Subject: 98-Impatience


Impatience
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by "Micki" Lynn McCormick
Sept 1998
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It was nearly dawn, and Vachon had settled for the day at the
church.  He wasn't alone, however.  His 'daughter' Urs was
planning on spending the day with him.  

Soon after they had settled into bed, Urs rolled over beside him,
and drew one of Vachon's arms across her, guiding his hand to
rest on the soft swell of her breast..  

Vachon opened his eyes, and propped himself up on his other
elbow.  "I thought you told me before I wasn't what you needed
any more." He kissed along her neck, and began to nibble gently
on her earlobe with his teeth.  His fangs had not yet decended.
He whispered in her ear, "That you wanted your space, your
freedom."  He felt her nipple hardening beneath his hand, and
began to play with her breast as well, adding to the effect.
"That was why I had been leaving before..."

Urs reached down below the blankets and finding his manhood,
began ministering to it, and effectively cutting off any further
potential conversation.  "A girl can change her mind can't she?"
She watched his eyes for signs of the change, leaned in to him
and drew her fingernail very slowly up his body, smiling as she
saw his eyes begin to fleck gold and feeling him shiver beneath
her touch.  "Or if you prefer, we can say it's for old time's
sake."  She leaned down and drew circles around his nipples with
her tongue as she began to toy with the hair running down his
chest.  Gold flecking her own eyes as her own fangs descended.

They necked and petted for another moment in silence, before
Vachon sat bolt upright, listening.

"What?"  Urs looked puzzled at Vachon.

He suddenly was standing beside the bed, handing her her
clothing.  "Tracy.  You'll find the other beds around still.
There's a couple down in the basement and one more up in the old
organ room on the mezzanine."  

"Vachon, you here?"  Tracy's voice rang through the old building.

"Go.  Quickly."  He gave Urs a quick kiss as she dressed in
vampiric speed.

"You're really interested in her?"

"I told her you weren't my type anymore, or rather you said I
wasn't yours.  Hurry.  She's already near the stairs."

"It's our nature.  No relationship is permanent, but it's pretty
much inevitable they'll be renewed sooner or later."  Urs started
to step into her shoes, changed her mind and picked them up.

"You know that, and so do I.  Tracy doesn't, and unless she
specifically asks or decides to join us, she won't."  He listened
to her call again, and whispered, "Go!"  Vachon looked for his
own clothes, and decided there wasn't time.  He slid back into
the bed, grabbing a bottle on the way.  

Just as the side door to his room closed, the one before him
opened and Tracy's blonde head poked around the corner.  "You
awake?"

Vachon took a swig of the bottle, and sat it down beside the bed.
"Trace.  I was just thinking about you."  He didn't miss her
blush or her heartrate pick up a little as she took in his words
and the sight of his gold-flecked eyes and bare chest.  "What's
up?"

"Ahh... nothing, really.  My landlord is painting my apartment
today, and I wondered if you might want some company for the day,
or if I should just head to a motel?"  Tracy wasn't quite sure
now if she should be asking.  She knew she didn't want to join
the ranks of the undead, at least not yet, but she did like the
way his voice deepened a touch whenever his vampire emerged.  She
eyed the bottle in his hand.  "Assuming it's safe, I mean."

"If you wanted safe, you wouldn't have come back when I was
looking for my hand, you wouldn't come looking for me at the
Raven when you know it's full of my kind, and you wouldn't walk
into the bedroom of a man you know so little about."

He sat up in the bed and took a long pull from the bottle.
"It's as safe as it'll ever be Trace.  You want to stay?"

Tracy blushed.  "Yeah.  If you don't mind."  He gestured for her
to drop her belongings in the chair.  "Thanks."  Tracy looked
around and realized that chair was the only place to sit in the
room besides on the bed.  She sat on the edge of the bed
gingerly, as if expecting it to bite her or something.

Vachon smiled, which reasured her.

"I really appreciate this, Vachon.  I wasn't sure if..."  She
shook her head.  "So, where will I be?"  

Vachon watched her bite her lower lip nervously.  Or anxiously,
perhaps.  He smiled but said nothing as he flipped down the
bedding beside him, where Urs had so recently vacated.

Tracy's eyes widened.  "Really?"  It sounded to Vachon more like
someone who couldn't believe her good fortune than someone
unhappy with the idea.  When he just blinked and nodded, Tracy
pulled off her blouse and slacks, and folded them on top of her
shoes and socks.  She kept her back to Vachon and slid under the
covers beside him.

"You really sleep in your underwear?"

"Not usually, I usually have a nightie or pajamas.  Unless I'm
really hot."  Tracy missed her own double entendre, although the
spanish vampire didn't.  

He smiled, and turned on his side facing her.  He placed a hand
on her abdomen.  "I think you're pretty hot."  He ran his hand up
to the clasp between her breasts and undid it, one handed, all
the while gazing into her plesantly surprised eyes.

His vampiric hearing picked up a whisper which was barely audible
to him, and which there was no way his mortal bedmate would hear.
"Sure, I get him ready to go, and she comes along and enjoys the
pleasures!"  He pressed his face against Tracy's shoulder and
kissed her, resisting the urge to comment back to Urs.

Vachon quickly ripped Tracy's panties off, making her start.
"Vachon!  I'll be going straight to work from here tomorrow.  How
will it look if I don't have my panties?"

"Very beautiful, Querida," he murmered, then pushed the covers
lower, and quickly tore away the straps of her bra as well.
"Very beautiful indeed."  He pulled the now rags away from her
body, and slid closer to her.  Placing one hand on hers, he
guided it to his eager member, and smiled as Tracy inhaled
sharply, then blushed.  

"Vachon..."  Tracy breathed his name, and began to rub her hand
up and down the length of his manhood, as her vampiric lover
placed his hand between her legs, and pressed his hand into the
warmth of her mound.  Soon he had established a rhythm, stroking
her clit with his thumb while he caressed her inside with his
fingers, and all the while licking and sucking on first one
breast then the other.

"Vachon, I want to feel you inside of me...  I want to feel you
come within..." Tracy gasped under his ministrations.  "Is that
possible?  Can we do that, with you being..." she looked in
his eyes and blushed again as she mimed biting.

"If I have blood it is... I want you too, Trace...  I want to be
inside you too...  I won't drain you, I promise...  But it is the
only way we can..."  Vachon's eyes were golden now, and his voice
almost a throaty purr or growl.  "Let me drink of you, Trace, and
we can be one..."

"It'll be safe?"

"You don't want safe, Querida.  You never have."  He growled low
in his his throat.  "But yes, I won't kill you, if that's what
you mean."

Tracy sucked in her breath, her decision made.  Slowly she
climbed on top of Vachon and guided him within her.  As he began
to pump her, she tilted her head.

"Wait, Querida."  

When he could tell Tracy was close to her own orgasm, he pulled
her body toward him as she rode him, and took her breast into his
mouth, then bit near her nipple.  With the first taste of her
blood, Vachon came to her, pumping himself into her.  As she felt
him coming within her, she climaxed with him, and gasped his name
as a wave of the orgasm flooded her body.

As they rode out their passion, Tracy slumped against Vachon once
he let her breast free.  Soon they were both asleep in a tangle
of arms and legs.

Quietly Urs crept into the room and pulled the blankets up over
them.  While the lack of heating in the church might not be a
problem for their kind, she didn't think Vachon would want his
mortal lover to fall ill from having caught cold while they
slept.  She bent down and kissed Vachon's forehead, and looked at
Tracy, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face and watched as
Tracy wrinkled her nose slightly.

Then she left to find her own room.

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