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. Everyone is at this
year's Woman of the Year award ceremony where Kelly Cramer Buchanan is going to get the prize.
A/N: This story is not over, but is going on another short hiatus. Another story has overtaken my muse.
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"Wow."
That was all John McBain could manage to say as he followed Natalie Buchanan into their condo.
"Wow," he said again as he closed the door behind him and followed her up the few stairs leading into the living room.
"I
told you the Women of the Year awards are never boring." Natalie led
them into the family room that formed a great room with the
kitchen. She walked over to the fridge and pulled out a pitcher of cold water.
"I
didn't expect JR Chandler to come waltzing in," John said. He had
already tossed his tie and jacket somewhere and was loosening the
studs of his shirt as he took the glass of water Natalie held out for him.
"I
feel bad for, Kelly." Natalie said as she followed John back to one of
the comfy couches, kicked off her heels and sat down next to him.
He put his arm around her and pulled her against him. "I knew something
would happen, but I never expected it to be JR Chandler to
humiliating her about Ace. It must have been so hard for her…are you listening to me?"
"No." John kissed her head.
"What are you thinking about?"
"Weeeell."
John drew the word out as he traced a finger down her bare shoulder and
underneath the strap holding up her dress. "I was
thinking about earlier in the evening. Before the theatrics." He
whispered into her ear, his eyes gleaming in satisfaction as he felt
her shiver against him. He took her glass of water and put it down with
his on the coffee table next to the remote controls they hadn't
had time to unite into one universal, however much they talked about it.
"What are you doing?" Natalie grinned as he manipulated them until she was lying on the couch and he was hovering above her.
"If I need to tell you then I need to work a bit harder this time." Natalie laughed and put her hands on John's cheeks.
"I am never going to get enough of making love to you." John leaned down and captured her lips in a sensual kiss that went on and on. When he pulled back to catch his breath his blue eyes burned over her face. He used his fingers to fan her flame-colored hair around her head andover the pillows.
"John, make love to me."
With
a groan John brought their lips and tongues together again and slid his
hands underneath her and pulled her up against him. He kissed
his way down her neck as his fingers unzipped the back of her dress. As
the material parted he helped the straps slide down her arm. He
slid down her body with the dress, kissing and licking her skin as it
was bared. As the dress hit the floor he began to roll down her
stockings, once again tasting her sensitized skin and making her squirm and pant above him.
"John!"
Natalie gasped as he nibbled her inner thigh. He chuckled and rasped
his stubble against her. "Please!" With a satisfied grunt John
touched her sopping wet core with his thumb. He made a satisfied sound and crawled back up her body.
"You have too many clothes," Natalie pushed his unbuttoned shirt off his shoulders and pulled at the waistband of his slacks.
"Mmmmm."
John pressed himself against her probing hands, letting her release him
from the tight strictures of his clothing. He gasped as
she wrapped her hand around him and used her feet to push his clothing down his legs.
He buried his fingers in her hair as she positioned him at her entrance.
"Make
love to me, John." Natalie gasped as he buried himself inside her. He
slowly pulled out as she arched against him, her body craving
more. She gave a satisfied squeak as he slowly filled her again. John's
hands fisted in her hair as the moved with each other, their
love making slow and sensual; their lips and tongues plundering and
tasting each in rhythm with their bodies. Their climax came slowly and
deeply. When it eventually ebbed awasy they continued to kiss, John's
hands still buried in her hair, her hands still clasped on his strong
back.
"I love you."