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Cool Fires

The glow from the fireplace enveloped the room like a warm embrace: It's
heat a complete contrast to its only occupant. The clock on the mantle
began to chime. Four o'clock. Where was she?

For the hundredth time in an hour, LaCroix attempted to return his
attention to his book. A moment later, he slammed it shut. He looked up
at the clock yet again, and sighing, he stood. He began pacing in front of
the fireplace.

The intricacies of his daughter's behaviour perplexed him. She was soft
and at the same time, immovably stubborn, like granite. He shook his head
at himself. She was not young or inexperienced; there was no cause for
concern. Still, he paced.

As Janette ascended the stairs leading to the private apartment above The
Raven, she stopped. She could sense him, which was unusual. He was
worried; even more unusual. She smiled slightly, knowing that as soon as
she opened the door, he would pretend that he hadn't been waiting for her,
much less been worried about her. On some level, she didn't want to be the
cause for concern, but on another, she liked his attention.

Janette quickly rose the last few steps and slipped her key into the lock.
As she opened the door, she caught her breath. LaCroix was standing ramrod
straight and as still as a marble statue, staring directly at her. The
light emanating from the fireplace behind him, added to his bigger than
life persona. He continued to stare, unblinkingly into her eyes.

She faltered only briefly, covering it by turning her back to him, to close
the door. He just stared, saying nothing. She turned back around.

"LaCroix," she said simply, nodding her head at him as she set her keys
down on the table.

He remained silent, and for a moment, she wondered if he was upset with
her. She looked into his eyes, and was surprised to find a slight look of
yearning staring back at her.

"What is it?"

LaCroix closed the distance between them slowly, until his body was
pressing into hers. He held her eyes with his own, words quickly becoming
unnecessary. Gently, he took her face in his hands. Janette felt a moment
of what could only be identified as panic. He had not approached her in
this way for centuries. She waited, almost holding her breath, uncertain.

A sensual smile curved his lips. He bent down slightly, as he gently
pulled her face toward his. As he placed his lips ever so softly on hers,
Janette's breath caught in her throat. She had forgotten how soft and
smooth his lips felt upon her own.

Sensing her delight in the feel of his lips, LaCroix lingered there,
sweetly touching his mouth to hers. He could feel her desire for him
growing, and he responded by pulling her mouth into his with a deep kiss.

Janette moaned as his tongue rhythmically rolled in and out of her mouth.
She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer. She could feel his
arousal pressing into her. As he continued to kiss her, she caressed his
back and shoulders with her hands.

After a few more moments, he slowly pulled his mouth away and looked into
her eyes. Did she want him after all these centuries? Her eyes gripped
his, passion pouring out of them. LaCroix smiled, and allowed his hands to
rediscover the curves of the body that he once knew very well.

Janette gently unbuttoned his jacket, sliding it off of his arms. He
smiled as he let her open his shirt. Seductively, Janette slid her hands
along his bare chest, up to his shoulders, then gently removed his shirt,
as her hands moved down his arms.

She looked up at him, to find that the smile had turned to a look of lust,
and his eyes were glowing golden orbs of desire. He reached for the
lacings of her dress, but she grabbed his hands and stared into his eyes:
Not yet.

He slowly dropped his hands and stood still as Janette placed tender, soft
kisses on his chest. A groan escaped his lips as she neared his neck, and
then she took his face in her hands, caressing his mouth with her tongue.

His fangs descended, almost piercing her tongue, as he allowed himself to
fall prey to her hands, which were lightly stroking his body. Then he
suddenly growled, pulling her forcibly away from him. She looked at him
sharply, until she realised that he was fighting against his own arousal,
against the feeling that he was losing control. Janette sensed the doubt
within him; it had been so long. She caressed his face with her hand. His
eyes were glowing almost red with hunger; she pulled his face toward hers
and lightly touched her lips to his, calming his self-effacing fears.

LaCroix responded to her by plunging his tongue deeply into her mouth. His
hands moved smoothly from her waist, down over her hips, caressing her
buttocks. Janette's fangs dropped onto his tongue, cutting it slightly.
The taste of his blood in her mouth only served to ignite her already
building passion. She wanted more. She wanted to drink of him, and once
again connect to him in a way that no mortal would ever understand.

