This is the second tale of Nicholas and Morgan. As always, Nick does
not belong to me. He is the property of Mr. Parriot, Sony and TPTB.
I promise to return him in a much happier and certainly more satisfied
state than when I snatched him. Morgan is mine, however. Tex may
archive at the Harem site, Mel may archive at her FK Fanfic Page and
JADFE. Feel free to let me know what you think. Flames will be used
to stoke the Dragon's internal furnace. So enjoy!


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TAG? I'M WHAT?

Part 1

A cool breeze blew through the trees stirring the leaves and adding slight
rustling noises to the chirp of the crickets. Morgan sat on a wooden bench
outside her cottage gazing up through the leafy canopy. She stretched and
inhaled the scent of the flowers planted around her home. She loved
flowers. The bright colors, though muted in the dim light of the moon,
reminded her of the diversity that filled the daylight. She studied her
surroundings. Yes, she thought, she'd found a little piece of heaven for
herself. Well, as close as she was likely to get. The sturdy wood cottage
was built some 450 years prior, the logs hand-hewn by local woodcutters.
The trees were tall, their branches thickly woven forming a fairly dense
canopy above the home and the clearing in which it sat and the single path
through the forest had long ago been reclaimed by nature. The cottage was
enveloped in perpetual twilight. Morgan was old enough that she could
tolerate some small exposure to sunlight and the shade cast by the trees
enabled her to open her windows in the early morning and late afternoon.
Sometimes she would venture outside briefly to collect flowers and
greenery for her table.

She sighed as her mind drifted. Her dreams were filled with the vision of
a young man, blond and blue-eyed, a boyish smile playing across his
handsome features. 'Ah, Nicholas. I wonder if ye think o' me as often as I
think of ye.' She smiled. Strangely, she knew he was thinking of her. She
could feel him, as if he were close by, though she knew he had gone to Rome.
He had left 2 fortnights before. His father had come to London and was
looking for him. He had kissed her longingly, promised to return when he
was able, then disappeared into the night like a pale apparition.

She rose from her seat and gracefully took to the sky. With the night came
the need to satisfy her hunger. Tonight she would hunt to the north. She
flew swiftly toward the rolling hills. As she crossed a rocky outcropping, she
could hear the occasional bleat of a sheep not too far ahead. A flock of
sheep meant a shepherd might be nearby. She concentrated and reached out
with her senses. She stopped in mid-flight and hovered for a moment as a
familiar tingle caressed her mind. She tried to follow the feeling but it
was gone as swiftly as it had come. She frowned. Could she be missing him so
much she felt him when he wasn't there? With a last quick glance around
her, she returned her attention to locating the shepherd.

He lay on his belly in the tall grass watching her intently as she approached
a man dozing against a large rock. He never tired of studying her graceful
form. She radiated confidence and an acceptance of self that soothed his
own self-doubts. He'd spent several weeks wandering around Rome, getting
reacquainted with the ancient city and hoping his father wouldn't think to look
for him there. After a short time, his thoughts had returned to her and
against his better judgement he'd left Rome and returned to the British Isles
to spend time with her. Being so close to her now sent a wave of desire
through him and his skin tingled with anticipation of the pleasures to come.

The sound of a beating heart drew her toward several large rocks below.
She noted the flock below her and the two sheepdogs lying half hidden in
the tall grass. They made no move as she approached and landed lightly in
front of the dozing man. She watched him for a few moments, listening
intently to his regular breathing and the steady rhythm of his heart. Then
she spoke softly, rousing him from his dreams.

The man sleepily opened his eyes and raised his head. He knew he must be
dreaming because there was an angel standing in front of him. She was
dressed in a loose-fitting, three-quarter sleeved blouse. The ties that should
have held the neckline closed dangled loosely down the front. Her gathered
skirt dropped just below her knees and she was wearing soft black leather
boots. Her thick brunette tresses fell in waves across her shoulders. She
was smiling at him and speaking so softly he could barely hear her.

