Story Title  : Round Three
Author       : Angie Lotto
Rating       : Explicit
Pairing      : Natalie Lambert & Lucian LaCroix


        Nat had a hard day. Pure and simple. It was like the grim
reaper himself had come to Toronto for a long long visit. Over
and beyond the regular 10 dailies she normally had to deal with,
there had been three Jane Doe's and four John Does....

        She was looking forward to a long hot bath with soothing milk
bubbles, and a nice cup of cocoa and a romance novel curled up
by the fire. Against her better instincts she turned on CERK, knowing
full well that she would hear _him_ running off at the mouth, and
trying to torment Nick thru the airwaves.

        "Gentle listeners... Did you ever find youself in the situation
where you have coveted something that a loved one owned...
or at least something that a loved one lay claim to? How well
we think we know ourselves... how we look around us and say
that we are want of nothing, yet there it is... something out of place...
something, there, on the edge of your consciousness... another's
possession, something you would never want on the surface...
but when you take the time to examine it closer, to look into that 
deep crevice of your mind... you find, dear one... it is something
that you no longer wish to live without, and you must aquire the object
of this lust at any cost.... Yes gentle listener, you must have it...
and have it, I will..."

        Nat looked at the radio bemused. What in the world has happened
to LaCroix? She started to giggle, thinking the old boy had finally lost
his mind. As she rounded the corner of her block, she started imagining
what it could possibly be that Nick had that LaCroix was *lusting* after. Other
than Nick himself, Nat was hard pressed to think of anything.

        She pulled up in front of her home, and after a quick look around,
she got out of the car, and locked it up. Walking leisurely up the walkway,
she put the key in the lock and stepped inside to a waiting Sydney. "Oh
baby! Have you been waiting for me?" She knelt down to pet him, caressing
his tail and scratching that place behind his ear that made the purr box
go crazy for him. She walked to the kitchen to check his water and kibble.
Satisfied that all was well, in the kitty department, she walked over to the 
bath, and after pouring a capful of milk bath in, walked into her boudoir
to get her *special* robe and her fuzzy slippers.

        She watched herself undress in the mirror, thinking to herself that she
was still perfect in all the right proportions for her age, and she looked
damn good as a matter of fact! She slid down into the bubbles slowly, 
savoring the feel of the heat against her aching muscles. *Lord! This feels
sooo good!* Sliding down farther into the water, stretching her legs and 
arms to get the maximum pleasure of the water, she laid back and closed
her eyes. Within a matter of minutes, she drifted off.....

        She awoke, realizing the water was beginning to get a chill to it.
With a
slight start, she looked up and there he was!

        "LaCroix!!! I beg your pardon! You get out of here this very instant!"

        "My dear Doctor Lambert, you must get out of that water before some-
thing dreadful happens to you!" He stood there with an evil grin on his face. 
Suddenly Nat's mind flashed back to that strange monologue tonight... 
What was it he said??? * Did you ever find youself in the situation where
you have coveted something that a loved one owned...* My God! He
was talking about her! 

        "You are definately demented LaCroix! I heard that little tirade of
nonsense tonight, you have got to be absolutely nuts if you think you are
going to be able to take _possession_ of me!"

        "Ahhh, yes sweet Natalie. I do indeed long to take possession of you,
but decidedly not in the way that you expect me to. Here, let me help you
out of that tub. Surely you must be catching a chill by now?". He looked at 
her with eyes she never saw before. They were, what was the word for it?
Gentle, yes! They were gentle eyes...

        He held one of her big white fluffy towels up for her to slip
into.He held
it up in front of him, as if to block his view of her and to avoid her being
embarrassed. *This* was not the LaCroix she knew!

        She arose from the tub, allowing herself to be wrapped within the towel.
As he draped the towel around her, she could feel the gentle rubbing of his
hands upon her back. She found herself falling under his spell. Thinking to 
herself that this was just a dream enduced by the stress of the day, she 
decided to go along with it. She leaned back into his arms.

        He slowly and methodically began to dry the front of her. Turning her
around so that he could get a better vantage point of her, he gently began
to dry her front. Slowly, he began at her neck, patting her dry instead of just
rubbing. She felt every pore in her skin become alive at his touch! This was
truly amazing. 

        He moved his hands down to her breast. Patting first the right one,
then 
the left one dry. He wondered down to her belly, making sure that he 
encompassed the whole area several times, just barely exploring the triangle
of hair around her pelvic area.

        Slowly, he pulled back the towel from the front of her, and slowly
bending
down onto his knees, and never taking his eyes away from her, he slipped his
hand between her thighs. Hearing a gasp escape her lips, he chuckles softly
and proceeded onward. Finally breaking the locked gaze, he kissed her right
thigh, then her left. Covering her with soft butterfly kissed, he lightly
flicked his
tongue a few times across her pubic hair as he went from one inner thigh to the
next. Finally, after what seemed to Nat to be an eternity, he delved into
her with
his tongue. Lightly lapping at first, he nipped her clitoris and then got
down to
business.

        Darting his tongue inside of her, over and over, he gently placed his 
thumb upon her clitoris, and applied pressure in tight circular motions. Her
moaning alerted him to the fact that she was soon to be exactly where he
wanted her to be. Faster and faster, he worked with his tongue to bring her
to the crest of a wave of pleasure. He felt her body wracking against his face.
With every thrust of her pelvis against him, he could feel his own desire
building
up. He slowed while her orgasm subsided, and at the proper time, he began to
work his tongue back up her belly to her throat, and then to her waiting lips.

