This one's for the Night Shift (Knight Shift?) folks. A bit of a private challenge that I hope others enjoy. This is an adult story intended for adult audiences only. If it's not legal for you to read such things, or if this type of story offends you, please don't read it. As always, feedback is welcome. Permission given to archive at fkfanfic website as well as the JADFE site, and the Night Shift archives. No other permission is granted to repost/reprint/reuse. If you're interested drop me a line. This story is based on characters and situations that aren't mine. Thanks to TPTB for their use. "All Things Are Possible" (01/02) by S. Clark Tracy had seen him as a friend. Almost as a brother, even. And that was it. Or, had been it. It changed the day she caught him in a towel, and nothing else. She'd stopped by his place. He, obviously, wasn't expecting company. Something about him, about the way he looked, the way he moved. She knew, regardless of the cost, she had to have him. She began dressing more provocatively. Just a touch. A little more skin showing than usual. Something he might notice, were he looking for such things. It made no difference. If he noticed, he certainly didn't betray those feelings with action, or with words. When she felt she couldn't bear the wait any longer, she invited him to dinner. He'd was hesitant to accept, but finally agreed. It was a perfectly planned evening of seduction. Except for that one little problem. As she answered the door dressed in a skimpy black dress, she couldn't help but notice his eyes widen. Step one, catch him off-guard. Successful. Next, step two. That step, in simple terms, was to jump his bones. After all, he was a man, right? He seemed interested in women. Could he truly resist if she threw herself at him? Exactly when the act would occur wasn't as well defined. Tracy figured at some point, he'd have to give her some sort of an opening. The two of them sat on the couch and made small talk. She poured two glasses of wine. Any chance possible, she edged closer. In a very short time, she had him backed into the corner of the couch. She slipped a hand onto his shoulder, and started playing with the curls behind his ear. He looked ready to bolt out of his seat. But there was something else. Something kept him in place, near her. Tracy let her hand trail down behind his ear, down the side of his neck. That's when it happened. It was unexpected, to say the least. But, in other ways, many things suddenly began to make sense. As he looked at her, asking what she was doing, his eyes flashed to gold. His fangs dropped. It was then she realized her partner was a vampire. And, partially due to her actions, an aroused vampire. ### He explained later that her actions came as a shock. But at that moment, he didn't want to discuss specifics. Nor did he want to explain himself. It was more than apparent that she'd been coming onto him for some time. And, he confessed, he found her an attractive woman. She'd made herself available to him, and he wanted her. But Tracy was angry. She stood up, backed away. She yelled at him for not being truthful with her. The vampire enjoyed this anger, this energy. It spurred him on. He backed her against a wall, pushing himself against her, letting her feel as well as see the physical affect she had upon him. Her anger was gone in the first kiss, lost to lust. This emotion, the one that had brought them together, reasserted itself. Tracy realized there'd be plenty of time to talk, later. She smiled as she thought back to that first coupling. It had been raw, animal. She never expected such depths hidden within the person she had come to think of as her old, dull partner. But after, as they lay in each others arms, something else emerged. Another feeling, one of closeness, of caring. Dare she think it, did she actually felt love for him? And what did that mean for him, and for his relationship with Natalie? She didn't even want to consider what Vachon might say, or what he might do. Still, all those concerns melted away when they were together. And, working closely as they did, it seemed relatively easy to find the time, the stolen minutes or hours. Time to be with each other. ### This one's for the Night Shift (Knight Shift?) folks. A bit of a private challenge that I hope others enjoy. This is an adult story intended for adult audiences only. If it's not legal for you to read such things, or if this type of story offends you, please don't read it. As always, feedback is welcome. Permission given to archive at fkfanfic website as well as the JADFE site, and the Night Shift archives. No other permission is granted to repost/reprint/reuse. If you're interested drop me a line. This story is based on characters and situations that aren't mine. Thanks to TPTB for their use. "All Things Are Possible" (02/02) by S. Clark The truly special times were those when they had an entire night, or day, together. Although these times had none of the excitement of the quick stops in the park, they were fulfilling in their closeness, their feelings of peace, and togetherness. Nick would book a hotel suite. Something downtown, something fancy. She didn't know what the cost was. That was something he never mentioned, something she never asked. And he'd send roses. Full, heavy, red blossoms. His way of announcing the event, of requesting her presence. She never refused his invitation. These cherished times quickly fell into a pattern. She'd arrive after he had already checked in. Each was hesitant about arriving together. She'd take a cab. He'd get