The Irishman's Woman: Let me in

by LUVINGJOVAN

The Palace

John walked in and saw Michael and Marcie talking with their hands and walking around the room. "Hey guys!" he called over to them.
"Johnny, glad you could come man. We could really use your input here."
"That's what Michael thinks. Evangeline and I have everything under control." Marcie said giving John a hug.
"Evangeline?" he asked with a smile looking around.
"Yeah, she is supposed to be here any minute." Marcie said looking down at her watch and then back at John smiling.
John turned towards the entrance into the grand ballroom and stuck his hands in his pockets. He waited impatiently for her to arrive. He wanted to apologize for breakfast today. "So what's this all about, what's going on here?" John asked looking around the room.

"This is where we are having the reception." Marcie said smiling.
"Yeah, you remember Jeremy Bryant from school?"
"The one with the band?" John asked scanning the room.
"Yeah, well he is going to play at the reception." Michael said smiling.
"The hell he is!" Marcie shrieked. "I don't want a band! I cancelled them. We are having a DJ." She said smiling.
"You did what!" Michael said turning to face her.
"I hired a DJ. He's a part time writer slash DJ, plays great stuff. You'll love him Michael." She said patting him on the chest.
"Marcie, no! That was my part. You said I get to pick the music. I get to decide if we have a band or DJ. You can't come in and change things at the last minute."
John saw how angry he was getting and slowly backed out of the room. This was one argument he didn't want to be in the middle of.

Walking backwards he ran smack into Evangeline knocking her to the ground. "You should watch where you are going." She said from the floor.
John covered his mouth to stop from laughing, "You could help a girl up!" she said.
John looked down and smiled at her placing his hand out to her she reached up and took it. He pulled her up and close to his body smelling her skin. She was dressed in soft orange dress perfect for November. Her jean jacket hit right above her waist and made her dress seem very casual and relaxed.

Evangeline pushed away from John and headed towards the ball room. "I wouldn't if I were you!" he called out.
Turning around she glared at John, "Why not?"
"They are fighting about the band or lack there of." He said rocking back and forth with his hands in his pockets.
"What did Michael do?" she said marching over to him.
"It wasn't Michael. It was Marcie."
"What do you mean, Marcie?"
"Apparently she changed the music selection from a band to a DJ." He said smiling at her.
"Oh, I should get in there. This could get ugly."
John reached for her hand and interlaced her fingers with his, "Let them handle it. We need to talk."
She looked down at their hands and a small smile crept across her lips, "About?" Something about this intimate gesture made her smile. Jason rarely grabbed her hand. She was the one to initiate this type of contact out of the bedroom. The surprise and novelty off what John was doing wasn't lost on her.
He didn't pull back as he saw the smile she tried to hide, "I wanted to apologize." He said softly.
"You do? For what?"
"What I said at breakfast, it was uncalled for. It's just that I feel I know you."
"You don't"
"I would like to think I do Angel."
"I wish you would stop calling me that." She said dropping his hand.
"I can't help it. You are an Angel." John whispered softly to her.
Placing his other hand on her hip he moved her closer, close enough to kiss.

"Get your hands off of her Fed!" Jason yelled from behind John.
Evangeline pushed John away from her and he rolled his eyes, "We were just talking." John said with a cocky grin turning around.
"I'm sure you were." He said reaching for Evangeline.
Evangeline looked back and forth between the two men and took Jason's hand. John rolled his eyes and took a step backwards. He saw the bag hanging on Jason's shoulder and looked up at him, "You two going somewhere?" he asked with his hands on his hips.
"If we were I wouldn't tell you McBain." Jason hissed.
"Going somewhere Ang… I mean Evangeline." John said with a smirk.
"Jason's going somewhere. I have a wedding to attend."
"Where ya going Quatermaine."
"What are you deaf? I just told you, I ain't telling you shit!"
"Why not, you're lawyer is right there. Plus it's not like I'm dragging you into the station or anything, just curious." He said eyeing Evangeline.
Jason hugged Evangeline to his body and watched as John eyed his woman, "Jason is heading out for business that's all John. Nothing more nothing less. Now let it alone." She said with pleading eyes.
"How long Quatermaine?"
"That's for me to know, and you to never find out. Now if you'll excuse me I need to speak with Evangeline alone."
"Fine. Just know that I'm watching you Quatermaine. Will you let Michael know I headed up to my room? I'm exhausted from my day." He said smiling as he walked past them.
"Why did he have his hands all over you?" Jason asked turning her around.
"What are you doing here Jason." She said pushing out of his hold.
"I came to say bye, baby. I needed my goodbye kiss."
Jason leaned into kiss Evangeline and she kissed him lightly on the lips.
"You call that a goodbye kiss, please woman." He said laughing and pulling her towards him. Parting her lips he slipped his tongue into her mouth and ran a hand down her back giving her butt a firm squeeze.