        "LaCroix... mmmmmnnnn, that was wonderful!"

        "Natalie, I believe it is time you began calling me Lucius". He smiled
softly at her, and with what Nat thought was a glimmer of gold in his eyes,
he asked her, "I do believe we should finish this in the other room, eh?"

        He picked her up, and carried her into the bedroom for round two...

        Without a word, he gently cradled her in his arms, and carried
her to their final destination. Laying her softly upon the bed, he looked
down into her eyes, and with a certain upturn to his smile, he spoke
"Now where were we eh?".

        Letting his hand slowly roam down the front of her body, he lingered
at her breast. Having to start the play all over again, he began to roll her
nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Feeling it harden under his attention, 
he let his hand wander over her smooth, warm, mortal skin to the other
breast. Repeating the light pressure with this nipple, he softly let the
back of 
his unoccupied hand slide slowly and softly down her face and past her throat.
        Surprized at himself as he felt his passion swelling up between his
legs,
he decided that his attentions should be redirected to another venue. Slowly
and deliberately, be let his hand fall away from Nat's breast. He started at her
forehead, and deliberately began trying to cover every inch of her head with 
light and lingering kisses. Staying for a moment here and there, he worked his 
way to her lucious lips. Tenderly at first, then with more pressure, he parted
her lips wth his long tongue, forcing her own into a duel with his. Long,
soulful
kisses that began to slowly but surely rock her world. Silently he pulled
his tongue
away, and renewed the deliberate kissing upon her throat.
        Nat drew her breath in sharply as she felt his lips over her viens. A 
fleeting thought of danger, quickly replaced by a vision of passion, she put her
hands upon his close cropped hair and tryed to push him in a direction that 
she felt would quickly satisfy the fire that was now burning within her.

        "No my dear", he spoke. "There is plenty of time, and we shall
surely get
there before this night is through".

        Smiling to himself as he heard her sigh, he began anew, his journey
south.
Slowly he worked his way to her breasts. Cupping one in his hand, as his mouth
and lips worked the other. As he massaged the one, his tongue teased, nipped 
and prodded the other's nipple to a total hardness. Switching positions, he now
gave his full attention to the other nipple. Whipping it into the same
frenzy as its 
twin, he left it wanting more, as he swirled his tongue around it, and travelled
between her breast. Making circles with his probing tongue, he leisurely allowed
his hand to drop down to her belly, caressing it and kneeding it softly. A smile
crossed his lips as he heard the low, animalistic groan that was emitting from
Nat's lips. 

        He traversed the distance between her belly and her mound, nipping and
licking her in a random fashion. Teasing her as he got to the soft and delicate 
hair that alerted him that his goal was near. He teased her mercilessly.
Breathing
upon her most sensitive areas, nuzzling her and taunting her with ideas of the 
pleasures yet to come....

Nat was almost frantic with passion. Panting heavily, she pleaded with him.
"Please, Please! I can't take much more of this!".

Not one to miss an opportunity for tourture, LaCroix answered her while lightly
flicking his tongue over her pubic hair. " My dear Natalie! You have waited so
long for Nicholas to do this, all the while never even noticing I was alive,
as it
were. No my dear, we will travel this road at my pace".

Without missing a beat, he gently pried her hips apart. He took her womanhood
between his thumb and forefinger, and slowly and methodically rolled it between 
them. Kissing her inner thigh, he removed his forefinger, and slid it down a
bit 
further. Maintaining the pressure on her clitoris, he gently inserted a
finger inside
of her. "My, my! We certainly are ready for anything that may pop up!".

Nat knew that if she were to look at him right now, he would have that smug
grin on his face. But it would be justified. In this last half hour, he had
completely
conquered her. She felt his finger begin to slide in and out of her with a
steady 
rhythm, and the maddening pressure on her clitoris was all too much to bear. 
It began as a low growl deep within her belly, and when it reached her lips,
it was a full blown scream. Wave upon wave crashed over her, lasting for what
seemed like forever. She heard a noise from where LaCroix was positioned,
but she knew deep in her heart that LaCroix would never chuckle.

She felt him shifting his weight, and he smoothly rolled her over on her belly.
Putting his hand underneath her, caressing one of her breasts, he lifted her up
on her knees, and as she felt him place his other hand on the center of her 
back, he entered her forcefully and fully. Gasping (who would have ever thought
that LaCroix would be so... masterful), she felt him ram into her to the hilt.

Over and over, he pounded into her, settling finally into a rhythm. She
tried to
match his thrusting with her own, until she not only could hear the sounds of 
their bodies moving together in motion, but she felt the waves building up with
in her again. As she came again and again, she could hear his best Nightcrawler
voice saying "Yes Natalie" over and over again. She felt more pressure on her
back, realizing that he was so close to the edge himself. 

As she turned slightly to look at him for the first time, she could see the
tint of
gold within his eyes. She heard the growling, he didn't try to hide it at
all. She 
felt a new kind of excitement, one she had never felt nor thought she could feel
before. As the growl got closer to her ear, she could feel the tips of his
fangs at 
her neck. Between the rhythm and the fangs, another one snuck up on Nat again.
"Yes!" He growled insanely, and as she reached around to touch him, he sank
his teeth into her neck. 

Incredible visions, a thousand orgasms, the rush of the blood, and the thrill of
the capture... everything he was, she became for a split moment in time. As
he spent himself completely, she felt the fangs retracting. 

"NO! Why did you stop?"

"My dear Doctor, we need to save *something* for round three!"


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