Title: From Now On
Author: princess-june
Spoilers: none
Rating: R
Summary: John finally gets up the courage to change his and Monica's Friday night routine. DRR
~*~Chapter 1~*~
God, she was beautiful. Especially her eyes. He had always loved her eyes, they were so warm and welcoming, yet at the same time comforting and knowing. And then there was that gorgeous smile of hers. The office would light up each morning as she breezed in wearing that smile. Hell, the whole of the Hoover building seemed sunnier since she transferred to DC. Most mornings, the office would practically shine, depending on what *else* she was wearing.
John shifted uncomfortably in his chair, beginning to feel ever so slightly hotter than he should. It was pretty late; Scully had gone home over an hour ago to be with William. Like himself, Monica had decided to work late, but by her lack of typing and periodical frowning, John had a pretty good idea she was merely playing Solitaire. He frowned himself. Should he ask her? Was he pushing his luck? What if she had other plans? As her car was in the garage until tomorrow morning, he'd be giving her a ride home again tonight. Perhaps the car would be a good place to mention it?
" You nearly ready to get going, Agent Reyes?"
"Sure, just let me finish this game"
Monica was determined to win this round. She was an FBI Agent; there was no frickin' way a computer was going to beat *her* for the fifth time in a row. She had noticed John staring at her again; he seemed to have done that a lot in the past few days. After switching off his own computer, he made his way over and, standing behind her, observed her game. While he barely noticed himself placing his hands on his partner's shoulders, Monica instantly felt a tingle run through her. As his strong hands gently massaged her, she struggled to concentrate on the screen and the game John was watching her attempt to win. Her neck had always been one of her weakest points; AD Follmer sure as hell knew it, but her partner certainly didn't. Each movement caused her breath to catch in her throat, as she fought a losing battle to keep her breathing steady. John was pleasantly surprised to see how much his touch affected her, and he moved his fingers slower, touching her more gently, causing Monica to close her eyes. His fingers brushed her hair as it rested on her shoulders, and strongly against her common sense, she allowed a soft moan to escape her lips. The slight, sweet sound was all it took to have John close his own eyes in response.
They were all too quickly reopened by the shrill sound of the telephone. Her eyes shooting open, Monica slipped out from under his hands and reached across her desk to take the call.
"Monica Reyes.Oh hi Dana.No, we're just leaving.Your cell phone?.Oh yeah, its right there on your desk.Sure I'll put it in you drawer for you.No, no worries Dana.See you tomorrow"
John reached for their coats as Monica slipped Scully's cell phone into her desk drawer for safekeeping, unaware that her partner was again watching her, particularly when she bent down. She smiled as he helped her into her coat.
"Hmmm, the perfect gentleman" she commented with a grin as he held the door for her, locking it behind them. Their voices echoed as they headed through the dark, deserted Bureau parking lot to John's truck. His hand in the small of her back did not go unnoticed by Monica. She was almost beginning to wonder if he had been discussing her with AD Follmer. Her relationship with Brad had been extremely passionate to say the least, but John seemed to know exactly where to touch her without even needing to ask. He seemed completely at ease behind the wheel, and as his firm hands steered them through the streets, she couldn't help but let her mind wander at the thought of getting a lot closer to her partner without even having to leave the truck. As they pulled up outside her door, she smiled inwardly at where her imagination was taking her. She slid her seatbelt off and John did the same. He swallowed; telling himself there was no time like the present. Sensing he had something to say, Monica smiled, both encouragingly and hopefully, as she sat patiently facing him. He took a deep breath, let it out, and took another. He was determined not to let her down, not to let himself down. Another deep breath. He had made up his mind.
"Uh.say.uh.I was just wondering, y'know, we always go out for a beer in Friday nights, how about for a change you could, y'know, come over to mines tomorrow night instead of going out.I'll cook dinner.what's so funny?"
She was smiling that glowing smile at him again. Instantly he wished he had kept quiet. Of course she wouldn't want to, who was he kidding. Christ, she probably had plans with that smarmy ex of hers, Brad Follmer.
"I'd love to John", she was still smiling that enticing smile, "that sounds really great"
His thoughts stopped in their tracks.
"Really? Well, we get off work at five, why don't you come round, say, around half seven?"
"Will I bring anything?"
"Just your lovely self"
"I can't wait", Monica replied softly
John felt trapped between a rock and a very hard place. He'd never forgive himself if he messed things up now, but then, perhaps now was as good a time as any. He hesitated, wanting to kiss her so badly, but afraid all the same. Seeing how affected he was by her, his partner saved him the decision. She leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. As he sighed, she reached for the car door and slipped out.
"See you in the morning John", she whispered
As he smiled in response, she winked at him, before smiling back and heading up the stairs and through the apartment door.
"Damn, she's cute!" exclaimed John to no one in particular. As a grin spread over his face, he couldn't wait for tomorrow evening. And as she gazed down at the car from her window, Monica felt exactly the same. Perhaps tomorrow she would get the chance to have Johns wonderful hands on her again, she thought devilishly, feeling her temperature rise at the mere thought of what might have happened in the office earlier had Agent Scully not called when she did. She inhaled deeply. She'd just have to make sure that at dinner john had his home phone of the hook.
