Ah, my first piece of true smut. Over a year in the FK fandom and I've restrained myself, but no more! Tonight I write pure nearly plotless smut! Smut, smut, smut, smut I say!

And probably by tomorrow my poor elderly grandmother will try surfing the net at her local library and find it. And then…she'll have a heart attack.

Oh well, she's had a good life (eg)

Usual disclaimers, permission to archive granted to the JADFE archives and the CERK Perk Adult archives, all others please ask.

This story takes place a little after Trophy Girl, Lacroix has no idea Tracy knows about vampires.

>>>>>>>>

Comments to anteros@juno.com

Tracy/Lacroix

Rated: Explicit

Promises (01/01)

By: Cousin Mary 1-99

Voyeurism had always been one of his favorite hobbies. Nothing like watching a person's life unfold unseen from the shadows, almost like play you're the sole ticket holder too. Of course, first you had to find an intriguing star. But tonight Lacroix was confident he had. For tonight, he was watching at Tracy Vetter's window.

Despite his usual interest in his son's life he had yet to set eyes on his new partner, part of that silly promise he'd made to stay out of his mortal affairs. However, he had read in last evening's paper about the heroics of his son's partner. No less than two kills in the past week. Lacroix stifled a chuckle, he must admit, he was impressed. So, he'd of course felt obliged to go and see for himself this new player of his in their eternally unfolding drama, this Detective Tracy Vetter.

Just then he heard keys in the door, she was home.

Moving further back into the shadows of her fire escape, Lacroix watched as a lovely young blonde entered the apartment.

'Surely that can't be her,' he thought, but when the woman removed her long leather duster and revealed a shoulder holster and service revolver, he knew it had to be. His breath caught, he'd had no idea Nicholas's newest mortal would be so enchanting!

He watched as she removed her weapon and hung it on a coat rack, her duster went over it. She next moved out of his line of sight and into what he presumed was the kitchen.

Frowning slightly, Lacroix moved closer and opened her window, just a fraction, just enough to allow him to better hear and smell her activities.

He was rewarded when the scent of brewing coffee and Tracy herself floated out to him. He breathed deeply, apricots and callalillies. Dear god, how did Nicholas control himself riding around with this tempting nymph night after night?

He could hear her moving around the kitchen, opening and shutting cupboards, taking something from the icebox. A few moments later she returned to the living room with a steaming cup of coffee and magazine, 'Soldier of Fortune.'

A smile touched his lips, oh yes, she was just fascinating.

She set her cup and magazine down on her coffee table and kicked off her shoes. She then padded over to her stereo and flipped on the radio. He was pleasantly surprised when the sound of his own voice drifted out to him, the tape he'd left for tonight's Nightwatch was playing.

'How nice,' He thought with a smirk, 'A fan.'

"You are such a creep."

Lacroix jumped, then he realized Tracy was talking to the radio.

"Why do I even listen to your depressing little pseudo-sermons?" She gave an indelicate snort and threw off her vest.

'Well, maybe not a -fan-,' he thought, watching with renewed interest as Tracy put a hand up her back and unhooked her bra, pulling it off without removing her t-shirt. He watched as she arched her back, her nipples pebbling against the thin white cotton.

"Feels good," he heard her mumble, then watched as she stripped off her khakis, walked over to an over-stuffed armchair and sat down to draw off her socks. She sat there for a moment, in ridiculously virginal pale blue cotton panties and a t-shirt that strained across her chest, making him wonder if she'd shrunk it in the wash and decided it was still decent as long as she wore it under something. His eyes fell on the discarded vest, like that for instance.

Then, much to his disappointment, she grabbed a comforter from the floor beside the chair and pulled over, covering herself from chin to toe. She next grabbed her magazine and took a sip of her coffee.

Lacroix leaned back against the railing and watched her, the sound of his own voice drifted out to him and he watched as Tracy absently nodded and shook her head while she read, listening to him with only half an ear.

"You are so full of it," Tracy looked over at the stereo, "One of these nights I really am going to have to call and set you right."

Lacroix raised an eyebrow, cheeky little thing wasn't she?

