Helping Out
by Keely Wolfe

Rating: Graphic
Pairing:Nick/Nat

This is only my second erotic fan-fic, so please be nice. Questions, comments, Nick, naked and wrapped in cellophane can be sent to keelywolfe@aol.com

Disclaimers: I don't know who ones the guys from Forever Knight, but it isn't me. I'm not trying to infringe on any copyrights, I only want to play with them for awhile. I promise I'll put them away very close to the condition I got them in :).

I give permission for JADFE to post this, but anyone else has gotta ask! Thanks!

Nick walked up to the door and nearly knocked on it, then hesitated. Nat had called in sick to work that day, which meant to him that she was *really* sick. Natalie never called in unless she was in the throes of death. Still, he didn't want to just barge in on her. If she was hovering over the toilet it was likely that she wouldn't appreciate the intrusion. Still....

His thoughts were cut off when he heard a soft moan from inside. That firmed his resolve. She had done so much for him, the *least* he could do was check on her if she was sick. He gingerly knocked on the door.

"Nat? Its me, Nick,". A louder groan was the only response.

"Nat? Are you all right? Can I do anything for you?". No response. Visions began to assault his mind. Natalie passed out on the floor, desperately needing help, while he stood outside talking to the door. That did it. He grabbed the knob, prepared to rip it off the door. It turned easily in his hand and, surprised, Nick stumbled into the room. He took a quick survey of the room, expecting to find Natalie in dire straits. Instead he found her curled up on the couch, sound asleep.

He felt his cheeks pinken in the best blush a vampire could manage. *At least she wasn't awake to see me make an ass of myself* Nick grimaced slightly, * not that she hasn't seen it before*. Nat stirred and shifted on the sofa. She was wrapped in her pink bathrobe, the sash tied loosely. At her movement the lapels parted slightly, exposing a satiny ribbon of skin.

Entranced, Nick walked over and crouched down in front of her. She sighed and shifted again, her head tilted, her neck so temptingly close. He just stared at the white perfect flesh watching her heart beat gently. His fangs were pressing against his lips and he closed his now golden eyes. *No, no no no, I can't do this, I can't hurt her. Blood I can smell her blood oh so sweet, roses and cinnamon. NO! Why can I smell her blood?*

He opened his eyes again to soft tempting flesh and her beautiful face and blue eyes. *blue eyes*. They stared at each other for maybe a millionth of a second, and then...Natalie shrieked. Startled, Nick fell backwards and landed on his rear end with a thud. Natalie scrambled away frantically, fell off the sofa and onto her derriere. The pain woke her up a little more. *what the hell...* Groggily she looked up and saw Nick, his blue eyes staring at her warily.

"Nick? What...where...?". She tried to stand, then groaned and held her stomach. She felt like hell and just wanted to sleep. A tentative hand touched her.

"Are you all right?" Nat looked up again, into concerned blue eyes. Such beautiful eyes. She could just look at them forever. Abruptly reality asserted itself and she realized that she was sitting half-naked on her couch with Nick standing right in front of her.

"Nick! What on earth are you doing here! How did you get in? What time is it?" Embarrassed, she pulled her robe tightly around her. Nick grabbed her shoulders and held her still, forcing her to look at him.

"Hold on, first are you OK?". She looked bewildered for a moment and nodded. "I was..uh..worried about you and you didn't answer when I knock so I tried the door and it was open and...". Nick shrugged. *So much for not making an ass of myself.* Nat was staring at him like he'd grown another head. *Obviously I need one, the one I have doesn't seem to work.*

Nat stared at him. He'd been worried about her. He'd checked on her to make sure she wasn't hurt or sick. He'd practically broken into her apartment. It was so...so Nick. She wasn't sure whether to strangle him or kiss him. In a bizarre, dysfunctional way, he was so sweet.

"I'm fine, Nick I just...". She broke off with a moan, hugging her midsection. Nick was next to her immediately, concern showing on his face.

"You don't look fine," Nat looked up at him and smiled weakly.

"All I need is some Midol and some sleep. Really, Nick." She looked at him expectantly, saw the dawning awareness on his face. He really is thick, she thought affectionately.

Nick felt like a complete idiot. No wonder he could smell her blood! She was just menstruating. He saw her face tighten slightly with pain and his still heart softened a bit more for her. She was in pain and that was something he could not bear to see.

"Here, let me...". His hands slid behind her and found her taut muscles unerringly.

"Wait! I....oohh." The ache of cramps was slowly disappearing under his magical fingers. She twisted to give him better access. Gently, he kneaded the tense muscles, easing her pain. Nick stood and pressed her down on her stomach. She went willingly, stretching out, letting him work the away the pain.

