Title: The Importance of Foreplay
Fandom: The X-Files
Characters: John Doggett/Monica Reyes
Prompt: #13 - "I will never hold you underneath for me, maybe only just enough so you can breathe" from "Drowning" by Rufio
Word Count: 3,300 (hell yes)
Rating: A very hard R
Summary:
"I don't know, but you better do it fast before we're not in the mood anymore," Monica responded, getting hotter just thinking about how much trouble they could get in if anyone found out.
Author's Notes: Heh, I was SO RIGHT about the witty banter this time. It's almost all it is. Plus sex. Oh yes. Got some Drippy sex going on (and I mean that in strictly the ship name sense, not the descriptive way . . . I'll stop).


John shoved a handful of folders into his briefcase. "So, got any plans this weekend, Mon?"

She shrugged, sliding off her glasses and folding them. "Who knows. I'm sure there'll be something interesting on the Discovery Channel." John snorted in response, and she gave him a look. "Don't tell me your plans are more exciting."

He shook his head, grinning, then paused, contemplating his next words. "Say, we should do somethin'."

Monica raised an eyebrow at him. "What did you have in mind?"

He shrugged, nonchalant. "I dunno. There might be a good movie showin' somewhere . . ."

Monica grinned. "Are you asking me out on a date, Agent Doggett?"

John rolled his eyes. "Come on, Mon, can't two friends go out and see a movie together?"

She nodded slowly. "Yes, I suppose they can . . ."

"And it wouldn't actually be a date unless I took you out to dinner somewhere first," John interrupted her.

Monica nodded, contemplating that idea. "Right, right, of course not. You know, there is a new Thai place I've been meaning to check out . . ."

John groaned. "This is gettin' more expensive for me by the minute."

She grinned. "I never said you had to pay for it. I mean, if you paid for everything, then that most definitely would be a date, and we already decided that this isn't a date . . ."

John stepped forward, silencing her. "Okay, okay, you can stop." He paused, gauging her expression, before continuing. "So let's say this is a date. That's kinda frowned upon at the Bureau, you know."

"Come on, John," Monica said sultrily. "Be a risk-taker. Break the rules. You know you wanna." She gave him a devious smirk, which he soon echoed.

"You are so right, Agent Reyes," he responded, picking up his coat and slinging it over his arm and he directed her to the door. "Tomorrow, then?"

Monica shrugged. "I'm not doing anything tonight. Why wait?"

John smirked and shook his head. "You are unbelievable, Monica."

She gave him a broad grin. "I'll take that as meaning you don't have plans tonight, either."

"I do now."

Monica giggled as he shoved her out the door, pushing her to the elevator.

He leaned over to whisper in her ear. "Now, calm down. We don't want some rookie or brownnoser reporting us to Kersh or somethin'."

Monica rolled her eyes. "I thought I was the paranoid one."

He smirked. "Keep that up and I just might hafta spank you."

Monica's eyes grew wide at John's threat. It was very unlike him to be this forward. She turned to face him and saw he was very serious. His eyes reflected something she almost didn't recognize coming from him – lust. She swallowed hard and collected herself; she didn't want to ruin the moment.

"Don't go making empty promises, John," she mumured back to him.

She felt him press gently into her back, proving to her that he was far from joking. "Never, Mon."

His words breezed across her neck, and she couldn't help an involuntary shiver. This was further than they'd ever gone before, and she wasn't sure how to handle it. Before she could think any deeper on the matter, John had directed her inside the elevator.

The metal doors closed, and they were alone in the box. She turned to him to see what he had planned, and caught him glancing up at the security camera.

"John?" she asked, her voice so soft she was afraid he may not have heard her.

"What, Mon?" he asked, his voice just as soft.

"What you thinkin'?"

He turned to look at her. "I'm wonderin' if there's a way to get this camera off."

Her eyes widened and her mouth trembled as she thought of what that could possibly mean. "Are you saying . . ."

He looked her square in the eye. "I want you, Mon, and I don't want some security camera filming what I wanna do to you."

Monica kept her eyes on his as she reached into her purse and withdrew something. "Here, use this." She held out a Swiss Army knife. He raised his eyebrow at her. "Don't ask."

"An' what am I s'pposed to do with this?" he asked, looking from the tool to her.

"I don't know, but you better do it fast before we're not in the mood anymore," Monica responded, getting hotter just thinking about how much trouble they could get in if anyone found out.

He grinned and slid the knife into his pocket. Monica narrowed her eyes at him. "What are you doing?"

