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Moving Forward
By Nightlady
(c) 1998

     "Well, I guess I'd better be going." Natalie said. 'Come on, Nick! We've spent the past half-hour petting on the couch, give me SOME indication that you want me to stay!' She thought as she moved to collect her coat and purse. She turned and looked at Nick.  She could see his desire for her in his eyes, yet he made no move to stop her. With a sigh, Nat slipped on her coat and left the loft.

     As she drove home, Nat played over the scene that had just occurred in her mind.  The early morning had been like so many others, a couple of videos, followed by a bit of necking and then, just when Nat was ready for more, A LOT MORE, they always seemed to stop. She felt tears of frustration spring up, burning, in her eyes. "What do I have to do to get through that man's thick skull?" Nat wondered aloud. She suddenly smiled as an idea came to her.

     Nick watched as Nat put on her coat and left. With her gone, the loft suddenly seemed to be colder and darker.  He closed his eyes, the memory of her scent, the feel of her in his arms, and the taste of her lips bringing a sad smile to his face. He wanted her so badly, all of her. He wanted to feel his bare flesh against hers, to taste the nectar of her breasts, to watch her writhe in ecstasy as he filled her. He wanted to feel her around his penis, to sheath his cool member in her moist warmth. Nick muttered. He ran a hand through his hair and headed to the fridge. Opening it, he paused before reaching for a bottle hidden behind the others. Removing it from the fridge, he looked at the label. Human blood, a 'gift' from LaCroix. Hesitating only a moment, Nick opened the bottle and took a long swallow. He closed his eyes as the taste of it burst upon his senses. A sight of relief escaped his lips, as he sensed that this blood had, true to what LaCroix had said, been willingly donated. There was no fear in the memories; it carried only the anticipation of payment for the donation. Nick swallowed some more. The donor had done this often, and to the best of Nick's ability to tell, had not been harmed.

     Carrying the bottle upstairs, Nick sat it beside the bed and began to shed his clothing. As he started to unbutton his shirt he suddenly stopped and smiled. 'How can she know that I want all of that, when every time we're together, I always dress like this? Maybe I need to find some clothes that will make what I want a bit more obvious.' As he considered the possible outfits in his mind, and what the hoped for results would be, Nick slowly finished the blood.

     Nat arrived at the loft ahead of Nick. She had been happy when Nick had called her and suggested that she drop by after their shifts. She was a little nervous, the small bag she carried with her seemed to grow in size each time she looked at it. For only a moment she hesitated. What if she had misread Nick's feelings toward her? "Oh well, Lambert.  Nothing ventured, nothing gained." She said to bolster her courage.  She slipped upstairs to Nick's bedroom. There, she swiftly slipped out of her work clothes and, after adjusting the temperature of the water, stepped in to the large stall shower. Nat thought of the contents of the bag, and taking the soap in her hand, began to wash. As she slid the soap along her body, she caressed her breasts, pretending that it was Nick's hands on them. Shutting her eyes, she worked the soap along the inside of her thighs, while her mind pictured Nick slowly working his hands and mouth there. Rinsing, Nat toweled dry, and opened the bag.

     She carefully lifted out the items that she had brought with her. A blush spread over her cheeks as she looked at them. Taking a deep
breath, she sat down on the bed and began to put on a pair of black,
lacy suspender style pantyhose. As she stood to adjust the waistband,
she felt a shiver of anticipation go down her spine as the room air
caressed her pubic hair and ass, both left exposed and available by the crotchless hose. Excitement at the thought of how Nick might respond caught her as she reached for the rest of her outfit. A soft, black leather, form fitting camisole slipped easily over her head. The front the top had a shelf style bra, that left her breast exposed, while lifting them to give her greater cleavage.  Nat undid the bun she'd worn her hair in for work and let it fall loose across her shoulders and down her back. Finally she looked at herself in the mirror. She smiled as she noted that the suspender style hose made her legs look longer and that her breasts seemed to be inviting someone to touch them. "Not bad, not bad at all. If this doesn't get the message across to him, I don't know what will!" Nat said as she headed for the stairs. On the way out of the bedroom, she grabbed one of the oversized sweatshirts she kept at Nick's. The loft was a bit chilly and she didn't want to be covered in gooseflesh when Nick saw her. 'And I want to survive this, so I have to be sure that Nick isn't in need of blood when he sees this.' She thought and giggled as she imagined the look on his face.

     Nick pulled the Caddy into the garage. He'd taken the time to stop at The Raven before heading to the loft.  If Nat responded the way he hoped she would, he knew that the only chance he had of not killing her was to be certain that he had satiated his beast's need for blood first.  He'd gotten six bottles of Janette's purest vintage, and had drunk two of them on the drive to the loft. Even though he felt guilty over drinking human blood, his desire for Nat outweighed those feelings. Miklos had assured him that the stock was from donated blood, deemed unfit for use in transfusion due to antibodies it contained.

