Disclaimer: This is a piece of non-profit fan fiction and is not meant to infringe on the copyright of Anne Rice or her publishers.
Spoilers: Um, IWTV...
Rating: Some intimate m/m scenes, nothing that bad.
Characters: Louis, Lestat...and a warm fireplace.(However, Louis will not be acting like a pyro in this one. It'd spoil all the romantic fun.)

Well, something I wrote on a boring day. 'Stat and Lou are out on vacation in the woods, in a cabin. It's rich on description so thats what makes it sort of slow and maybe over-dramatized...but still one of my good ones. Heh. And yes, I've got this thing for freesia.
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-Lestat-

Freesia. His hair smelled of that light fragrance of those bulbous exotic flowers, tangy and refreshing as my Louis bent down to rest logs upon the fireplace. He struck the match and lit the wood ablaze, starting a small, cozy fire that radiated warmth and light throughout our little cabin in the woods. There was no electricity, I made sure of that so we could use the fireplace; it'd be much more romantic and I knew how fond Louis was of fire and how candles put both of us at ease. The harsh lights would've seemed too...well, harsh.

It was long overdue for our getaway vacation, and Louis had been overjoyed to spend time with me in a cabin nestled deep within the woods where there'd be no intruders.

He looked at me then from under a curtain of startling black hair fallen over one emerald eye and he radiated like the fire, burned with fierce beauty and glowed like the flames in the dark.

"Sexyy..." I tried to sound casual and teasing but the word practically died on my lips.

He said something to me but I couldn't hear it. I was falling entranced by his piercing gaze, his feral and feline eyes, and the shadowed hollows of his cheekbones that the light from the fire casted upon his gorgeous face. He seemed alien to me, some unreal being of unreal beauty not of this world. Then his slender white hand snaked out, grasped me by the shoulders, and shook me out of my stupor.

"Lestat," he ran his knuckles across my cheek, a touch so utterly delicous and cool that I think I whimpered, "are you alright?"

I nodded, unable to speak. For some reason I always found it hard to say much of anything in Louis presence, unless I was in one of my sour moods. Perhaps his beauty frightened me and yet enthralled me that I became, what you call, "tongue-tied."

He smiled and those luscious lips upturned melted the cold in our cabin and that of the winter night.

"Louis..." I wanted to say those three words so badly but again I couldn't speak, couldn't utter anything more than his name.

"Shh..." he placed a smooth graceful finger above my lips, "I know, I love you too." and with that he kissed me. His warm mouth felt like home. Louis' wispy hand ran thought my golden locks, and he pulled away. I'm sure I whimpered then, reluctant to let go of the kiss as he merely chuckled. A small deep flowing laughter like satin. Louis, ever the seducer and he hadn't the faintest clue of his dark beauty.

The fire crackled before us and I had to look away from him. I warmed my hands against the flames. Not being entranced by him anymore, I found my words again and my voice, too.

"I love you." It felt so good rolling off my tongue like liquid, and I could see him smiling out of the corner of my eye.

"Say that while looking at me, Lestat."

But I could not; I'd lose my words again. He whispered my name, reminding me of the whisper of the ocean tides. I turned only to be engulfed by those pools of green, glittering and licking with flames from the fireplace, his pupils enormous like two infinte black holes. (Isn't it true that when someone's pupils are that dilated, their hormones are working over-time and it's a sign of desire?)

My Louis, my marble god, I'm sure I wept when I made him.

The cabin filled with the scent of earth from the burning wood and mixed with the freesia of his hair. I wanted to run my fingers though that smooth as satin hair, wanted to touch it, but found my hands hard to move. With much effort, I managed an unsteady hand through his brilliant mop of hair and shivered as his cool frail hand touched my own. With grace that would make angels fall to earth, he brought my hand to his lips and kissed my fingertips one by one, finaly working to my palm.

He grinned and stared at me from under the veil of hair that had fallen again over his eye and I felt so vunerable and weak. Imagine, my own fledgling holding me captive and permitting how deep or shallow my ever breath was to be!

