A little something to warm ya up amidst those wintertime blues...

This is a little special erotica piece I wrote for those who
couldn't make it to Bridging the Knight, including Dotti, who
needed some special hugs that weekend.  And mega-thanks to my
wonderful beta-reader, Idalia.

This is a romantic Nick and Nat piece [m/f] and contains somewhat
explicit sex.  These characters are not mine, but belong to Sony.

Comments, virtual hugs and chocolate can be sent to me at
red@fkfanfic.com.

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A Midsummer Knight's Dream (1/4)
by Mel Moser
January 1997

The loft door opened and shut across the room.  Nat stood up from
the couch as Nick entered the room carrying something behind his
back. "Sorry, I'm late. I had something special to pick up for tonight."
He paused as he gave her a long look over and smiled with approval at
her attire.

"Oh?  And what would that be?"  Nat replied, blushing at his
appreciative glance.  She and Nick had both booked the night off
tonight to finally spend some time together. As it was a hot and humid
summer night in July, she had chosen a simple but comfortable cotton
sundress to wear.  Nick had left the air conditioning off and even with
the windows and skylight open, it was still warm in the room, making
her appreciate her choice of dress even more.  The dress left her
shoulders and arms and legs bare, which, looking at Nick's expression,
had not escaped his notice as his eyes came to rest on the scooping
neckline of the bodice of the dress.

He was still smiling as he presented her with a big picnic basket.

"A picnic?"  Nat asked.

"Well.... it's not like I can join you on one in the day, so I planned out a
special night for us both.  Do you trust me?"

He had that boyish grin on this face.  Irresistible.  Nat smiled back at
him.  "Of course."

"Good.  Now hold this."  He handed her the basket and before Nat
could respond, she was swept off her feet into his arms, the basket
landing in her lap, and she felt them both moving upwards and with a
whoosh they soared through the open skylight. The loft disappeared as
the city night opened up around them and Nick flew them higher and
higher.  Still trying to catch her breath, Nat looked down and watched
the buildings below appear to turn into tiny cardboard box-like fixtures.
She praised the heavens she wasn't afraid of heights as she continued to
watch the darkness and city lights below.

Nick glanced at the beautiful expression on her face as he carried her
through the night.  He had never taken Nat flying and now regretted he
hadn't thought of it sooner.  With the wind whipping through her hair,
the warmth of her in his arms, the sound of her beating heart against his
chest... the closeness of her lips to his own...  The fabric of her dress
was way too thin as he felt her warm softness where he touched her.
Nick tried to focus on where they were going, though he found it
difficult with the distracting bundle he held in his arms.

Nat watched the world fly passed.  They were heading out over Lake
Ontario. The moonlight reflected off the water far below.  A moment of
concern came and went as Nat realized how far up they were.  Nick
easily held her in his arms, holding her tight against his chest.  She knew
he wouldn't not drop her.

He began to slow near a small patch of land some way out in the lake.
Nat began to feel sad that their little flight was coming to an end as Nick
began to descend then landed so lightly on his feet, she wasn't sure if
they were on the ground until Nick gently set her on her feet.  She
looked around.

There were on a small island that couldn't have been more than a couple
football fields in diameter.  Still, there were several trees and brush and
a generous covering of grass as if someone kept the little island well
tended.  Noticing a small dock and cabin off in the distance, Nat guessed
it was likely kept up for summer outings and winter fishing.  They had
landed on a small lawn near the water.  The grass was soft beneath her
feet and she could hear the water lapping against the rocks of the
nearby shore.  It was somewhat dark, but the lights of the nearby shore
and the moonlight gave the place a distinct romantic feel.

"Do you like it?"  Nick asked, smiling down at her while he still held her
close.

"It's beautiful."  The sky was slightly hazy with the humid night air, but
the slight breeze off the lake made the little island cool but quite
comfortable.  "How did you-"

"It belongs to a friend of mine. She said she didn't mind if I used it every
now and then."

"Katherine?"  She guessed and Nick nodded.  She smiled.  She and
Katherine had gotten along quite well since they had met and had even
had lunch on a couple of occasions.  She was like a mother and good
friend all in one.  Plus, Katherine always had some interesting stories
about Nick to share.

Nick took the basket from her hands.  She watched as he opened it
and pulled out a blanket and several large candles and began setting
them up.  She made a move to help him but he shook his head.  In a
moment, the blanket was spread out and the candles were lit, shielded
from the wind by the glass globes Nick had also brought.  Smart of him.
Nick stood up next to her on the blanket and held out his hands in
invitation.

