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Tracy/Miklos
Rating: Graphic

Shot Glass of Cherries (1/1)
By: Cousin Mary

Looking around the Raven, Tracy sighed, she was bored.  Restless and
bored.  She looked down the bar at Vachon, he was drinking and laughing
with Screed, Urs and a blonde male vampire apparently named Bourbon.
They were celebrating his return to the Crew... and pretty much acting
like drunken frat boys.

Tracy stirred a club soda with her straw, watching the bit of lime at the
bottom swirl through the crushed ice.  She hadn't really come to the
Raven looking to spend time with Vachon, so she wasn't too disappointed
that he was busy.  She supposed she could go over there and join them if
she really wanted to... but she didn't.  She had no interest in their
little binge party.  In the beginning she'd been attracted to the Spanish
vampire for his mystery, the drama and power of what he was, and now that
she'd found out Vachon was pretty much just an easy-going laid back
slacker, well, she still liked him as a friend, she just wasn't
interested.

Tracy stretched out her legs under the bar, starting to stand, and
drained the rest of her soda.  She glanced around one last time, but
nothing caught her interest.  It was time to leave.

Then, just as she was laying a five on the bar, someone swept up behind
her and plunked something off a tray down in front of her.  Tracy glanced
up, recognizing the handsome  Miklos, the usual bartender.  She next
looked down at what he'd brought her, it was a shot glass, filled to the
brim with cherries.  No drink, just glistening red cherries.  She blinked
and looked back at him, "What is-" She began, but he cut her off with a
hushed whisper.

"You can decline," He told her, his deep voice tickling her senses
through the loud din of the packed club. "Or taste." And with that, he
disappeared back into the crowd.

Tracy stared a minute at the undulating dancing mass that had seemingly
swallowed him up, then turned and back to her stool and sat down.  She
crossed her legs, mindful that the hem of her short skirt didn't ride too
high, and eyed the glass.  The cherries were wet with condensation,
practically sweating in the too warm club.  Had he said what she thought
he said?  He was trying to seduce her with a shot glass full of cherries?
 Despite herself Tracy felt a smile curve her lips, well, this was
certainly the most creative line she'd gotten in a long time.

She watched a bead of moisture slip down one of the small ripe fruit.
They were candy red under the cool lights hanging over the bar.  Should
she?  Tracy looked around for Miklos again, but the Greek vampire was no
where to be seen.  She turned her attention back to the shot glass.

They -had- been from him, hadn't they?  She frowned, maybe he'd been
delivering them for someone else?  He did work here after all.  Tracy
raised her head and this time carefully looked over everyone in the club.
 No one seemed to be staring at her, waiting to see if she would...
'taste,'  but that didn't mean someone wasn't.  The blonde continued her
visual search, her eyes slipped over Vachon, but the leather clad
musician was laughing and telling slurred stories with his friends, he
didn't even glance her way.

Her eyes strained into the shadows of the booths at the far end of the
club, couples, and some groups, made out in the near darkness, but no one
seemed to be paying her any notice.  Tracy frowned slightly, her eyes
tracing along the back wall.  There were some lone people there, men and
women who met her gaze and returned it with interest, but none of their
eyes held the knowledge of the gauntlet that had already been thrown
down.  Continuing along the wall, her eyes fell upon a darkened door,
suddenly it opened and Miklos emerged from the cellar with several wine
bottles balanced in his strong, beautiful hands.

His dark eyes swept up and met hers, and Tracy caught her breath at the
passion she saw there.  She watched his gaze flick down to the still
untouched glass that sat before her, and she tensed, waiting for a
reaction.  But then, without meeting her eyes again, he moved on,
carrying the bottles towards a table at the other end of the club.

A bubble of nervous laughter escaped her.  She was taking this -way- too
seriously. Tracy looked back at the glass, it was just a shot glass,
nothing deep or mysterious about it.  She stared at it, watching the
cherries intently.  She put her hands on the bar, flattening her palms on
either side.  She thought about Miklos then.  Picturing that sensuous
mouth, and the way his eyes would light up whenever she came in.  Tracy
smiled softly as she thought of how he'd listened to her gripe about her
job, her eyes flitted over to where Vachon and company were currently
chugging down cheap wine like there was no tomorrow, and all the other
things in her life worth complaining about.

She looked back at the glass.  Instinctively she knew that to eat one
would mean 'yes.'  To taste would be consent.  Tracy drew a long even
breath, steadying herself, then slowly dipped a finger into glass and
drew out particularly delectable cherry.  She glanced around, but didn't
see Miklos anywhere.  "Oh well," She whispered, "Here goes nothing."