She extended her hand to him and he rose to take it. "Aye, that's it, ma
darling. Come to me," she murmured as he stared into her eyes. She stepped
closer to him, her hands caressing his cheeks and traveling down to his
shoulders. She slipped her hands under his collar and gently drew the
material away from his neck. He didn't move, his eyelids fluttering heavily.
She leaned forward and gently slid her fangs into his throat taking several
swallows of his life-giving blood.

He sighed as the vision of his angel brightened and a feeling of peace and
comfort invaded his body. 'I must be dreaming', he thought, 'but if this is
a dream then never let it end.' She withdrew her fangs and after licking the
wounds closed gently settled him on the soft grass.

"You'll remember this as a pleasant dream," she implanted in his mind with
her melodical voice. "Now, go back to sleep." He closed his eyes and began
to snore softly.

She backed away and took to the air, gliding swiftly along the air currents
until she came to the rocky outcropping she had passed earlier. She dropped
lightly onto the top of it and stretched out lazily, leaning back on her elbows
to stare at the clear, starlit sky.

He observed her gentle seduction of the shepherd and a quiver of need
raced up his spine. His eyes glowed softly as she reclined casually atop a
rock, her sensuous curves highlighted by the bright moonlight. Silently, he
darted toward her. He whispered quietly in her ear then disappeared quickly
into the darkness.

A chill raced up her spine as she felt a mental presence brush against her
mind. She bolted upright, leaning forward and staring intently into the
darkness. She felt a cool breeze against her back and a softly spoken
"Hello there" murmured in her ear. She spun around and saw . . . no one.


End Part 1





Part 2

She pushed out with her senses and a slow smile spread across her face as
she located the familiar presence a short distance behind her. "What manner
of demon is it that chooses to play with me this night?" she asked the empty
air. Suddenly the other was gone, shielding his mental touch from her. She
waited quietly, scanning the darkness around her for any sign of him.

His heart beat twice in rapid succession as he evaded her swiftly searching
eyes. He felt her consciousness invade his and heard in his mind her gentle
laughter, like the tinkling of a dozen tiny bells. He smiled then closed the
link. Finding him wouldn't be that easy.

An instant later, he floated in front of her, his lips brushing hers. She
smiled and leaned in for a deeper kiss. He pulled away from her full lips.
Swiftly he reached out and cupped her breast in his hand. Giving it a gentle
squeeze, he said "Tag! You're it!" and with a whoosh, he vanished. She
stared, shocked, at the empty air before her. She wasn't expecting this.
She called out to him. "Wait! What do you mean?" she demanded. "What is
this 'tag'?"

His laughter carried across the rolling hills to her sharp ears. "Catch me
if you can, my love." He touched her thoughts, playing a game of hide and
seek with her mind. She followed the mental thread between them and his
hiding place flashed in her mind. Closing the mental bond, she leaped swiftly
into the air. Hovering high above the ground she scanned the mountainside to
the east with her enhanced night vision searching for the ledge he was
hidden on. She spotted a dark shadow crouched behind a low finger of rock.
She circled around behind him. As she darted behind him, she opened the
mental link to alert him to her presence. As he turned toward her, her tongue
caressed his neck up to his earlobe. With a gentle nip, she giggled "Tag!
Now you're it!" and amidst a swirl of dust she disappeared.

A grin spread over his face as he clapped a hand over his ear, the skin of
his neck tingling with the unexpected contact. He cast out with his senses
feeling for her. This could be more fun than he thought. She caught on fast.
He felt a brief mental caress and launched himself into the air. He flew
south toward some large, billowy clouds. He approached slowly, peering into
the mist trying to separate solid form from shadow. He dove below the
thickest portion of the cloud and slowly rose. Looking up he discovered her
boot-clad legs with her skirt wavering slightly in the evening breeze. He
grinned broadly as his gaze traveled up her shapely legs to her bare bottom.
He continued up, his hands held above his head. Carefully he reached under
her skirt and brushed his fingers up the backs of her legs tickling her
behind the knees. "Tag! You're it again!" He plummeted downward
disappearing once again into the mist.

