CHAPTER THREE: Later That Night...
By the time we reached my apartment, John was asleep, and I was dead tired, so I woke him up, and we dragged ourselves up the stairs. Once inside, we stumbled into my bedroom and fell onto the bed, not even bothering to take off our clothes. We slept for about an hour, afterwards being awakened by a loud honk outside celebrating another win for our football team. I pushed myself up into a sitting position, John doing the same. "Morning," he croaked.
"Aren't you Mr. Happy Pants today?" I muttered.
"Your not much of a prize right now, either, honey buns," Doggett replied in a flat tone. I made a sour face at my partner, pushing him down. "Man! You do have anger!"
"Thank you," I smirked. He could be so cute sometimes if you just let him. I remembered when I first met him, when he was trying to find his son. He was so solemn, so sad and closed up. I knew Doggett needed someone to open up to, and that person was moi. I desperately tried to make him feel optimistic while looking for Luke, and it almost worked, until that day we found him on that field. That day still haunts me, and I'm sure it haunts him even more. I feel so bad for John sometimes, and I wish he'd open up a little more to me. It helps when people talk about their problems (or at least that's what I've heard).
"Want some breakfast, Mon?" he asked me, getting off the bed, and taking off his jacket.
"Maybe later," I yawned, lying back down in my lovely warm bed, "It's sleepy time now."
"Okay, I'll save ya some pancakes," John replied, walking out toward my kitchen. I found it surprising that he could cook. John had never shown any home skills before, was he trying to impress me? I didn't care that much, so I closed my eyes and fell back to sleep with the sizzling of pancakes on the grill filling the atmosphere.
I awoke several hours later; the smell of Zest soap was in the air, and I heard John's raspy voice singing from the shower. It made me smile, hearing him belt out 'Mumbo Number Five'. Sure it sounded terrible, and it made me slightly ill when he said "little bit of Monica by my side". I don't know why it made me feel so nervous; I guess I was afraid of his love. I had no reason to be.
Slowly walking to the kitchen for a glass of water, I noticed the pancakes still on the kitchen table, untouched. I guessed they were for me. Syrup was spilled in little blots around the spot where John must've eaten. I sighed, not wanting to clean his mess, but felt I had to. I've always been like that, cleaning up after others. I can't stand messes.
The pancakes seemed so inviting, all golden brown and fluffy. I just had to try one. Maybe Doggett really was a good cook. (He was certainly better that Scully, who only sets foot in her kitchen if she's doing one of her 'home autopsies'). I picked up the fork and knife, feeling a bit anxious about getting salmonella. It got to the point where I began to shake, because of the nervousness, and conquering my fear, I dug in and took a bite...
Flavor filled my mouth; it tasted so good! I couldn't believe the taste, and I couldn't help but let out a big, hearty, "Mmm!"
At that moment, John hopped out of the shower. "Glad you like them, Monica," he said. I looked up from my plate. I smiled up at his face.
"Yeah! They're great!" I exclaimed, shoving another mouthful in. It took me a moment to realize that he was naked. I gasped, staring at his vast, colossal penis. I felt a lump form in my throat, and I couldn't breathe. I wasn't ready for this, I just wasn't. "John... I."
"Sorry, Mon. I'll get some clothes on," he replied. It was almost as if he knew my inner and deepest secrets. It was unsettling and eerie. John left the room, his anal region jiggling with every slight step. I let out an infinitesimal laugh. What! Wouldn't you laugh at somebody's wiggling naked ass? ...If you don't laugh at such things, please forgive my humorous attempt.
My nervous heart began to slow its pace, and I resumed eating the pancakes. John's nudity was - so extreme in a way, but it left me with a good feeling. It was like a feeling you might get after a long run first thing in the morning while your still half asleep. I let out a sigh, wondering if I had offended my partner. I guessed I had to apologize, but only later. Maybe on our way to work-WORK!! We were going to be late!
"JOHN!! WE HAVE TO GET TO WORK!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. The weird feeling once again filled my body. I hated every moment of this nervousness; it made me feel weak and helpless.
Doggett came out of the room, looking at me with a silly half-smile. "It's Saturday, Monica. Settle down." He was fully clothed in the attire he had worn the previous night. "Finish your pancakes, and maybe we'll go visit Scully."
"Okay, John," I replied. He reminded me of my father when he said this to me. I didn't mind it, but I would've rather been treated like a thirty- seven-year-old woman, rather than a child. I must admit; I really did want to see Scully again, just to reassure myself about what she had told me. That reminded me: I had to tell John what I had heard.
I went straight to the bedroom, where I knew he was lazily waiting on my unmade bed. John looked up at me, with those tired blue eyes, and said, "What is it, Monica?"
I put a hand on my hip, "Wanna know a dirty secret?" I licked my right index finger, like a stripper might have done once in a bar.
"Rrr! I'd love to, Mon," he replied in a sexual tone, rolling his R's like some sort of caged animal.
I plunked myself down on the bed, and began, "Scully slept with Skinner." A smile swelled across my face like an infected scab with peroxide.
"No way!" Doggett gasped, his eyes growing larger by the minute.
"Yeah. And there's more. Now don't tell anybody this but..." I paused thickening the anticipation level, "now she's pregnant with his baby!"
John looked at me for a second, then out the window, then at me again. "No way in shit."
"Oh, yes! This is deeper than shit has ever gone before!" I exclaimed. (WELL WHAT DO YOU EXPECT? THIS IS THE X-FILES WE'RE TALKING ABOUT HERE!)
