If you don't want to read smut - you can wait until the next chapter.

I Thought It Was You 12?
by Athena13
NC-17

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From Chapter 11

John took her bag out of her hands and put it on the couch. He put his hands on her cheeks and leaned down. "You're here because I don't want anything to happen to you. I may not be able to be with you every minute, as much as I'd love to be right now, but there is nothing I won't do to make sure you're safe."

Tears blurred her vision as she looked into John's beautiful blue eyes. Eyes that had been impenetrable for too long. Inside them she could see the John McBain who had held her while she mourned her husband, who had kissed her passionately in the middle of the casino in AC and the one who lent her his coat in the park when they had said goodbye. That had been the last time he had let her in. Until this moment she hadn't realized how lonely it had been being shut out. Love flooded her senses.

"Are you all right?"

She heard his caring rasp and she nodded even as tears began to flood.

"Come lie down." John hustled her over to the bed.

"Not alone." She put her hand on his cheek to still his worry. How could she have been worrying that it was too soon to be here?

"You just got out of the hospital."

She felt John tremble underneath her hands as he struggled to be noble. She loved that about him. She laughed through her tears and put her arms around his neck.

"Wanna play doctor?" she whispered into his ear.

"Natalie." Her name was a groan. He put his hands on her back.

She didn't know if he intended to pull her away or pull her closer, but she wasn't going to wait to find out. Natalie hopped up and put her legs around his waist.

"Take me to bed, Detective."

"Dinner." John's words came out on a pant as Natalie slid her lips over his neck.

"We can order in. Later."

With a groan John tumbled them onto the bed.

"Aren't you glad to be alive?"

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BEGIN CHAPTER 12 – NC17 WARNING

"Ow"

"Shit!" John flipped them over so that Natalie was on top of him.

"Are you all right?" He began to run his hands over her body. "You just got out of the hospital. I'm so stupid!"

"John. Calm down. You're just a big guy. My only symptom is a sore throat."

"You swear?" John pushed her hair off her face. He was still frowning with worry.

"Pinky swear. You're not going to stop using your hands are you?" Her fiery hair formed a curtain around their faces.

John's laugh was tinged with both amusement and relief. He put his hands on her back and pressed her against him.

"That's better." Natalie wiggled until she was straddling him.

"God." John groaned before capturing her lips in a kiss.

As always their kiss turned hot and deep almost immediately, but there was a difference this time. This time they didn't have to stop and pretend that either of them was sorry that it happened. This time they could revel in the taste and feel of the other.

John's hands slid up Natalie's back to hold her head captive above him. She tasted like sweet fire in his mouth as their tongues slid together. Natalie's grasp echoed his.

John tilted his hips and turned them until they were lying next to each other in the bed. Their lips never parted. Now, Natalie's left arm was curved around his neck and her other hand was inching his shirt out of the way so she could touch his skin. He moaned as her fingers began to caress him. He slid a leg between hers and pressed against her. He moaned again when she arched against him and her head fell back and she let out a groan of her own.

Her fingers pinched his side as she gasped for breath and she leveraged herself on his knee to lift up and capture his ear in her teeth.

Emboldened by her responsiveness, he slid his hand over her shirt to cup her breast. He lightly contracted his palm, matching her movements against his knee. At her rough demand on his neck he pinched her nipple. She whimpered and moved against him urgently. He smiled and continued his relatively chaste exploration of her breast through her clothes.

"John!" She scratched her nails lightly on his back and arched her hips against him. He chuckled and bent down to capture her throbbing nipple between his lips. His hands were on his back pressing her into his mouth. Her head was thrown back and her hair was entwined in his fingers.

He moved his mouth to her other breast, teasing that one until he heard her gasp and felt her squeeze his leg with her thighs.

Fighting his desire to dive into the flames, he slipped his hand under her black t-shirt and pushed it up. He chuckled when she lifted her arms and helped him remove it. He was almost undone by the sight of a black bra against her white skin, but this would be their first time and he was damned if it was going to end before it began.

"John!"

At her cry he looked into her eyes and felt himself almost bowled over by the love and lust in their sparkling depths.

