This little bit of nonsense was written as a surprise gift to a wonderful gal, Lea Condren. Lea will be celebrating her 20th birthday on November 7th. She's a good pal and a wonderful beta-reader ... I don't know what I'd do without her! Lea's name appears in this tale, totally without her permission--but I couldn't get permission and still have this be a surprise, now could I? <eg> Anyway, this little smut-purge is all for you, Lea!  Happy birthday, hon!!

Warning! Rated NC17, explicit consensual sex of the m/f kind. (Guess who? <g>) Some of it might also be considered a little rough--so if this is not for you, better hit delete now!

Many thanks to Heather-Anne, who somehow found time during her move to beta-read this for me. Thank you, H-A! You're the BEST!!!

I don't own any of the FK characters. (Wish I did--I'd have treated 'em better!) This story is purely for entertainment purposes and no copyright infringement is intended.

Permission to archive at the DarkNN website, the ftp site, and JADFE is given.

I'm a feedback junkie! <g> Please send all comments to: fbrady@interhop.net


Close Encounter of the Absurd Kind
By: C. Brady -- Written in October, 1999


Natalie rode the elevator to Nick's loft, anticipation making her stomach clench and butterflies take flight. She and Nick had been lovers for the past few months, and it seemed to Nat that lately, she was *always* in a state of arousal. As she thought about all the pleasures they had recently shared, the wonderful discoveries they had made while indulging their mutual passion--her panties became quite damp.

Nick had called her at home tonight, a night she had decided to dedicate to catching up on essentials like laundry and apartment cleaning. He invited her to come over, using 'that' voice ... the voice that always threatened to make her knees buckle. The voice he knew damn well she could never refuse ...

The elevator stopped and she slid the door open. Her eyes rounded in wonder as she stepped out into a fantasy world.

Nick had transformed the loft into a candle-lit setting from a romantic dream. Candles in all manner of holders blazed from every corner of the loft, bathing everything in a golden glow. Nat was enchanted by the flickering play of light.

Her eyes found Nick as he arose from where he'd been sitting on the couch.  He was wearing a red silk shirt, with the top three buttons undone. This was tucked into the tightest pair of blue jeans Natalie had ever seen. Her breath caught in her throat as she looked at him. His eyes were smoldering, and she was mesmerized by the desire she saw there as she slowly approached him.

Nick's eyes traveled hungrily over Natalie. He could smell the soft musk of her arousal, and both the vampire and the man responded to it. He could feel his fangs itch with the desire to drop, and felt the familiar tightening in his gut as his loins hardened in appreciation of the lovely
woman before him. She was wearing the blue track suit she always wore when working at home. It was baggy and shapeless, but he knew the treasure that lay underneath--and somehow that seemed even more erotic than if she'd been standing in front of him wearing only her black lace teddy. He wondered: is that what she was wearing beneath that innocent looking outfit? The thought made his cock harden almost painfully.

Nat's pulse was thundering in her ears as she came closer. Nick was such a handsome man, and tonight he was looking almost unbearably sexy. She watched the play of the candlelight as it glinted off the fine sprinkle of golden chest hairs visible in the open collar of his shirt. Her eyes traveled lower, coming to rest on the obvious sign of his aroused state.  The hard ridge of his engorged manhood was clearly outlined in his tight jeans. Stopping directly in front of him, she ran a teasing finger along its firm length. Nick hissed with pleasure, and reached out to take her in his arms.

Pulling her into a tight embrace, he captured her lips with his. Feeling her immediately melt into his arms, he deepened the intimacy of the kiss, thrusting his tongue into her hot mouth. She gave as good as she got, rubbing her tongue against his before tracing it over his teeth, teasing his fangs to drop fully. When they did, she allowed her tongue to scrape across them, drawing blood. As the taste of her exploded in his mouth, his world turned red as the lust fully took over.

Reaching down to cup the luscious fullness of her softly-rounded derriere within his hands, he pulled her up against the hard length of his erection. Natalie gasped at the sudden contact, and closed her eyes as she enjoyed the feeling of him rubbing so intimately against her throbbing mound. 

Slipping his hands under the elastic waistband of her track pants, Nick reached down to find nothing but warm, supple skin underneath his questing fingers. Natalie was not wearing any undergarments, and this discovery was almost too much for him to bear. Pushing her pants quickly down to her ankles, he arose again, and in one fluid motion, grabbed the bottom edge of her sweatshirt and stripped her out of that garment as well. Natalie kicked off her shoes, and slipped off her socks. Stepping out of the sweatpants that were pooled around her slender ankles, she then stood before him, her head held high, her blue eyes smoky with passion.

