Since the first moment I saw them together it was impossible not to love them! I know Zoe & John shippers are not many (I loved Carter, rest in peace but John wasn't the man for her) but I hope the few ones will appreciate this ff. I start by saying English's not my mother language so forgive me for any mistakes you'll find in the chapters, please!
The story is set during 2x15 episode…. Enjoy & reviews, thanks!
A little smirk appeared on her face before she swallowed her drink. Zoe Morgan, the New York City fixer, was sitting on a stool at the Coronet hotel's bar - impeccable as always in her cobalt blue sheath dress - when she received an offer so tempting to be refused…
"The Penthouse Suite, another round?" John Reese, the man in the suit, waved his room key with a cocky smile. He was not an ordinary man and not only for his special job - the one that let him meet her and save her life – but for the incredible burden he carried with himself, a past impossible to forget, a present constantly at risk and maybe no future.
The first time they met she was just a number he had to protect, a challenging woman with a very uneasy job, always on the line. Just like him. The second time they met she helped him with a case involving a journalist Maxine, a pretty woman, enough to be jealous if it was her style. The third time they met he opened a little velvet box and said those words she'd have never expected to hear: Zoe Morgan, will you be my wife? And it was also funny to be his wife, pretending, playing poker and drinking scotch until it lasted. No matter how many times they could bump into each other, their undeniable chemistry was always there, a welcoming presence lingering between them every time they smirked at each other, every time she teased him, every time he undressed her with his deep gaze.
In spite of everything, she was not just a piece of flesh, she was smart, witty, sexy, so beautiful that it hurt: stunning in every way. Knowing all the city's dirty little secrets, she got it in the palm of her hand, walking for those streets in her designer high heels and tight dresses. She was powerful and self-confident, not the kind of woman a man could turn into a puddle but she had to give him credit, he knew the right moves.
John Reese had loved only a woman in his life, Jessica, but he had never shared that kind of chemistry with anybody, only with Zoe and he had never wanted a woman like he wanted her.
They finished their drinks and left the bar. During their ride in the elevator none of them said a word but their heavy breaths betrayed them, the tension was there, the desire, the need. Their hands were about to touch when the doors slid open and he led the way towards the suite.
Zoe Morgan had never felt nervous before a rendezvous with a man but this time seemed different, it was John and even if she tried to deny with herself, she was affected by him.
The door closed behind her with a thud and he turned around, a predatory look on his face, they looked at each other for endless time, their eyes darker for the anticipation, skin burned by such intensity. He cut the distance and reached her.
"So... what about the other round?"
His raspy voice gave her thrills, how could a man be so handsome and damned? She swallowed trying not to show any emotion, she had to stay lucid.
"Are you trying to get me drunk, John?" she purred
He smirked gently touching her beautiful face, tracing the line of her fully lips with his fingertips: she was more than gorgeous with her mouth parted, she was captivating, so fuckable he couldn't almost restrain himself. Trapped against the door, she could feel his breath on her neck, she couldn't escape nor she wanted to and when he sucked her earlobe, Zoe closed her eyes for a moment to accustom to those sensations; when their gazes met again, he brushed his lips against hers. The kiss was gentle and soft at the beginning but grew wilder and hard soon, she opened her mouth willing to let him in, tasting his tongue in a duel of passion. They kept kissing like two magnets with opposite poles, his hand reached her thigh stroking it gently then lifted her dress to touch her soft skin. She moaned in his mouth, incapable of hiding her want anymore and John turned her, pressing his erection against her bottom and slowly unzipping her dress. It should have been considered the 21th century's torture, because what he was doing to her couldn't be legal, the slow movements, his heavy breathing against her skin, his hard body against hers: only her strong dignity prevented her from begging.
John took his time kissing every inch of her now exposed back's skin while her dress went down pooling at her feet. He admired her for a second, her toned and muscular legs, her perfect derriere and very fine taste in lingerie: God, the things he wanted to do to that woman. Feeling the loss of his heat, Zoe pushed back grinding against him…
"Someone's impatient…" he whispered in her ear
He didn't wait for her answer, he simply picked her up carrying her to the bed. Lying there in her red lacy set, for the first time Zoe noticed the deep and warm voice singing in the background, it was her favorite singer, how could he know it? But she lost the train of her thoughts when he slipped her red sole shoe out – Christian Louboutin of course – and started licking and nibbling her instep, she inhaled and closed her eyes. John's kisses reached her ankle, her knee and up her thigh breathing on her clenched core: he was killing her!
"John…"
"Open your eyes, Zoe"
It was an order that she simply accomplished, her eyes full of lust almost made him come undone.
"Gorgeous" he kissed her lips, her neck, smelling her sweet fragrance, Chanel n5. Zoe took advantage of his distraction and flipped them over smiling.
"You're a bit overdressed, don't you think?" she said unbuttoning his white shirt but he captured her mouth again, letting his hands wandering on her body.
She kissed his jaw, licked and nibbled at his neck, his jugular, his tendons, caressing his sculpted chest until the pants' hem... she glanced at the evident bulge between his legs and rubbed against it.
"Zoe..." He blocked her waist and flipped them over again pinning her wrists above her head. She laughed and that was the most beautiful sound he had heard in a long time, her eyes sparkled naughtily when he got up to unbuckle his belt and remove pants and boxer. She licked her lips appreciating the view...
