Got Smut?

A/N - I've edited this section slightly to remove the reference to faux cris since I decided that never happened in this storyline.

Part 2
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"Hey Mikey. Yeah, I'll be right there. Thanks."

"What now?" Evangeline looked up from her martini. They were sitting and having a late dinner at the Palace.

"There's something going on at Rodi's. I need to get over there."

"Rodi's. Don't tell me. Natalie needs you."

"She's going through a rough time. I'm her friend." John stood up and walked out.

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John walked into Rodi's where Jen and Natalie were in a stand off. Riley and Mikey were trying to intervene without success. Marcie was standing with her hands over her mouth watching.

"You loved Cristian so much that you got him killed because you had too much pride to throw a pool game."

Looking like she had been punched in the face, Natalie lifted her arm to slap the blond woman who was clearly more than a little drunk.

"Whoa!" John grabbed Natalie around the waist and pulled her back. "Get your girlfriend out of here before I arrest her for public intoxication!"

Riley, looking more than a little upset, told Michael and Marcie they should take care of her and stormed out.

"Whoa. Hey." John lifted Natalie's cranberry leather jacket off the chair and pulled her outside to cool down. "Hey." He put the jacket around her shoulders and put his hands on her face. "You going to be all right?"

"Yeah, sure, great." Natalie said, but she was clearly anything but great.

"Hey. You're shaking." John put his arms around Natalie and pulled her close. From behind him he heard Jen arguing with Michael and Marcie on their way out of Rodi's. "Come on." John left his arm around Natalie's shoulders and guided her away.

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"What are we doing here?" Natalie asked as they got to the Angel Square hotel. "I haven't been drinking."

"I know. But you're still shaken up. Come upstairs, chill out. Have a beer. Then I'll take you home."

"You don't have to keep doing that." Natalie pulled back.

"Yeah, I do. Come on." He whipped them through the lobby and up the stairs before Roxy came out from her office.

Natalie stood against the wall with her eyes closed as she waited for John to unlock the door to his room. He grabbed her hand and pulled her inside. He slid the coat off her shoulders and pushed her onto the couch. He went to his fridge and grabbed a couple of beers. He popped the tops and handed her one.

"You're usually telling me to not drink."

"You could use one tonight." He sat own on the chair and looked at her. "The stuff Jen said about Cristian, that wasn't right."

"That's the thing, John. It was right." Natalie covered her eyes with her hand.

"Hey." John got up and sat on the coffee table in front of her. He took her beer, put it down next to him and tried to pull her into his arms.

Natalie moved her hand and pulled away from him.

John jerked back and knocked his beer off the table onto the floor.

"I need to go." Natalie stood up and headed for the door.

"You're not going out there alone!" John stood up and grabbed her arm before she could open the door.

"Just stop it, John. Stop doing this."

"Stop what? Being your friend?"

"Yes. I can't do this. I can't just be your friend. I can't lean on you every time I'm upset." Natalie's voice was quiet and calm and all the more effective for it.

"Natalie, I…you." John stopped and rubbed his forehead. "I'm not too good with the words, but you mean a lot to me Natalie."

"You're with Evangeline."

"And you're my friend."

Natalie let out a bitter laugh. "You keep saying that and you might believe it. But I doubt it, John." Natalie raised her chin and looked him in the eyes.

"I'm telling you the truth."

"Then stop trying to pick up the pieces for me all the time. Stop looking at me across the squad room like you want to take off my clothes. " Natalie moved in closer. "If you can."

"Natalie." John's voice was a rough whisper.

"What's wrong, John?" Natalie moved her head so her hair fell over one cheek.

"We should clear the air," John whispered.

"Oh, I agree, John. Complete honesty is the only way. You sure you can handle that?"

"I think it's time."

"Okay. On a scale of one to ten, how much do you want me right now?"

"I…I don't." John swallowed.

"Liar." Natalie put her hand over John's chest. "Your heart is racing, you're practically panting and…" she moved to put her other hand over his obvious arousal. Before she could cup him he grabbed her wrist and pressed her back against the door. She laughed as he glared. Her other hand moved up his chest, over his shoulder and wrapped around his neck. Now, he was panting against her, but he wasn't pulling away.

"Waiting for me to kiss you, John?" Natalie sneered.

In a flash John pressed her up against the door and buried his hands in her hair. Before she could speak he seared her with a kiss that melted her bravado. When he finally pulled back from the rough mating she would have fallen in a puddle at his feet if he hadn't been pressing her against the door. They looked into each other's eyes, breathing heavy. She searched for something to say, but there were no words and soon there were no need of any.

Their lips never parted as they stripped off their clothes and backed towards the bed. John fell back, pulling Natalie on top of him. His hands slid down her back to her hips and he flipped them over. He reached for something out of the bedside table drawer and before either of them could think better of it he was sheathed and driving into her.

Her legs wrapped around his waist as her back arched and she took him deep inside with a cry of ecstasy. As he stretched and filled her they opened their eyes and looked at each other. Their bodies vibrated as the reality of what they had done, were doing, hit them.

John's arms trembled as he held himself above her. For an endless moment they waited to see what the other would say or do. John tried to muster a shred of regret, but none came. Natalie looked for guilt, but the only word the came was "finally."

As it rang out between them, John pulled back. She clenched her hands in his hair, afraid he was going to pull out, but he only surged forward causing them both to moan in relief and pleasure.

"I'm ain't stopping," John panted as he began to drive into her again and again and again.

"Good." Natalie slid her tongue into his mouth and met his every stroke with the full force of her body. Sweat began to slick their bodies as they flew towards release. Natalie got tighter around his hardness and time got lost in their frenzy. Before either was prepared, Natalie began to break beneath him, stars and light blinding her as her muscle milked and pulled him towards his own break. Their cries floated into moans and then sighs.

John flipped them over and wrapped his arms around Natalie as they caught their breathes and came back to their senses. He buried his nose in her neck and tasted the salt off her skin. Natalie pressed gentle kisses over his face.

Ten minutes later they lay side by side, connected only by their fingers.

"This was a mistake."

Natalie sighed at John's expected disclaimers. She was too physically and emotionally shattered to muster up a mad.

"I didn't mean for that to happen." John tried again.

"It definitely shouldn't happen again." Natalie figured she might as well chime in.

"Definitely not. It's wrong." John let go of her hand.

Natalie curled her hand into a fist to try and block out the loss.

"Although."

Natalie turned her head to find John leaning over her, his blue eyes looking soft and hard at the same time.

"Don't they say, in for a penny, in for a pound?"

"Mmmmm."

With that John slid a hand up her torso to cup her breast.