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Chapter 6

Natalie and John drove over the flooding bridge in silence, both steaming inside, both under the others skin, both wanting to be anywhere else then together at this point, with anyone else at this point.

They arrived at the second bridge leading right towards the cabin they needed to investigate and Natalie stopped her truck.

"Shit! This bridge is washed out," she said as she looked at him for the first time since he got in her truck.

"Is there any other way to get to over there?" he asked and she shook her head no.

"There's no way, we're not going to be able to investigate anything tonight, at least not till they get the bridge fixed and the rain stops" he told her as a cry of Thunder sounded in the air, it was a loud, crisp, exact sound and it was close.

John looked over to see her trembling, she was shaking, the thunder, the loud noise, it caused her to be...to be... afraid? He questioned himself as they heard the thunder again a few minutes later, again he watched as she froze and trembled, she was, he told himself, she was afraid of thunder. He gently reached his hand out to her, to place it on her hand that was still on the steering wheel and she looked at him, she removed her hand quickly after his made contact and she started to drive the truck.

Natalie drove back towards the first bridge, the one that brought them to the mountain, she came upon it and stopped short just in time.

"Shit!' she screamed as she almost drove them off the bridge that was now collapsed in the water that use to be below it.

Natalie stood silent and frozen again as thunder again sounded, she regained herself and her bearings in between the sounds and she drove in the opposite direction of the bridge.

"We wont be able to get back to town tonight, not till the bridge is fixed" she told him as he looked at her, as the thunder again filled the air.

"Where are you going?' he asked her as she seem to know exactly where to head.

"My grandfather has a hunting lodge not far from here, we can spend the night there" she told him and a smile unknowingly spread across his face, she turned briefly to him and got a sour look on her face.

John realized he was smiling, smiling at the fact that they would be again spending a whole night together, although... although he knew she was not liking him this time as much as she did that night, and...and she wasn't drunk either. He laughed to himself; this should be a whole lot of fun.

Natalie heard the thunder a few more times and she tried so hard not to let it affect her, not to bring her to that place she had been trying so hard to forget about for years now, ten years to be exact, ten years the night... the night... the night she lost control, the night she spent with him, with a stranger. She concentrated on the road and was a bit annoyed when she saw his smiling face, he got a fucking smile on his face when she said they would have to stay at Asa's Lodge for the night, it was either that or spend the night in the truck parked somewhere, and that, that was not an option.

Natalie Parked the truck next to the lodge and they made a run for the front door, getting soaked in the process and now freezing she searched the front porch of t he lodge for the extra key, found it unlocked the door and they went in.

John walked into the lodge with her and looked around, it was quaint, decent, nice even, there was a few pictures on the rustic mantle above the fireplace, not many, and there weren't any of her, just the Buchanan men he imagined and their kill, he watched her as she was soaked, her shirt clung to her body, to every curve of her breasts and he had to stop his thinking, his almost imagining, his remembering of what her breasts tasted like, he shook it, clear out of his head before he embarrassed himself by getting hard, before he embarrassed himself by doing something he knew she wouldn't want him to do.

The first thing Natalie did when she walked into the lodge was go straight to the fireplace, there was still some wood there from the last time someone was up, enough wood for now, she thought as she walked back outside onto the porch to get more, to bring more inside so it could dry up, just incase they needed more, just incase they were here longer than expected, longer than Natalie would like, longer than... ... she shook her head clear, 'cut the crap natty, don't even let your mind go there' go to the place, the place it was heading as she watched him evaluate the lodge, the place she knew, well at least had a feeling his mind was already at.

"Let me help you" he said as he saw her carrying in piles of damp wood from the porch.

"No I've got it," she said as she looked at him. He ignored her and helped anyways. They brought all the wood into the lodge and she started to build the fire, he stood back and watched, she knew what she was doing, and at first he was surprised by it but why... why would he be... from what he had learned by just watching her she seemed pretty self sufficient.

He watched as she got the fire started and then walked away a few feet, she went to a dresser of some sort near the bed in the other room; she grabbed some clothes from the draw.

"Here go change in the bathroom" she told him, throwing a pair of flannel boxers and a tee shirt to him, just as he was about to say something to her, he heard the thunder, they heard the thunder and she froze, her arms shook a bit.

" Are you alright?" he asked as he moved closer to her, she backed up a bit as he did and he stopped. He looked at her face, she didn't want him near, she was afraid, even vulnerable at that moment and he knew, he knew pushing the subject or asking about the fear would make things worse, he turned around and started to give her more space.

