Greetings all.Honestly, these shorts just keep on rolling....
This is, as is my wont, an adult (mildly) N&N tale, so if you are under 18 or don't like this topic, hit your back buttons now. Thank you.
This is also a continuation of my saga of Nick's re-gaining his mortality. If THIS isn't your cup of tea, so be it...if you have read any of my other shorts, such as "We WHAT?", "Fire of Love," or
"Deluge", great. But it can stand alone (although you might want to read "Fire" and "Deluge", as this tale refers to incidents contained therein).Don and Myra Schanke are alive and well (and still married), as are Tracey and Vachon (but they do not make an appearance here, they are on holiday in Marbella).
I really don't know how many more of these little tales I can write before Lucien returns from his winter cruise to Barrow (think about it ;-) ) or the Enforcers pay me a visit, or the DK faction takes out a hit on me...but I will run with it as long as I keep getting inspired (by the most unusual stuff, I might add!). And yes, this tale was inspired by some events. No more to be said, or he WILL kill me ;-)
Ahem...may it please the court, I do not plead to own these characters, nor have I carried them off with the intent to make them my own. They have just been borrowed. Honest. Whaddaya mean, contempt of court???
Permission to archive at JADFE, Mortal Love, Mel's site and the fkfanfic site. All others, have your agent call my agent ;-).
TURNABOUT by Mistress V
"Ja-MAICA!!!" Nick's voice was tinged with disgust.
Natalie touched his cheek to soothe him. Even after 6 months of mortality, his emotions could give him problems, and jealousy was one of his baser categories. "It's not like I'm taking a vacation," she said softly.
Nick finally capitulated, drawing her against him. He ran his hands down her back and cupped her butt, pulling her close against his hips. They kissed.
"Hey, Nicky boy," Schanke's voice interrupted their ardor, just in time. Nick growled, but ended up chuckling. "Hi Natalie," he added, now used to seeing them as a couple. He tapped Nick's shoulder. "I hate to interrupt, but Reese need us both for a pre-court meeting, or something like that, pronto."
Nick gave Natalie a final kiss. "See you later, love," he whispered, making sure his fingers reminded her what was waiting for them both at the end of their shifts.
Natalie smiled. Since they'd moved in together after Schanke's party (had it been only 4 months ago?), she and Nick had been happily exploring the joys of couplehood. It had its ups and downs, but they'd never been happier.
Until now. She sighed. The ME from Monetgo Bay, an old friend of her boss, had called. A "copycat" series of murders (cleverly executed so NOT to look like murders) had hit the island. The killings were startlingly similar to a csae Natalie had worked on a few years back, so she had found herself seconded to a week's stay in Jamaica.
Nick desperately wanted to accompany her, but he and Schanke were due to testify that week at an important gangland murder trial, so Reese couldn't let him off, much as he had wanted to. Natalie tried hard to convince Nick that it would all be work-related, but he had only relented when Grace assured him that Natalie would be staying *en famile* with her cousin, Nathan, his wife, Lucy, and their three children. "I don't want you getting too chummy with those vice boys," he pouted.
"Oh Nick," Natalie kissed him, "I'm not going near Miami!"
-000-
Grace doublechecked all the details of her trip. "So," she asked, "how will you and Nick handle this separation? It's your first, isn't it?"
Natalie felt a twinge. "Our first *real* one, since we've been living together," she sighed. "I imagine we'll both be so busy the week will just fly by." To herself she added, another turning point in Nick's
mortality."Well," Gracie laughed, "he's been down here twice already, making sure he has all the information on my cousin's place. I expect you'll be hearing from him every day. At least."
Natalie rolled her eyes. "Not if the trial keeps him busy," she said hopefully. Grace smiled. "Not *him*," she replied.
-000-
They spent the Saturday before Natalie's departure in bed. Nick obviously didn't want her to forget who'd be waiting for her back in Toronto, and she didn't want him to stop his demonstration.
"I still can't believe your stamina," she purred, happily sated after their fourth coupling that day. "Have you been sneaking VIAGRA or something?"
Nick laughed and pulled her close. "Nope," he said, "just making up for lost time. 8 centuries' worth."