She smiled at him as she let him lead her and help her settle down
beside him on the blanket.

* * * *

Nat polished off her second glass of wine and leaned back against Nick
who lay on his side behind her.  He had watched her as she ate some of
the delicious fried chicken, rolls and fruit salad that had been in the
basket.  She had been impressed that Nick had even nibbled at the
food a little bit.  At least he was making an effort.  The only other
contents in the basket were two bottles... one bottle of wine for Nat
and one bottle of vampire food for Nick, which he had slowly sipped
on all evening.  The dim light of the candles made interesting shadows
around them, but Nat felt completely safe and at ease with Nick.

Nat reached for the wine bottle again, but Nick stopped her, noticing
the slight flush to her cheeks.  Or maybe that was just from the
wonderful time that they had been having talking and laughing. He put
the wine bottle back in the picnic basket.  Nat smiled.  "You're
probably right, I'm not used to drinking this much."  She leaned back
and closed her eyes, savoring the relaxing atmosphere around them.

Nick didn't answer but instead reached up to lift a few wayward strands
of her hair and pat them back in with the rest of her hair, his fingers
lingering for a long moment against the bare skin of her back and
shoulder.  Nat closed her eyes, relishing this rare moment of affection
between them.  His hand didn't leave as she expected, but instead
moved up underneath her hair to began slowly massaging the tense
muscles of her neck and shoulders.  Nat felt the world slipping away as
she felt his other hand join the first.  Both hands began to knead her
shoulders and back.  Nat sighed.

She noticed that he had sat up and was sitting quite close behind her
now.  He lifted her long thick hair to the side and continued his careful
ministrations on her back.  Nat started falling asleep as her muscles and
body slowly began to relax.  She vaguely felt the warm night breeze
blowing against her skin and hair, the feel of the soft grass beneath the
blanket they sat upon, the smell of the warm night air... the sound of the
wind and crickets chirping....  it was the perfect romantic evening.

Nick found himself fascinated by the silky smooth texture of her skin.
He felt the tension in her muscles, no doubt from hours spent bent over
corpses and filling out reports. And putting up with him, no doubt. He
enjoyed watching her and touching her... and hearing the sound of her
voice and heartbeat... the smell of her perfume and scent of her blood...
the sound of her laughter... and the murmurs of her slight moans as she
leaned back into his massage. He slowly lowered his lips down to join
his hands against her skin...

"Nick..."  Nat's voice was soft and husky.  Nick's cool hands were
working magic on her aching muscles.  His hands moved down her
back, continue the massage through the fabric of her dress... and she
immediately missed the feel of his hands against her bare skin.  But her
disappointment disappeared as she suddenly felt his lips kiss her
shoulder blade sending chills down her spine.  All thoughts of asking
about the privacy of this island faded as his tongue joined his lips to
nibble a light path across her back to the other shoulder blade.  She
arched her back, his hands at her lower back following her slight
movement only to pull her back against him, letting his mouth trail up to
kiss across her shoulder and up the curve of her neck.

Nick felt her warmth against his chest.  Her heartbeat thudded against
him as he heard her pulse begin to quicken.  He smiled to himself and
continue losing himself in her scent and taste. Beneath his lips and
underneath her skin, he could feel her light muscles, could sense the
rapid flow of her hot blood pumping through her veins... it would be so
easy to simply sink his teeth into the soft flesh of her neck....

Nick mentally and physically pulled himself back, but not in time.  His
fangs bit into the soft skin of her shoulder instead, causing Nat to cry
out in pain.  But the bite was slight, barely enough to draw blood as he
gently sucked from the bare trickle of blood that his bite caused.

The feel of his fangs sinking into her shoulder both surprised and hurt
her.  She was about to protest when the strangest feeling of languish came
over her, making her bones feel like jello.  It was beyond anything she
had ever felt or imagined before... the feel of his teeth should have hurt
more, but the pain faded as she felt him gently sucking against her skin.
She wondered if she should stop him, but then remembered that is was
unlikely he could drain her from such a small bite.  Besides... she
suddenly didn't *want* him to stop as the world disappeared into a
pool of odd emotions and sensations....

Nick couldn't believe how delicious she tasted.  The warmth of her life
blood trickled into his mouth.  Though it had been a long time since he
had had human blood, there was something unique about the taste of his
Natalie.... her inner beauty and strength echoed in his mind... her
goodness and love... Nick felt his heart leap within his chest.  The ice
coldness of his undead body faded for a moment as her blood continued
to fill him.... and her soul reached out and touched his dark one and
immediately the darkness started fading away.

