Red Velvet, Black Lace and Dead Caddies

Of This little piece was done as a birthday present for Knightowl and she graciously said I could share it with the list.
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Of Red Velvet, Black Lace and Dead Caddies (1/2)
(A Birthday story for KnightOwl)
by Nightlady ( Title courtesy of SClark)
(c) 1998

Nat sat silently next to Nick in the front seat of the Caddy. Her eyes were closed and she desperately wished that she could erase and relive the last three days. She fought back tears; it had all seemed like such a wonderful idea.
When both she and Nick had been sent to a conference on forensic pathology as a tool in crime solving, Nat had hoped that being away from the pressures of the precinct, not to mention LaCroix, might enable them to attempt a closer relationship. And Nat admitted it HAD started out nicely.
She and Nick had driven to the conference. Nat smiled as she remembered how pleasant that part of the trip had been. A frown replaced the smile as she recalled the rest of the trip.
The hotel had somehow mislaid their reservations, instead of a two-bedroom suite they'd ended up with single rooms, three floors apart. The rooms were small, poorly furnished and the drapes were so thin that Nick had been forced to take refuge in the bathtub of his room to avoid the sunlight when
he'd had to be his during the day.
The conference itself had proved to be boring in the extreme, so much so that she had finally suggested to Nick that they might as well go home. The speed with which he'd agreed to that suggestion made her wonder if he was tired of her company.
All in all, it had hardly been the possibly romantic getaway that Nat had hoped it would be.
Nick drove in silence, aware that Nat was feigning sleep as she sat next to him. He'd had such wonderful hopes for this week. He hoped to have a chance to try and let Nat know just how important she was to him. Nick snorted; important didn't cover it. Nat was the single most important person in his life. He had finally admitted to himself that he loved her and had planned to try and let her know of his feelings for her.
Nothing had gone the way he'd hoped. Instead of sharing a suite with Nat, leaving open the delicious possibility that he might be able to share her bed, too. Instead, he'd found himself in a rather seedy room three floors away from her. Nat's request that they return to Toronto had plunged his spirits into deeper despair. He wondered if she was really a bored by the conference as she claimed or if she were simply bored with being with him.
His thoughts were interrupted by a small sound from the engine compartment of the Caddy. Nick glanced at the dashboard just in time to see a red warning light come on. He cursed softly under his breath at this latest mishap.
Nat heard Nick's muttered curse and opened her eyes. "What's wrong?" she asked.
"I'm not sure, but we're going to have to find somewhere to spend the rest of the night and tomorrow." Nick said. "The check engine light just came on." He nodded toward the dashboard.
Nat looked around. "There's a sign over there for some sort of hotel." She said, pointing to the right. "Do you want to try and get rooms there?"
"Might as well. I don't know how far we might have to go before we'd find anywhere else to stay and I don't know how much farther the car is going to last." Nick said, turning onto the road leading to the hotel. As they approached the building, Nick felt his spirits sink even more. From the outside, the building appeared to be a hodgepodge of additions. The roofline varying from flat to peaked, giving it an air of disrepair. Beside him he heard Nat moan softly as she, too, gazed at the building.
"Maybe we can find another place to stay," Nick said. As if in answer the Caddy's engine backfired, then died. Nick closed his eyes and then turned to look at Nat.
Nat looked at the building in front of her. The total lack of symmetry and overall appearance of it seemed to emphasis the way the entire trip had gone. When the Caddy's engine quit, she could feel tears starting to slip from her eyes. She started to turn so Nick wouldn't see her crying, but was
stopped by his arms gently embracing her.
Nick saw the tears in Nat's eyes and instinctively gathered her into his arms. He hated to see her upset and he blamed himself for her current unhappiness. He felt better when she leaned into his embrace and he kissed the top of her head. "Nat?" he questioned softly.
Nat lifted her face to his. "I'm sorry, Nick. It's just...I guess I had some unrealistic expectations for this week." She confessed. "I was excited that we were going to have time away from everyone else." She sniffed. "I guess I was just being foolish."
Nick cupped her chin in his hand. "If you were, then so was I." He kissed her lips and looked lovingly into her eyes.
Nat looked into Nick's blue eyes and felt the knot in her stomach begin to ease. "Well, we're here, together, now." She said in a whisper.
Nick looked at the building. "Maybe it'll be better on the inside." He said in a hopeful voice.
Nat smiled. "I don't think it could possibly be worse that that hotel we were at for the conference."
Nick slid an arm around her waist. "We'll never find out standing here." He said, leading her toward the hotel office.
Nat felt her spirits rise as the entered the building. The public areas were nicely decorated and spotlessly clean. The man behind the desk smiled as they approached.
"We'd like to get a couple of rooms for tonight and possibly tomorrow night." Nick said. "We've had car trouble and how long we stay will depend on soon I can get it repaired."
