Chapter Six
A stream of bright sunlight woke Monica up from her deep sleep. In her drowsy mind she made a mental note to buy thicker curtains for her bedroom window, scolding herself for having gone for stylish flimsy curtains rather than practical ones. She yawned and gradually opened her sleepy eyes, expecting to see her apartment bedroom. Instead her blurred vision slowly formed the shapes of a posh New York hotel room…
Monica eyes jolted open in surprise as her body automatically tensed on alert. She couldn't remember where she was. An image of John asking her to accompany him to New York slowly entered her mind before she then finally remembered the beautiful day at the beach yesterday. Her lips curled up into a sad smile as her body relaxed back into the bed hoping, not for the first time, that Luke was now happy and at peace wherever he now was.
Monica then became aware of a heavy arm wrapped tightly around her naked waist. Monica grinned, the events that had occurred after the beach late last night now also slowly flooding back, as she turned around to face the man lying behind her.
"Good morning." John smiled at her and pulled her towards his chest, his soft blue eyes gazing down at her face lovingly. He was lying on his side next to her looking extremely content and relaxed. His normally neatly styled hair was now sexily tousled reminding Monica on how good it had felt to run her hands through it during their passionate lovemaking. His bare muscular chest that she had the pleasure of touching and kissing last night was exposed above the sheets, the feel of it on her bare skin making her shiver slightly. Overall, he made a very nice view for Monica to wake up to.
"Morning." Monica replied back with another small yawn. She smiled lazily, before stretching her head up to give John a sensual good morning kiss. "So it wasn't just a wonderful dream…?"
John chuckled as he gently caressed her face. "Nope. Though it damn well felt like one several times last night." Monica giggled thinking back to the number of times last night that it had felt like she and John had reached heaven together. John's eyes started to shine with longing again as it had when they were dancing at the restaurant. "Y'know what though? I'm not one hundred percent convinced. I think that maybe we should repeat what we experienced last night…just to make sure it really wasn't just an incredible dream…can never be too sure…" John had been placing butterfly kisses over her face and neck as he was talking and now proceeded to roll on top of her, his hands slowly stroking over the areas on her naked body that he now knew made her wild with desire.
Monica gasped at how quickly her body was becoming aroused again simply from the feel of this man's sexy body and his actions. At the moment, she wanted nothing more than to surrender to her own want and to simply make love with John for the rest of the day. However, there was something she had to ask him first before her mind became too preoccupied. She gently, but reluctantly, pulled his head back to face hers, bringing his descending hands back up towards the pillows. "Nuh uh. Not yet. Not before you explain."
"Huh?" John looked at Monica with confusion and raised his eyebrow questionably. "Explain what?"
"Why last night I got a mysterious note at my hotel door telling me to go this bar where I then meet my FBI partner…" Monica raised her body up a bit by her elbows and looked at John with curious eyes before continuing. "…who then acts as though we had never met before and instead starts flirting outrageously with me, treats me to a romantic dinner in a nice restaurant, dances with me, gives me the most incredible kiss I've ever experienced and then finally whisks me off for the most fantastic mind-blowing sex I'd ever had." Monica smiled as John smirked back smugly at her. "Not that I'm complaining about what happened, far from it, it's just that I thought you only wanted to rest by yourself last night?"
"I did. As we were leaving the beach yesterday, I had felt so exhausted. Both mentally and physically. It had felt like I had finally stopped running a marathon while carrying a ten ton load on my back for the past few years." John laid back on the comfortable bed, pulling Monica closer to him. She wrapped her arms around his body and rested her chin on his shoulder as she listened to him intently. "But as I sat in my room, I realised that I didn't want to be alone tonight. Hell, I've been alone sitting on my sorry ass for the past nine years!" John turned his face towards Monica. "What I realised most of all though was that I didn't want just anyone as company. Not my marine or NYPD buddies, my FBI colleagues or even my family. I only wanted YOU."
