Title: You're On The Air (1/1)
Author: Lisa (Moonlight@gnn.com)
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Natalie/LaCroix
March 1996

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archive webpage.  This story may not be posted elsewhere without
the permission of the author.

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Natalie switched off her car radio and at once the Nightcrawler's
voice fell into silence. She parked outside The Raven.
Pulling her coat tighter, she got out of her car.  Looking at her
reflection in her car window, she gave her hair a final pat and
allowed her mind to run through her plans for the evening.  //Well
Nick . . . I've finally decided what I want and I'm going to go get
it.  My wasted years of waiting for you are over.//  With a brief
shiver of anticipation, she headed inside.

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"I said, I *want* to see LaCroix!" she repeated more forcefully.
The bartender continued to stand there staring at her as
if she were crazy.  //You'd think I was asking to see God or
something!// she thought to herself. The man turned his back on
her and picked up the phone behind the bar.  Speaking rapidly
to the person on the other end, he continually glanced in her
direction.

Hanging up the phone, he turned to her and said, "Go ahead back.
Wait outside the booth until you see the "On-Air" light go off."

"Yeah, yeah, sure, sure, whatever you say," she said with an air
of nonchalance that she didn't actually feel.  She was nervous, but
there was no way she was going to let any of *them* see it.  She
headed toward the radio booth in the back of the bar.

***************

Pacing nervously back and forth in the hallway outside the sound
booth, Natalie's thoughts raced.  //I've got to be out of my mind!
After everything Nick has told me about LaCroix, there must be
something wrong with me?  Maybe Nick is right, and my feelings are
wrong.  But I swear, every time I see LaCroix, every time I hear
his voice, I have this irresistable need to be near him.  I can't
believe I'm going to do this, but, what the hell?  Everyone's
always telling me to go after what I want, to live a little.  Well,
there's a Freudian slip for you.  But, I most definitely want him,
for better or worse, life or unlife.//

****************

The light over the door finally went off and Natalie stepped into
the control room of CERK's Nightcrawler.  She saw LaCroix reclining
comfortably in a chair behind the sound board, fingers gracefully
laced together, a look of bemused interest on his face.  //What
will I have to do to change that look?// she wondered.

"Dr. Lambert, so nice to see you again.  To what do I owe the
pleasure of your visit?" LaCroix asked.  His voice was pure
silk to her ears.  She felt the characteristic weakness in her
knees that was the result of hearing his voice.  It was as if his
words caressed her body with feather light touches.

"Actually, I have something for you," she replied huskily.

He gave a sinister chuckle and asked, "Oh, really?  And what,
pray tell, might that be?"

"Patience is a virtue, you know," she answered.  Turning away
from him, she hit the play button on the small cassette player she
had hidden in the pocket of her coat.  The first notes of TLC's
"Red Light" began to drift through the room.

"*What* is going on, Dr. Lambert?" LaCroix asked with more than a
touch of impatience.  "I do have a show to do and I can't keep my
listeners waiting."

Natalie ignored him.  //Well, I guess this is it// she thought to
herself.  An unbidden vision of Nick popped into her mind.  Giving
her head a little shake to dislodge his image, she loosened the
belt on her coat and then turned back toward LaCroix.

Letting the slow sensuous music take control, Natalie closed her
eyes and began to slowly gyrate her hips and roll her shoulders
seductively.  Slowly, she began to open the coat further, dropping
it slowly off of one shoulder and then the other, allowing LaCroix
to catch a glimpse of the black silk teddy that she had on
underneath it.  She ran her hands up and down her body, over her
hips and breasts, feeling the power of the music dictate her
movements.

Wanting to see LaCroix's reaction, Natalie opened her eyes and
looked over at him.  She was mildly amused and aroused even further
to find that his eyes were glazed.  His lips were slightly parted,
the tip of his tongue nervously darting in and out to moisten them.

He appeared to be riveted by her every move.  She smiled at his
open admiration and, staring deeply into his eyes, began to make
her way slowly towards him.

He stood to meet her, but she wanted him seated for this, so she
pushed him back down into his chair and straddled one of his
thighs.  She continued the slow, languishing, circular movements of
her hips as she leaned in to run the tip of her tongue along the
rim of his ear -- tracing its curve, reveling in the taste of his
skin.  Then she began to gently nibble on his earlobe and, taking
it very slowly, moved downward to his neck.  LaCroix moaned softly
in response when she reached the juncture between his neck and
shoulder.

