A/N: I found a new song I am in love with - "Nikki Don't Stop" by Low Millions. Nice soundtrack to this part.

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Part 2
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"Thanks for the ride, Rex. You know you..." Natalie turned to her brother sitting in the passenger seat of the dark car.

"Don't, Natty. I don't need another lecture on how Jen loves Riley and I should move on." Rex banged his head on the steering wheel.

"Didn't look that way to me tonight, except for when you were talking to Blair and Todd's nanny. That looked pretty passionate." Natalie
waggled her eyebrows suggestively.

"I wasn't talking to her." Rex scowled out the windshield.

"What were you doing?" Natalie laughed.

"Telling her to mind her own business. She told Duke." Rex mocked the name before continuing. "That Adriana kissed me."

"Did she?" Natalie asked, amused. "She's a bit young for you, don't you think? Unless you're into the money?"

"I considered it once, a long time ago." Rex shrugged and smiled. "Good night, Natty." Rex turned and pressed a kiss to his sister's forehead.

"Night, Pardner." Natalie giggled and got out of the car and walked into the Angel Square Motel.

She walked into the lobby and was struck once again by the outrageous Halloween decorations Roxy had her put up last week. She loved Halloween and the chance to dress up like someone else. When she was a kid it was the one time she didn't feel too different from her school mates or ashamed of Roxy because if there was one thing Roxy did right it was Halloween.

She was just a bit tipsy and, when she walked into John's room, a bit disappointed that he had been called away for work. She had been so looking forward to putting the provocative costume to use. She dropped her crumpled genie cap and veil she had pulled off as soon as the ceremony was over on to the couch and walked into the bedroom area. She ran her hand over the new silky duvet she bought, along with new matching sheets, and sighed.

She went into the bathroom and turned on the light. She squinted and looked at herself in the medicine cabinet mirror. Freaked a bit by the image, she closed her eyes and grabbed her face cleanser. Once her heavily applied genie make up – some of which had smeared beneath her eyes – was removed she reached up and unfastened her hair from its binding. With a relieved groan she rubbed her scalp and brushed her hair into a soft halo around her face and shoulders and down her back.

As she put the brush down on the small sink counter she was startled by the feel of fingers sliding through her hair. She gasped and looked up in the mirror and saw John. A lazy smile tilted her lips.

"I didn't hear you come in. You scared the heck out of me."

"Sorry." He deliberately kept their eyes locked in the mirror and ran his fingers through her hair and down, over her neck and back. His
eyes sparkled devilishly as he felt her shiver. "That costume," he said with a sigh in his voice.

His voice was rougher than normal; roughened with desire she knew and she shivered again for the knowing of it. She watched through the mirror as he continued to run his fingers over her. She could feel the tension in his body behind her even though they were not touching and there was a shadow in his eyes that she recognized. Whatever the case was that called him out tonight was not resting easy in him. Not that any of them did, but there was something about this one that had struck a nerve. She wanted to know what it was, but more than that she wanted to give him ease so she put it aside for now and let him lead.

When he stopped caressing her and put his hands on her shoulders she knew that he was not finding escape. She turned and handed him his toothbrush. She ran her hand over his cheeks and then down his chest. "Let's get ready for bed." She picked up her toothbrush and settled them into the rare routine of normalcy.

A little while later John walked out of the bathroom and saw that Natalie sat in the chair across from the bed. "Coming to bed?" he asked.

"In a manner of speaking. Take off all your clothes and get on the bed." Natalie stood up, still in her costume, her hair spilling down
her back.

"Yes, Ma'am." John slowly stripped off his sleeveless t-shirt, slacks and underwear, his eyes barely leaving Natalie's intent gaze. He
lifted an eyebrow at her as he uncovered the evidence of his arousal to her sight. Once he was naked he lay propped on pillows against the headboard and waited.

Natalie walked over to the foot of the bed and allowed herself a lingering study of her lover's body.

"Natalie." His voice was a plea and he grasped the duvet at his side as her gaze burned and aroused him.

"Remember when we talked about the Winking Pussycat?"

John nodded, his eyes widening.

"I didn't just learn to play pool. I never performed there, but I picked up a few things over the years."

"Yeah?" John's voice was a harsh whisper.

Natalie nodded and began to sway her hips as if there was a sultry song playing in the background. John's gruff swear fueled her
movements. With a skill that John hadn't even fantasized about Natalie performed a tantalizing striptease. Hands stroking, hair flying, limbs flowing. Slowly, very slowly she unhooked the back of her top and twirled it off to the side.

John's hands moved closer to his pulsing erection as he saw her ample breasts revealed and teased under her fingers. His eyes tracked the movements. Over hardened aureole, cupping full breasts and then down stomach to hips. He cupped himself, his breathing now almost panting, as she pushed the handkerchief pants off her hips and down her legs, leaving her swaying hips only swathed in the small fabric of her thong underwear.

"I need you," John groaned, his hips lifting as if she was straddling him as he smoothed a condom over himself. His heels dug into the bed
as she slid a finger under the strings at her hips. She circled the bed, just out of reach of his seeking hands.

Just when he was going to get up and grab her she pushed the thong down her hips and thighs to the floor and climbed onto the bed and did straddle him. Her wetness smoothing over his weeping cock, her own breathing hitching at the erotic contact.

John buried his hands in her hair and then his tongue in her mouth. Their gasps and moans the only sound in the room as their skin touched and moved urgently against each other.

He slid into her waiting wetness, his hands sliding down her back as she arched, pushing her nipples towards his face. It was a temptation he didn't deny himself as he filled her pulsing core and she filled his questing tongue. She cried out as he pressed up into the part of her that connected to her entire sensory system and nibbled on her aching nipple at the same time.

Again, again, again, he pushed into her as she pushed down and he tasted her. Suddenly she gasped and began tightening around him,
milking him to his own powerful completion.

When they were cleaned up and lying under the duvet John pulled her on top of him and held her tight, smothering her in his embrace.

"John?" Natalie put her hand on his chest and lifted her head to look into his worried face. "What's wrong?"