And then he knew.  The cure was possible.  Just as Janette had said.  It
only took the right person... and he had found it in his Natalie.  He
opened his heart and soul to the goodness of hers.  But this small vein
he had tapped into couldn't stand the type of pressure of his bite for
much longer.  The feelings of exhilaration in his mind and heart were
distracting as he fought back the vampire within him.  Holding her tight
against his chest, he slowly brought the bite to an end, gently
withdrawing his fangs and licking away the last drops of her blood from
her skin.  By the time he was through, they were both breathing heavy
as they leaned against each other for support.

"Nick?"  Nat gasped.  "Are you okay?"  She suddenly felt cold and
alone as he broke off the contact.  She hadn't wanted the beautiful
experience to end.

"I'm sorry, Nat..."  he finally replied.  "I didn't mean for that to
happen...
for any of this to happen..."  He had had to stop it.  He had hurt her.
He saw the fang marks on her shoulder, the bruise already forming
there.  Thoughts rushed through his mind... his own thoughts... Nat's
thoughts he had gotten from her blood... the possibility of mortality... his
mortal and bloodlust desire for her, the guilt for hurting her just as he
had hurt others before.

"Nick?"

Nick turned away.  Pulling up his knees to his chest, he wrapped his
arms around and rested his head against them.

(To be continued.... end Chapter One)

Date: Wed, 29 Jan 1997 20:56:16 -0500
To: jadfe@jbx.com
From: Mel Moser <red@fkfanfic.com>
Subject: A Midsummer Knight's Dream (2/4)

(See Chapter 1 for comments, dedications, etc.  )

A Midsummer Knight's Dream (2/4)
by Mel Moser
January 1997

Nat stared at Nick, a multitude of feelings coursing through her.
Anger, concern, frustration, rejection, confusion, desire... all churned
within her as she watched Nick angsting again.  She sighed.  Enough
was enough.

"Look, Nick."  Nat knelt beside him.  "We've either got to put a stop to
this.... or go forward.  No more of this uncertainty. Now which will it
be?"

"I don't know, Nat"  he sighed.  "I'm not sure."  The path to mortality
was there.  It was within him and her.  All he had to do was reach out
and take it.... but could he risk her life like that?  Did he have the
control to do it?

"Do you want me, Nick?"  Nat asked. She stroked his hair, the blond
curls silky to her touch.

Nick looked up at her.  "Of course I do."  He replied, his voice husky
with emotion.  His eyes were still dark with passion, blue, not gold.

"And I want you."  She said softly.  "End of discussion."  Nat took each
of his arms and eased them away from his knees opening his arms to
her. He made no move to stop her but looked up at her with that
exasperated look of his.

But Nick was surprised a moment later when she hitched up the skirt of
her dress and crossing her leg over his, Nat sat down in his lap in the V
between his chest and his knees.

Nick opened his mouth to protest only to be stopped by the pressure of
her lips meeting his. A light kiss was placed against his lips, her tongue
darting briefly inside his mouth before she continued to kiss and nibble
on his lips.  Nick couldn't help the groan from escaping.  Her body was
soft and warm against him. He laid his hands on her hips and pulled her
closer, letting his arms wrap around her waist and his hands moved up
her back to tangle his fingers in her hair.

Nat wasn't sure what provoked her to make such a bold move. All she
knew was that it somehow felt right.  Nick was now returning her kisses
with a growing fervor that matched her own.  She felt his legs beneath
her and the hard muscles of his chest as he held her tight against him.
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pressed against him,
every inch of her body aware of where they touched.

Much as she liked the feel of her breasts pressing against his chest, she
was more frustrated by the layers of clothing that still separated them.
She slipped her hands down and began unbuttoning his shirt, slipping
her finger tips inside to caress his bare skin as she undid each button in
turn.  It was a difficult task with Nick kissing her mouth, her chin, her
jaw and down her neck.  She barely heard him whispering her name
against her skin.

Turnabout was only fair play, Nick thought to himself and began
unzipping the back of her sundress.  It peeled away to reveal the tender
skin of her lower back.  As her own hands completed unbuttoning his
shirt, he started pulling down the slim shoulder straps of her dress.  She
helped him by slipping her arms through the strap loops and soon she
was nude from the waist up.

