult for her to grasp the key to turn it in the lock. After several tries, she at last unlocked the car door. Yanking it open, she slipped inside and pulled it shut behind her, sighing deeply with relief. Her feet, back, and hands ached from the long hours spent on autopsies and completing paper work. To make matters worse, her head throbbed with a headache. She ran her fingers through her wet hair in frustration. Water trickled down her shoulders, and droplets of water splattered around the interior of her car. Nat sighed again, then stuck her car key in the ignition and turned. The car ignition whirred and sputtered, then died. Damn! On top of everything else, her car was acting up. After several tries, though, the car engine sparked to life and Nat sighed with relief. Looking out the windshield at the dark, rainy night, she realized that now was not the night to be having car troubles. Especially at 4 o'clock in the morning, as the far-too-cheery DJ on the radio chimed the time and began the next song, "Raindrops Keep Fallin' on My Head". Nat, not amused at this song choice, angrily switched off the radio and turned on the windshield wipers and headlights. The drive towards home was difficult. The roads were nearly deserted, but the pouring rain reduced visibility down to a few feet, and many streets were partially flooded. Nat mumbled a few prayers as she passed through a less reputable part of town, hoping she could make it through without incident. The rain had slowed to a steady shower, but there were very few streetlights still working in this part of town, making the road even darker than usual. The dim glow of her car headlights was not enough to light up the large pool of water on the roadway until Nat drove into it. Waves of water showered up and over the car as it hydroplaned through. At first, Nat thought she'd make it through, but the car suddenly lost momentum and the engine sputtered and died. "Damn!" Nat cursed as the car slowed to a halt, right in the middle of the giant pool of water which seemed more like a small lake, from her perspective. Looking over the dashboard, she could see where the road began again several yards in front of the car. It was then she realized her feet were getting wet. The car was filling with water! Frantically, she tried to start the car again. Nothing, not even a spark of life. She pounded her fists against the steering wheel in frustration. Turning off the lights and windshield wipers, she decided to let the car sit for a moment before trying again. Reality set in as she was surrounded by the dark silence of her cold and now flooded car. The only sound was the beat of raindrops against the windows and roof of the car, and the occasional gurgle of the water as it seeped inside the car. Looking out the window, she could make out the surface of the water level with the bottom of her car door. As expected, the water eventually stopped coming in from the outside, but not before the entire floor of her car was soaked with water. Grabbing her purse, she rooted around inside it for her cell phone. This looked like one of those rare moments when calling for help would be a good idea. But her hand came up empty. Her cell phone was not in her purse. Then she remembered, she had left it on her desk at work--a wonderful place to leave it, as for once, she actually had a situation where she really needed it. "Great, Nat," she told herself. "Just great." She considered opening her car door and wading toward the road above the pool of water. But the rush of water coming down the road behind her car made her worry that she could be swept away by the current. She could feel the slight swaying of the car as it settled into the water. Minutes ticked past as the rain continued to fall without relent, beating against her windshield and echoing on the roof of her car. Maybe she'd be lucky and Nick would pass by on his way home, swooping down like a golden knight to save her. Yeah, right. Nat rolled her eyes and shook her head in reproach. She and Nick had barely spoken in days, and the few times they had, they had mostly argued anyway. The times when Nick would watch out for her, seeing her to her car at night and safely home were long since past. She sighed and tried to start the car again. Nothing, not even a spark. Her car was hopelessly dead. Outside, the rain gradually tapered off to a slight drizzle and all was quiet around her. Cold and wet, Nat shivered and wondered how long she was going to have to wait until someone came along who could help her. Suddenly, there was a clatter on the roof of her car. Nat looked around with alarm, locking the car doors, unsure of what might be outside. More sounds ensued followed by a knocking on the windshield that made her jump back with fright. Cautiously, she leaned forward and looked out the windshield, her eyes wide with fear. Peering in her window, upside down, was a familiar face... the long, dark hair and eyebrows, the pale face complete with several day's growth of beard, and the warm, brown eyes of Javier Vachon. * * * * * (to be continued in Part 2) Disclaimers, comments, etc. in Part 01. Twas