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"A Slow Night" (01/03)
by S. ClarkThe desk clerk dropped off the envelope on Detective Knight's desk. He glared at the man. Nick had been doing reports all evening, and was hoping for a reprieve from the paperwork.
He checked over the outside. No routing information. No clue to where it'd come from. Nick grumbled, eliciting a stare from his partner, Tracy Vetter.
"What?" he asked, basically snarling at her.
Tracy got up. "Well, Mister Sunshine. I'm going for coffee. I would offer to get you some, if you drank coffee, and if you were being civil. But, under present circumstances." With that, she was off.
Nick watched her exit, setting the package aside. He went back to his work.
Thirty minutes later he'd finished almost everything. Nick leaned back and came suspiciously close to smiling. Tracy leaned forward. "So, what was the mystery report?"
Nick glanced towards the envelope. "I don't know. I haven't opened it."
Tracy reached out. "Hand it over. I'll take a look."
He made a playful slap at her hand. "It's addressed to me."
"And you aren't the least bit curious?"
"Why should I be?" Nick glanced over again. "Besides, why should you care?"
Tracy leaned back in her chair. "I don't, I'm just bored, too. I think I'm going to go get some dinner. Maybe check out some leads."
"Say hi to Vachon for me." He didn't even look up from his writing.
Tracy stuck out her tongue at him, then grabbed her coat and walked away. She didn't mind that he knew where she was going, as much as the fact he was usually right. Perhaps that was something that came with experience. Maybe when she was around as much as Nick, she'd know these things, too. At least she hoped.
He looked at the stack of completed work. As much as he dreaded it, he realized he should address that one last piece that'd come in, whether he wanted to or not.
He picked up the envelope and opened it. The first thing that he keyed on was the scent. It was familiar.
Nick glanced inside. The contents weren't paper, as he'd expected, they were silk. And pink. It was a pair of panties. He knew who they belonged to.
He picked up the phone, his fingers flying over the familiar numbers.
The other party answered quickly. "Lambert."
"I believe I have something of yours." He kept his voice low, not wanting anyone around to hear his conversation.
"Do you."
"What are you wearing?"
Back in her office, Natalie Lambert smiled. He was taking the bait. "A blue dress. Knee length. Very conservative."
"The dress with the flowers?"
"That's the one," she responded. "The one that buttons up the front."
"And stockings?"
"The silk ones you bought for me. Thigh high."
"And you're not...uncomfortable...working like this?"
"I find it liberating," she said, her voice a whisper. She could feel the flush rising on her body.
Nick grinned. "Will you be at the loft later?"
"I could be at the loft now."
Nick knew his eyes were tinged with gold. His fangs itched. "Be there," he whispered.
Nick slipped his sunglasses out of his pocket and put them on. He stood and drew his duster around his body. Without notice of anyone around him, Nick headed towards the door.
<end part 1>
"A Slow Night" (02/03)
Natalie opened the door to the loft. Nick, seated on the couch, rose. They met in the center of the room.
Her breath was quickened with excitement. "I wasn't sure you'd come."
Nick took her hand. He looked at her outfit, and smiled. "You sent me an invitation I couldn't refuse."
Natalie smiled, now looking more knowing, more in charge. "I did?"
Nick nodded his head. "Too bad Tracy opened my mail."
Nat's mouth dropped open. "She didn't."
Nick nodded again. "No, she didn't." He leaned in closer. "And I'm glad."
She smiled. Lifting her head, she met his mouth for a kiss. Lips parted, tongues searching. Natalie pulled back. "Hmmm, blood breath."
"I needed to take a bit of the edge off."
Natalie placed her arms on his shoulders. "Just a bit, I hope. I'm on my lunch break."
"Just a bit." He leaned in for another deep kiss. "When I opened the envelope, realized what was inside, I wanted you in a bad way."
She traced around his right ear with her index finger. "And now?"
"Now, I want you in a good way."
"Good?" She brushed her lips over his.
Nick ran a hand down her back, then up the back of her thigh, under her dress. "Very good."
She grabbed his buttocks, pulling his hips closer. "I think I've made an impression."
He smiled. "Again, in a good way." His hand continued up her leg, verifying she was indeed being truthful about the disposition of her undergarment.
Natalie ran her hands up his chest, then into the arms of his jacket, pushing it off his shoulders. She moved to the shirt front and began unbuttoning, licking her lower lip in anticipation.
"We are anxious tonight, aren't we."
Nat pulled the tails of the shirt from Nick's slacks. "No, we have deadlines. It's different." She grabbed the back of the shirt collar and pulled it down. "You could help, you know."
