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From:  janwiles@juno.com
Date: Mon, 25 Jan 1999 17:42:47 -0500
Subject: Just A Drop (1/1)

Usual disclaimers, none of these characters belongs to me (darn!)
and I'll give them back in better condition than I found them.
Permission is granted to archive this to Mel's fkfanfic site and
the FK ftp site.  All others ask me.

This one bit me on the drive from D.C. up to Pennsylvania over
Thanksgiving.  I have NO idea where it came from!

This is a Tracy/Vachon story, so if you don't like them together,
you might wanna read something else.

Just a Drop (1/1)
by Jan Wiles
**********

"Vachon, they're lovely!"  exclaimed Tracy.  "They" were two pairs of
earrings, made of reddish gold and set with diamonds.  Tracy had already
given Vachon his Christmas present, a pair of sterling-silver studded
black motorcycle gloves.

Vachon watched her with an indulgent smile as Tracy considered which to
wear first, the posts or the hoops.  "I wish I could wear both at the
same time," she mused.  "They go along with each other so well." She
tried fitting them both in the same lobe.  "Ow!  I don't think that'll
work.  Maybe I should get a second piercing.  What do you think?"

Vachon's eyes twinkled.  "I think that'd look good on you, Trace.  Maybe
not very conservative, though..."

She pinched him.  "Conservative, yeah, right!  As if I were all that
concerned with that!"  Tracy laughed and hugged him quickly.  "Too bad
it's too late to go get the piercing done.  I hate to wait."

He looked thoughtful for a moment.  "Trace, do you still have your
old pair of 'trainer' earrings from your first piercing?"

Tracy raised her eyebrows, then answered, "Sure.  Why?  You planning
on doing it yourself?"

Vachon grinned lazily.  "Actually, yes."  He stretched a little, and
eyed her challengingly.

She stared at him wide-eyed for a moment, then mentally tossed her
caution in the trash.  "Okay, then.  What do you need?  A sharp needle
and a few alcohol swabs?"

He chuckled, then gestured to her to follow him and headed for the
bathroom.  After getting the trainer posts, she joined him, and he
stood her in front of the mirror.  He gazed at her reflection from
his position behind her and said, "I was planning on getting a little
more up close and personal than a needle."  Vachon flashed her a 
devilish grin and tapped one fang.

Tracy swallowed hard.  This was rather more than she'd bargained for.
At the same time, though, there was something so enticing about the
whole idea...  "Are - are you sure it'll be all right?  Not too much
mess or anything?" she managed.

"Don't worry," Vachon replied soothingly.  "There won't be much blood.
Just a drop or two.  One of the bennies of having your piercing done
by a vampire is that my saliva will make it heal *really* fast."  He
embraced her from behind.  "Trust me?"

For a moment Tracy could not think.  She stared hard into his velvety
brown eyes, looking for any danger signs.  Then, before she could lose
her nerve, she nodded and braced herself.  'This man could have harmed
or killed you any number of times, but instead he's been your friend.
You trust him-'

His fang delicately pierced her lobe.

'-you love him-'

Where had that come from?  Nonetheless, it was true.  There was
something about this whole situation that would not allow her to lie
to herself or hide from her feelings.  Then a dreamy relaxation
flowed over her for a instant, and when it cleared, Vachon had placed
the earring in and tenderly suckled the wound.  Then he released her.

Tracy drew in a shaky breath.  "Wow.  That was...really something."

Vachon stared at her in - was it wonder?  "Yes.  It sure was."

They gazed at one another for a timeless moment.  Tracy realized that
Vachon had to have picked up on her feeling for him.  She blushed, but
did not look away from him.  "Are - are you going to do the other one?"
she stuttered, unable to think of anything else to say.

"Uh huh...if you're ready," he whispered, huskily, and bent to her
other ear.

Tracy smiled her agreement, and waited eagerly.  Just as before, there
was a slight sting, and the second of delicious languor.  And this time,
the utter certainty of Vachon's love for her.  "Oh, Javier..." she
breathed, overcome with joy.

Vachon finished with the second earring, and embraced Tracy lovingly.
"Querida..." he murmured, turning her to meet his seeking mouth.  They
kissed each other with all of their newly-discovered passion.

Tracy slipped her hands into that wonderful unruly hair, and caressed
the back of his neck until he moaned.  She pulled back from his mouth
far enough to softly ask, "Where are we going to go with this?"

Vachon sighed, then leaned his forehead against hers and looked into
her eyes.  "I don't know, Trace.  There are all kinds of possible
problems with this."

Tracy leaned back in his embrace, and smiled confidently.  "As long
as we do this together, we'll be all right!"

****

Natalie left Captain Reese's office in time to see Tracy bounce into
her desk chair, humming.  Not even the fact that her partner was late
again seemed to dim her happiness.  "My, Tracy, you look cheerful
today.  Oh!"  She noticed Tracy's new adornment.  "Nice piercing job.
Where'd you have it done?"

Tracy blushed.  "Ummm...I had my boyfriend do it for me.  He gave me
two pairs of earrings yesterday, and I wanted to wear them both."

Natalie was surprised.  "Just yesterday?  That was a great job, to
look so healed already."

Tracy's eyes widened in alarm.  "Yeah, you're right, he did a really
good job...hey, I've got to go."  She jumped to her feet and beat a 
hasty retreat.  Away from any awkward questions.

Natalie grinned as Tracy withdrew.  'With a healing rate like that,
Vachon must have done a very...intimate...job of ear piercing.  And
judging from Tracy's reaction, it must have been *very* enjoyable.
I wonder if I could get Nick to do that for me?'

-- the end --