Nick closed his eyes and concentrated on helping her. Touching her like this, smelling her blood was driving him to the edge, and yet, he couldn't leave yet. He *needed* to touch her, needed to feel her. His hands moved further up her back, smoothing the terry-knit fabric of her robe and massaged her shoulders. Natalie made a contented sound and relaxed even further. His finger slid accidentally under her robe and touched her skin. Nick paused, moved his finger against her again. So soft. He leaned forward and pressed his face into her hair and inhaled her scent.

"Nick?" she murmured, her tone sleepy.

"Shhh, it's all right." He pushed both hands underneath her robe and slid it down to her waist. That woke her up.

"Nick? What are you doing?" She tried to sit up, but he pressed her back down.

"Natalie, I'm not going to hurt you, I would never hurt you." He leaned down to look into her eyes. "Do you trust me?" At her nod, he sat back up and firmly began to rub her back. She moaned and shifted, but didn't pull away.

Nick felt his breathing speed up, his fangs ached to lower, but he ignored it and thought only of Natalie. The way her skin felt against his hands, the way she shivered when he touched a sensitive spot. His fingers seemed to have a will of their own, slipping daringly under the material of her robe further and further until they were gently rubbing her cotton covered bottom. He stopped then, the scent of her blood was too tantalizing. He leaned away from her trying to control the beast. He could hear her heart, beating fast and erratic. Could smell her arousal.

"Nick?"

He snapped back to himself at the sound of her voice. He opened his eyes to see her staring at him, concern in her eyes. He smiled at her, reassuring her.

"Well, now." His voice sounded squeaky. He cleared his throat and started over. "I believe I've finished the back, now for the front." Her eyes widen and she leaned away from him.

"Nick I don't think....". He pressed his lips to hers, stopping her protests.

"Then don't think, just let me do it." She stared at him and nodded dumbly. Natalie had dreamed of something like this happening, but not quite like this! She took a deep breath and pulled up her courage, then rolled over. She felt a tell-tale warmth on her cheeks and ignored it, searching Nicks face for his reaction. He inhaled sharply and closed his eyes for a brief moment. Opening his eyes he looked at her and smiled reassuringly.

"You're beautiful,". Natalie's cheeks went up in flames and she cursed her fair red-heads skin. She looked down at herself, but saw no beauty. She saw a body pale from lack of sunlight. A body that needed a gym workout a few times a week and obviously wasn't getting it. A seed of doubt was slowly forming in her mind. Now feeling uncomfortable, she crossed her arms over her breasts. He caught her hands and kissed her again, deeply this time, the soft velvet of his tongue ran over hers, slid behind her teeth before he pulled away.

"You are beautiful." The tone of his voice left no doubt that he saw nothing but loveliness before him. Hesitantly, his hand moved toward her. Nat leaned back and closed her eyes with a sigh. His hand pressed against her cheek and traveled down her neck, pausing a moment to investigate the soft lobe of her ear. She tilted her head back, let him explore the curve of her neck, the hollow of her shoulder and lower. He traced a circle around her breast, teasingly avoiding the nipple, stroking the sensitive skin underneath. Natalie felt him move and then felt his cool breath as he blew gently on her nipple. He watched it harden, a sensitive little rosebud then moved to take it into his mouth.

He felt her gasp, heard her moan as he swirled his tongue around the hard nub. Sucking gently, he caressed her other breast, squeezed the nipple gently between his fingers just as he nipped at the other one. Nat jumped, startled, the relaxed and let him continue. She opened her eyes slightly and watched him. The urge to touch him was irresistible and she settled for threading her fingers through his golden curls and massaging his scalp. He released her nipple with a groan and leaned back against her hand. She stroked the soft skin of his ear, and he turned his head abruptly, pulling loosen from her and kissed her hand. Carefully he took her hand in his, and pressed her arm down beside her and gave her a stern look. Natalie stuck her tongue out at him. He lunged forward and kissed her, hard, until she was breathless. Nick pulled away and they stared at each other breathing hard, one pair of eyes blue, the other pair golden. Nick sighed, showing her a faint glimpse his fangs.

"Natalie, if you want to stop, it will have to be now." She smiled and shook her head. He returned the smiled, and dipped his head downward again, pressing a moist kiss to the soft flesh of her stomach. He tugged the robe completely open, exposing the rest of her body to him. She lay there, clad only in black cotton bikini panties. Nick struggled to control his lust. In his eyes, she was Venus, risen from the sea in all her perfection. Her legs were long and slim, her hips full, her waist tiny. Beauty, in and of itself. And she was his.