She continued to flip pages, though didn't stop long enough to truly read anything. She made a few more jibes at his expense, amusing ones actually. Once or twice Lacroix even had to put a hand to his mouth to muffle his chuckles.

Eventually she let the comforter drop to her waist and he was again treated to the sight of her breasts straining against the fabric. Lacroix had the sudden image of himself tasting her breasts through the cotton, watching the shirt dampen under his mouth. He felt himself begin to harden. Shaking his head, he tried to cast off such pointless thoughts, he definitely wasn't here for anything like that.

But then he watched as Tracy set down her magazine and kicked off the apparently too warm comforter. "I'll give you one thing though," He heard her sigh, "You have a wonderful voice."

Lacroix's eyes widened as he caught scent of her arousal, without the impediment of the thick comforter it drifted and filled his nostrils. He closed his eyes and drew her in.

When he again opened his eyes he saw that she'd draped one leg over the arm of her chair, she had an intent look about her, as if she were listening to his words closely.

Tonight's broadcast was, appropriately enough, about desire. He'd recorded it awhile ago, when Nicholas had still been obsessing over that Marion Blackwing woman. Desire and darkness, that was the message. The inability to cast off sin and an invitation to revel in it.

Lacroix watched as Tracy moved a hand to cup her own breast, massaging the small orb gently through the fabric. When her hand slipped down to the cotton at her crotch he leaned forward and stared as she let her fingers trail across her sex.

He licked his lips, it had been along time since he'd wanted anyone as much as this girl. Almost without realizing it his hand found its way to the proof of his own desire, when he looked down and saw what he was doing he pulled his hand away and looked back at Tracy.

'To hell with it,' he thought suddenly, opening the window and entering the room in a flash.

When she looked up and saw him, she was nearly peaking, her hand flew away and she scrambled up against the back of her chair, "Who are you, how'd you get in here?!"

Lacroix stared down at her, then knelt before her, his left hand came up to hold her shoulder against the chair, while his right dipped to where her fingers had just been, "I'm who you've been thinking of my dear, and does it really matter?" He purred.

Tracy threw her head back as he quickly brought her to climax. When the world stopped spinning she looked back at him, "The Nightcrawler?"

"Yes," He moved in and captured her lips with his own, sliding his tongue easily in passed her surprised gasp.

Tracy recognized the voice, knew it really was him, but was too caught up in the sensations to wonder how this could be happening.

She kissed him back, pulling his cool silk encased form up hard against her.

Lacroix groaned and slid a hand up to cup her neck, burying his fingers in her baby-fine hair. One knee settled on the chair between her legs and he pulled her up to straddle it, he could feel the wet heat of her core even through his trouser leg. "Tracy," he whispered, darting his lips down to her throat.

"Who are-?" Tracy struggled with coherent thought as a million sensations crashed around her, "What is-?"

But he knew what she was asking, "Lacroix," he told her, racing a hand down to cup her backside and pull her tightly against him, then he had a second thought and corrected, "Lucien."

"Lucien," She groaned his name and entwined her arms around his neck.

Lacroix found himself smiling into her kiss, the sound of his own name seemed to make her lips all the sweeter. He pulled her up into his arms and went through the door that, by deduction, had to lead to the bedroom of the small apartment. He set her in the center of the bed and drew back to look at her. Her lips were swollen with his kisses, eyes dark with passion and her body fairly trembled with need. Need for him.

She stared up at him, lost and confused as her nerve endings and instincts seemed to take over her common sense. She knew she should be objecting to this, or at least trying to figure out why he was here, but all she could do was reach out and draw him back to her.

With a growl he complied, his hands coming up to roughly cup her breasts and rake down her side. His cool weight pressed against her and Tracy felt herself drawing her legs up around him, pulling him closer. Again his mouth was at her throat, kissing and licking the delicate flesh beneath her ear and the more vital area under her jaw where her pulse raced. With a sharp in-drawn breath Tracy realized that her lover was a vampire.

Lacroix drew back and looked at her, "Something wrong?"

A thousand answers screamed through her brain, but Tracy just shook her head and coming to her knees, kissed him.

