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Nick & Nat Play Monopoly (01/02)
by S. Clark

Nat rolled the dice.  She counted ahead, to herself, and winced.  Boardwalk, with a
hotel.  All she had left was $403 dollars and a mortgaged Marvin Gardens.  She
moved the doggie surreptitiously and handed the dice to Nick.  "Your turn."

Nick smiled at her.  "Not yet."

"Nick," she whined.  "I'm out of money."

"Then I win," he declared.

"Maybe we can trade?"

Nick caught the gleam in her eyes.  "What kind of trade are you proposing?"

"I don't know," she countered.  "Let's see.  You have all of the properties.  I get one
free turn on the board and pay nothing for landing on Boardwalk if I take off my
blouse."

"Just the blouse?" he countered.

"I'm not cheap, Nick."

"Not even a quick feel?"

"Maybe," she said.  She looked over his properties.  "One feel, one breast, one
railroad."

Nick grinned.

"Through the bra."

He pouted again, tossing in the sad puppy face for good measure.

"So, you get a free stop on Boardwalk, a free turn around the board and one railroad.
All I get is a feel through satin?"

She nodded.  "Seems fair."

"I'll toss in another railroad if I can use my mouth," he offered.

"No fangs," she said, waving a finger at him.

He teasingly snapped at the finger.  "No fangs," he agreed and reached out
for her.

"I never said you got to unbutton."  She donned an impish grin.  "That'll
cost you, too."

Nick leaned across the board, his mouth what she could only consider achingly close
to her own.  "How about Mediterranean and Baltic?"

She lightly nipped the end of his nose.  "Not good enough," and moved her hands to
the first button.  "No pay, no play," she said, working the button slowly through the
hole.

He groaned.  "The orange ones?"

Natalie ran her hands down the front of her shirt, accentuating all that was hidden
within.  "I think I can agree to that."

Nick worked open the next button and moved in to kiss the flesh beneath.

"That is unnegotiated territory," she said, pulling back.

Nick pouted and undid the next button.  "But I gave you some prime real estate.
Don't I deserve something extra?"

"I don't think so," she said, voice resolute.

Nick freed her from the remainder of the buttons and pulled the blouse from her skirt,
running his hands through the waistband.

"You're squirming," he said.

"Your hands are cold."

He ran his hands up her legs, causing friction against her stockings.  "Maybe I should
warm them."

"Not anywhere you haven't paid for," she said, pulling his hands out from beneath her
skirt.

Nick pulled his hands from her grasp and lightly edged the silk blouse off her shoulders.
He sat back and looked at her.

"What's the delay?"  She jutted her chest forward.  "Aren't you pleased?"

"I only get one," he said.  "I can't decide which."

Natalie sat back, fighting the urge to cover herself from his gaze.  "Satisfaction
guaranteed."

Nick nodded, keeping a dumb grin on his face.  "Is that a money back guarantee?"

She licked her lips.  "You won't need one."

Nick leaned forward again.  He nuzzled his cheek against her left breast, his stubble
catching on the satin of her bra.  "Is this fair?" he asked.

Natalie titled her head back, savoring the warm flush created by the contact with his
cold skin.  "I think it's acceptable."

Nick turned his head and, with his tongue, encircled the hardened nipple through the
silky fabric.  He placed his mouth firmly against her breast, sucking lightly.

She fought the urge to capture his head, hold him there, force him to continue with her
pleasure.  "That's enough," she said, voice husky.

Nick pulled back and planted a soft kiss along the top of her breast, on the bare skin.
"Are you sure you don't want more?" he asked, following the kiss with his tongue,
tracing along the top of her bra.

"Are you sure you can afford it?" she answered.

Nick pulled away.  "You're right," he agreed.  "We should get back to the game."

He placed his hand over the dice.  "I believe it was my turn."

Nat caught her breath and leaned forward, placing her hand over his.  "Are you sure
you want to continue this game, Nick?"   She leaned in closer and nipped along his
jawline.  "I can think of another."

"Parcheesi?" he asked.

She reached for his chest and tweaked a nipple through his shirt.

"Ow!"  He rubbed the spot of injury.  "That wasn't fair."

She placed her mouth over his and kissed him, tracing his lips with her tongue.   She
pulled back.  "Life's not fair, Nick.  Still want to play?"

He kissed her back.  "Yes," he said.

He leaned in for another kiss but she pulled back.

"Monopoly?" she asked.

"You win," he said.  He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her back on top of
him.  He met her lips again, while his hands moved back to unhook her bra.  "I believe
I now have given you everything."

"Not yet," she said.  "But you will."

Nick rolled over onto his side, pinning Natalie against the couch.  He continued kissing
her but quickly came to realize he was being impaled by several of the small pieces.
The wooden houses and hotels (it was an antique game, after all), were especially
bothersome.

