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Nick & Nat Get Room Service
by S. "I'm Typing With My Eyes Closed" Clark

Natalie sidled up to Nick.  "You're here kind of late, cowboy."

They'd been called in for a death at a posh downtown hotel.  Most likely due to natural
causes but the hotel didn't want to take any chances with one of its most prominent
former guests.

Nick knew sunrise was long past.  "I got a room for the day."

"No way to get to the caddie?"

"No underground garage.  Anything else would be a bit risky, I think."  He smiled.
"Besides, it seems like a nice enough place."

Nat glanced around, realizing what rooms here probably cost.  "I'm sure."

"Could you do me one favor, Nat?"

"Maybe," she said.

He handed her a cardkey.  "Stop by the loft.  Pick up some dinner?  I'm in Suite 1228."

She raised an eyebrow.  "A suite, hmm?"

"I like my space."  He smiled.  "Do you mind?"

"Oh no.  I think I can handle this."

He kissed her on the cheek.  "Thanks, Nat.  I'll owe you one."  He walked back to the
investigative team.

'That's ok Mister Knight,' she thought as she walked away.  'I have an idea on how to
collect.'

Nat returned in close to two hours.  She let herself in, taking in the casual elegance of the
suite.  For the undead, Nick certainly knew how to live.

She returned to the door and made sure the 'do not disturb' sign was in place.  After all,
an audience wouldn't fit in with her plans.

She entered the bedroom.  Empty.  'Wrong bedroom?' she hoped.

Nat carefully opened the other door.  There he was, tucked into the king sized bed.  Nick,
slumbering.  He was lying on his back with his arms crossed over his bare chest.  Things
were looking up.

She placed the contents of her cooler into the room's mini fridge.  Then she slipped off her
coat.

Nat smoothed down the red silk camisole.  It had taken all of her courage to dress like this
and then drive over.  But, she hoped, it would be worth the effort.

She slid onto the bed, next to Nick.  "Nick," she whispered.

No response.

She kissed his cheek.  "Nick?" she whispered a little louder.

Again, no response.

She lifted his hand off his chest and let go.  It dropped.  No visible
signs of him waking.

Nat sighed and climbed under the covers.  Within minutes she, too, was
asleep.

Nick was momentarily disoriented when he woke.  Between being in strange surroundings
and finding a woman in his bed, it took him a moment to remember where he was.

But he remembered who she was.  He smiled, noting Natalie snuggled up against him.

But, he didn't remember her here when he'd gone to sleep.  And he'd certainly have
remembered if she'd been dressed in a red silk camisole with matching panties while they'd
been inspecting the body earlier in the morning.

He traced his hand up her back.  It cause her to lean further into him, if that were possible.
He lifted his hand when he got to the neckline and started it on another trip up.

"Stop it," she mumbled.

"Stop what?" he whispered.

"You're tickling me."

"You can try tickling me back but I'm not ticklish."

She lightly slapped his chest.  "Don't tease me."

"Me tease?  You're the one who climbed into my bed.  Are you sure you want to waste
the day sleeping."

Natalie slowly opened her eyes.  She looked up at him and smiled.  "I'm sorry.  I forgot
where I was."  She kissed his chest.  "You're comfy."

"And you're playing in dangerous territory, Doctor Lambert."

"I trust you," she said, rubbing his cheek with her hand.

"Nat, please.  I'm serious."

"Nick, there's some things we just need to try.  Not everything can be
measured and plotted in advance." She traced his lips with her fingertips.

"So this is just another experiment," he asked.  He kissed the palm of her hand.  "Just a
little cold, impartial research?"

"No, Nick.  It was supposed to be a romantic moment.  It's just not turning out that way."
She rolled on her side, her back to him.

He snuggled up behind her.  "I'm sorry."  He kissed the back of her neck.  "You do know
how vulnerable a position you've placed yourself in, don't you?"

"I don't care.  I might die from embarrassment, anyway."

"Nat?"

"C'mon, Nick.  Here I practically throw myself at you.  All I get are
excuses.  I'm going back to sleep."

"Nat?"  He put and arm around her waist, pulling her snug against his body.  "Can you
truly say now that I'm not interested?"

She could feel his erection through the thin silk.  "That could be just a reflex."