The man sighed. "I'm sorry, but I only have one room available. It is a very nice room, one of our most popular."
Nick glanced at Nat, unsure if she would object to sharing a room. When she nodded her agreement he filled out the papers. The desk clerk even made arrangements to have the car repaired and soon they were on their way to what Nick thought the man called the "Belle Watling" room. The name was
somehow familiar to him, but his mind was full of the realization that he and Nat would be sharing a hotel room. Even though Nat had often spent the night at the loft, and had on occasion fallen asleep in his arms, the idea of being alone with her in a hotel was different. Nick could feel his groin
tighten as he allowed his mind to consider this .
Nat could feel her excitement growing. She'd packed a special nightgown, just in case she'd managed to finally get Nick to make love to her. Now she wondered if she had the nerve to wear it.
Nick unlocked the door and stepped back to allow Nat to enter, closing and locking the door when he followed. He heard her sudden intake of breath as she walked into the room and prepared himself for the worse. He turned around and his mouth fell open.
Nat stood and looked in awe at the room before her. It was beyond a doubt the most decadent thing she had ever seen. Everything about the room seemed to scream sex. The walls were covered with flocked velvet wallpaper in a deep red color. There was gold gilt trim on the moldings. The bed dominated the room. It was covered in a thick satin comforter, also in red and had at least two dozen large pillows on it. Across from the bed there was a sunken pit like area, with a fireplace, filled with pillows and what appeared to be carpeting that was at least ankle deep. A stand with an ice bucket and a chilled bottle of champagne stood in one section of it and Nat could see two fine crystal champagne glasses on a tray that also contained a variety of cheeses and chocolates near by the stand. The whole room looked like the main room of a very high-class whorehouse. She turned to look at Nick and the look of total shock on his face sent her into a fit of giggling. When he glanced at her, she realized that he didn't know quite what to make of the room or her reaction to it. "Nick, have you ever seen anything so totally hedonistic in your life?" she asked. "Sure beats that other hotel."
Nick smiled back at Nat. "It does have that quality to it," he admitted. His grin broadened as he made the connection with the name of the room, the prostitute with the heart of gold from Gone With the Wind. He shook his head, "I don't think I've ever seen a room with quite this much red and
gold in it."
Nat slipped out of her coat. She retrieved her bag from where Nick had set it. Opening the bag she paused then took out her toiletries and some nightclothes. She could almost feel herself starting to blush as she considered just which nightclothes she was planning on wearing.
"I think I'm going to grab a quick shower," she said, pleased that her voice seemed to sound controlled.
Nick gave her a puzzled glance; he could hear the sudden increase in her heartbeat. "Sure, I'll change while you're in the bath." He watched as she quickly went into the adjoining bath.
Nat stood under the steaming shower and tried to relax. She couldn't help but wonder how Nick would react to the nightgown she had. Drying off, she slid the gown over her head. It fell to her ankles in a cascade of shear black lace. The bodice was fitted and outlined her full breasts, while thin
spaghetti straps bared her shoulders and crisscrossed her back. The back of the gown plunged to her waist. In the front, the gown had two slits, one on each side that began at the waist. The effect was a 'floating panel in the front. Every curve of her body, as well as the darker skin of her nipples and the curly triangle of her pubic hair was visible through the fabric. With trembling hands, Nat slipped on the deep red robe and belted it in place. 'Maybe I can wait till the lights are off and slip in bed like this.' She thought, a wave of nervousness overtaking her. Squaring her shoulders, she opened the bathroom door and reentered the main room.
Nick turned as Nat came out of the bath area. His eyes drank in the sight of her as he noted how the robe she had on seemed to caress her every curve. He could feel his groin tighten as a wave of desire washed over him. He smiled at her, unwilling to trust his voice. When she reached up to undo the bun she'd worn her hair in that day, he finally spoke. "Nat? Would you let me brush your hair?" He loved her thick chestnut mane and had longed to feel it wrapped around his fingers.
Nat had been staring wide-eyed at the change in the appearance of the room. While she'd been showering, Nick had turned off all of the lights except for wall sconces that had bulbs that gave the feeling of candlelight. He'd also lit the fire. Without the harshness of the overhead lights, the room
seemed far less garish and had an erotic appeal to it. She'd also noted that Nick had changed into a pair of black silk pajamas, the legs of which were clearly visibly below the short black robe he had on. Nick's question had taken her by surprise, but the idea of Nick brushing her hair definitely appealed to her. "Are you sure you want to?" she inquired.