     Nick took the lift to the loft, and opening the door, saw Nat, curled up on the couch, in one of her sweatshirts and with an afghan covering her legs.  As he entered she looked up at him and smiled.  Nick felt his groin tingle at the sight of her. He loved it when she let her hair hang loose and wild.  He sat the bag with the bottles on the counter and removing one crossed to her. Bending he kissed her cheek. "Sorry, I'm so late, but I had to stop for some supplies."  He could smell the fresh scent of her skin, and beneath that, the musky scent of her sex.

     "That's okay." Nat said, reaching up to stroke his face. "I just made myself at home."  Nat could feel her heart increase in speed as Nick's eyes met hers. "I grabbed a shower when I got here, I hope you don't mind."

     'Only, that I wasn't in it with you.' Nick thought. "Not at all." He had planned to wait a bit, watch a movie perhaps, but he could feel his need for her growing. "I'm going to run upstairs for a minute," he could hear the huskiness of desire in his voice and feel it in his groin, "I won't be long." Nick headed for the stairs, pausing only to grab another bottle to take with him.

     Nat watched as he disappeared up the stairs. She stood, slipped on the pump style spiked-heeled shoes she'd hidden under the table and folded up the afghan. Walking over to the stairs, she listened to Nick moving around in his bedroom. That he had taken two bottles of blood with him had not gone unnoticed by her. "Good, if he drinks both of those, he shouldn't be hungry." After several minutes she heard the door to the room open. This was it. Saying a quick, silent prayer that she was doing the right thing, she pulled off the sweatshirt and dropping it over the back of the couch, moved to stand near the fireplace.  The cool air of the room caused her nipples to harden and become erect.  As she looked toward the stairs, she felt her breath catch in her throat.

     Nick closed the door to the bedroom, and yanked the cork from one of the bottles. In seconds he had drained the bottle. The feel of Nat's skin lingered in his mind. He stripped off clothing, and padded, nude, over to a chest on one side of the room. Opening it, Nick removed a poet style shirt and a matching pair of pants made of thin, soft leather which had been dyed a deep blood red. Nick pulled on the pants, using the draw sting in the waist to secure them. He then put on the shirt, which closed in the front by means of three thongs of leather. Picking up the other bottle of blood, Nick opened it but only took a swallow before setting it on the table near the bed. Barefoot, he walked back to the bedroom door. As he started down the stairs, he glanced at the couch and realized that Nat was no longer on it.  "Nat?" He called softly even as he heard her heartbeat from the area of the fireplace.

     "I'm...I'm right here." Nat stammered. The sight of Nick in the snug leather pants had made her mouth go dry. As he continued down the
stairs, she gasped as she saw his finely muscled chest showing through
the opening of the shirt. She forced herself to look at his face, just
as he caught sight of her. Nick stopped in his tracks, his eyes widening as he looked in her direction. Nat felt herself begin to blush from head to toe under his close scrutiny. "I...Um...Do you like it?" She finally managed to say, as she indicated her outfit. Even as she asked the question, she noticed a sudden, new bulge appear in Nick's pants.

     Nick felt his penis harden as he gazed at Nat. He had always considered her to be beautiful, but not even his most vivid dreams had prepared him for the vision of loveliness that stood before him.  The creamy whiteness of her breasts, with their darker nipples, stood out against the black of the laced up top that she wore. The curls of her pubic hair glinted in the play of the light from the fire behind her. As he raised his eyes again to her face, he met her eyes. Holding her gaze, he crossed to where she stood. Raising his hand to her face, he gently traced his fingers along her jaw line and then back into her hair. "I love what you're wearing," he said in a low voice that trembled with desire, "and I love you." Leaning forward he placed a soft kiss on her lips that quickly deepened as he felt her lips part beneath his. Taking her in his arms, he allowed his questing tongue to stroke hers, and dropping one hand, began to caress and cup her naked butt.

     Nat felt her nerve endings explode as Nick's cool hand stroked the cheeks of her butt. She slid her own hands beneath the loose shirt that he wore, loving the feel of his muscles and the coolness of his chest against her breasts as she pressed against him. Just above her crotch, she could feel the hard bulge of his erection as it strained against the thin leather of his pants. Wanting more, she began to suck on his tongue, and rub against his groin. Nick made a small growl of pleasure, and slid his hand farther down her cheek, onto the softness of her thigh.

