Date: Mon, 19 Feb 1996 12:42:52 -0700 From: Isis Subject: Waiting For Sunrise (1/1) Okay, so I couldn't resist another one. I like to use music when I write. This is a Nick/Nat romance story, but it's way too tame for Jadfe. The song is Kiss From A Rose, by Seal (sorry-I don't have the CD. I have no idea who actually wrote it). Insert standard disclaimers here. The characters aren't mine, I'm just borrowing them to play with and I promise to give them back when I'm done. It would be useless to sue me anyway, I'm a starving student. I own nothing of monetary value. I just have to write these things because our beloved Brick is far too thick to ever do this on the show. I love fanfic. Waiting for Sunrise by Jaime L. Kohles __________________________ There used to be a greying tower alone on the sea You became the light on the dark side of me Love remains a drug that's the high not the pill But did you know that when it snows My eyes become large and the light that you shine can't be seen He didn't know what it was that drew him there. Well, that was a lie. He knew. It was her. He didn't know what had possessed him to act on his impulse. He should never have come. He should go. But he didn't go, he reached out and opened the door. She was sitting on her large, overstuffed sofa with the cat curled happily in her lap, reading a thick paperback novel. Her hair hung, slightly damp and curling, over her shoulders. He realized she must have been bathing a short time ago. His more than human senses detected the faint scent of a light musk from her soft, luminous skin and vanilla mixed with almond from her hair. He heard the low rumbling of her small, soft companion. She scratched under the cat's chin with a long, elegant finger, which had the appearance of well-practiced control brought about by her years in her grisly profession. Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey Ooh, the more I get of you, the stranger it feels yeah Now that your rose is in bloom A light hits the gloom on the grey The door closed with a soft click and she looked up quickly, startled. Their eyes met, and she smiled. *That smile*. The one he only saw on those rare occasions when he hadn't done anything to upset her, and she was completely happy with him. He thought briefly that it had been worth the effort to choke down every last drop of her protein drinks for the past week. She patted the cushion next to her, motioning for him to sit. The cat, offended by the sudden lack of attention being paid him, stretched slowly and then leapt to the floor and proceeded to hunt his catnip mouse. With a slow smile that made her heart leap, he crossed the room, checking the urge to fly to her faster than her eye could follow. He must not call attention to their differences. Not today. He had taken a risk in coming to her now, it was nearly dawn. In a few minutes he would have no choice but to spend the day with her. It had occurred to him that she might be angry with him for this intrusion. Once the sun came up he would have to stay. He knew she wouldn't turn him out into the sunlight, but what if she had planned to go out? What if she was angry enough to leave him there alone all day? There is so much a man can tell you So much he can say You remain my power, my pleasure, my pain Baby to me you're like a growing Addiction that I can't deny Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby But did you know that when it snows My eyes become large And the light that you shine can't be seen As he approached her, she reached out and took his hand, guiding him to the space next to her. His fingers lightly caressed her cheek, his thumb running along her delicate jaw and then the long column of her throat. He leaned toward her slowly, giving her every chance to stop him, to ask him to leave before the sunrise. Her hand slipped up his chest to the back of his neck, pulling him to her. Their lips met softly, for just a few seconds. The kiss was almost chaste. Almost, but not quite. As he slowly pulled away she let her hand slip down the side of his neck, pause at his unnaturally slow heartbeat, and then fall to his lap, resting lightly on his thigh. She looked at him questioningly. Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey Ooh, the more I get of you the stranger it feels yeah Now that your rose is in bloom A light hits the gloom on the grey He asked her to tell him to go and she slowly shook her head. Her smile was almost...evil. Finally, after years of wanting him, trying to tell him how she felt only to have him run off on a case or back to his loft to beat the sunrise before she got up the nerve. The sunrise. She glanced over at the window and then leapt up to close the curtains just as the first rays of sun crept over the horizon. Too late, he was hers for the day. This time he couldn't run away. I've been kissed by a rose on the grey I've been kissed by a rose on the grey And if I should fall, will it all go away? She walked back to him slowly and he pulled her onto his lap. They stretched out over the length of the sofa, her back resting against his chest. His arms curled around her waist, pulling her closer to him, and he buried his face in her hair. As she shifted her weight and turned her head, he lifted his eyes to meet hers and they kissed again. The kiss was long and sweet, neither of them wanted it to end, but finally she had to catch her breath. As she turned away from him, he saw the confusion in her eyes she had tried to keep hidden from him. She was wondering how far he planned to let this go. Had he found some new reserve of control? Had he decided to bring her across? Or maybe this encounter had already progressed as far as it was going to. And there was always the possibility that she was dreaming. A dream couldn't have been more perfect. She settled back onto his chest and their fingers entwined. He knew the questions that were running through her mind, he had asked them himself countless times. He prayed he knew the answers. That he would not need control, his love for her would override the bloodlust. He knew that whatever happened he would not harm her. He would fly out to be consumed by the sun before he would let anything happen to her. And he couldn't let their relationship stay in stasis as it had been. He knew about the other men she worked with. He wasn't the only cop who wanted her, and his colleagues asked her to dinners they could actually eat with her. He was tired of walking into the morgue and seeing someone else there for no apparent reason. Tired of seeing the occasional vase of roses on her desk that he hadn't thought to send. He knew she always turned them down, but he was constantly afraid that one day she wouldn't. A voice in his head told him she needed a mortal man. She deserved a normal life, with a husband and children. But his selfish heart knew he could never let her go. Without her, he would have no reason to go on. There is so much a man can tell you So much he can say You remain my power, my pleasure, my pain Baby, To me, you're like a growing Addiction that I can't deny Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby? But did you know that when it snows My eyes become large And the light that you shine can't be seen? He raised her hand, still linked with his, and kissed her palm, the inside of her wrist, and then moved slowly to her shoulders, pushing the deep sapphire blue silk of her robe down to expose the soft skin underneath. She moaned softly as he pulled her hair aside and kissed the hot, silky skin at the back of her neck. He whispered in her ear all the words he had wanted to say to her for so long. He told her how much he loved her, promised he would never hurt her, never leave her. Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey Ooh, the more I get of you, the stranger it feels yeah Now that your rose is in bloom A light hits the gloom on the grey He stood quickly, sweeping her up into his arms, and carried her into her bedroom. As he gently laid her back on the pillows his hands explored every inch of her, amazed that she could be so soft and firm at the same time. Her arms stretched out in front of her until her hands found what she had been seeking. She pulled his face down to hers and kissed him deeply as she unbuttoned his shirt and ran her hands over his hard, cool chest. A soft groan escaped him as her tongue slipped past his lips, velvet and fire, and they both knew, with sudden and startling clarity, that this was right. They would never go back to the way things had been. Yes, I compare you a kiss from a rose... Plots!?!?!?! We don't need no stinkin' plots! Send all comments, criticism, virtual roses, and birthday presents to me at isis@mindwell.com. You know, if I had a social life I might not feel the need to write these things. ************************************************** Isis@mindwell.com Natpacker/Optimist's Club/X-phile I'm a little source code short and stout. Here is my input, here is my out. **************************************************