"Last Kiss" (1/1) By Melissa "Cousin Mel" Puzio Sex:(M/F) Explicit sex between LaCroix and Alina Time stamp: Between parts 12 and 13 of "Ring Around the Rosies, Pocketful of Posies......" LaCroix ran a finger down Alina's cheek, wiping away the blood tear. He licked the blood off the appendage, tasting all her love for him in one single drop. "What was that for?" She breathed. "I just wanted to taste you, one last time," he said, sadly. "Then perhaps you'd like to do that properly?" Alina offered, full of promise. ***************************************************************** No one noticed them as they departed to the refuge of LaCroix's private office in the back of the Raven. And neither Alina nor LaCroix would have noticed any onlookers wondering where the two of them were off to, for they were too consumed with each other. Both of them wanted to seal off this room as an alternate universe; a never ending entity unto itself, away from reality and Divia's treachery. For in this moment of time, they would be as one. LaCroix locked the door behind him, ensuring that they would not be disturbed. He would dare no vampire or mortal to deprive him of this possibly last encounter with his beloved. He called Alina into his arms, wrapping those powerful limbs around the small of her back, drawing her body against his. She responded by draping her own elegant hands around his neck, bringing his face close to hers, so that their lips brushed. With that first seeking out of each other's lips, passion exploded. The first gentle brushing deepened into a crushing kiss. Outside, lips devoured lips, and inside, tongues twined like crazy. Alina ran her tongue along LaCroix's upper teeth. Swirling and teasing, her play brought his fangs out for the ride. She let the sharp points prick her tongue, drawing a thin line of blood along the length of it. The blood dripped its way inside LaCroix's mouth,down his throat. It burned like wonderful fire down his insides; his beautiful Alina's magical blood. If it was possible, he buried his mouth deeper into hers, letting her taste of him. He ran his tongue along her fangs, which by now had distended. As she had did to him, he cut his own tongue open along her teeth, allowing his blood to seep through her. Instantly, their mouths formed an almost unbreakable seal, sucking on each minute amount of blood as if it were the last drops contained in their bodies. A great tonsil cleaning kiss. When they finally detached their mouths from each other's, they looked up into equal pairs of glowing, golden eyes. And to think, this was just beginning. LaCroix feathered kisses down Alina's face and jawline. His lips tracing a pattern down the crest of her high Slavic cheekbone, to the curve of her perfectly sculpted chin. All the while, her hands exploring; running down the length of his chest. Fingers searching for skin beneath the wool of the black turtleneck he wore. "Not yet," he murmured, tenderly, yet full of passion. "I want to taste you first." "But of course," Alina purred. Letting him continue his exquisite, intimate torture of her. The bold, aggressive female vampire allowing herself to be submissive to his touch. To let the caressing of his soft lips on her skin burn into her memory. It satisfied her that even with her possible death, their passion and love could live on forever. Take that Divia! LaCroix lowered the neckline of her purple silk shirt, pulling the scoop necked garment down past her shoulders and further exposing her delicate collarbone and the tops of her milky white breasts. "So beautiful....." he whispered again and again. The vibration of his velvety voice throbbing in her ear, Alina yearned to grab him by that cursed turtleneck, push him down on top of the hard, black marble desk, and climb atop him. Then she remembered, "I want to taste you first," and resisted, though she was still seriously tempted. She found his head between her cleavage, his mouth working his way up towards her neck, instead of the other way around. Kissing, licking, biting, sucking. Devouring her silken skin like a starving man. When LaCroix's tongue hit the groove that was the hollow of her throat, Alina thought she would lose it. Just from that simple move, she felt an orgasmic thrill that shook her to her toes. Ah, to give into abandon..... LaCroix rose his head from her chest and looked back into Alina's eyes. In both vampires, the gold flecks rimming the iris had turned to red; a sign that their lusts were raging. He returned his mouth to her neck and began to nuzzle it; first with gentle caresses, then more roughly.Soon, he was quite ravaging her neck, not only kissing the long white column, but scraping the surface with his fangs; drawing blood that he lapped up, greedily. She could do nothing but roll her head back and enjoy the pleasure of it all. Drowning in sensation and her own bloodlust building, Alina longed for release. "Take me now, Lucien," she pleaded. Her voice husky and supremely