Disclaimer: All characters are property of ABC/Disney--I'm just using them to fuel my imagination.
A/N: This is set right after the breakup on the docks. It's smutty, so close the screen now if smut scares you. :) Until next time--PCGirl.
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It only took the first kiss and John's mind was made up—she wasn't leaving tonight. He needed this—one last time making love in the home they made, one last chance to memorize everything about her, as if he could forget.
Natalie knew it was wrong—to fall into his kiss. It was never the making love that was a problem for them, but as much as she wanted to she couldn't pull away—and the thought of initiating the stop to all of this was lost as he started walking backwards and laid them both down on the couch.
John's mouth left hers and started drifting to her neck, taking in the scent of her hair, the softness of it—this was wrong, he thought. He wanted to go back to the docks and say she was wrong—they could make it work. That he'd do whatever she thought was necessary—just don't let this be the end.
His hot breath on her neck was causing goose bumps to rise on her arms—he always had that ability though with her. She felt his hand start gliding down her sides and then lift up the hem of her shirt before going to work on getting her pants undone. He was moving slowly though—too slow, she thought, as another part of her didn't want tonight to end.
He couldn't help but grin at her bucking her hips up at him as he worked at her pants, pulling them down just to her knees and then whispering in her ear, "I'm going to take my time tonight—remember everything about you." As he said his hand moved slowly up her thigh and until his fingers grazed the moistened seat of her panties. By touch alone he knew exactly which ones she was wearing and he felt himself harden just a little more at the knowledge.
Natalie felt his fingers reach her core and slowly start their quest to bring her to climax—his other hand made its way up her side and began rubbing her nipple through the lace bra. She grabbed onto his arms for support as he brought her to climax and tried to muffle her moans into his shirt.
As she came down she felt him get off of top of her and wondered if that was it—was it over now? She looked into John's eyes and knew he wasn't done—he removed her shoes and pants slowly before picking her up and carrying her to the bed. He didn't lay her down though, but sat her at the bottom of the bed. At noticing John was still completely dressed she reached for his shirt—fumbling with the buttons before finally ripping it open and watching the buttons go flying, hearing one land on the bathroom floor with a quick clink.
John took his pants and boxers off quickly before helping her with her shirt, then reaching behind, and with ease, unclasped her bra so she was naked in front of him.
She moved to the back of the bed, lying down as John came and hovered over her—taking in the beauty that was her. As he studied her he knew one thing—if this was truly the last time they ever made love he would hate himself for the rest of his life for letting her—his soul mate—get away.