Nick ran his hand up her stomach, sending cold tingles through her skin.  He traced the
nipple of one breast, bringing it to a hard nub.  Then he let his hand travel to the breast,
giving it equal attention.  "Are you sure it's only a reflex?"  His voice was low.  She could
feel his lips moving against her cheek.

"I could have been wrong," she said.  "The data is inconclusive."

Nick slipped back, rolling Natalie onto her back.  He kissed her forehead.  "Maybe you
just need some more sampling."  He planted gentle kisses on one eyelid, then another.
"After all, more datapoints will help, won't they?"

Nat smiled, thinking the man was working his way to her mouth in a painfully slow pace.
"Of course."

He kissed a cheek, then whispered in her ear.  "Good."

Before he had a chance to kiss her other cheek she placed her hands on either side of his
face and brought his mouth to hers.  He got the hint, opening his mouth to her searching
tongue, letting her kiss him deeply.

He pulled away.  "Now is this proper scientific method, Doctor?"

She raised her head and joined him in another kiss.  "You talk too much," she said.  "Can't
you find a better use for your mouth?"

Nick smiled, and placed his lips back over hers.  He enjoyed the chance for a deep, luscious
kiss.  He savored her taste as his tongue explored her mouth.

"Better?" he asked, running his hand down to her side.

She nodded.  "Much."

Nick slid a hand under her back and rolled over, placing her on top of him, straddling his
thighs.  He ran his hands under her camisole and lifted it over her head.

Natalie moved to cross her arms over her chest, to cover herself.  Nick grabbed her hands
and tenderly held onto them.  "Please don't," he said.  "I've waited so long to be able to see
how beautiful you are."

She blushed, which he found even more endearing.

He released her hands and pulled her back down to him.  Again their mouths met.

Nat straightened out her legs and moved slightly so she was again lying next to him.  She ran
one hand over his chest, to the waistband of his silk boxers.  "You next."

"But I'm shy," he protested.

Nat kissed the tip of his nose.  "Sure you are."

"Actually, I hate to put in an intermission here, but you did get a chance to stop by the loft?"

"As you asked."  She pointed across the room.  "In the mini fridge.  But I must say it's a fairly
unromantic question."

"Believe me, you'll be glad."  He kissed her cheek.  "Or else you'll have a fairly unromantic
performance."

"So you need..." she pointed toward the fridge, "to perform?"

He moved her hand where she could feel his arousal.  "Only the finale."

"Well, we do want this to be fun for all."  She lightly stroked the length of him.  "Why don't
you go retrieve what you need.  I'll be here when you return."

He grabbed her hand from its ministration and kissed the back of it.  "As milady commands."
 

Nick hopped out of the bed and walked gingerly to the fridge.  He pulled out one bottle and,
keeping his back to Nat, downed it quickly.  He was glad to see she'd brought much more
than he was typically allowed on his 'diet.'  He had a feeling he'd need it.

"Nick?" she called from back at the bed.

"In a moment," he responded, finishing half of a second bottle.

He corked up that bottle and pulled another from the fridge.  Just then something hit him in
the back of the head.  He grabbed the item and found it was Nat's red silk panties.

Nick pulled the fridge back open and grabbed a third bottle.  "I get the hint."

He came back to the bed and placed the bottles on the floor.

Nick tried to pull back the covers, but Natalie held them close.

"Not until you remove thy undergarments, sir," she said.

Nick pouted.  And, while Natalie had to admit it was a cute pout, she'd seen it before.  She'd
rather glimpse some unexplored territory.

Nick turned his back to her and started to shimmy the boxers down his hips.

"Now Mr. Knight, is that fair?"

"Fair?"  He craned his neck to look at her over his shoulder.  "I believe you removed the
remainder of your clothing while secluded under the covers."

Natalie waved a hand at him.  "Fine," she said.  "Have it your way."  She didn't have the heart
to tell him she had a clear view of the proceedings in the mirror.  She had to be glad for this
one benefit of their work together.

Nick let the boxers drop to his ankles.  He stepped out of them and turned back to the bed.
"Do I meet with your approval?" he asked.

Natalie felt her heart go thud.  Twice.

She nodded.  "Uh huh."  Nat threw back the covers.  "What are you waiting for?"

"Just making sure you get the full view.  After all, we don't want any
unsatisfied customers."

"I'm feeling rather understatisifed at this point," she said.  "I'm sure you can remedy that
situation."

Nick climbed onto the bed.  "I know an old home remedy.  It's called, 'Nicky kiss it and
make it all better.'"

