Shana + Me + late night + Frappuccinos = Smut Challenge!  (Tracy snowed
in at the Raven)
Disclaimers: I don't own the following: Tracy, Lacroix, Miklos.  Mmmm,
Miklos ;-)
Archive: JADFE, CP Adult Archives, Raven's Cellar & DP Adult
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Lacroix/Tracy/Miklos  (HA!  It was only a matter of time!  Bwhahahaha!)
Rated: Explicit

Snowed In (1/2)
Cousin Mary


	When the music cut off Tracy looked up from behind her paperback and
frowned. Her last case had been a doozy and she'd come to the nightclub
looking for some much needed distraction.  All she'd wanted was to fry
herself on as many stimuli as possible and the crush of too many people,
loud music and flashing lights the Raven offered had seemed like just the
ticket.  But... where the hell had everyone gone? A minute ago the place
had been packed and now she almost expected to see tumbleweed rolling
across the Raven's deserted dance floor. 

	Tracy glanced at her watch, it wasn't anywhere near closing time.  She
leaned forward and peeked out of her spot in the last booth in the back
of the club, there was one man talking to the bartender, but other than
that the place looked empty.  "Hey," She called out, "What happened?"

	The two men jumped at the sound of her voice and Tracy watched as they
slowly turned, just staring.  After a moment the bartender seemed to find
his voice, "We're closed. Didn't you hear the announcement?"

	Tracy blushed, raising her book up a bit. "I guess I was a little more
involved than I thought." She gave the bartender, Miklos, an embarrassed
smile.  He was in his late twenties, maybe early thirties. 6'2" with
lightly wavy black hair that just brushed the tops of his broad
shoulders.  He dressed in leather pants and a tight black tee shirt and,
well, she'd always thought he was just really gorgeous.  She blushed
again, thankful that the club's dim lights would cover her rising color. 
"What do you mean closed?  It's only 11."

	"Snow, my dear Detective Vetter," The other man addressed her formally,
"26 inches in less than two hours.  All roads and businesses are
effectively shut down.  I'm afraid you are now trapped here for the
night... with us." 

	Tracy drew a sharp breath and focused on the man who'd just called her
by name.  Older and taller than Miklos, he was no less attractive but
much more imposing.  She didn't know him though and the fact that he some
how knew her really rubbed the wrong way.  "We haven't met.  How'd you
know my name?"  

	He seemed amused by her directness, approaching her booth with an
unusually nervous Miklos trailing behind.  His hair was cut military
short and his skin looked pale next to the bartender's healthy olive tan.
 She frowned, pale?  No, the man was practically white.  Tracy eyes went
wide, the man was almost definitely a vampire.   She looked back at the
bartender, all at once realizing that a man who served blood to vampires
was most likely a vampire as well.  "Oh hell."

	The older man threw back his head and gave a deep laugh, the kind of
laugh that would have made most women's toes curl.  That is, if those
women didn't realize that they were about to become dinner.  Tracy looked
around for a way out or anything to use as a weapon, but with both men
standing there and only the latest John Grisham within reach, things
didn't look too promising.  She scooted to the back of the booth and drew
her legs up against her chest.  

	Abruptly the older man stopped laughing and looked at her, "Come now, we
aren't monsters you know."

	"You're vampires." Tracy started rocking slightly.  "You drink human
blood and can fly, that's not normal."

	"True," The older man chuckled, then glanced at the bartender, "Oh
Miklos do calm down, I'm not going to harm the detective."

	Tracy looked at Miklos and watched him relax.  It was good to know that
he didn't want her hurt... of course it wasn't very comforting that he
obviously expected the other man to do just that.  She looked back at the
older man again, his tailored black Armani suit didn't fit in with the
Raven's usual clientele.  She pulled her knees closer to her chest, not
at all happy that she was trapped with two snow bound vampires.

	"Oh, I suppose we have never been formally introduced," The older man
paused, looking her over as if he expected her to jump up and admit she
knew who he was.  When she remained silent he took a breath and all but
sighed out, "Lucien Lacroix, at your service."

	The ancient continued to stare down at her and Tracy became aware of
Miklos again fidgeting in the background.  He looked worried, and she was
willing to bet it wasn't for himself.  She waited for Lacroix to
continue, trying to keep herself from making any smart-ass comments.

	"He owns the Raven," Miklos cut in, "He's seen you in here before with
your partner, Det. Knight."

	Lacroix cast Miklos an icy glare, and even though it wasn't directed at
her, Tracy still shivered.  "Yes, quite right.  Thank you, Miklos."

