NIKKI/NORA

One Steamy, Nameless Night in Nola

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Author: docwho2100

Fandom and Pairing: Nikki/Nora - F/F

Rating: R - NC-17

Timing: Takes place many years before the pilot – a possible first meeting

Disclaimer: Nikki & Nora are the property of Nancylee Myatt and Warner Bros. Television. No infringement intended.

Feedback: Oh Yes Please - You can email docwho2000@hotmail.com

Authors’ notes:

There was this discussion about first meetings started by some people in the Ladycops livejournal community and the Nikki and Nora BB - and I read a couple of fics along the lines of them meeting before being partners and in a non-cop setting (I know I read a fanfic somewhere about them meeting at a bar, I am trying to find it again and give a shout out to it as it has a similar premise, if anyone reading this knows which one I mean, let me know so I can update with a mention of the story.)

So here is my twist on those ideas and stories other have done; a possible first meeting between Nikki and Nora. The characterizations are a bit AU, but I went ahead and tweaked and pulled the ladies in this direction ; )

This has nothing to do or related to the other N & N stories I have written, this is just a quickie 2 parter, nothing fancy.

Character thoughts appear between ~ ~ symbols

Some possible music to go with the story: “Sleep Together” by Garbage, “What Would Happen If We Kissed” by Meredith Brooks and “Buttons” by the Pussycat Dolls

One Steamy, Nameless Night in Nola

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Life was decidedly not a happy happening right now for Nora Delaney. She morosely ordered another drink; was it her third, fourth, sixth? It didn’t matter. She’d eventually have the bartender help pour her into a cab. She had decided awhile ago tonight was not a night to be found sober.

It’d started when she was told earlier in the day she’d been passed over for promotion to Detective. That was the “icing on the cake” as she had been dumped three days ago by her boyfriend and her brothers had been dogging her over some family issues. Mix all of that together and Nora had declared this to be “Un-Nora” day. She was sick of being herself. So for one night she was going to do everything that she normally would not be caught dead doing, thinking or instigating.

She’d gone home so she could change out of uniform. Calling a cab, she picked a bar on the other side of town, far away from anyone she might know. She didn’t want to run into someone who might remind her of “Nora-isms”. Cause her to fall back into old habits and to just go home for the night par usual.

No… tonight she wanted something different. Her mindset determined as she was half convinced it was her being herself and relying on her normal traits that had earnd her the denial, the fake smile and, “No worries Delaney, there’ll be another rotation and set of openings in another three months, maybe six.”

She made a face and sipped her drink. Six months of listening to her brothers and family remind her of her failure. To coach her and offer good, sound advice that she should have followed earlier. It was always a contest in the Delaney household.

“No, damnit, no more thinking like that. Tonight I’m…” She took a couple of gulps of her drink and then set the glass down. “I’m going to…” She waved down the bartender, asking for a pen. Once she had the writing implement, she snagged a napkin and began muttering to herself.

“Tonight I am going to…” She started writing, the penmanship a bit shaky as she was deep into a buzz. “The next single person who sits down on the stool to my left I’m going to go for – no questions – no regrets – no hidden meanings or anything beyond a one night stand – no names – no nothing but one steamy nameless night in Nola.”

She put the pen down as if she had just exerted a great effort and picked up the napkin. She read what she had written and blushed a bit. She followed that with a puckered lips frown. Picking the pen back up, the blonde added a couple of exclamation points to drive the point home. “No waffling Delaney.”

She looked at the empty seat. “Just let go for once. Of course this is insane and will get you killed or diseased and is dangerous…” She dropped the napkin back down, grimacing. “The way my fucking luck is going the damn Nola Serial Killer will be out needing a Hurricane.”

Finishing her drink, she got off her chair, hanging her denim jacket on the back of the barstool as she waved the bartender over. “Can I get another one when I get back? Don’t put it down before I return, ok?” She recalled the report that had gone out during a morning debriefing a few weeks ago about the rise of drugs in bars, unsuspecting victims tagged when they left a drink unattended.

“Great, still on the job and always being a cop. Wonder if I can make it through a whole pee trip without thinking one cop thing?” She aimed the vitriolic comment at herself as she staggered a little and began weaving back toward the restrooms.