Nick stood with his eyes blazing fire as he drank in the sight of her--standing so regally before him, totally comfortable with her nakedness, allowing him to look his fill. He had known many beautiful women during the course of his long existence, some of them he felt sure would be considered more 'classically' beautiful than Natalie--but he had never known anyone who
could stir him so deeply, who could arouse such passion within him. He loved her, and that simple fact made her more beautiful to him than Venus herself, more appealing than an eternity filled with timeless beauties. His desire for her was almost a living thing, and he burned with the need to take her.

Grabbing her by the shoulders, he jerked her back into his arms as his lips claimed hers once again. Her heartbeat hammered in his ears as his hands roamed freely over her ample charms. He cupped and squeezed her full breasts, rolling the nipples between his thumb and forefingers, bringing them to full, aching attention.

Nat's breath came out in a soft hiss, and she threaded her fingers in the golden strands of his hair. Pulling his head down urgently, she breathed, "Please, Nick ... I need ..."

Needing no further prompting, Nick slowly pulled one of her turgid nipples deeply into his cool mouth. He sucked gently, flicking the hard little nub teasingly with his tongue. Nat writhed in his arms as he paid homage to this very sensitive area. He slowly trailed one hand down over the gentle curve of her belly, to the soft thatch of auburn hair that covered the core of her femininity. Teasingly, he stroked the outer lips of her labia, running a tantalizing finger through the downy hair, allowing it to barely brush over her clit, which was erect and hyper-sensitized with her excited state. Natalie moaned, the sound husky and deep as he also continued to lick and nip at her breasts. Her hips started to thrust against his hand, and she groaned in frustration when he didn't give her more of what she needed. Impatient, she grabbed his hand and showed him exactly what she wanted. Nick smiled. Nat was delightfully wanton when it
came to getting what she wanted, and he loved teasing her. Nick stroked her aching clit, his fingers becoming slick as her body reacted to the delightful attention he was paying her.

Natalie was enjoying the decadent pleasure of this encounter. She was feeling wild and uninhibited, so very different from the calm, professional demeanor she wore almost every day. She then realized that she was standing totally naked while Nick was still fully clothed. Quickly, she pulled Nick's shirt out of his jeans and, hooking her hands into the open collar,
gave a furious tug, ripping it open. Buttons, like tiny round missiles, flew in every direction. Placing her open palms on his flat stomach, she then ran her hands up and over the hard planes of his well-developed chest. Running her hands beneath the tattered remains of his shirt, she swiftly stripped it off his body, then pressed her breasts against his now naked chest. She reveled in the feeling of his cool skin underneath her own overheated flesh. Her hands journeyed down to undo his belt, button and zipper. Pushing the tight jeans down over his hard thighs, she then released his straining manhood from the silk boxers that imprisoned it.  It sprang free, the candlelight glistening on a ruby drop of fluid at the tip of his fully erect shaft. One soft hand moved down to capture his hard length and began to stroke him.

Nat could feel Nick's cock pulsing with urgency in her hand. She knew he was close to losing control, but couldn't resist the dangerous thrill of pushing him just a little further. Bringing her other hand into play, she gently cupped his balls, and then slid a finger along the ridge just behind his scrotum. She felt Nick's entire body stiffen as her probing touch electrified him and caused his penis to jerk involuntarily. Nick growled deeply, the sound earthy and primeval, and Nat knew she had pushed him far enough.

Nick pulled back, and Nat came face-to-face with the vampire in all of its dark, seductive glory. Nick's lips were slightly pulled back from his fangs, which were glinting in the flickering light, and his eyes were red and glowing with his need. She could feel his power wash over her, felt the pull of his dark desires ... but felt absolutely no fear. Nick loved her, of that she was certain, and when he took her blood, it was just another expression of that love. He would never allow the vampire to kill her, for the man needed her too much.

Impatiently, Nick kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his jeans and underwear. Wrapping his hands in her hair, he jerked her sharply back into his embrace. Pulling her head to one side, he locked his mouth onto the pulsing vein in her neck and sucked. Nat could feel his fangs scraping the skin of her throat, and when Nick's arms tightened even more, she knew that
he had broken the flesh and was now caught up in the taste of her. His growling was now a continuous sound, as her pleasure was communicated to him through the sharing of her blood.