Nat felt the warm breeze blow against her bare, passion-warmed skin
and breasts and for a scant second felt self-conscious... exposed though
she knew no one else was around.  That quickly passed when Nick
cupped both of her breasts and began to knead them lightly with his
cool fingers, his thumbs strumming across both of her sensitive,
hardened nubs.  Nat couldn't hold back the cry that escaped her lips.
Nick chuckled as he continued kissing down her exposed neck.  His
mouth continued to trail lower.  She held her breath in anticipation as
his lips drew closer to her where his thumbs were stroking her.

Nick was hopelessly distracted by her warmth... the way her skin
tasted... her soft thighs and buttocks sitting on his thighs... her gentle
hands now stroking his chest... the feel of her warm flesh beneath his
hands.  His lips found the hard nub of her nipple and he used his
mouth and tongue to suckle long and hard at it and then gave the same
treatment to its partner.  Nat arched her back in response and he smiled
against her skin.

His hands moved down her sides to her hips, then down to stroke her
legs, his hands moving higher and higher up her thighs and under her
skirt until his finger tips found the bottom edges of her panties, also
cotton, he discovered, but he was more interested in what was
underneath them.  Nat took his face in hers and started kissing him
delectably on the lips, her tongue explored his mouth, running across his
teeth and dancing with his own tongue.  He pulled her into the kiss and
tight against him, her bare warm breasts pressing against his chest.  He
felt the shiver that went through her body at the contact and he worried
that his cold body might deter her, but she didn't pull away, but
wrapped her arms around his shoulders and tangled her hands in his hair
as she increased the passion of their kiss.  Nick heard the vampire
keening within him, wanting him to take her and culminate their passion
and sate the bloodlust within him, but he fought it step-for-step...
keeping it in check by burying himself in his and her mortal passion
instead.

Nick stroked the skin underneath the thin cotton of her panties with the
back of his fingers.  Her skin was very delicate and soft there.  He
caressed inwards, moving closer to the center of her lower abdomen
until his fingertips nearly touched.  And then he moved lower, brushing
and stroking the top of her mound of curls. Nat trembled against him.
Delight filled him at seeing her like this. beautiful...  unabashed...
wanton.... matching him kiss for kiss. He returned her kisses as his
fingers trailed downwards to stroke the tender insides of her thighs.

Nick helped her remove his shirt and she tossed it to the side.  She
reached her arms around him again to begin exploring his shoulders and
back.  She loved the feel of his skin... firm and supple, his muscles
flexing beneath her touch... his flesh was cool to the touch but felt
refreshing against her burning skin.  Somehow, his coolness intrigued
her, made her more aware of who he was, all they had been through,
and how much he had come to mean to her.  She liked being held in his
lap, the feel of his legs easily supporting her, his hands and mouth
weaving their magic across her skin, and touching her in places and
ways she had only dreamed about.  But this wasn't a dream, was it?

His hand dipped down and inside the layer of her panties again. And
then, he touched her, his hand at first cool against her hot, moist core.
He easily parted her nether folds and began exploring and massaging
her there.  It nearly jolted her off his lap. Nick chuckled and continued
kissing and stroking her until she was nearly purring in his lap, her
insides melting and her hips slowly rocking to match the gentle thrusting
of his fingers inside her.  His other hand stroked her back, then moved
forward to cup her breasts. And his mouth was planting long and wet
kisses down her neck, continuing to remain there so long she began to
worry and lifted his head to look into his eyes.

Nat found it hard to focus with the growing pleasure that was building in
her lower body, but between breaths she couldn't help but notice his
eyes were not gold, but rather a dark blue filled with passion and desire.
It took her remaining breath away.  She kissed him on the mouth,
silently thanking him for the difficult restraint he must be maintaining
over
the vampire.  She wondered how long he could keep the strict control.
She could her the faint growls rumbling his chest as well as the tension in
his muscles across his neck and back. But all of these thoughts vanished
as her body climaxed with orgasm and she collapsed against Nick's
chest.

(To be continued.... end Chapter Two)

Date: Wed, 29 Jan 1997 20:56:36 -0500
To: jadfe@jbx.com
From: Mel Moser <red@fkfanfic.com>
Subject: A Midsummer Knight's Dream (3/4)

(See Chapter 1 for comments, dedications, etc.  )

A Midsummer Knight's Dream (3/4)
by Mel Moser
January 1997

Nat vaguely felt him pulling her dress up and over her head as she
gradually returned back to earth.  The world came rushing back around
them as she realized that they were making love outside in the moonlight
on an island in the middle of Lake Ontario.  She looked at Nick who
was smiling back at her.  He kissed her delicately on the lips, then
kissed her on the tip of her nose before pausing to look into her eyes
again.  A gust of wind blew against them, ruffling through their hair and
blowing cool against her heated body.