Evangeline pulled back and forced a smile. "When will you be back?"
"Soon." He said kissing her on the forehead, "Behave." He called as he turned and left. Evangeline watched Jason leave and touched her lips, something was missing but she didn't know what. "Be safe baby…" she mumbled as she headed into the ballroom, ready to break up Michael and Marcie's fight.

A few hours later

John sat at his computer going over his case notes on the Slasher case. There hadn't been any movements from Hayes in weeks, and he was curious and a little nervous about his lack of communication. Hayes had always communicated with John since he almost caught him. Taunting him, leaving notes on his car and his house letting him know that he could get to him at anytime was Hayes MO. John wasn't in the mood to play these games with Hayes it was obvious that the guy wanted to be caught and John couldn't understand why he was running and trying to evade the police. It was some sick game to him, and John was sick of his twisted fucked up mind.

He slammed the computer close and stared at the wall in front of him, "Where are you, you son of a bitch!" he cursed.

Hayes suite

Hayes sat at his desk watching John on the surveillance equipment he had installed in the room. This was getting entertaining he had found his next mark and it would totally throw John off his game. Man did he love playing games with this Fed's mind. "I'm right here Johnny Boy, come and get me!" he said mockingly into the television monitor.

Hayes ran a finger over John's face and smiled, "Come and get me…." He whispered.

Standing up from his desk Hayes paced the room trying to think of the perfect way to get rid of this latest addition to his game. She reminded him so much of Jennifer that he couldn't stomach the site of her. He needed to end her life now, pay her back for everything he put him through.

His cell phone rang snapping him out of his psychotic trance, "Hello!" he yelled annoyed at the intrusion.
"Sorry to bother you sir, but I have the information you asked for."
"Good thank you. When can you get it to me?"
"Well I had to come back home and do the research I should be back by tomorrow afternoon, early evening at the latest."
"That will do."
"Good sir."
Hayes hung up the phone and smiled. Walking back to the television monitor he smiled, "Well it looks like we are back in action Agent McBain." He said snidely. He watched as John disappeared from view and he heard the shower running. Deciding to do the same Hayes headed into the bathroom.

John's suite

Running a hand through his hair John thought about breakfast this morning with his Angel, it was interesting to say the least. The way she smiled at him, the way she smelled. He could drown in those eyes of hers and never want to be rescued. But she was hiding something from him. He tried his best to get her to open up again down stairs but it wasn't working. She was shutting him out and he didn't understand what had changed from breakfast till later that night.

Images of her smiling face her, the musical tones to her laughter brought a rise out of him that he didn't expect. Looking down at his growing member and smiled. She still did it too him even from miles away. John walked to the shower to calm himself down.

As he stood under the cold rushing water flashes of her naked flesh flew into his view. He could see her lying on the bed in his hotel suite laughing and smiling at him. All he wanted was another chance to try and get inside of her heart, her soul. He saw part of it at breakfast the part she tried to cover up, the whole Angel thing was really her. Evangeline was just her persona she put on for the rest of the world. He knew her even if she didn't know herself.

Turning off the water he reached for a towel and wrapped it around his waist. He stood in the mirror staring at him self. This was the first time he started feeling anything for anyone since Caitlyn's death. He honestly never thought that another woman could make him feel this way, that he would constantly think about her, want to kiss her, make love to her. That was his Angel's way. She did this too him and anyone be damned if they came in his way let alone a thug like Jason Quatermaine.