there, somehow, leaving his caddie back at the loft. It wasn't that they were ashamed to together. They just knew it was possible they'd be seen, and be found out. While she was certain their personal relationship could withstand disclosure, Tracy wasn't sure the professional relationship could ever recover. That was the big fear, being separated as partners. Neither of them wanted that. And they worked well as a team, when it came to police matters. As for the rest, that worked well, also. During these magical times, hidden away in their secluded enclave, her attire would be a black satin and lace teddy. Something silky, and sheer. When they first started these meetings, he'd generally wear only a robe. After their third or fourth time together, he forgot all about the robe. So, there he'd be. Naked. Awaiting her arrival. Her romantic savage. Her warrior poet. Champion of her heart. It was easy to imagine him as a knight. And a conqueror. Seeking redemption through their joining. Seeking to escape his eternal life, to love as a man, or as close as he might attempt. But it always came back to the blood. He needed it to fulfill the act. Yet he refused to take hers. Even as she was screaming his name, begging, he'd refuse. Relief was furnished, generally, from a small silver flask. Later, after the passion was quelled, she'd praise him for his restraint, and snuggle closer to his bare form. But in her dreams, she couldn't help but wonder what heights they'd reach if their lives were lived within the same world. Even with the limitations, making love to Nick had its rewards. She appreciated the fact he was very willing to give a woman pleasure. Unlike previous lovers, he knew how to give, as well as to receive. When she came to him, wearing the small, revealing teddy, he'd being the slow task of exposing her body. Clothing was not just ripped away and tossed aside in clumsy pawing. Instead, it was carefully, slowly, peeled back at what could seem like an agonizingly slow pace. His mouth was his primary organ of exploration. Those gentle lips, starting with her face, her mouth. Soon working down her throat. He paid liberal attention to each breast, each nipple, before moving down her form. By the time he was to her waist, he'd change the attack. Rather than continuing down, he'd often go to her feet, and start working his way up. His tongue sought out a path up her legs, up her inner thighs. Her panties were soaked with her wetness by the time he'd arrive back at her warm core, her hidden sex. But even after stripping the last of her garment away, he still found ways to tease. Sucking and licking at her sensitive nub, then backing off. Bringing her towards the peak, and pulling her back. Finally, as she begged, pleaded, he'd bring her to a release. As she descended from her peaks of ecstasy, he'd be there, waiting, wanting to continue on with the process. Wanting to search for new ways to please her. Sometimes, she'd attempt to bring him pleasure in a similar way, working on his hardened shaft with her mouth. Teasing the sensitive skin with her tongue, her teeth. His growls of pleasure, echoing within his chest. Or, they would join together in one of a variety of positions. Nick was well schooled when it came to the possibilities of positioning. And, was more than capable of providing pleasure in this method. They'd find a mutual release in this manner. She, in her human way. He, both as man and vampire. Then, lying in each other's arms, they'd doze off in a light slumber. With Nick's unique physiology, he never failed to awaken ready for another bout. Tracy felt she'd be remiss were she not also up to the challenge. Whether it was in the jacuzzi, or before the fire, he wanted to share all possibilities with her. His desire was to help her to experience all he could of the pleasures he had learned. As enjoyable as these sessions were, Tracy felt they were far too brief, and far too few. She'd cry when it was time for them to part. And her tears would be joined by his. They felt exiled. Rejected from their secluded world. Back to their established lives, their lives apart. Back to living for the stolen moments, the stolen nights, that they could share together. ### So it went, so they continued, until that night. The night it all fell apart. The night Nick was shot. She knew she had to play the scene as if Nick was human. The tears were real. She had no idea what might happen to him. Could he really be dead? Would he leave? And what would become of them? No, there was no reason to fake tears. Natalie had come, as Tracy hoped. She didn't know what exactly the coroner had done, what lies were told, but it had worked. At least to a point. Tracy nervously asked if she could see Nick. Maybe seeing that he actually was alive would help, would make it real. Would give her hope. But those thoughts were crushed when it was apparent he lost his memories. Not only his memories of her, but of them. To make things worse, at this time he turned to Natalie. Her friend, her rival. Tracy realized if it hadn't been Natalie, it would be LaCroix. Maybe it still would be. Knowing this, understanding this, didn't make the reality any easier. But that didn't mean she wouldn't again have her chance. They'd again work together. And, eventually, his memories could return. All memories, including the memories of her, of them. And although she found it heartbreaking to be so close, but have to stay at a distance, that hope warmed her. It sustained her. And, she knew one day they would again be together. Again be as one. All things are possible.