Hi, Dianne. I posted this 1-2 years ago on JADFE but never archived it. I would like to do so now if you want it. It was in pretty good shape last time I had it, but  I don't know if it will get to you in the same way, since I have a mail program that I don't function with very well. If not, let me know and I will see if I can come up with an alternative.

That Time of the Month
Nick/Nat
R-rated
by Pat Witham (catspaw@mail.cruzio.com)
Originally written and posted ca. 1997

Usual disclaimers, I don't own them. I'm just borrowing them for a bit.

Nick came down the stairs of his loft, walked to the answering machine and pushed playback to listen again to the sound of Nat's voice.

*Nick, it's time. Call me.*   *Call me, Nick. I need to see you. Now.*

He grinned and erased the messages. He'd booked off work as soon as he'd heard them the first time, before he'd called her back and told her to come over. Since then he'd drunk a full bottle of cow's blood, showered, shaved, brushed his teeth, and dressed in his black silk pajamas. He heard the elevator and went to the door. She was here. He could smell her blood, rich and sweet. He craved the taste of it, and her. The door opened and she was in his arms. He pulled her hard against him and crushed her lips with his own. Her smell was driving him insane.  Her hair, her blood, the musky female scent rising from her body that told him she wanted him. She pulled back slightly but only to kiss her way along his jaw to the hollow below his ear, where he felt her licking at him as if she were the vampire. He was breathing hard by now, trying to control his need. A whisper in his ear resonated through his body to his cock, lifting it and making him hard. Some part of his mind must have understood her words, because, shaking with passion, his senses reeling from her nearness, he released her.

"I'll be back in a minute," he heard her murmur, inches from his suddenly bereft mouth.

He stood there, unmoving, unthinking, no part of him aware of anything except her blood scent and the sound of her beating heart. When she returned five minutes later, her clothes had vanished except for a loosely wrapped green silk kimono. The blood scent was stronger. She whispered in his ear "Take me to bed ... " He saw nothing, his eyes blinded with lust, but he had her in his arms, up the stairs, and on the bed while she was still talking. She reached up and pulled him down on top of her. He silenced the rest of her words with his mouth. The feel of her hardened nipples burning into his chest briefly made him wonder what had become of their clothes, but he dismissed the thought as unimportant. He buried his face in her neck, tasting her flesh with his tongue, smelling her blood, the sound of her heartbeat a counter-rhythm to the "tiger" she purred in his ear.  His hands strayed to her breasts, softly stroking, but it wasn't enough, for him or her. He licked his way down and sucked, his fangs extended and burning, his eyes gold. She reached for one of his hands and brought it to her soft mound, molding him against her. He stroked and rubbed the hard center of her desire. The blood smell intensified. Growling, he moved down her body to her mound, nibbling and licking till her whole body spasmed and she came.

But he wasn't finished. His finger, caressing and penetrating her, came away red with blood. She
reached for his hand and lifted his finger to his hungry mouth. He growled in lust-filled anguish and
fastened his mouth on the opening to her body, lapping as if it was the center of his universe. For
only the second time since he'd met her, he knew the taste of her blood, its smell, everything about her.

Nat, moaning and wriggling, tried to pull away, on overload from the sensations coursing through her,
but Nick was relentless. Still lapping, he suddenly realized that his blood cravings had lessened,
replaced by an unremembered but somehow familiar ache in his cock. He pulled himself up her body, licking her skin on the way, tasting her. Disappointed, she tried to push his head back down. Then his mouth fastened on her nipple and his cock entered her, filling an emptiness she had refused to acknowledge.

A scream echoed through the room, from him? from her?  He pulled out and pushed in again while his hand drifted to her swollen clit. He massaged her there, over and over, in time with the pounding of his cock and the rhythmic sucking of her nipples. Her body stiffened, and flushed with desire and release, she stiffened beneath him and came. Her climax triggered Nick's release and he came violently, the creamy white fluid filling her. Trembling, he collapsed and fell asleep. Wriggling out from under his weight, she could be heard to mutter "Man ... vampire ... they all fall asleep on you" before she drifted off, cuddled in his arms.

The End