This is a sequel to a story I posted on fkfic called 'The Secret', so if 
any of you need a copy just let me know and I'll send the first part.

No spoilers, just good ADULT fun.

(m/f) Tracy and Vachon

To Be Us
by:
Charma

	As Tracy walked into the morgue, Natalie already had an idea of 
what she wanted to talk about. She knew that Tracy and Vachon had talked 
and she knew that nothing had happened between them, yet. Setting the 
file she was working on aside she smiled as Tracy approached her desk and 
took a seat across from her.
	"Hi Tracy."
	"Hi. Nat." Tracy wasn't sure how she should approach the subject 
of Nat's love life without prying, but she needed to talk to someone who 
would understand what she was going through.
	"Tracy just go ahead and ask me all your questions." Nat told her 
giving her hand a reassuring squeeze.
	"I don't want to pry, but I do have a couple of personal 
questions, so tell me if I cross any lines. I guess the first thing I 
need to know is what does it feel like?" 
	Nat felt a slight blush rise at the question. 
	"Well, honestly it is hard to explain. It is somewhere between 
the greatest feeling I have ever had and the best feeling I have ever 
had." Now Nat knew she was blushing, "One thing you should know, however, 
is the day after you won't feel so great."
	"You mean because of the blood loss?" Tracy chimed in.
	"Yes, that too, but, well, you have to remember that a vampire's 
strength is extraordinary and sometimes Nick forgets himself. How do I 
put this delicately, um, it tends to be hard walking the next morning." 
Nat told her looking towards the door seeing Nick standing there, 
listening with a grin on his face.
	"I gotcha. I used to have a boyfriend who was into rough sex, so 
that's not a problem, but I am concerned about other things. How 
different from an ordinary man is Nick? I mean how does he compare to an 
average man?" 
	Looking at Nick briefly Nat answered. "He's actually not that 
different. Intercourse between with a vampire and a man, in my 
experience, has been similar, well better, but not too different. Just 
take it slowly with Vachon and everything will be fine." 
	"Thanks, Nat. We are going out tonight and I just needed to ease 
my mind." Tracy looked relieved as she stood to leave
	"I am glad I could help. If you ever need to talk just stop by, 
okay." Nat told her as she stood to walk her out, noticing that Nick had 
disappeared.
	"I will." 

