Rating: NC-17


"Private Dance"
by Shana Nolan
Copyright 1999
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He actually had to work tonight, but Tracy found herself still in the mood to dance, 
not that it was really her fault.

For three months she had been on that stage at the Coneja Rosa, playing alter-ego Tera, 
flamenco dancer and consort to the surprisingly sexy Miklos.

Not that they had ever done anything beyond the passionate gypsy dance, much to 
Vachon's joy.

Vachon.  He was such a pain in the butt sometimes.  He came to the flamenco club 
regularly now, and Tracy had to wonder if he was watching her to watch her or watching 
to make sure the Raven's bartender behaved with her.  It was making her mad, largely 
because he had done nothing -but- watch.  Maybe if the Spanish cabron had bothered to 
act, she wouldn't be here happily entertaining herself with lewd thoughts.

Looking up as he put away glasses under the bar, Miklos gave her a wink, making the 
blonde grin as she sipped at her drink.   Sitting at a back table, obscured in dusky 
coloured shadows, the off duty homicide cop wanted to enjoy her evening.

But since he was working all night, she figured she'd stop by and meet him there. 
While she was on shift earlier, she had had a few lacivious ideas, most of which she 
sternly bit her lip and refused to give up when Nick caught her giggling at her desk.   

Yeah, like he would approve of them...  she was still pretty sure he didn't even know 
how she looked in a long black wig.

Alma walked over with a fresh glass, setting it on the table.  "Miklos says he gets 
off in an hour and to wait for him."

Tracy nodded. "Oh, not a problem."

The vampiric waitress raised an eyebrow and left, cutting through the weaving crowd.   
Sitting alone at her table, her thoughts once again drifting right back to how the 
Greek looked in a tight pair of pants, Tracy couldn't help but smile when the speakers 
mounted around the dance floor began to pump out the first strains of Vast's "Pretty 
When You Cry."

~How fitting.~  Resisting the urge to get up and join the swaying crowd of half-drunk 
patrons, she chose to sit and watch him, licking her lips when he glanced up and met 
her eyes.

Nearly dropping the glass he was drying, Miklos shook his head.   Was she trying to 
get herself in trouble?  Looking back the blonde's way, he watched her take a very 
deliberate sip of her drink.

Apparently his name was "Trouble" now... and he didn't mind a bit.  He glanced at his 
watch.  Forty minutes... damn.

"Hey, Alma, favour... "

The waitress laughed.  "Yeah, whatever, go and play with your mortal.   We got it 
here."

Dropping the towel on the bar, he grinned and made his way around, cutting back 
around the crowd as stealthily as a panther through the jungle.  Coming up behind 
Tracy a few minutes later, setting olive skinned hands on her shoulders and kneeling 
down to whisper in her ear, he purred, "Hallo, Beauty."

Immediately curbing the urge involving a flat surface, whipped cream and 
Mister Looks-good-in-leather-pants, Tracy leaned her head back.  "Thought you were 
still on shift."

He laughed, a deep rumbling sound that vibrated in his chest.  "Well, I'm normally 
a hard worker, but you're here and the club is quiet tonight."

"Oh, really... do tell... "

He chuckled. "Now, now, pretty.  Get up and dance with me."

Uncrossing her legs, pushing the chair out, Tracy stood slowly, smoothing the 
skirt.  She had changed out of her pants and blazer combo before coming here, 
choosing to don a thigh brushing black skirt, a rouge silk blouse and black heels.  
Bending over in an intentional sort of teasing way, she reached into her purse, 
pulling free one of "Tera's" costume scarves.

Stepping right close to the dark vampire before her, mere inches away from his 
cool body, she cast a quick glance over him.  Black leather pants, black collared 
shirt, black combat boots and a smile to send parental units running for the local 
nunnery's phone number.

Beautiful.   

Slipping her arms over him as they stepped slowly in to the throng of dancers, 
she pulled the scarf down around his trim waist, sliding up against his body.  
His smile grew wicked as she swayed her hips, moving against him in rhythm to the 
music.

""i didn't want to hurt you baby
 i didn't want to hurt you 
 but you're pretty when you cry""

The beat was contagious, and even though it was a synthesiser and electric guitar 
rather than native drum and Spanish guitar, it didn't seem to matter.  They still 
could move to it.