a Dark and Lonely Heart Night (02/06) by Mel Moser April, 1999 Vachon laid the shivering bundle in his arms gently on the couch, covering her snugly with a second blanket before moving to stoke the fire in the fireplace. Having spotted her marooned car from the rooftop of his abandoned church, he had arrived to her rescue, extracting her from the car and wrapping her up in a wool blanket before carrying her back to the church to warm up and dry off. Nat watched the dark-haired vampire as he built up the fire to a healthy warm glow. She really shouldn't be staying here long, she should have Vachon take her home... just as soon as she warmed up, she told herself. She shivered beneath the blankets, her teeth chattering, and closed her eyes to rest for a second. She'd get up and ask to be taken home in a minute. Vachon stood up from the fireplace and looked over at Natalie. No, Nat, as she had insisted that he call her. Nat. He liked the familiarity of calling her by her shortened name. He focused on her form huddled beneath the blankets. She looked exhausted and cold...and lonely. And she seemed like she needed a friend. He hoped that she would accept him as one, in more ways than one. His mind began to wander on that thought for a moment before he came alert and realized that fantasizing wouldn't help Nat feel any better. He grinned to himself, glad Nat's eyes were closed. He took the few steps across the room and knelt down in front of her. He began by taking off her shoes, taking his deliberate time to massage her sore and tired feet. He heard Nat sigh softly and begin to relax. His hands moved further under the blankets to massage her calves, his hands cool against her damp, nyloned skin. Nat began to feel so much better. She was safe now, and the refreshing massage she was receiving felt gloriously wonderful. She looked down at the man--no, vampire she corrected herself--in front of her and noticed how the orange glow from the fire reflected on his dark raven locks--hair so different from Nick's blond curls. Nick. She shouldn't be here. But she felt so comfortable. And Vachon's cool hands kneading her skin felt wonderful. If only Nick were here with her instead. But Vachon had been the one to rescue her this time, pulling her from her cold car, carrying her through the night, whispering words of reassurance that she was safe against her hair. Opening her eyelids to slits, she began watching the dark-haired vampire with renewed interest as his hands drifted up to stroke her ankles and begin massaging her calves. But as the minutes ticked slowly past and Vachon's soft and gentle touch relaxed her tight muscles, her eyelids grew heavy and she felt herself drifting off to sleep. Vachon felt the strength of Nat's pulse beneath his hands. Looking up at her, he noticed her eyes were closed and she was becoming more relaxed. But he still saw the signs of exhaustion and sadness on her face. It pained him to see a woman hurting like this, and he had a good idea who was responsible for her pain. Inwardly, he cursed Knight for neglecting such a beautiful, intelligent woman. He must have cursed aloud, for her eyes opened and looked down at him, her expression open and warm. It wasn't often he found that in a mortal woman who knew what he was. He began to massage higher and saw her expression soften, yet still she did not pull away or move to stop him. He lowered his head and kissed the tops of her knees, while his hands continued to move up and stroke and knead up her thighs. She was even more beautiful than he ever imagined, her pale skin shining through her nylons, her skin soft and warm, supple. His hands stroked the tender soft skin just above her knees. Nat felt that his hands were callused and cool to the touch. But his touch was gentle...and arousing. Something sparked within her, making her all too aware of their closeness. A wave of warmth washed over her, an awareness of the situation and the beginnings of desire rising within her. She had never imagined being cared for like this, being treated like a precious treasure to be handled so tenderly. His hands were magic as they kneaded higher, making her shiver in response. She no longer needed the blankets to keep her warm. He seemed to read her mind as he tugged them away. Vachon began kissing his way up her legs, continuing to push her skirt up around her waist, gradually exposing more and more skin as he placed one delicate kiss after another up her legs. His hands moved higher, to the top of her skirt as if he meant to remove it. His fingertips slowly stroked her hips. Her hand touched his hair, causing Vachon to look up at her. "Vachon, we shouldn't," she pleaded. His hands stopped for a moment as he paused to look up at her. But Vachon saw the desire and sadness in her eyes. "You mean because of Knight?" he asked. Nat averted her eyes, unconsciously stroking his soft, long hair. His hair was silky and damp to the touch. She watched, mesmerized, as it curled around her fingers, trying to let herself be distracted. It didn't work, as the guilt swelled up within her. She swallowed hard and nodded. He cupped her chin and