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One Night Changes Everything	By : AtlantianDestiny Category: M through R > Monk Views: 6421 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Monk, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Natalie and Monk tried to calm there breaths, tried to stop the overwhelming emotions that flooded the both of them. But most of all - they tried to overcome just how much they needed the others touch.

Adrian's eyes closed slowly and drowsily as his body and mind adjusted to once more being conscious and in control - even if his actions had spoken otherwise. The sensation of Natalie's frame against his own had been foreign and unwelcome not so long ago. Now it felt right...natural even...and nothing EVER felt natural for him.

Natalie's breath fell against the side of his neck as his shoulder cradled her neck. Keeping his eyes closed he wrapped his arms around her and held her against him. Wondering maybe for the first time if they were meant to be. If after everything that they had both been through...if after all the loss and all the pain...if it was all leading to this moment in time.

Adrian Monk had spent almost all of his life afraid. Afraid of change, afraid of loss...afraid of just living.

Yet the woman that he now held in his arms had challenged him...in all of those aspects. Challenging him and in some instances even torturing him. But above all things - she had been there. The blond angel in his arms had been there for him when he had felt the most alone in the world.

Things were changing so fast for him.

Natalie's thoughts weren't that different from Monk's. Of course the thing floating through her mind more was what damage had she caused now? Almost instantly did she realize that she could have hurt him even more than she already had. Instead, something happened that left her astonished.

Slowly Monk turned his head towards her face and kissed her softly on her cheek. Soft delicate kisses that made her heart flutter. Lifting her head up she let her lips brush softly with his. Allowing herself the weakness of crying against him still and letting his lips plunder her own of the little oxygen her lungs contained.

Neither moved for quite some time...softly caressing the other with warm hands and soft finger tips.

Natalie felt blessed that Monk hadn't shut down again...or that he hadn't freaked out yet again. It felt so good to be in his arms, to feel safe with him. Adrian couldn't simplify the emotions coursing through his being. Every time he felt her skin against his own he felt a short wave of panic and disgust...but a moment later would feel exhilarated and peaceful.

Feeling her heart beat against his own seemed like the most natural thing in the world. Having her against his chest and shoulder somehow felt like it had always been that way.

After minutes had passed...Monk started to feel very uncomfortable once more as they were still intimately joined. Even with his discomfort he suppressed the need to move away, and for the first time spoke softly against her forehead.

"Natalie...we need to clean up."

Natalie had tensed slightly at hearing her name...but when the others words came it made her smirk then smile. The words so familiar it made her relax instantly. Turning her head against his shoulder she nodded slightly and placed a soft kiss against his shoulder blade.

Natalie slowly moved off of Adrian and hunted down her clothes and undergarments that had been thrown about in the heat of the moment. Monk tried to fight the overwhelming sense of embarrassment and awkwardness.

It wasn't really his fault. Adrian Monk had never had encounters with women like he had with Natalie. Even with all of his phobias and self consciousness...Monk found himself sneaking peeks at Natalie as she dressed.

Again it wasn't his fault. It was all too new and freeing for him.

He gathered his clothes and headed for the bathroom down the hall. The sensation of walking around naked in his own house odd and strangely freaky. Within minutes he was in his all to familiar routine of cleaning himself in the shower as Natalie sat in his bedroom waiting for him to finish.

She knew better then to take a shower in his bathroom. Even after everything she realized Adrian Monk still had his limits. Thinking about what was happening between them only seemed to leave her more confused. Instead she just stared at Adrian's bureau, staring at everything that reminded her of him.

A few minutes later Monk emerged from the bathroom, freshly cleaned and still a bit damp. He was fully dressed and buttoning his cuff as he entered. Neither of them were prepared for how awkward they felt. It was still too new to both of them, both of there eyes shifted over and over - to each other and away.

Adrian tried to calm down and straighten out his thoughts...but everything always came back to one thing.

One person.

Trudy.

If he really loved Trudy...why was he well...doing what he was doing with Natalie.

It wasn't for the physical intimacy. Anyone who knew Monk would know that wasn't the issue.

Could it possibly be that he was...could Natalie really be ....with him?

Just the idea seemed impossible. Natalie needed no one. If anything it was the opposite. He needed her for everything. Picking out clothes he needed her opinion, what he should eat for dinner, the woman basically was everything that Trudy had been to him.

His wife. His guide. Light through the darkness that lurked inside his soul that he couldn't seem to shake.

Natalie had the ability to lead him out of that dark place with her smile and corny jokes.

Why couldn't he be with her? Why couldn't Natalie really be his?

Trudy.

Trudy had loved him in a way that had healed him of almost all of his phobias.

His eyes again drifted back to the blond angel that sat almost shyly on his bed. Blue eyes stared into his brown - and for one moment of clarity her realized that the softness in them held something he had seen many a time in her eye...but never had he truly read into the look. Always assuming it was pity or understanding.

At the moment he knew what it was.

He was sure of it.

It was love.

Love absorbed into angel blue eyes that could light the way through the hell that was his life.

Yet the thing that kept him from saying a word, the thing that made him step back from her at that very moment wasn't of her feelings or how anything could possibly work between them. Instead it was a simple question. One question that defined the very nature of his being - the question that had made any possibility of him having relationships in the past.

Could he possibly love Natalie like he loved Trudy...and not betray Trudy by doing so?

Again he looked away from Natalie and then back, fidgeting uncontrollably. Uncomfortable in his own skin, not for the hundredth time in the last few minutes, he tried to gather the courage to say something. Anything.

Any word that would leave his mouth, causing him to say more. But no words came out.

Both froze as the heard the front door open and a voice ring out.

Natalie and Adrian turned for a brief second to look at each other. Everything had been left unspoken, time being an enemy that they both knew oh so well.

Monk saw the way her eyes dulled as she too realized that their only chance of talking had been taken away from them. Worst of all was the way her glow, her shine dulled almost instantly. As if the happiness inside her had vanished at the sound of Sharona's voice.

"Natalie where's..." Sharona stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Monk standing and looking at her with a little smirk forming on his face. Sharona dropped the items in her hands as she cupped her mouth and teared up instantly at the sight of him.

Monk just turned toward Sharona and again fidgeted. He always felt self-conscious when people stared.

Sharona moved her hands away from her mouth and whispered out his name, almost thinking that she was hallucinating.

Monk nodded slightly and whispered out 'I'm ok.'

That was all it took for Sharona to start crying and slowly walk forward and hug him to her body as tight as she could. Monk felt extremely uncomfortable in Sharona's tight embrace, but he felt even more confused when Natalie got up from the bed and made her way out of the room. And as Sharona continued to cry against him, and the more distance Natalie gained between them...the more he feared that they would never be.
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