"The bathrooms the door on the left, the other door is a closet" she told him as he went in to change.

Natalie sighed a sigh of relief as he left the room, she went over to the bed and sat down at the end as she continued to hear the thunder, it wasn't going away, and she knew he could see her, see she was vulnerable, afraid by it, but how? How she asked herself was she going to be strong, strong enough to ignore the things that have frighten her so much, the things that make her weak, the things that made her vulnerable in the first place. She glanced over towards the bathroom door when she heard him coming out, they locked eye's for a moment and she looked away quickly as soon as she realized it, she looked down at him first, him in boxers, a tee shirt a bit small on him, she wasn't sure if she wanted to smile, or cry at that moment, this would be hard, very hard, she just had to do it, keep up her strength, keep her distance, she couldn't show him again, not again like when she got the news of Jess. 'NO!' she told herself,' I haven't let anyone in, not at all, all these years, I won't, I can't let him in, not him, not ...not...' her train of thought was lost as he came closer to her, as he started to sit next to her for a minute. He sat and she didn't move for a moment, not quickly, not at all.

"I think maybe we should have a talk about the tension between us at work, on the job, maybe about other things, once...once you've changed, you're still soaked" he told her and she was almost afraid to move, to speak, this was all unraveling her, and unraveling her fast, him being so close, the thunder, she wanted nothing more than to just forget, forget it all, ignore it, maybe just have sex with him again and it would help her to forget, to not be afraid or would it just make her more afraid. She nodded her head as she couldn't form any words with her mouth at the moment and she got off the bed, found clothes for herself and headed for the bathroom.

John sat on the bed, he watched her walk into the bathroom to change and he caught himself as he was thinking about her, thinking not so much lustful things as he noticed there was only one big bed in the whole cabin. He grinned briefly but then stopped. He thought about what a mess she was; she was a huge mess, wasn't she? He asked himself, he knew the answer she was, and he cared didn't he? He again asked himself, but why? Why did he care? No real answer came to him, he tried to think for a few minutes about it as she walked out of the bathroom also in a tee shirt and a pair of boxers, he took one look at her, he couldn't get her and that night they spent out of his head, he continued to look at her, why did she have to be so damn beautiful? Why did she have to work with him? Why was she such a mess? Again, why did he even care? Why the Hell couldn't he get her and that night out of his head?

Natalie took a seat in one of the solid wooden chairs by the small kitchen table, she brought her knees up to her chest as she sat and she looked like a small child, a child innocent enough but not. He too took a seat at the table, across from her, he locked eyes with her and she looked away after a few seconds.

'What the hell are you doing Natty, control it, start the conversation, if he does, he will control it, pull it together' she told herself about to speak when he jumped in first.

"Are you ready to talk?" he asked her

"No not in the mood, I'm going to bed," she said and he shook his head no, she wasn't avoiding this.

"No, its early still, there is plenty of time for you to sleep." he told her a bit more demanding than he intended to. She got up out of the chair and went to the bed, moved the covers and started to pull them down, to get in when he stopped her, he placed her hand over hers and stopped her.

"I'm sorry that sounded like an order, please, I think we need to get some things straight and out in the open so we can work together without all the tension and hostility." he told her and she didn't really want to and she was getting a bit mad now, she wanted to sleep to just ignore this night, avoid it, she was about to open up her mouth with a rude, rude uncalled for remark when the thunder sounded and made her jump, she almost ended up in his arms and she looked at him.

Without any further thought, realization, she grabbed the back of his neck, pulled him towards her and started to aggressively take his mouth. She needed this, at this moment, she needed to take control, control of the situation, to forget how vulnerable the thunder made her, how vulnerable all of this made her when she took it, his mouth with hers, she brought her hand to front of the boxers and started to rub his penis.

John felt her warm lips on his, he felt one of her amazing hands tangle in his hair, the other start to rub him down, he got lost in it, he wanted it, and wanted it so bad but... but...he pulled away from her, which he knew would piss her off more but he didn't want it like this again, he was unsure when it had changed, when he had changed, but he didn't just want the sex from her, there was more to her and he wanted to find out about it, find out about her.

"What the hell!' she yelled at first but then came back towards him with her lips, she was about to about to touch her lips on his again when the thunder sounded and she closed her eye's quickly, arms shaking and fell into his arms.