AN: My first attempt at something that will end up M rated or at least my best attempt at M rated.

I. Interrogate Me

John sat stone-still in the chair gazing blankly at his reflection in the two-way mirror of the interrogation room, roaming over his prison orange jumpsuit. He let his eyes drop down to his lap, staring at the cold steel handcuffs, reminding him that he was officially in the FBI's custody again.

John kept his eyes trained on the ground as he heard the door of the interrogation room open and close as two different sets of footsteps entered the room.

"My name is Special Agent Blake and I'm here to make you aware of your rights."

"Really. My Rights?" John mocked sarcastically.

"You are being held under a National Security Directive, which means you have none. You will be detained here under police supervision until a federal team has arrived to take you into custody." Agent Blake rattled off.

John slowly lifted his eyes towards the Agent standing on the other side of the interrogation table. He had to steel his facial expression as his eyes caught sight of the uniformed police officer standing in the corner behind Blake.

Cutting his eyes back to Agent Blake, he watched as the man turned on his heel and left the room plunging himself and the uniformed officer into silence.

"You shouldn't be here." John whispered after several minutes of silence while avoiding eye contact.

When she didn't respond he cut his eyes in her direction to find her smirking at him as she leaned against the wall with her arms crossed in front of her chest.

"And why's that John?" She asked as she moved to stand behind him, placing her hands on the top of his shoulders.

John stiffened as she touched him.

He stared in shock at the reflection in the two-way mirror, as she leaned her face down brushing her lips against his ear.

"Afraid we'll get caught?" She purred out nipping at his ear.

John felt the heat rush up his neck and spread to his cheeks and ears as the temperature in the room increased, his eyes darting around the room,wondering if trying to give him a boner was a part of some elaborate master plan to free him from custody.

"Nothing? No smart ass comment? That doesn't sound like my man in the suit. What's the matter cat got your tongue?" She asked as she nuzzled her face against his neck while her hands rubbed across his chest before pressing her lips back against his ear.

"Don't tell me your afraid of a little black pussy…..cat?" she emphasized, biting the air next to his ear before slapping his cheek playfully and pushing his head to the side.

'What the hell?' John thought silently as he lightly touched his cheek as he stared at the far wall of the interrogation room in shock.

After regaining some sibilance of composure, he turned his head back to question her actions, only for his words to die on his throat. His mouth fell open as he gawked at her form leaned up against the table.

His gaze started at the top of her head, adorned with a standard NYPD issued brimmed cap, his eyes dragging down to the skin tight leather one piece, that was unzipped showing off the crevice between her breast and exposing her belly button. His eyes continued down, moving over the gun and badge strapped to the loose belt around her hips before finally settling on the black, laced-up thigh high, silver spiked heeled boots that clung to her beautiful and impossibly long looking legs.

"What's wrong Johnny boy? Aren't you gonna tell me how bad…ass, I look in my new uniform" She asked in a sultry manner as she ran a gloved hand down the front of her stomach.

Trying to take some control of the situation, John smirk slightly,"uhmm…sorry Joss…you shocked me a little, I didn't know the NYPD was upgrading to from polyester to leather. I've been told the leather suite look is hard to pull off."

He watched as she lifted a foot off the ground resting her silver spiked heel on the edge of his seat before gently pressing the front sole of her boot against the hardening bulge concealed under the orange fabric of his jumpsuit.

"Really? Tell me how 'hard' it is John?" She asked as she pressed down further with her foot onto his crouch.

John let out a slight groan as she removed her foot before standing up and turning her back on him.

He leered intently, as she slowly and hypnotically swayed her hips back and forth. His eyes locking on to her ass faster than a heat guided missile, as she dropped down low arching her back before slowly standing back up. Looking over her shoulder she ran her hands up her legs before stopping at her hips and smacking herself on the ass.

"Fuck," the word fumbled out his mouth before he could stop it.

"Gladly, but I'm going to need you to do one thing for me John," she replied as she straddled his lap.

"Anything." John moaned out as she ground her hips against his.

He closed his eyes as she pressed her lips against his, taking his bottom lip between her teeth, biting and pulling slightly before letting go and resting her forehead against his.

"I need you to….woof" She said.

"What?" coming out of his sex induced haze john looked at her in confusion. Did she just bark?

"Woof,woof,woof" She replied louder before licking all over his face.

"What the fuck!" John yelled out as he sat up, fumbling around in his bed sheets before tumbling onto the floor.

"Woof! Woof! Woof!…Woof! Woof!"

John lifted his head off the floor and looked up to see Bear standing on his bed wagging his tail and barking at him as he lay contorted on the floor.

"Damn it Bear, you ruined my dream." John mumbled as he picked up the neck line of his t-shirt and whipped the dog drool off his face.