He kissed her goodbye at the airport, a look of physical pain crossing his face. "I'll miss you, Nat," he whispered, his voice husky with emotion. "Oh Nick," she said, feeling a few tears escape, "I'll miss you too..." They clung together.
-000-
After the gloom of Toronto's November, Natalie was totally unprepared for the sensory overload of the Caribbean. She wished Nick could be there, if only to watch his reaction to the endless sunshine.Nathan and his family were warm in their welcome, and took Natalie to a beach picnic on the afternoon of her arrival. After the deluge disaster, Natalie had shied away from revealing bathing suits, preferring her comfortable old racing tank. Lucy took care of that right away, dragging her off to the local shop and outfitting her in an astonishingly brief, beautiful bikini, despite Natalie's explanations.
"Here in Jamaica, we make our bathing suits strong enough for hurricanes," she said, "so don't worry."
That evening, Natalie checked her email and was surprised to find a lengthy message from Nick. was he writing sonnets? As the screen opened, her eyes grew wide. He had been busy.
She stared. Half a dozen digital photos appeared.
The first one was a portrait of Nick and Sydney. Underneath was a caption. "We miss you. Love, your boys."
The others were definitely x-rated. Nick had posed himself on their bed, stark naked, in various seductive angles. He showed nothing obscene (although the sheet was tented a good 7 inches in one picture), but his message was clear. He missed her.
There was script attached. "I got the idea from that photo album you gave me. So I got a digital camera. Turnabout is only fair play, right? I love you. Nick."
Natalie felt a surge of pleasure flow through her body as she emailed a seductive reply. This WAS going to be an interesting week. Her eyes caught sight of the camcorder she'd brought to document her report. "Hmmmmmmmm," she said to herself.
-000-
The days passed quickly, filled with too much work. Natalie managed to see a bit of the island, and bought Nick a stunning hand-blocked shirt printed with brilliant suns and palm trees, and a watercolor of the sunset over Montego Bay. The sun kissed her skin a delicate brown, and drew golden highlights through her auburn curls. Despite the beauty of her surroundings, Natalie found herself wanting to go home.
The email flew between them, a comfort to them both.
-000-
Nick was nowhere to be seen at the airport. Instead, Myra Schanke was there.
"Natalie," she began, "Nick had an accident yesterday."
Natalie staggered into a chair, white-faced, struggling not to faint. All sorts of nightmares flashed before her. A bullet. LaCroix. The enforcers.
It took her a moment to realize Myra was hugging her, laughing. "No, no, Natalie! Nick was so miserable without you that we had him over the house for dinner. He and Don and the kids were fooling around, shooting hoops in the rain, and he slipped."
Natalie winced.
"He twisted his knee," Myra went on. "Nothing serious, I think his ego was more bruised. He stayed with us last night, out cold from the painkillers. We didn't want to alarm you. Don's got him back at the loft now, he's still a little woozy."
Oh dear. Nick's embarassment tended to be 10's on the Richter scale. He was still getting used to all of his mortal emotions, and fallibility wasn't his strong point. Natalie remembered his bout with the stomach flu the previous month. He'd locked himself in the bathroom. ("I don't want you to see me like this," he'd moaned as he lay on the tile.) Despite the fact she'd endured his vampire for over 6 years, he wouldn't let her near him, afraid she would think less of him because he was nauseous. Men.
-000-
"Hey, Doc," Don Schanke greeted her as he gave his wife a kiss. "Nicky's out cold upstairs, sleeping off the Darvon. He's ok, just wobbly."
"I brought you over some dinner," Myra said as they were leaving," so you won't have to go out in this rain."
Natalie showed them out, then went upstairs. Nick was sleeping like a dead man, no doubt about it. She sat down next to him and ran a hand across his face. He sleepily opened his eyes and smiled, then drifted off once more.
She used the quiet hours to unpack and catch up on her report. She was just thinking about dinner when she heard Nick's voice calling. She hurried up to him.
"Nat." His voice had a quiet thrill of pleasure to it. "I'm glad to see you..."