Nick was touched beyond words at the feelings she had evoked within
him as she climaxed in his lap.  The expression on her face and in her
eyes, the passionate warmth of her skin, the feel of her heat in his hand,
the way her body trembled as the tremors of orgasm had wracked her
body... all of these things were priceless and all he knew is that he
wanted to do that to her, make her look and feel like that, again and
again.

Nick lifted her from his lap and lowered her gently onto the blanket
beside him.  Her hands touched his chest again as she enjoyed the play
of his muscles flexing with his movements.  She barely noticed that the
blanket was cool and soft against her bare skin as Nick removed her
panties, running his hands down her legs as he did so.  She lay
completely unclothed before him and felt a twinge of modesty as Nick
looked at her.  His glance started at her legs, up to her hips and
midsection, and then higher to her breasts and then her face.

"You are so beautiful, " he whispered just before his mouth descended
on hers, his hands stroking down her sides, stirring up the passion within
her again.  Nat moaned in approval as he slowly lowered his body on
top of hers, his weight heavy, but comfortable as he pressed down on
her.  She liked the way it felt.  The rough denim of his jeans rubbing
against her legs and hips, the feel of his arms around her, holding her, his
mouth raining kisses on her lips, her eyelids, and down her cheek to her
neck.  But she wanted to feel and touch him too.

"Nick?"  She mumbled against his lips, trying to get his attention. It took
a few seconds, but at last Nick paused long enough to look at her, his
eyes full of momentary concern.

"Nat?  Am I hurting you?"  He shifted slightly so his full weight was no
longer on her.  His movement caused his hips to press down against
her, leaving Nat with no doubt of the state of his arousal.

Nat swallowed hard.  "Uh, no.  But it's my turn."

He kissed the tip of her nose.  "Your turn?"  He looked perplexed.

"Lie down and you'll find out."  She gave him a wicked smile as she
slowly eased her hands from around his neck.

Nick slowly rolled off of her and onto his back on the blanket beside
her.  Nat sat up and watched him close his eyes, giving her ample
opportunity to study him as he relaxed.  While she had seen him bare-
chested before, she couldn't help but be reminded of how beautiful he
was.  The muscles of his shoulders, arms, and chest apparent now that
his shirt was no longer covering them.  His chest was covered with a
light sprinkle of chest hair, which tapered to a thin line that disappeared
beneath the waistband of his jeans.  His waist was narrow, his
slenderness evident in the slight indication of his ribs and the flatness of
his stomach.  His hips and legs were still clad in his tight fitting jeans.

Nat wondered if Nick realized how sexy he was, especially now, laid
out, his torso bare, his head pillowed on his arm behind his head, his
legs sprawled out next to her.  But she found her eyes undeniably drawn
to that place where his jeans were especially taut across the front of his
hips.  She blushed at the curious thoughts that crossed her mind and
looked up to see if Nick had noticed.  Her eyes met his, his eyes dark,
his expression amused, but he didn't comment or move.  Slightly
embarrassed by her unabashed appreciation of his body. Nat hesitated,
but only for a moment.  Looking was definitely not enough.

Her hand touched his chest and Nick stirred slightly.  His skin was so
smooth and while cool, his flesh was still hard and felt very much alive...
at least to her.  Her other hand joined in touching him, her hands
exploring his chest, caressing him, feeling the light hairs of his chest
tickling her palms.  Down his sides, then up to his flat stomach, then
higher to his shoulders and down his upper arms. She discovered she
loved to look at him and touch him, to feel his muscles beneath her
hands, to see his skin glow from the light of the candles around them.
She imagined him looking like this as a young knight in the crusades and
felt her pulse quicken at the desire growing within her.  Glancing up, Nat
saw Nick had closed his eyes, but the look on his face was all she
needed to realize that he too was enjoying this.  She smiled as she
lowered her mouth to join her hands in the caresses.