Lifting the fruit by the stem, she held it up and tilted back her head.
She lowered the dripping fruit into her mouth and closed her lips around
it.  She plucked the stem back, holding the sweetness in her mouth.  It
was tart and juicy, and as she chewed she couldn't help wonder where
anyone got fresh cherries this time of year? She took the pit out of her
mouth and set it on the black and red Raven coaster.

She waited expectantly, but nothing happened.  Miklos, or anyone else for
that matter, didn't come sit beside her.  No one came and tapped her on
the shoulder and asked her to dance.  Nothing.  It was anti-climatic to
the extreme. Tracy huffed out a breath that shot her bangs skyward.  She
ate another cherry.

After about five minutes, she was ready to start throwing the pits at the
dancers.  She grinned wryly, wondering if they'd toss her out of the bar
for that. She giggled, again struck at how seriously she was taking this.
 She sighed, she really should learn, the real world was not a gothic
novel.  Big dramatic moments rarely happened, especially to her.  And now
she had to pee.

With another self-deprecating smile, Tracy rose and made her way to the
hallway in back.  She quickly made use of the Raven's dank ladies' room
and washed her hands before deciding to call it a night.  This was just
not her day.

Clutching her purse, she made her way back down the hall towards the club
proper, when she ran, literally, into Miklos.  "Oops!  Sorry!"  Tracy
shot him an embarrassed smile.  She'd been about to step out of the hall
just as he'd turned to go down it, and she'd walked right into him.
Still smiling, it clicked in her brain that he hadn't said anything.

She looked at him, trying to figure out what was going on in his head.
His eyes were smiling down at her, and she could just make out the slight
curve of his lips in the shadowy passageway.  Out of the corner of her
eye she became aware of a movement.  Looking down she saw him rolling her
empty shot glass in his long, lean fingers.  He held it up, glancing at
it when it was momentarily caught in one of the red beams from the dance
floor.

Tracy heard herself gasp.  Her heart started beating double time.

Slowly he reached past her and set the glass on top of the high stack of
empty wine crates that lined the hall.

Tracy swallowed, staring up at him.

For a moment Miklos just looked at her, his dark as night eyes boring
into her soul.  Tracy was so lost in those eyes that when his hand came
up and cupped the side of her face, she jumped at the unexpected touch.

"Shh, I would never hurt you my beauty," The Greek vampire promised
before dipping his head and capturing her lips.

Tracy met his kiss eagerly, her hands reaching up to tangle themselves in
his silky hair.  He pulled her against him and she could feel the
evidence of his arousal press into her hip.  He wanted her as much as she
wanted him.  She moaned his name.

Suddenly he broke away, and Tracy blinked in shock as he stepped away
from her.  She almost protested before she saw him holding a hand out for
her.  "Please." Was all he said.

She looked at his face, full of passion and need for her, and quickly
slid her hand into his large cool palm.  He led her back into the club,
then along the wall.  He fumbled with his keys for a moment, and then led
her down into the cellar, shutting the door behind them.

While the club had been loud, smoky and hot from too many people in too
small of space,  the surprisingly large brick wine cellar below was cool
and dry.  Tracy let Miklos lead her past rack after rack of deep green
wine bottles, as well as several huge oak casks.  She had the feeling of
being somewhere very far removed from everyday bustling Toronto.  The
pounding bass of the club music could barely be heard down here, and as
they went deeper it disappeared entirely.

"Do you have to go back?"  She asked suddenly, wondering if he'd be
missed.

Miklos turned and looked back at her, their hands were still joined and
he tugged her into his arms.  "I have been off for hours."  He admitted
with a slow smile, "I have just been waiting."

A blush stole over Tracy's face, "Oh."

"I have been waiting a very long time Beauty."

She stared at him, suddenly realizing that he didn't mean just tonight.
"You have?"  Tracy whispered. "You never said anything."

"You didn't know them," His dark eyes glowed in the dim light, "I could
not."

She hadn't known about vampires then.  Tracy watched as his black eyes
took on a red cast and began to truly glow.  She swallowed audibly, then
licked her lips.  "I know now."

"Yes," And with that, he captured her lips again.

His lips were soft and gentle, and it was Tracy who first dipped her
tongue in to explore his mouth.  His hands traced lightly up and down her
body, pulling her tightly up against his muscular frame.

Moving backwards, Tracy suddenly felt the odd curving of a huge wine cask
pressing into her back.  It was high, on a stand to begin with, maybe 8
feet total.  Then Miklos's hands traced down her sides, slipping around
to cup her backside and lift her against it.

