** I hate to say this but I'm afraid this may have to go under the ADULT
topic because it has some fairly explicit sexual connotations in it.  For
the record, this came from the dredges of LtDark's mind, I am only the
vehicle for her delusions. :)**

JCR


Between Two Hearts
Julie Randolph
ONe of those terribly sappy, completely useless Nick/Nat Packer things
that I can't believe I'm actually writing. ;)


 Nick was standing in New York City at the edge of Broadway, staring in
the window of Bloomingdales.  He sighed, why had he ever thought to come
here?  Nat had said it herself, hadn't she, they couldn't have the
relationship they wanted because of what he was.  What HE was.  He was
always the problem, he was always the kink in what could very possibly be
a beautiful and fulfilling relationship.  He paused for a moment, his
mind wandering to the ring he was admiring.  A giant golden thing made of
rubies and diamonds, he wanted so much to give it to her.  He wanted so
very much to have her at his side, for as long as it might last, no
matter what the consequence of that might be.  When she died, he would
die with her anyway, no matter if they were together or not.  He looked
one last time and then sighed and turned away, it could never be, they
could never be.
****************************************
 He returned home, wondering why he had ever thought to go there in the
first place.  It only proved to make him more depressed than he already
was.  Words of endearment and love kept sweeping through his mind, and
somewhere the whispered words "Will you marry me?" kept wandering as
well.  His mind played through about 8 billion senarios, each one with
Natalie shaking her head, each one with him losing control and taking her
life beforeit was her time.  He sighed.  What could they ever be?
*****************************************
 Natalie lay in bed staring reluctantly at the ceiling willing that sleep
might come.  but it did not, and she knew why.  Nick.  But then, it was
always Nick, wasn't it.  Well...he was probably up, she might as well go
over to his place and be with him, perhaps there she might find some
peace from the pain that slowly ate away her soul.
*****************************************
 Nick started when he heard the elevator, and her familiar heartbeat.  It
was almost as if she had somehow known that he needed her.  He put on a
robe and wandered downstairs.  Nat stood in the doorway, staring.  His
face was boyish, the imprint of a mattress where he had lain, his hair
was touseled and she had the sudden urge to run her fingers through it
and smooth it back into place, the grin on his face caused her to laugh
outloud.  He looked as if he had just stolen something and gotten away
with it.  And he had, hadn't he?  He had stolen her heart, a long time
ago, before she even realized it was gone.
 He moved forward, and in that instant, in that one single moment, he was
simply a man and she, only a woman.  Passion that lay dormant erupted
with a single touch and blossemed into the release of years of built up
desire and longing.  She said his name, her fingers smooting back the
damp curls clinging to his forehead, as only moment before she had
drempt.  He sighed, kissed her again and became lost in the sensations
that overwhelmed him.  He picked her up, taking her upstains, no longer
concerned of the consequence of his actions, or what might come of this
coupling.  He had to be with her, he needed her more than she could
possibly imagine.  Natalie pulled at him, pulling him into her arms as
their naked bodies came together in want and desire.  Never before
andnever again would the world witness anything like this, when two
hearts, bound together in love, come together with shuch abandon.  For it
was not a vampire and a mortal that came together that day, it was
between two hearts.
*************************************
 When he woke, he smiled, pushing her hair out of his face.  She
stretched next to him, beyond imagination, beyond anything they could
have hoped for, their love was to kep them alive, no matter what might
stand in their way.  He turned to his side and touched her hair, letting
it slip gently between his fingers.  It was not necessary that he say the
words, for he could see the answer in her eyes, feel it in her touch, yet
he asked anyway,"Will you marry me, Nat?"
 "Yes..." she breathed softly.
 Perhaps he was 767 years old, but at that moment...his life was complete.
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all response, flames, letters of recommendation, definitions of "irony"
and/or geriant Wyn Davies home address to randolph@tenet.edu

any comments on the plot directed to ltdark@execpc.com (as this was her idea)

"I do hope this wave of altruism passes quickly, it is
quite...distressing."--LaCroix, Night in Question
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