gently turned her head to make her look into his eyes, wanting her to see the appreciation and desire for her he felt. "Doc, let me give to you what Knight has foolishly neglected to." He gave her a special smile and held himself still as he awaited her response. He saw her mulling things over, the indecision and reluctance in her eyes. A thought seemed to occur to her, somewhat belatedly, she realized. She turned and looked at him questioningly, "But I didn't think that-" "Vampires and mortals could make love?" Vachon completed her question for her. He grunted. "That's what you get for hanging out with Knight. He's so naive on many aspects of vampirism." Vachon sighed. He dropped his hands to her knees and began absentmindedly caressing them as he still awaited her response. Nat turned her head away to stare into the fire. What did she have to lose? How many days and nights had she spent tossing and turning, trying to sleep, trying to keep her mind from fantasizing about Nick Knight? How many times had she touched herself, trying to imagine that it was Nick caressing her, worshipping her body with his hands and lips? The dreams, the sadness, the loneliness--all of it swelled within her. Her body ached with need, with wanton desires that had been unfulfilled for so long. She looked up at Vachon, her eyes full of uncertainty, and saw only respect and desire reflected back at her from his brown eyes. It nearly took her breath away. This rugged Spanish vampire was devilishly handsome, charming, and wanted her. Here. Now. Nat closed her eyes and inhaled softly. The room was quiet except for the crackling and hissing of the fire in the fireplace. Vachon stopped stroking her knees, standing amazingly still, leaving her free to think, to make her decision without further distraction. But her body was aware of him and tingled from his closeness and the memories of how his hands felt stroking her, touching her, loving her with his hands and mouth. It had been so long since she had felt so worshipped, so long since she had felt so desired, so wanton. Taking a deep breath, she realized that she already knew her answer. * * * * * (to be continued in Part 3) Disclaimers, comments, etc. in Part 01. Twas a Dark and Lonely Heart Night (03/06) by Mel Moser April, 1999 Opening her eyes, she reached up and pulled Vachon's lips down on hers. In his surprise, his mouth parted only to be met by her sweet, warm lips and tongue. Passion flared up inside him at the taste of her, the scent and feel of her, the sound of her mortal heartbeat and blood pulsing through her veins rushing in his ears. He leaned in towards her and felt her arms wrap around him, pulling him closer. Nat felt the world slipping away into passion. She had always dreamed of making love to Nick, but this was a new experience. She felt her body coming alive in response to Vachon's cool flesh pressing against her. Her hands moved from his neck to help him remove his jacket while his hands began to tug off her skirt, nylons and panties all at once. They couldn't remove their clothes fast enough as the kiss went on and on, their tongues meeting, his cool tongue and lips dancing with her hot mouth. Soon her blouse and his T-shirt, leather jacket, boots and jeans joined the rest of their discarded clothing on the floor. He laid her back on the couch and knelt above her, admiring the way the flames glowed against her pale skin. He felt his body swell with desire. In Spanish, he cursed Knight again. Knight didn't know what he was missing. He smiled down at Nat. "Muy bonita, querida." Nat knew enough Spanish to recognize that she had just been called "beloved one" by this handsome vampire. She saw the desire and care in his eyes as she looked up at him. She held her hands up to him and welcomed him down into her arms. He lowered himself down beside her and pressed his lips against hers, letting his hand slowly roam up her right side, stroking her hip, up the curve of her waist to her breast. His hand first cupped her breast, admiring its fullness and how it fit perfectly in his hand. He kneaded it softly and let his thumb gently stroke across her hardened nipple, much like the way he caressed his guitar strings. He smiled to himself at that comparison. Making love to Nat like this was like making music. Already, he could hear the song forming in his mind that he would write about this glorious experience. He parted her lips and explored her mouth with his tongue, and heard her moan lightly in response. Nat felt his callused finger-tips caressing her tender skin, and a thrill of delight went through her. His lips left hers to cover her face with soft, feathery kisses as his hand moved to adore her other breast. She finally remembered that her arms and hands could move too. Raising her hands, she began to stroke his muscular chest, tangling in the light chest hair she discovered there. His skin was cool and smooth to her touch. She felt the rest of his cool body pressing against the length of hers, but it only heightened the desire growing within her. As her hands stroked across his shoulders and down his back, Nat wondered for a brief