HAPPY BIRTHDAY HEATHER-ANNE! This one was written just for you! With all the LC smut I've been making you read, I thought you might like a little Nick and Nat action!<g>

Hugs,
Kylie.


The Phone Call
A N&N packer ditty

By Knightraven
copyright 1999


It was a bright and sunny day... 
This only helped to re-enforce the scowl upon Nick's face as he sat on his couch, swigging from a bottle. The heat he could feel coming through the metallic blinds, keeping the deadly rays at bay, fuelling his despondency. 
The longer he sat there, the angrier and more frustrated he became. He took a long draught of the bloodwine in his hand.
Damn her, anyway. What right does she have to dictate his life! He was a grown man, had been for eight hundred years! He finished the bottle in his hand and rose abruptly to retrieve another from the fridge. He threw the empty in the sink with the other three he had polished off the moment he had walked in the loft door, and ripped the cork from the fresh one with his teeth, spitting it onto the bench, where it bounced and fell to the floor. 
Flopping back down on the couch, he stared at the human vintage in his hand. He pushed away the familiar guilt trying to force itself through his anger, and pressed the bloodwine to his lips. He closed his eyes and sighed as the cool elixir slid wondrously down his throat. Placing the bottle on the side table, he noticed is fangs had dropped. He'd overfed. He didn't care. And he was still angry with her, and as he was quite certain she was with him. He then groaned and covered his face with his hands as he recalled how they had managed to completely embarrass each other by having, what was possibly their worst fight ever...right in the main foyer of the 96th precinct. 

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They had arrived at work in good relations, Nick having brought Natalie in as her car was in the shop again. They had parted in the foyer to go their separate ways, when Natalie turned back to him and asked,
"Oh Nick!" He turned back to her and raised an eyebrow as she came closer.
"Are you going to the picnic on Saturday?" Nick's smile faded. He'd forgotten about the upcoming festivities.
"Nat, you know I can't," he said lowering his voice and moving closer.
"Of course you can. It goes until well after dark. You can come over then." Natalie watched as he glanced away, his jaw setting in the stubborn way it did when he really didn't want to do something. But she wasn't about to let him slip out of this yet again.
"So, I'll see you there, then?" she asked lightly.
"Um, I don't know, Nat. I told LaCroix I would see him on Saturday."
Oh, no, he doesn't! Natalie felt her temper rise. He was not going to use LaCroix as an excuse any longer. Nick had used that one once to often, and she was not going to let him weasel out of attending the precinct picnic. He had been with the Toronto Metro Police Department for four years now and had only attended one informal social event such as the annual picnic, and that had been three years ago.
"Tell him you'll come by a little later. The Picnic usually breaks up before midnight." She saw the determination in his eyes and the excuse forming on his lips and cut him off .
"Nat I..."
"Don't you even think about not going to this picnic, Nicholas Knight!" she growled firmly. Her voice low and forceful. He glared at her.
"Natalie, I do not want to go!" he told her plainly, his own tone matching hers.
"Well, it's about time you did! You work with these people. Good people who night after night put their lives on the line for you and anyone else out there! They hardly know a thing about you, or you them! The least you could do is turn up for a drink and a chat, for gods sake!"
"Don't you tell me how I risk the lives of the people I work with!" They were both whispering loudly and harshly and a few heads were beginning to turn in their direction.
"For crying out loud, Nick! You know what I mean!" she gave up using a civil volume, yelling loudly at him instead. Nick cringed and glared harder, his nostrils flaring angrily. He remained silent, least he say something he would later regret.
"If you don't come, I'll really believe you don't wish to be the person you say you want to be!" Nick knew she was being serious.
"Oh great, Nat. Thanks very much!" he spat sarcastically.
"Well, what else do you expect me to do?! I can only believe what I see! And don't keep feeding me that crap about LaCroix either! I know what you'll be doing Saturday night! You'll go to the Raven, see LaCroix, eventually you'll disagree about something, and you'll storm home, drink way too much and wallow in self pity for the rest of the night and probably well into the next day!"
Nick narrowed his eyes and spun away. 
"Don't you dare walk away from me, Nick!"
Nick waved an angry hand through the air in dismissal and continued on his way without so much as a glance behind.
Natalie stood glaring at his retreating back. She had never been so angry with him as she was right now. If she hadn't been in the middle of the station, she would have whacked him one. He was so arrogant sometimes, it drove her crazy.
The station suddenly came back to life as she glanced angrily around, then turned and almost ran straight into Schanke as he arrived for his shift.
"Whoa there! Where's the fire?!"
"Your partner's desk, with any luck!" she growled, brushing past him, and storming from the building. 
Schanke glanced around the room, arms wide.
"What?" Everyone just shook their heads and moved back to what they were doing. Schanke wandered into the bullpen and flopped down at his desk. He was greeted by a very nasty glare. "What'd I miss?" he asked his seething partner.
"Nothing," Nick growled.
"Ookaay." Yeah, he definitely missed something. He was going to have to grill Norma, the precinct gossip co-ordinator, at his earliest convenience.