Lacroix pulled her against him, invading her mouth with his tongue. His hand slid down and ripped off her panties, his action and the cool air must have shocked her because she stilled in his arms, but when he began kneading her backside with his strong hands she moaned and pressed herself closer to him.

When she arched her back, Lacroix broke the kiss and moved his mouth down to her breasts. He quickly captured one taunt nipple through the cotton and sucked eagerly.

She moaned and cradled his face to her. "You certainly are good at this," She whispered. And when he switched to her other breast she dug her fingers into his shoulders and gasped his name, "Lucien!"

Pulling away again he looked up at her and smiled before placing one hand on her bottom and sweeping her down onto her back. He briskly pulled off her damp t-shirt and tasted her breasts again. But only for a moment, because he hastily trailed kisses down her belly and dipped his tongue quickly in past her curls.

She gasped and bucked against him. He chuckled and held her down. Then his hands crept down to each thigh, spreading her legs wide before him. He gazed at her sex for a moment before looking back up at her face.

She was watching him intently, as if not sure exactly what he was going to do.

"Lovely," He purred, tracing a finger across her hardened clit. She bit her lip and closed her eyes tightly, her quick gasp telling him he had her complete attention.

He bowed his head and captured her then, sweeping his tongue around her core and darting inside her before moving back to her clit. He let one hand trail up and moved a finger inside as he continued his attention on her clitoris, kissing, licking and sucking her heat.

Tracy seemed to be doing her best not to buck against him, he could feel her muscles tighten and hear her fingers burying themselves in the blankets beneath her hands. She was in a semi-reclined position, propped up against several pillows, watching his attentions raptly.

He looked up to her as he lay one last long kiss one her clit, at the same time drawing his slickened fingers in and out. She didn't make a sound as the waves began to crash over her, she barely drew breath, but she continued to watch him. When she came, it was while staring into his eyes.

Lacroix gasped, he'd never seen anything more beautiful.

He moved up and kissed her lips. His hands came up to cup either side of her face and he slowly drew her tongue into his mouth so she would taste her essence in him.

He felt her hands working at the buttons of his shirt and when she'd reached the half way mark he drew back and pulled it over his head, she pulled him back and traced her hands lightly over his chest.

Skimming down, Tracy unbuckled his belt and worked the fly of his trousers easily. Lacroix was thoroughly enjoying her ministrations, but when her warm hand slipped in and touched his cool member he tried to draw away, not wanting her to realize anything was amiss.

But Tracy just smiled at him, then kissed him briefly and whispered, "Let me love you."

Lacroix looked at her a moment, then lay down beside her, drawing her on top of him.

Tracy lay there a moment, getting used to the cold, hard contours of his body, then she sat up and straddled his thighs. She quickly pulled down his trousers and looked at him, she reached out and let her fingers trail up him, then she took a firm hold of his thick cock and smiled up at him, "Lovely," She mouthed.

Lacroix gave a strangled chuckle, "Cheeky girl."

Tracy smirked and released him. She moved down his legs and drew off his shoes, sock and pants. While she was down there, she traced a fingernail up the sole of his foot, making his leg jerk reflexively. She pressed a thumb hard into the arch and chuckled as his head rolled back, "Like that hmm?"

His eyes came back to meet hers, "Perhaps."

Tracy chuckled and rubbed her thumb into the pressure point, he jerked again, but this time through the hips.

She next moved up his legs, lightly tracing her hands up his legs and thighs. She worked her fingers in the sides of his groin, but this time didn't touch his engorged cock. She moved up and spanned her palms across his stomach and chest, pausing to lay light kisses on each nipple.

She then kissed the side of his throat, Lacroix growled and with a hand on the back of her head, held her tightly against his neck.

Thinking back of the message/yoga class she'd taken in college, Tracy pressed the tip of her tongue as firmly as she could into the pressure point. She was rewarded instantly as a shiver ran through and a moan escaped him. He released her and watched with half open eyes as she moved to drop a quick kiss on his lips. As she began to pull back, he slipped a hand back into her hair and drew her back for a more thorough kiss.

While their tongues dueled, Lacroix lifted Tracy and impaled her on his cock.

Tracy gasped and sat up suddenly at the feeling of him filling her so completely. She looked down to see their pubic hairs mingling and his cock completely hidden within her.