"I've got a better idea," he said, and the elevator opened. He stepped out and motioned for her to follow, which she did, still looking confused. He started to walk away, and she jogged to catch up to him.

"John, what are you doing?" she asked again, with more exasperation this time. He opened up a door to a stairwell. "I don't wanna play games . . ."

Before she could finish her statement, the door clicked closed and John had her backed up against the wall in a split second, his mouth covering hers. She reached out to grasp him, to hold her balance, and as the kiss was deepening, and she began to moan into his mouth, he pulled away, leaving Monica dazed.

John waited for her to regain her composure before speaking. "You were saying?"

He broke into a grin as she swatted at him. "You are naughty."

He shrugged. "I just wanted to hurry things up a bit. I mean, you did say you wanted me to do it fast."

Monica leaned into him, her lips mere centimeters from John's as she said, "But that didn't mean I wanted it to end so soon." She flicked her tongue out of her mouth for a second, nearly intercepting John's jawline as she did so, and making him shiver slightly from the near encounter.

"Oh, believe me, we ain't done yet," he murmured back, his eyes shifted down and focused entirely on Monica's lips, so very close to his own. "Your place or mine?"

"Why not just do things right here, right now?" she teased, pressing her hands to his chest. "You did say you wanted to do it before we lost the mood."

He groaned as she shifted her thigh against his crotch, and said, "I'm gonna be in the mood for a long time, Mon. I don't know 'bout you."

Monica shifted her eyes upward to meet his and gave him a smirk. "Your house is farther from neighbors."

He grinned. "My place it is, then."

Monica attempted to slide out from under him, but John caught her before she could and smothered her lips with another deep kiss.

When they pulled away, Monica nearly melted into the concrete, but John collected her, righting her, before giving himself a professional distance from her and exiting the stairwell. Monica followed soon after, making sure to keep that slight distance they normally kept, to maintain the appearance of two agents who do nothing more than work together.

They headed for the parking garage, ready to hop into John's truck and speed away to his house. They still needed to be careful, though, because there were cameras, not to mention agents, everywhere they turned. Once they were on the road, then they could relax a bit.

John zoomed out of the garage, not wasting any time in getting the hell away from the FBI Building. As he entered the on ramp for the freeway, he heard Monica let out a noise that was somewhere between a sigh and a moan. He turned to her and found her leaned back against her seat, eyes closed, her mouth upturned in a satisfied grin.

"Happy?" he asked, a hint of a smile playing upon his face.

"Of course," she purred, cracking her eyes open a bit and tilting her head to face him. "You know, this is not at all how I imagined spending the weekend."

"It's not the weekend yet," John teased, his grin growing wider.

She stuck her tongue out at him, then let her features settle into a happy expression. "We just have to remember we have to work tomorrow. The last thing we need is to have someone come check up on you and find me in bed with you." She started laughing, and John joined her, taking a left turn.

"Oh, Mon," John sighed, after calming from his laughter, "I wish we didn't have to be so damn secretive 'bout all this."

Monica's laughter died down, as well, and she softly said, "Me too. But hey, doesn't the danger of it all get you even more hot and bothered?"

He gave her a sidelong glance, smirking. "I suppose that's what gets you off, huh?"

She shook her head, returning his smirk. "No, John," she leaned closer to him, positioning her mouth near his ears, "you're what gets me off."

John jerked on the wheel, nearly losing control of his truck. Once safely back in his lane, he scowled, shaking a finger at Monica. "You better watch it, Mon. You're gonna end up getting up both killed if you keep doing shit like that."

Monica continued smirking, settling back into her seat. "At least I have an effect on you," she said with a hint of cockiness.

John snorted. "That's for fucking sure, Monica. You don't have any idea."

"Care to show me?"

John signalled and pulled into his driveway, bringing the truck to a halt and turning off the ignition before turning to look at Monica, then opening his door and hopping down, leaving her to sit in the cab. Monica frowned, confused by his behavior.

She need not have been confused for long, though, as just as she was about to open her door, it flung open, and there stood John, a feral look in his eyes. She made as if to step down, but before she could, he was lifting her, and not gently, either.

He threw her over his shoulder in a fireman's carry, then walked to the house in determined stride. As he reached the door, Monica reached down and swatted his rearend, clearly not appreciative of the trip. He ignored her and pushed open the now unlocked door, walking in and slamming it shut before heading upstairs, his grip on her legs tight and unwavering.