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He had stomped around the precinct all night until Schanke finally sent him home, arguing that he was losing what was left of his hair watching him grumble and sulk all shift.
So here he was, sitting on his couch, having had far too much to drink, determined not to be the first one to apologize. And why should he? It was she who started it! But his fury soon faded into a guilty blob of disappear. She had been right of course, and that was the worst thing of all. Maybe, he didn't really want to become mortal. Maybe, he used LaCroix as an excuse too often--which was true of course. The fact was they had been getting along fairly well lately, even sharing the odd drink over pleasant conversation on occasion.
Sighing, he put down his latest bottle and looked toward the phone. He couldn't go and see her, but he could at least talk to her...assuming she didn't hang up on him.
Reaching behind the couch he stretched to grab the phone from it's cradle. Hesitating he finally auto-dialed Natalie's apartment.
He waited as the phone rang, almost hanging up at first, then forced himself to stay for two more rings. She picked up on the last one.
"What?" came the gruff and groggy reception.
"Ah...Nat?"
"Nick." He heard her sigh. "What is it? It's eleven o'clock." Nick glanced down at his watch. Oops.
"Sorry, Nat...it's just that...I...wanted to apologize for last night," he finally said.
"No...you don't have to...I suppose it was my fault. I had no right to demand that of you, Nick."
"Yes, you do Nat," he disagreed softly, "You're the only one who has supported me throughout my quest to become mortal. You've sacrificed a lot for me. I owe you at least the right to kick me in the pants every now and then." He smiled as she chuckled.
"Nick, Nick...What am I going to do with you?"
Whatever you wish, he thought, his heart fluttering as he began to enjoy the sound of her voice. She wasn't mad with him any longer. 