"Nat," he said.

"Hmmm?"

He couldn't quite tell if it was a purr of contentment or an answer to his query.  In any
case, he'd act as if she'd heard him.  "I don't think we should do this."

She pouted.  "Nick."  It had take a long time to get him to respond to her teasing.  She
didn't want the evening to end before it had really begun.

"I mean, not here," he said.  He kissed the tip of her nose.  "Go upstairs and get
comfortable.  I'll join you in a minute."

"You sure?" she asked.

He stood and helped her up.  He pulled her close, kissing her again.  "I'll be there," he
whispered after breaking off the kiss.  "Don't start without me."
 

As Nick arrived at the refrigerator he heard the lift engage.  He looked down at his
disheveled clothes and other obvious signs of his recent amorous encounter, and knew
he was in no shape or mood to receive guests.

He went back to the couch and stuffed Nat's discarded garments between the cushions.
Then he sat on the far end, pulling the comforter over his lap and switching on the TV
as a diversion.

"Hey, Partner," called Schanke as he came through the elevator door and tossed his
jacket on a chair, covering Nat's.  "We still on for tonight?"

"What's that, Schank?"

"The game?  Hockey?"  Schanke looked at the monopoly set scattered over the floor.
"Hey, monopoly.  Maybe we should play that instead."

Nick groaned, remembering the taste he'd gotten of Natalie before she retreated to his
room.  "I don't think so, partner."

"What's this?"  Schanke motioned at the TV set.  "This is some chick movie.  Nick,
where's the remote."  Schanke started feeling between the couch cushions.  "It's gotta
be around here somewhere."

Schanke reached his hand down between the cushions and pulled out a bra.  "Uh,
Partner?  This isn't yours, is it?"

Nick snatched the garment from Schanke's grasp.  "Schanke."

Schanke looked at his partner's lipstick smeared collar.  And the way his partner's
eyes kept shooting up to the bedroom door.  And the otherwise perturbed and
impatient glances he kept getting.  And finally it all clicked.

"Ya know, I think Myra wanted me around he house tonight," he said.  He put his
hand down to push himself up from the couch, and it came up clutching a silk blouse.
"Ummm....sorry," he said, awkwardly stuffing the garment back between the cushions.

Schanke pointed back towards the door.  "I'll, umm, let myself out," he said,
stammering.  He took one look up at the bedroom door and hurried to grab his coat.
This time he noticed the woman's coat beneath his own.

"G'night, Nick," he called from the elevator.

Nick could hear him as the lift returned to the ground floor.  "Oh, to be single again."

Nick returned to the refrigerator and grabbed a few bottles.  He practically flew up the
stairs.

"Sorry I'm late," he said as he came into the bedroom.  "I had company."

"So I heard," she said, giggling.  "Do you think he suspected something?"

Nick smiled.  "He not only suspected, he guessed correctly at which room and with
what weapon.  Everything but the victim."  Nick winked at her.

He noted she looked rather settled in under the covers.  In fact, she looked like she
belonged.

Nick climbed under the covers and pulled her close.

"Nick?"

"Hmmm?"

She ran her fingers over the silk shirt that covered his chest.  "Some things could be a
little difficult if you stay clothed."

Nick stroked her hair.  There was no question what her nearness was doing to him.  "I
hope you won't be too disappointed if I just hold you for a while."

Nat propped herself on one elbow and looked him in the eye.  She smiled.

"What?" he said.

"I thought you were the one all raring to go."  She traced his lips with her fingertips; he
smiled.

"I was.  I still am."  He gently ran his fingers along the warm skin of her back.  She
snuggled close against him, savoring his cool touch.  "But I'm enjoying something now
that I don't often experience."

"And that is?"

"Contentment.  A feeling that I'm almost human."

A tear escaped Natalie's eye, moistening her cheek.  She rubbed it away with her
hand, then rested the hand on his chest.

He put his hand over hers.  "I can loan you something to if you're cold."

"Oh no," she said, very determined.  "It took me enough time to get you to consider
going this far.  When you're ready for the rest, far be it for me to be ill-prepared."

He kissed the top of her head.

They drifted off to sleep.

Nick wasn't around the next evening when Natalie brought over some toxicology
reports.  Schanke, though, regarded her with a silly grin.

"What?" she asked.  She had her coat draped over one arm, manila folders in hand.

"I dunno," he said with a shrug.  "You just seem, well, happy.  I'm glad."

Natalie smiled and swatted at him with the folders.  "Here, these are for you."  She
dropped the folders on his desk.  "I need to head back to the morgue."

Schanke stood up and took Natalie's coat to assist her.  There was something
about it that was familiar.

It wasn't until she walked out the door that he remembered where, and when, he'd
seen it before.

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