Passing Through

Part Forty Seven

 Chapter Forty Seven

She watched Bo's shoulders tensed as the three men stepped out of the lift and stopped in front of them. The man who spoke was almost as tall as Bo, and a lot broader, his dark blonde hair and blue eyes a stark contrast to Bo's darker colouring. He looked at Bo earnestly, desperately, and she could feel the tension emanating off her boyfriend in waves...she gasped at the thought of that, having someone she could call a boyfriend. But she couldn't dwell on that, Bo needed her in this very moment.

Squeezing the hand that held hers, she stepped forward, "who's this Bo? You didn't tell me you knew anyone else here."

She heard him let out the breath he was holding and he smiled down at her, "this is Nathan Price, he is another hockey player." She rolled her eyes at that, and his twinkled, "we played together before my injury."

"Ah, more old teammates" she gave a nod, then held out her hand, knowing that he was so much more than that, but never giving him the satisfaction of that. "Hi, I'm Natasha...Bo's girlfriend."

His fingers tightened and he tugged her hand, making her look at him, "I thought we settled on lover?"

She shook her head, "too transient, anyway..."

Her eyes darted back to the other man, who was watching the exchange closely.

"Bo, it's good to see you," he held out a hand, and Bo stared at it for a long moment.

"Wish I could say the same Nathan, but I can't."

Nathan had the good grace to look gutted, but he nodded his head in understanding, "I can get that. Just wish I could turn back time."

Bo patted his thigh and nodded, "so did I, for the longest time. But you know, life often changes and sometimes it's for the better."

He glanced down at Natasha and she knew she was melting, he was so strong, so dominant, so over all that shit, and he'd never been more attractive to her, he was suddenly the complete man, all his insecurities were gone.

"Can we meet, for a beer? Maybe after the game? I really would like to catch up."

He shrugged, "I'm not saying no, but our plans might change, we'll see. OK?"

He nodded, "sounds reasonable."

Then without a further thought, he stepped past the three men in to the lift, dragging Natasha along behind her. The three sets of eyes watching them as the doors closed.

Then he collapsed against the wall with a sigh.

Natasha stepped up to him pushing her legs between his thighs and ran her hands over his chest, "you were fucking amazing back there."

He held out his hands, showing her they were shaking, "I don't know why that made me so nervous."

She thrust her lips on his, and he absorbed the intensity of her kiss, when he pulled back he looked at her, "what was that for?"

She shrugged, "you were a bit hot then, standing up for yourself and blowing him out."

He shook his head not sure he'd ever get used to the turn of phrase in Britain that was so different to his own native American.

Spotting his quizzical look, she stroked her hands over him again, "you blew him out of the water...when you said you wouldn't turn back time to before your injury."