Monica's grin became wider, the realisation of how much she actually meant to John finally hitting her. One thing was still puzzling her though. "But why the whole "Hi, I'm John, what's your name?" act? You knew my feelings for you. I would have gone out with you if you had just asked me…"
John grinned while looking deeply into Monica's eyes. "Because I wanted it to seem like we were meeting for the first time. I wanted nothing that had happened in the past to be hanging over us." John then sighed, his grin fading from his face as he became deep in thought. "I don't think in all our years of friendship we have one happy memory that we like to think back on. I mean we first met when my son was murdered and any other memories we then have of each other after that usually involves finding dead FBI agents, supersoldiers, government conspiracies, horrific X-File cases or even one of us lying in a hospital bed on the verge of death." John subconsciously tightened his arms around Monica. "I mean, don't get me wrong. I can also recall great times during our friendship but more often than most, it's usually the bad that has followed us lately." Monica nodded her head slightly, silently agreeing with John. Their friendship hadn't exactly started in the best of circumstances and she had also found it hard to recall a time when both she and John had simply enjoyed each others company without some ominous event overshadowing them. "That's why I wanted last night to be different. I wanted us to be able to act like a normal man and woman who were simply attracted to each other and not as FBI partners that have seen so much tragedy together. Most of all though I wanted us to look back on that night in the future and remember how special it was…our first truly happy memory." John twirled a lock of Monica's dark hair between his fingers. "Releasing Luke's ashes yesterday allowed me to finally close that terrible chapter in my life. And to finally start a new one with you. A new beginning. For both of us."
Monica's eyes started to become watery, the tenderness and sincerity of John's words rendering her speechless. She had not realised how much thought John had put into their relationship over this whole time. She had seen many sides to John, especially in the last few hours, but it was this sensitive caring side that she loved the most. She knew now for sure that there can be no other man in her life other than John Doggett. Any other man would just fade in comparison. Just as Monica started to speak, John placed a finger on her lips indicating that he still had more to say to her.
"But Monica, I just want you to know that I have been in love with you way longer than last night despite the act. You have been in my dreams for so long that to finally have you here makes me feel like the luckiest goddamn man alive." John looked at Monica seriously. "I love you Mon."
Monica smiled, now unable to stop the tears from trailing down her soft cheeks. She still couldn't believe what was happening. Just last night she had been promising to herself to keep her feelings for John hidden, thinking that it would still be some time until he would feel comfortable in a romantic relationship. She had never imagined that twelve hours later, John would be holding her in his strong arms in bed as he finally declared his love for her. Finding her voice, she decided to finally release the words that had been stored in her aching heart for so long. "I love you too John. And I have been in love with you much, MUCH longer than last night."
John's lips formed an enormous smile, his face expressing his happiness at her tender and loving words. She couldn't recall a time when she had seen him this happy. Likewise, Monica now felt an utter peace and contentment with her life that she hadn't experienced for such a long time. Deep at the back of her mind, she knew that when they returned to Washington they would have to deal with the continuing problems with the X-Files along with hiding their new relationship. For now though, the only thing that mattered was their unquestionable love for each other. Screw the Bureau and its regulations. Nothing else mattered. They shared a long tender kiss, sealing their new relationship with love and hope for the future.
John eventually pulled away after a few minutes with a devilish smile to his face. "So Miss Reyes…" He sat up and started outlining the round curves of her bare breasts with his finger causing her whole body to tingle with delight. "You're not planning to return to Washington straight away are you?"
"Well, I have got a few neglected plants in my apartment that that will die if I don't water them soon…" Monica replied teasingly as she started to become slightly breathless, vividly aware of John's caressing hand as it descending down her body.
"Gee, that's a shame…" John mumbled huskily as he started placing tender kisses around her ear. "'Cos I was thinking that maybe you could stay in New York a little longer…I mean we only met for the first time last night at the bar…" John grinned playfully at Monica who smiled back with anticipation. "I was thinking that maybe we could continue on getting to know each other better…maybe MUCH more better…" John then gently grinded his hips into Monica's causing her to gasp out with desire.
"Well…I guess I could always buy new plants…" was all that Monica managed to get out coherently before John bent down to place a deeply passionate yet loving kiss on her awaiting lips.
