"Damn it." Reese slammed the door to his loft, and the sound resonated in the open space. He dropped his keys angrily onto the dining table, frustration overtaking his body, along with another feeling he didn't want to acknowledge right now. But it was pointless to ignore it. It grew stronger by each passing second.

He'd just been gathering information on their latest number. A search had led him to the young man's apartment. He'd broken in while he was at work and Reese had asked Carter to meet him there. She reluctantly agreed. Her being a police officer lent to her discomfort with the whole thing. Breaking and entering was against the law. And while she overlooked some of the illegal means she knew John and Finch used to get to their necessary ends it didn't mean she wanted to willingly participate in some of those said means.

He sensed her unease from the beginning. When she arrived, the disapproval she felt was evident on her face. Her pout was in place, as was the adorable wrinkle between her brows, the one she got when he would frustrate her.

"You came, Detective." He said in a cheerful voice upon seeing her. he even managed a smile in an attempt to put her at ease.

"Against my better judgment, yes, John. I came. Now can we hurry up and do this so we can leave as soon as possible?"

"Your wish is my command, Detective." He promised. She stood guard as he copied the hard drive on the lap top, took photos for he and Finch to analyze later. But her apprehension and fears were realized as ten minutes into their arrival, the owner of said apartment unexpectedly came home and he and Carter had no choice but to take refuge in the coat closet. Luckily for them both, it was warm out, and there was no need for coats. He prayed as they stood close together that nothing else needed to be stored in the closet.

Not only was the owner home, but he'd brought company with him. The sound of their kissing started from the front door, travelled through the short walk to the bedroom and continued on the bed.

There were loud moans during it all. there was foreplay wchich seemed to go on forever. Normally he would give props to a guy who made sure his lady was ready, but he had hoped that this particular encounter for the couple turned into a quickie. They were not so lucky. He seemed to take his time. They engaged in oral sex before he got down to business.

He remembered the look on Carter's face as she stared up at him. She was mortified. Not only did they have to stay in the closet, but now they were being forced to listen to the sound of lovemaking. She buried her face in his chest and he put his arms on her shoulders.

And that was when it happened.

He walked into his kitchen and opened up the fridge taking out a cold beer and taking the cap off the bottle with his teeth. He took a long pull from it. Grateful for the liquid as it went down and he began to relax.

He remembered the smell of jasmine as she leaned closer to him in the closet. He remembered her grabbing at him, in embarrassment as they listened to the girl moan….loudly. He remembered the sound of his thrusts, pushing into her in and out, over and over again. He remembered Carter holding onto him, her hands underneath his jacket, squeezing him by the waist. Her breasts pressed into his chest. She felt so soft in his arms. He remembered wanting to move his hands from her waist to different parts of her body.

He was hot right now. His body was tingling, and he took another drink of the beer, the bottle almost empty now and he put it on the coffee table.

He'd always found Carter attractive, but somehow their close proximity today made something click. The look in her eyes as she stared up at him. The blush on her cheeks at what was happening in the apartment with them. The way she leaned into him and held onto him. He wanted her. Right now.

He felt his cock begin to harden at the thought of her naked before him. Her honey kissed skin, small waist and the curve of her hips and thighs. Her hair would flow free, over her shoulders and back. She'd be wearing nothing but a smile and a look of anticipation on her face.

He imagined that the breasts that touched his chest today were firm and round. They'd be heavy in his hands, but soft to the touch. She'd moan as he massaged them, as he pulled them into his warm wet mouth. He imagined running his tongue over her nipples, sucking on them until they were hardened peaks standing at attention.

"Fuck." He said aloud and unzipped his pants. He reached into his underwear holding himself in his hands. He was hard and he circled his thumb over the mushroom, before he started to stroke himself back and forth.

He started to drip with pre cum and his hand was slick and wet, just as he imagined she would be with his tongue between her legs. Oh how he would love to taste her, plunge his tongue in and out until he could hear her scream. He wanted to hear his name on her lips, wanted her to run her fingers through his hair. He wanted her to squirm on his tongue till she was wet and dripping. He wanted her knees to grow weak.

He'd kiss her thighs, her legs; he'd make her tremble with desire underneath him.

His breath was coming faster, a bit shallow too and he leaned his head back on the edge of the couch as pleasure ran all through his body.

"Joss…." he hissed. He stretched out his cock, his hand stroking it deep, gripping it tightly. He imagined her lips closing over it. Her tongue moving up and down his shaft, taking all of him in, holding him in her mouth and then releasing it to run her tongue over the head. the she'd lick him from top to bottom. He imagined her lightly squeezing his balls as she ran her tongue all over him, making his cock wet, making it glisten, making him crazy as she sucked at him over and over.

"Joss…" he moaned her name again. With his cock between his middle and index finger and thumb he wondered what it would feel like to be inside her. Would she be warm and wet, would she be tight and fit snugly over him?

He felt he was close now, and he increased the pressure of his fingers, pumping faster.

She'd grip his shoulders as she rode him and her nails would dig into his flesh. He'd push up into her, driving deeper, pushing harder. She'd tremble over him as her orgasm moved through her body and he'd bury his face in her neck as he moaned at his release.

He felt his body tense; he felt his release was near. He gripped his cock tighter, he stroked it harder and faster, and a low growl escaped his mouth as his seed spilled from his body. He gritted his teeth, hissing, his head lolling backwards. His cum was hot on his fingers, and he didn't stop stroking till every drop was spilled.

He let out a long sigh, his chest heaving a bit, his body now rested, at ease, but only partly sated.

It wasn't enough. It never was.

He wanted more. Not of his own hand, but he wanted his fantasy to become reality. He wanted Joss Carter, he wanted to bury himself deep inside her, lose himself within her. But he also wanted to satisfy her. He wanted to pleasure her like she'd never been pleasured before. He wanted to linger on her, take his time and make it an experience neither of them would ever forget.

He got up off the couch, walking to the bathroom to shower and clean up. He got out of his clothes and stepped under the hot water letting it run over his body. He emerged from the shower ten minutes later and after toweling himself off he wrapped it around his waist going into the kitchen for another beer. As he took a drink he heard a knock on the front door.

He walked over to it, opening it slowly and was surprised to see Carter standing there. Her eyes ran over his bare torso and he fought to control the smile that threatened to cross his lips at the expression on her face.

"Detective. This is a surprise." A welcome one, he thought to himself.

"It's a surprise to me too, John. Mind if I come in?"