moment when this attraction to the near-dead had begun. But then again, she had never looked at vampires as being dead. Altered from normal humanity, definitely, but dead? Not by the feel of Vachon against her. As his fingertips ran circles around each of her nipples, she involuntarily arched her back in response. Oh yes, he was definitely very much alive. His hand lowered to begin kneading her soft belly and explore her belly button. His lips kissed back to her ear, where he let his tongue delve and discover the enticing curves it found there. After sucking on her earlobe, his mouth began to move lower. He whispered unintelligible words against her skin as he kissed his way down to her throat and neck, nibbling gently as he felt the vampire lust swell within him. But her hands were tangling in his hair, she was crying his name, Vachon, not Nick. The thought that he could outdo Knight in at least one way renewed his control and he forced the vampire back. He kissed her on the lips, rebuilding the mortal passion again. He felt her arch her back in response, her body shifting to pull him down on top of her again. Nat's hands drifted around to his back and down to cup his buttocks. She murmured with delight again his lips. They were a matched pair, these two. They were nearly the same height, so now his swollen manhood was pressing against her soft mound. Vachon groaned and urged himself to slow down before he lost control. He lifted himself up again and began raining kisses down her throat, continuing downward between her breasts where he began to cup and adore one while his mouth moved over to suckle long and hard at her aroused nipple on the other. His tongue circled her aerole, then he moved to repeat the maneuver on her other breast, his breath cool against her hot skin. His hands drifted lower to stroke her hips, feeling them rocking gently in his hands, pressing her lower body up and against him. Vachon groaned in response. He moved his hands down and underneath her hips, cupping her buttocks while his mouth continued its path down to plant kisses across her belly. His tongue swirled in her belly button and his hands lowered to stroke the backs of her thighs. Her legs slowly parted, welcoming him closer to the center of her arousal, to the part of her that was pounding with desire and need. * * * * * (to be continued in Part 4) Disclaimers, comments, etc. in Part 01. Twas a Dark and Lonely Heart Night (04/06) by Mel Moser April, 1999 Vachon's lips carefully found their way lower across Nat's abdomen. He nuzzled her mound of curls, inhaling the soft scent of her womanhood. As his hands inched downwards and began to stroke up the warm skin of her inner thighs, his lips drifted ever so slowly towards the center of her dampness. Nat's legs opened wider to him, giving him easier access to this sacred part. His callused fingertips danced across her soft skin. Nat arched her back in contentment, letting out another moan. But now, Vachon felt a slight tension in her muscles and realized that his fingers had discovered the erogenous zones of her inner thighs. Intrigued, he gently rubbed stubbled beard against her tender flesh and delighted in the slight rasping sound and feeling it created. Grinning wickedly to himself, he let his mouth quickly jump to her right thigh and taste this sensitive flesh for himself. His reward: a cross between a groan of protest and a sigh of contentment that deepened into a sweet, deeper moan. Music to his ears. But it also aroused a part of himself that he so carefully had kept in check. All at once, Vachon sensed the blood pounding just beneath the thin skin of her legs, the scent of her blood exciting him as much as her flesh was awakening his sexual arousal. His fangs lowered and eyes began to burn, his mouth yearning for the taste of her, beyond what he had savored already. His passion bloomed into hunger and for a long moment, he fought with himself, reigning in the vampire to bring it under control. With a growl, he shook his head, then lowered his mouth to the center of her damp warmth, his mouth landing on her wet entrance, his tongue delving deep inside her. Nat's body shook with tremors of delight, her hips lifting up to allow his tongue deeper and easier access. A loud moan escaped her lips, and her hands bunched up the blanket beneath her. Her body was beginning to rock with sensations she had long ago given up hope of feeling. And the intriguing feel of Vachon's cool touch reflected her own burning heat. His mouth eagerly explored her core, his tongue quickly darting in and out, across her clit, until Nat was sure her back would permanently remained arched with the pleasure pulsing through her. Faster and faster, his tongue licked against her sensitive flesh, as Vachon's hands continued to rub her thighs. The demanding motions began to follow a deliberate rhythm which Nat rocked her hips to, letting the flow of sensations course up her spine. She could hear a slight growling in between her soft pants for breath, but she wasn't sure if it was coming from her or Vachon. The dark-haired vampire's expert tongue flicked repetitively in