sexy. "Drink from me again, and remember me forever....." LaCroix needed no more encouragement. He threw his head back, like a proud lion, claiming what was rightfully his, and sank his fangs deeply into Alina's neck. He let her blood flow in slowly, at first, allowing him to savor everything she was and is. The sadness of her first kill, when she unintentionally drained the life of her beloved, Alexei. Her rage directed towards evil mortals who terrorized innocents. Her wicked sense of humor, laughing with Nicholas and Dr.Lambert. The fire and the naughtiness that she directed towards him when she called the radio station to "hassle" him. The ecstasy the first time they made love. Her surprising love for him that grew into something incomparable. The memories washing over him like a raging sea; enveloping into his mind for all time. Then he just let her essence rush in, drowning in the pure taste of her. He relished the flavor of musky flowers and smoky woods; the aroma of her favorite scent and her fiery personality. This bright fire that shone and burned beneath the darkness of their kind. Meanwhile, Alina simply tilted her head back, enjoying the sensations of her blood being drained into her lover. Sensations unmatched by anything mortals could experience. But soon, she would need to feed, as well. To draw from the well that was everything that her Lucien was. Her love, her world. As he continued to drink from her, she yanked down the cowl of his turtleneck sheath, exposing the pale flesh of his strong neck to her awaiting mouth. She lowered her head and dug her own fangs into the base of his neck near the collarbone. Heady, powerful blood of an ancient assailed her senses. Deep, rich and full bodied as a strong red wine, only much more flavorful and intoxicating. She felt the mixed memories rushing in as their blood melded together. He taking from her; she taking from him. She could taste herself in him; bathed in his essence. It tasted of nothing but love and passion and of this one rapturous moment. Ah, the glory of it all. By now, LaCroix's hungers had been sated, and she could feel him again at her breasts; his large hands boldly stroking her. As one of them found their way down her blouse, and his thumb squeezed her nipple, she drew more of his blood into her mouth and down her throat. Alina would have surely moaned aloud, had her mouth not been full. After what seemed like a glorious eternity, Alina withdrew her fangs from LaCroix's flesh, and turned to look her lover in the eye. He was panting, as they both were, glowing in the glory of their blood sharing. He cupped her chin in his palm, and drew her into a kiss; tasting the experience over and over again. "I told you it would be better, that I taste you first," he chided. "Ah, so you were right.........for a change," she kidded, giving him a wide smile. Alina slid the black suit jacket off LaCroix's shoulders and pulled the turtleneck over his head, giving her free reign on his chest. Now that their blood hungers were sated, it was time to indulge in the pleasures of the flesh. If this was to truly be their final encounter, then Alina wanted it all; his blood and his body. And it didn't take her mind reading skills to discern that Lucien was thinking the same about her. When they were engaged in blood sharing, they stood in the middle of the room, with only each other's body for support. Now, LaCroix had led Alina to the soft multicolored couch in the corner of the office, the place where he had discovered Urs, Vachon, and Urs' nightmare. He laid on his back, while she knelt above him, their pelvises so dangerously close together. Alina began to unbutton her disheveled shirt, which was now hanging off her shoulders. As she got down to the last few buttons, one of them got stuck; the loose thread tangling around the button while it was halfway through the hole. "Need some help?" LaCroix queried, his voice low and sensuous. "No," Alina responded, playfully batting his raised hand away. "I'm almost 500 years old. I certainly know how to undress myself." Alina finally fixed the little problem and unbuttoned the rest of the shirt, depositing it over on the floor with LaCroix's jacket and shirts. This time, when she was left only in (at least on top) her black lace underwire bra, she did ask for assistance, even though she really didn't need it. The thrill of his cool hands fixed on her equally cool back was worth a little teasing. "I do need a little assistance with this," she purred, pointing to the bra, whose strap was deliciously falling off her shoulder. LaCroix obliged, sitting up and shifting his weight so that he was behind her. He unhooked it slowly, kissing her neck and back while he slid the contraption off her pale form. His hands massaging her body, as he kissed her some more. "Mmmm. Do that again," she purred. "Do what again my dear?" LaCroix asked. "The kiss?" As he nibbled on her earlobe. "Or the massage?" As he traced the tips of