~*~ To be continued, please review :-) ~*~
Author: princess-june
Spoilers: none
Rating: R
Summary: John finally gets up the courage to change his and Monica's Friday night routine. DRR
~*~Chapter 1~*~
God, she was beautiful. Especially her eyes. He had always loved her eyes, they were so warm and welcoming, yet at the same time comforting and knowing. And then there was that gorgeous smile of hers. The office would light up each morning as she breezed in wearing that smile. Hell, the whole of the Hoover building seemed sunnier since she transferred to DC. Most mornings, the office would practically shine, depending on what *else* she was wearing.
John shifted uncomfortably in his chair, beginning to feel ever so slightly hotter than he should. It was pretty late; Scully had gone home over an hour ago to be with William. Like himself, Monica had decided to work late, but by her lack of typing and periodical frowning, John had a pretty good idea she was merely playing Solitaire. He frowned himself. Should he ask her? Was he pushing his luck? What if she had other plans? As her car was in the garage until tomorrow morning, he'd be giving her a ride home again tonight. Perhaps the car would be a good place to mention it?
" You nearly ready to get going, Agent Reyes?"
"Sure, just let me finish this game"
Monica was determined to win this round. She was an FBI Agent; there was no frickin' way a computer was going to beat *her* for the fifth time in a row. She had noticed John staring at her again; he seemed to have done that a lot in the past few days. After switching off his own computer, he made his way over and, standing behind her, observed her game. While he barely noticed himself placing his hands on his partner's shoulders, Monica instantly felt a tingle run through her. As his strong hands gently massaged her, she struggled to concentrate on the screen and the game John was watching her attempt to win. Her neck had always been one of her weakest points; AD Follmer sure as hell knew it, but her partner certainly didn't. Each movement caused her breath to catch in her throat, as she fought a losing battle to keep her breathing steady. John was pleasantly surprised to see how much his touch affected her, and he moved his fingers slower, touching her more gently, causing Monica to close her eyes. His fingers brushed her hair as it rested on her shoulders, and strongly against her common sense, she allowed a soft moan to escape her lips. The slight, sweet sound was all it took to have John close his own eyes in response.
They were all too quickly reopened by the shrill sound of the telephone. Her eyes shooting open, Monica slipped out from under his hands and reached across her desk to take the call.
"Monica Reyes.Oh hi Dana.No, we're just leaving.Your cell phone?.Oh yeah, its right there on your desk.Sure I'll put it in you drawer for you.No, no worries Dana.See you tomorrow"
John reached for their coats as Monica slipped Scully's cell phone into her desk drawer for safekeeping, unaware that her partner was again watching her, particularly when she bent down. She smiled as he helped her into her coat.
"Hmmm, the perfect gentleman" she commented with a grin as he held the door for her, locking it behind them. Their voices echoed as they headed through the dark, deserted Bureau parking lot to John's truck. His hand in the small of her back did not go unnoticed by Monica. She was almost beginning to wonder if he had been discussing her with AD Follmer. Her relationship with Brad had been extremely passionate to say the least, but John seemed to know exactly where to touch her without even needing to ask. He seemed completely at ease behind the wheel, and as his firm hands steered them through the streets, she couldn't help but let her mind wander at the thought of getting a lot closer to her partner without even having to leave the truck. As they pulled up outside her door, she smiled inwardly at where her imagination was taking her. She slid her seatbelt off and John did the same. He swallowed; telling himself there was no time like the present. Sensing he had something to say, Monica smiled, both encouragingly and hopefully, as she sat patiently facing him. He took a deep breath, let it out, and took another. He was determined not to let her down, not to let himself down. Another deep breath. He had made up his mind.
"Uh.say.uh.I was just wondering, y'know, we always go out for a beer in Friday nights, how about for a change you could, y'know, come over to mines tomorrow night instead of going out.I'll cook dinner.what's so funny?"
She was smiling that glowing smile at him again. Instantly he wished he had kept quiet. Of course she wouldn't want to, who was he kidding. Christ, she probably had plans with that smarmy ex of hers, Brad Follmer.
"I'd love to John", she was still smiling that enticing smile, "that sounds really great"
His thoughts stopped in their tracks.
"Really? Well, we get off work at five, why don't you come round, say, around half seven?"
"Will I bring anything?"
"Just your lovely self"
"I can't wait", Monica replied softly
John felt trapped between a rock and a very hard place. He'd never forgive himself if he messed things up now, but then, perhaps now was as good a time as any. He hesitated, wanting to kiss her so badly, but afraid all the same. Seeing how affected he was by her, his partner saved him the decision. She leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. As he sighed, she reached for the car door and slipped out.
"See you in the morning John", she whispered
As he smiled in response, she winked at him, before smiling back and heading up the stairs and through the apartment door.
"Damn, she's cute!" exclaimed John to no one in particular. As a grin spread over his face, he couldn't wait for tomorrow evening. And as she gazed down at the car from her window, Monica felt exactly the same. Perhaps tomorrow she would get the chance to have Johns wonderful hands on her again, she thought devilishly, feeling her temperature rise at the mere thought of what might have happened in the office earlier had Agent Scully not called when she did. She inhaled deeply. She'd just have to make sure that at dinner john had his home phone of the hook.
~*~ To be continued, please review :-) ~*~