He looked up to her face to discover she was watching him. No embarrassment this time, she arched her back and stretched like a cat awakening from sleep. Nick watched the play of her muscles, fascinated. She relaxed back down and looked at him.

"Well?". Nick blinked and came back to reality, then smiled at the teasing look on her face.

"Well, what?" he asked. Natalie made a mock pout.

"Well aren't you going to do something?". When he didn't move she grabbed her robe and started to put it on. Nick snatched it away and pressed her back to the sofa and kissed her, tongues entwining. When he raised his head she had a glazed look in her eyes. He took that opportunity to remove her panties, ignoring the blood stained pad.

"Nick, wait I'm..." He held her flat with his hand on her stomach.

"Yes, I know." His hands rested on her knees and slowly moved upward, caressing the sensitive hollow behind them, the softness of her inner thighs. Natalie moaned. Hands that had been trying to push him away suddenly clutched at them as he stroked the area between her legs.

Natalie jumped at the feel of is cool fingers pushing inside her, then his thumb pressed against her clitoris and all protest left her. His fingers moved maddeningly slow, in and out while his thumb made tiny circles on her. She could feel her tension building, her breath coming in short pants. And then he stopped.

Confused, she stammered, "What...why...", and then she felt his mouth on her where his fingers had been moments ago, sucking and stroking her hot trembling flesh.

He couldn't resist, the call of her blood was too much for him and rather than bite her...she tasted so sweet, so hot. The taste of her blood on his tongue, a unique spice that was Natalie's alone. He lapped at her with his tongue, barely noticing her cries or her fingers tangled in his hair. His erection was straining against his pants. He could taste her pleasure, *feel* her pleasure in her blood. He couldn't stop himself, he pressed his tongue against the hard nub of her clit and Natalie screamed, shudders coursing through her body as she came.

Natalie lay weak and limp, tiny shudders still shook her body. Dimly she heard the sound of a zipper being lowered and then Nick rubbing against her still sensitive flesh. She moaned and tried to pull away, the sensation almost too much. She was suddenly lifted upright onto his lap. Nick nuzzled her neck, pressing soft kisses to it.

"Shhhhh," he murmured. She could feel his arms wrapped around her and relaxed, he wouldn't let her fall. *wait, if his hands are there then what...*. Nick thrust inside her, and she screamed, white-hot pleasure mixed with a low sensation of pain as he went deep inside, pushing her to her limits.

"Wait!", she tried to protest, but she was trapped by his arms. Shuddering slightly, he slid his hands down to her hips to hold her still and then began moving under her, thrusting up inside her. All Natalie could do was hold his shoulders and let him do what he wanted. The faint pain was only a dim memory compared to what she was feeling now. On some level of her mind she realized that Nick was still fully dressed, the denim of his pants lightly chafing her inner thighs, her hands clenched in the silk of his shirt.

Nick's hands left her hips to wrap around her again holding her as he thrust faster and harder. He was making soft sounds of pleasure. One of his arms snaked around her waist and the other went around her shoulders. She was so hot! Heat seemed to pool between her legs caressing the coolness of his erection. He knew he was holding her too tight, knew he was probably hurting her. Her inner muscles tightened and then clenched around him as she came, forcing his own orgasm.

Natalie shuddered helplessly, her climax shaking her to the depths of her being. She heard screaming and was faintly surprised to realize it was her own. Then her shriek was overpowered by another, an animal sound of pleasure. Nick clutched her to him so tightly she was thought he might have fractured her ribs. The sound was abruptly cut off and she realized the Nick had bitten his own wrist, she felt drops of cool wetness falling on her back that must have been his blood. He moaned then, the sound muffled by his wrist and his entire body shook, then relaxed. Icy cold wetness flowed inside her as he came. Carefully, with shaking hands, he lowered her to the sofa, then lay down on top of her, his face buried in the soft skin of her breasts. Natalie stroked his back gently, soothingly.

"Are you all right?" she whispered. He looked up at her with weary blue eyes.

"I think that's suppose to be my line,". Gently, with fingers that were still trembling he touched her cheek, traced his way down to her lips. Nat nipped at his fingers and he laughed, then groaned and rolled off of her. He was smeared with her blood and his own bloody come. "I think I need a shower. Oh!". He turned toward her, an impish grin on his face. "How are you feeling now?". Natalie stretched and sighed.

"I feel like I could sleep for a week,". She looked up at him through her lashes. "After a shower, that is." Nick scooped her up into his arms and squeezed her hard, ignoring her laughing protests.

"Whatever the lady desires, she shall have," he said as he carried her toward the bathroom.