and out and across her sensitive flesh, faster and faster, harder and harder, until, at last, the world began to shatter around her. She cried aloud as the orgasm washed over her, sending pulsing sensations throughout her body. Vachon smiled as he looked up to watch her, loving the pleasure-filled expression on her face, her cheeks flushed, her lips parted as she moaned. He licked his lips, savoring the sweet taste of her that still lingered there. It wasn't the blood that the vampire craved, but it was just as good. Running his hands up her legs, he felt the slight sweat that now coated her skin, and felt the warmth that blazed from Nat's body. Quite a difference from the shivering wet bundle he had retrieved from her car. Slowly, he started to inch forward until he was kneeling over her, her legs beneath his, his rough leg hair rubbing against her soft thighs. His mouth instinctively lowered to kiss his way up between her breasts. He laid his cheek against her chest, listening to her heartbeat and breathing as both slowed to a more steady rate. He waited for a long minute, enjoying this intimate embrace as he regained control over the vampire and felt the blood hunger ebb. Sliding his hands beneath her back to cradle her in his arms, he lifted his head up to look at her. "Hey, sexy," he whispered, placing a kiss on her chin before looking up into her eyes. "How do you feel?" His voice was husky with emotion. Nat swallowed hard before opening her eyes to look at him. Her eyes were dark with passion. "Um, glorious?" She grinned a smile that mirrored his, then murmured softly as she reached out to run her fingers through his dark curls. Vachon's body was cool against her flesh, but she found it intriguing, his muscled weight pressing down on hers, his arms holding her tightly. "Are you ready for part two?" he teased, his fingers stroking her back. "Part two?" she questioned, her hand stroking his cheek, his slight beard tickling her hand. Vachon smiled wickedly at her. * * * * * (to be continued in Part 5) Disclaimers, comments, etc. in Part 01. Twas a Dark and Lonely Heart Night (05/06) by Mel Moser April, 1999 It began with a kiss. Vachon's amused expression faded as he closed his eyes and lowered his mouth toward hers. Nat felt his soft lips against her, his tongue gently probing and flicking across her swollen mouth. She parted her lips to return the soft kiss, nibbling at him teasingly with her tongue and her teeth, pulling his mouth harder against hers as her hand stroked down his neck to his shoulders. He had a beautiful body, Nat realized as she felt the powerful muscles of his shoulders and upper arms. She caressed his smooth skin with her hands, marveling as the muscles flexed in response to her touch. She stroked around to his chest, letting her palms feel the tickle of his chest hair against them. The intensity of their kiss increased, his mouth becoming more demanding against hers as his hands slipped underneath her back, caressing down the smooth soft skin to her rear. Nat arched her back in response and her hips pressed up against his, letting her feel the power of his arousal between them. Vachon groaned and growled with anticipation. Nat opened her arms to wrap them around his neck and shoulders, pulling him down against her, his chest pressing down against her breasts. She felt the tickle of his coarse chest hair against her sensitive skin. She murmured against his lips, using her hands to tangle in his long dark curls. Their kiss continued, growing stronger and more demanding as the passion blossomed between them. Nat struggled to breathe against his urgent kisses, her heart pounding in her ears. Her hips began to rock up against him, eager for their dance to be continued until completion. She felt an urgent throbbing growing between her legs, a hot dampness that longed to be filled. She heard Vachon chuckling against her lips. "Eager, aren't we?" he whispered in between kisses. "Mmmmmm," Nat responded, pressing her tongue into his mouth, seeking further fulfillment. To her delight, Vachon sucked on her tongue and lips, welcoming her aggressiveness. She let the kiss continue for several long moments, before needing to come up for air. But Vachon's mouth didn't wait for her as she quickly tried to catch her breath. He continued to shower her face with feather-light kisses, as his hands stroked her hips and down to her upper thighs. He caressed her there, his rough callused hands working circles against her soft skin as they ever-so-slowly opened her legs wider and allowed him to sink gradually down against her. His lips returned to her mouth, nuzzling her gently, then switching to a deep demanding kiss that sizzled down her spine with pleasure. Meanwhile, he was shifting his body lower, settling down over her as her legs parted wider until she was able to wrap her legs around his hips. Vachon moaned with approval. As his mouth continued to rain kisses on her lips, he slowly moved his hips, using one hand to help guide the way. Nat felt his movement and her body began to throb with anticipation. Vachon's body was still cool against hers, but she felt