Well, that, and half the stuff she was doing tonight would give poor Don Castillo a 
heart attack.  He had wanted her from the second she had showed him that even a 20th 
century Canadian cop could embody gypsy passion; now, as he got the up close and 
intimate sensations of her body pressed to his, he wondered if he could now contain 
himself.  

""all her will to compromise""

The red and black beadwork scarf was working its way slowly around his torso, taunting 
him with ideas.  Finally grabbing the ends from her hands, Miklos wrapped his hands 
around her small waist, pulling the fringed ends with him, binding her where she was.

Tracy laughed, leaning back, bringing her leg up to balance herself, accidentally 
brushing nyloned thigh against leather covered thigh.  It was enough to send a shudder 
up his spine, waking the Beast up just enough to remind him just how sweet her blood 
smelled.  

""i didn't want to fuck you baby
  i didn't want to fuck you
  but you're pretty when you're mine""

Catching the brief moan of pleasure that escaped him, the blonde brought her head 
back up, resting her flushed cheek against his cool one.  "Do you want to know why I 
came here tonight?" was her lilting whisper.

"Why, beauty?"

Unable to see her face, Miklos missed the glint in her blue eyes as she slid down 
his body a little, her waist brushing past his groin and the ever increasing bulge of 
interest.  "For you.  I've been satisfied enough watching those hips move apart from 
me, now I want them moving against me... "

The vampire swallowed.  

"Well, and inside me, but that's not actually your hips I'm referring to... "

"Beauty... " 

Pulling one of his hands from her waist and sliding it over a buttock, she guided 
strong fingers just underneath her skirt hem, his eyes widening as he discovered that 
the only underwear she had on consisted of a thong, and a damned small one at that.  
"You can say no, I'll respect your choice."

About to open his mouth and vocalise his response, he tossed decorum aside, crushing 
his body against hers, bringing her lips to his in an unrestrained kiss.

Standing back at the bar, rag in hand, Alma grinned at the other waitress. "Okay, 
pay up, he caved."  

Grousing and digging into her pocket, the vampiress handed over part of her tips.  
"That'll teach me to bet against him."

Alma laughed and turned her attention back to the pair heating up the dance floor.

Embroiled in a lip lock that was anything but platonic, Tracy could feel herself 
being slowly moved out of the light and up against a wall, Miklos' superior strength 
pushing her up a little off the ground.  His hands were roaming freely over her body 
now, feeling with cool fingertips her mortal and distinctly feminine curves.  Her hands 
were currently plying loose the silvery buttons of his shirt, pushing the fabric off 
his smooth chest, slipping her hands underneath his ribcage as she bit down on his 
tongue.

Jumping back, realising with a wry twist of irony that someone who was sexually 
aggressive probably preferred the attentions of an immortal creature over the men of 
mortal blood, he pulled her legs up and around his waist, the scarf tangling in her 
heels.   His pants, although very comfortable in the normal activities of his night, 
were far too tight now, a fact which she was also aware of as he rubbed his restrained 
erection against her pelvic mound.

Breaking the kiss, about to set lips to the virgin flesh of her neck, Miklos froze 
as a comment wafted their way.

"Wow, how is it that I come here every night and I never get that kind of attention?"

Tracy, beyond the modesty to blush, looked past the mass of slick black curls to grin 
and whisper to her dance partner, "Unless you want to give them a show... "

He kept his mouth close to her throat, inhaling the scent of her skin and the blood 
that was so close underneath it.  So intoxicating...  

Sliding a hand from its resting place on her ass, he raised his head just enough to 
let the word whisper by her ear in the form of teasing breath.  "Roof."

She arched an eyebrow.  "Ever the showman."

"Just the way you like it, beauty."

Releasing her legs from his waist, setting feet on the ground, Tracy walked around 
him, retrieving her scarf and draping it around her shoulders.   "Come on... even my 
patience 
has limits."

A glint in his dark eyes as he shrugged his shirt back onto his shoulders, Miklos took 
up behind the blonde, angling his hips slightly as to not give away to the Raven patrons 
just how close he had come to taking her right there and then.

Little details in life.