He could feel her excitement, and he used it as leverage against his own
spiraling control. He began to kiss her neck, and Janette growled in
response. LaCroix pulled back, once again the master of his emotions,
willing himself to remain calm. Staring into her glowing eyes, he untied
the lacings of the top of her dress. He watched her face as it registered
the pleasure of his hands gently fondling her breasts beneath the material.

Once again, he covered her mouth with his own, as his hands deftly released
the rest of the buttons and lacings on the front of Janette's dress. He
allowed the dress to fall from her, not at all surprised to discover the
lack of undergarments. He took a step back, wishing to view the beauty of
the body he had once known so well. He could feel his erection straining
against his pants, but he would not allow it to control him.

In a smooth movement, LaCroix wrapped her in his arms, picked her up and
gently placed her on the soft throw rug in front of the fireplace. The
shadows of the flames flickered across them like dancing ghost images. His
hands began stroking the length of her body, while he kissed her erect
nipples.

Janette moaned as she opened her glowing eyes to look into his. She wanted
him as she had wanted no other. She needed to have him, completely. Her
red eyes bore pleadingly into him.

"LaCroix......please..."

In answer, he kissed her mouth, deeply. This would be at his pace, or not
at all. Frustrated, Janette ran her hand along the front of his pants,
lingering with slow moving circles over the bulge she found there. Her
hands felt good, and involuntarily, he groaned.

Interpreting his moan as acquiescence, Janette undid his belt buckle, and
started for the zipper on his pants. His hand gently restrained hers. She
glared at him.

"LaCroix......"

He smiled at her, releasing her hand. Janette quickly unbuttoned and
unzipped his pants, practically ripping them off of him. She ran her hands
down his back, beneath the elastic of his underwear, where she kneaded his
buttocks. She let her hands move to the sides of his hips, and she gently
pulled the underwear down and off of him, finally releasing his erection
completely. His sensual body felt luxurious on top of her own.

LaCroix placed his hands on her face, and for a moment, two pairs of
glowing eyes held each other. He buried his tongue into her mouth, a
symbolic promise of the moment he would bury himself deeply into her.
Janette reached her arms around him, trying to pull his body even closer.
He ran his hands down the length of her once again.

He lingered on her breasts, gently teasing them with the back of his hand.
Janette moaned and pulled his hips down, hard, onto hers. Sensing that she
would explode soon, he finally spoke.

"Shh......Janette, slow down."

"LaCroix," her voice sounded strained, almost desperate, "please, I want to
feel you."

He caressed her gyrating hips with his hands, and his voice was barely a
whisper, husky with his own lust.

"I want you to enjoy it, slowly, Janette. Patience....."

She pulled at his hips, and took his mouth with hers, violently pushing her
tongue into him. He pulled away and gently kissed her neck. Janette could
no longer stand it, a whimper escaping from her lips. LaCroix stroked her
belly with his hands, and as he saw fangs flashing toward his neck, he
pushed a finger into her.

Janette screamed, her teeth sinking into the flesh of his neck. She felt
blinded by the power of her body convulsing in orgasm. She could taste his
passion for her in his blood, it made her want more. He made no move to
pull away from her, allowing her to drink her fill. Once she pulled away
from his neck, he softly kissed her mouth. She responded gently, rubbing
his back with her hands.

LaCroix felt his control slipping slightly; he needed his own release.
Continuing to kiss her, he let his right hand begin rubbing her clit. He
could feel her arousal beginning again, and he applied more pressure with
his hand. Janette's pleasure from his loving touch rippled through her
entire body, and he responded by gently pushing a finger into her wet
opening. She gasped, and he inserted another finger. With his thumb, he
continued to rub her and he slowly thrust his fingers in and out of her.

Janette allowed her hands to move down him, massaging his smooth skin. She
reached around the front of him, and gently took his throbbing cock into
her hand. She began to stroke it lightly and quickly. He groaned with
pleasure at the feel of her soft hands rubbing him.