exhilarated by it, insatiably curious about what it would feel like to have his cool length thrusting into her. And her wait would not be long, as she felt his cool tip at her hot entrance. His fingers stroked her sensitive flesh, parting her folds as he slowly pressed deeper and deeper inside her. Her inner muscles were stretched by this welcome intrusion, wrapping around his cool length. Nat relaxed her inner muscles, feeling Vachon shudder in response. But he continued thrusting deep inside her until she felt the thickest part of him rubbing against her sensitive clit, the rough brush of his pubic hair mingling with hers. Then he slowed to a stop, his mouth kissing her deeply, sweetly, distracting her as her body adjusted to him. He moved his hands in parallel to slip beneath her hips, allowing him to slip deeper inside her. Nat moaned, amazed by the sensations beginning to throb within her. His flesh was cool against hers, warming the longer he remained in contact with her, but still intriguing. His mouth and hands continued to caress her, laying kisses against her lips, down her jaw to her neck and back up again. Meanwhile, his hands stroked her back, eagerly kneading her firm flesh and bottom while pulling their bodies closer together. Nat tightened her muscles around him again and chuckled as she felt him shudder in response. She lifted her hips up lightly and gasped as she felt waves of pleasure wash up her spine. "Sssssssh," Vachon calmed her, in between kisses. He closed his eyes and laid his cheek down on hers. A long moment of peace passed between them, long enough for Nat to be able to hear her heart pounding in her chest. She knew Vachon could feel and hear it too. Then ever so slowly, he began to move within her. His tempo matched the beat of her heart, pulling out slowly to the tempo of four of her heartbeats, then plunging back within her to the beat of two of them. He lifted his head and pressed kisses down her jaw and throat, then up in front of her ear to kiss down her cheekbone to her lips. Again and again, he withdrew and thrust deep within her, the friction rocking both of them, as their cries began to echo about the room. Words in Spanish and English were whispered against each other's lips as Vachon continue to move within her, faster and harder, pressing them both toward that peak of fulfillment that was rapidly drawing closer and closer. Nat cried out as wave after wave of amazing sensations echoed up and down her spine. Her lungs fought to draw in breath, her body becoming slick with sweat and tingling with building pleasure. Faster and faster, they moved together, her hips rising and falling to match his thrusts, meeting him equally to help them come together, their bodies tense with growing passion. Their rhythm matched the increasing beat of her heart as they climbed higher and higher together, moving and coming together as one, the world disappearing around them until nothing remained but the turbulent powerful sensations growing between them. And just when Nat was sure her body was about to explode, it did. With powerful thrusts, Vachon plunged within her several last times, sending them both over that peak of exultation together, both crying out at the intense pleasure of their orgasms culminating in unison. Vachon collapsed on top of Nat, feeling her body trembling beneath him, matching his own myriad of pleasure tingling throughout his body and down his legs to his toes. He kissed her lips, though she was most likely oblivious, and continuing kissing down her chin to her neck and throat. Her pulse was throbbing at her neck, reminding him of the other hunger within him. With the sensations continuing to rock them both, he felt the other hunger growing and demanding attention Her life blood was calling out to him, throbbing in her veins barely a inch away from his hungry mouth. He pushed the thoughts away, letting the pleasure continue to spread throughout his body. Beneath him, he felt Nat continue to shake, her muscles tensing then relaxing as multiple orgasm rocked through her body. Her moans of pleasure echoed in his ears. He smiled to himself with the knowledge that he had brought her so much pleasure. His own body was still tingling from the orgasm, filling his body with a languor that called for him to close his eyes and fall asleep. He heard Nat's moans softening as her body relaxed beneath him. But as the sensations subsided, the other hunger cried out again, keening for fulfillment. He had held it back for too long, wanting to love Nat as she needed him to, making love to her in the mortal way. Now, his other senses were buzzing with feelings, with the knowledge that her body was warm and vibrant beneath him, that her hot blood was pulsing strongly through her veins, and that her neck was curved invitingly towards him. He felt his fangs lower as the hunger raged within him. Instinctively, he began kissing the smooth skin of her neck. Beneath him, Nat stirred slightly, her arms hugging him, pulling him closer, her fingers tangling once again in his hair. The vampire within him grew ever more demanding. He wanted her, he needed