"Aahhh!" she inhaled sharply as his nimble fingers sent a jolt of
electricity through her thighs. She shot up through the cloud to hover over
it, breathing heavily. She stared intently at the thick cloud below her as if
she expected the heat of her gaze to penetrate the heavy mist. She
searched again for the link between them and was rewarded with the
woodsy scent of the forest. She sped off southward.

He flew swiftly toward the forest and the welcoming cover of the thick
tree branches. Quickly scanning the area he spied a well hidden branch
high up in a huge oak tree. He lightly settled on the branch and turned his
eyes skyward, searching for any moving shadows against the starfilled
background.

She reached the broad expanse of trees and inhaled deeply, savoring the
earthy aroma. Hovering just off the ground, she silently moved through
the thick trees, carefully searching for any sign of her spontaneous lover.
She heard a rustle of leaves and glancing up, caught a glimmer of his blond
curls between the branches. He was staring intently upward. She silently
snaked her way between the branches and stopped level with his chest. He
jumped and stared at her as she reached out nimbly, grasped the front of
his shirt and popped all his buttons, leaving his chest bare. "Tag! You're
it!" she whispered, her excitement ringing in his ears, then she was gone.

He nearly fell backward off his perch when she materialized in front of
him. Her grasp on his shirt gave him the few seconds of support he needed
to regain his balance, however his shirt would never be the same. The puff
of cool wind created by her departure blew against his chest, hardening his
nipples and sending a shiver through his belly. He left his branch and flew
deeper into the forest, following the mental trail she left for him. She
called to him through their link, enticing and teasing him with images of
intimate caresses and soft, whispered words of passion.

She glided swiftly between trees and brush angling toward a low
rumbling sound in the distance. The noise grew steadily louder and more
distinct. She burst into a small clearing with a deep pool of crystal clear
water fed by a tall waterfall. She glanced back over her shoulder, reaching
out again with her senses. She felt him approaching, his delightful
anticipation of cornering her flashing through her mind. She darted through
the waterfall's downpour to a shallow, sandy cave carved into the rock
hundreds of years before by the action of the water. She stood silently,
watching the curtain of water before her as droplets of the wet
stuff cascaded down her face, arms and legs, her shirt and skirt clinging to
her body emphasizing every feminine curve.

He heard a low pitched sound in the distance and sped toward it. As
he approached he felt her penetrate his senses, her last image of him and
her mirth at his stunned expression as she ruined his shirt dancing through
his thoughts. He exploded into the clearing expecting to find her waiting
for him and was greeted with . . . nothing. It was a beautiful retreat.  The
lush bushes and brightly colored flowers framed the edge of a cold, clear
pond. A majestic waterfall stretched upward, pouring life into the still
waters beneath it. He frantically scanned the bushes, the trees, the crest
of the waterfall, the depths of the pool before him, searching for any sign
of her. His excitement began to fade to disappointment when the faint
sound of laughter drew him toward the curtain of water to his right.
Slowly, he walked toward the water barrier, carefully climbing over the
few low rocks near the water's edge, then wading into the knee deep
water and pushing through the watery curtain to the hollow beyond.


End Part 2





Part 3

She inhaled sharply as a figure appeared in the watery deluge and
emerged onto the wet sand. His blond curls were plastered to his
forehead and rivulets of moisture ran down his pale chest. His loosefitting
pants clung to his muscular thighs outlining the rippling of his muscles as
he stalked her. She backed away, her eyes daring him to come closer.

He stepped out onto the wet sand, drenched, his clothing bonded to him
like a second skin. He growled softly as the vision he'd been chasing
materialized in front of him, her damp hair cascading down her back and
her wet shirt molded to her full breasts. He advanced slowly, his eyes
glowing amber in the dim moonlight. His manhood stirred as he inhaled
her scent and his passion flared.

She stopped, waiting for him to draw nearer. She smiled at him, the
tips of her fangs peeking out beneath her upper lip. The sight and scent
of him sent a shiver of desire through her. 'So innocent he is, a little boy
playing a delightful game', she thought. 'Even as he stalks me, he doesn't
know the power he wields.'

