Disclaimers: Natalie and Janette don't belong to me & I promise to put them back when I'm finished. This is the continuation of the storyline that started with "The Best Laid Plans..." and "Voices in the Night" (what did you expect <g>); if you need a copy of one of the previous stories let me know. And now for third part of this little saga, in which we finally hear from LC and Nick...Special thanks to Lori Dehn for beta reading.
Archiving permission granted to Mel and JADFE -- everyone else please ask.
"Departures & New Beginnings" (1/1)
by Nymue
----"You do realize that we still have all night, n'est-ce pas?"
"Oui ... I suppose we should use it to our advantage, hmm?"
"We should indeed. How long can this idyll last? We may not be alone much longer," Natalie replied.
"I thought you were not worried cherie," her lover teased. "What happened to 'heroic hearts not yielding?'"
"I'm not worried about afterwards," Natalie told her. "What I *am* worried about is the moment of confrontation. What if he says or does something ... unexpected ... in the heat of anger?"
"He can say little of any importance now, and he is too intelligent to harm you. Even knowing the truth Nicolas still cares, so I doubt Lacroix would do something to anger us both. Non, he will be in complete control of his temper," Janette concluded. "That is, *if* he shows up before our departure."
"Well, if that's settled shouldn't we finish packing and ..."
"Pragmatist," Janette accused. "We have *other* things to finish ..."
With that Janette tugged Natalie back onto the bed. Smiling, she ran her hands through the auburn curls that framed her lover's face. In response, Natalie pushed Janette's robe aside, and proceeded to rain kisses on her throat, biting down gently which caused her lover to growl. She continued kissing her way down Janette's shoulder, stopping only upon reaching her breasts. Smiling softly she stroked them, causing the delicate nipples to harden. Janette moaned as Natalie took one, and then the other, in her mouth, teasing them with her teeth before lightly sucking. Satisfied that Janette was aroused, Natalie began raining kisses on her lover again, this time moving slowly down her body. Janette's fingers tightened in her hair as Natalie found her already sensitive clit; she ignored it for a time, content to pay more attention to Janette's moist inner chamber. Soon enough though,
Natalie moved up and began to lick and suck at the sensitive bundle of nerves. And as Natalie increased her licks, Janette could feel the pleasure beginning to spiral out of control. "Natalie, mon amour ... aidez moi ..." she gasped. Looking up, Natalie moved her left hand to stroke Janette's face, then gave one last kiss followed by a gentle bite. Janette shuddered with the start of orgasm, and reached for the wrist near her mouth. As she drank Natalie's blood, she felt the crescendo that had been building with every kiss break. She came silently, the only sound that of her lover's beating heart.Sated, Janette lay back trying to regain her equilibrium. She smiled at Natalie and said, "... that was incredible, cherie. You *have* missed me."
"Mmmm, did you think otherwise?" came Natalie's response.
"Well, I must admit I was beginning to wonder. You have been somewhat, reserved I think, this evening."
"You have as well," Natalie whispered. "After the other night ... I know we've said all we need to ..."
"Then we will not say more," Janette told her, as she rolled over on top of her lover. "Be still cherie, and I will *show* you how I feel."
