Somehow, and I'm still trying to figure out the details, I was elected to write birthday smut for Marci. Not that I mind this...after all, it's not such an unpleasant task. And, I do wish Marci a happy birthday. But, how I got voted in is still somewhat of a mystery. But, regardless of the
circumstance, and in honor of Marci's natal anniversary, I present the following.

This is an adult story intended for adult audiences only. If it's not legal for you to read such things, or if this type of story offends you, please don't read it. As always, feedback is welcome.

Permission given to archive at fkfanfic website as well as the JADFE site.  No other permission is granted to repost/reprint/reuse.

This story is based on characters and situations that aren't mine. Thanks to TPTB for their use.



Nick & Nat Play Cards
by S. Clark



Natalie pulled the coffee table closer to the couch. She shuffled the deck of cards, then started laying down the tableau for solitaire.

Nick sat his drink down on the table, and peered over the cards.  "Am I that exciting?"

Natalie finished the setup and started playing the game. "You've been involved with your hockey game. I thought I might find something else to do."

"But I thought you liked hockey." Nick gave her his best puppy-dog eyes coupled with a killer smile.

"I do, Nick," she explained, slapping the cards down on the table.  "But I thought perhaps you invited me over for other reasons."

Nick thought about that for a moment and a smile came to his lips.  Then his expression went blank. "I'm sure there's something we can do."

Nat looked at the cards, then at Nick, and then back at the cards.  And a smile came to her lips, and stayed. "Do you know how to play poker?"

He shrugged. "Of course."

Nat collected the cards and started to shuffle. "Then that's what we'll play. Five card draw, nothing wild."

"Ok," Nick agreed.

"Strip poker," she added.

Natalie could have sworn Nick's face lost color when she spoke the last part. But, eyes wide, he nodded his assent.

Natalie dealt out the first cards, and picked up her hand. A pair of nines. It held promise. She glanced over at Nick. "Want any?"

He set a card down on the table. "One."

Natalie took two. She got one more nine in the draw, giving her three of a kind. She looked over at Nick. "What do you have?"

"Two pair," he announced, smiling. "Queens over sixes."

"Not bad." She laid down her hand. "But not good enough." The smile on her face widened as she lay down the nines. "So."

"So?" responded Nick, trying to look innocent.

Natalie thought he did that remarkably well for someone with his history. Still, she wasn't going to let him off that easy.

"This is strip poker. You remove something when you lose a hand."

"Oh," said Nick, obviously hoping she'd forgotten. He made a whole production of untying the laces on his left shoe. Then he pulled off the shoe and set it aside. "Like that?"

"Like that," agreed Natalie as she gathered the cards for the next hand.

The game continued as it'd started. After several more hands,  Natalie was down two shoes and a sock.

Nick, on the other hand, was stripped to his trousers and staring at a hand with only a queen of spades as the high card. He was seated on the floor across from Nat.

"Nick?"

"Hmm?" He tried to look innocent. Again.

Natalie peered over the top of her cards. "I said I call."

"Hmm?"

"Nick, don't be a baby. Just lay down your cards."

Nick set the cards on the table. "Nothing," he said with a shrug.

Natalie glanced over his hand. "I've got nothing, either." She set down her cards, one at a time. "But, nothing with an ace," she placed an ace of hearts down, "beats your nothing with a queen."

A look of resignation came over Nick, and he started to unfasten the trousers. He squirmed out of them. Then, kneeling on the floor, he folded them carefully, and set them atop his stack of discarded clothing.

"This is embarrassing, you know."

A slow smile spread over Nat's face. "I can't see that you have anything to be embarrassed about." She let her eyes trail down his body, to his tented silk boxers.

Nick sat down, and stuck a hand over his growing manhood. "Natalie!"

She merely shrugged and continued shuffling. "If you're tired of playing, I could return to solitaire." She noticed that Nick had begun absent mindedly rubbing himself.

A smile slowly came to Nick's face. "Perhaps we could do something else."

"Something like?"

"Nat, this is hard..."

She raised an eyebrow.

He gave her a sheepish grin, his mood lightened. "I want this, us, together. But I'm not sure I can control myself."

Natalie lowered herself to the floor, still keeping the table between them. She reached a hand out to him. "I'm not afraid."

Nick took her hand lightly in his. He kissed the palm, then nuzzled against her wrist, inhaling her sweetness.

She sucked in a breath, but released it slowly as he merely kissed the spot, and returned his gaze to her. His eyes now flecked with golden desire.

"Do you trust me?" His voice was raspy.

Natalie didn't flinch. "Yes," she breathed. "Always."

Nick placed a kiss on the back of her hand. "Wait here."

She nodded.

