Date: Sun, 30 Jun 1996 20:11:41 -0700 From: Julie Jekel Subject: Buckskin 1/1 This story is based on an actual conversation between me and Debbie (Fleurette). The difference being, in RL, it was over the phone, and of course, Nick and Vachon weren't actually there. :) I don't know if I've reproduced the actual dialogue exactly, but the general idea is there. Anyway, Knighties and Vaqueras, have fun with this one! :) BTW, Nick and Vachon are not mine, or Debbie's. We're just having a little fun with them. Send comments, questions, concerns about our sanity to jekel@cts.com AND dstevens@wheat.mnsfld.edu Oh, and the REASON we're whapping Nick in the beginning, is to try to give him a clue. :) Buckskin a short, silly, Forever Knight story by Julie Jekel (Nightdancer) and Debbie Stevenson (Fleurette) Nick Knight looked frightened. He was tied to a chair in a large room that was empty except for the presence of two young women. They were circling him in an almost predatory fashion, and he found himself actually praying that he would be spared whatever horror they had in mind for him. But unfortunately, the answer to his prayer was "No." WHAP! Debbie Stevenson slapped him hard across the face. A dazed, puzzled, startled look came into his already dazed eyes. "It didn't work," she commented, disappointed, turning to her companion, Julie Jekel. "He still looks dazed." "Maybe he needs to be hit with a brick," she replied. Debbie nodded. "Or something harder." After a brief perusal of the room, Julie returned to where Debbie was still standing beside their captive and handed her a brick. The shorter girl shook her head. "You do it." With a reluctant sigh, but at the same time an evil grin, she raised the brick. THUNK! "Did it work?" Julie shook her head, frowning. "No. The harder we hit him, the more clueless he looks." Debbie sighed, studying the now terrified vampire with pity in her eyes. "So what do we do with him now?" Julie frowned again. "I don't know. I don't want to accidentally kill him; then he'd REALLY be useless but cute." Debbie grimaced. "Not even cute then!" Her friend grinned. "Haven't you ever heard of a handsome corpse?" They were silent for a moment, thinking, then an evil smile began to spread over Debbie's face. "Stay here a minute," she told Julie, "while I go get the buckskin shirt." She disappeared in the direction of the door. A cold wave of fear washing over him, Nick struggled against his bonds, but a fierce, disapproving frown from his remaining captor terrified him into silence. He would not speak again for the rest of the ordeal. Debbie returned with a shirt of soft, tan colored buckskin, with fringe across the chest, back, and down both sleeves. She tossed it to Julie. "Oh, it's soft!" she exclaimed. The other girl grinned. "Like the fringe?" Julie nodded. "Now we just have to get the other one off him." "What's he wearing, anyway?" Debbie glanced over at the vampire, her nose wrinkling in distaste. "Ew. One of those black things again. Bad boy!" Her friend walked around behind Nick, and began undoing the buttons of his cuffs where his arms were tied behind the chair. "Can you get those buttons?" She nodded in the direction of the shirt front. Grinning wickedly, Debbie nodded, and beginning at the neck, started to unfasten one button at a time, tugging on the shirt at the same time to untuck it. "Don't forget to untuck it so you can get the bottom buttons too," Julie reminded her from her place behind the chair. "Already did." Nodding, the younger girl stood and studied the scene before her calmly. "We're going to have to untie him to get the shirt off. I'll hold him down while--" "I want to hold him down!" Debbie interrupted. "All right. You hold him down while I pull the shirt off." Julie went to untie the ropes that bound Nick's hands, while Debbie kept a firm grip on his shoulder. As soon as he felt the bonds come loose, Nick tried to flee, but unfortunately, he was in the grip of the one thing more powerful than a vampire--a fan! So he was forced to stand helplessly by as Julie pulled his shirt off him. "Here, catch!" Julie tossed the shirt to Debbie, who caught it with her free hand. "Ooh! Silk!" she exclaimed, pleasantly surprised. "Now toss me the other one." Nodding, Debbie slung the silk shirt across one shoulder and tossed Julie the buckskin one, which she immediately began to force Nick's arms into. "Okay, Debbie. Do you want to do the buttons again?" "I CAN'T! I have to hold him down!" "No you don't. Now that we've got the sleeves on him, we can tie him again." "Oh, okay." The two girls forcibly sat Nick back down in the chair and retied the ropes around his wrists. "Let's button him together," Julie suggested. "You start at the bottom, I'll start at the top, and we'll meet in the middle." Nick looked about ready to faint. After the buttons were done, the two girls stood back to admire their handiwork. "He can tuck it in himself," Debbie said confidently. Julie looked surprised. "You mean, you don't want to do it?" "No. We're not undressing him ALL the way." "Well, I KNEW that!" The sound of the door slamming caught Debbie's attention. "Oh, look who just walked in!" she exclaimed in delight. "Who?" Julie asked absently. "My chocolate-eyed Spaniard! Hello, Vachon!" "Ooh! Do we get to do him too?" Debbie just grinned. Julie returned the grin. "Okay, go get some more rope!" "Oh, we don't need to tie HIM up," the other girl admonished her. "Javier is much more willing." She turned adoring eyes to the Conquistador. "Aren't you?" Before he could reply, Julie nodded. "Okay. Just understand that you CAN'T tell Tracy about this, or Urs." "That goes for you too," Debbie directed at Nick. "Or Natalie or Janette," Julie added for Nick's benefit. Vachon agreed readily, Nick just stared at them dumbly. "So who gets to unbutton this one?" she asked, turning to Debbie and pointing at Vachon. Debbie frowned. "YOU'RE the one who called him scruffy!" Julie giggled. "Here Scruffy, sit Scruffy." Vachon turned to her with murder in his eyes. Trying to hold back the laughter, Debbie said "He's already sitting." "So he is. Good boy! Good Scruffy!" Vachon just continued to glare at her the same way a hungry little boy at Christmas eyes the turkey. "Julie, please stop!" Debbie exclaimed, alarmed at the look in the vampire's eyes. "I don't want to lose a friend!" With a sigh and a half-smile, Julie turned back to the now thoroughly frightened Nick. "I guess we can let him go now that we're done with him," she remarked, bending down to untie the ropes. Nick stood uncertainly, not quite sure what to do now. "What do we do with the shirt?" Julie asked. Debbie grinned. "I'll keep it." The other girl's face fell. "Can I have a sleeve? I did the cuffs!" Debbie looked at her as if she'd just gone crazy, instead of having been crazy all along. "What good is a shirt with only one sleeve?" Julie sighed. "All right. But I get to keep it next time." Her friend grinned. "Next time we'll be taking OFF the buckskin!" Julie returned the grin. "And then will we leave him shirtless?" A horrified look came over Nick's face and he turned and fled as fast as he could. "Oh, darn!" Julie exclaimed, watching his rapidly retreating buckskin-clad back. "I shouldn't have untied him so soon!" With mischief gleaming in their eyes, the two girls turned back to Vachon... FINIS Nightdancer .............................................................................. "Shirtless saves time..."--Debbie Stevenson (Fleurette) when asked if she would rather see Nick shirtless or in buckskin. :) ..............................................................................