Natalie puffed up her pillows, and shuffled further up in her bed as she held the phone to her ear. How she wished he was lying here beside her. She sighed again and heard him chuckle. They had been avoiding each other lately. The sexual tension between them was almost overpowering. It had just been easier to stay away and to let things cool down for a while. At least that's how it usually worked, but lately, however, the effect was the exact opposite--last night's argument was proof of that.
She almost choked when he spoke again.
"Where are you?" he asked. She could hear him smirking.
"In bed," she answered lightly.
"Hmm."
"Where are you?" she asked him a smile playfully crossing her face.
"The couch," he replied.
"Hmm."
Nick slouched down, resting his head against the arm, stretching his legs out along the length of the couch. Would he dare ask the question burning to be released from his lips? There would be no going back if he did. But he loved her...what else could he do? 
He took a deep breath and asked,
"What are you wearing?" He smiled. There he'd said it! Now what would she do? Brush him off? Pretend he was joking and laugh--after all they were just good friends, right?
"Hmm. A low-cut burgundy, silk night-gown," she answered boldly.
Wrong.
"Is that all?"
"That's all." Natalie smiled as she listened to his words--erotic, seductive...not exactly how she expected this conversation to go. She wasn't about to complain mind. Something had changed about how Nick was handling their relationship since this evening. Whatever it was, she wasn't about to let him slip out of what he had just said like he usually did. Anyway, it was he who started it this time, not her--that in itself screamed volumes.
"Are you wearing your red shirt?" she asked him. He'd been wearing it that night. 
"Yes," he breathed.
"Take it off." 
She couldn't believe she'd just said that! 
Nick hesitated for a moment, he wasn't sure he had actually heard her correctly. Then he smiled. Natalie was obviously not the shy, meek type. But then he knew that already.
He slowly unbuttoned his shirt and sat up to slip the silk from his shoulders.
She could hear the rustling of his shirt and the leather of the couch as he shuffled to remove his clothing. She closed her eyes, smiling as she felt herself shiver and glow with desire, it's warmth radiating from her womb to the tips of her toes.
She heard him kick off his shoes and raised her free hand to caress her stomach.
"Are you under the covers?" he asked her, coming back to the phone.
"Yes."
"Throw them off." Natalie threw her covers away, the cooler air causing her already hardened nipples to tingle.
"Are you cold?" he asked gently. 
"No," she gasped.
"Good." 
Nick suddenly laughed.
"What?" Natalie chuckled when she heard him.
"I can't believe we're actually doing this!" he chortled nervously. She had been thinking the exact same thing, and soon found herself joining him. 
She suddenly asked him to unbutton his jeans.
"I wish it were you," he told her as he eased the buttons open, wary of his rapidly growing erection.
"It will be," she whispered seductively.
By the time he had released the last button with a sigh, he was harder than he had ever thought possible.
"Take off your night-gown," he told her, his voice thick and rough with his arousal. 
While she was complying, he pushed his briefs over his hips and eased them over his straining member. 
"Are you naked yet?" she asked him.
"Yes."
"I can't believe how wet I am just thinking of you lying there naked," She gasped, sliding a hand over a nipple and pinching it lightly.
"Are you touching yourself?" he whispered.
"Hmm."
"Where?"
"My breasts."
"God, I'm so hard Nat! " he gasped, "I want you so badly!"
"Touch yourself, stroke your cock...slowly." She heard him moan as he did as she commanded and dropped her hand to gently slip her fingers into her moistness, running them along her labia, then up over her clitoris.
"Oh, Nick!" Groaning, she closed her eyes, envisioning it was his touch.
"Tell me!"
"You're touching my clit."
"Speed up the rhythm...harder..." He was breathing heavily.
Natalie groaned as she touched herself as he instructed.
"Faster, Nick...I'm so close."
Nick pumped his hand faster, close to exploding himself. The moans and whimpers he could hear coming from Natalie, almost drove him over the edge, but he held out, waiting for her to reach her peak. 
Her pace was rapid, bucking her hips against her hand, thrusting fingers into her vagina as well as friging her clit. Nick was groaning in her ear, and she could hear his hand rapidly slapping against his groin.
"Nick!!" she cried out as she felt herself topple over the edge into her climax, practically screaming his name as she came.
Nick let himself go, reaching for the half-bottle of blood on the table beside him, to gulp several mouthfuls. He quickly dropped the bottle in favor of rapid strokes to his penis as he too came, shooting several wads of semen over his chest. "Oh god, Natalie!"

They were silent, but for the panting coming from them both.
"Wow," Natalie whispered, her eyes closed and her hand resting at her groin.
"Natalie..." was all Nick could manage. A few minutes later he whispered, "Come over."
His only reply was the phone hanging up suddenly. He smiled, hoping it was a sign she was on her way.

Natalie threw down the phone and made a grab at a pair of jeans and sweatshirt lying on the floor. Pulling on her sandals she was out the door, car keys her only baggage.

