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Heather

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The characters portrayed here are not mine, they're property of whomever owns the rights to Forever Knight or their subsidiaries.

Characters; Tracy and Vachon

"How to Forget"

Tracy had just spent a long, unproductive night on a stakeout that proved to be mind numbing as well as ass numbing.  The man she was looking for never showed at the apartment her informant told her of, and her partner seemed more interested in his own thoughts than making conversation during their long shift.

Tracy parked her car in front of the abandoned church her friend called home.  She saw the flicker of candlelight and her hopes grew that he would be there.  Climbing the stairs, she could hear his quiet guitar playing a soulful Latin melody.  His long fingers picked the strings delicately and the melody made her heart swell with the frustrations of the now finished night.

As she reached the top of the stairs the music stopped.  "Tracy?  I know it's you.  I can smell your perfume."  He rose and went to the stairway

"Vachon."  She softly cried, and collapsed against his strong chest.  "Hey, what's with this."  "It's been a long terrible night, I just needed a little friendly company."  He smiled down at her, his dark eyes glistening in the candlelight and his long hair surrounding her face.  "Come on, let's sit down.  You can tell me all about it."  They walked to the well worn sofa, sat, and Tracy removed her shoes.  "There really isn't anything to tell.  I just feel so shut out by Nick, and the stakeout was a big bust.  I guess I'm just feeling the stress of a very long day."  He said nothing, but his strong hands immediately went to the back of her neck and began to massage the taught muscles.  She moved her neck with the rhythm of his rubbing hands and tried to relax as much as she could.

"Do you like that?" he breathed into her ear.
"Ummhum."
"How about this?  And his lips nipped the soft flesh below her ear.
"Ummhummmmmmmm."
His nibbles traveled toward her jaw and up her chin until he finally met her warm, moist lips.  His kiss was filled with passion, as if he could erase the terrible night she has had with his lips.  Their tongues darted and slid,
sending shivers down Tracy's spine, as Vachon's fangs began to descend.

Tracy stood and pulled Vachon to his feet. Leading him to the bed she unbuttoned her blouse and let it slip over her shoulders, exposing her milky white skin.  Vachon shrugged out of his shirt and discarded it on the floor.
As the reached the bed, he took her in his arms for another fang filled kiss.  Tracy loved the was his fangs pricked at her lips and tongue, and she felt her panties growing wet with the anticipation for things to come.

They tumbled onto the bed, sending the springs into a squeaking symphony.  Vachon pulled Tracy's shirt from her arms and grabbed both wrists in one of his capable hands.  "I'm going to make you forget all about work," he growled, tightly tying her hands and wrists to a rail in the iron headboard.  Tracy feigned fighting back, but it was just for show, as she had often fantasized about being shackled in her own handcuffs.

Vachon deftly unfastened her bra and took her breasts in both hands.  He squeezed them gently and lowered his head to bite a nipple.  She wriggled and writhed under the pressure of his tongue and teeth, and moaned escaped her throat.  Vachon unzipped her pants and in one jerk, completely removed them.  There was nothing left save her panties.  Vachon stood and walked to the foot of the bed.  So very slowly, he unfastened his belt and unzipped the tight black jeans he was wearing.  He inched the jeans down, over his hips and too the floor.  To Tracy's surprise, he wore no underwear, and his erection stood out in front of him like a Spanish Dagger.

Vachon climbed up on the foot of the bed and began licking Tracy's toes.  His mouth was cool and slick, and his teeth gently scraped her as he attended to her feet.  Her heart pounded and her blood raced as his skilled tongue slid between her toes and up the arch of her foot.  When she could take no more, she pulled her foot from him and begged him to move higher.

He moved up her body, lips hovering just above the surface of her flesh, but never touching her.  She could feel chills rise as his breath grazed her skin.  As he neared her chest, she felt his cock against her leg.  She pressed her
leg into him and rubbed it with her thigh.  He was above her now and he stared at her with yellow, glowing eyes.  Without saying a word, he placed his knee between her legs and forced them open.  He entered her with the same
slowness that he had removed his clothes.  She raised her hips to meet him, trying to inch him further inside, but he would not allow it.  With long, sensuous strokes he made love to her.  She wanted him to be aggressive, to give her the fast, pounding orgasm she craved, but again, he would not allow it.

Tracy pulled at the bindings, trying to free her hands so she could gain more control of the situation, but the blouse would not stretch of budge.  She pressed her hips into his to meet his every stroke and the pressure of his
shaft against her clitoris sent her into a frenzy.  She felt her muscled begin to tighten as the spiral of her climax began.  She bucked against him, pulling her head back to expose her neck for his taking.  She was ready to be taken and consumed in ecstasy.

Vachon quickly withdrew from her and climbed off the bed, leaving her.

"Vachon.  Please!  Don't stop now!"
"Are you still thinking about work?"
"No."
"Do you still feel tense and edgy?"
"No."
"I said I'd take your mind off of things.  My work's done."  As he walked to the other room, leaving her tied up and on the verge of one incredible orgasm.

"Vachon!      Vachon!!!!"

Her only reply was the sound of footsteps in the other room and a quiet laugh.
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Fin