THE END.
A stream of bright sunlight woke Monica up from her deep sleep. In her drowsy mind she made a mental note to buy thicker curtains for her bedroom window, scolding herself for having gone for stylish flimsy curtains rather than practical ones. She yawned and gradually opened her sleepy eyes, expecting to see her apartment bedroom. Instead her blurred vision slowly formed the shapes of a posh New York hotel room…
Monica eyes jolted open in surprise as her body automatically tensed on alert. She couldn't remember where she was. An image of John asking her to accompany him to New York slowly entered her mind before she then finally remembered the beautiful day at the beach yesterday. Her lips curled up into a sad smile as her body relaxed back into the bed hoping, not for the first time, that Luke was now happy and at peace wherever he now was.
Monica then became aware of a heavy arm wrapped tightly around her naked waist. Monica grinned, the events that had occurred after the beach late last night now also slowly flooding back, as she turned around to face the man lying behind her.
"Good morning." John smiled at her and pulled her towards his chest, his soft blue eyes gazing down at her face lovingly. He was lying on his side next to her looking extremely content and relaxed. His normally neatly styled hair was now sexily tousled reminding Monica on how good it had felt to run her hands through it during their passionate lovemaking. His bare muscular chest that she had the pleasure of touching and kissing last night was exposed above the sheets, the feel of it on her bare skin making her shiver slightly. Overall, he made a very nice view for Monica to wake up to.
"Morning." Monica replied back with another small yawn. She smiled lazily, before stretching her head up to give John a sensual good morning kiss. "So it wasn't just a wonderful dream…?"
John chuckled as he gently caressed her face. "Nope. Though it damn well felt like one several times last night." Monica giggled thinking back to the number of times last night that it had felt like she and John had reached heaven together. John's eyes started to shine with longing again as it had when they were dancing at the restaurant. "Y'know what though? I'm not one hundred percent convinced. I think that maybe we should repeat what we experienced last night…just to make sure it really wasn't just an incredible dream…can never be too sure…" John had been placing butterfly kisses over her face and neck as he was talking and now proceeded to roll on top of her, his hands slowly stroking over the areas on her naked body that he now knew made her wild with desire.
Monica gasped at how quickly her body was becoming aroused again simply from the feel of this man's sexy body and his actions. At the moment, she wanted nothing more than to surrender to her own want and to simply make love with John for the rest of the day. However, there was something she had to ask him first before her mind became too preoccupied. She gently, but reluctantly, pulled his head back to face hers, bringing his descending hands back up towards the pillows. "Nuh uh. Not yet. Not before you explain."
"Huh?" John looked at Monica with confusion and raised his eyebrow questionably. "Explain what?"
"Why last night I got a mysterious note at my hotel door telling me to go this bar where I then meet my FBI partner…" Monica raised her body up a bit by her elbows and looked at John with curious eyes before continuing. "…who then acts as though we had never met before and instead starts flirting outrageously with me, treats me to a romantic dinner in a nice restaurant, dances with me, gives me the most incredible kiss I've ever experienced and then finally whisks me off for the most fantastic mind-blowing sex I'd ever had." Monica smiled as John smirked back smugly at her. "Not that I'm complaining about what happened, far from it, it's just that I thought you only wanted to rest by yourself last night?"
"I did. As we were leaving the beach yesterday, I had felt so exhausted. Both mentally and physically. It had felt like I had finally stopped running a marathon while carrying a ten ton load on my back for the past few years." John laid back on the comfortable bed, pulling Monica closer to him. She wrapped her arms around his body and rested her chin on his shoulder as she listened to him intently. "But as I sat in my room, I realised that I didn't want to be alone tonight. Hell, I've been alone sitting on my sorry ass for the past nine years!" John turned his face towards Monica. "What I realised most of all though was that I didn't want just anyone as company. Not my marine or NYPD buddies, my FBI colleagues or even my family. I only wanted YOU."
