Title:	The Sequel (You're On The Air)
Author:	Lisa (moonlight@gnn.com)
Rating:	Explicit
Pairing:	Janette & Nick
May 1996

The author gives permission for this story to be posted to the 
JADFE archive web page.  This story may not be posted elsewhere 
without the permission of the author.

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	Time ticked by -- second by second, minute by minute, hour by
hour.  The radio, once echoing with the sounds of the passion of 
LaCroix and Nat, had fallen into silence hours ago.  Their passion 
was spent.  Natalie had been brought across.  She was now one with 
the night -- brought over by LaCroix at her own behest.  
	For the occupant of the Caddy, time was frozen to the moment 
he first heard Nat's betrayal.  His hands gripped the steering 
wheel of the Caddy.  His eyes were unseeing, gazing blindly through
the windshield.  His ears were deaf, the noises of the city fell 
silent.  Outwardly, there were no indications of movement, but 
his mind raced with thoughts and images of Nat.  His Nat.  So 
beautiful.  So full of life.  Vibrant.  She was everything that he 
was not.  Now that Nat was gone.  He had treasured her humanity, 
and she had given it up.  She had betrayed him and her humanity to 
LaCroix.
	"What did I do wrong?  Why couldn't I save her?"  Nick's 
thoughts dragged him closer and closer to the yawning abyss.  The 
darkness of oblivion swirled around him, threatening to engulf him 
at any moment.
	And then, he was jolted back to his senses by the electrical 
tingle that signified the presence of another vampire.  "Janette," 
he whispered, breaking the silence within the Caddy.  "She's back."

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	Janette had been watching Nick for hours.  As mad as she had 
been at him for his betrayal of her wishes, she still cared for him
deeply -- loved him in fact.  From the darkened recess of a 
doorway, she had allowed the despair coming from Nick to wash over 
her in waves.  He had lured her back to Toronto with his pain.  The
connection between them reverberated with it.  Now, as the dawn 
rapidly approached from the East, Janette knew that she must 
intervene or lose Nicolas to the burning brillance of dawn.
	She rapped gently on the passenger-side window of the car 
before opening the door and sliding inside.  Nick looked upon her 
with eyes clouded by the pain of betrayal.
	"Oh, Nicolas," Janette whispered, "will you never learn?"  
She reached across the distance between them to wipe the blood red 
tears from his cheek.  "You care so much for your little human 
friends, but you can't save them all.  Dying or being brought 
across, what's the difference?  In the end, they will live and die 
as they choose.  They will do as they wish, just as we do."
	"But Janette, I thought she loved me.  I thought she 
understood how evil and vile this existence is."  Nick slumped over
the steering wheel.  His head drooped to rest in his hands.  
	"Excuse me, Nicolas.  But really, you must stop making these 
sweeping generalizations.  I don't see anything vile about my 
existence.  I do what I need to in order to survive.  So should 
you -- and Natalie.  Would you really rather her grow old and die?" 
	"But, Janette, don't you see?  I told her about LaCroix.  I 
talked to her about him.  If she had never met me, she would be 
safe.  She would be alive."  He glanced at Janette, desperate for 
her support, little blood red tears continued to leak out of his 
despair-filled face. 
	"Nicolas, you are *so* naive sometimes.  She was mortal; she 
was destined to die.  She choice to live on as an immortal.  Why do 
you blame yourself for the choice that she made?  It was her 
decision; you did not drive her to it."  Janette climbed out and 
walked around to the driver's side.  She opened the door and nudged 
Nick to get him to slide over.  "Move over.  I'm driving you home 
before we both go up in smoke."
	Nick snapped out of his sobbing for a moment.  He looked at 
Janette and asked, "You know how to drive?"
	Glaring at him out of the corner of her eye, Janette started 
the Caddy and headed to the loft.