Arriving a few minutes later, the cool night air blowing through her thin clothes, 
Tracy spotted a perfect niche for them, grabbing Miklos' hand and pulling him that way.  
Settling against the hard casing of part of the electrical housing, she took the 
chance to latch a hand around his belt, undoing the buckle with her right hand and 
pulling it free, dropping the belt and then her scarf to the ground a metre or so away.  
Grunting as some of the tension eased, he pressed her lean body against the metal 
wall, using his hands to pull loose her blouse, undoing the buttons as he took her 
mouth once more, suckling at her lower lip.  

Practically ripping the garment off her arms, exposing the small and revealing lace 
bra, he broke the kiss, moving down a little, taking a single nipple between his lips, 
suckling the bud through the fabric, hearing her gasp and then moan.  His hand 
drifted down her front, alighting across her other breast, past her waist, down her 
thigh and then under her skirt, pressing fingers boldly into her sex.

If she could have quantified everything she wanted from him in one moment, this would 
have been a damned good start. Moving hips against his hand, inciting him to press 
harder, deeper, faster, she let him shift the small piece of fabric aside, his cool 
fingertips now tracing cruel patterns against her hot, wet flesh.

It was enough to drive a girl crazy. 

His eyes half closed, partially obscuring the gold hue overriding his dark irises, 
he felt her writhe against him.   Grazing descended fangs over her breast, using his 
free hand to pin her, he trailed the tip of his tongue gently along the nipple just 
before piercing it with a single fang as he penetrated her with a finger.

She screamed, pulling in a sharp breath as he lapped at the flow of blood, drinking 
of her sweet essence.  She couldn't hardly think straight, not that she was complaining.  
The only thought that entered her mind was an errant desire to feel him, his penis, 
inside her, and not just the finger that was currently driving her over the edge.

Stemming the bloodflow with a caress of vampiric saliva, a pale thin trail of crimson 
working its way down her front, Miklos stood, level with her face.  Curling her lip 
in a sharp smile, she latched a hand behind his head, pulling him close, stealing a 
blood-laden kiss.

~Yes,~ Miklos mused as her other hand slid down his waist to loose the pants fly, 
~this one is different.~ 

Both his hands free, he quickly undid the button and slid the zipper down, pushing the 
leather pants just below his firm ass, his erection freed from its prison to stand 
free.  Tracy's hand found it a moment later, wrapping dextrous fingers around the 
shaft, working her hand up and down, sending shudders up the vampire's spine. 

Flattening her against the wall, pulling her legs around his waist and crushing his 
lean body against hers, he felt her tongue dart into his mouth, running over the 
outlines of his fangs, feeling out what made him a vampire.  Grinding his hips against 
hers, pushing the skirt above the soft nest of fur, he pressed himself against her 
inner thigh, the very tip of shaft darting across her clit.  
She gasped into his mouth appreciatively.

Sliding a hand between her legs to run a finger between the willing folds once more, 
guiding himself to the opening of her vagina, he paused just a moment, waiting for 
that last moment of backing out.

It never happened.

With a single thrust upwards, he filled her, jerking her body physically upwards as 
he ground his member against her inner walls, Tracy throwing her head back, gasping.

Slamming her hips against his, she felt his pump in and out of her, moving hard and 
skillfully, sending ripples of white heat through her being.  Wrapping her arms 
around his waist, hooking her hands under his shoulders, she dug her nails in, sharp 
points latching to skin and muscle.

He growled, the sensation driving him deeper.   He was drawing close, close to climax, 
and with every thrust he was pushing her over her own edge.

Biting her lip, hardly feeling his mouth as it drifted to her shoulder, the lips 
landing on flesh, fang points pricking experimentally.  With a shuddering thrust, her 
hips writhing against him, he opened his mouth, biting down, piercing into a non-fatal 
vein.

Tracy screamed, the intense pain of the bite driving her over the edge, the sharp spasm 
of muscle taking hold of him, pushing him to his own climax, his seed pouring forth 
into her.

Drinking as much as he could without taking too much, Miklos finally released his 
fangs, still shifting against her ever so slightly. Tracy's eyes were closed as she 
tried to get her heart rate somewhere below where it had been a second ago, her 
breathing sharp.

"Beauty... ?"   His voice was hoarse, maybe even a bit tired.

Panting, licking her lips as she tried to gather her voice, she smiled.  "Mmmm...  
I'll have to remember this next time we dance... "

He smiled back.  "Passion, hmmm?"

"You had better believe it."

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