Here's a little bit of pure N&N smut for you all to enjoy. It was inspired by a picture in Playgirl magazine. Don't ask...or do, but off-list, please.  <g> Enjoy!!

Thanks go to Heather-Anne Gillis and Lynn Messing for beta reading.  I really appreciate it!!

Permission to archive at the JADFE site and the Mortal Love site. If Mel wants it, it may also be archived at www.fkfanfic.com.

DISCLAIMER: The Forever Knight characters in this story do not belong to me. They were created by J. Parriott and B. Cohen and are owned by Sony/TriStar. No copyright infringement was intended by the author. 


NICK, NAT...CADDYWHACKED
by Nancy Taylor
December, 1999

Warm summer air whipped against Natalie's skin, blowing her hair in unruly wisps about her face. It was a beautiful night for driving with the top down on the Caddy. She brushed at the stray locks, tucking them back inside her scarf.
"Where are we going?" She glanced around as Nick drove, trying to get a feel for their destination.
"You'll see," he answered, grinning.
She had gotten dressed up this evening on a whim. Nick's whim. The detective had offered to take his favorite pathologist out to dinner after a particularly grueling week at the Coroner's office. 
Her curiosity was further aroused when they exited the expressway and began to take rural roads leading farther and farther away from downtown Toronto. Leaving the lights of the city behind, they drove through open country. 
After almost an hour on the narrow road, the Caddy sputtered and died. Coasting, Nick pulled off to the shoulder and grimaced at the gauge. "Out of gas," he muttered.
"What are we going to do now?" Natalie asked, looking around the deserted countryside.
"How about a picnic in the moonlight?" Nick pulled a basket from the recesses of the back seat, presenting it to her.
"You *planned* this, didn't you?" she accused, trying her best to look stern and not succeeding.
He shrugged. "Yeah, well ... I didn't want any interruptions."
Taking the basket, he walked around to the passenger side of the Caddy and opened the door. He took her hand and led her out into a field, spreading the blanket near an oak tree, under the stars. "Isn't it a beautiful night?"
"Yes," she sighed.
Nick poured a glass of wine for her. As she sipped, he gazed at  her, admiring the pearl-whiteness of her skin in the moonlight. How perfect she looked. Eternal.
She nibbled at all the delicacies wealth could offer--caviar, fine cheeses, bread and champagne. He sipped at his own dinner, but his hunger was for more than blood this night. Far more.  
When Natalie had finished, he packed the basket, leading her back to the car. "That was wonderful," she sighed, feeling contented.
"Thank you."
"Nat, there's something I need ... need to tell you," he stammered.
"What? That we're stuck out here until someone brings gas?"
"No. No, not that. Nat...." She looked at him expectantly. "I *do* need something. I need you." 
He gathered her in his arms, kissing her passionately. Her lips parted as his tongue begged entrance. He tasted her, drinking her in her sweetness. When he finally released her, she gasped and stared at him with wonder. 
Golden eyes looked back at her. "Are you afraid?"
"No." Brushing her hand down his cheek, she rubbed her thumb across his lips, feeling the hardness of his fangs beneath the flesh. "I could never be afraid of you."
Reaching behind her, he unzipped her dress, pushing the sleeves off her shoulders, revealing creamy, lace-covered mounds. Thumbs brushed across satin, raising hard nubs of flesh beneath. He buried his face in the cleft of her breasts, reveling in her vanilla-cinnamon scent, enchanted by the beating of her heart.
Natalie tossed her head back. His touch ignited fire within her.  Her love, so long suppressed, exploded within her. Eager fingers worked at the buttons of his shirt, exposing the alabaster whiteness of his skin to the moon. Her hands brushed across the expanse of his chest, feeling tight points of flesh as she caressed his nipples.
Nick groaned. Taking her hands, he placed them on his crotch, imploring her. She rubbed the hardness that she felt there, kneading the rigid flesh through the cloth of his trousers. The sound that bubbled from his throat was almost a whimper, not quite a cry. 
As she worked frantically at his belt and fly, he ripped at her bra. As the lingerie snapped, her breasts bounced free. Cool hands cupped them, while lips suckled eagerly. Finally, she was able to free his erection. The hard shaft of flesh pointed directly at her. 
Nick struggled to wiggle free of his remaining clothes. Tugging at her dress and underwear, he finally freed Natalie, as well. He rubbed against her in a vain attempt to relieve the growing ache in his groin.
"Nick? Nick!" Natalie fought for his attention. "Can we move to the back?" she asked softly.
Noticing the awkward, and likely uncomfortable, position she was in, he agreed. Lifting her over the seats, he placed her in the back and climbed over.
She lay across the trunk of the car, spreading her legs invitingly. Nick grabbed her ankles and lifted her legs in the air, standing between the "V" they created. She reached out, fondling his
erection, stroking the silken hardness. She guided his penis gently past the folds of her labia and into the moist warmth of her vagina.
Shuddering at her touch, Nick thrust, sheathing himself completely within her. His hands massaged her breasts. His lips engulfed the fullness of one, suckling the tight flesh of her nipple.
Natalie groaned, thrusting her hips toward him, encouraging him to continue.
He began with long, slow strokes, pulling his penis nearly all the way out, then gliding back in, filling her completely. She grabbed his buttocks and pulled. At the same time, she thrust her hips forward eagerly.
His need was growing with every stroke. He wasn't sure how much longer he could hold out. He increased his tempo, thrusting harder.
"Oh, Nick!" Natalie cried out, tangling her fingers in his golden locks and pressing his face to her breast. Her orgasm swept over her like a tide, threatening to wash her away if she didn't hold fast. 
Nick felt her vaginal muscles contract around his penis. The ache was incredible. He pumped harder, trying to relieve the pressure. With a cry, his fangs found the soft flesh of her shoulder, and he drank.
She saw him in those moments--loving, fierce; beautiful, beast; filled with God, wracked by evil. She felt him pulsing within her, emptying his seed deep within. She floated in a cloudless sky, the moon washing her in a silver light. 
And then it was over. Nick stood above her, cupping her face with his hands. "I love you, Natalie Lambert." His voice was a fervent promise.

Once the afterglow had faded and they were once again dressed, Nick flew her back to the city, with the assurance he would send someone to get the Caddy in the morning. Secure in his arms, Natalie knew they had only just begun....

THE END

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