     Just when Nat began to feel light head from not breathing, Nick pulled his lips from hers.  He smiled as she made a small sound of protest, and taking his hand from her hair, lifted her left breast. Placing small kisses on the top of it, he finally reached the nipple. With his tongue he lapped at it, causing Nat to sigh and grip his shoulders. At last he took it into his mouth and began to suck on it. The taste of her skin was ambrosia and he could feel his own need increasing. After paying loving attention to both of her breasts, he reached up and undid the leather ties that held the rest of her top together and let it drop to the floor. Slowly he began kissing and licking his way down her smooth stomach, moving ever closer to the delicious scent of her womanhood.

     Nat felt her legs begin to shake as the sensations caused by Nick flowed through her body. She leaned back against the wall for support. When Nick stood and lifted her in his arms, she made no protest. He carried her up the stairs and laid her on the satin sheets of his bed. There he slipped the waistband of her pantyhose down over her hips. His lips followed the descent of the hose, as he kissed each new inch of skin that what exposed. He slid her shoes from her feet and pulled the pantyhose over each foot, kissing her toes as he did so.  When he had finished, he lay down next to Nat and slowly ran his hand along her now naked body.  He loved the small sounds of pleasure that she made as he explored her body.

     Nat reached over and undid the ties that held Nick's shirt closed. When she finished she slid her hands along his chest, stroking his firm muscles and rubbing her thumb across his nipples. Nick's breath grew faster and the growing bulge of his penis pressed almost painfully against the leather of his pants.  Nat's hands dipped farther down, finding the drawstring and undoing it.  Nick raised his hips allowing her to push them down, releasing his engorged manhood.
Nat looked at Nick's penis, as it rose thick and erect from the blond
curls of his pubic hair. 'I knew I should have unzipped that body bag a little farther that first night!' She thought. Tentatively she reached out and took him in her hand. As her warm fingers closed around him, Nick moaned with the pleasure it gave him.  Smiling, Nat began to stroke him while cupping his balls with her other hand.

     Nick closed his eyes and let himself enjoy the feel of Nat's caress. He could feel every nerve in his body reacting to her touch and when she licked the tip, easing back his foreskin, he gasped at the sensation.  Nat wet her lips and slowly slid her mouth down over his shaft, licking with her tongue while at the same time sucking on him. She felt his body twitch in response and he seemed to grow even more in her mouth.

     Nick rode the waves of ecstasy that Nat's actions produced until at last, knowing that he would not find his release without blood, he
pulled her up and reclaimed her mouth with his own. "My turn." He
whispered hoarsely, as his hand sought and found the wet, warmth of her vagina and the sensitive bud of her clit. As he caressed her, he felt her juices flowing on his fingers and could no longer deny himself the taste of her. Massaging her breasts with one hand, he slid down until he was between her legs. Parting her lips he plunged his tongue deep in her. The taste of her ran through his system like an electric charge; he felt his fangs drop and his eyes change to gold. He knew that Nat was aware of the change and paused to allow her to decide if they should continue. He let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding when he heard her panted, "Please, Nick don't stop! I love you and I'm not afraid." He returned his mouth to her mound, this time sucking and licking her clit while gently moving his fingers inside of her. When she had almost reached orgasm, he stopped.

     Nat thought that she was going to explode from the sensations that Nick's tongue was causing.  Just as she was nearing her climax he
stopped, causing her to moan in frustration. "Nick! Please!" She cried.  She felt his body as he covered her and tasted her own juices on his lips. The cool firmness of his shaft pressed against her and she reached down, guiding him into her. As he penetrated her, she gasped with delight. He filled her completely and she could feel herself once again rising toward climax.

     Nick began to move slowly in Nat, exhilarating in the feel of her
surrounding his manhood. At last, after so much longing he could no
longer contain himself. The pace of his thrusts increased and he
thrilled as they were met by Nat. Just as he heard her scream out his
name and felt her muscles contract around him, he sank his fangs into
the tender skin of her throat. As the honey taste of her blood burst
into his mouth, he felt his own climax as he ejaculated in spurt after
spurt of semen. He tasted her orgasm and, above all, her trust in and
love for him. To his relief, he was able to stop drinking, before he
harmed her.

     Nat thought that she could experience no greater pleasure than the orgasm that shook her, when Nick's fangs caused it to increase in
intensity. She cried out his name, and all but collapsed, as her body
suddenly seemed boneless. The images that she received as Nick found his own release and the sense of love for her that permeated them brought tears of happiness to her eyes.  When he removed his fangs from her she gave a soft moan of loss.

     Nick gathered her into his arms. "I love you. I will never stop loving you." He whispered into her hair. He sighed with contentment as he felt Nat snuggle against him.

     "No matter what we have to do, even if it means eventually bringing me across, I want to be with you forever." Nat said, as she gazed lovingly into his eyes. Nick held her gaze for a moment, then nodded his agreement and kissed her softly. Content that their future together was assured, Nat slept.

  The End