Date:         Mon, 20 Dec 1993 10:28:57 CST

Subject:      REPOST: First Kiss by anonymous

 

In response to my FORKNI-L post last night, the author of the anonymous

story sent me a note asking me to repost it, with the condition that

their anonymity be maintained.

 

Comments can be sent to FORKNI-L or to me (ST1450@SIUCVMB.SIU.EDU) and

I'll forward them to the author. However, I'm about to leave town for 2

weeks, so any comments sent to me after Tuesday morning won't get to the

author until January 3 or 4.

 

WARNING: After this was posted the first time, the consensus was that

this story should probably be considered rated "R" due to the sexual

content. If you're likely to be offended by that sort of thing, I advise

you to skip this story.

 

>Date:         Tue, 27 Apr 1993 11:09:00 EDT

>Subject:      Anonymous fanfic...PG/R rated...

 

First Kiss

 

 

They sat on the couch together, just barely touching, watching a movie.

It was some romantic comedy with lots of daylight scenes.  He would flinch

if they cut to sunlight too quickly, then look sheepish when it didn't

burn him.  The movie really wasn't very good but she was with him and

didn't want him to think she was uncomfortable (or bored).

 

They both knew that they cared for each other in a way that had nothing

to do with brother/sister relations; it was something he had said once

when he wanted to tell her how much he loved her but was afraid to

admit it to himself.  Nick thought he was evil, not just a bad person

but evil in a theological sense, as in pure evil.  Oh sure he'd had

some bad days, almost 800 years worth by his count, but he tried so

hard.  Natalie had to laugh at that, it sounded so cliche, but he wanted

to be mortal again, he hadn't killed in over 100 years, and put himself

through anything she said would help him.  Sometimes she thought that

maybe what Nick felt was just the patient falling in love with the doctor,

but once he had told her that she was the only human who had ever believed

in him.  Maybe she was the only human he'd ever let get close to him.

 

She kicked her flats off and put her legs up on the table, being careful

not to pull away from him or to lean in.  He turned to her and asked if

she was comfortable.

 

"Yes, the movies just a little slow right now."

 

"I know," he looked at the cabinette.  "Want to watch something else?

I've got King Kong."  He was also unimpressed by the movie.

 

"Ok.  I'll make some more popcorn, but you have to try a piece." she

demanded, heading towards the kitchen.  "I'll find a nice soft piece and

brake off the kernel."

 

He grimaced, "ok, you win, but I'm not going to drink a coke."

 

"Would you like your water ice cold, my personal preference, or luke

warm?" bargaining with a vampire is not for the easily intimidated.

 

"98.6 Fahrenhight, please?"  He looked deliberately pathic.

 

 * * *

 

They settled in again, a little closer this time, pretending not to

notice.  Nick took a sip of his water and frowned.

 

"It has no taste" he complained.

 

"You can have some of my coke if you'd like."

 

"No thanks.  I'm afraid of what the carbonation will do to my mouth."

 

"Valid point, I hadn't thought of that." she conceded.

 

He took another sip of the water.  He was disappointed by its lack of

taste but he normally complained about the things she made him eat and

drink.  She almost said something to him but didn't in case he realized

just how mortal it was to drink a glass of water.  He always had more

trouble with things if he know how unlike blood they were.

 

He poked at the popcorn bowl on her lap, looking for a fluffy piece.

She spotted one he missed (possibly on purpose) and bite the kernal off,

just like she did for Sidney the cat.  Nick looked at her like she was

crazy, so she handed him the ever so slightly damp kernal.

 

"And just what am I supposed to do with this?" he knew, he was just

giving her a hard time.

 

"Eat it."  She teased back.

 

He looked at her for a second as his mouth opened, his eyes were locked

on hers and she could hear his breath.  He turned quickly and ate the

popcorn.  She couldn't tell if he had wanted to kiss her or kill her.

And just how much difference was there to him?

 

He turned back, a normal expression on his face.  She relaxed.

 

"Needs catsup".  He sounded pleased anyway.

 

"Have some more.  It's good for you."  He took her teasing well.

 

"Sorry, not without catsup.  I think the red helps."  He was sincere so

she didn't make him eat anymore.

 

He took a sip of water and relaxed, getting comfortable.

 

She curled her legs under her, pressing on his side just a little.  He

stiffened but didn't move, neither did she.

 

He glanced at her occasionally, each glance a little longer than the

previous, slowly relaxing again.  After a while he moved his arm.

 

She apologized, but he reminded her that his arms don't go numb.

 

He stopped, he shouldn't have moved, that was to forward.

 

Maybe she shouldn't have said anything, it seemed like she didn't want

him to move.  She had forgotten that he didn't feel normal pain.  She

didn't want to give him the cold shoulder - no pun intended, so she

twisted slightly.  Her head just barely touched his shoulder.

 

She had moved on purpose, to tell him that every thing was fine.  She was

so warm, and soft, and trusting, sometimes she had more trust in him than

he had in himself.  He wanted sit like this forever, just touching her.

 

He had been sitting so quietly, he let her touch him but hadn't moved,

to stop or encourage her.

 

Towards the end of the movie he looked for the remote, remembering how

she said it got too quiet in this part.

 

He tried to reach it but discover that she was pinning his arm again.

She moved for him as he fixed the volume and put the remote in his

other hand.  He saw the shy look of contentment on her face in the gloom

(that didn't bother him either), and instead of putting his arm back by

his side he reached up and over her head, putting his arm around her

shoulders, lightly.