Nick leapt from the couch and went into the bathroom to clean himself up, then returned to straighten up the room. He had just finished by the time the lift kicked in. He hurried to wait beside the door. The moment it arrived he opened it, and she leapt into his arms, molded them together, lips passionately joining.
Nick guided them over to the couch, pausing only long enough to pull her sweatshirt over her head. Without any encouragement he took her naked breasts in each hand and quickly took one into his mouth. Natalie tipped her head back and moaned as he finally touched her just as she had always yearned for him to do.
Her attention returning to her lover, she pulled at the robe he was now wearing, exposing his body to her eager gaze.
Smiling at what she saw, she ran her hands along his shoulders and up through his hair. He moaned against her breast. Moving lower, he quickly unzipped her jeans with his teeth and pulled them down. She hadn't put on any underwear...and much to his delight, she was still wet from her earlier climax.
"You smell so good," he breathed, as he nuzzled her pubic hair. On his knees, he reached up and ran his hands down her breasts and hips and around to cup her buttocks, drawing her onto his waiting lips.
"Oh, Nick," she gasped as he probed her with his tongue. She clasped his head to her, running her fingers though his hair. 
Nick pulled away slightly, only to push her down onto the soft, black leather and spread her legs further. Without hesitation he dove in, licking, sucking and nibbling her flushed wet sex. Drawing her clitoris into his mouth, he sucked gently at first, then slowly applying more suction.
Natalie ground her hips against him as he gave her a pleasure she had only dreamed about receiving from a lover, and before she was even aware of the state she was in, she suddenly shuddered and moaned as she climaxed under his skilful lips and tongue.
Nick lapped up the sweetness she gave him as she came, lost in her intoxicating honey. 
Natalie felt him move up, tasting her as he went. His own firm body brushed against her, its cool soft texture rapidly beginning her journey to the peak of desire once again. He lingered at her breasts, then finally reached her mouth and kissed her lips deeply once again.
"You are so beautiful, Natalie," he whispered, gazing into her eyes, sparkling with passion.
She smiled and pulled him down, moving off the couch to let him lay down, then kissed him again.
"Your turn." She grinned.
She took his nipples into her mouth and listened to him moan as she sucked them gently until they were hard. Moving down his stomach, swirling her tongue into his navel and pulling gently at the hair below. She paused at his groin, and studied his penis for a moment. He was uncircumcised, and a little bigger than she had envisioned him to be. He was beautiful. His chest was nicely toned, his flat stomach flowed down to his narrow hips and muscular thighs. She ran her hands down them, feeling the tight muscles firmly beneath her hands. She trailed them up the insides of his thighs, then followed them with her tongue.
"Nat...please!" She had yet to touch him and his face was pinched with need.