her. The scent of her blood flooded his senses and he yearned to taste it, to sink his teeth into her skin and tap into her life blood and experience her inner beauty and magnificence for himself. He nearly lost himself in the moment, and lowered his fangs toward her neck, his eyes closing in anticipation.. No. At the last second, he stopped himself. Inhaling deeply, calming himself with the smell of her sweetness and the warm dampness of her skin, he forced himself to suffice with placing a warm kiss at the curve of her neck instead. Then the thought occurred to him. He did not need to rob her of her life blood, not if she was willing to share it with him. "Let me share one last gift with you, if I may," Vachon whispered in her ear. He kissed up her neck to the smooth skin in front of her right ear, nibbling her tender skin there with his fangs. Nat, somehow knowing what Vachon was asking, thought for a second, before asking, "Will it hurt?" "A little," Vachon replied, raising his head to look at her. His hair was damp with a mixture of their sweat. And his eyes glowed gold, but she could see that Vachon was in full control of the vampire within him. "But I promise to only take a little. I want to share with you the part of me that is a vampire, in the way that only a vampire can." Nat reached up and brushed the wayward strands of damp hair out of his eyes. They were still gold, but she could still read the emotions reflected there: the need, the hunger, and the lingering adoration he still had for her. Her body was relaxing with the warm afterglow of their lovemaking. "But trust me, it will be worth it." Vachon smiled down at her. He cradled her body in his arms, half supporting his own weight on his knees and elbows, his hands caressing her back with gentle massaging motions. Distracted, she barely noticed as he shifted and gently withdrew from her, but kept his body partially pressing down on hers. Nat continued to stare up at him, her interest piqued. She had often wondered what it would feel like to be bitten by a vampire. Having dealt with a number of vampire victims in the morgue, she had been intrigued by the peculiar look of pleasure she had often seen on the faces of many of the victims, their last expressions remaining on their faces as they died. Obviously, something special occurred between a vampire and victim during a bite. And while she had felt Vachon's body rocking with pleasure with orgasm, she had sensed that he had not been totally fulfilled from the experience, which only made sense, as a vampire's main source of pleasure was through his fangs. But, on the other hand, she did not want to end up like the victims that showed up in the morgue, drained of blood, their lives ended by their encounter with a vampire. "You will only take a little?" Nat asked, referring to her blood. Nick refused to make love to her, fearing that he would not be able to stop in time and would kill her. Could Vachon have better control than Nick, even though Vachon was a much younger vampire? "Yes, I will only take a little," he replied, his voice amused as he repeated her words back to her. "I have done this before." "You have?" Vachon nodded, smiling down at her, the tips of his fangs extending out beyond his lower lip. He lifted his hand to comb aside several strands of her damp hair as it lay across her forehead. Then he laid his hand against her cheek, letting his thumb stroke the soft skin of her swollen lips. But he could see the glow to her skin, the warm light in her eyes that their lovemaking had created. It filled him with wonder that a woman like Nat could exist, someone who respected him both as a man and a vampire, who wanted him for both--or at least he hoped she did, still waiting on her answer. "All right," Nat agreed, nervously licking her lips. Vachon leaned down and kissed the tip of her nose. " I will be careful, I promise, querida," he whispered, caressing her cheek with his fingertips. * * * * * (to be continued in Part 6) Disclaimers, comments, etc. in Part 01. Twas a Dark and Lonely Heart Night (06/06) by Mel Moser April, 1999 Vachon kissed her lips, longingly, gently nibbling at them with his fangs. The kiss grew more demanding as Vachon shifted his body above her, moving to lie more on his side, only partially on top of her. He used his fingertips to lightly caress a path down her chin, over her throat and lower, tracing her collar bone with his index finger for a moment before continuing down to cup her breast with his hand. Nat moaned with pleasure, a thrill running through her at this gentlest of caresses. Vachon began to follow the path that his fingertips had just taken with his mouth, leaving a trail of light kisses down her jaw to her neck, nibbling softly on her tender skin, dropping lower and lower down her throat until her reached the curve of her neck. It was there he began to concentrate his kisses, his lips, tongue, and teeth repeatedly kissing and nibbling there where her pulse was pounding through her artery just below the skin of her neck. His hand continued to cup and knead her breast, his callused thumb strumming across her hard