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I was honoured to be in the presence of my fave writer and my inspirer
of all my crazy fanfic, Sue Clark in IRC today.
<waves to Sue>  So, this is for her, for all she's done to inspire me!!!

And obviously, this will be a tad....weird.

Chocolate, Chocolate, Chocolate!!!!!!  Chocolat?  (01/01)

Natalie and Nick sat on the floor in Nick's loft, a cup of chocolate
pudding in front of them.
The two laughed, talking with each other, the stereo system playing a
jazz CD.
"This is actually fun, Nick!"
He smiled.  "I thought you'd like it."
She dipped her spoon into the luscious chocolate pudding again, and took
out the soft pudding.  Wrapping her lips around the spoon, her tongue
aided in the work, and got the Pudding down her throat, which tickled
with its sweet sensation.
Nick laughed as he watched her enjoying the tasted of chocolate.
"Ever heard of chocolat Natalie?"
"Chocolat?  Isn't that just French for chocolate?"
He grinned.  "No, not just *only* that."
She smiled and giggled.  "Well, what else, Nick?"

"Yeah, Nicholas, tell her!" Lucien yelled from the second floor of the
loft.
"LaCroix!!!  I should just....no...not yet."  Nicholas held himself
back..
"Nicholas, feeling a bit...protective?" LaCroix questioned.
"Hi LaCroix!" Natalie greeted.
"Good evening Natalie," he greeted with a grin.  He turned back to
Nicholas.  "Well?"
"What does chocolat also mean?"
LaCroix chuckled.  "It means, in our own kind....to...devour ourselves
in pleasure.."
At that moment Nicholas grabbed Natalie close and planted a big one on
her.
"Sufferin sukatsh!" Nicholas exclaimed.
Natalie was still dazed and confused.

"LaCroix come back to bed!"  a female voice moaned from upstairs.
LaCroix, in his Roman Arrows on Fire nightie looked behind him towards
Nick's extra guest bed.
"Coming dear!"
"Wait a minute.  LaCroix!! Who do you have up there?"
"Um...nobody!!!"
LaCroix quickly rushed back over to the guest bed and covered the woman
in the blankets.  He almost tipped a coffee travel mug over.
Nicholas flew up with Natalie in his arms, and helped her up.
"Alright, who is under there?"
"Dear...come back to bed..."  a muffled voice groaned.
Natalie giggled.
"You know who it is?"  Nick asked.
"Oh yeah...I know...."

The blankets began to get flipped off, and a messy haired Tracy Vetter
sat their in her satin pink nightie.
"Errr....LaCroix, why are they here?"
"I forgot to tell you Tracy, this is Nick's loft."
Tracy glared at LaCroix.  "What???!!! You told me this was a posh hotel
room!!!"
<Whammy....>  "You will remember...nothing...."
</Whammy>  "Nice try, I'm a resistor."
LaCroix started pouting.
"Now Tracy dear, all give you that Coffee Cup we saw today at the
jewellery store."
She grinned.  "Ok LaCroix, just this once, I'll let you go...."
LaCroix picked up Tracy into his arms, and the two fell off, confetti
streaming out from behind them as they crossed the sky.

Nick and Natalie were laughing so hard that tears (blood or normal) came
out of their eyes.  They walked out of the loft into the coldness of the
night.  She was too amused to even speak until they finally took their
long walk.  They stood by the water.
"Nick."
"Yes Nat?"
"Next time, if you're going to give me chocolat..."
"What?"
"Don't invite Tracy and LaCroix,"  she bursted out laughing again.
Nick grinned and held her in his arms, giving her a passionate good
night kiss.

A light suddenly shone on the two, and Nick almost vamped out.
"Awww...shucks....would you continue?  OH puh-leese!!!!"
Natalie wrapped her nightie closer to herself as Nick did the same.

Schanke chuckled from inside the squad car.  And grinned.
"Hey....pardner!!!"

                                  Finis

Cousin Miranda
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