He walked out to the bedroom and pulled a pair of sweat pants from his suitcase. The pounding on the door interrupted him. It grew louder and more hurried as he stood there in his towel. Looking through the peep hole of the door he smiled. "Well, hello." He said opening the door to Evangeline.

Evangeline felt herself blush at the sight of him. He was standing wet and basically naked with only a piece of terry cloth between him and her. Her eyes traveled from his eyes down his sculpted chest, over his chiseled abs, to that trail of hair that disappeared beneath the towel. John watched her eyes travel over his body and wanted to take her right then and there, "Take a picture, it'll last longer." He said smiling at her.

Evangeline's eye's shot back up to his, embarrassed at her behavior and annoyed at his response. She pushed into his hotel room and walked over to the bed, "We need to talk." She said standing in the middle of the room with her hands on her hips.

"About?" he asked crossing to stand in front of her.
"What happened downstairs."
"What happened downstairs?" he asked eyeing her. Whatever he had done had really got her emotions flowing. He could see the little vein in her neck popping out and she had a small chewed up coffee straw in her hand twirling it around.
"You, actually what you did. I don't appreciate your forwardness McBain."
"Ohh, it's McBain now huh? What happened to Irishman?" he asked inching towards her.
"That was in Chicago."
"So what, are we going with the Las Vegas motto or something?"
"What?" she asked with a raised eyebrow and a tilt of her head.
"You know, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas?"
She let out a soft laugh and he smiled, "Yes. I guess we are. What happened in Chicago stays in Chicago." She said sternly.
"So then, what brings you by?"

Her eyes continued to roam over his body and she unconsciously licked and then bit her lower lip wondering what it would feel like to feel him inside of her again. "If you don't want what happened in Chicago to happen in Llanview I should put some clothes on." He said smiling at her.

Evangeline cleared her throat and smiled back, "That would probably be a good idea."

John walked up to her and she took a few steps backwards hitting the edge of the bed almost falling backwards. John reached out and caught her upper arm pulling her close to him.
"Nice catch." She said softly staring into his blue eyes.
"I'll always catch you if you fall Angel." He whispered softly to her.

Evangeline blushed at his name for her this time letting it slide. She had wanted to hear him call her that since Jason left for New York. Looking down at his flexed bicep as he held tightly on to her arm, "I think I'm okay now." She said staring down at his fingers wrapped around her arm.
"Sorry." John pulled his hand back. "My pants are behind you." He motioned taking a small step backwards.
Evangeline turned her head and saw his suitcase sitting on the bed, "Oh sorry." She said moving out of his way. She stood at the end of the bed watching him.
"Do you mind?" he asked directing her to turn around.
"Oh." She turned her back to him as he slipped on his pants.
"So what brings you by again?"
"What happened downstairs. I think it was a little inappropriate."
"What makes you say that?" he questioned sitting on the bed.
"The way you held my hand. It's not like we are dating John."
"We're back to John I see. We aren't dating huh?"
"No we aren't I'm with Jason."
"That's not what you said this morning at breakfast."
"Yes it is. I remember."
"Actually you weren't quite clear what you two are." He said eyeing her.

Evangeline ran a hand through her hair and blew out a cleansing breath, "What ever is between Jason and I, is between Jason and I and nothing you say could change that. I'm leaving. This was a bad idea." She said walking towards the door.
"What was?"
"Coming here trying to work something out with you."
"What does that mean?"

She turned and stared at him. He was leaning back on the bed smiling at her. That sexy smile that made her knees weak every time. Evangeline shut her eyes tight, "Nothing. Don't worry about it. You stay with Michael and I'll stay with Marcie. We will only discuss wedding stuff." She said opening her eyes.
"Okay." He said softly and shot her a wink.
Evangeline did a double take as she headed towards the door.

John sat on the bed watching her walk to the door. She had come by to talk he pulled her into something else. He couldn't let her leave with out at least one more taste. "What are you running from?" he called out to her knowing that would be the only way to stop her.

Evangeline stopped in her tracks her hand on the door knob. Her heart started racing. Why was everyone always asking her that question? "I'm not running from anything." She said softly.

John stood up and walked over to the door. Her back was to him so he couldn't see the terrified expression on her face, "What are you running from?" he asked again softly as he laid a hand on her hip.