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	After settling Nick on the couch, Janette wandered over to 
the refrigerator to get them some refreshments.  Opening the 
fridge, she searched for the bottle of human blood she had 
given Nick for his last birthday.  She quickly realized that her 
search was futile and that Nick had obviously imbibed her special 
vintage already.  With a shiver of distaste, she grabbed a bottle 
of cow blood.  After taking out two wine glasses, she moved to join
Nick on the couch.
	Pouring them each a glass, Janette handed one to Nick.  
"Drink up Nicolas," she said.  "You could use it."  She then draped
herself on the couch next to him.
	Even in the midst of his despair, Nick could not help but 
admire Janette's beauty.  She moved like air.  When she walked, she
appeared to flow from one spot to the next.  There was absolutely 
nothing jarring about her.  Her voice was as soothing as a breeze 
on a hot, humid night.  The beauty of her face had been his sun for
a long time.  She had been his to love for decades, nearly a 
century.  He held her in the same fascination now as he had all 
those years ago.  He was reminded of why he could not let her go, 
why he had disregarded her wishes and brought her back across.  
	She sat next to him, unconsciously smoothing out 
her dress to prevent wrinkles.  It never failed to amaze him that 
she could do the most ordinary thing and make it seem so sensual.  
His eyes followed her hands as they moved over the velvet softness 
of the dress.  Wishing, not for the first time in this century, 
that his hands could once again run themselves over her body, he 
regretted all the years of separation that had been the result of 
his stubborn quest for mortality.  
	//Why did I continue to reject her even after she wanted me 
back?  How could I have been such a fool?  How could I even attempt
to find a replacement for her in my heart?//  He thoughts were 
consumed with an undeniable truth.  //All these years and I've 
never stopped loving her.//  
	He stared at the love of his immortal life with dawning 
recognition.  He wanted to luxuriate in the porcelain smoothness of
her skin forever.  He wanted to caress her body with the reverence 
that it deserved.  He remembered all the times that he had built 
her desire for him to a fevered pitch.  He remembered the point 
where they would both attain ecstasy and lose themselves in each 
other for a time.  He was so afraid of losing her again that he had
kept pushing her away, using his quest for mortality to keep 
himself safe from his feelings for her.  
	//No more.  Never again.//
	Janette talked on, unaware of the course that Nick's thoughts
were taking.  Her voice became a feather-light touch, adding to the
desire that was building within him.  It was as if her voice were a
physical presence that rubbed itself across his skin.
	"Nicolas?  Are you listening?  Nicolas?" Janette asked.  She 
reached out and placed her hand innocently on his knee.
	The physical contact of her hand on his knee shattered any 
control he might have had over his emotions.  Any residual thoughts
of Nat and LaCroix were driven out of his thoughts by his desire 
and love for Janette.  He turned to face her.  His eyes glowed red 
with his desire.
	"I need you, Janette," he whispered hoarsely.  "You were 
right.  My search for mortality has been the quest of a fool.  I've 
been rejecting my nature and pushing you away because I was afraid. 
When you left me all those years ago because you needed to move on, 
I thought I would die from the loneliness and pain.  You were my 
world.  You were the reason I chose this existence.  I was so 
afraid of losing you again.  I don't want to be afraid anymore.  
All I want to do, all I've ever wanted to do, is love you -- heart 
and soul."
	"Oh, Nicolas," she whispered -- a beautiful half-smile 
gracing her face.  Moving closer to him, until her lips were just 
barely touching his.  Her breath caressed his face.  "Mon amour.  
You are mine.  You will always be mine -- heart and soul," she said 
in acceptance.
	Nick's kissed her softly, wanting to savor the taste of her 
lips.  The sensual caress of her lips sent fire searing through his
body, starting a burning at his core.  "So long," he whispered, 
"it's been so long."  
	He pulled her closer, wanting to feel her body against his.  
His tongue thrust into her mouth.  It dipped in to begin a teasing 
battle with hers, thrusting and retreating, thrusting and 
retreating.  He withdrew to place feather-light kisses along her 
jawline, on her eyelids, her forehead, her cheeks, down to her 
neck.  He reveled in the scent of her.  The heady scent of her 
perfume, nightblooming jasmine, filled his being.  He gently 
caressed her face, running his hands softly across her skin, 
reveling in the feel of her.
	Pulling back, he stared into her eyes.  His fingers ran 
across her lips, wondering at their silken texture.  Everything 
about her was soft.  He needs to feel her skin against his.  The 
clothing that served to keep them separate was becoming a painful 
barrier.  He slowly moved to push the straps of her dress off of 
her shoulders.  
	She pulled away from him and stood up.  Staring down at him, 
she slowly unzipped the dress. Her hands pushed it down, allowing 
it to drop in a heap to the floor.  She wore no bra, only red silk 
panties and black stockings with garters.  Her eyes never leaving 
his, she placed one foot on the couch between his legs.  She 
unhooked the stockings from the garter.  Reaching out her hand to 
him, she allowed their fingers to intertwine.   She placed his hand 
at the top of her stocking and allowed his hands to follow hers as 
she slowly slide the silken material down her leg.  She then 
repeated the procedure on the other leg.  Finally, removing her 