His skin tasted even better than it felt.  His skin cool against her lips,
Nat placed a line of kisses down his neck to his chest where she made
her way to each of his hard nipples and played with each with her
tongue, nibbling and sucking lightly.  Nick's breathing increased and she
could hear him struggling to keep it steady. She continued the onslaught
of kisses and caresses against his chest, slowly moving downwards.
Her hands found the top of his jeans and slipped inside, tracing the
hidden flesh just beneath the waistband.  Her lips kissed down to his
navel as her hands began to undo the button and zipper of the fly of his
jeans, the backs of her hands and fingers feeling the warmth and
tautness of his arousal there through the cotton of his underwear.  Well,
those would definitely have to go, Nat thought herself and began tugging
the remainder of his clothes off.  Nick shifted his hips and allowed her
to slip the jeans and underwear down and off and Nat tossed them to
the side.  She didn't look.  Just not yet.

Nat ran her hands up his legs, feeling the brush of his leg hair against her
palms.  She stroked up his thighs until her hands rested on top of his
hips, on either side of his evident arousal, which she now gave her full
attention.  He was perfect.  A bit larger than she would have guessed,
but definitely fully aroused. Nat smiled at the knowledge of being able
to do that to him.

She traced the line of hair where it continued from his chest down to
where it widened again, now no longer hidden by clothing.  Her
fingertips continued their path slowly tracing their way to the base of his
shaft where she began to take the swollen member in her hands. He
was very warm to the touch, bringing a smile to her lips and a spark of
hope in her heart that perhaps mortality wasn't so far away if parts of
him were this warm.  Yes, indeed, he seemed to be throbbing and very
much alive in her hands. She couldn't help but try to imagine what it
would feel like having this pulsing shaft plunging into her, filling her,
moving back and forth within her.  Her own body began to ache in
response as she held him.  Nick groaned as she began placing light
repetitive fingertip tracks up the length of him until she reached his
sensitive tip.   Was it her imagination, or was that a slight growling she
heard?   She stroked him, her warm soft hands running the length of
him, squeezing very lightly.  The growling noise increased and Nat
glanced up and saw Nick's eyes were closed but his expression was
mixture of pleasure and frustration.  His hands had grabbed the blanket
and were bunching it as he fought for control.

Nat leaned over and placed damp kisses against his left hipbone, letting
her hair fall and drape across his shaft as she moved, her hands now
moving to cup and squeeze his firm buttocks.  She stroked the back of
his thighs as she switched to his right hipbone, kissing it and working
inwards, her tongue tracing small circles against his skin, her hair
once again running across his aroused length.  The growling continued,
a slightly unnatural sound, but she was not afraid.  She loved the feel
and taste of him, loved giving to him like he had to her and showing him
how much she cared, how beautiful lovemaking could be in the mortal world.

She lifted her head up as she took his swollen length in her hands again.
Wrapping her hands about him, she began blowing warm breaths of air
against his sensitive tip. Nick was shaking now, the tension in his body
evidence of his barely controlled restraint, the timbre of his growling
vibrating in the cool night air.  Nat felt a gust of wind against her skin,
making her realize how hot and wanting her own flesh was, the insistent
throbbing between her legs reminding her how much of an effect this
personal treatment was having on her.  She began to lower her mouth
closer to his tip.

She never made contact.

Faster than she could blink, Nick sat up and rolled her over on her
back, his mouth grinding against hers, his tongue demanding and gaining
access to her mouth.  His weight pressing her into the ground, Nat
returned his kiss, her tongue diving into his mouth.  She nearly cried out
as her tongue brushed across the sharp edge of a fang and she opened
her eyes and saw a glimpse of gold beneath his nearly shut eyelids.  The
low growling continued as Nat struggled to catch her breath, her hands
sifting through his hair and pulling him deeper into their kiss.  In one
swift movement, Nat felt her legs being parted and the deep thrust of
him entering her, his thickness and length filling her completely.  A
perfect fit.  Her lower body adjusted to the feel of him within her, a
slight moan escaping her lips as she felt Nick kiss down her jaw and neck
to begin kissing her throat over and over.

"Nick?"  She cried out.  Pulling frantically at his hair, trying to lift his
head from her neck. He began to move within her, slowly withdrawing
and nearly distracting her.  "Nick?!"  She called again, she felt a slight
pressure against her neck, his growling ringing in her ears.

Finally, he paused, whipping his head back to look at her "What," he
snarled with barely controlled rage, "is it, Nat?   He looked at her, his
eyes deep gold, the candlelight around them flickering making him look
even more sinister.