Nick grinned. "I'm waiting for my turn."
Natalie pulled away from him. "I think it's too drafty down here anyway." She ducked under his arm and headed for the stairs.
<end part 2>
"A Slow Night" (03/03)
by S. ClarkEven taking the stairs two at a time, it's hard to beat someone who can fly. On the landing she was met by Nick, eyes golden, fangs descended. She felt a tremor tear through her body, but wasn't sure if it was due to fear or lust.
Nick pulled her close, engulfed her in his arms. He kissed his way down her neck, the throbbing vein just beneath the thin skin.
She moaned with the feel of his cool lips against her flushed skin. His confident hands lifted her from the ground, carried her into the bedroom. Natalie kicked off her shoes somewhere in the middle of his room, relatively certain she wouldn't need them for a while.
He placed her gently on the edge of the bed and knelt before her. His hands, his lips traced up her stocking, the inside of her thigh, until he reached bare skin.
She moved, tempting him forward, but he pulled away, removing the stocking from her leg. Then he turned to the other leg, giving it the same treatment.
Natalie was moist in anticipation. He stood before her and leaned in, hands on either side of her hips. She reached for him, running her hands down the supple skin of his well-toned chest.
Nick watched face, enjoying the look of concentration, of anticipation, as she intently traced down to his abs. Then, placing her hands in the waistband of his trousers, she pulled him towards her and undid the button and fly.
She placed a hand within his silk boxers and removed his pants and underwear, taking special care around his fully erect manhood.
Nick stepped out of his pants, then removed his socks. "It's my turn," he whispered, voice husky. He took her hands and helped her to her feet.
He ran his hands down the front of her sensible blue dress, the one with the flowers. Oh, how she could tease him. If he'd run into her at work, realized what she'd done to tempt him, he probably would have taken her right then and there, flush up against a table in an interrogation room, unable to stop himself.
Nick let out a growl at the thought. His hands were upon her breasts, feeling the nipples harden beneath his skin, through the fabric. Natalie's hands had wandered, also, using a soft touch on his hardened member.
His hands loosed the top few buttons, then the waistbelt. Then ventured lower, lifting the dress to bring it over her head.
She reached to pull back the covers.
"No," he said. "I don't want you to hide from me."
She nodded and lay back on the bed. He joined her, lying alongside, his mouth carefully exploring her breasts.
Natalie took his head, pulling him up to meet her mouth. He tried to kiss her closed mouth, but she wouldn't have it. She forced her tongue between his lips. This time he moaned as her tongue caressed each sensitive fang.
He had tried to keep from contact with her blood. But the delicate tissue of her tongue, her lips, was pierced by the sharp canines. Precious droplets formed in the wounds. The taste, the sensations, the love, all threatened to overwhelm him.
He struggled to keep his wits about him, to keep from ripping into her soft skin, taking all that she was. Unable to wait, driven near the brink by her blood, he entered her.
Natalie met this move with a sigh of satisfaction. He began thrusting within her. She pushed her hips up, matching his rhythm.
His movement became more urgent, his face set on the task of delivering them both to release. As he found himself at the brink, he propped himself on one arm. With the other he reached for a bottle he'd left on the nightstand earlier.
The blood was cold and lifeless. It was human, though. It brought his climax.
Nick placed the bottle down and moved his hand to where he could massage Natalie's engorged nub, bringing her to completion, also.
Nick pulled out from her, and rolled onto his back. He cradled her against his chest, enjoying the sound of her breathing slowing, deepening, enjoying the feel of her skin along his.
He kept her within his arms for as long as possible, until the weight of their responsibilities drove them from the bed, and back into the world.
Nick was seated at his desk checking over some bulletins when Tracy returned.
She looked at him for a moment, wondering what was different. Then she realized he was actually smiling. It'd been a while since she could remember him just sitting at his desk, smiling.
"Well, you seem to be in a better mood." She sat down, leaning towards him. "What's the secret?"
Nick put on his professional mask. "I can't tell you."
Tracy narrowed her eyes. "Not even a hint?"
"Well," he lowered his voice to a conspiratorial tone. "You know that unmarked delivery I got?"
Tracy nodded.
"Let's just say, it was a special delivery."
She sat back. "You're not going to tell me, are you?"
Nick smiled. "No."
Tracy crossed her arms. "Same old, same old."
Nick's thoughts flashed back to his earlier encounter with Natalie. 'Not the same,' he thought, remembering Natalie's ardor. 'Not the same, in a good way.'
<fin>
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