ABC owns them

Chapter 21

"John" she said as he walked closer to the door, she was getting a bit concerned that he was going to walk right outside of it, walk away, she saw him turn the blinds, lock the door, and then she smiled wide as he moved quickly towards her and claimed her mouth for his own.

Over and over they took each other's lips, mouths, and even tongues as they kissed so intently, as if never kissing before, as if making up for lost time. He started to walk her backwards towards his desk; he shoved all the stuff on top of it to the floor. He laid her back on it as he came upon her. She broke the hold his mouth had on hers so she could get a few words out.

"John... I think we should talk first, its important" she told him and he ignored her, he continued his claim on her lips and his claiming of her body as his lips started journeying down her neck.

"This is important, everything else can wait," he told her as he started to make love to her on his desk. Ten minutes later after they both shed the other of their clothes, they were laying naked on his desk, kissing, enjoying, pleasuring the other when there was a knock on his office door.

"Johnny, I Know your in there, open the door" Michael screamed into the door

"Go away Michael" John screamed back out to him as he stopped kissing her breasts for a second.

"No, I'm not, I know you're a bit depressed with her being gone, I'm not leaving you alone to wallow in it" he told him thru the door as he tried to turn the knob

"Goodbye Michael" john yelled out as he saw her smile a bit from underneath him on the desk, he kissed her lips and again started to run his mouth down her neck to her breasts, her nipples, he started to tease one as they heard him again.

"John...open the door"

"John" John ignored him again, and continued to take a hold of her breast in his mouth

"For Christ's sake Michael he's busy, now go away," she screamed out to Michael as John's tongue started its torture actions on her nipple, and his hand found its way to her center.

"Natalie... Oh. My. God." Michael said shocked, stunned but he didn't move.

"Go Michael" she said and then she let out a small whimper as John pushed his fingers inside her.

"Okay...okay... I'm going, gone, see ya, continue what you were doing... I...mean..."

Natalie laughed at Michael and his awkwardness, John could feel her laughter on his hand, his fingers; he brought his mouth up to hers and started kissing her deeply. He could feel she was close. He could feel her starting to pulsate on his hand when he removed it. He pulled himself up on her and entered her. They looked into each other's eyes and he drove into her gently over and over till he shed all that he had inside for her. Till she pulled all that he had inside for her out of him, till she met his with hers.

John stood up after letting himself go limp inside her, he stood bringing her with him, they gathered their clothes and couldn't keep the smiles off their faces. She started to put back on her blouse as he came over and helped her to button it, coping a feel on her breasts as he did.

"Didn't you just get enough?" she asked him as she felt him touch her breasts more as she started to put her pants back on.

"We have lost time to make up for," he told her and she smiled.

" Yeah, I guess we do, but... but we have to talk first" she told him as he started putting his shirt on and she helped him.

"Yeah, I guess we do don't we" he told her and she nodded yes.

"How about an hour on the roof?" she asked him and he smiled

"An hour" he told her and kissed her as she turned to leave, she turned back before she unlocked the door

"John...I missed you," she told him and he smiled

"Me too" he said and she was out the door.

An hour later Natalie stood on the roof of the angel square hotel. It was a nice night out, a bit chilly, but the cold never seemed to bother her. She looked around, the lights; she had put up strings of lights for them, for him. She wanted this to be a bit special, so when she told him the two very important things that she had to say to him, she wanted him to know that she meant them. That this would be something they remembered for a long time, forever even.

Natalie was still waiting; it had been almost an hour when she smiled to herself as she touched her stomach. She was hesitant for a second when she realized in Ac how much she wanted his baby, how much she wanted to have his baby even. For a split second she wondered if he would even want to be a father, but she knew the answer to that. He would be happy about this, she just knew he would. She continued to touch her belly caught up in thought; she didn't even realize the door opened.

"This is right, its right with John, he's going to love you and so will I" she said as she looked down at her stomach, " I love him so much, I can say it now" she said and she heard a voice from behind, an angry voice.

"What did you just say?" Chris asked her in an elevated tone.

Natalie turned when she heard a mans voice, it wasn't john, it was Chris and he must have over heard what she had just said out loud for his face was the red and his eye's were wide.

"What are you doing up her Chris?" she asked him and he didn't answer

"Did you just say you loved him, John McBain? Did I hear you correct, it almost sounded like you were talking to your stomach, Natalie! Are you having his baby?" Chris asked as he walked closer to her, Natalie saw something in his eye's, she feared it all of a sudden, she feared him. She backed up and tried to maneuver herself passed him towards the door leading down stairs but she couldn't, he wouldn't let her pass. He stood in front of her and she stared into his cold brown eyes as his harsh words came.

"I can't believe what a whore you are! I can't believe I wasted so much time trying to get you to say those words to me and you just say them to him! A man you barely know, you are such a Whore!" he told her as he grabbed hold of one of her arms. She tried to pull out of his grip and she slapped him in his face.

"I could never love you, you weren't the right one, you couldn't even give me a child you, you limp son of a bitch, let go of me"

John was walking up the stairs to the roof, he was running a few minutes late cause he had stopped to buy her flowers, he was smiling and humming and couldn't believe she was back, she came back, they had made love on his desk and now she wanted to talk. He could barely be away from her this pasted hour when he opened the door to the roof; he noticed lights strung all around and his smile widened.

'Natalie, honey where are you?" he called out for her as he took two steps towards the back of the roof and he saw her, she was lying on the ground, she wasn't moving or a wake.