* * * * *

Nikki Beaumont sighed as she aimlessly drove down a street. She knew she was lost, but didn’t care. Realizing she should pull over before she caused an accident, she saw a small bar up ahead and pulled into the parking lot. Turning off her headlights, she rested her forehead on the steering wheel and willed herself not to cry once again.

She’d spent the last six hours being told by almost everyone she knew how disappointed they were in her. Then there were the auditors and people she did not know whose facial expressions and comments had stung just as much. It wasn’t really her fault. It was Paula’s. But then Paula had managed to pull a hat trick by running off with all of the charity’s funds, jeopardizing the case she was currently working on and dumping her for some bimbo blonde cheerleader.

So much for being the hot young lawyer, following in her father’s footsteps to take over his place at the law firm since he had moved into politics; now she was a social disgrace. The only position she was poised to take over was the one where everyone talked about her at the next year’s worth of social functions. She would have to wear the false smile and play dumb as everyone took their turn making up stories about fictitious people who happened to have gone through the same set of circumstances as her. The stories a way to let people gossip and pass judgment while still feeling good about themselves.

Why did everyone always expect so much; for her to be the good daughter. Always depended on to come through in the end and if Nikki Beaumont did not deliver the goods, she was deemed a social pariah.

“Well fuck them all.” She looked around and sat up straighter. “Yes, fuck, fuck, fuck. No social graces, foul-mouthed and rude, no walking the straight and narrow and setting an example for the public eye, and definitely no more socialite Nikki Beaumont.” She hit the wheel with the heel of her hand to emphasize her proclamation.

“I am done. I’ve been the good girl for much too long a time. It’s time to let the bad girl out to play.” She got out of the car in a huff, popping the trunk. Standing by the back of the car, she undid a few of the buttons on her blouse, pulling the cloth aside so her silk bra could easily be seen.

She pulled a pair of black jeans from a bag in the trunk and began changing out of the dress pants she had on, not caring if anyone saw her and not giving a donkey’s behind in hell what people might think. She completed her outfit with a pair of leather boots and a dark leather jacket.

Still pulling on her new clothes a bit, she headed inside the bar, staying near the doorway for a few minutes to adjust to the surroundings and survey the place. She noticed it was fairly packed out, a mixture of classes and people. Some at tables in the middle, or at one of the two bars, a good number in the booths that ringed the outer walls of the place.

Noting two empty seats at the end of one of the bars, she began making her way there, returning all of the looks and appraising sounds made as she weaved through the crowd. It took her a few minutes to get to her destination as her flirty, playful side was coming out in full bloom and she took advantage of every look, comment and touch that was sent her way.

Ohhhhh yeah, this was going to be a good night.

Nearing, she saw a jeans jacket on the back of one seat, so she took the empty seat on the left. She flirted a bit with the guy sitting next to her, ordering a long island ice tea as she bantered back and forth. She continued the charm when the guy’s girlfriend came back, giving both equal treatment. She finally waved goodbye, offering a mock pout as the couple left.

Nodding as the server left her drink, she turned, intending to pick a plaything from the crowd. A napkin with writing on the counter next to her caught her attention and she could not help but pick the item up, working to read the note in the dim light. Her dark eyebrows arched languidly upwards as she read the declaration.

Her lips pushed out a bit as she considered the statement. Looking at the empty seat, Nikki wagged her finger back and forth a few times as she worked out she was sitting in the, “hot seat” according to the napkin. She took a few large drinks of her beverage as she replaced the napkin, contemplating this new found possibility.

A very evil leer began to work its way across her face as she continued to ruminate and imagine possibilities. “How deliciously perfect,” she purred. “One steamy night in Nola sounds exactly like what I need.”

* * * * *

Nora held the door open as she exited the restroom, nodding at the two women entering. She stumbled a bit to the side, the world spinning in a pleasant way as she began to weave her way back to her seat. She was beginning to experience the “wall”. That wonderful barrier that sometimes develops when extremely buzzed where you are standing here and the rest of the world is “wayyyyy over there” a nice “wall” between you and everything else.

It was that wall that Nora wanted, to feel distanced from everything. Happy about her state, she let her gaze wander, not trying to control her actions, a departure for her, yet one that fell in line with her attitude for the night.

Her police training still hung with her as she continued to survey the crowd, assessing for possible threat. This action was arrested however as Nora’s attention was snagged by a couple in a booth. The shadows shrouding most of their erotic actions, yet enough was illuminated to keep Nora gazing, staring.

