Subject: ADULT: Are you a Vamp or a Mouse? Date: Sun, 23 Aug 1998 00:25:21 -0700 From: clark To: FKFIC-L@lists.psu.edu This story is posted under an adult header due to adult language and situations. It is 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. Permission given to archive at fkfanfic website and the JADFE archives. No other permission is granted to repost/reprint/reuse. Thanks to Lisa, who reminded me I'd started this a while ago. And thanks to the Nuts, for listening and commenting. As always, feedback is welcomed and greatly appreciated. This story is based on characters and situations that aren't mine. Thanks to TPTB for their use. "Are you a Vamp or a Mouse?" by S. Clark Nat glanced around the hotel suite. "So, we're stuck here all day." Nick smiled at her and seated himself on the king sized bed. "You can go out," he said. "You are not stuck here." Nat crawled towards him from the other side of the bed. "Are you sure you don't want me around?" She let her hand trace the line of curls that fell at the base of his neck. Nick pulled her hand away from his shirt collar. "Nat, don't be goofy. I need to get some sleep." "I'm not goofy, or dopey, but if you weren't so grumpy I could make you happy." She moved closer and traced the edge of his ear with her tongue. "We have all day to be sleepy." Natalie leaned against him. He could feel her breasts pressing into his back. While he enjoyed the feeling, he also regarded it as dangerous. "I always figured you'd be bashful, Doc." He placed a hand to her forehead. "You sure you're feeling ok? Not feeling sneezy?" She leaned in closer, her warm breath tickling his cheek. "I'd like to be feeling Prince Charming, but he seems a little bashful himself." Nat placed a hand at his knee and started stroking it slowly along his inner thigh, moving it higher. "I expect Snow White. I get the eighth dwarf, sleezy." "If you're lucky," she said, moving her hand ever closer to the growing bulge between his legs. "If you're lucky." "I would hate to think I'm the reason you're missing the magic kingdom," he said. She ran her hand gently over his hardness. "If you insist, I'll leave." "Of course, you don't need to rush away." Natalie loosened Nick's collar, and started running kisses down his neck. "I thought you might agree to making a little magic of our own." His sighs of pleasure indicated she'd found the right spot. Nat pushed Nick so he was lying back on the bed. Nick smiled up at her. "I'm not sure this is what Toronto Metro intended when they sent us down here for a conference." "Oh, I wouldn't think they'd be too surprised," she said. "After all, they did give us these extra couple days at Disney World." She winked at him. "And they know you can't go outside during the daytime." Nick ran a hand up Nat's back and pulled her down into his embrace. "Now that you mention it, that was some micky mouse planning." Nat continued unbuttoning his shirt. "It took a bit of convincing, but I did make the case that it was cheaper to have us stay over a Saturday than to fly us back mid-week." Nick looked at her. "You convinced?" "Well, when I thought it was going to be me and Schanke, I just figured this would be a fun place where they had a limited amount of polka music. But after Schanke suddenly developed a previously unexpressed fear of airplanes," Nat gave Nick a look, "all of a sudden and unprovoked. Well, I'm glad for the sub." "Me too," he said. "I'd hate to think of you seducing Schanke." Natalie thwapped Nick on the shoulder. "You deserved it for that comment," she told him, in answer to the look he gave her. Nick rolled her over onto her back. "I suppose I've been bad." "Not yet," she said, "but you will be." Nick leaned in for another kiss as Natalie helped him work free from his shirt. She ran her hands over his chest, then down his back. He delighted in the feel of her warmth, her eagerness. It heightened the desire he felt for her. He desired her as a man, not as a beast. That knowledge spurred on his actions. Natalie passionately responded to his attentions. Nick slipped his hands down her body, to remove the t-shirt she was wearing. Her bra quickly followed, even though he removed it by ripping it apart. He would have let her do it herself, but after her "do you need help with that?" comment, he didn't want to appear to be a man who couldn't cope with current styles of ladies undergarments. Natalie moaned his name as he started working his way down her body, taking time to give each breast proper attention. After all, he'd set them free. Didn't that give him the right to enjoy them? Natalie obviously wasn't minding the time spent. In fact, she'd moved his head back into position once when she thought he was moving on a bit too quickly. Nick moved back up to her mouth. "Just keep letting me know what you like," he said. "I'll do my best to obey." "As long as you promise to let me know if this gets too uncomfortable for you," she said. "I'm not sure discomfort is exactly what I'm feeling," he murmured as his lips traced along her jawline. He ground his hips against hers, "but I'm sure it will be relieved eventually." He sucked lightly on her earlobe. "At least for a little while." Natalie reached down and cupped his buttocks to pull him closer against her. "I think that's the idea," she agreed. Nick rolled onto his side. "But you do know that I might," he looked her in the eye, and reached out to stroke her cheek, "I might bite you." Natalie ran a hand down his side, to his thigh. "I know," she said. "But I trust you." "Nat, it's just... I don't..." the look of guilt was upon his face. "Then don't," she said, leaning in to kiss him. "But if you do, Nick, I want to stay with you. However that needs to happen." Nick pulled her hand back down to where his stiffened member was held captive within his jeans. "This needs to happen, Nat." She smiled in agreement, and carefully undid the buttons on the fly. The two of them worked to remove his jeans, then her shorts. Natalie gazed down the length of his body. "Are you pleased?" he asked. She nodded. "Looks like an e-ticket ride to me." "Good," he said. "I'd hate to think you weren't satisfied." "I haven't been," she said. "Yet." "You have worries in this department?" He reached a hand down and started stroking her mound of curly hairs. "Worries? No. Frustrations, perhaps." He let his fingers move within her warm sex, feeling the moistness. He lingered at her hardened nub, using it to heighten her arousal. "We can work on those," he said. As she neared a peak, he pulled his hand away. Nick smiled, watching the emotions play across her face. She was so unguarded with him, so trusting. "I think some things are more fun if you share," he said as he rolled onto her. Natalie helped guide him into her waiting core. "I agree," she said. "But I wasn't going to stop you." Nick could feel the vampire rising as he began to thrust into her. He tried to keep control as the man, but knew the effort would be futile. His eyes went to yellow, and his fangs descended. "I'm sorry," he murmured. He withdrew from her, and rolled onto his side, turned away from her. "Please don't shut me out," she whispered. She touched his arm and felt him tense. "I'm not afraid, Nick." "You should be," he responded, his voice hoarse. "No." She inched closer to him. "Never." The heat coming from her body radiated down the back of his body, the sensation stirring his feelings. "I can't allow this, Natalie." "Nick, don't you realize? It's not just an act that I want, it's you." She put her lips to his shoulder. "It's you that I want, that I need." "But I'm a beast." "And you're a man. And I accept what you are. With work, and faith, maybe we can change things. But for now, Nick, I want you." She lowered her voice. "I love you." Nick could hear the emotion in her voice. He rolled back to face her. Her face was now damp with tears. Another victim of his curse. "You're more than I deserve," he said. "But you're what I want." She responded. To prove her point she leaned in to kiss him again, this time allowing her tongue to be sliced on one of his sharp fangs. Nick pulled back as he tasted the blood. Her blood. But he also could feel what she was feeling. He understood that she indeed wasn't as naive as he let himself believe. He closed his eyes, concentrating on all of the conflicting thoughts and emotions, both hers and his own. When he opened his eyes, Natalie was waiting, patient. Her face still open, still trusting. And still reflecting love. Nick wiped the tears away. "I can't promise anything," he said. "But you're willing to try?" she asked. He nodded. She gave him a smile. "Good. Now, where were we?"