Author's Note
: The main characters (Gabriel Knight, Grace Nakimura) are the property of Sierra / Vivendi Universal and Jane Jensen. Okay, moving on... This takes place during the events of GK3: Blood of the Sacred, Blood of the Damned.
I wrote this when I was 19, so it's rather rough compared to my later stuff. Enjoy.
* * *
Gabriel awoke to find himself on the floor, his body dripping with sweat. A late-night breeze drifted into the room through the open window, chilling his skin.
His muscles were stiff with tension as he slowly lifted himself from the floor. His hand automatically went to his chest, seeking the talisman. It was still there. Gabriel could feel the cool gold against his palm; it relieved him, soothed him.
His eyes traveled to the window, and he felt his pulse race. He leapt to close and secure the lock.
Once the window became closed once more, Gabriel turned his back against the frame, breathing hard as the dream's images blazed once again through his mind.
Oh, sweet Jesus. The dream seemed so real... was it a dream? God!
Gabriel's heart felt like it would burst when he remembered what happened at the very end of the dream, when the Vampire entered the room...
Gracie.
He closed his eyes and recalled the Vampire floating on air, hovering over the bed where Grace was sleeping. The innocence of slumber. Gabriel remembered the helplessness that he felt as he watched the intruder look upon Grace with ravenous lust, and then look back at Gabriel. He saw the Night Stalker's eyes, glowing red in the darkness. Those eyes held triumph in them; the vampire knew that he held all the cards, that he had all of the control.
Gabriel had tried to move, to run and kill the bastard that had the nerve to try to hurt Grace. He had wanted to shout out loud, "Get the fuck away her, you son of a bitch! She's MINE! Damn you to Hell!"
The sound of clothing being torn.
Oh, God!
The sight of the Night Stalker's tongue traveling across golden skin, starting from the stomach and trailing upwards to taste her firm, ample breasts... Grace's moan of shock and pleasure as the vampire captured a sweet nipple between his lips and began to suck... her hips lifting off of the bed, her pelvis grinding against the bed sheets draped over her mound as she slept on.
Gabriel opened his eyes, his heart beating wildly against his chest. He looked at the bed, veiled in darkness. There was no movement underneath the sheets, and Gabriel's breath was trapped in his throat as he walked towards the bed, not knowing what he would find.
He reached the bed and stood next to the empty side. He cautiously climbed inside, checking the darkness around the room for any other "guests." He looked at the bulge of the figure beside him, and with trembling fingers he reached for the blankets and began to pull them away.
Grace was sleeping soundly, unharmed. Her skin glowed radiantly and her face held a peaceful expression. Gabriel released the breath that he had been holding for so long.
His vision became blurred as he looked down at her, and he touched a hand to his face and it came away wet. Gabriel was shocked as he realized that he was crying, and he tried to grab a tissue from the nearby nightstand.
Grace, disturbed from her sleep by Gabriel's movement on the bed, opened her eyes and turned her head to see Gabriel wiping away tears.
"Gabriel? What's wrong?"
Gabriel paused in what he was doing to look at her, unable to answer. Grace saw his tears flowing and she became concerned, raising a hand to rest on his face. He closed his eyes at her touch, and he wished that he could freeze the moment in time. He took her hand away from his face and pressed his lips against it. He opened his eyes once more, and he couldn't stop looking at her.
Dear God, she is beautiful. So damn beautiful.
Moonlight shone into the room through the window, bathing everything in an otherworldly light. Her lips, which he had longed to taste many times, were moist and inviting.
He felt his erection growing, his jeans tightening. He licked his lips and saw that Grace's gaze had lowered to his mouth.
Grace's eyes were locked onto his full, sensual lips. Lips that she had dreamt of many times, lips that she wanted on her skin... right now.
Her lips parted in excitement, and Gabriel couldn't help but imagine the feel of her lips on his own, on his chest, his stomach... on his cock.
Gabriel let out a moan of longing, and Grace felt her nipples tingle against her nightgown and the heat of her pussy between her thighs.
Grace pulled the sheets further away from their bodies, and she slowly crawled from her spot on the bed towards Gabriel. She had become a predator, seeking to satisfy her lust for this man who had been her frustration and her desire for all the years that they've been together.
Gabriel lay on his side of the bed, watching her come to him. She moved softly, sensually. He blinked his eyes to make sure that he wasn't still dreaming. He wasn't; it was her, and she moved to his side of the bed, peering at him through the darkness.
"Do you want me?"
Grace was close enough to him that her thigh brushed against his, her breath stirring his hair.
Gabriel's heart was in his throat as he stared back at her, dumbstruck.
"Do you want me, Gabriel?"
Her tongue snaked out of her mouth to trace the line of his jaw before suddenly pulling away. He watched as she straddled his thighs, his fabric of his jeans preventing full contact between them.
All he could say was "Mmm," as he watched Grace sit up on his thighs and lean back, allowing a strap of her nightgown to slide down and off one silky shoulder. He was mesmerized by the sight. He grew even more excited as he saw her breasts and nipples clearly outlined against the fabric. He longed to tear the gown off and fill his hands with her softness, but something told him to let her take charge.
Let's see where she goes with this. I may like it. Hell, I'll LOVE it!
Gabriel's thought quickly went away as Grace began to circle her hips, rubbing his cock through his jeans.
Ohh, shit!
Gabriel let out a low moan and his hands stroked her thighs, crawling upward.