He started again by kissing her solidly on the mouth.  If she had any complaints about his
recent meal, she certainly didn't show them with her actions.

This time he let his lips pay attention to her breasts.  First one nipple, then the other.  He
sucked them lightly, again, raising them to rosy nubs.  Natalie moaned her vote of
satisfaction.

Nick moved a hand to the inside of one of her thighs.  He ran it up her leg, to the point
where his thumb brushed lightly against her mound of pubic hair, but then pulled it back
again.

While he teased her with his hand his lips tasted more of her body, working his way
down.

She placed her hands on his head, guiding him towards the spot she hoped he'd attend to
soon.  But Nick was following his own agenda.  One that seemed to her was quite a bit
slower than need be.

He nipped lightly on her stomach, then kissed the spot.  "Patience," he said.  "We have
all day."

His hand teased another torturous path towards her sex, only to pull away yet again.  "All
night if we call in sick."

"Nick," she said, voice raspy with need.  "Please."

Nick moved to between her legs.  He gently separate her labia with her fingers.  He plunged
into her moist warmth with his cool tongue,  sending amazing sensations rolling through her
body.  He homed in on her clitoris, giving it the attention he felt it deserved.

Natalie called out his name.  The passion in her voice invigorated his actions.

He focused on meeting her needs, reacting to her movements.  By keeping himself attuned to
her wants and desires, it allowed him to hold the beast at bay.

Natalie felt herself nearing a peak.  She savored the feelings as he pleasured her beyond what
she'd ever imagined.  And, as she felt she could stand it no more, she found herself awash in
waves of sensations.

Nick returned to the top of the bed.  "How's that for the first act?" he asked.

"Encore," she said.

She ran a hand through the light thatch of hair on his chest.  He smiled as she ran a thumb
over one of his nipples.

"No intermission?"

"Not this show," she said.  "Maybe the next."

He bent to kiss her again.  He wondered at the madness that had possessed them to take
things this far, and delighted in the fact that she had such trust in him.

She slowly moved her hands down his sides and began stroking his buttocks.

He followed her gentle urging and positioned himself over her.  "You are the eager one
today,  aren't you?"

She nuzzled at his neck, delighting in the sounds of his moans.  "One of us had to be," she
said.  "I needed a change from how things were."

He lifted his head and looked at her with wonder, his eyes still blue and soft with emotion.
"So did I," he admitted.

She gently grasped his arousal, and helped to guide him into her moist core.

He thrust himself into her, the beast beginning to edge into his emotions.  He closed his eyes,
not wanting her to see the horror of what he was.

Natalie stroked his face.  "Stay with me, Nick.  I trust you."

He nodded, forcing a smile but keeping his mouth closed tightly.  She could see the outline
of his descended fangs against his lips.

He pulled back and thrust into her again.  This time she bucked up to meet him.  This show
of desire for him, even in his current state, made his passion for her rise.  But it was his
passion for her as a human, as a lover, that he was feeling.

He opened his eyes.  If she felt any revulsion, she didn't let it show.  He marveled at her
acceptance of his beast.

As he continued to move she moved with him.  Again, focusing on pleasing her helped.  Even
though the outward signs of the vampire were apparent it was his love as a man that had
control.

When her movement became more intense, her cries more urgent, he reached next to the bed
and grabbed for a bottle.  Removing the cork with his teeth he downed the contents with
practiced efficiency.

The blood allowed him release.  He let the bottle drop to the floor.

With his hand giving a small amount of attention to her clitoris, she was able to again find her
release.

Nick rolled onto his back, gathering Natalie to his chest.

She moved back up to this mouth and placed a light kiss on his lips.  "That was extraordinary,"
she said, rubbing her nose against his.

He held her tight, clenching his eyes shut.  This time it was to keep the tears in.

"Shhh," she said, her voice calm and soothing.  She snuggled back against his chest.  "Relax.
We're fine."

"I'm just happy," he admitted.  "For the first time in as long as I can remember."

He felt the dampness as her tears began to fall lightly upon his chest.  "Me too."

She propped herself up on an elbow to see his face, and wiped a streak of red from his face.
"I love you, Nick Knight."

He kissed her.  "And I you, Natalie Lambert."

He stroked her hair.  "Now get some rest.  We'll need our strength if we're going to call in
sick for work."

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<to be continued...>
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