When she looked back at him in astonishment, his eyes were full of amusement, "Weren't expecting that were you?" He asked.

Tracy smiled, "No, but I like it," She rocked slightly atop him.

His head rolled back into the pillows and his hands found her hips. Tracy raised and lowered herself on him, his hands following her movements even while his eyes remained tightly shut, trying to keep her from seeing the gold.

Tracy knew what was probably happening, and on some level she was frightened, but for the most part his control and the fact that he was trying to keep his nature from her was exciting the hell out of her.

"Lucien!" Arching her back she moaned his name as her inner muscles clenched around him, suddenly she was yanked down and felt his fangs bury themselves in her throat just as he came within her.

As her orgasm came it was brighter and more intense than any she'd ever had, she felt a scream bubbling up her throat, not from anything as specific as fear but just sheer raw emotion.

Pushing her face past him, Tracy buried her face in the pillow as she screamed again and again.

His mouth stayed on her throat, but she felt his fangs withdraw as his cock emptied itself inside her.

As the world began to reorder itself, Tracy was aware of Lacroix gently kissing the side of her throat, he was still inside of her and she lay tucked on his side like the most treasured of loves.

She drew away slightly and gave herself enough room to look at him, she let their lower bodies stay connected, "That was-"

He traced a hand along her shoulder and arm, at last resting it at her waist, "Beautiful," He finished.

Tracy grinned, "I was going to say 'intense,' but I suppose 'beautiful' works too."

They stared at each other for awhile, enjoying the intimacy, but finally Tracy asked, "So, what's going to happen now?"

For a moment Lacroix said nothing, just frowned slightly. Then he withdrew from her and sat on the edge of the bed, looking back over his shoulder at her, "This should not have happened, Tracy."

Tracy sat up, pulling one of her pillows from behind and clutching it to her chest, "Why?"

Lacroix appeared startled by the simple question, and it looked like he had trouble remembering the answer. But finally he sighed and turned to stare at the blank wall, as if he couldn't bear to look at her while he said, "Because I made a very foolish promise."

"To who?" Tracy was beginning to tremble.

Lacroix didn't say anything, just stood and began to dress.

Tracy watched, a feeling of cold dread sank into her, "You're leaving," She said matter-of-factly.

When he'd finished dressing he turned and came to stand beside the bed, he stared down at her, "Yes."

Tracy looked up at him, the vampire who'd snuck into her apartment and seduced her. A stranger, a killer and… a really rotten DJ, she knew she should be glad he was going, but all she could think was that she didn't want his to leave! "It's not fair," She whispered.

Lacroix reached down and cupped the side of her face, "No it isn't," He sighed, then he closed his eyes and whispered, "Either is this, but it will make everything easier."

When his eyes opened they had a slight yellow cast, "You will not remember this night Tracy Vetter, this did not happen."

Tracy felt a slight tingle begin in the back of her head and realized he was trying to hypnotize her, but, of course, it wasn't working. She listened as he spoke, wondering almost absently if she should tell him she was a resistor. Then she had a thought, 'what if he finds out I don't whammy and decides he has to kill me because of the code?' She shivered.

Lacroix stopped talking and frowned, "Cold?" He swept her into his arms, pulled back the covers and slipped her beneath them. He leaned down and dropped a kiss on her forehead, "Go to sleep my darling… and dream of me."

In an instant he was gone.

Tracy sat there, drawing the blankets about her as the warm after glow of their love-making seeped from her senses and exhaustion took its place.

From the other room she could still hear the radio.

"So in conclusion my gentle listeners, I tell you to never give up what you want, there are ways around every rule, every moral, every promise," The Nightcrawler whispered to his listeners, "Find a way, if it's meant to be yours, make it."

Tracy sighed happily, cuddling into pillows that still held his scent. She closed her eyes as sleep descended, secure in the knowledge that she'd see Lacroix again, even if he didn't yet know it himself.

"I am the Nightcrawler," The radio continued as she drifted off, "And as always, this has been a pleasure."

>>>>>>>>>>>

Comments and tips on how to resuscitate my grandma to anteros@juno.com