"My poor Nick," she cooed, pulling the sheet back so she could examine his bandaged knee. "Are you ok?"
He managed a crooked grin. "I am, now that you're here."
Nick decided he wanted a shower, so Natalie helped him into the bathroom, then joined him under the water, with strict instructions that they just get cleaned up.
"I don't want you falling and hurting the other knee," she told him.
"OK," Nick agreed, "if you come back to bed with me after we're through."
"Deal," Natalie said with a wink.
-000-
Natalie settled Nick back under the sheets, then disappeared, saying she needed to get something. She hastily changed into her bikini, stuck a wilting plumeria blossom in her hair and picked up the cd she'd bought in Montego Bay.
"Oh Nick?" She walked slowly back into the bedroom. Nick stared, not sure if he was hallucinating. She put on the CD and a sensual reggae beat filled the room. Natalie began to dance.
"Nat! I can't move! No fair!" Nick's voice was a hoarse whisper.
"I know." Natalie eyed him. "Remember the salsa?" Nick started to smile. "Well, now it's *my* turn."
Nick's smile turned into a gasp as Natalie undid her bikini top. His eyes drank in the stark contrast between her creamy breasts and her suntan. Natalie continued to sway to the beat.
"Would you like to see more?" she asked softly. Nick swallowed. "Yes."
She shimmied out of the bikini bottom, then, enjoying the effect she had on him, ran her fingers over her mound and spread herself open to his gaze.
"Natalie." Nick's tone was getting desperate. The bedsheet had risen of its own accord.
"What is it, Nick?" she asked, stroking herself. "Do you want something?"
Nick thrust his tongue out and wagged it suggestively, in the best rock video tradition.
"Oh. You want to lick..." Natalie slid her fingers through her dampness, "me?"
Nick moaned.
She thrust her fingers into his mouth and he sucked on them frantically, hands grasping, but she stayed out of his reach. For now.
"In time, my love," she whispered as she reached down to stroke him. "I think something *else* needs attention right now."
She knelt over his hips and slowly began to lick his rock hard erection. Nick clutched at the sheets, unable to contain himself. As she closed her mouth over him, all the pent-up frustration of the past
week became too much and he came violently."Sorry," he whispered. Natalie snuggled up to him. "For what?" she asked. "I'm glad to know you missed me! Don't worry, I know you...and *him*," she stroked his cock. "You'll both be good as new in no time!"
Nick growled and reached for her hips, drawing her up onto his mouth, where he began a lingual assault on her clit. Natalie leaned back and enjoyed his caresses. It was good to be home.
-000-
"This is incredible!" Nick said later. They were downstairs, eating, and he had just started watching the video of her trip. He was wearing his new shirt and nothing else, and Natalie had gone native in a
sarong."I got the idea from your, er, emails," Natalie replied, taking a sip of her champagne. "Only his is g-rated, sorry to say."
Nick watched with interest as images of Natalie's week flashed by. He seemed relieved to see that her suntan had been gotten around the pool of Nathan and Lucy's house.
"Look at that sunset," he sighed. "I wish I could have been there..."
Natalie kissed him. "There'll be other times," she said. Nick eyed her thoughtfully.
"Mango mousse? I made it this afternoon," she asked. Nick grinned. "Bring it on!"
Natalie returned with the dessert, then reached for her glass. She frowned.
"Nick, there's something in my champagne, part of the cork, I think."
"Is there?" Nick asked innocently. "Let me see." He reached into the fizzy liquid.
"So there is," he announced, holding out a perfect blue-white diamond, set in gold and surrounded by a crown of rubies. He took Natalie's hand. "I obviously can't get down on one knee, Natalie Lambert," he said solemnly, "but...this past week made me realize what you mean to me. Would you consent to becoming Mrs. Nicholas Knight?"
Natalie gasped, then trembled as Nick put the ring on her finger. She could barely find her voice to reply.
"Yes, Nick," she finally said. He held her close and they kissed awhile.
"You'd better stay away from shooting hoops before the wedding," Natalie giggled. "I intend to be carried over the threshold properly!"
Nick smiled, content in his love for her and for their future.
Mortality was a *good* thing.
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