his fingers up and down her back. "Bbbboth," Alina said greedily, as her voice quivered with each of his touches. Indeed, LaCroix continued with both, massaging her back and shoulders while kissing her neck. Each touch, each caressing, each kiss, each tracing, felt just like heaven, pardon the expression to a vampire. She radiated in the joy of his movements; fast and fluid, slow and languid. She longed to stay in this position forever. But she knew that would not happen, for she wanted much more than his hands..... "All right, enough of that!" She chuckled heartily. "It's your turn now. On your back!" LaCroix complied, sinking back down into the soft luxury of the sofa. Instead of rubbing his front with her hands, Alina bent down towards him, using her long red hair as a tool. She let long flame locks tease his skin, the ends brushing against his nipples. This caused them to stiffen into hard little peaks, which Alina took into her mouth. She teased them with her tongue, flicking the tops of them with her wet kisses. She could feel his body contract beneath her and hear a deep groan of satisfaction released from his throat. Then she pressed her full weight on top of him, feeling his erection even against the stiff material of her black jeans. Here, they rolled around on the couch, laughing and kissing each other hard on the mouth all the way. Deep, soul searching kisses. Deep, throat invading kisses. Switching positions, Alina on top one minute, LaCroix on top the next. The only other movements they made were each other's hands pawing at each other's backs. Searching hands, as Alina's hands found their way down the back of LaCroix's pants, stroking and massaging his buttocks, while his hands slithered down the front of hers; reaching beneath her underwear and sliding his fingers up and down portions of her nether regions. Both moaned aloud at each touch. As Alina continued to trace and massage LaCroix's ass and spine, He continued to rub her clit and labia; thumping his fingers in expert rythym against her nether folds. She moved down, sliding past each cheek and now stroking his balls; he inserted a finger inside her. As she fingered his scrotum and teased his cock, he pressed his finger deeper; adding another one as well. LaCroix shuddered at Alina's touch, while she positively melted. It certainly got loud in that room tonight, good thing for soundproofing. By now, LaCroix was extremely hard, and Alina was extremely wet. It was time. Time for when they would be joined in the eternal dance of the sexes. Somehow or another, they divested their lower garments and were naked beneath each other. This time, he was on top, and both her legs were wrapped tightly around his waist. He entered her slowly, at first, watching her moan with delight at the long, deliberate entrance. Then he pulled out, and entered back in, quickly and deeply. He repeated this process, and with each movement, Alina squeezed her legs tighter, fusing their hips closed and sealing him tightly inside. "Oh goddess.........Oh Lucien........Oh yes......." she screamed again and again, calling out his name repeatedly. Lost in a swirling sea and out of control, he moaned her name as well. "Ahhhh.......Alina.......never leave me.......love you always......" On and on, they rode that wave, a seemingly endless climax. When they finally were at that peak, LaCroix sank his fangs deep into Alina's neck, and she into his. As more blood flowed down their throats, the more LaCroix thrust. Here was the supreme union of body and blood, made so complete by the simultaneous interaction of intercourse and blood sharing. Eventually, after one more interjection from both of them, they collapsed, and released each other. LaCroix slid his cock out, and Alina unwrapped her legs. When they were all finished kissing and basking in the afterglow, Alina dressed and got ready to leave. Sadly, LaCroix knew why. It was her turn to face the wrath of Divia. He dared to dream that this would not be the last time he would see her in his arms. "I have to go," Alina breathed, suddenly near tears. She pressed against him, wrapping her arms around his back for what she hoped would not be the end. The end of them. The end of her. "I know," LaCroix wavered. The ancient vampire suddenly becoming frightened. He ran a finger down her trembling face, which still, remained full of inner strength. "Be careful, my fiery angel. Come back to me." One more soul searching kiss, and then she was gone, shutting the office door behind her and bursting the perfect world created in the room. THE END (At least for the sex scene) -- Cousin Mel *Cousin*Dark Knightie*Dark Nattie*Valentine*NVC*NA*Lucius Wench*Dark Trinity*Ravenette Wannabe*TPoCB Survivalist*Kronic Kronkoholic*Keeper of the Blessed Cat o' Nine Tails*DSS*Sister Passionata*Immortal Beloved*Jagrmeister* cuznmel@usaor.net, Penchk68@aol.com, CousinMel@aol.com, darkmiss@juno.com "I will always know where to find you, Nicholas. That is our code."