A/N: I know I have Crazy and Wicked Game to write on too but I can't seem to stop writing on F.A.L! So here's another chapter!

CHAPTER 11

Trish stared at the man who had just walked in, glancing back at Noel who was trying to not look at him. "Oh my god, who IS that?" She demanded, beginning to smirk when Noel blushed. Was her friend having an affair?

"Just a guy I met at the mall a few weeks ago." Noel murmured, shooting Trish a 'don't even' look. "We went to a movie, that was IT." She growled in frustration when Trish' smirk got even wider; trying not to laugh at the irony of the situation. She had decided she wasn't going to see him again but here he was, right out of her mind and in the flesh. Her eyes widened when his heard turned in their direction. "Oh shit."

"What?"

John didn't go that way however, he began making rounds of the club; getting a feel for the place. "Her husband's here." He murmured, catching sight of Shane laughing it up with a few other men.

"There you go, he didn't even see you." Trish said, lightly slapping Noel on the shoulder. "You need to chill out, woman. Have fun, this is a party. I'm going to go dance with Jay, maybe you should consider it."

"I'm not dancing with Jay."

"I meant dancing in general!" Trish laughed when Noel flashed her a smile. "And here I thought you'd forgotten how to crack a joke." Shaking her head, she walked away.

Noel breathed a sigh of mixed relief and disappointment when it appeared John was heading for a familiar face that wasn't her. She drained the rest of her wine and set the glass down on a cluttered table; wishing for another but knew better.

She idly watched as Trish and Jay sizzled on the dance floor; shaking her head when someone whistled, that was an interesting couple to say the least.

She glanced towards Shane when she heard his laugh, watching as he headed upstairs to the VIP lounge with a few of his own friends; rolling her eyes.

"Hello, Noel."

She jumped, feeling herself brushing against a hard; muscular body and inhaled sharply. "John."

He had come up behind her, nestled between the wall and a large; ugly as sin statue. If by chance her husband looked at her, he wouldn't see John.

"Nice seeing you here."

"What a coincidence." She murmured, her back pressed to his chest from jumping when he had spooked her. She inhaled deeply, regretting it instantly. Did he have to smell so damn good?

***

Matt cocked his head to the side, frowning because all he could see was black. "Punk, that camera on the belt buckle wasn't one of your more brilliant ideas. I can't see shit."

"Yeah well… I was improvising." Phil said defensively.

"Will you two just shut the hell up already?" Chris snapped, his blue eyes on the screen. Thanks to the mini cam they knew John had approached her from behind… and that she was wearing a skirt.

***

"I got an invitation, thought I'd check the place out." John said casually, resting one hand lightly on her hip. "Seeing you is an unexpected pleasure."

"I see." After deciding they were fairly well hidden, she turned around to look up at him. "And you thought you'd just come say hello?" She arched a brown eyebrow at him; hazel eyes raking over his attire and stepped back to continue her appraisal.

***

"Damn she has some fine legs, see those thighs? I bet she works out."

"Chris, put the bat down, Phil's head is fine the shape it is."

***

"You look different."

"How so?" John asked amusedly, looking down at himself. "I thought I cleaned up pretty nice."

"You do."

"You look beautiful, Noel." He murmured, looking her over as well. The skirt was modest compared to the other's in the room, coming maybe an inch over her knees; but he had noticed while approaching her that it also clung quite well to her shapely ass and inwardly groaned.

"Now that we've finished ogling one another." Noel said, amusement in her tone. "Why are you standing here with me when you could be out there breaking some poor woman's heart?" She teased, trying to keep things light; remembering their last overly awkward moment.

"You think I could break a woman's heart?" He laughed softly and shook his head; slowly reaching out to brush the back of his hand against her cheek. "You are the only woman I'm interested in, Noel. I don't want to break your heart." He frowned when he felt her tremble, knowing he was overstepping himself.

Noel let out a shaky breath.

"Why haven't you called me?" He asked suddenly, trying to keep the hurt from his voice. "I wanted to apologize for what I said the last time we saw each other, it was wrong."

"I've been busy." She murmured, gently pulling his hand away from her face though she didn't let go as she lowered their hands between their bodies. "And… I didn't know if I wanted to see you again." She admitted.

***

"Oh shit…"

Matt was now sitting on Chris, moving over so Phil could as well, both of them knowing if this moment progressed, the shit was going to hit the fan.

***

"I'm glad that you're here though." She whispered, squeezing his hand.

"I am too, Noel." He whispered huskily, intertwining their fingers together and wished he could take away the pain he saw swirling in her eyes. She was a beautiful woman, intelligent and had a sense of humor as well as class. He knew Chris loved her, but that didn't mean he couldn't feel something for her as well.

Even if it did make him feel guilty as hell.

"I missed you." His mouth was now against her ear.

Noel didn't even bother trying to suppress the shiver that coursed through her, knowing he would feel it regardless since they were almost pressed together. She raised her head, their lips brushing against each others just as he was pulling away. The electricity that flowed between them took her breath away.

***

Phil heard a sharp intake of breath, followed by John's low curse and wished he wasn't holding Chris down. "I want to see what's happening." He whined, ignoring the incredulous look Matt shot him.

"I'll tell you what's happening!" Chris grunted, his face red with exertion. "That son of a bitch is going to die is what's happening!"

"Calm down Chris, or we're going to knock you out." Matt cautioned, hoping John enjoyed his night because he was likely to die when it was over.

***

That spark was what made John wrap one strong arm around Noel's waist and pull her against him; filling the gap between their bodies as he kissed her. Ignoring the sound of music and other people; he gently guided her back behind the statue; turning her so she was leaning against the wall; his body shielding hers from sight.

Noel wrapped her arms around his neck, parting her mouth for him when his tongue swiped her bottom lip; her body igniting in seconds as she pressed herself against him.

"Noel…" He whispered against her lips; groaning softly when she kissed him again. He couldn't stop and he couldn't pull away, he didn't have the strength too.

This was wrong, this was so wrong.

She was married, she was a well respected public figure; she was going to die if her husband ever found out. But even with all that knowledge, Noel couldn't pull away. it had been so long since she had been kissed like this; like she was wanted, needed and she responded to it with a passion she hadn't felt in years.

He wanted her, and he was going to burn in Hell for it. Tearing his lips from hers, he pressed his forehead to hers; staring into her dark; almost brown eyes. "Noel, I want you…" He admitted huskily; closing his eyes as he trailed the tip of his nose along her hairline and then down to her neck; burying his face in the crook of her throat.

"I want you too." Her own voice was fairly husky.

Whatever happened after she would deal with, so long as she could have this one moment.

Noel knew they were out of sight and probably wouldn't be heard over the music that was rocking the building, but she didn't want to take of the chance of being spotted anyway. Taking John by the hand, she led him between the wall and curtain; disappearing into a room that had yet to be finished. Once inside, she locked the door behind them.

Will they get caught or do they get their moment? And will Chris snap and murder John?