	The bartender's eyes went wide but he stuck to his guns, "She's already
frightened Lacroix, there's no need to add to it."

	Lacroix arched a brow and Miklos took a step back.

	"Leave him alone." Tracy said, swallowing audibly when Lacroix's
attention shifted back to her.  "There's no need for you to... uh, do
whatever it is you're doing."  She finished lamely.

	A smile quirked Lacroix's well formed lips, something that caused a
strange uncomfortably warm reaction in Tracy's middle.  "Come out of
there my dear, we won't hurt you."

	Tracy looked at Miklos, but the Greek vampire's expression was
unreadable.  She thought about saying no, that'd she'd just stay where
she was thank-you-very-much.  But the fact was they could just reach over
and haul her out if they wanted to... plus she was probably better off
not getting either of them mad.  Slowly she unfolded her legs and,
choosing the side Miklos was on, climbed out of the booth.

	"There, that wasn't so hard was it?"  Lacroix smiled, though it didn't
quite reach his eyes.  Tracy unconsciously moved closer to Miklos and
watched as Lacroix looked to the other man, this time really smiling,
"Would seems she has a preference."

	Tracy heard Miklos draw a sharp breath, she closed her eyes for a
second, she could actually feel him tensing beside her.  He did -not-
want to get between her and the older, and probably much more powerful,
vampire if he could help it.  Opening her eyes she took a step in front
of Miklos, staring right up at a surprised Lacroix.  Well, she might as
well keep them on their toes right?  "If anything happens to me my
friends will be able to figure out who's responsible."

	"Oh I don't doubt it," Lacroix chuckled at the threat, not looking
particularly worried.  "So, it appears we shall be trapped here at least
until sundown tomorrow... however shall the three of us pass the time?"

	"Um, with me armed to the teeth holding you at bay from the ladies'
room?"  Tracy quipped, her usual defense mechanism kicking in full gear. 
Life in the balance?  Make with the funny. 

	Behind her, Miklos chuckled and suddenly she felt his hands on her hips.
 "I think he had other plans Beauty." 

	Tracy started to look back over her shoulder and, before she knew what
was happening, the handsome bartender was kissing her.  At first it was
just his lips pressed firmly against hers, but then a hand slipped from
her side to her chin, where he used his thumb to draw open her mouth. 
That done, he quickly slid his tongue past her lips to explore.  In the
background she could hear Lacroix chuckle, then she felt his hands begin
work on the buttons on the front of her blouse.  

	With a half whimper, half yelp, Tracy broke away from both of them.  Her
chest heaving, she took a few steps back, "What the hell do you two think
you're doing?"

	"Seducing you?"  Miklos gave her a knee-melting grin.

	"Both of you?  As in together?"  Tracy's eyes went round as saucers,
"But, but you two don't even -like- each other!"

	"Why would you think that?"  Lacroix asked, clearly amused.  

	"He's scared of you."  Tracy pointed out matter-of-factly.

	"I am nearly 2000 years old, he has reason," Lacroix smirked as she
tried to cover her shock, "But fear has nothing to do with attraction,
or, rather I should say, nothing that deters it."  He paused then quirked
a brow, "Let's take you for instance."

	"Thought that was the plan."  She cracked.

	"Quite," Lacroix chuckled appreciatively before continuing, "By way of
example, you are afraid and yet it only heightens your attraction... to
both Miklos and I."

	Tracy wanted to protest, but realized they would probably be able to
tell if she tried to lie.  "Yeah, well, I don't care!"

	"Oh, good come back," Miklos laughed.

	Feeling very put upon, Tracy snapped.  Sure she knew Miklos was a
vampire too, but when compared to Lacroix he wasn't nearly as scary. 
Plus he'd just kissed her without permission.  Tracy took a step and
slapped him across the face.  "How about that one?"

	When his head reared back his eyes were bright gold, Tracy yelped and
without thinking dove behind Lacroix.

	"Oh now you hide behind -me-?"  Lacroix laughed, drawing her out and
bringing her back flush against him, he wrapped his arms protectively
around her and rested his chin atop her head, effectively stopping
Miklos.  He grinned at the other vampire, and copying his accent repeated
his earlier words, "She's already frightened Lacroix, there's no need to
add to it."

	"So I was wrong."  Miklos ground out, though his eyes slowly flickered
back to black.

	"I should have stayed home and taken a hot bath. That's what normal
people do to unwind." Tracy mumbled under her breath, "But -no- Tracy has
to come to the Raven and slap around the undead."