"And close your eyes."

Natalie shut her eyes tight. She could hear rustling as Nick moved through the loft, but resisted the urge to peek. She fought to keep herself relaxed, anticipating the event she'd so long desired, with the man she so loved.

She felt the gentle breeze as Nick returned to her side. He took her hand, and placed his other hand under her arm, helping her to stand. 

"Can I look?" she asked, her anxiety rising with Nick's nearness.

"Not yet." His breath tickled across her cheek as he spoke. He was now standing behind her.

As he led her around the table, she leaned back. His erection was trapped between them, and he moaned in pleasure.

"Soon now," he whispered, and swept her into his arms. "Very soon," he repeated, brushing his lips against her.

In moments, Natalie was being placed back on her feet. She realized that Nick had flown her up to his room, and felt a twinge of disappointment that she hadn't been able to fully experience the journey. Such thoughts were quickly forgotten as, though, Nick's hands expertly roamed her body, removing her clothing.

"Do I have my love's permission to proceed?"

She felt her heart skip at the words he spoke, and mutely nodded.

Nick wrapped his arms around her, and planted his lips firmly upon hers. She let her hands roam his body, exploring territory she had so long desired. She smiled as she realized he had removed his boxer shorts, his hardened manhood now pressing into her belly.

"You can open your eyes, love," he whispered, his voice soft and tender.

Natalie let her face fall. "I'm afraid if I do, I'll awake from a dream, and this won't be real."

She felt Nick's delicate touch under her chin. "It couldn't be more real." He followed his words with an emphatic kiss. While he didn't open his lips, she could feel the outline of his fangs.

Natalie slowly let her eyes open. Nick had set candles on the night table and dresser. The room was filled with a soft, flickering glow.

"It's beautiful, Nick."

He stroked her cheek. "You're beautiful."

Nick lowered her to the bed, and lay beside her. He let his hands and his gaze roam her body, finally settling between her legs.

She moaned and pushed against him. Nick smiled at her response.  Then, moved to gently tease and suck upon her nipples, bringing them to hard points.

Natalie tried to focus on all the pleasurable sensations, but found Nick's attentions almost overwhelming. She tried to overcome this need to analyze, and instead just let the feelings wash over her.

"Oh, Nick," she pleaded, driven with desire. "Nick, please, I want you in me."

Nick positioned himself over her. He knew from his earlier touch that she was very aroused, and he easily slid into her warmth.

"Natalie," he could feel tears forming in his eyes. He kissed her throat, as he began to move, thrusting gently at first. "Natalie," he repeated.

She moved her legs up to encircle his hips. The contact with more of her warm skin caused him to grow harder within her, and the urgency in his thrusts increased.

"Yes," she moaned, "yes." She closed her eyes again, and allowed her body to match his rhythm.

Nick tensed as his body neared its climax. With a loud growl, he raised his head, then lowered it into Natalie's shoulder.

The warm blood filled his mouth, and as it did, a part of Natalie flowed into his soul. As he tasted her love, her heart, his body found release.

He wanted this moment, the complete sense of peace and love, to last forever. But deep within, he knew that he must not take too much. And a growing kernel of fear in his heart made him think perhaps he had.

He withdrew his fangs and kissed the wounds, each now closing.

"Now that's a finish," she said, placing a quick kiss on the tip of his nose.

Nick placed his lips over hers and kissed her deeply. "We aim to please."

She took his hand and moved it down her body. "That's good to hear," she said, placing it back on her warm mound.

He took the hint, and began to massage her hardened nub. With expert attention, it wasn't long before he was able to bring her to her own climax.

Natalie let out a sigh of contentment, and lay her head back on the pillow.

She felt something cold against her cheek. Her eyes fluttered open, and saw Nick had a glass in his hand.

"It's juice," he said. "I think you should drink some."

Natalie sat up and took the glass. "I didn't know room service was included."

Nick lazily stroked his hand up and down her arm. "Isn't juice standard at any blood donation?"

"And how would you know?" she wondered aloud. Then she held up her hand. "Nevermind, I'd rather not know."

Natalie emptied the glass. Nick took it from her and placed it back on the night table.

She lay back down and rolled onto her side. Nick spooned up against her, laying his arm protectively over her.

"Comfy?" he asked.

"Hmmm mmmm." She was drifting towards a blissful sleep, content in her lover's arms.

Nick stayed awake for the next hour, listening to her breathing, her heartbeat, before he was ready for his own slumber. "And next time," he whispered to her sleeping form, "maybe we won't use a marked deck."

Natalie, sleeping deeply, snuggled closer to him.

Nick let himself slide into sleep. There, his dreams were filled with sunshine and love. And, forever, Natalie.


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