Subject: 98-GratuitousShowerScene


   This isn't the sort of stuff that I usually write...  In fact, this
was my first attempt at it...  But because of a joke that was said a
way back on t-vpack, I decided to write this for entrance into the
'Sisterhood of the Soapy Conquistador'...  
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  "Thanks for the ride, Nick.  I really appreciate it with my car in the
shop and all.  Listen, if you don't have plans with Nat or something,
you'd be welcome to come up for a coffee.  There's a cool old movie that
was playing on TV earlier tonight that I should have taped.  It's an old
Bela Lagosi vampire flick I'm gonna watch before I go to bed.  You're
welcome to watch it with me if you're into that sorta thing."

  "Oh, that's ok, Trace.  Thanks anyways.  It's not really my kind of
film, although Nat might like to see it sometime...  And I'm heading over
to pick Nat up.  We're going to be doing our own movie night at my place.
Maybe another time, though."

  "I kinda figured, but hey, it never hurts to ask, right?" Tracy grinned
at Nick.  "Enjoy your -weekend-" Tracy giggled, considering their 2 days
off were Wednesday & Thursday, and not anything to do with the real
weekend, "off with Nat.  See ya Friday!"  Tracy waved at Nick, then turned
and walked up to her apartment, unaware that her partner was waiting to
see that she got inside her building OK before driving off to pick up
Natalie.

  As Tracy unlocked her door, she heard sounds coming from her unit, and
her first instinct was to grab her gun from her purse.  Her second was to
grab her cel.  Just as she got Nick's cel number punched in, and was about
to press the send button, she decided that she was probably just being
paranoid, and besides, she knew that Nick and Natalie really enjoyed their
few times off together.  She decided not to ruin their fun for them, so
ended up turning off her phone and putting it back in her purse instead.
Then she entered her apartment, quietly, with her gun still in hand, 
closed her door and locked it, then began to search out the sounds that
she was hearing...

  As she got closer, she realized that they were coming from her bathroom,
and that someone was running water in there.  She crept up slowly, now
certain beyond a doubt that whoever it was *was* still in there.  She
stretched out her hand, turned the knob, and pushed open the door.  Her
face was suddenly extremely hot and damp, as a huge steam cloud erupted
through the door.  After she could once again see, she reached out for the
tub-surround doors, and slid one end open.  "FREEZE!  POLICE!" she called
into the dense cloud of steam that was escaping even more thickly from the
shower than it had from the bathroom in general.  As the fog dissipated,
the naked figure within slowly turned to face her.  His long curls seemed
even longer with the shower straightening them out, and his big dark eyes
shone.

  "How many burglars do you know that stop for a shower, Tracy?"  Vachon
stood there, waiting for her to do something... anything.  Finally he
added, "So, are you going to shoot me, or hand me a towel?"

  Tracy could hardly believe what she was seeing, the guy who she was so
attracted to, whom she kept trying to tell herself she didn't trust,
didn't have any interest in, standing naked in front of her.  Wet.  The
water shone over his body, accenting every muscle in it.  Which despite
any protests she might make, she definitely liked.  Her eyes drifted
lower, in spite of herself.  Yeah, there was definitely nothing to dislike
about that gorgeous bod, that was for sure.  "What?" She asked him when
it sunk in that he'd spoken to her.

  "I asked if you were going to shoot me, or if you were going to hand me
a towel?"

  "Oh."  Tracy put the safety on her handgun, and set it down on the
counter.  As she did, she asked "So why are you here to shower?"

  Vachon watched her making sure her gun was safe, as he cooled down the
water so it wasn't quite so hot.  All of his steam had evaporated now
anyway, so he figured he'd make it a little more comfortable.  "I needed a
shower, and the water is out at the church.  Some moron decided to do road
repairs without finding out where water and sewer mains were.  So I'll be
without water for a little while, as they need to make sure he didn't get
any gas lines either.  You gave me a key, remember?  So I figured I'd show
up and clean up while you were at work.  I wasn't expecting you to be back
this soon."  He smiled mischievously when he saw Tracy reaching for a
towel, but his trouble-maker expression had left before Tracy turned back
to face him.  He noted that she was wearing a light beige pant-suit, with
what looked like a pale blue silk or rayon blouse under the jacket.

  "I won't shoot you." Tracy answered his earlier question, as she reached
out to hand him the towel.  "And I don't mind you borrowing my shower.  I
just wish you would have called so that I..." She never finished that
thought as Vachon grabbed her wrist instead of the towel, and began to
pull her into the shower with him.  "Vachon!  My clothes are soaked!  I'm
still wearing them, you know!"

  "I know."  Vachon pushed the shower door closed behind them, and turned
his attention back to Tracy.  He pulled her tight against himself as he
gave her a kiss, gently and not *too* familiar at first, but quickly
becoming a deep one that was hot, passionate, and inviting.  He could feel
his cock hardening against her thigh as he pulled her that close against
himself. From the expression on her face, and her rosy blush, he knew that
Tracy had noticed that just as much as he had.  Then he pulled away long
enough to add, "But that's easy enough to correct." as he began to peel
off her jacket from her.  As he did, he realized that her blouse was
indeed silk, and now that it was wet, it was clinging rather nicely to her
smallish, but very attractive breasts, and he could even tell the pattern
of lace on her bra, not that she needed it.