Monica's grin became wider, the realisation of how much she actually meant to John finally hitting her. One thing was still puzzling her though. "But why the whole "Hi, I'm John, what's your name?" act? You knew my feelings for you. I would have gone out with you if you had just asked me…"
John grinned while looking deeply into Monica's eyes. "Because I wanted it to seem like we were meeting for the first time. I wanted nothing that had happened in the past to be hanging over us." John then sighed, his grin fading from his face as he became deep in thought. "I don't think in all our years of friendship we have one happy memory that we like to think back on. I mean we first met when my son was murdered and any other memories we then have of each other after that usually involves finding dead FBI agents, supersoldiers, government conspiracies, horrific X-File cases or even one of us lying in a hospital bed on the verge of death." John subconsciously tightened his arms around Monica. "I mean, don't get me wrong. I can also recall great times during our friendship but more often than most, it's usually the bad that has followed us lately." Monica nodded her head slightly, silently agreeing with John. Their friendship hadn't exactly started in the best of circumstances and she had also found it hard to recall a time when both she and John had simply enjoyed each others company without some ominous event overshadowing them. "That's why I wanted last night to be different. I wanted us to be able to act like a normal man and woman who were simply attracted to each other and not as FBI partners that have seen so much tragedy together. Most of all though I wanted us to look back on that night in the future and remember how special it was…our first truly happy memory." John twirled a lock of Monica's dark hair between his fingers. "Releasing Luke's ashes yesterday allowed me to finally close that terrible chapter in my life. And to finally start a new one with you. A new beginning. For both of us."
Monica's eyes started to become watery, the tenderness and sincerity of John's words rendering her speechless. She had not realised how much thought John had put into their relationship over this whole time. She had seen many sides to John, especially in the last few hours, but it was this sensitive caring side that she loved the most. She knew now for sure that there can be no other man in her life other than John Doggett. Any other man would just fade in comparison. Just as Monica started to speak, John placed a finger on her lips indicating that he still had more to say to her.
"But Monica, I just want you to know that I have been in love with you way longer than last night despite the act. You have been in my dreams for so long that to finally have you here makes me feel like the luckiest goddamn man alive." John looked at Monica seriously. "I love you Mon."
Monica smiled, now unable to stop the tears from trailing down her soft cheeks. She still couldn't believe what was happening. Just last night she had been promising to herself to keep her feelings for John hidden, thinking that it would still be some time until he would feel comfortable in a romantic relationship. She had never imagined that twelve hours later, John would be holding her in his strong arms in bed as he finally declared his love for her. Finding her voice, she decided to finally release the words that had been stored in her aching heart for so long. "I love you too John. And I have been in love with you much, MUCH longer than last night."
John's lips formed an enormous smile, his face expressing his happiness at her tender and loving words. She couldn't recall a time when she had seen him this happy. Likewise, Monica now felt an utter peace and contentment with her life that she hadn't experienced for such a long time. Deep at the back of her mind, she knew that when they returned to Washington they would have to deal with the continuing problems with the X-Files along with hiding their new relationship. For now though, the only thing that mattered was their unquestionable love for each other. Screw the Bureau and its regulations. Nothing else mattered. They shared a long tender kiss, sealing their new relationship with love and hope for the future.
John eventually pulled away after a few minutes with a devilish smile to his face. "So Miss Reyes…" He sat up and started outlining the round curves of her bare breasts with his finger causing her whole body to tingle with delight. "You're not planning to return to Washington straight away are you?"
"Well, I have got a few neglected plants in my apartment that that will die if I don't water them soon…" Monica replied teasingly as she started to become slightly breathless, vividly aware of John's caressing hand as it descending down her body.
"Gee, that's a shame…" John mumbled huskily as he started placing tender kisses around her ear. "'Cos I was thinking that maybe you could stay in New York a little longer…I mean we only met for the first time last night at the bar…" John grinned playfully at Monica who smiled back with anticipation. "I was thinking that maybe we could continue on getting to know each other better…maybe MUCH more better…" John then gently grinded his hips into Monica's causing her to gasp out with desire.
"Well…I guess I could always buy new plants…" was all that Monica managed to get out coherently before John bent down to place a deeply passionate yet loving kiss on her awaiting lips.
THE END.