Tracy couldn't reach the ground, and due to the curve of the cask, she
couldn't even steady her feet against it.  Her legs just dangled as her
back stretched along the side of the oak cylinder.  Miklos stepped
forward, holding her to the cask with the strength of his body.  His
hands slipped free and moved to her breasts, kneading them through her
shirt.

Tracy moaned, breaking their kiss and moving her attention to the crook
of his neck.  She briefly nipped at an earlobe before showering his
strong jawline with kisses.  His skin tasted good, she pressed a kiss
into the side of his throat, feeling him shudder against her.

"Beauty," He growled and captured her lips again.

Her back was arched along the long curve of the oak cask, the smooth wood
felt strange under her bare legs and arms. Miklos pulled her shirt up and
over her head and she felt the hard ward begin to grow warm beneath her,
taking on some of her heat.  She reached forward and attacked the buttons
of his shirt then, quickly divesting him of the garment.

"Whoa," she mumbled, looking at the chiseled expanse of his chest.
Smooth and dark, he was like silk over steel.  She traced her hands over
him before looking into his eyes, "You're so beautiful."  She whispered,
awed.

He stared back at her, seemingly shocked that she wanted him too.
Gently, almost reverently, he touched her face, the pads of his fingers
sliding from her chin, along her jaw and then slipping into her hair.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted you."  He told her, moving
forwards and capturing her lips again.

Passionately they kissed.  Their bodies pressed together and moving as
one as their hands explored each other.  Tracy broke the kiss, "I want
you Miklos."

There was a second of pure silence, and for one terrible moment Tracy
thought he was going to say no, but then he kissed her and she felt him
push her skirt up.  As his tongue delved deeply into her mouth, she
wasn't even aware that he'd somehow gotten her panties off until she felt
his fingers slip between her nether folds.  She gasped as his slickened
fingers began to work inside her.  "Oh geez."

He chuckled at her reaction, watching as she writhed against the cask,
stretching upward and arching her back with the wood as he pulled his
fingers in and out.  "You like that hmm?"

"Oh yes."  Tracy forced her eyes open and found herself staring at the
brick ceiling only two feet above her head.  Somehow she'd moved up the
cask and as Miklos held her there, by his hand on her sex and the other
flattened against her belly, Tracy found herself strangely removed from
everything but the sensations.  She glanced down at her lover, Miklos's
head was just below her breasts, he leaned up and took a nipple into that
sensuous mouth of his.  She moaned and bucked as she came against him.
"Miklos!"

She practically purred as he lowered her down and kissed her mouth.
"That was incredible."  She told him.

"No, -you- are incredible my beauty," He told her before crushing her
mouth with his.

Tracy hooked her leg around his waist, and while his arms encircled her,
she quickly undid his fly and pulled out his engorged shaft.  His whole
body stilled as she positioned him and slowly pressed herself closer,
taking him inside her.

Miklos closed his eyes tightly and held her close as he began moving with
her, pumping slow and rhythmically as the tide of passion carried them
away.  Throbbing, he thrust his member into her velvety channel, reveling
in the sensations it was bringing them both.  He whispered her name and
buried his face in the crook of her neck.

When she felt his fangs scrape across her throat, Tracy flinched,
expecting him to break the skin.  But it never happened.  Their tempo
sped to a furious scale, her pulse thundered in her ears, but he never
bit her.  Even as she plunged over the brink, her lover right behind her,
still there was no pain.  "Miklos!"  She called out, collapsing against
him.

As his seed emptied into her, his knees gave out and they both tumbled to
the ground.  He held her, making sure she didn't hit the ground but when
she didn't move his heart lurched.  He hadn't hurt her had he?  "Tracy?!
Are you all right?"

She was completely still, but then he felt her trembling, "Oh Beauty, I'm
sorry, I couldn't-"  Then he became aware that his blonde angel wasn't
frightened or in pain... she was laughing.  He smiled and breathed a sigh
of relief, at least she wasn't hurt.  "I'm glad I could offer you some
amusement."  He pressed a kiss into the top of her head and smiled wryly.

Tracy turned in his arms and smiled hugely at him, "It was wonderful,
really."  She giggled, wiggling to sit up next to him.  "Are you okay?"

"Never have I been better."  He watched her look him up and down, then,
satisfied he wasn't hurt, cuddled up against him.  He wrapped an arm
around her and drew her close.  They leaned against the cask and basked
in the afterglow of their lovemaking.

"So," He started conversationally, dropping a quick kiss on her lips as
she turned to him with a questioning look.  "Tomorrow shall we try
strawberries in a wine glass?"

She chuckled, "Absolutely."

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