"Je t'aime." my whisper came out hoarse and small like a plea for release of the fly to the spider, which was not how I wanted to sound at all. "I love you." louder this time.

Then Louis did an unexpected thing. He turned away and started toward the kitchen. Confused and slightly intrigued, I followed close behind to see hime opening and closing cupboards softly, not really looking for anything and knowing we had nothing in them.

"What-"

He cut me off with a saddened voice,"you're afraid of me, and of what I might do to you."

I shuddered at the precise truth the statement struck. I *was* afraid, afraid my heart would explode from his loving, afraid that he might one day leave me broken and weeping. Oh, this was not like me at all! Yet, it was the truth.

"I'm afraid I might loose you." I heard my voice from a distance, so low that even Louis had to strain to hear it.

"But Lestat, you won't. Ever."

Such reassurance from the one I felt so inlinced to love and be loved from.

"I know." I lied.

He began walking to the door.

"Where are you going?" I called out afraid that I was going to loose him then and there.

"For a walk. It's a beautiful night."

I approached him and stood inches away from his face, "why do you toy with my emotions so?"

"But I don't." He purred into my ear. So, so seductive that it sent shivers down to bone and a longing in my pants.

And without another word, he strolled out of the cabin into the night. I watched him go, the moonlight beaming down on him and glinting off his hair as he hunched his shoulders and crossed his arms across his chest. He looked marvelous out in the night in his natural element. Then before he got too far away, he turned to meet my gaze with his bone white face glowing like a wraith or ghost, and his emerald eyes called out to me. I looked away, pretending to not see the wanting in them, and closed the door to the chilling night air and his stare that burned into my very being.


Part 2 of 3. Hope you like it. Rather short..something to wet your appetite (hopefully)for the next and final part where they do a little more touchy-feely.
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-Louis-

I walked aimlessly through the trees and the wild untamed grass. It was wonderful to be amongst the wilderness and to be surrounded by all the creatures of the night. It would've been better had Lestat joined me, but the Brat Prince was living up to his name. I marvelled at our situation and wondered how and why it took us so long just to get this far in our relationship. I pondered what would happen once I got back to that cozy little cabin. Both Lestat and I were always lethargic while in eachother's company in the past, I despising him for petty things and him hurt by my reclusive behavior. But opposites attract, no? Still, after some time we had lived together, we grew fond of eachother's quiet company. I wouldn't say we were the best of pals but we certainly grew closer and more attuned to eachother's feeling.

Tonight had been the result of a long climaxing emotional drive that finally moved into action. I saw the desire and lust in his eyes, even though he tried to hide it, as surely he had seen in mine and we couldn't help acting like we did. Finally, we gave into our desires and threw caution to the wind, which, I might add, was quite enjoyable. We exchanged those words, "I love you", three simple words that held so much weight and truth and meaning that I probably shant dare say to anyone again. Except Lestat, of course. Brat Prince, yes, but he's *my* Brat Prince.

Back there in the cabin, he was very beautiful sitting next to the fireplace, the warm golden glow lighting up his face and sparkling in his irridescent eyes, complimenting his honey gold hair. I could still remember, as I walked through the shrubs and greenery of the endless night and the dark enveloped me, the taste of his lips. They were silken and perfect. Perfect. Could there ever have been a more perfect creature for me? They had tasted of honey as my tongue melted into his voluptous mouth, and it was the hardest thing I'd ever done when I pulled away from his moist and tender kiss. His hair had smelled of sweet apples that I could almost imagine picked fresh and juicy after a day of basking in the sunlight. So sweet, so rich. God, how I wanted him then and there. But I couldn't, it was too soon. We needed more time, and we had all the time in the world. However, my patience was wearing thin.

Back to the icy night, to the lone paths that wove in and out of the great forest. The haunting owl called out to me as it perched upon a big timberwood, it's gaze following me. I glanced at it and wondered what it's blood tasted like. Unfortunatly it was gone in a blink of an eye. Ah well, I wasn't planning on feeding anyway.