"I don't want to wait."

"I know you don't." John opened the button of her jeans with one hand and unzipped them. His gaze never wavered from hers as he slid them down her legs, not until he found his progress stopped.

"Shoes." It was Natalie's turn to chuckle.

He looked down and cursed under his breath when he saw that she was wearing sneakers with the laces tied.

"Why couldn't you be wearing those hospital booties that Michael wears?" He pulled at her laces roughly, causing them to tighten and tangle.

"John, I'll never get them off if you do that."

John reached over her head, opened his night table and took out a knife.

"John!" Natalie exclaimed in surprise.

John cut through the laces, folded the knife, and tossed it back in the drawer. Proud of himself, he smiled at Natalie as he pulled off her shoes and tossed them over his back onto the floor. Then he got on his knees and pulled her pants the rest of the way off. They soon found their way to the floor amongst the shoes and socks.

Natalie laughed as John prowled his way up her body until he was hovering over her, holding himself up on his well-muscled arms.

For a long moment they just looked into each other's eyes and shared their amusement. Then John's smile began to slip.

"What are you thinking?" Natalie bit her lip while she waited for him to shut her down.

"I'm thinking I almost lost you twice in two days and now you're here and I can touch you all I want."

"Don't be sad, not now." Natalie stroked his face.

"I'm not sad. I'm really, really happy." John let himself down so that he was laying propped up on his side flush against her. He put his hand on her neck and caressed his way to her lips. "I can kiss you." So saying, he leaned over and pressed his lips to hers. They sighed against each other.

Slowly they entwined their bodies. John's clothes hung off the bed and were crumpled on the floor. They kissed and caressed every inch of each other that they could reach.

"I love you." John's rasped more than once as he slid her bra straps off her shoulders and cupped her breasts. A tear slid down Natalie's cheek at his tenderness.

"Please," she pleaded as his tongue slid slowly over her sensitized nipple. Tortuously slow he sucked it into his mouth and began to increase the pressure. As he suckled, his other hand slid down her stomach to her black panties. Once there he slid his fingertips underneath to touch her wetness.

"Please!" Natalie writhed under his ministrations. Her hands tangled in his hair and she bucked on his hand.

Heedless of her cries, John took his time to moving to her other breast. Simultaneous with taking her other nipple in his mouth he slid two fingers into her. He matched his suckling to his movements, in and out of her body.

"John. John." Natalie cried out as he took her slowly to the precipice. As she edged towards the edge, John was sliding down her body. As she began to crest, John slid his tongue inside her drank in her pulsing wet. Above him, Natalie thrashed and bucked with her release.

After a few minutes her body began to settle and she came back to awareness. But John wasn't done. His tongue and fingers continued their dance until she was once again pleading for him.

This time, he couldn't hold back. He stopped his ministrations and grabbed a condom. Natalie's hand on his arm stopped him. She took it and smiled mischievously up at him. She opened the package and slid the condom over his thick length. He groaned at her teasing motion.

When she was done they looked at each other, their eyes catching. Holding. Connecting. Then slowly he slid himself inside her aching center. He filled her, he stretched her. She gasped and clenched around him; pulling, pulsing, he couldn't control himself and hebegan to pushinto her quicker, harder, faster.

She met his rhythm. Pulling him deeper and higher than he had ever been before.

Sinuously they moved against each other.

Natalie's nails dug into John's back as he filled her.

Wetness seeped from John's eyes as he felt her surround and hold him. He had never felt as safe and secure as he felt sinking into her.

Sooner than he wanted he felt himself pulse and fill her. Together, they cried out and met each other in a timeless rhythm.

Soon, their movements slowed and he collapsed on top of Natalie. Her arms held him to her as they tried to catch their breath.

"I love you." Natalie panted.

"I love you, too." John opened his eyes and pressed a kiss to each of her eyelids. The blue of his eyes had never been so deep and clear. Nothing was being held back in his gaze.

Natalie opened her eyes and their gazes caught.

Natalie caught her breath and slid her fingers through his long, dark hair. He smiled at her ministrations and pecked her lips.

"Me too." He slid his lips over her neck.

End...for now.