	Lacroix and Miklos both laughed.  

	"Oh yeah, mock my pain."  Tracy sighed, bringing the back of her hand to
her forehead dramatically.

	"My but you are delightful," Lacroix tightened his embrace for a second,
making Tracy feel oddly contented.  "Well, baring your seduction, I
suppose we shall have to pass the time some other way." He looked to
Miklos.  "Any suggestions?"

	"I-" Miklos started to shrug when Tracy piped up.

	"We're giving up on my seduction already?"  She asked, suddenly feeling
very at ease and more than a little interested. "Gee, you guys certainly
didn't try very h-" Her words were cut off when Lacroix turned her head
and captured her lips.  Miklos didn't even bother with her blouse, almost
as soon as he saw Tracy was enjoying the kiss, he fell to his knees and
unbuckled her belt.  

	Soon Tracy felt her khakis and panties being slid down into a puddle
below her knees.  She didn't even think to protest, all of the sudden
just breathing required more thought than she was capable of.  She gasped
as she felt Miklos's hands skim back up her legs, his thumbs finding her
folds and pulling them apart, suddenly her whole being seemed centered in
one spot, one spot Miklos brushed with his tongue.  "Oh God!"  Tracy
yelped, pulling her mouth from Lacroix's and staring down as Miklos did
something truly amazing with his lips and tongue.  She couldn't think,
breath, look away, it was just, "Oh my GOD!"

	"Come now," Lacroix said, his arms going tighter around her, supporting
her when her legs gave way, "He can't be -that- good."

	Tracy didn't say a word, she didn't look away from Miklos's dark head,
she just nodded.

	"Hmm," Lacroix made a strangely curious noise and suddenly Tracy felt
herself being lifted off her feet and carried backwards.

	Miklos was still on his knees but quickly scrambled to his feet, "Hey,
where are you taking her?"

	"Your bedroom."  Was Lacroix's answer, Miklos refrained from further
comment and trailed after them.

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Well this is going well isn't it?
Continued in part 2.
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*Disclaimers and such in part one.

Snowed In (2/2)
Cousin Mary


	Tracy tried to keep from passing out from sheer excitement.  She felt if
her eyes opened any wider they'd pop out of her head, but even when she
blinked they'd open back just as wide.  Her heart was going like a jack
hammer and her whole body felt like it was actually humming with energy. 
She was terrified, but she'd never been more excited in her life.

	While she assumed Lacroix's quarters were somewhere above the club,
Miklos's turned out to be a series of rooms back behind the bar.  They
first passed through a storeroom of some sort, but past the dark crates
and cases Lacroix pushed open a door to reveal a surprisingly sumptuous
suite of rooms.  Tracy blinked as he carried her through a sitting room
filled with dark Moroccan antiques and Turkish rugs, not exactly
something you'd expect to find in the back rooms of a nightclub.  They
then passed through a beaded curtain and there it was, the bed, a huge
canopied luxury dripping with silks and velvets.  Lacroix laid her gently
on it and finished the job of undressing her.

	Tracy held her breath and froze in place when he straightened and looked
down at her.  Miklos came to stand beside him and both just let their
eyes trail up and down her pale body.  

	"Have you ever seen anything more beautiful?"  Lacroix asked.

	"Never."  Miklos answered back in a whisper.

	Tracy could almost feel their gazes on her, like cool gasps of air
passing over her too warm skin.  She couldn't even begin to guess what
was going to happen next.  She licked her bottom lip, then bit it.  She
felt incredibly self-conscious, but didn't move to cover herself.  She
didn't want to do anything that might end this moment.

	"Now," Lacroix began, turning to Miklos with a small smile, "Show me
what you did."

	Tracy's heart stopped, surely he hadn't just said what she thought he'd
said?  

	Miklos quirked an eyebrow at the older vampire, but was more than eager
to comply.  Shooting a roguish smile Tracy's way, he moved onto the bed
and gently parted her thighs.  Tracy rose up on her elbows to watch, but
as soon as his lips touched her her head was lolling back as she fought
back a moan of pure ecstasy.

	She felt Lacroix's weight pull the mattress and opened her eyes when she
felt his cool hands on her.  His strong hands were surprisingly gentle as
he caressed her breasts, she watched as he lowered his head and took one
taunt nipple into his mouth.   She couldn't help but groan when it
happened that he began suckling at the exact same moment Miklos took her
clit between his lips.  

