Subject: Poetry in Motion (1/2) Date: Tue, 29 Jul 2003 10:08:20 -0700 From: April French To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Poetry in Motion--a Forever Knight story By April French Author's Note: An almost-but-not-quite adult NN story; that is, it's definitely got adult situations in it, and maybe one or two euphemisms, but I'm not mentioning anything by name. But there's no harm in being cautious, so that explains the 'Adult' heading. The poem in this story was written by me and may not be used by anyone else. Praise, comments, criticisms and kudos will be rewarded with birthday cake. All nasty flames will be strung up and used as piñatas. This 'un's for Phylis. Permission to archive is given to her and to no one else. Happy birthday! ~~~ Poetry in Motion (1/1) Toronto: 1993 It wasn't until Nick was closing up his car for the day that he noticed Natalie's purse still sitting in the passenger's seat. He had driven her home--she had brought a mountain of paperwork from the office to get done over the weekend--and she simply must have forgotten it. Shrugging, Nick picked it up and took it with him into the loft, feeling it wasn't a wise idea to leave something as personal as a woman's handbag inside a car all day long. He placed it on the kitchen table, where he'd be sure to take it down in the evening, closed the blinds, and sat down to drink his supper. The purse had tipped over when he had set it down, so Nick began picking up the items one by one and dropping them back inside the bag, listing them idly and enjoying the sound of his own voice. "Lipstick... Compact... Calendar... Tampon... Chewing gum..." Nick picked up a small, fat, black spiral notebook and considered it thoughtfully. Granted, he didn't have an in-depth knowledge of the subject, but wasn't this an odd thing for a woman to carry around in her pocket book? His curiosity getting the better of him, Nick flipped through the blue-lined pages. Not so odd a thing to carry around, he decided. Just an all-purpose notebook for jotting down scraps of information; he himself carried one inside his jacket. Random dates, times, phone numbers, chemical formulae... Nick stopped at a particular page, which unlike many of the others was fully covered with writing. Yearning, I sink into his depths, The molten gold And swirling tigerstones Of his eyes-- Marvelous mechanisms Too perfect for God; Nick blinked, utterly taken aback. Natalie wrote poetry? he thought, he reassured himself, trying to ignore her subject matter. My fingers twine in his hair, yet I fall Into the burning crucibles Of his eyes, those Spiteful, brutal, pleading stars Floating In countless shades of black; They smile with the fangs of a wolf, They singe me with their sickly bronze gaze And caress me; Against his will, Nick was becoming increasingly uncomfortable with the realization that Natalie was writing about vampires. he said to himself, What was really making him hot under the collar was the thought that Natalie might--just might--be writing about him. "Don't torture yourself," he muttered. His eyes See through me, through cloth and skin, And send two ivory shards into my throat Where my breath blazes, helpless, And my blood leaps, Straining to be free; Nick stopped reading abruptly. Hands shaking so badly he thought he might spill his blood, he set down the wine glass. As far as he knew, he was the only vampire in her life. And this poetry... this wasn't just writing. This was fantasizing. Very vibrant, very vivid fantasizing, in which the emotions of the poet spilled over onto the reader. Nick knocked over his chair in his haste to get to his freezer, where he kept his emergency human blood packs. He tore the first one open without even bothering to heat it, and the second one was only half thawed before he grabbed it out of the microwave. The third and fourth packs he forced himself to allow to heat properly, hoping the hot blood would calm him. As it trickled down his throat, though, he knew it was only temporary. "Oh," he moaned hoarsely, "it's gonna be a long day..." End Part One April French daomir_darkfell@yahoo.com ===== ~Forever Knight: The Sons of Lilith~ http://www.geocities.com/runeshard/fkficindex.html ~The Corvina~ http://www.geocities.com/runeshard/index.html "And we shall exist by amusing ourselves, by dreaming of monstrous loves and fantastic universes, by complaining and quarreling with the pretenses of the world..." --"The Flash of Lightning" by Arthur Rimbaud __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! SiteBuilder - Free, easy-to-use web site design software http://sitebuilder.yahoo.com Subject: Adult: Poetry in Motion (2/2) Date: Tue, 29 Jul 2003 10:09:25 -0700 From: April French To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Sorry for the mislabeled first post! Disclaimers in first post. Poetry in Motion (2/2) Natalie looked up from her tea and book when she heard the knock on the door. "Who is it?" she called, going over to the lock. "It's me," said Nick's voice. Brightening, Natalie unfastened the deadbolt. He smiled at her cheerfully then looked past her shoulder. "So much for paperwork, huh?" She smacked his arm playfully. "I'll have you know I did paperwork from noon until night," she retorted. "And I was just settling in for a nice quiet evening until you dropped by. Come on in." He did. "Oh, well, don't let me spoil your nice, quiet evening," said Nick in an amiable tone that made Natalie stop and stare at him in