Stepping slightly back once again, his hands spanning her small waist, Nick easily lifted her off her feet, his vampire strength allowing him to effortlessly hold her aloft. Natalie wrapped her legs around his waist as he slowly lowered her, impaling her on his stiff prick. Nick growled with delight as her wet heat enveloped him. Holding her in place, his hands gently kneading the curvy cheeks of her ass, he slowly lowered his mouth to her chest once again. He ran his tongue, cool and wet, from between her full breasts, over her collarbone, to the hollow in her throat. Continuing upwards, he placed heated kisses over her adam's apple, past her chin, before claiming her lips once again in a searing kiss. Pulling slightly back, Natalie moaned his name into his open mouth, the sound husky and full as she began to move her hips against him, urging him to move deeper within her. He felt her thighs tighten around him as her movements 
became more demanding, and her moans became lustier. They were both caught up in an animal-like urgency, and neither wanted to slow down or break the spell.

Nick stood for a moment and simply allowed Nat to set the pace, enjoying the feeling as her vaginal muscles alternately clutched and released his hard organ. However, the increasing demands of his own body were now making it necessary for him to thrust against her. He needed a deeper penetration, he wanted to have all of her, he wanted to make her scream with pleasure. 

Dropping to his knees, he placed Nat's lovely derriere of the edge of the couch.  Grabbing her legs behind each knee, he pushed them back toward her shoulders--opening her completely. He then began to pump, pistoning in and out quickly, his thrusts becoming ever stronger as Natalie panted and moved with a fervor equal to his own.

Suddenly, she stiffened and screamed his name as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her. Her back arched and her nails raked his back as he moved his hands from her knees to wrap his arms around her--holding her tightly as she found her release.

Nick's heart was now pounding in the same cadence as Nat's as the vampire prepared to collect its due. Snarling with need, he bared his fangs completely and sunk them deeply into the soft flesh of her neck. As soon as his mouth filled with the rich taste of her essence, he came. His cock jerked with the force of his ejaculation, while her blood allowed him to savor the pleasure of her orgasm as well.

After half a dozen mouthfuls, Nick regretfully removed his fangs from his lover's neck. The pleasure of their coupling was always so intense, and it was very difficult to relinquish the incredible closeness he always felt through their bond. He knew the vampire's lovemaking always left Nat feeling a little weak and light-headed, but she seemed to relish the deep
intimacy of it as much as he did. Nick still found it hard to believe that a woman like Natalie, who was so very much a child of the light, could love a creature such as he. He hugged her to him tightly, and listened to her sigh with contentment.

"You should drink something, Nat," he whispered in her ear. "You need to replace the fluids you just lost."

"Yes, doctor," Nat giggled in reply.

Nick smiled down at her as he stood up. "I picked up some orange juice for you last night. May I get you some?"

"OK, sounds good," she agreed.

Nat sat up on the couch and stretched, smiling with happiness as she watched Nick walk toward the kitchen. Suddenly, a confused look clouded her features as she looked at him, and she was compelled to ask, 

"Um ... Nick ... are your feet cold?"

"No, they're not ... Why would you ask me *that*?" Nick replied, looking bewildered.

"Well ... did you know you still have your socks on?" she responded.

Nick looked down at his feet. Sure enough, his navy blue argyle socks were there. He looked perplexed.

"How could this happen?" he inquired. "Lea *always* makes sure I take my socks off ... Why, just a few months ago she caught me trying to leave them on at your place ... she's a *great* continuity girl! How could she have missed *this*??"

"Nick, aren't you forgetting that this is for Lea's birthday?" Natalie asked. "She hasn't read this yet ..." Nat was still looking at Nick's socks, and then her eyes would wander over the rest of his naked form ...  then back to the socks. Nick could see her struggling to keep a straight face.

"Natalie, you aren't going to *laugh*, are you?" he asked, trying very hard to look dignified. Which admittedly was rather difficult when you were standing in your living room, bare-ass naked except for a ridiculous looking pair of socks. "This isn't my fault, you know."

"Mmmph," was Nat's only reply. Her eyes were dancing, and her mouth kept twitching. Nick knew it was just a matter of time before she could no longer contain herself.

Deciding he was not going to stick around for Nat's outburst of hilarity at his expense, and figuring that she was perfectly capable of getting her own juice--he announced that he was going to bed. Then, with as much nobility as he could muster, he started to climb the stairs.

Natalie took one look at his pale vampire behind swinging above those navy blue socks ... and lost it.

Hearing Natalie collapse into gales of uncontrollable laughter, Nick muttered to himself,

"Well, Happy Birthday, Lea ... I'm certainly glad it only comes once a year!  I'm never going to be allowed to forget this ..."

" ... Next year, I hope you get a *LaCroix* story ... "


<Finis> <eg>


Hope you enjoyed this ridiculous little tale, and Happy Birthday to my crackerjack continuity gal! Lea has saved poor Nick from *much* embarrassment in the past ... for which he is eternally grateful! ;-)

~Carol B.
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