"Very sure." Nick said softly. Taking her hand he led her to the piles of cushions in the sunken area of the room. They sank into the cushions, with Nick carefully arranging them so that Nat was comfortable. He opened the champagne and poured Nat a glass. That done, he sat down behind her and removed the pins that held her hair in the bun, running his fingers through it to be sure he'd gotten all of them. Taking the brush Nat had carried over with her, he began to slowly run it through her hair. He could feel Nat relaxing as the soothing rhythm of the brush strokes calmed her nerves. He loved the way her hair seemed to wrap itself around his hands. He inhaled the scent of it, and that scent that was uniquely Nat. As he brushed his desire for her grew and, at last, he lifted her hair and placed a soft kiss on the nape of her neck.
end part 1
(2/2)

Nat closed her eyes as Nick's nearness and the unexpected luxury of having her hair brushed by him eased the tension of the past few days. She could sense the nearness of his body and she ached to have his touch on her, to feel his lips on her skin. She was very glad that she'd chosen an extremely
sexy nightgown to wear. Even if she didn't get the courage to let him see it on her, just knowing that she was wearing it made her feel desirable. When she suddenly felt his lips on her neck, she moaned slightly. A shiver of pure delight ran down her spine. Without thought, she turned toward Nick.
Nick saw to look of desire on Nat's face and his lips seem to find hers without any conscious thought from him. As he at last felt the soft fullness of her mouth, his body reacted demanding more. Pulling her to him he ran his tongue against her lips and to his joy she readily opened her mouth to him. Delicately, her tongue met his and he felt his passion erupt within him.
Nat's senses where whirling. For so many years, through brotherly kisses on the cheeks, or soft, tender kisses on her forehead, she'd dreamed of Nick kissing her with the passion of a man for a woman. Now, at last, in a room that looked like a set designer's binge, he was doing so and she couldn't get enough of it. Her heart was beating rapidly with passion and fear that he'd stop. She could feel the bulge of his erection against her body. When he did break the kiss, she was panting for air and, until she felt him gently pulling her to her feet, her own unfulfilled desire.
Nick stood and gently pulled Nat to her feet. Looking into her eyes, he saw trust, passion and love. Smiling he caressed her cheek slowly dropping his hand along her neck and shoulders. Never breaking eye contact, he reached for the belt holding her robe shut. As she smiled at him and gave the faintest nod of her head, he undid the belt and slid the robe from her shoulders to fall in a soft heap at her feet. Leaning forward he kissed her again and then pulled back to feast his gaze on her entire body. The tantalizing way the nightgown clung to her and revealed her beauty to his hungry stare. "Oh, Nat," he whispered as he pulled her against him and buried his face in her hair, "you're even more beautiful than I'd dreamed." He lifted her chin to cup her face in his hands. "You are then most beautiful woman I've ever known. Please, Nat, trust me to not hurt you, let me love you." He nuzzled her neck. "I've loved you from the first night I saw you. Let me make love to you, let me show you how much I love you."
Nat had blushed slightly as Nick's eyes had taken in her every curve. She couldn't help but think that in his long life he'd undoubtedly seen many women far more beautiful than she was. His words brought tears of happiness to her eyes. Unsure of her voice she nodded her assent.
For several moments they stood, their eyes speaking of the love they held for one another. Slowly, Nick bent forward and lightly kissed Nat's lips. As she pressed toward him he deepened the kiss, entwining his hands in her hair. He could feel his penis harden even more, as Nat's body seemed to
melt into his. Her scent filled his head and the desire he felt for her flooded his senses.
Nat could feel Nick's manhood pressing against her. She slid her hands down his back and then to the front of his robe. Undoing the belt, she slipped her hands inside the loose silk top of his pajamas. She lightly ran her hands across the cool smoothness of his skin. The feel of his skin beneath her hands combined with the probing of his tongue in her mouth made her knees shake.
Nick felt his heart leap and his groin ache with need as Nat's hands traced soft paths of fire across his chest and back. As he felt her tremble in his arms, he carefully tightened his hold on her and was rewarded by the feel of her arms tightening around him. He gave himself to the wonderful feel of her body against him and the taste of her skin as he moved his hungry lips from her mouth to trace the curve of her jaw and the slender column of her throat. He could smell the rich fountain of her blood as it coursed through the large vein in her neck and the vampire desired its fulfillment. He nuzzled the hollow of her throat and licked her tender skin.
Nat gasped for air as Nick's kisses caused a rush of carnal desire to overtake her. She ached to feel his bare skin against her own, and just the thought of his mouth on her breasts made her juices flow. She slipped her hand into the waistband of his pajama bottoms and eased in down across his stomach. As her fingers encountered the first wiry curls of his pubic hair, she heard him hoarsely whisper her name. Without looking, Nat knew that Nick's eyes would be a golden hue. Surprisingly she felt no fear. She realized that the love she felt for him encompassed his vampire side as well as the mortal side. She loved Nick, with all his faults and flaws and she was willing to risk her own life or mortality to consummate that love. She let her hand drop farther and wrapped her fingers around his large, pulsing manhood.