suspicion. "I just thought I'd swing by and return this." He handed Natalie her purse. "You left it in the Caddy last night." "Oh, wow, thanks." Natalie took it and chuckled. "You see how out of it I was last night? I never even noticed it was missing." She turned back to set her bag on the coffee table. "'His eyes drop slow kisses/On my fingertips,/Leaving my hands numb with fiery needles...'" Her face burning, Natalie whirled around to behold Nick reading from a small black spiral notebook that he had apparently taken from his pocket. "'He lifts me up with his eyes,/Fans the flames dancing between the layers of my skin/With his eyes--'" "Give me that!" Natalie snapped, grabbing at the notebook. Nick let her take it. "That's all right," Nick said softly. "I've got it memorized." "You mem--Nick, you had no right to go poking around in my pocketbook." Her poetry was a very personal thing to her. Natalie looked down, trying her best to stop blushing. "I know." Nick stepped closer, so that he was standing directly in front of her. "Tell me, Nat," he whispered, stroking her wrists. "Does your blood really leap the way you say it does? Does it... strain to be free?" Her bright blue eyes met his suddenly yellow ones squarely, without hesitation or fear, and she nodded. He took the notebook from her hands and tossed it onto the coffee table. Then, slowly, Nick kissed her fingertips, traced the lines in her palms with his cool tongue. As soon as he finished one hand, he moved to the other, feeling her breath quicken. He nicked the tip of her thumb and reverently sucked the few drops that welled up. Only a few drops, but it was enough. "Nat... will you let me...?" "Yes, Nick." She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him as she had longed to do. His arms tightened around her spine, arching her into him, making him harden against her so quickly it was painful. He gasped and broke the kiss, and cupped Natalie's chin in his hand so that she could see him for what he really was. His golden eyes were tinged with scarlet now, but Natalie reached up and longingly traced the line of his cheek. Sensual things Never thought of by any sane divinity-- Any god would falter At those eyes; With a swift motion, Nick picked her up and carried her into the bedroom, laying her on her bed. He shut the door, and then leaned his forehead on it for a moment, gathering his wits about him. Then he discarded his leather jacket and joined her. *Perfection* All that is perfect in this world Are his eyes-- Nick's glowing eyes were the only lights in that room, but the two needed no lights in their endeavors. Clothing separated them for only a few brief moments before his cold body met her warm one. And I see in their depths The form of a bat, With fur and wings of silk That engulf me, Brushing the skin above The pulsing vein; "What have I told you about those damn Hollywood stereotypes?" Nick teased her roughly as his hands freely roamed over her form. Natalie also was touched every inch of him that she could reach, and when she spoke, her voice was low and husky. "Every cliché deserves its due," she retorted. Her hands traveled lower and met his in mutual decision. Nick kissed her deeply. Natalie teased at his canines with her tongue until his fangs dropped. Growling, Nick stilled her hands. His eyes Lace ghostly fingers around my neck And melt me; He held her hands above her head, her hot shallow breath on his cheek as she whispered endearments of love. Nick's long-cold heart felt as though it might burst. A moment, a motion, and they were as one. No longer an ice-white statue, I am a column of fire-- And all this Before his teeth Meet my throat. Natalie felt the brief icy flame as Nick pierced her throat, before she was borne away on a tidal wave of sensation. Emotions and memories transformed into taste and touch as she descended into Nick's consciousness, becoming an integral part of him in an act of intimacy such as she had never imagined. When it was over, she clung to him and he to her, breathing deeply of the very nearness of each other. Nick nuzzled at her disheveled chestnut curls. "Still mad at me?" "I was more embarrassed than mad." Natalie pulled his arms more tightly around her. "And no, I'm not. Not by a long shot," she added with a devilish grin. "You do have a real gift for poetry," he murmured, smiling. Nick ran a feather-light hand from her shoulder to her flank. "I'd love to read more of your work." Natalie shivered deliciously. "Maybe later," she said, playfully pushing his hand away. Nick grinned and resisted the urge to tickle her. "Sleep?" "Only if I can stay here." Natalie kissed him with sudden urgency, one that Nick returned. "I'm not letting you go anywhere," she whispered. "Besides, you might miss out." Natalie smiled, whispering into his ear, "I compose my best work in my sleep." They fell asleep together, each enfolded in the other's arms. ~Finis--July 29th, 2003~ April French daomir_darkfell@yahoo.com ===== ~Forever Knight: The Sons of Lilith~ http://www.geocities.com/runeshard/fkficindex.html ~The Corvina~ http://www.geocities.com/runeshard/index.html "And we shall exist by amusing ourselves, by dreaming of monstrous loves and fantastic universes, by complaining and quarreling with the pretenses of the world..." --"The Flash of Lightning" by Arthur Rimbaud __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! SiteBuilder - Free, easy-to-use web site design software http://sitebuilder.yahoo.com