panties, she placed a knee on either side of his body and straddled 
his waist. 
	He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer.  His lips
sought her.  
	He murmured softly, "My love. My Janette.  So beautiful, so 
soft."  
	Moments later Janette began to moan in pleasure as Nick's 
hands roamed over her body.  His lips devoured her mouth.  They 
traced a path down her neck to her breasts.  She arched backward to 
allow him fuller access to her nipples.  He placed feathered kisses 
over the fullness of her breasts.  His mouth slowly moved from one 
pink-tipped nipple to the other, lavishing them each with 
attention.  
	Janette threw back her head and gasped when Nick reached down
between her legs.  He eased a finger slowly into her velvet heat 
and teasingly back out.  Every nerve in her body was sensitive to 
his touch.  Her body was an open book to him.  He knew where to 
caress, where to tease.  He knew where to stroke her and for how 
long.  There was no resisting his ministrations.  He was her 
perfect lover.
	Her body began to rock in toward him in the uncontrollable 
rhythm of desire.  Wanting to feel so much more than his finger 
inside of her, she reached down to unzipper his pants.  
	He stopped her, grabbed her around the waist and laid her 
down on the couch.  Quickly unbuttoning his shirt, he pulled it off
and threw it into the corner.  He then relieved himself of the rest
of his clothes.  
	He kneeled between her legs and used his tongue to take over 
the ministrations of his fingers.  The raw scent of her overwhelmed
his senses.  He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply.  He reveled
in the scent of her.  Everything that was Janette was found in the 
juices that flowed out from her core.  There was nothing more 
intimate to him then the taste of her desire.  He nuzzled his 
tongue in and out, savoring the taste of her.  He delved deeply 
into her.  His tongue plundered her depths, driving her pleasure 
higher and higher.  
	Janette moaned.  Her body was wracked with pleasure.  She 
pressured her hips upward, thrusting and twisting in ecstasy.  Her 
hands massaged her breasts, twirling around her nipples.  
"Nicolas," she breathed.  "Yes, Nicolas."  She ached for 
fulfillment.  She longed to feel him within her.  She pushed on his
shoulders to let him know what she wanted.
	He looked up at her and gave her a lazy, sensual smile.  He 
kissed her inner thigh and then her stomach.  He thrust his tongue 
into her belly button, then slowly trailed his tongue up to one 
breast.  He lapped at the soft swell of its underside, letting his 
fingers trail lightly across the nipple of the other.  His mouth 
covered the little pink nub, teasing it with his tongue.  Hearing 
Janette's moan, he left her breast and continue up to her neck and 
then to her lips.  
	He kissed her deeply.  Pressing his hips against hers, 
he allowed her to feel his hardness against her.  He teased her 
with the promise of fulfillment, but he did not move.  
	Her entire body ached to feel him inside of her.  She needed 
him now.  Opening her legs to receive him, she reached her arms 
around his hips and tried to force him into her.
	Not to be rushed, he pressed slowly into her velvety flesh.  
He allowed her to feel each inch of him moving in to fill her.  He 
wanted her to feel him sheathed inside of her.  With aching 
slowness, he pressed into her, penetrating her deeply, burying 
himself in her warmth.  
	Staring into her eyes, he began a slow, building rhythm.  He 
thrusted and she thrusted back.  He stroked in and out, in and out. 
He penetrated her totally and then pulled out to tease her 
lovingly.  He continued to fill her and then ease out, wanting to 
prolong the ecstasy.  Varying the length and power of his strokes,  
he was consumed by the feel of her around him.    
	When she began to undulate her hips to receive his thrusts, 
forcing him to plunge fully into her, his thrusting began to build 
in pitch.  His strokes became shorter and quicker.  He gripped 
her hips and pushed deeper into her, burying himself in her, moving
faster and faster.
	She wound her legs around his hips, moving her hips up and 
down in a rhythm that matched his.
	He thrusted over and over again, faster and faster. His 
motions became more frenzied.  His desire for release was becoming 
overpowering, all consuming.  He threw his head back in ecstasy. 
His fangs were fully extended.  He thrust into her, straining to 
contain his release, waiting for her to be ready.
	At the moment when he thought he would explode, she gripped 
his shoulders and pulled him down to her.  Her fangs ready to 
strike.  
	Their fangs sunk into flesh at the exact same moment.  
Together they exploded in orgasm.  Their bodies rocked with the 
spasms of pure pleasure, total fulfillment.  Their blood blended in
sweet, consuming passion.  They were one in all senses of the word.

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	Across town, after a quick lesson in the dos and don'ts of 
vampire flight, Natalie left LaCroix at The Raven.  She wanted to 
talk to Nick and attempt to explain why she had done what she did 
before he found out about it from someone else.  Knowing Nick, she 
figured he would be very distraught about the situation and she 
planned to stay with him as long as necessary to help him get over 
his despair.
	//Afterall,// she thought, //on some level, I did this for 
him.  I'll just have to make him understand and accept this new 
wrinkle in *his* reality.//
	She landed on the roof of Nick's building and made her way 
over to the skylight.
	Chuckling, she said, "I've always wanted to do this."
	She opened the skylight and flew down to land in the center 
of the living room.
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The End.   Maybe? ;)
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