The motion of his fingers inside her were driving her toward culmination.
With her free hand, Janette stopped his thrusting. He looked questioningly
into her eyes, but saw that she wanted to take control, even if it were
only for awhile. He removed his hand from her, and allowed her to roll on
top of him. She continued to stroke his penis with feather light movements
as she kissed his chest, making her way down the length of him.

As she kissed his lower abdomen, LaCroix growled. Janette smiled at him.
She stopped rubbing him and she began to knead his thighs, while continuing
to kiss the area right above his pubic bone. She could sense that his
control was waning. She moved her mouth down, kissing everywhere but where
he wanted her to, driving him to a level of frustration he had not
previously known. Her hands moved from his thighs to the taunt sac which
held his testicles. She gently teased it with her hands, then her mouth.

She heard another growl, and felt his hands grip her head. She pulled
away. Smiling, she pinned his hands to the floor, gently kissing his
balls. He was quickly losing control, and she sensed that he was on the
verge of screaming in frustration. Janette took his cock into her mouth in
an almost violent motion. LaCroix cried out from the sensation. She
released his hands, and once again, he put them on her head, encouraging
her to slide up and down the length of his shaft.

Janette lovingly held him in her mouth, caresing him with her tongue, and
moving him in and out. He moaned so deeply and with such pleasure, Janette
almost stopped what she was doing to him out of slight surprise. He was
very close to erupting, but he knew it was too soon. He gently pulled
Janette's mouth off of his swollen girth. She looked at him, slightly
disappointed.

His voice was heavy with emotion and lust, "It feels too good, Janette......"

He couldn't complete the thought, because he was so distracted by the
aching need he felt. Instead, he pulled her toward him, until her hips
were over his face. LaCroix guided her down onto his mouth. He took her
breath away with flicks of his tongue on her most sensitive spot. As she
began to move her hips, he pushed two fingers into her, and pressed his
tongue hard and with a deliberate motion across her clit. When he felt
that her orgasm was close, he stopped and in a swift motion, laid her on
her back, and pressed himself on top of her.

Janette could feel her own lubrication as it flowed from her in
anticipation of him.

"LaCroix...."

He placed his hard cock at her opening. She shivered as he applied slight
pressure to her clit with his thumb. He rubbed her slowly, and allowed the
very tip of his penis to enter her. She moaned. He continued to rub her,
steadily. Her hips were bucking against him, almost causing him to slide
completely into her, but still her waited. When he sensed that she
couldn't take it any more, he gently and very slowly thrust his hips
forward. Janette cried out, wanting more.

"Easy," he whispered, "I want us both to remember the moment."

He pulled back slowly, continually rubbing her, then he thrust forward
again. Several more times, he would pull almost completely out, then push
into her not quite completely, causing her to gasp on his forward motion.
He pulled back again and she moaned. This time when he moved slowly
forward into her, she reached behind him, and pulled his hips toward her,
slamming him home. LaCroix cried out from the sensation it caused. The
heat and wetness of her womb brought him to the edge. For a moment he
remained still, pushed all the way into her. Janette wanted release.

"Please, mon amour....."

LaCroix began to thrust in a steady rhythm, and Janette moaned with every
push of his hips. The feel of her tight opening on his swollen cock as it
thrust in and out, felt exquisite to him. He wanted nothing more than to
speed up and satisfy his throbbing organ, but he knew that she preferred a
steady, slow rhythm. He maintained the ardent motion until she screamed,
once again sinking her fangs into him, drinking in his essence.

With Janette sated, LaCroix let himself drive. He sped up his motion until
the friction of her wetness against his plunging cock overtook him. He
screamed in release as he spilled into her. His head instinctively reared
back as he prepared to strike. With a final thrust into her, LaCroix sank
his fangs into the large vein in her neck. Her blood exploded onto his
tongue and he relished the love and devotion that he found in her.

He gently withdrew his fangs from her flesh, as his eyes reverted to their
normal icy blue. For a moment, the two immortals lie there, exhausted.
When he finally began to pull out of her, she held his hips with her hands.

"Non, please, not yet...."

He smiled at her and gently kissed her mouth. She wrapped her arms around
his back, and he let himself sink into her embrace. His body rested
tightly against hers. It had been far too long.

FIN