End part 1

Part 2

Nick's erection twitched as she took his balls into her hands and rolled them lightly. She then bent down and took the head of his penis into her mouth.
Nick groaned loudly, throwing his head back and slamming shut his eyes. Nat saw his fangs drop, and knew his eyes would be blazing gold.
Swirling her tongue around him she slowly took more of him into her mouth, sucking gently, then harder the more she swallowed. 
"Nat..." Nick gasped, lifting his hips from the couch, thrusting into her mouth. She pumped him faster, sucking harder.
"Oh...God..." he gasped. He was close, very close. "Natalie!" he growled, pulling her from him. 
Nick pulled himself from her tortuous lips and roughly flipped her onto the couch beneath him, and lifting her legs to wrap around him, he easily thrust himself into her core. Groaning loudly, they held still for a moment, before Natalie thrust hard up against him. Taking her 'subtle' lead, Nick began to thrust himself within her. Their rhythm sped up quickly, and soon they were pumping rapidly and hard, both well beyond the point of no return as they drowned blissfully in their lust for each other.
"Nick!"
"Anhh!"
"Oh God...yesss! Annnnh!"
"Nat!" 
They climaxed together explosively. Natalie turned her head and without hesitation, Nick thrust his fangs into her neck.
It was incredible. They came again as Nick drew her blood, their pleasure soaring to new heights neither one had ever been to before.
Nick pulled away from her throat, and licked the wound closed.
"Oh Nick..." Natalie whispered. Nick slid to one side, and they both turned to hold each other close as they slowly descended from their ecstasy.
"Nick..."
He smiled and stroked the sweat dampened hair from her face, then drew her lips to his.
"I love you, Natalie." He said it so gently and with so much love, Natalie thought she was going to cry. 
"I love you, too," she told him with equal adore. A moment later she grinned.
"What?" He smirked back, having no idea why she was so amused.
"We actually did it," she said, the last hour of her life finally sinking in.
"And man oh man, did we do it!" Nick exclaimed in his best Schanke impersonation, and Natalie had to laugh into his chest.
"Schanke's going to go insane with glee when he sees us," she told him.
Nick groaned. "I'm never going to hear the end of it!"
"Well, we might as well tell them all by turning up to the picnic together," she said cautiously, caressing his chest.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"I suppose it would be easier..." Nick smiled and kissed her again. "It would be an honour to escort you to the picnic, Natalie Lambert," he said, then kissed her, and rolled them over, slipping inside her once again. 
This time their love-making was slow and gentle, once again exploding into each other's souls.

Nick pulled the caddie into a space across the road from the park. They could clearly hear the laughter of children, and the joyful chatter of the adults as they crossed the road wrapped comfortably about each other. 

Schanke saw them walking down the gentle hill toward the group of precinct employees sitting and laying about around a couple of large barbecues.
"Oh...my...god." He gaped as they drew nearer. "She actually made him come!" Every head that heard him turned to stare at the couple approaching.
As Nick and Natalie came up to where he and Myra were sitting, Schanke exclaimed.
"Hey, partner! What'd she do? Threaten to have the caddie wrecked if you didn't show yourself?" he grinned.
"Not quite." Nick grinned.
They took a seat on the ground beside Myra and Schanke, Natalie leaning comfortably into Nick's chest as they sat on a rug.
"Well, we're glad you're here all the same, partner!" Schanke leaned over to slap Nick on the shoulder.
"It's good to be here, Schank." Nick found himself smiling as his heart genuinely warmed.
"Hey! Have a beer!" Schanke handed Nick a can and he accepted it graciously, popping the top and taking a deep swallow. Natalie watched him, and gave his thigh a pat to reward his gallant effort.
"I'll have one of those too, thanks, Don," she quipped lightly.
"And one for the lady." The flamboyant detective passed her an identical can.

Schanke was watching the pair to the point of rudeness. There was something different about them... but It was hard to tell. They often touched each other like they were now, but tonight there was something...more relaxed...about it. They were a little closer. Natalie's hand was resting a little too high on his partners thigh and they were both smiling way too much.
Oh...My...God.
Natalie chuckled as she saw Schanke's eyes widen and his mouth drop open. She could almost hear the wheels turning.
"Something wrong Schank?" Nick asked, his amusement clear.
"I...You...you..." He waggled a finger between the pair.
"You what?" Nick could hardly resist reveling in his partners discomfort.
"You two..." Schanke blurted. Nick looked down at Natalie and smiled. 
"Maybe this will help you Schanke." Nick took Natalie in his arms and drew her wonderful lips to his passionately and unreserved.
Hooting and whistles echoed through the park as the fifty-odd people all turned to openly gape at the momentous occasion.
Schanke eventually recovered himself, and with a giant grin swatted Nick on the back.
"Well, it's about time, Nicky-boy!"
They laughed and chatted for hours. Nick forgetting all about LaCroix and the Raven, and when it was time to go home, he took Natalie back to her apartment, and made love to her for the rest of the night and well into the next day.


Finis.

End part 2