	She began to tremble as sensations began to crash through her.  Lacroix
raised his head and kissed her, his tongue teasing hers until she was
kissing him with everything she had in her... then Miklos pushed his
tongue into her while he used his fingers to press her clit.  Tracy
screamed.

	Lacroix sat back and looked down at her with an expression that was half
curious and half envious.  Tracy panted helplessly and almost screamed
again when Miklos swirled his tongue back to her clit.

	"Most impressive."  Lacroix nodded to Miklos who looked up when the
other man brushed a hand over his shoulder.  

	"She seems to like it," Miklos said with false modesty.

	"Yes she does," Lacroix smiled ferally, "Perhaps I shall give it a try."

	Tracy whimpered and Lacroix looked at her, his smile grew tender, "Dear
Tracy, I promise you will enjoy this, worry not."

	But Tracy did worry, she watched in stunned disbelief as Miklos moved
aside and the elegantly dressed and completely imposing Lacroix took his
place between her legs.  The Greek bartender watched his movements
keenly, as if he were a student about to learn a master's greatest
secret.

	Lacroix's hands fell to her thighs, spreading her wide.  There was
nothing shy or timid about this man.  Tracy whimpered again, suddenly
frightened.  She wasn't exactly afraid he was going to hurt her... it was
more along the lines that she wasn't sure she could handle what he was
about to do.  His mouth inches from her, Lacroix pulled back, his icy
blue eyes came up and locked with hers.  "Miklos," He said with
authority, "Undress."

	For a moment Miklos was frozen, but after a beat of silence he moved
quickly to obey.  Even the thought of a naked Miklos wasn't enough to get
Tracy to tear her eyes away from Lacroix's.  It was as if she were afraid
that if she looked away he'd do something.  He might continue, or he
might leave.  Either option was unthinkable, so Tracy kept her eyes
locked with his.
 
 	After a moment, she felt Miklos climb closer on the bed and out of the
corner of her eye she caught the expanse of his chiseled olive chest.
Tracy's eyes widened again as he captured her attention.  Dark and smooth
his presence was almost overpowering. His body was incredible, muscular
yet sensuous.  He didn't have the too perfect look of one of those male
models who spent 16 hours a day at the gym, or even the look of a man
grizzled by manual labor.  Somehow it was as if Miklos had just come in
to being.  As if an artist had tried to capture the essence of male
sexuality and Miklos was the result. 

	Lacroix chuckled, "If you would."  He gestured with his hand, as if
offering them to each other.  

	Tracy was vaguely aware of Lacroix moving back, but mostly she was lost
in the sensation of Miklos stretching out beside her and pulling her into
his arms.  

	"My Beauty."  He mouthed, leaning in to capture her lips in a soul
melting kiss.  Passion raged between them, and Tracy quickly grew bold,
letting her hands skim his body as he held her to him.  Even through her
closed lids she knew when Lacroix turned out the lights, and smelled the
wax as he moved around the room lighting candles.  

	Her stomach clenched, this night was far from over and she couldn't even
fathom what might happen when Lacroix decided he'd had enough of just
watching.  She began trembling, but somehow as Miklos and her continued
kissing, her apprehension, while it not disappearing, seemed to distance
itself.  She was beginning to feel very removed from the real world, as
if this night, snowed in at the Raven were something completely separate
from the rest of existence.  

	Again the mattress pulled as Lacroix sat beside them.  Miklos released
her and Tracy sat up, turning to look at Lacroix.  She gasped, he'd
undressed as well, and his pale body positively glowed in the
candlelight.   He was a handsome man, his form large, muscular and
powerful.  She leaned forward and kissed him gently.  His hand brushed up
her arm before burying in her hair, holding her face to his.  

	She felt the mattress shift as Miklos sat up, then felt his hands on her
waist.  He pressed a kiss on the back of her neck as Lacroix's free hand
skimmed up and down her thigh in a feather-light caress.  The three of
them moved as if choreographed, hands, mouths, bodies moved, touched,
pleasured in ways Tracy had never dreamed possible.  And it wasn't just
the men, somehow she to shared in the seduction.  Every temptress, siren
and enchantress combined within her and Tracy knew true power as she wove
both Lacroix and Miklos into a sensuous spell that even they were having
trouble comprehending.  

	She was once again kissing Miklos, leaning against the headboard as her
fingers twined in his hair, when Lacroix remembered his original promise.
 She froze as she felt Lacroix trailing kisses and small nips up her leg.
 Starting at the arch of her foot, he moved up in agonizingly slow
motion.  Miklos paid the other man no mind as he moved his attention to
her chest, his hands stroked her breasts, methodically teasing her
nipples and lifting the full weight of the small orbs before claiming
first one nipple, then the other in his greedy mouth.