  When she went to speak further, he put his fingers to her lips, and
shook his head.  I won't do anything you ask me not to, Tracy, But I do
know we've both felt this... pull, for a long time.  I felt it the first
time I saw you.  That's why I didn't kill you that first time.  He pulled
her in to kiss her again, and felt her returning his passion.

As her hands wandered lower, and finally stopped their exploring when they
found Vachon's ass, Vachon took that as some degree of invitation.  He was
still kissing her, but he deftly undid her pants and slid them down her
legs while still kissing her deeply, her tongue and his doing some wild
dance together all of their own, then he lifted her up slightly, so that
he could remove the slacks from her ankles.  When he returned his hands to
their previous location, he felt only skin, and that surprised him as
he figured Tracy for the type to wear panties, at least for work.  He
looked down at her, and realized that she was, they just weren't the kind
he pictured her wearing.  Instead of something highly functional and
fairly plain like he'd expected, she was wearing a pair of red lace
things.  He didn't know what the style was called, but they had a very
high leg, making own wonderfully long ones look even longer, and were what
one of the younger vampires he sort of knew from the Raven called
'Crack-Crawlers', very similar in style to some of the ones women wear
over leggings for exercising.  Vachon didn't know how practical they would
be for a cop at work, but Boy, did they look good.  He figured she'd had a
nice ass before.  Hell, he'd even been caught admiring it on occasion.
But these just made a good thing even better as far as he was concerned,
emphasizing all the right assets on her.

  Vachon knelt before Tracy then, and began kissing and licking her
abdomen as he slowly undid the lower button on her blouse.  As he slowly
made his way up her belly and then her chest, he discovered that the lace
bra that she was wearing was also red, and that it was a set with the
panties.  Once he had her shirt open completely, he stood up then removed
her blouse, before slowly turning her around, so that he could admire the
entire package.  The red lace bra was not designed for any kind of 
support.  In fact, there was not exactly much to it.  And what there was,
was missing a small cut on each cup, precisely in the right place to allow
for perky nipples to be noticed if not wearing her jacket.  Vachon was
actually quite surprised at this, although pleasantly so.  "Nice," he
grinned at her as her face began to attempt to match her underwear, "but I
really am surprised.  I kind of figured you more for cotton briefs and 
either a camisole or a sportsbra."  He leaned down and without removing
her bra, began to slowly suck and lick her nipples, one and then the
other, back and forth.

  This isn't my normal skivies, Vachon.  You had me pegged right.  This
was a gift from a cousin on my last birthday that I hadn't ever worn.  I
had no clean panties today, so I wore the set.

  Tracy shrugged, and Vachon pulled her close again, this time with her
back to him.  As he kissed her earlobes, he had one hand tracing the
patterns in the panty's lace, while the other was doing the same on the
lace of her bra.  Vachon was delighted to note that her nipples were still
perky, even thought he'd stopped playing with them exclusively, and his
fingers only danced over them now as he traced the patterns of lace...

  Tracy had finally gotten the nerve to bring her hand around to his
front, and was now stroking and rubbing the length of his shaft, massaging
it rather eagerly with one hand while rubbing his hip with the other.  As
he was behind her, this was taking some intense coordination.  "Ummm" she
murmured at him absently as he'd do something she particularly enjoyed,
her eyes closed and her head tipped back to rest on his shoulder, not even
aware that this action was exposing her throat to the vampire.  At that
point, she would not likely have even minded...

  Vachon was immensely enjoying Tracy's attentions to his manhood.  His
fangs had dropped, and his eyes had changed, so he simply kept his eyes
closed so as not to frighten Trace if she should happen to actually notice
his face...  And continued his ministrations to Tracy by feel.  He was
quite sure neither of them minded...  He discovered that her bra was one
of the ones that does up in the front...  He undid the single hook between
her breasts, and allowed the garment to fall open, hanging from her
shoulders, and fully exposing her breasts.  Then he slid the straps off of
her shoulders, down, and over her hands, and then flipped it over the 
shower door...

  Tracy noticed absently that the red dye in it wasn't colourfast and was
actually dripping a red-tinged water into the shower (and presumably onto
the bathroom floor), almost with the appearance of bloody water.  She did
not care...  As Vachon turned her around to face him, Tracy pushed down
her panties, and stepped out of them, hooking them with her toes and
lifting them to where she could take them in hand and hook them over the
door as well.

  Vachon had gotten himself under control sufficiently to open his eyes
again, and as he opened his eyes, he drank in the view before him.  "So,
you're a natural blonde, I see.  I'd wondered."

  "Vachon!"  Tracy flushed briefly, then answered him.  "Yes, I'm a
natural blonde.  Not quite as light there, but pretty close."