Leaning back with a smile on her face, she looked into his eyes.
With a quick swivel of her hips, she straddled his waist.  She
pulled herself closer so that she could feel the hardness of his
erection pressing against her through the fabric of his pants.  She
reached out and gently caressed his cheek.  Allowing her
fingernails to scrape over his skin, she began to slowly unbutton
his shirt, one button at a time.  With each opened button, she
pulled his shirt further and further apart.

Reaching the final button, she leaned forward to suck on his
nipples.  She pulled his shirt free from his pants and pushed
it off of his shoulders, caressing the silk enticingly down his
arms before letting it drop to the floor.  She ran her tongue
around one nipple and then the other. When she gave one a teasing
nip with her teeth, LaCroix grabbed her around the waist. He stood
up and placed her on the edge of the soundboard.

Completely engrossed in each other, neither noticed as the edge of
her hip grazed the "on-air" switch -- or saw the warning lights
that were triggered.

He quickly unlaced the top of her teddy and began to massage her
breasts.  Staring deeply into her eyes, he pulled her up to him and
kissed her passionately.  Tongues intertwining and battling with
each other -- thrusting from her mouth into his and his mouth into
hers.  He released her mouth and began placing quick soft kisses
down her cheeks, her neck, her chest, until he reached her breasts.
Once there he began to tease her nipples, encircling them with his
tongue and then teasing them with his teeth.  As he gently bit her
breast, she felt his fangs begin to descend and lengthen.  She
moaned with pleasure and reached down to unbuckle his belt.

He stopped her hands before she reached the belt and whispered,
"Not yet Doctor."  He pushed her back down onto the soundboard.
Gripping her wrists and holding them immobile against the board, he
continued to bring her body to a fever pitch of desire.

"Please," she moaned breathlessly.  She pitched her head back and
forth in uncontrollable anticipation and desperation.  //Oh, God!
That feels *so* good, so good.//  Her hips gyrated in wild abandon.

"I need you now," she whispered.

He ignored her pleas.  Releasing her wrists and kissing his way
down her body, he moved closer and closer to the center of her
desire.  The closer he got, the louder her moans became.  She
gripped his shoulders tightly, her fingernails digging into his
skin.  He pulled away from her easily as he slowly unsnapped and
pushed the black teddy up in order to allow himself access to her.

"Please, please, now.  I need you inside me now!"

Staring up at him, Natalie watched in rapt attention as he
unbuckled and unzipped his pants.  Even in her present state, she
was pleasantly surprised to see that he wore nothing underneath.
He was engorged with desire and she braced herself in anticipation
of the moment when he would enter her.

Never breaking eye contact, he gently pushed the head of his
erection into her.  The coldness of him contrasted sharply with the
liquid heat that radiated from between her legs.  She moaned in
ecstasy.  Slowly gyrating his hips, he teased her with the promise
of sure fulfillment.  Moaning and pleading with her eyes, she
reached out to pull him closer.  With that, he rammed into her
fully.  Stroking in and out, allowing his full length to plunge in
and out, he continued to bring her desire to a fever pitch.  She
had never felt such pleasure.  She thrust her hips up to match his
every stroke in anticipation of fulfillment yet not wanting the
pleasure to ever end.

"I want you forever," she moaned, "I want to be yours forever.
Make me yours forever."

With that final acceptance of him and all that he was, he reared
back, fangs fully extended, and bit into her throat.

She screamed out in the throes of fulfilled pleasure.  Convulsing
in orgasm, she felt her blood flowing out and LaCroix's seed
flowing in.

Collapsing on top of her, LaCroix pulled away from her throat, bit
into his wrist and offered it to Natalie for her to drink.

"Be mine forever," he said.

Still feeling his hard, thickness inside of her, she reached for
his wrist and answered, "Yes, yours forever."

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Across town, there was a traffic jam.

A caddy was stopped at an intersection and wasn't moving.  Drivers,
tired of waiting through green lights, had begun to go around the
caddy, making obscene gestures at the driver as they drove by.  But
the driver was oblivious to all of that.  He was just sitting
there, staring out the windshield, eyes unblinking, unseeing, as
the radio played in the background.

As he did every other night, Nick had put on the Nightcrawler's
show for his ride to work.

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The End?
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Lisa -- One of the *Other* Cousin Lisas
(moonlight@gnn.com)
"God is love.  I don't love you" -- Lucifer in "The Prophecy"