The call of Nat's lifeblood had caused the vampire to partially emerge. Nick felt his vision change as his eyes began to glow and when he felt the warmth of Nat's had around his cock his fangs dropped with an ecstasy that was almost painful. The vampire screamed in him mind to take her and taste
the sweet nectar of her blood, to drink so that he might know her every love, every hatred, and every secret. The man resisted, fearing that once he tasted her blood he would not be able to stop until she was drained. His love was so strong that he would deny himself fulfillment rather than harm her. Gathering what strength he could, he pulled away from her slightly. He looked at her face, fearing the repulsion and horror that he was certain he'd find there. Instead, he found only the blazing purity of love in her large blue eyes. "Nat, I don't know if I can control my needs. I want you so badly. I need you. I don't want to hurt you, but if we continue I may do so anyway." He could hear the raspy quality of his voice. When he'd promised her earlier that he wouldn't harm her he hadn't realized the
powerful effect she would have on him. Now he felt that he has to allow her the chance to change her mind.
Nat looked at Nick's anguished face. She knew that if she was wrong, if the power of their love for one another wasn't strong enough, she could die. But she could feel her own inner voice telling her that together they could control the beast that was the vampire. Smiling she laid her hand against
Nick's face and ran a finger along the outlines of his fangs. "You won't hurt me. I have faith and trust in our love." She said as she reached forward and undid the buttons on his pajamas. "I want to feel you inside me, Nick. Please, make love to me."
Nick looked at her and felt a thread of hope. She wasn't repelled by his beast and still wanted him. Nodding he shrugged off the pajama top and loosening the drawstring, allowed the bottoms to fall to the floor. Then he hooked a finger under the straps of her gown and slid them from her shoulders. As the nightgown fell to the floor, Nick drank in the sight of Nat's now revealed body. He thought her the most beautiful of women as flickering light from the fire burnished her skin with a rosy glow. He met her eyes and wordlessly lifted her in his arms to carry her to the bed.
Nat felt her heart thud with anticipation as she gazed at Nick's tumescent manhood. That he obviously wanted her, filled her with joy as he lovingly looked at her nudity she filled her eyes with the way fine blond hairs on his chest and legs caught the light from the fire and seemed to sparkle as
gold as his eyes. As she felt him lay her on the bed and then cover her body with his own, she gave free rein to the craving for fulfillment that had tormented her for so long. Reaching up, she pulled his head down to hers and groaned with delight as his tongue met hers in sweet caressing.
Nick was trembling with his desire for Nat. He broke the kiss to seek her breasts. Tracing their soft mounds with his tongue he paused only to lightly flick the turgid nipples before suckling on each. As Nat cried out in pleasure and pressed against him he slid a knee between her legs. Instantly she opened to him and as his steel hard shaft moved toward the moist opening he so very much desired, he smiled as he felt her hand grasp him and guide him to it.
As Nick's hard cock penetrated her, Nat felt her body automatically respond. She wanted to feel him filling her completely and she arched her back, pulling him deeper into her and pressing her sensitive clit against him. She moaned and twisted for greater pleasure as his mouth caused a feeling like an electric current to seem to flow from her breasts to her womb. When his cool finger began to massage her clit, she thought she might faint from the incredible sensations. Her orgasm built slowly and at last erupted through her body, filling her with a sensation of warmth and love. She felt Nick's fangs as he sank them into her neck and she held him tightly to her, wanting him to find his fulfillment too.

As he penetrated the snug nest of Nat's vagina, both of them gasped in rapture. Slowly Nick pushed farther inside the warm cocoon his action met by the thrusting of Nat's hips as she sought to take him fully inside her. His shaft fully enclosed in her warmth, Nick paused to savor the feeling then began to move. He withdrew almost all the way then forcefully reentered her. At the same time his mouth sought her breasts and one hand played lightly with her clit. Nat's arms and legs were wrapped around him and she held him to her. Her eyes were slits and her face full of gratification as she climbed the slope of sexual pleasures. Nick watched as her lips drew back in a grimace of bliss and as he felt her body explode with her release the sound of her voice calling his name pushed him toward his own climax. A soft growl escaped his lips as he plunged his fangs deeply into her neck. The burst of blood into his mouth triggered his physical release even as he drank deeply from the font of her life. He could feel the white-hot warmth that her blood sent into his veins, calming the beast. Nat's unconditional love for him, like a blazing nova that purifies all in its path, made him feel, for the first time in almost 800 years, human. He was able to force the vampire back. Withdrawing his fangs,
he looked at the beloved face beneath him. Tears of happiness filled his eyes as he met her shining ones and realized that he had not harmed her and that this night of pleasure would be only the first of many more to come.
The end.
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