Four Leaf Clover – 28

Summary: Started from Trinity's challenge of J/N engaging in an affair behind the Evangeline's. John and Natalie are living together now. Having survived her run in with Moretti, an old "friend" from Atlantic City, Natalie starts a PI business with Rex.

SMUT

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"Tell me again why we have to be here?" John tugged at the neck of his tuxedo shirt as if it was a perp trying to resist arrest and choke him.

"Because my brother Kevin asked us to put on a family front and support Kelly," Natalie reminded him as the stood outside the Palace Hotel ballroom.

"The newly appointed Governor supporting his ex-wife. I don't get it."

"I'm proud of him. He's handled Governor Brooks' impeachment very professionally and he's trying to make peace with Kelly."

"I caught him gloating a few times."

"In front of family." Natalie dusted some fuzz off the shoulder of his black jacket and then smoothed her hands down his lapels.

"I'm family?" John grinned.

"Yeah, which is why you're here with me tonight."

"I still don't understand how a woman who passed off another woman's baby as her own wins Woman of the Year." John sighed in resignation as she took his hand and they walked into the ballroom together.

"I'm not sure that any of the women who win this award deserve it. I think it's all a farce, although I haven't been initiated into the secrets of the group yet," Natalie whispered as they looked around for acquaintances.

"What's Michael doing here?" John asked as he and Natalie walked into the party room.

"He's here with Jess."

"I didn't even know they were friends." John frowned when he saw Jess walk up to him and slip her arm through his.

"They've been spending time together since Marcie died. She's been really good for him. And no, they're not dating."

John let out a little sigh of relief that Natalie caught.

"Yet." She shot him a wicked look. John's feelings for her sister hadn't changed since she fell under Haver's spell and then Tico's. "You should give her a chance. She's really changed since she stopped seeing Antonio."

"I know." John put his arm around Natalie's shoulder and hoped that the subject was dropped. He walked her over to say hello to their siblings and they soon split into separate conversations. As Jess and Natalie chatted about their mother's heart condition, Michael and John struggled to find something to talk about. Sometimes they got along like a house on fire, other times all the years they weren't in each others' lives snuck up and strangled the easiness. This was one of those awkward times and there had been a lot of them since Marcie died.

"Natalie looks beautiful tonight," Michael said as they watched the girls.

John nodded and admired the way Natalie's camel-colored suede dress flattered not only her figure, it barely skimmed her mid-thigh, but her coloring. Of course, John couldn't articulate it quite that way he just knew that it made her look inviting and sexy. He especially loved how it just covered her breasts with thin bands resting over her shoulders and then plunged to leave much of her back bare. He had tried his best to get out of coming tonight and enjoying the dress in private. Preferably on the bedroom floor.

"Good evening, John." Vicki Davidson's cultured greeting snapped John out of his lustful thoughts about her daughter.

"Hello, Mrs. David..er..Vicki." John shifted his weight and felt his face reddening.

Vicki bit back a smile at John's awkwardness at being caught leering at her daughter. She was half-tempted to tell him how pleasing it was to see her daughter's boyfriend so enamored of her, but decided it would only make him more uncomfortable so she just turned her attention to Michael.

As Michael and Vicki chatted, Natalie and Jess came back over. Natalie slipped her hand through John's arm and looked up at him. "What's wrong?" she asked.

"Your mother caught me having inappropriate thoughts about her daughter," he whispered.

"I think that's highly appropriate since you're my boyfriend." Natalie pressed her breast against his arm.

"Natalie!" John's voice was strangled.

"Hmmm?"

"Stop that or you're not going to like…" John was interrupted by the lights being flickered on and off signaling it was time to be seated and prompting everyone to mill around them.

"You're wrong. I would like it."

John groaned as he put his hand on her lower back and followed the crowd to their table.

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Natalie unfolded her napkin and dropped it very properly over her lap. It also covered John's wandering fingers. She smiled and pretended to be intently listening to her cousin Duke's story about a cattle round up as John tugged on the lace top of her stockings. She knew these particular stockings aroused a particular reaction, which is exactly why she wore them. Although she had not expected him to find out quite so early in the evening. She felt a flutter of butterflies in her stomach when she picked up the sound of John's breathing speeding up.

Deciding to play dirty, Natalie uncrossed her legs and left them slightly open. Her own breathing sped up as he trailed his fingers over the bare part of her thigh. Her fingers tightened around her water glass and she brought it to her lips to tend to her suddenly dry mouth. All of her moisture was sliding down to her nether regions.

Duke's story ended and the head of the Women of the Year committee began speaking from the podium about the organization and the history of the award. The award itself was not going to be presented until dessert, a fact that John picked up on despite his under-the-table activities. It was not good news, it meant that they would have to stay through the meal and he wasn't sure that he could do that.

He slid a finger over the crotch of her thong and confirmed that Natalie was probably thinking the same thing. He couldn't see them, but he imagined her nipples hardening under the soft suede encasing them. He moved his finger up and down and heard her breath hitch and she shifted in her seat.

"I think we have an emergency," he whispered into her ear.

"We do?" she turned her head, sending a waft of her perfume at him.

"An urgent emergency."

"Urgent emergency? Is that even proper English?" Her voice was husky.

"Nothing proper about it."

"I think you should go tend to that emergency."

"I agree." John stood up, grateful for the first time for his tuxedo jacket, and excused himself to take care of some business.

Minutes passed. Natalie toyed with the food in her plate. Even without John next to her, her desire was ratcheting up with each tick of the proverbial clock. When, finally, a reasonable period of time passed she got up and excused herself to go find John and see what was keeping him. It was mostly true.

She walked out of the ballroom and down the hall to an empty hallway. Her senses were so sensitized the echo of her heels on the tile seemed overly loud, as did her breathing. She finally reached the meeting room and turned the door knob. She could feel every bit of the cold metal surface of the door knob hitting her palm.

The room was dark when she closed the door behind her. "John?" she whispered.

Before her eyes could adjust to the semi-darkness she was lifted up and lain down on a long, meeting room table and her dress pushed up to her waist.

"I love those stockings. I'm going to buy you a hundred pair of these stockings," John groaned as he licked the lace. He pulled her thongs down her legs and bent her legs and plunged his tongue into her hot core.

Natalie moaned and pressed herself against his mouth. She writhed as he brought her to release. Before she could regain her bearings he was plunging something else inside her. He held himself over her and rode her to his own completion, her legs, still encased on those stockings and her heels, wrapped around his waist.

"I could not wait for that." John panted into her neck a few minutes after their cries of mutual release quieted.

"I noticed. I guess we'll never be proper and normal." Natalie wondered how badly her make up was messed up.

"Both are overrated." John stood up and handed her back her underwear.