Turnabout is Fair Play
Author's Notes: Here's a sequel to One Of Those Knights. This bit of silliness attacked me today, and once again, I couldn't resist. This one is based on Overload by Zappacosta, which was also in Dirty Dancing. This has not been beta read, read at your own risk.
He approached the door to her office, wondering curiously why he had volunteered to come... He should just let her go and never come back; he knew he would only ending up hurting her. Her. Natalie. Just the name brought a sigh to his lips. He loved her so so much, and yet... he just couldn't bring himself to tell her because he was afraid. Afraid he might hurt her. Afraid he might lose her altogether. Quakingly, terrifyingly, nauseatingly afraid.
His hand gripped the doorknob and he took a deep breath. He was just here for a case. Just a case. It was nothing but a case. Strangely though, his ears could detect Natalie fumbling with the radio until she found a station she preferred. With an amused grin, she noticed that she had skipped instantly over CERK...
He flung open the door without knocking just as the first vocals hit him in the face.
/This overload
"Hi, Nat. What do you have for me..." he said quickly, but his voice trailed off when he caught her in his sights. Nat? She was staring at him very, very suggestively. Even more noticeable was her clothing. She was in her lab coat... but yeah, that was about it. He could see a hint of black lace undergarments underneath, but not any business clothes...
/I can hear your heels clicking on the sidewalk
/Beating to the rhythm of my heart
/Caught up to you
/You're the only one I want
She danced her way over to him on 3 inch spiked heels, swaying back and forth to the rhythm that was now blasting out of the radio. "Hello, Nick..." she said with a giggle as she took him into a tight embrace.
He gulped, feeling suddenly weak in the knees. Looking down at her, he noticed with an increasing amount of panic that her body was right up against his, only the lab coat between him and her practically naked body.
/I follow you home every night
/Just to make sure you get there alright
/Baby it's true
/Can't think of anything but you
"Uh, Nat..." he was cut off as she began to kiss him passionately. Woah. He found his panic slowly dissolving as he gave into the light caresses of her hands. She was so beautiful... He began kissing her in return, responding as she started to guide them around the office, dancing to the beat.
Then she did something completely unexpected... "Nick... take me. Now," she whispered as she tilted her head to the side and exposed her pale neck.
/And what I need baby
/Is a little bit of sympathy
"Ungh..." he let out a small groan as she continued to do various pleasures to him. Was she serious? She kissed him on the lips and turned around, giving him even more access to her neck.
"Take me, Nick."
/You got me on my knees
/I burn throughout the night
/And I can't live without your love
/Won't you help me cure this overload
He nearly stumbled, gripping the supple curves of her body harshly as he tried to stay afloat in the drowning passion of her gestures. Feeling his fangs descend, completely out of his control, he growled basely. God, if she kept this up he would do exactly as she asked and damn the consequences... He was completely lost in her.
She grabbed his hand with her own and sensuously rubbed it over the skin of her shoulder. He could feel the blood pumping through her veins just below the smooth surface of her creamy skin...
/Oh you got to know
/You see me everywhere that you go
/Doesn't that say something
/Obsession's taken hold of me
/All because of you
/You've got to see me through
/Can't take another night alone without you
/Honey it's true
/I am so hung up on you
He was trying so hard not to do anything he'd regret later... But she was making it pretty damn hard. "Nick... Take me," she repeated, her voice taking on a dreamy tone.
/What I really need baby
/Is a little of your company
Gripping her shoulders tightly, he leaned in, inhaling her sweet scent...
/You got me on my knees
/I burn throughout the night
/And I can't live without your love
/Won't you help me cure this overload
"Take me, Nick."
/And what I need baby
/Is a little of your sympathy
He scraped his fangs over her flesh, drawing out small red trails of blood. Intoxicating. Sensuous. He growled again, licking the rivulets of blood slowly off her soft neck, prolonging his pleasure before he finally took the plunge...
/You got me on my knees
/I burn throughout the night
/And I can't live without your love
/Won't you help me cure this overload
He poised his fangs over her skin, hanging there for a few seconds in complete ecstasy. Finally, he let his sharp canines completely penetrate her flesh and was hit with a blast of pure sensation as Nat's warm red blood flowed freely over his tongue...
THWAP!
A pillow hit him with full force and he was practically knocked off the sofa.
"Nick! Cut that out, I can't watch the movie if you keep growling like that... jeez!" Nat said, the annoyance in her voice quite evident.
Nick shook his head slightly, noticing with embarrassment, that his fangs were down. He tried desperately to raise them before Nat saw, but for some reason they were being very recalcitrant. Oh dear... "Sorry, Nat..." he said, his voice muffled through his tightly pursed lips. But he wasn't sorry. Not really.
She merely glared at him. "How can you expect me to watch Patrick Swayze in his full glory if you keep making that noise..." she stopped suddenly when she noticed the state he was in. What on earth had he been thinking? Wait... She shook her head. She didn't even want to know...
Nick cringed inwardly when he saw the disgusted look on her face. This was going to be a very long movie...
THE END