Janette leaned down and kissed Natalie deeply. Their tongues swirled around, darting in and out, sparring with each other. Natalie ran her tongue over Janette's canines, delighted to feel them start to lengthen. Startled, Janette broke the kiss and growled, "not yet mon amoureux, not yet." Seeing her lover start to pout, she kissed her way down Natalie's throat, pausing
to lick the area over her jugular, then continued on her journey. Upon reaching her destination, Janette took one of Natalie's rosy nipples in her mouth, sucking until it became hard. Then she repeated the process on its twin, enjoying the feel of her lover beginning to writhe beneath her. As Natalie began to moan, Janette smiled and continued kissing and caressing her way
south. "Janette," Natalie gasped. Janette's response was to bury her face between Natalie's thighs, and gently lick her lover's swollen sex before plunging her tongue inside. Slowly she moved her tongue in and out, making sure to stroke the spots she knew would drive her lover closer to the brink. As Natalie's moans grew loader, she moved up and took possession of the
already hard clit.Janette's feather light licks and kisses were slowly driving Natalie closer to the edge. She moaned again, and tried to lift her hips slightly, only to find Janette was firmly holding her in place. "Please..." she moaned, beseeching her lover to give her her release. As if in accquiesence, Janette's licks became more intense, causing Natalie to grasp at the bedsheets as she
started to peak. As the full force of the orgasm washed over Natalie, Janette bit into her lover's inner thigh, tasting her ecstasy and causing them both to come yet again.As the aftershocks wore down they lay entwined in the pleasant stillness, both sated for the time being. "No, Janette. *That* was incredible," Natalie told the other woman once she had regained the use of her voice.
"I'm glad you approve," Janette purred. "Do you believe me now, cherie?" she inquired.
"Ohh, yes. I am *very* convinced. I must ask though ... could I get another demonstration?"
"Only if you are a *very* good cherie," came the response, "and only if you finish packing. We do have a schedule to keep," she teased, loving the incredulous expression that came over Natalie's face.
"Why you ..." Natalie began, before hitting Janette with a nearby pillow, heedless of her lover's laughter. "And *you* called *me* a pragmatist!"
"Well, cherie, one of us must be practical. And we really should be going, or we'll miss our flight."
"So tell me, where are we going? All you said was 'another city of French influence.' I mean, we're obviously *not* going to have visitors tonight," Natalie said as she looked at the ever lightening skyline.
"Hmmm ... very well. I have arranged for us to stay in New Orleans. Suprisingly, there is not a large community there. Besides, we will probably, what is the vernacular, ah, 'blend in' amongst the city's population."
"New Orleans, hmm? Sounds perfect ... besides, I've always wanted to see that city."
"I know, cherie, I know. And now you will not only be able to see it, but we can start a new life as well."
"In more ways than one," Natalie whispered, just before Janette kissed her.
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Lacroix stood in the empty, darkened apartment. He had come as soon as the sun had gone down, thinking to catch them before they left the city. He now regretted waiting; obviously, they were far more organized and determined than he had previously thought. For once, he had been outmaneuvered and although he was pleased by their ability to do so, he had never expected they would actually put those abilities to work. Of course, he had not known of their "relationship" until Janette's return from Montreal. It was, he decided, unnerving. Nicholas had been upset upon learning the truth, to say the very least. He had gone to see his son intending to needle him about bringing Janette back across, when Nicholas had told him what he had learned through Janette's blood. To say that he had been suprised would have been an understatement.
He raised his head when he sensed the approach of his son. "They are gone, Nicholas."
The other man looked around, his eyes searching for something to contradict the statement. When he found none, he sighed. "Why?"
"Why what, Nicholas? Why did they leave? Why were they lovers in the first place? What is your question? If it is one those mentioned, I would think *you* would know the answers," Lacroix answered bitingly, unable to resist a small taunt.
Nick looked flustered. "I didn't see *everything!* I saw them as lovers, I felt Janette's feelings," he faltered. "I saw some of our past together, that is all. Maybe it was because she was mortal. I don't know."
"Well, whatever their reasons may have been, Nicholas, they have departed. I would suggest we leave this place." He held up a hand to forestall his son's protests. "They will have dealt with any of Dr. Lambert's 'loose ends,' Nicholas. There is nothing holding you here except your own stubborn pride and your new partner, who can take of herself. As for the rest, I believe
the Spaniard can "protect" her, if need be. Or I can simply make her forget; there are ways to work around resistors. It is time, Nicholas; once again, you have overstayed your welcome.""What will we do? Where will we go?"
"We shall return to Paris," Lacroix mused, "and use the time to renew our acquaintance. Besides which, Nicholas, Janette always returns to Paris."
Nick sighed, and looked out the window at the Toronto skyline. And as he did so, he wondered...
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