She kept moving in the general direction of her seat, gaze still locked on the couple, tripping a little as she bumped into someone near the bar. She didn’t even notice how the person steadied her as she was entranced by the amorous couple, licking her lips some as her mind whirled with the prospect.

It was not until the voice whispered in her ear that she realized the person who had steadied her had not let her go.

“They are putting on quite a show, aren’t they?”

Nora could not quite tell if the voice was masculine or feminine at first as her senses were overloaded and focused on how it felt to have the husky, smoky voice stroking along her ear, the breath hot and enticing.

A breathy laugh followed the question and Nora shivered, but dared not move any further, not wanting to disrupt the voice, wanting to hear more; to feel the hot words sweep across her ear and entire body. It had been too long since someone had provoked a reaction like this from her.

The blonde swallowed hard then, the anticipation building as her unseen partner seemed not to be in a rush to speak. Just as she was about to turn, she felt a body press against her, a hand pulling her blonde hair back, allowing those seductive lips to bring their smoky allure closer.

She drew back, blinking a few times as she finally realized there was a firmer pressure on her butt, a hand squeezing, feeling her up. She tensed slightly, but did not move to stop the hand’s exploration.

“Such a public display. Daring and dangerous, don’t you think? Would that be something you would do?” The hand slid along the blonde’s back and then side, snaking around to dance across Nora’s abdomen.

Nora focused back on the couple, knowing she should turn away. She slowly shook her head no.

“Aww, too bad…”

Nora jumped in, cutting off the voice, afraid it would leave or stop. “But it is something I want to do.” She took in a deep breath, not quite realizing she’d answer that way; surprised also at how rough her response sounded.

Turning, she came face to face with watchful brown eyes, eyes that held devilish wonder and playful danger. Nora took in a sharp breath and stepped back, not having expected a woman.

“So you want to be touched like that, but not in the open?” Nikki phrased it as a question, sensing the retraction of the blonde. She swiveled her upper body, picking up her cocktail. Those luscious brown eyes peering over the lip of the glass as she took a drink.

“I, um, ah, sorry, I…” Nora stuttered a bit, then looked at where she was and noted she was at her seat. She caught sight of the napkin, her eyes flaring as she realized the brunette was in the seat her note had referenced. Nikki just watched, knowing exactly what mental trip the blonde was taking.

~~So how far will you go?~~ Nikki decided to be mischievous and push the blonde for an answer. Leaning an elbow on the bar, Nikki threaded her fingers through her hair, tilting her chest forward to give the woman a very revealing view.

“I…” Nora’s thoughts were derailed as she was drawn to the open blouse, tracing the line between skin and silk. Didn’t she just proclaim this was to be one night of nothing associated with the status quo? She looked at the napkin; was she already going to back out and give up. Was this sort of indecisiveness what had kept the promotion from her?

“Darlin’, what ever you are contemplating, I hope you come to resolution soon because you have me captivated and in suspense.” Nikki drawled out, leaning forward, shoulders swaying back and forth. “I do love the build of anticipation, but it does mean I must find a way to release all of my tension after.” She jutted out her bottom lip in a mock pout.

Nora’s eyes snapped up, falling deep into the trap those lips and eyes had set. “It’s, um, not good to keep all that tension locked in…”

“I see we think alike, I knew I liked you from the first moment I saw you. So, nameless and steamy in Nola, care to help me find a way to release that inner tension?”

Nora drew in tight, wavering on the edge, “I’m not, I haven’t done much with women…”

Nikki smiled, a warm, tender smile as she reached out and laid a hand along Nora’s upper arm. “Oh honey, this is about fun and a night to just let go, that’s all, no experience or expectations.”

“You would be alright with that?” Nora waved at the napkin.

“Yes.” Nikki said simply, a moment’s break from her coy and teasing manner. The brunette followed by picking up her drink, holding it up to offer a “toast”. “To adventure and...”

“Letting go.” Nora finished, taking in a deep breath as she took the napkin, putting it in her pocket.

Nora hesitated a few moments, putting her jacket back on, the familiar action helping to center her. She then held out a hand, smiling when Nikki took the offered hand, easing off the stool. Taking in a deep breath, Nora followed the brunette out, ready to go wherever this night and woman might take her.

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