Evangeline sucked in a deep breath. How did he know so much about her when she barely knew herself? Turning around she stared into his blue eyes, "I told you I'm not running from anything. You are blowing the whole thing out of proportion."
"No I'm not. I see the terrified look on your face Angel. I can see that you are hiding something from me. Let me in…" He said fingering a lock of her hair.
"I don't want you in."
"Too late."
"No it's not."
"Liar." He whispered.
"I'm not lying, you aren't in and there is no way I would let you in only to get hurt."
John brushed his lips against her cheek and inhaled her scent. She smelled of raspberries and vanilla. "I'm already in or you wouldn't let me this close to you." He said in a husky whisper.

Evangeline felt her temperature rise and couldn't understand why she couldn't push him away and leave. His breath against her cheek the way he spoke so softly and protectively in her ear sent chills down her spine but at the same time she felt the rush of heat warm her lower belly. Swallowing hard she tried to regain her composure but to no avail. He had crept in.
"I know I'm in because you have managed to creep into my heart too. I can feel you there and it feels amazing."
"John stop…" she said with her eyes closed.

John placed his other hand on her hip and lowered it down to the hem of her dress and slowly worked his way up her thigh. Letting out a deep breath she could feel him start to grind against her other thigh. "Do you really want me to stop, it will be even better than before."

Her head was spinning; she didn't need this right now. The whole thing with Jason and Kevin was a mess, but now with her Irishman in the picture it was throwing her completely off kilter. Her hands were pressed to the back of the door trying to hold herself up. He was doing it again, getting in but this time he was in control.

John pushed himself onto her and could feel her erect nipples pressing against his bare skin and smiled. He gently tugged at the hem of her panties and felt her legs part, allowing him to fall in between her legs. Lightly kissing her on the neck and ear he waited for her to push him away. As his tongue traced the outline of her ear and finally made its way in he sighed. "You are so incredibly beautiful, I've never met anyone like you before." He whispered softly.

Evangeline felt his hands traveling slowly around the silky material of her panties. She couldn't catch her breath, how the hell was this man doing this to her again! She gripped the door knob with one hand and moved her other hand slowly up his back pressing him deeper into her.

She waited for him to enter her and wished he would stop playing around and just take her. If she could prove to herself that it was just a fluke of nature that they met and had such an amazing time in Chicago she could move on with her life. That was her main goal in coming here tonight, not this.

She ran her nails down his bare back and John let out a deep moan as he yanked down his sweat pants freeing himself. She opened her eyes and looked down at him naked pinning her to the door and smiled a sly smile. John smiled back at her and ripped at her panties, throwing them aside. He raised her left leg up and she braced herself for his intrusion into her again.

He entered her with one powerful thrust and slammed her body against the door. With each thrust he pushed deeper into her. Evangeline bit her lower lip and turned her head to the side. She couldn't look her Irishman in his eyes; those blue eyes that first drew her to him in the first place. John watched as her head turned and she bit hard on her lip stifling the moans he knew he could elicit from her. Taking his left hand from the wall he turned her chin towards him, "Look at me Angel." He commanded.

Her eyes slowly opened and she was staring straight into those damn blue eyes again. They watched each other's movements and she tried to hold back the cries of passion that he was driving her too. Her hands rested on his shoulders as he continued to drive deep in to her. His hand slapping the wall at ever thrust. She could tell he was getting close to cumming and didn't want to go there with him. She couldn't afford to get wrapped up in his drama, especially knowing that he tried to bust her boyfriend, no her ex-boyfriend, no her boyfriend.

In one hard thrust he started to release his seed into her and realized that she hadn't cum with him. He smiled at her as he slowly pulled out still slightly erect. She felt him slide out of her and thanked the lord that he hadn't taken her there. She couldn't go there with him.

Then he winked at her and drove into her again. Evangeline's head shot backwards and she slammed it hard against the door, screaming out so loud in ecastcy that it shocked both of them. Her eyes were tight shut as she felt her whole entire body from the inside out shake with her release. She could barely feel her fingers and toes and her head was spinning. Whatever the hell he just did took her there and back like she had never experienced. "Am I in now?" he asked with a smirk finally releasing the last of his seed into her.