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Warnings for JADFE: explicit m/f vampire sex
Notice to ERA members: This is a Forever Knight fanfic, but I thought you might enjoy it. All you really need in the way of background is that LaCroix is the vampire master and lover of Janette and that he's generally reserved and always poised, while she's the epitome of the femme fatale. Comments and crits both welcome, if you're so inclined.This was written in response to a special request.
Physical Therapy
By Molly Schneider
Copyright 1999"Can you tell me how it is, gentle listeners, that we are so in love with life even at those times when it is nothing more than an irritant, a thorn in our side? When all is but one weary slog through our days and nights? Why do we not just end it all? Are we really such blind optimists that the mere possibility of small moments of joy lead us ever onward, as the proverbial donkey following the carrot? The phones are open, my children, and the Nightcrawler is waiting..."
Janette Ducharme, idly leafing through a stack of fashion magazines while listening to the radio, rolled her eyes. She shook her head at this latest rumination from her lover-master. For nearly a thousand years she'd endured his moods and while they usually melted her heart, at times they exasperated her. No matter how she pampered and reassured him, these blue moods would come upon him. The petite French beauty
rose and went into her room, throwing open the closet doors. Time for another round of physical therapy, she thought with a smirk.Climbing the stairs wearily, LaCroix picked up the faint scent of sandalwood. Hmmn...very nice; Janette must be burning incense. He opened the door to find her lounging on the sofa in the merest wisp of a black silk slip dress. She rose to pour him a glass; as she handed it to him she said, "You seem tired, mon pere."
"I suppose." He took the drink from her and sipped it, savoring the vintage: a young woman, of fiery convictions, sure she was doing good by donating blood. Spicy, with a touch of irony. He sank down in an armchair and sighed, then sighed again as he felt those delicate hands rest on his shoulders, kneading the tensed muscles. "Ah, that's good."
"You look like you could use a massage, darling," she murmured in his ear. "I've got a little surprise for you."
"Really?" Intrigued, he followed her into the bedroom; the aroma of sandalwood was stronger in here. She pulled the covers back and left him to undress and lay down on the cool linen sheet as she busied herself in the bathroom. When she came back she was naked, and carrying a small earthenware pitcher.
"I approve your choice of costume," he said, amused, "but what's in the pot?"
She leaned over him, her dark hair brushing against his skin. "Warmed oil. Sweet almond oil with a drop or two of sandalwood. Tres calmant."
"Ummm..." he sighed and closed his eyes as she poured a small pool of the oil on his back. A moment later they flew open. "Janette, what are you doing?"
A ripple of laughter was her only response. He lay disbelieving as her lithe body snaked against his, spreading the oil over his back. A subtle twist, and she was twining between his legs, her belly, breasts and thighs rubbing the oil on her body deep into one leg, while her back and buttocks slid against the other. He buried his face in the pillow
to stifle a moan. Slick with oil, she rose again to spread herself against him, clasping his Achilles tendons between her toes while she spread her arms out along his. Her mouth hovered over the side of his neck and he caught his breath, but she only kissed him lightly and slipped off to the side.Turning, he would have embraced her, but she shook her head and rose to her knees. As she reached for the oil pitcher again, she said, "On your back, mon amour."
He complied, watching her intently. His eyes followed her hand as she drizzled more of the oil on his stomach. "Janette..."
"Shhh. Just relax."
Despite his increasing arousal, it *was* oddly relaxing. She lay down on him again, belly to belly, and rained kisses on his face as she began to move in a sinuous rhythm. Slowly she snaked upwards, spreading the oil across his chest; just before her breasts came within reach of his mouth she reversed direction, sliding downwards.
Her thighs spread around his as her breasts rolled across his belly. A low growl escaped him and she looked up to see his lips curled back in the vampire rictus, showing his gleaming fangs. Delighted, she exposed her own, laughing throatily. She continued her slide, until her breasts cradled his erection. Changing her rhythm, she caressed his cock, drawing her breasts up and down against it. He snarled in earnest and reached for her again; again she shook her head.
Rising on her knees she straddled him, holding her eyes with her own golden ones while she anointed her sex with an oil-slicked hand. Then she took him in--oh, so slowly--rising a little only to sink down, rising again to sink down just a little bit more. He watched happiness blossom on her face as she saw the pleasure she was giving him. At last she sank down all the way, and dreamily began to grind her hips while
she milked him with her inner muscles. Gracefully she leaned forward to nip at his lips and suck at the droplets of blood. "Mmmm...you always taste so good..."He gripped her hips so he could thrust more rapidly into her. Her head dropped back as she moaned, then cried out. She flung herself down against him and he caught her hair in one hand, twisting her head to one side and piercing her throat. Sensations of playful tenderness and an abiding love poured into him as he climaxed. She cried out again, tightening around him, and he bared his own throat to her hunger.
Afterwards, she lay against him, her head on his shoulder and one hand curled on his chest. "We've made a mess of the sheets," he observed quietly.
"Mmmm...we always do. Are you feeling any better?"
He smiled and lay a hand over hers. "I always do."
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