Hi all, here is another short ditty in my continuing saga about Nick and his re-emerging mortality. If you have read "We WHAT???" and "Of Mortal Loving", fine---but if not, don't worry. It can stand alone.  Once again, I am writing from the humorous and human angle.

Boilerplate legalese...I do not own any of these characters, TPTB do, I am just borrowing them, yaddah, yaddah, yaddah :-)

Permission to post at JADFE, Mel's fiction site, fkfanfic and Mortal Love. All others, just ask. Comments, feedback, nachos to pasvee@yahoo.com. Enjoy!

The Fire of Love by Mistress V.

Nick Knight was definitely not able to concentrate. He sighed, eyeing the mountain of paperwork on his desk. It had been a quiet shift, but his productivity level was zip...due largely to the fantasies he had been having all day. He growled to himself and pushed away from his desk.

"I'm booking off," he announced to no one in particular, then left the precinct.

Oustide, the sun was beginning its late afternoon descent. Its staggering beauty still took his breath away, and he blessed Natalie for giving him the courage to try Jeanette's cure...and not turn back.
Every day brought a new lesson in mortality, and he treasured them all.

Nick stepped through the elevator door. "Nat?"

"In the kitchen," she called. Nick caught her up in a sensuous embrace.  "Mmmmm" he sighed happily, moving to kiss her.

"Nick-don't---" Natalie started.

Nick's tongue began a leisurely exploration of Natalie's mouth. God, how he loved the simple pleasure of kissing. Suddenly, his head jerked back in shock as he encountered something burning hot. His eyes and nose began to water, and he choked, staring at Natalie.

"Yeeowch!" he sputtered after he re-gained his breath.

"Um-sorry," Natalie sighed. "I tried to warn you." She indicated the cutting board behind her. "I've been making salsa for Grace's birthday potluck tomorrow..." her voice trailed off.

Nick eyed the mixture of vegetables she had been chopping. He identified three kinds of chiles, as well as tomatoes, onion and cilantro. The combination smelled delightful, but hot.

"It's the oil," Natalie continued, "from the chiles. It sticks to you for awhile, you can't really wash it off. I guess I've been licking my fingers while I've been slicing. I should have worn gloves..."

"Never mind," Nick assured her. "It looks great. Will I be able to eat it?" Nick was carefully adjusting to hot stuff---he loved it, but still had a low level of tolerance.

"Absolutely," Natalie replied. "After it sits for a few hours, the tomato cools off the heat. It will be quite mild, believe me."

Nick touched his lips gingerly, wincing.

"You're home early," Natalie observed as she mixed everything into a bowl, which she placed in the fridge. Nick stole up behind her and pressed his hips to her backside, erotically rubbing something very hard against her.

"I couldn't work," he whispered throatily, running his hands down her abdomen. I was thinking of you..."

"Great." Natalie sighed. "And today of all days, I don't use a food processor! I won't be able to touch you...or kiss you," she added as an afterthought.

A look of pure, evil delight crossed Nick's face. He deftly pulled Natalie up and over his shoulder, then started carrying her upstairs.

"Nick?" Natalie struggled, but not too much. She liked their erotic roleplaying.

"Quiet, pretty maiden," Nick commanded as he laid her across the bed.  He pulled out his handcuffs from his pocket and, in one move, had Natalie's wrists firmly fastened to the headboard. "At last I have you in my clutches, and there is NOWT you can do!" It was time to play pirate and the virgin.

His hands began removing Natalie's clothes; his mouth soon followed his fingers. Natalie leaned back and enjoyed his ministrations. He loved pleasuring her, and she wasn't about to complain. Nick lost himself in the delights of her feminine secrets.

Sometime later, Nick reached over and kissed Natalie into wakefulness.  "Mmmmm," he observed, "your temperature's back to normal."

Natalie sighed. "How's your mouth?" she purred, snuggling into his embrace. Her body still glowed in the aftermath of their lovemaking.

"Oh, it still got burned," Nick stroked her hip lovingly, "but I don't mind. I can't believe I can make you so...hot" He slid his fingers through her folds, relishing the contact.

"Nick, you are impossible," Natalie declared as he gently kissed her wrists, which still bore a slight red mark from the cuffs.

"Do you think the salsa's edible yet?" Nick inquired innocently.  Natalie felt something to indicate that he wasn't exactly hungry..for food.

"No, it needs another hour," she murmured, shifting her position to allow him to enter her warmth, "or two."

"I was hoping you'd say that," Nick replied with a gentle thrust of his hips.

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BTW, this tale was inspired by actual events, though nothing as erotic as what I wrote. I was making some salsa and nearly ended up in the emergency room because I tried to take out one of my contact lenses...ended up having to buy a new one. Chili oil is HOT!

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