 

She slipped into the crook of his arm easily, naturally.  She twisted

again, slipping into a comfortable position.

 

He looked at her and hugged her, kissing her hair gently.

 

She looked at him, seeing the simple happiness in his eyes.

 

They watched the credits, neither wanting to be the first to move.

 

"Think we should finish the first one?" as the tape was rewinding.

 

"If you'd like"

 

He started to get up and found that they were face to face.  He kissed

her, just a peck on the lips, before he realized it.

 

She paused for a moment weighing what she wanted to do with what she

should do.  She leaned forwards and kissed him.  Longer this time but

just as politely.

 

Her lips were so soft.  He kissed her again, and held it.

 

She tilted her head slightly, and placed her right arm on the back of

the couch.

 

He parted his lips slowly.  He had to be careful, but she knew and

understood; if he pulled away she would let him and not be offened.

But he didn't want to frighten her.

 

He continued to kiss her with his mouth open.  She waited for his tongue

but that was apparently up to her.  Couldn't he feel how willing she was?

She realized that he didn't want to push her and that he needed to know

that he was in control of himself.

 

He felt the tip of her tongue brush his lip quickly.  He reached out

slowly, holding her hip.  Still softly, she understood.

 

His hand was cool and gentle on her hip.  He let her caress his lips,

slowly his mouth started to move.  She moved closer, bringing her arm

off the couch and around his shoulders.

 

Her mouth was alive under his.  She tasted like popcorn, warm and salty.

He kepted his hand in place but started to slow his kisses.

 

She thrust her tongue deeper but he didn't respond so she followed his

lead and started slowing down.

 

He slowly broke of the kiss.  He didn't move away, but rested against her

forehead, eyes closed.

 

She stirred and watch his eyes open, slowly, happily.  She kissed him

again, not feeling the need to speak.

 

He held her close to him, feeling her mucsles.  He wanted to caress her

breasts.  He was afraid it would be to much but her left nipple showed

through her blouse, begging to be held.  He kissed her instead.

 

His tongue move deeper, more aggresively this time.  She moved closer.

 

He could feel both nipples against his cheast now.  He knew he should

pull back, but she was giving herself so willingly despite knowing

that he could kill her.

 

He rested his head against her again, ocassionally licking her lips.

She leaned her head against his shoulder, nose touching his neck.

 

He felt breath on his neck.  It felt so good, it had been so long since

he had had a vampire lover.  He loved being bitten, some times he would

wait until he almost passed out to bite back.  But not now, he wanted

this, the blood mingling, the union.  Natalie's blood.

 

He pulled away suddenly.

 

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that.  I forgot.  How are you?"

 

"I forgot that you arenUt a vampire.  It felt so good."  He paused and

looked at a painting for a moment.  "I'm ok.  I think I can do this.

Please don't touch my neck, it feels to good," a pause.  "And don't bite

me, I won't be able to control myself."

 

He was ashamed of his desires.  She held him, comforting him, with her

head on his chest.

 

He touched her chin, smiling; once again in control.

 

He kissed her again, slowly, throughly.

 

His hand jumped from her chin to her shoulder.  And started to slip down.

Unconsciously searching.

 

He cupped her breast, tweaking the nipple.

 

She felt his kisses change, growing urgent but still focused on her mouth,

not exploring her face or neck.  She didn't know if she wanted to slow

down or unbutton her blouse.

 

He kissed her deeply.  His hand moved in tight quick circles around her

left nipple.  He really wanted to feel it between his fingers.  He smiled

to himself, he hadn't noticed a properly clad nipple in years and he

wanted to pinch this one.

 

She felt a tug on her blouse, a button popped and then felt Nick's

fingers on her bare flesh.  His cold hands sent a thrill down her spine.

 

Her kisses made him forget about her nipple for a moment.  He wanted to

lose himself in her mouth but knew it was too dangerous.

 

She squirmed, feeling his hand explore her breast.  As he pulled at her

nipple she reached for the base of his tee-shirt.  Turn about was fair play.

 

Her warm hand touched his side.  How did she get through his tee-shirt?

 

He pulled her shirt off and found the hooks to her bra.

 

He tried to stop.  It was getting too powerful.  But he realized that he

didn't want to take her.  What he felt was slower, calmer, and not as

powerful.

 

She moaned when he paused.  She wanted him to hold her, kiss her.  Her

hands wandered, trying to give him a hint about what she wanted.

 

He felt her hand on his leg, moving up and down.  Throught the fabric of

his pants he felt that something wasn't right but he couldn't place

the feeling.  She pulled away.

 

"Nick! You're hard!"

 

Spurred on by her commentary he kissed her, hard, fast, and deeply, as

though he was trying to drink her soul, or her blood.

 

He pulled away and walked to the refrigerator.  He grabbed a bottle,

yanked out the cork with his teeth, and emptied it with out pausing.

Then he grabbed a second bottle.  After he finished the second bottle,

he leaned against the frig, hiding his head form her, sobbing.

 

Natalie walked over to him and touched his sholder.  He didn't respond.

"Nick?  Are you alright?  What happened?"  He still didn't respond so

she started giving him a backrub.

 

"I could have killed you."

 

"I know.  But you didn't"

 

"This time.  What about next time?" a pause.  "You should go."

 

"Do you want me to go?"

 

He took a deep breath, "No,"  He reached behind him and held her left

hand, drawing it around and holding it to his face.  She rested her

head against his back, hugging him.

 

Finis