  "That's pretty common, actually."  Vachon knelt down before her, and
pushed his face into her wet pussy.  As he began licking and gently
nipping at her clit, which elicited excited moans from Tracy, he also
grabbed a bar of soap and began soaping her well muscled ass...  After
another minute or two, he stood up slowly, and began to soap Tracy all
over, taking special care around her lower lips.  "I don't know if soap is
still as harsh as it used to be, but a friend said she'd had someone do
this to her before she joined us, and that it almost burned that delicate
flesh."

  "If it starts to hurt or sting or anything, I'll let you know, Vachon."
Then she grinned mischievously, and proclaimed "Hey, it's my turn!"  She
grabbed the bar of soap from Vachon, and began to soap him down, enjoying
the feel of his slicked body under her touch...  She didn't have
particularly sharp fingernails, but what she had, she knew how to use to
tantalize Vachon's skin in the extreme... 

  As Tracy stood up, Vachon pulled her close, whispering in her ear.  "I
don't think I'll lose it, tonight. If you want to...  It's up to you,
though..."  Vachon pressed his fangs against her cheek, then spoke. "My
beast, as some of the others call it, is always close at hand, but
tonight, I think I can control it.  But it has to be your choice, your
decision.  You're the one who could lose..."

  In answer, Trace pushed his very turgid cock into herself, and then
balanced herself as she wrapped one of her lovely long legs around his
back, then she asked him if he was ready, and when he had said that he
was, and had his hands both firmly positioned on her derriere, she pulled
up her other leg and wrapped it around him as well, leaving the vampire to
support the weight of them both... 

  As Vachon was pumping her, rhythmically, stronger and with more force
than any human lover she had ever known, Tracy bit him, not so as to draw
blood, but sufficient that her sucking actions caused him to orgasm, and
left him with an incredibly obvious hickey on his neck.  As he leaned
against her against the tiled wall, he finally caught his breath.  "That
was either pretty brave or pretty stupid, Trace.  I almost lost it when
you did that.  I'm flattered that you trust me that much, but sometimes
trust isn't enough...  We were lucky, Trace.  YOU were lucky."  Vachon
opened his eyes, and Tracy saw them seeming to glow brightly.

  Tracy jumped slightly, still in his arms, but relaxed almost instantly.
The fact that she was still alive to hear it meant that he had controlled
this time, and the fact that he was letting her see what it did to him,
meant that it was a warning for next time, she hoped.  Tracy blushed
slightly.  "Sorry, Vachon.  I just didn't think about what it might do.
I'll know better next time..."  She began nuzzling him, in spite of his
fangs.

  Vachon grinned.  "Next time, huh?"  When Trace blushed, he added, "I
hope so." 

  Trace smiled playfully.  "Next time doesn't have to be too far off..."
She started to trace designs up and down his chest and abdomen with her
fingernail...  and then plying his ears and face with kisses...

  Vachon pulled her into another embrace, and kissed her deeply.  As she
responded in kind, their tongues began their own private dance together.
Tracy had moved her hand down and was again massaging Vachon's ass.  As
things were starting to heat up for them again, and Vachon's erection was
pressing hard against Tracy's pussy, Tracy suddenly let out a yelp, and
flung open the tub-surround door, practically flying out of the tub.
Vachon was laughing now, as he reached over and shut off the water, and
climbed out himself.  "It's just a little cold water, Trace.  It won't
kill ya."  He grinned, looking over at Tracy, he noticed she was covered
head to toe in goose-bumps.  A pretty picture, he decided, but he still
didn't like to see her uncomfortable.  "Here."  He grabbed a towel, and
wrapped it around her, then picked her up and carried Trace into the
bedroom.

  "So how long were you in the shower before I got home?  It shouldn't
have run out that quickly."  Tracy looked up into Vachon's deep, caring
eyes, and felt like melting.

  "Not very," he answered, as he tucked Tracy into bed. then perched on
the edge himself, still dripping.  "But WE were in there for quite a
while..."  Vachon leaned down and kissed Trace on the nose.  "I'll be back
in a minute."

   Tracy nodded, and wondered what he was doing after he left. She looked
at the clock, and realized that it was already dawn, and only a matter of
a minute or two til sunrise proper.  As Vachon came back in to the
bedroom, she smiled, beginning to look sleepy.  "I guess with the time
you'll be staying today, right?"

  "That's what the foil is for.  The sunlight doesn't come in directly, so
I'll be ok long enough to tape foil in your window.  But I don't want to
wait for it to get any stronger."

  Tracy watched him standing there naked, covering her window.  When he 
was done, she pushed the covers aside.  "Come on." she stated.

  When Vachon crawled into her bed with her, Tracy snuggled up in his
arms.  After a few minutes, Vachon, who was well aware of both of their
nakedness, could feel his cock beginning to harden again.  "You still want
to make the second time be tonight?" he whispered.

  In answer, Vachon only got a slight snore, quiet enough that anyone
without the benefit of vampiric hearing would not catch.

  ~She's far too comfortable with me for her own good.~ he thought quietly
to himself.  He placed one hand over her hip, nestling his fingers in her
pubic hair, and the other under her shoulders, pulling her closer, and
resting it on her breast. ~This should at least be a nice way to wake up.~
he thought, before he too fell asleep for the day.

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That's it!  Thanks for reading this, and I hope you enjoyed it.