TITLE: " Until the Night"
AUTHOR: Kathmak
KEYWORDS: Doggett/Reyes Romance
SPOILERS: "William"
SUMMARY: Usually, nightfall was his salvation. Missing moments from the famous "hair fondle" scene in "William."
DISCLAIMER: John and Monica don't belong to me. Too bad, too, because they'd be having a lot more fun if they did.
A/N: Thanks to dlm, my fellow DP, for the encouragement. You rock pop tarts!
He wanted to be alone with her. Their bodies were almost touching, and the fact that she was so close frustrated him to no end because he couldn't do anything about it right now. Doggett knew he should have been more concerned with the situation at hand, but all he could think about was how good it would feel to have Monica in his arms. But for now, they sat platonically on Scully's couch, quietly pondering their next move.
His head was killing him. Earlier he had been blind-sided by the same deformed bastard who now slept in the next room. Monica had called him right after the aforementioned ass kicking, sensing that something was wrong. She took one look at his beaten face, and tears sprung to her eyes. He needed to get checked out at the hospital, she said. But he didn't need a damn doctor. All he needed was her.
Doggett was grateful that she hadn't been there when he was attacked. If he had not insisted that she go home ahead of him and get some sleep, she might have been. The notion that she could have been hurt instead of him was worse than any physical pain he felt. No way would he ever let anything happen to her. No way in hell.
By now, the need to touch her was almost palpable. So, when she leaned back and sank into the couch, he gave in to the temptation and brushed her hair gently with his fingers. She turned to him and they exchanged a knowing look: a look that hinted at what they would soon be sharing.
But he didn't know if he could wait. He needed her healing power now.
Monica could soothe whatever ailed him just by smiling at him. She always could. Doggett hoped like hell that this business would be over with soon. If he could just make it 'til then, everything would be all right.
Usually, nightfall was his salvation. Nightfall meant he could hold her. They could be together without having to pretend they were anything other than a man and a woman who loved one another desperately.
In a few hours time, God willing, he and Monica would retreat to their own private sanctuary, leaving all of this William nonsense behind. He would run his tongue along her lithe body, tasting her sweetness, and she would cling to him and scream out words that would never dare cross her lips during the light of day.
He smiled as he thought about her daytime persona: she was friendly but all business, a woman not to be trifled with. She could give any guy who didn't treat her with the proper respect his comeuppance, and quick, too.
At night, however, Monica was something entirely different to him: she was an amazing hybrid of lover, confidante, best friend and nursemaid. She was the one for whom he had waited his whole life.
She glanced over at him again and inconspicuously mouthed the words "I love you."
Doggett exhaled, and for the first time all night, he allowed himself to relax.
Yeah, he just might make it after all.
End