	Lacroix continued his trek up her long legs, the last six inches
traversed in one long lick.  His mouth then moved to her core and Tracy
moaned at the sudden onslaught of pleasure.  She reached down and grabbed

Miklos by the hair, pulling his mouth to hers for a savage kiss. 
Meanwhile Lacroix redoubled his efforts, pushing her past pleasure, past
reason and straight into him.  

	She climaxed with a sharp gasp, sitting up stock straight, which pulled
her sex away from Lacroix and her mouth away from Miklos.  They watched
with nearly awed expressions as Tracy shook with the force of her orgasm.
 As soon as she began to regain some control over her thoughts and body,
Lacroix moved up and claimed her mouth, plundering her lips with his
while his strong hands pulled her hips forward as to lay her flat on the
bed.

	"Lacroix."  Miklos growled, his voice transmitting desire, frustration
and even a tinge of anger.  When Lacroix sat back, Tracy turned her head
to look at the Greek bartender.  He was practically trembling with need,
his shaft straining while his eyes just swept over, devouring her.

	Lacroix looked at him too, at last he knelt on the bed and pulled Tracy
up, settling her before him.  She could feel his erection press against
her back, but her eyes were locked with Miklos's.  "You have so little
control, my friend." Lacroix hissed, "Well?  Take her."

	The dark vampire hesitated only a moment before moving forward. There
was danger in Lacroix's tone, but his need for Tracy was just too strong
to fight.  His hands slip across her hips, sliding down her thighs and
eventually pulling her forward and up.  Lacroix held her upper body,
denying him the sweetness of her lips, but parting her thighs, Miklos
thrust forward into her tight, silken heat. 

	Tracy bit her lip, she was suspended between the two men and wasn't even
touching the bed anymore. Lacroix kissed her throat, his hands finding
her breasts as he kept her elevated.  Miklos was... Tracy's closed her
eyes and bit back a moan as she contemplated what he was doing.  

	Miklos moved in and out of her with increasing fervor.  Strong, even
strokes brought both him and Tracy great pleasure.  His hands kneaded her
buttocks as he plunged his length repeatedly into her.  He groaned at the
heat between them, overwhelmed by how much he needed her.  Forcing open
his eyes, he gazed down at her sweat slickened form, which made him
thrust all the more deeply.  His eyes swept up to her face and when she
opened her dark blue eyes and gazed back at him, her eyes mirroring his
own desire, he gave one final thrust before spilling his seed within her.
 

	As Miklos pulled out of her and lowered her to the bed, Lacroix
chuckled.  Tracy craned her neck to look back at the Roman, but found he
was handing her forward... to Miklos.  Suddenly she found Miklos's hands
slipping beneath her arms and his lips suckling hers as Lacroix's hands
briefly touched her back before finding her hips and pulling them back
and up.  

	Then, while Miklos kissed her gently with the lingering glow of their
love making, Lacroix straddled her thighs and plunged into her from
behind.  She gasped.  He was huge!  Her fingers dug into Miklos's
muscular shoulders as Lacroix took complete control of her senses.  Her
lips parted from Miklos's and she watched his eyes widen as he watched
Lacroix's swift, thorough thrusts.  She looked down only to find Miklos
was growing hard yet again.  She moaned and suddenly felt Lacroix pull
completely from her, she was then yanked from Miklos's arms entirely and
flipped over.  Lacroix finished taking her face to face on the bed while
a stunned Miklos looked on.

	With one final thrust Lacroix came, collapsing on top of her, panting
from their exertions.  Tracy lay beneath him, she could barely breath
under his weight, but more than that, she could hardly think from the way
her mind was whirling.  Never had she experienced such incredibly intense
sensations. 

	"Oh and you have such control, Lacroix." Miklos chuckled, pushing him
off her.  The master vampire immediately allowed it, probably because he
too realized he was crushing her.  Lacroix settled down, his cool body
spooning Tracy's back as she curled into Miklos's arms.

	"So..." Tracy mumbled just as they were drifting off.  "When's the next
snow day?"  

	Both men chuckled, "I predict it shall be a long, hard winter my dearest
Tracy."  Lacroix smiled before pressing a kiss to the back of her throat.

	"And then we can move to Antarctica."  Miklos finished with a grin.

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I- I don't even have the words to justify this one.  Can I just blame it
on Shana? ;-)
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