Mango Magic
                           by Nunkies Addict Debbie
 
 	You arrive home from a hard day at work, stopping at the mail box to 
 pick up your snail mail.  Among the usual supply of bills and junk mail, 
 you find a rectangular box wrapped in brown paper.  Your address is 
 written on it in the most elegant handwriting you have ever seen.  There 
 is no return address.

 	Curious, you open the wrapping.  What you find is a box of something 
 called Mango Magic moisturizing body wash.  it must be a new product, 
 since you haven't heard of it before, but you can't figure out who would 
 have sent it to you.  Opening the box, you pull out the body wash and 
 sniff at it, testing the smell to decide if you like it.  It doesn't 
 smell *that* bad, so you set the bottle down and head for your computer. 
 
 	Your INBOX is full of messages.  Some of them are from friends, and 
 your read them, hoping to find the sender of the Mango Magic.  You 
 don't.  Then you start reading the stories sent to you via FKFIC-L.  
 Part V of "Natasha" has just been sent and you begin reading it eagerly.  
 As you read, you get to the big seduction scene between Natasha and your 
 Nunkies.  (You've tried to think of him as *just* LaCroix, but it never 
 works out that way.)  Suddenly, you realize where the Mango Magic idea 
 came from.  Obviously, the someone who sent you the body wash had to 
 have read Debbie's story!  Mystery solved!  Well, sort of...

 	You finish reading your e-mail, then head for the shower.  On a whim, 
 you snatch the Mango magic from the table where you left it.  It 
 couldn't be *all* that bad if Natalie is using it to catch Nunkies, you 
 reason.

 	Stepping into the shower, you wait until you are completely wet 
 before you pick up the body wash and open it.  Poised to pour some onto your 
 poof, you are startled to hear someone say, "Allow me..."

 	You turn and... It's... It's HIM!!!  The vampireof your dreams is 
 standing there in *your* bathroom, holding his hand out to take the wet 
 body poof from you.  When you don't give it to him (since you're too 
 busy being overwhelmed by his sensual charm), he reaches out and takes 
 it from you.  "You're really much too delicate to be doing this all by 
 yourself," he tells you, pouring a generous amount of Mango Magic onto 
 the poof. 
 
 	You barely nod in agreement as he begins to massage the body wash 
 into the skin on your shoulders and down your back.  You are about to give 
 in to the ecstatic feeling when he stops quite suddenly.
  
 	"On second thought," he says, a wickedly playful look coming to his 
 blue eyes, "maybe it would be better if I join you.  Much more 
 enjoyable, don't you think?"
 	
 
 	
 *** Debbie Chilson, aka "Fleurette"  dlchilson@hotmail.com***
 Cousin, IB, Vaquera, NA, and aspiring Valentine
 co-founder les Chevaliers de la Croix (KoC), HL-C, C-Leaper
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