A/N: Just wanted to throw in a smut warning. Yeah yeah, I know-I never write smut, but I just felt the moment called for it-that's all. Enjoy:)

"Romeo's home," shouted one of the guys as they saw the headlights turn into the driveway and up to the house.

"Go get her, Irish," laughed the other as John got up off the couch shaking his head.

"Shut up both of you—or else I'll have to kick both your asses," he groaned while looking over his shoulder at them standing side by side behind him. He greeted Aaron outside, shaking his hand firmly, "Thanks man." John rolled his eyes as he heard Aaron open the door and Craig ask loudly if Natalie was hot.

He just stood there for a moment watching her looking back at him—she was wearing a green button up shirt and knee length black skirt—but it was just the fact she was here that took his breath away.

Natalie watched his face as she blinked—she'd known he was alive the other night—heard his voice on the phone, and yet she didn't believe it until she saw him standing in front of her. She closed the gap between them—her eyes locked with his until he could grab a hold of her waist and pull her body against his. His mouth slamming down on hers, feeling a soft moan from her made him harden against her.

He pulled away and just smiled at her, "Hi—I've missed you," he said running his thumb over her cheek.

"I've kinda missed you too," she laughed as she blinked back the tears that suddenly came at realizing he was holding her once again.

"You know they are watching us, right?" he asked as they broke apart and he went to get her suitcase out of the trunk.

"Oh—is that what that kiss was for?"

John gave her a half smirk before shaking his head, "I don't care what others think—especially these three. You ready for introductions?"

"Yeah," she nodded as he entered the house. All three were standing at attention waiting for her entrance.

"At ease you idiots," groaned John with a slight laugh. "This is Craig—aka Mouth."

"Damn—do you have a sister?" he asked as he took her hand and kissed it.

"A twin actually," she laughed—both at the question and the look John gave him.

"This is Brett—aka Rooster."

"How the hell did you wind up with her? She's way out of your league."

"And even more out of yours, buddy," she whipped back—making the rest of them laugh at the expression on his face.

John smiled at her response, "And you've met Aaron—aka Romeo. Now if you three don't mind—I'm going to go get Natalie settled in," he said as he walked past them all and up the stairs.

"See you in the morning, Irish," called Craig as they got to the top of the stairs.

John rolled his eyes as he walked into the room, "It's like having three Mike's here—I swear." He put her suitcase down in the corner and made sure to lock the door. As he turned he saw Natalie had sat down on the edge of the bed watching him, "Hey—you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," she said standing up and looking at him. "There's so much to say—so much I want to know, John."

"I know," he said softly as he pushed her hair out of her face, his palm resting on the side of her face. "But for tonight—how about we try the quiet and happy thing."

Natalie just stared into his eyes—she wanted to argue with him—wanted answers she knew he had, but instead leaned up and kissed him softly.

The kissing stayed slow for a bit—each one taking in the taste and touch of the other. John's hands went under the edges of her button shirt, feeling her skin prickle at his touch. His hands moved up, unbuttoning each button slowly, one by one—feeling her shiver each time his fingers grazed her breasts and then her stomach.

They separated long enough from the kiss to remove their shirts and then he laid her gently onto the pillows. He just looked at her with awe—the woman he loved, the mother of his children, "I love you."

"I love you too, John," she smiled in return as she pulled his mouth back onto hers—a moan escaping as his thumbs rubbed over her bra. His hands met and unclasped the front of the bra, her breasts exposed to him. His mouth left hers, traveling down her neck until it clamped onto her nipple—a louder moan escaping her mouth. His hands traveled down her sides, slipping the skirt off her, revealing black lacy underwear.

Going on memory alone his hands pushed between her thighs—finding the bottom of her panties already wet with need. His fingers slipped it aside easily—reaching her core and moving slowly, rubbing her gently until her hands fisted his hair—showing her urgency at the situation.

He unlatched himself from her—unable to remove his pants and boxers fast enough—a groan coming from him at her touch as he removed her panties and tossed them onto the floor with the rest of the forgotten clothing.

John entered her slowly—his eyes locked with hers as he felt her first orgasm go through her. His mouth found it's way back to hers, taking in all the moans she kept wanting to let out—and finally releasing everything he had into her as they both went over the edge together.

It felt like hours before either spoke—their legs and arms wrapped around each other so much they couldn't figure where one started and one began. John kissed her forehead, brushing her hair as he spoke, "I'm glad you came—I really was expecting you to slap me when you found out I was alive."

"I still can if you want," she laughed into his neck, her head nuzzled into his shoulder.

"Let's just leave it as you owe me one."

"So—tell me—how does John McBain get the nickname Irish?" she asked, seeing his head dip down to look at her for a moment before speaking.

"You better ask one of them that—I think the original joke was something about me being mysterious and such—but I'm sure there's a whiskey joke somewhere in there."

Natalie gave a slight laugh at his comments and then quiet, "John?"

"Yeah?"

"I—you haven't commented on what I told you the other night. Are—are you ok with that?"

John smiled as he moved a hand to her stomach, "I can't think of anyone else I want to have a family with. When I said I love you—I meant it. Everything I am now is because of you Natalie."

"I love you too," said Natalie as she closed her eyes and began to fall asleep.