"You like what you see, Ms Morgan?"
"Definitely"
"Who is overdressed now?" he asked playing with her straps
She unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor showing her beautiful breasts he attacked kissing and biting her nipples.
"John… I want you" she whispered and he lost his mind, hooked his thumbs in her panties and tore them apart.
"John! That was my favorite set!"
"I'll buy you a new one" he kissed her to shut her up and entered her with a swift motion
"Oh God" she stifled a moan
He gave her time to adjust to his size and then started moving, slowly building their rhythm. Zoe wasn't the kind of woman who was passive during sex, she liked having control, driving men crazy but John… he was a predator, he liked dominating in bed just like she did and she didn't need the end of the night to figure it out. His thrusts were deep and strong, his lips couldn't get enough of hers, as if she was sending oxygen straight down to his lungs, his hands were everywhere trying to mesmerize every inch of her skin as if he could never see it again. It was supposed to be just sex but from the way his pierced blue eyes were looking at her it seemed so much more… it was beautiful, powerful and scary. The only thing that Zoe was able to do when she was scared was taking control, so she wrapped her legs around his waist and change their position: she was on top again.
"You're a woman full of surprises, Zoe Morgan"
"And you haven't seen anything yet" she whispered
She started riding him, the feeling of him inside her made her arch her back and enjoy that exquisite pleasure she was feeling, so carnal yet so different compared to her past sexual encounters. No one had ever worshipped her body that way, every single touch or kiss or little bite pointed straight to her soul: he was messing her up and she knew it.
John met her thrust for thrust keeping one of his hand on her waist to guide her movements and the other in her long wavy hair to draw her close, her body responded to him like a tuned instrument.
"Oh John… yes"
He sensed she was close, as soon as he brushed her clitoris her thighs started quivering and her eyes rolled in the back of her head, she reached the climax biting his shoulder but John didn't even give her time to recover flipping them over again and starting to thrust hard and fast into her. Looking at her with her hair scattered on the pillow, her flushed cheeks, her sparkling eyes and that naughty smile…
"Come for me, John"
Her soft whisper was his undoing, he closed his eyes and came with her name on his lips spilling himself inside her.
He rolled over letting her rest on his chest, her hair tickled his face but they stayed like that for minutes that seemed to last an eternity, Zoe listening his heart beat returning normal, John caressing her skin. Coming back from their high, they silently realized what happened between them, not just a fuck, but so much more that any of them were prepared for. Zoe raised her head and looked at him worried about his next move, but John simply kissed her smiling. She slid to her side of the bed uncomfortable, she could feel the stickiness between her legs and for the first time since she crossed that threshold, she felt that it was all a mistake. She shouldn't have had random sex, at least not with him, she didn't want to be his fuck buddy! What did she want then? At the moment, just running away. Zoe Morgan, the workaholic, calm, powerful and self-confident fixer felt so vulnerable and exposed, he uncovered her soul, made her let the guard down without even noticing but the worst thing was that he made her want more: he showed her how it could be between them. John reached and hugged her from behind, smelling her hair…
"Is everything okay?" he asked
"Yes, sure"
But she wasn't so convincing and he was an ex well-trained CIA operative, he knew when someone was lying.
"Zoe…"
"It's fine John, just… go to sleep"
Sensing she didn't want to talk, he simply obeyed still holding her tight in his arms. She was where she wanted to be, so why did she feel the urge of running away? She knew he got something, he wasn't stupid and in that moment of vulnerability she didn't give her best at hiding her emotions.
Spending the night with him meant talking the next morning and she couldn't do that, not before clearing her head, having a shower and sleeping in her own bed, without his body distracting her.
Zoe patiently waited for his breath to turn regular and slow, the sign he was really sleeping, then she tried to free herself from his tight embrace: there was something almost possessive in that grip, the way his strong arm was on her stomach almost touching her breast was screaming a message that didn't go unnoticed to her. Exhaling, she stepped out of the bed carefully, trying not to wake him up, John mumbled something and hugged the pillow.
Zoe put her clothed on, stopping a moment to stare at him in the darkness, his muscled back, his strong arms and his face so relaxed during the sleeping, then took her purse and her pair of Louboutins in her hands and went away. She left the room feeling dirty, thinking about what was left of their night together: a sting in her heart, a ruined lingerie set and a too good orgasm.
Zoe Morgan had never done the walk of shame and yet she felt as if it was exactly what she was doing.
Few hours later…
When John woke up, he touched the blankets next to him finding the bed empty and cold. It was predictable, he gathered that from the way she stiffened after sex, but he'd have never thought Zoe was that kind of woman, the kind who run away in the middle of the night like a thief, without a word or a note.
When he invited her to the suite he knew they'd have ended up in bed, they danced around each other for so long, playing with fire, with their attraction, it was just inevitable but he didn't expect that, the physical need to have her in his arms, to make it last, to never let her go. What they shared, the sex not sex, was amazing, he hasn't felt that way since long time… What was wrong with him? What was about Zoe Morgan to make him feel so attached to her?
He got up and started dressing, they needed to talk, she owed him an explanation and no, it couldn't wait tomorrow.