(To be continued.... end Chapter Three)

Date: Wed, 29 Jan 1997 20:56:55 -0500
To: jadfe@jbx.com
From: Mel Moser <red@fkfanfic.com>
Subject: A Midsummer Knight's Dream (4/4)

(See Chapter 1 for comments, dedications, etc.  )

A Midsummer Knight's Dream (4/4)
by Mel Moser
January 1997

For the first time, Nick scared her.  This wasn't the Nick she knew and
trusted, his fangs bared, his expression one of hunger and anger. Nat
shivered for a moment, feeling his cold pressing against her.  No, no.
She wouldn't let him, no, let *it*, the vampire, win.  Swallowing hard
and filling her heart with all the feelings she had for him,  she touched
his
cheek, looked into his eyes and simply whispered,  "I love you, Nick."

Nick remained still and Nat watched the conflict within him, the
expressions crossing his face, the battle that raged within him as her
words took hold and seemed to affect him.  The flickering flames of the
candlelight rippled across his face.  Then slowly, she watch the gold of
his eyes gently slip away to be replaced by the darkest, most brilliant
blue she had ever seen.   He smiled down at her.  "I love you too,
Natalie Lambert."  He gave her the most sweetest, gentlest kiss she had
ever imagined.  And then he plunged back within her.

Nat murmured his name against his lips over and over again as they
moved together as one. She wrapped her legs around him, allowing him
to thrust deeper within her.  He continued to move, his heated member
rubbing within her own hot throbbing sheath.  Her entire body began to
tingle with sensations, an intense pleasure building in her lower body.
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and neck urging him on.

Nick kissed her over and over again, lost in the feelings that coursed
through his body. Her warmth and softness were beneath him and all
around him, moving with him and holding him against and inside her.
Her heat warmed his body and his heart.   He vaguely heard her saying
his name over and over again, their pace quickening as the pleasure
continued to grow and take them higher and higher.  He heard her
moaning lightly, each powerful thrust he made plunging deep within her,
her hips moving with him, matching the pace and together they climbed
closer toward that high peak of release. The tension and intensity
pounded between them.  Nick heard her heartbeat thudding in his ears.

But then the cry of the vampire within him began to overwhelm him.
Struggling to hold it in check, he felt her body begin to orgasm
beneath and around him.  His own body responded to hers and began
to peak along with her, a few swift thrusts within her was all it
took to push them both over the edge and he felt his entire body
quiver in exploding ecstasy as he collapsed on top of her.  Sensation
after sensation rippled through his body, enough to curl his toes and
make his heart beat rapidly several times in succession, both surprising
and delighting him.  He had never felt anything like this before.  So
sweet, so beautiful, so full of glorious love and fulfillment.  But
suddenly, the other hunger cried out again and before he could stop it, his
fangs descended and were slipping into the soft skin of her neck and his
mouth began suckling from the lifeblood that pulsed there.

Nat was lost in a sea of sensations beyond anything she had ever
imagined.  Her whole body seem to convulse all at once as the deep
pleasure rippled up from her lower body and made every inch and
nerve within her tingle.  She never felt so alive or so beautiful all at
once
like this.  She vaguely felt his full weight descend upon her and the slight
moment of pain as his fangs bit into her neck.  But the rest became a
blur as the continued orgasm wracked her body and a new feeling of
languish seeped over her as she felt him suckling at her neck, but she
couldn't move to stop him. She didn't want these amazing feelings to
come to an end.

And then, it wasn't about him or her any longer, it about *them*.  Flesh
becoming one, minds joining through the mental link they also now
shared through the bite and the blood. Nat opened her heart to him as
Nick did to her and they explored each other's hearts, lives, and souls.
Dreams, beliefs, feelings, the past and present all jumbled together
merged.  But within it all, she felt his love for her, the goodness that was
still within him, the knowledge of the potential cure that could save him.
She pulled him tight against her as tears of joy and hope began to
stream down her cheeks.

Nick was nearly lost in her.  Her body beneath him, her blood filling
him, her love replenishing his heart.  He felt a dampness against his
cheek.  It was her tears.  He heard her crying into his hair.  And
suddenly the vampire hunger no longer mattered.  Comforting her did.
Nick gradually brought the bite to end, withdrawing from her, kissing
the last droplets of blood from her skin.  Rolling to the side, he removed
his weight from her and pulled her into his arms to hold her tight against
him, her head tucked in at the curve of his neck.  He stroked her hair
and hugged her tight.

And slowly, the world returned to vibrant life around them.  The
darkness of the night, the bright moon and twinkling of the stars above
them, the gentle lapping of the waves against the rocks, the chirping of
the crickets.  Nick heard Nat's heart rate and breathing settle into a
more normal beat.   A slight breeze blew across them, the night air still
warm and humid.  The smell of summer was still in the air.