nipple, as if he were playing his guitar. A gentle rhythm was created as he worshipped her breast and kissed her neck, until Nat was sure she was going to go mad with the sensations it stirred up within her. In the distance, she thought she heard the sound of growling, something closer to the sound of a cat purring, but she couldn't be sure. Then, almost quicker than she could follow, she felt Vachon press his fangs into her neck, biting into her tender flesh and tapping into the vessel of her life blood. The prick hurt at first, but the pain quickly subsided. In its place, a powerful feeling of languor and ecstasy began to emanate from his bite on her neck, flowing down her spine and back up to her brain. Nat cried out softly, her mind and body simultaneously sighing deeply as the most interesting range of sensations began to assault her senses. She could hear, smell, see, and feel the entire room around them. She could sense her own heart beating, the sounds of the fire slowly burning in the fireplace, the sound of the raindrops continuing to fall against the roof over their heads, the slight sounds of the couch beneath them shifting under their combined weight. She could taste the warm feel of her blood as Vachon slowly sipped from her. She could sense the vampire raging within him, hungrily savoring the taste of her hot blood as it flowed over his tongue and into his belly. In her mind, she could feel his emotions, his deep respect and admiration for her, his mutual attraction to her intellect and beauty, his pride at being able to impress her and make her feel as beautiful as she looked. She sensed his heart opening up to her, the emotions of his long life pouring out to her as he felt her own thoughts opening up to him. She felt his amazement at the depth of her emotions, the wonder at her strength and fortitude, the thrill of being able to save her and protect her, of being able to hold her and share with her the loneliness, the sorrow, the satisfaction and contentment he had about his own life. All these things whirled in her mind as she felt Vachon continue to sip her blood from her neck. In a distant part of her mind, she felt a flash of danger, a mental reminder that the overwhelming power of emotions and sensations they were sharing could be dangerous. Slowly, sluggishly, the warning began to grow, and her heart began to pound in fear as both her heart and mind began to fear for her life. Vachon must have sensed her growing panic and slowed his sipping, then carefully began to remove his fangs, feeling her body begin to heal the wounds as he withdrew. Taking a deep breath, he continued to suck gently on her wound as it healed, until the blood stopped flowing and nothing but two small fang marks remained. They would heal over in a couple of days, he knew. He lifted up his head to look at her, noticing the peaceful look of pleasure on her face. Her eyes were partially open as she glanced down at him. "God, I never knew-" Nat began, her voice shaking with emotion. "-it could be like that?" Vachon finished the sentence for her. "See what you have been missing?" He couldn't help but rub it in a little, and hoped he hadn't offended Nat. Opening her eyes wider, she looked at him curiously. His eyes had returned to their normal shade of chocolate brown, but she could see in them the mixture of emotions he felt as he looked at her. She could sense some residual effects from the thoughts and feelings they had shared. She wondered if they were still connected somehow or if her new understanding of Vachon gave her a deeper insight and appreciation of him as a person. She had never imagined being able to share something so powerful and so completely with another person as they just had. Her heart was still beating rapidly from the experience, leaving a sense of exhilaration and languor throughout her body. "Thank you, querida," Vachon leaned down and whispered in her ear, then placed a soft kiss on her cheek. He reached down, taking her hand in his, and placed soft kisses on each of her knuckles. "And I'm sorry if I hurt you." "It didn't hurt much, " Nat replied. "Just as you said." Vachon glanced up at her, a look of adoration in his eyes. He smiled. She smiled back at him, suddenly shy at his amorous attention. Vachon reached back behind him and pulled the blanket off the back of the couch. Gently lifting her up, he shifted them both so that he lay on his back with her safely tucked against him, her side between him and the back of the couch. He covered them both with the blanket, making sure Nat was warmly covered from her neck down to her toes. "So, do you feel sufficiently rescued now?" he asked her. Nat paused for a long moment before looking up at him, her eyes glowing with emotion. "Yes. And in more ways than one," she answered honestly. She placed a kiss on his chest before settling down to snuggle against him. A log shifted in the fireplace, sending a shower of sparks and embers about the fireplace. Outside, raindrops continued to fall and soak the dark and sleeping city of Toronto. Neither of the two lovers noticed or cared as both fell asleep in each other's arms.