The leaves crunched as I merely walked and admired the beauty of the night. Sometimes I'd wish to see the sun again, but then I'd realize I'd never see the night as I did now, so clearly and differently, that I'd banish all thoughts of nonsense about gazing at the sun.

Soon the leaves stopped crunching underfoot and I looked up realizing that I'd made my way back to the cabin and was now upon the cobblestone walkway leading to the door. Anxiety washed over me as I cam closer and closer, and saw a small flicker of light come from the fireplace through the window. I was, possibly, fearful of what was to happen next. Perhaps I was just anxious to get inside and lay eyes upon Lestat again. Nonetheless, I opened the door as it gave a creak, and smiled broadly as I saw him stretched out across the floor in front of the fire with a pillow nestled in his arms across his chest. I wanted him beyond all patience.

Final, part 3 of 3. Hope you enjoyed reading about Lou and 'Stat's vacation in the woods. Finally, they get some action...and thanks Ann and Jaded Scorpio and whoever else might've read it, for reading it.
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-Lestat-

I watched as he came and lay down beside me, his tender hand brushing back my hair from my eyes that were focusing on the ceiling, making it unbearably hard to not look at him. His tenuous fingers drew the pillow out of my hold and placed it under my head.

"Comfortable?"

I nodded.

"Good." he said as his fingers began workng at lifting my sweater up.

"No, Louis-" I protested half-heartedly and pushed my sweater back down.

He lay on top of me now that I felt his body tense as if a bolt of electricity had struck through him. I placed my hands on his shoulders, rubbing the length of his thin arms and feeling the lean and taut muscles underneath. He felt so good!

Louis looked at me in a manner that was half confusion, half disappointment. And he was pouting! That lip of his looked absolutly delicious at this point in time!

"It's just that-...we need to talk." I studdered. Only Louis, and some very intimidating ancients, could make me studder with my speech like so.

"But why?" He frowned which made me want to kiss him even more. To think, Louis was anticipating this more than me.

"Because...this is moving too fast, and we need to talk of our feelings."

"But I said I love you, and I do. And Lestat, we've known eachother long enough for this to not be moving as fast as you think. We should've been at this point ages ago. Now what more can there be to say?"

What he said struck me as true and some odd relief flowed over me. I gripped his arms, careful not to crush his bones but tenacious enough to apply some pressure, "S'il vous plait, mon cher?"

He sighed and rolled off of me to the left in one fluid liquid motion. "You know how to spoil a good moment, Lestat."

"I know, my love, I know." I thought to myself and instantly regretted having ruined the good moment, but I had to talk with him. Trouble was, now that I had his attention, I could think of nothing to say. I opened my mouth, then closed it again.

He propped himself up on one elbow and rested his chin in his hand, "well?" A dark eyebrow arched questioning as he waited for me to make my point. It was so hard to resist pulling him to me and ravishing him with kisses that it took all the will power I could muster. And I didn't have much of it at the moment. His eyes widened as I pulled him back on top of me and my mouth locked onto his. His slithering tongue penetrated every surface of my mouth like a wet eal, foreign at first and my mouth wanted to swallow it but it just couldn't be done. The kisses grew more softer, languid, and less urgent, slower...deeper, deeper until I thought he'd
surely kiss the back of my throat. Mon Dieu, how hot and enticing he was! He nearly teased me to death as he slowly began runnung his hands underneath my sweater and pulling it upward.

"Louis..." I managed, muffled by his kisses, "Oh Louis, don't stop."

His cold hands began to probe my smooth chest, tracing my abdomen and drawing tiny circles around my nipples. Then he pinched hard and I hissed in pleasure. "Louis.." I moaned.

He became more ecstatic and openly aroused. His organ was pulsing lividly against mine and longed to get out of the fabric of his trousers.

It was futile to resist him; I would just be wasting precious valuable time and energy because it had gone too far by now. The sweater was off of me and soon my trousers would be too as Louis slid down and started to pull them off by tugging on them with his teeth.

There was nothing I could do but enjoy my Beautiful One take me, take me into his hot mouth and be enveloped by sweetness, and I was more than willing to comply.

Finis