He thought she might have fallen asleep until he felt her stir and kiss his
cheek, her lips soft and warm against him. She snuggled up against him
again, crossing a soft leg over his, her hip against his, her arm draped
across his chest.  Nick marveled at how perfect they fit together.

"I love you too, Nat."  He whispered as he kissed her temple.  "I love
you too."

* * * * *

A loud chirping was ringing at the back of her mind and it took several
long minutes for it to register.  Her alarm was going off. Nat rolled over
and hit the snooze button.  Snuggling back under the covers, she smiled
as she remembered the beautiful dream she had been having.

Taking a deep breath, Nat stretched underneath the covers.  Suddenly
realizing she was naked, she paused.  She typically didn't sleep in the
nude.  Must have been exhausted, she thought to herself.  And she still
felt tired she noticed as she finished stretching and her body felt slightly
achy, but very relaxed and tingly.  Odd.  And her shoulder hurt, but not
for the life of her could she remember what she might have done to it.
She moved her hand to begin massaging her it and felt the slight bruise
that was there... and something else. She turned her head and strained
to look.  There were two small tooth marks there.

The world came to a blinding stop around her.  She moved her hand up
on her neck and find a similar bruise and healing fang marks there.  It
had been a dream, hadn't it?  Nick carrying her to the island for a
romantic picnic and much, much more.  She turned over and looked at
the empty spot in the bed beside her. The sheets of the bed were
crumpled.  Maybe she just tossed and turned a lot last night.  Yeah, that
was it.  The late afternoon sun peeked through a bit from behind the closed
curtains and the room was cool from the air-conditioning.  She took a
deep breath and sighed, lost in trying to separate fantasy from
reality.

The sound of the bathroom shower being turned on broke her train of
thought. Sitting up... she saw the scattering of clothing across the floor.
The sundress she had been wearing... bra... panties...  Nick's jeans.
Nat fell heavily back down against the pillows as reality hit her all at
once.  It hadn't been a dream.  And then she smiled and gave one more
stretch, her body now remembering much more of what had transpired
last night.

Lifting the covers out of the way, Nat crawled out of bed and headed
towards the bathroom, grinning with delight at the anticipation of joining
the occupant of her shower beneath the spray.

The bathroom was just starting to become warm and steamy as she
entered.   And then she saw him.   His body mostly a blur behind the
opaque shower door,  she watched the shimmer of his figure moving
behind it as he bathed.  It suddenly hit her that this was reality, not a
dream.  Nick was really here in her shower and last night had really
happened.  There were no more secrets, no more unanswered questions, no
more unfulfilled dreams.  Taking a deep breath, she slid open the door.
Warm wet droplets of water sprayed against her bare skin.

Nick must have heard her and looked up, the water continuing to
stream over his bare flesh.   His hair was wet and his skin soapy.  She
watched him as he ran his eyes up and down her naked body, his
glance long and slow, making her blush.  And then holding out his hand
to her, he smiled.  That beautiful boyish grin, his blue eyes twinkling with
amusement and so much warmth and love it made her heart somersault.
Smiling back, Nat placed her hand in his.  His strong smooth hand
grasped hers as he guided her in beside him beneath the warm spray.
His mouth descended upon hers, his tongue slipping inside and kissing
her thoroughly as he pressed her against the shower wall.    Nick's
hands began to stroke her as her own hands began to explore his chest.

And then she paused.  Against her hand she felt his heart beating at a
normal, healthy rate.  It took her a minute to slow Nick down from
continuing to kiss her.  "Nick?"  she mumbled against his lips.  She now
noticed how warm his skin was, beyond the warmth of the hot shower.
And his mouth was definitely much warmer than she remembered too.
"Nick?"  she said again.

Nick finally paused.  "Mmmmm. Yes?"  He looked at her in between
showering kisses all over her face, a sly knowing grin on his face.

"You're-"  His lips interrupted her by kissing her deeply on the lips.
Somehow, she didn't think she had his full attention.  His hands moved
down her body to cup her buttocks, pulling her hips against his and
leaving her little doubt about how he felt right now.

"Mortal?"  He murmured against her lips.  "Mmmm-mmmm."

The importance of this revelation became lost beneath the shower of
water and their passion as Nat felt her heart and body responding to
his.  A little voice nudged her, telling her that she should be checking
his blood pressure and heart rate, and running tests.  His hand cupped
her breast.  It could wait, she told herself and began kissing him back.

*finis*