	Tracy stared at herself in the mirror, smoothing down the 
wrinkles in her dress. She wanted to look perfect tonight. Wanted to look 
perfect for Vachon. He had insisted on taking her on a honest-to-god 
date, including dinner and dancing, so she complied by wearing the 
sexiest dress she owned. Turning around to get all views of herself, 
Tracy was satisfied with what she saw. Quickly she fastened her choker 
around her neck, then put the gold earrings, she had received as a 
graduation present, on. Finishing off her outfit with long black gloves. 
When she stepped into her living room, she felt his unmistakable presence 
waiting for her. She hadn't heard him come in, but of course she never 
did. 
	Turning to see him, she was almost knocked down with shock. There 
was her Vachon in a black tuxedo, with his hair tied back neatly, holding 
a bouquet of roses. Tracy stood staring at him as he turned around for 
her to get a good look. He was wearing a very nice black tuxedo with a 
vest instead of cummerbund, which she liked. It looked like he even 
shined his shoes. Vachon grinned at her as he approached. He handed her 
the roses then leaned in and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. 
	"Are you going to say something or just stare at me all night?" 
he asked as he leaned back on the edge of her couch folding his arms 
across his chest.
	"I, uh, am amazed. You're wearing a tuxedo. And your hair?" she stammered.
	"What? Don't you like it? I thought you would like it. " he asked 
as he grinned again looking very uncomfortable.
	"Its just so different." she finally moved from her position and 
walked over to him, setting the roses on her end table.
	"Well, you look fabulous." he told her as she sat down next to 
him. 
	"Thanks." she told him half-heartedly, staring down at her feet, 
she still needed to get her shoes.   	
	"What's wrong?" he asked slightly concerned.
	"Look at us. At you." she pushed away from the couch and stepped 
in front of Vachon. "I want us to be us. I want my Vachon with his 
t-shirt and jeans." she reached around Vachon and pulled his hair loose, 
running her hands through it so it fell onto his shoulders. Vachon 
reached up and unfastened her choker and tossed it onto the couch. 
Smiling at him, Tracy removed his tie and tossed it next to her choker, 
then unbuttoned the top couple of his shirt buttons revealing just a hint 
of his wonderful chest. As she started to remove his jacket, Vachon 
grabbed her hands and pulled them away from him. Slowly he slid his hands 
up her arm and grabbed the top of her glove and pulled it off. He 
released her arm and grabbed the other and removed that glove in the same 
fashion. 
	"Better?" Vachon asked as he leaned forward and gently kissed 
her. Tracy nodded her agreement, not wanting to relinquish the contact of 
their lips. She felt her way up his chest and around his waist, pulling 
him closer. His arms went around her, one hand moving up to tangle in her 
hair the other pressing her into him. Finally forcing herself to pull 
away from Vachon's delicious lips, Tracy moved out of his arms and stared 
at him with her arms folded across her chest.
	"If we continue like this, we're not going to make it to dinner." 
Although she wouldn't mind skipping dinner all together.
	"Are you hungry?" Vachon asked as he reached out and took hold of 
her hand. Delicately rubbing her palm with his thumb, sending shivers 
through her body.
	"Well, not especially." which was true. She had eaten a heavy 
lunch intentionally. 
	"Then why don't we worry about dinner later." he stood and put 
his arms around her. The moment Tracy felt Vachon's lips and tongue tease 
her earlobe, she knew they were not going to make it out of her 
apartment. She slid her hands under his jacket and started to push it off 
his shoulders. In a flash, almost too quick for her to notice, he removed 
the jacket, vest, and shirt and had his arms back around her waist. Tracy 
ran her hands over his chest, outlining each muscle carefully. Scraping 
her nails across his nipples softly, she was amused when he convulsed. 
Containing her giggles, she repeated the process over his now erect 
nipples and watched as he convulsed so hard that he dropped his arms from 
around her. This time she couldn't contain her giggles. 
	"You think that's funny?" Vachon asked in a mock-stern tone.
	"I never suspected that I would ever be able to get that much of 
a reaction out of you." Tracy answered honestly.
	"Trace, if you only knew the effect you have on me." he looked at 
her with that half-smile and arched eyebrow. 
	"Tell me." she said as she ran her fingertips down the dark patch 
of hair on his chest. 
	"Imagine being able to feel, smell, and sense every little detail 
of a person, and wanting to never loose that connection." he replied and 
for once his expression showed complete honesty.
	"Oh my." was the only expression that Tracy could think of. 
	"Trace, once I have tasted you, you won't be able to get rid of 
me." he pulled her into him again.
	"I won't want to." she told him as she leaned in and kissed him
roughly, then pulled away. "Now let's see, we were right about here." she
said as she gently scraped her nails across his chest and nipples again. 
This time Vachon let out a howl as he scooped her up into his arms. 
	"You're going to pay for that." he nuzzled her neck as he carried 
her to the bedroom. He gently stood her at the end of the bed and turned 
her around. He unzipped her dress and slid it of her shoulders, running 
his lips and tongue across the newly revealed skin, as he slid her dress 
to the floor. He ran hands across her flesh, squeezing her butt hard 
enough to make her jump slightly. He took her hand as she stepped out of 
the dress and kicked it aside. Slowly he turned her to face him, taking 
her face into his hands. They kissed, a slow exploring kissed that warmed 
Tracy all over. She ran her tongue across his fully extended fangs, 
caressing them and exploring them. Tracy felt her way down Vachon's chest 
to the top of his pants where she unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. 
Sliding her hand into his briefs she lightly strummed her fingers across 
his already erect penis. Vachon took in a sharp breathe, right before he 
removed her hand from his pants. He pulled his mouth away from hers and 
said, " Uh-uh. Not yet, I still haven't repaid you yet."
	With that he reached around her and unfastened her bra, sliding 
it and her slip off. Grinning, Vachon slid his hands up her arms and onto 
her shoulders. With feather like touches he traced her collarbone from 
shoulder to neck and out again. Tracy shivered at his delicate touch. 
Turning his hands over, he barely ran the backs of his hands across the 
outer edges of her breasts. Tracy let out a soft moan as she leaned 
forward into Vachon's hands. He took her hint and cupped her breasts, 
leaning forward to place light kisses on them. He started by placing 
quick pecks on them, but each kiss got more heated. Taking her left 
nipple into his mouth, he teased it with his tongue, slowly circling it 
and suckling it. He scraped his teeth across her breast tormenting her 
with anticipation. 
	Tracy's hands had found their way to the back of his head and 
were tangling her fingers into the blackness, pulling the strands 
roughly. Vachon released his hold on her completely and knelt in front of 
her. Running his hands over her hips he slid his thumbs inside her 
panties and pushed them down her legs. Steadying herself by putting her 
hands on his shoulders, Tracy stepped out of her panties. Sitting back on 
his heels, Vachon closed his eyes briefly then leaned forward and kissed 
her navel. Gliding his tongue down into her pubic hair, seeking her 
clitoris. Sliding his hands up her legs and in between her thighs, he 
wedged them apart slightly. Another moan escaped Tracy's lips as she 
tried to remain upright by leaning heavily on Vachon's shoulders.
	"Javier." she whispered as a jolt of electricity went through her 
body. Vachon slowly relinquished his tending and stood to face her.
	"Now we're even." he replied as he stepped closer, lifted her off 
the ground, and laid her down on the bed in one quick movement. She 
watched as he stripped and climbed into bed next to her. Vachon laid 
facing her gingerly stroking the line of her jaw. She leaned forward and 
their mouths met in a passionate exchange of lips and tongues. Vachon 
reached out to her and slid his arms around her. Holding her tightly he 
rolled over on top of her. She shifted under his weight into a 
comfortable position. She felt him shift to find her, then with only a 
moments hesitation enter her. Feeling his initial thrust, Tracy threw her 
head back baring her neck to Vachon. He kissed and licked her neck, but 
did not bite her. Instead he increased his steady thrusts into rapid, 
forceful thrusts. Tracy wrapped her legs around him and moved her hips to 
meet his every thrust. As the waves of orgasm hit her, she felt Vachon's 
teeth scrape against her neck. Vachon's lips moved away from her and then 
with sudden force she felt his fangs enter her neck.
	Vachon convulsed and spasmed atop of her as he sucked at her 
neck, tasting her blood. Then suddenly he went  still and she felt his 
teeth slip out of her neck. He licked her wound for a moment, removing 
every drip of blood from her skin then slid off her. He rolled onto his 
back and took in several deep breaths. For several minutes, neither Tracy 
nor Vachon moved, they just laid quietly on her bed. Tracy reached up and 
felt the wound that was practically healed, then rolled onto her side to 
face Vachon. She leaned up on her elbow to look down at him.
	"Javier," she began but was stopped by Vachon's lips. "Shhh." he 
whispered as he pulled her into him, pushing her head to rest on his 
chest. She snuggled up next to him and let him hold her for the rest of 
the night.

THE END 


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Responses, comments, and declarations of undying love to:
Charma -- natpacker, MoCoS, novelist, lush, and so much more.
cdholle@midway.uchicago.edu
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