END OF CHAPTER THREE
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By the time we reached my apartment, John was asleep, and I was dead tired, so I woke him up, and we dragged ourselves up the stairs. Once inside, we stumbled into my bedroom and fell onto the bed, not even bothering to take off our clothes. We slept for about an hour, afterwards being awakened by a loud honk outside celebrating another win for our football team. I pushed myself up into a sitting position, John doing the same. "Morning," he croaked.
"Aren't you Mr. Happy Pants today?" I muttered.
"Your not much of a prize right now, either, honey buns," Doggett replied in a flat tone. I made a sour face at my partner, pushing him down. "Man! You do have anger!"
"Thank you," I smirked. He could be so cute sometimes if you just let him. I remembered when I first met him, when he was trying to find his son. He was so solemn, so sad and closed up. I knew Doggett needed someone to open up to, and that person was moi. I desperately tried to make him feel optimistic while looking for Luke, and it almost worked, until that day we found him on that field. That day still haunts me, and I'm sure it haunts him even more. I feel so bad for John sometimes, and I wish he'd open up a little more to me. It helps when people talk about their problems (or at least that's what I've heard).
"Want some breakfast, Mon?" he asked me, getting off the bed, and taking off his jacket.
"Maybe later," I yawned, lying back down in my lovely warm bed, "It's sleepy time now."
"Okay, I'll save ya some pancakes," John replied, walking out toward my kitchen. I found it surprising that he could cook. John had never shown any home skills before, was he trying to impress me? I didn't care that much, so I closed my eyes and fell back to sleep with the sizzling of pancakes on the grill filling the atmosphere.
I awoke several hours later; the smell of Zest soap was in the air, and I heard John's raspy voice singing from the shower. It made me smile, hearing him belt out 'Mumbo Number Five'. Sure it sounded terrible, and it made me slightly ill when he said "little bit of Monica by my side". I don't know why it made me feel so nervous; I guess I was afraid of his love. I had no reason to be.
Slowly walking to the kitchen for a glass of water, I noticed the pancakes still on the kitchen table, untouched. I guessed they were for me. Syrup was spilled in little blots around the spot where John must've eaten. I sighed, not wanting to clean his mess, but felt I had to. I've always been like that, cleaning up after others. I can't stand messes.
The pancakes seemed so inviting, all golden brown and fluffy. I just had to try one. Maybe Doggett really was a good cook. (He was certainly better that Scully, who only sets foot in her kitchen if she's doing one of her 'home autopsies'). I picked up the fork and knife, feeling a bit anxious about getting salmonella. It got to the point where I began to shake, because of the nervousness, and conquering my fear, I dug in and took a bite...
Flavor filled my mouth; it tasted so good! I couldn't believe the taste, and I couldn't help but let out a big, hearty, "Mmm!"
At that moment, John hopped out of the shower. "Glad you like them, Monica," he said. I looked up from my plate. I smiled up at his face.
"Yeah! They're great!" I exclaimed, shoving another mouthful in. It took me a moment to realize that he was naked. I gasped, staring at his vast, colossal penis. I felt a lump form in my throat, and I couldn't breathe. I wasn't ready for this, I just wasn't. "John... I."
"Sorry, Mon. I'll get some clothes on," he replied. It was almost as if he knew my inner and deepest secrets. It was unsettling and eerie. John left the room, his anal region jiggling with every slight step. I let out an infinitesimal laugh. What! Wouldn't you laugh at somebody's wiggling naked ass? ...If you don't laugh at such things, please forgive my humorous attempt.
My nervous heart began to slow its pace, and I resumed eating the pancakes. John's nudity was - so extreme in a way, but it left me with a good feeling. It was like a feeling you might get after a long run first thing in the morning while your still half asleep. I let out a sigh, wondering if I had offended my partner. I guessed I had to apologize, but only later. Maybe on our way to work-WORK!! We were going to be late!
"JOHN!! WE HAVE TO GET TO WORK!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. The weird feeling once again filled my body. I hated every moment of this nervousness; it made me feel weak and helpless.
Doggett came out of the room, looking at me with a silly half-smile. "It's Saturday, Monica. Settle down." He was fully clothed in the attire he had worn the previous night. "Finish your pancakes, and maybe we'll go visit Scully."
"Okay, John," I replied. He reminded me of my father when he said this to me. I didn't mind it, but I would've rather been treated like a thirty- seven-year-old woman, rather than a child. I must admit; I really did want to see Scully again, just to reassure myself about what she had told me. That reminded me: I had to tell John what I had heard.
I went straight to the bedroom, where I knew he was lazily waiting on my unmade bed. John looked up at me, with those tired blue eyes, and said, "What is it, Monica?"
I put a hand on my hip, "Wanna know a dirty secret?" I licked my right index finger, like a stripper might have done once in a bar.
"Rrr! I'd love to, Mon," he replied in a sexual tone, rolling his R's like some sort of caged animal.
I plunked myself down on the bed, and began, "Scully slept with Skinner." A smile swelled across my face like an infected scab with peroxide.
"No way!" Doggett gasped, his eyes growing larger by the minute.
"Yeah. And there's more. Now don't tell anybody this but..." I paused thickening the anticipation level, "now she's pregnant with his baby!"
John looked at me for a second, then out the window, then at me again. "No way in shit."
"Oh, yes! This is deeper than shit has ever gone before!" I exclaimed. (WELL WHAT DO YOU EXPECT? THIS IS THE X-FILES WE'RE TALKING ABOUT HERE!)
END OF CHAPTER THREE
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