Subject: ADULT: Nick & Nat and a Very Special Night (01/01)
Date: Sun, 24 Jan 1999 22:06:38 -0700
From: clark <sclark@BEST.COM>
To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDUThis 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. Many thanks to the Nuts for the inspiration, esp. Marci and Laila for the idea.
Permission given to archive at fkfanfic website as well as the JADFE site. No other permission is granted to repost/reprint/reuse. If you're interested drop me a line. As always, feedback is welcomed.
This story is based on characters and situations that aren't mine. Thanks to TPTB for their use.
"Nick & Nat and a Very Special Night"
by S. ClarkNick drew Natalie closer. "You don't know how long I've wanted this."
Natalie stared into the deep blue of his eyes. "Probably as long as I have." She stroked his cheek with the back of her hand.
Nick captured her hand within his. He turned it over, reflecting on how small, how delicate it was compared to his own. Then he kissed the palm, gently.
She smiled at his show of affection. This whole evening had been perfect. It started when she walked into the loft and found it aglow with candles. Nick had provided her with a sumptuous dinner, accompanied by his piano playing. Finally, ensconced on the couch, he had drawn her into his arms.
She sighed, settling her face against his neck, and ran her hand up and down his chest.
"I think it's something we need not delay." Nick brought his hand to settle, lightly, on her breast. He could feel her heartbeat quicken.
Natalie began working on the buttons of his shirt. Slowly, opening each one, running her hand along the exposed skin lurking beneath.
As her hands explored his body, she set her mouth to work on his neck, tracing a path up to his jawline. Her tongue worked its way across the stubble of his chin until it met with his mouth, and his tongue.
Nick let his one hand continue to pay attention to her breasts, teasing them through the fabric, feeling the nipples harden beneath. With the other hand he held onto the back of her head, holding her mouth to his.
Natalie finally pulled away to take a breath. She gave him a wicked grin, and pulled his shirt off, dropping it to the floor.
He answered with another kiss, and his hand working its way down her body, finally stopping at the waistband of her jeans.
"I didn't know I was supposed to come formal tonight," she said, having stopped the kiss for another breath of air.
"Actually, it's a clothing-optional night," he responded. "With the emphasis on optional." He tugged her t-shirt out of the waistband of her jeans, then off, over her head.
She gave a shudder. "Maybe you should heat this place."
"Let's rub two bodies together and start a fire, instead." His hand was back at her breasts, removing her bra.
Natalie sighed as he moved his mouth down to continue what his hands had begun. He sucked lightly, teasing the nipples with his tongue and teeth. A hand moved to her thigh, massaging along the inside. Slowly teasing it's way up.
She cradled him to her, enjoying the attention. Enjoying the chance to run her fingers through his hair, and down his naked back. Emboldened, she moved a hand to his crotch, carefully cupping the growing bulge within the constraints of his pants.
This attention spurred Nick's action. He pushed her back onto the couch, and undid the button and zipper on her jeans before yanking both them and her panties off. Then he lay on top of her, kissing her with renewed passion.
Natalie grabbed his buttocks and pulled him closer. She ran a hand into the waistband of his trousers. "I think these need to come off."
Nick raise himself to his knees. He undid the trousers and let them drop off his hips.
Natalie covered her mouth with her hand. For a moment, he thought she coughed.
"Natalie?"
"Hmmm?" Her hand remained over her mouth.
"Natalie?"
At this point she couldn't restrain herself, and the laughter started in earnest.
Nick looked puzzled. "This is not the best thing for my ego, you know."
"I'm not laughing at you," she said, followed by another barrage of giggles. "Really, I'm not."
"I wanted to tonight to be special, Natalie."
She grabbed his shirt from the floor and covered herself. "It is special," she said. "It's wonderful. But, it's..." she motioned towards his crotch.
"It's what?"
"It's cows, Nick. You have cow undies."
Nick glanced down at the aforementioned undergarment. "And?"
Natalie wiped a tear from her eye. "Nevermind, Nick. It's cute."
"Cute?"
She shrugged. "Yes, cute."
"Natalie, there are things about a man that he doesn't want referred to as 'cute.'"
"How about moovelous? Or outstanding in its field."
Nick sat back on the couch. "This isn't funny."
"A cud above? Best of show?"
"Nat."
"Well, it's not like anyone ever says 'hung like a cow.'"
Nick pulled up his pants. "I'm leaving."
Natalie frowned. "But you live here."
Nick looked at her. "That's right. You're leaving."
"Nick?"
He crossed his arms across his chest.
"Nick?" she repeated, moving closer to him.
Again, no response.
Natalie ran her tongue around the edge of his ear. "Nick," she said again. "How about we play cowboy, and you give me a ride."
Nick put her arms around her as she straddled him, bumping her damp sex against his crotch.
"Am I forgiven?" she whispered in his ear.
He raised up so he could pull his trousers and shorts away. "Probably."
"Then let's get along, Cowboy. We got a lot of ground to cover before sundown."
Nick grinned. He was more than happy to comply. But, given her reaction to his undies, he was wondering how she'd respond to his teddy bear, safely tucked up in his bed. With luck, he'd soon have a chance to find out.
<fin>
BTW, I didn't want to use them and give away too much of the story, but I must thank Jody for the wonderful alternate title, "Peek-a-boo, I see Moo!" And, Laila for "I see London, I see France...".
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