He advanced on her until only inches separated them. He reached out
catching her silky tresses in his hand and drawing her closer still. He closed
his eyes and inhaled deeply. A calm settled over him, an unconditional
acceptance of him and his desires, all of them . . . vampire's and man's.
He opened his eyes and stared deeply into hers, his other hand caressing
her cheek. Gently he brushed his lips against hers, then crushed her
against him, his tongue invading her mouth.

She felt him relax as he held her close to his body. As his fingertips
danced along her cheek she splayed her hand against his chest and traced
the outline of his muscles. His lips met hers and she lost touch with reality
as he pushed into her mouth and mind. She shoved his shirt roughly from
his shoulders and scraped her fingernails down his back.

He growled as he felt lines of fire trail down his back. He released her
lips long enough to tug her shirt away from her skirt, lift it over her head
and toss it away. He buried his face in the curve of her shoulder, drawn
to the vein lying just beneath the surface. Reaching behind her, he
unbuttoned her skirt and let it fall away. His hands trailed across her
hips and down her thighs as he nuzzled across her shoulder and down to
her taut stomach. At his urging, she lifted one foot, then the other. He
pulled her boots free and tossed them away. He kissed across her
stomach, his arms circling her hips, his fingers gently squeezing her rear.

She massaged his shoulders and back, then ran her fingers through his
silky hair. She nibbled the tip of his ear then whispered, "stand up, ma
love." He rose, running his hands over her bare back. She played across
his chest, teasing his nipples and trailing her fingers down to his damp
slacks. She worked at the buttons of his pants, then pushed them over
his hips. Sliding gracefully down his body, she removed his boots and
urged him to step out of the cloth tangled around his ankles.

He stepped out of his pants and kicked them away. As she rose he swept
her up into his arms, his lips meeting hers, desire flaming through his body.
He gently laid her on the damp sand and covered her with his body while
his tongue continued to explore her moist mouth. He rubbed himself
against her, working his way between her legs, his member seeking her
welcoming chamber. With a single thrust, he was inside, sheathed in her
tightness. A low rumble escaped him as he basked in the feel of her, the
scent of her, the closeness of her body. Slowly, methodically, he moved
within her, thrusting and pulling away, thrusting again deeper. As the
tension in his groin became unbearable he slipped his fangs into her
throat and plunged over the edge into oblivion.

She coaxed him out of his pants and lovingly admired his assets. She
stood and brushed her hand over the top of him. Suddenly she was lifted
into his arms, his lips crushed against hers, his tongue assaulting her lips,
demanding entrance. She met his charge with her own passion, sucking
his tongue into her mouth. Then she was on the wet sand, his body pressing
down on her, his legs wiggling between her thighs, his rock-hard shaft
pulsing against her, pushing into her. She inhaled deeply as he penetrated
her. He felt so wonderful, filled her so completely she could think of
nothing she could want more than him inside her. His tempo increased as he
pushed deeper with every stroke. A warmth blossomed in her core and
she sank her fangs into his throat while he struck at hers, completing the
circle.

He withdrew his fangs releasing her then tenderly licked the wounds.
He nuzzled her ear and whispered, "That was wonderful . . . I never
knew a game a 'Tag' could be so much fun." He chuckled softly.

She laughed lightly against his shoulder. "Hhhhmmmmm. I never knew
there was such a game. But I do admit, ma love, that ye play it very well."
She hugged him closer, then playfully pushed him away. She rose, rinsed
the sand from her in the water showering down from above, gathered her
clothes and dressed.

He lay on the sand, his head propped up on his hand watching her,
his eyes following her every move. As she finished dressing, he pouted.
"I guess this means the game is over?" He looked at her hopefully.
"Could I interest you in playing again?"

She smiled wickedly as she gathered his clothes and boots. "No, ma
love. Not that game. I have a different game in mind." She swayed
her hips seductively.

He brightened, his shaft noticeably stiffening at her provocative
gesture. "Oh? And just what game would that be?"

"It's called 'Last one home is a rotten egg!' " She dove swiftly through
the waterfall and flew toward home, still carrying his clothes.


Finis


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