Another one, this one is LaCroix/female.

Thanks,
Mel Moser
red@fkfanfic.com

Date: Wed, 28 Aug 1996 15:03:44 -0400 (EDT)
From: Mel Moser <red@fkfanfic.com>
Subject: Getting To Know The Fans (1/1)

I wrote this little piece to cheer up one of my favorite Cousins
while we were in IRC.  <waves to those of you who were in attendance for
the writing of this>  Thanks for your 'moral' support and for the
cool title.

The FK character in this story does not belong to me,  but TPTB of
FK.  I'm just borrowing him for a little while.  hehehe.

This is a (m/f) (LaCroix/female) piece of fiction.  Feedback,
virtual hugs, etc. greatly appreciated.  Enjoy!

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Getting To Know The Fans (1/1)
by Mel Moser <red@fkfanfic.com>
August, 1996
(LaCroix/female)

He had followed her home for the past several nights.  He had first
caught sight of her during one of his evening walks.  There was something
about this one, this mortal that caught his attention, that made him think
of things that were of a more mortal desire than vampiric. Her hair was
dark,
her skin pale and smooth, her scent heavenly and her heart beat steady and
melodic as he followed her through the darkened streets of Toronto.

He had tried to figure out what exactly drew him to her.  Maybe it was
the simple proud manner in which she held herself, the gentle smile that
she bestowed on others as she greeted them.  It made him jealous that she
was so friendly.  No, he knew what it was about her, pure and raw sexuality,
sultry and sensual, that caught his eye and his heart.

She never heard him as he landed softly behind her on the doorstep leading
up to her apartment building.  This close, he could practically taste
the warmth of her blood on his lips, the feel of her soft skin beneath his
hands.  As she nearly dropped the bag of groceries she had been carrying, he
caught them and touched her hand, her skin even more soft and silky than he
had fantasized about.

"Th-thank you."  She said looking up into his blue eyes. She appeared a
little nervous, but the spark of electricity that shot between them as they
still touched was enough to capture her attention.

Looking into her eyes, he saw that the physical attraction was mutual
and he smiled.  "You are welcome." He said in his deep, enticing voice.
"Let me introduce myself."  He noticed she was holding her breath in
anticipation.  "I am the Nightcrawler.  Perhaps you've heard of me?"

Her eyes flashed opened wide in recognition.  Then she smiled as she
mirrored his smile.  "You talk me to sleep every night.  Of course I know
who you are."

With that, he raised her hand to his lips and gently kissed the back of
it.  "Indeed?"  he asked, raising one eyebrow questioningly.  Her skin was
as tasty as it looked.  Her blood pulsed through her veins calling to him
in more ways than one.

"Mmmmmmm,"  was all she said and she raised her hand to lightly caress
his cool face.  "Perhaps you'd like to come in and give me my own private
monologue?"

He paused only for a moment before reaching for the keys she had dropped,
leading her inside, and helping her open the door to her apartment.
Within seconds of entering the apartment, the bag of groceries dropped to
the floor forgotten as he pulled her into his arms and embrace, their lips
meeting in a long, ardent kiss.  The door slammed closed behind them as
they stumbled backwards into the living room.  Clothes were hastily
discarded.

By the time they made it to the couch, her naked body was already in the
process of being worshipped with his cool lips and wet, titillating tongue.
His long sensual fingers trailed down and explore the soft white skin of her
breasts and flat stomach.  With both hands, he cupped her breasts, squeezing
and kneading them and admiring their fullness. She cried out in pleasure and
let her own hands begin to explore his strong broad shoulders, the chiseled
features of his face, the smooth firm flesh of his chest.

He inhaled deeply as his eyes turned slightly gold at the feel of her
warm hands against his sensitive skin.  It had been a long time since
someone
had touched him so. He replaced his hands with his tongue and lips as he
took
each nipple in his mouth and suckled contentedly.  Meanwhile his hands
drifted lower to caress her full hips and buttocks.

Her hands pulled his head tighter against her as she shifted so that she
was lying stretched out on the sofa, his body half-laying half-sitting
against her.  In the moonlight, she could see the fine perfection of his
body, a perfect sculpture better than Michaelangelo could have ever created.
How many times had she laid here naked on the sofa listening to him,
the Nightcrawler, dreaming about him touching her like this, listening
to his sultry voice caressing her body in the darkness of the night?
She sighed deeply as his lips moved lower and his hands moved to stroke the
sensitive soft skin of her inner thighs. Her legs naturally parted as
one hand cupped her mound of curls while the other moved up to examine
the wet, hot dampness of the center of her desire. His fingers gently parted
the soft folds of her nether lips and began to explore that hot dampness,
slowly sliding one finger inside as her hips raised and her back arched
to meet the cool touch of his fingers.  She groaned deeply as his fingers
began to move inside her, thrusting and keeping time with her rhythmic
pulses,
as he quickly brought her to a sensual, throbbing climax.

He withdrew his fingers and began kissing his way back up to her neck,
his body aching fiercely with lust and desire for her.

She smiled contentedly at him as his lips finally came up to deliver
another deep, passionate kiss.  He lowered his body to lie on top of her,
his heavy weight pressing down on her. The feel of his hard cool flesh
pressing down on hers, the feel of his erection pulsing against her
hip fill her body with desire.  Her hips began to rock up to rub against
him again, her body aching to be filled with him.

The Nightcrawler whispered sultry words into her ear as he shifted to
part her shapely legs with his own rough muscled ones. He could feel
her heartbeat pounding against his chest, her breasts rubbed against his
sensitive skin, her smell filled his nostrils, the taste of her blood was
only a few thin layers of skin away.

With a groan, he thrust the full length of him deep within her, a growl
echoed in his throat at the feel of her hot sheath expanding to easily hold
him.  She cried out his name and wrapped her arms around him, pulled him
close, her legs wrapping around his waist to pull him even deeper within
her.
At the same time, they both began to move, their hips moving faster and
faster, the friction of their movements lifting them higher and higher
towards
the ultimate destination of the passionate lovemaking. His lips covered
hers, their tongues meeting and entangling as the dance peaked, their bodies
climaxing simultaneously as the world stopped for a moment and they were
showered in sensations of light and energy and emotions.

Their mouths parted as she cried out in ecstasy, his own lips parted to
reveal his bared fangs.  He slipped his mouth down her throat to that
pulsing
vein in her neck and tapped the hot, sensual fountain of blood that flowed
beneath her skin there. As her delicious blood rolled over his tongue and
down his throat, he felt her moan beneath him as they both started feeling
the shared memories and feelings that the vampiric method of lovemaking
bestowed upon lovers. Before she grew weak, he stopped himself and slowly
sheathed his fangs as he withdrew from her and shifted so that she lay
across him instead.

"And that, " he whispered against her damp hair, "is your own private
monologue from the Nightcrawler."  She chuckled contentedly and fell
asleep in his arms.

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*finis*

* Mel Moser ***************** red@fkfanfic.com ************* Red Ridinghood
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