He reached his bedroom and kicked open the door, reaching his bed in seconds, and finally loosening his grip on Monica's legs, sliding her down his body slowly, savoring every bit of contact with her supple and willing body.

Monica moaned as her breasts brushed against John's chest – her nipples were so goddamn hard, and the rubbing was just making them even more sensitive.

"Like that?" John murmured, brushing his lips over Monica's neck, while pressing his hips into hers, causing her to moan even louder.

"God . . . fuck, I'm wearing too many clothes," Monica said, her breathing heavy.

"For once, I won't argue with you," John joked, pulling away briefly, just for long enough for Monica to rip off her shirt and hastily pull down her skirt. As soon as the clothes were removed, he fastened his lips to her neck again, prepared to make a hickey the size of Texas. As he did so, Monica reached over and tugged on his belt, signalling to him that he needed to get out of his clothes, too.

Rather than unzipping his jeans himself, he redirected her retreating hands back to his waistband, silently ordering her to do the job. She fumbled with the belt buckle, then found the zipper, yanking down.

John pulled away, worried about the fervent nature of her removal of his pants. "Whoa, Mon, I don't want our party to be cut short by a trip to the hospital," he said, a smirk in his voice.

Monica giggled nervously. "No, I guess you're right. I'll keep in under control."

"How 'bout I just do it?" John suggested, not fully trusting her to reign in those raging hormones.

"That's no fun," Monica pouted, running her hands up his thighs.

He raised an eyebrow at her. "Neither is goin' to the emergency room. Just lemme do it, Mon. Then you can have as much fun as you want."

Monica purred. "I do like the sounds of it. Make it fast, big man. I ain't gonna wait all night."

"Oh, is that so?" he murmured against her lips, then sucked her lower lip into his mouth temporarily, releasing another moan from Monica. He quickly reached down and undid the button on his pants, unzipped them, and let them drop to the floor. "And now, for someplace more comfortable."

"Mmm," Monica agreed, but felt the urge to hassle him. "Must be that old age creeping up on ya, John. Can't even have sex standing up anymore."

John reached down and pinched one of Monica's nipples through her bra, causing her to squirm in a combination of pleasure and pain. "You sure you're not the one who can't handle vertical sex?"

"I've done it before, John, and I know for a fact that I can do it again," she responded, breathing heavily as John deftly unhooked her bra and slipped it off her arms, sending it flying across the room.

"Well, this is gonna be a lot longer than you're gonna want to be standing up," he informed her, bringing his head down to one of her plump breasts and taking a nipple into his mouth, sucking gently.

Monica moaned again, closing her eyes in ecstasy. "So you're saying I'm gonna be glad I'm already in bed when you get done with me?" she asked breathlessly.

He nodded, his stubble rubbing her stomach. She sighed, causing him to chuckle. "You like that, huh? Well, you're gonna love what I have in store."

He continued the slow journey down her body, and Monica let out a loud groan in anticipation of what he was about to do. Sure enough, he started to yank on her panties, chuckling. "Nice granny panties, Mon."

She whacked him upside the head. "Comfort comes first at work."

John raised his head for long enough to nuzzle her neck, saying, "Not if I have anything to say about it."

"Mmm," Monica murmured, getting distracted by his ministrations, "if you had your way, I wouldn't be wearing anything to work."

"No, no, that's not true," John argued, sprinkling kisses across her breastbone. "I wouldn't want all the other guys ogling you. You're all mine."

Monica giggled. "You sure are full of yourself."

He halted his kisses and looked at her. "Yeah, and now all I want to do is make you full of me."

Monica groaned, both at the suggestion and the horrible pun. "Well, then, are you just gonna sit there and inflate your ego some more?"

He grinned at her. "I suppose I could give you a little lip service."

She groaned again. "Stop with the awful puns, John."

"Aw, come on, Mon, you know you love 'em," John responded. "I could do this all night."

"Let me guess," Monica interrupted him. "Or you could do me all night."

"Well, there's an idea," he said, shifting himself farther down on the bed. "And I think I'll start right down here."

He trailed his hands, rough from years of police work, down the sensitive skin of her stomach and thighs, moving them in toward her hot center. Monica almost whimpered in anticipation, as his fingers gradually slipped one at a time inside her, until three digits filled her dripping hole.

John had a determined look upon his face as he started finger fucking Monica – if she hadn't been so in the moment, Monica probably would have laughed at it. Instead, she panted and moaned, her eyes closed and head thrown back in pleasure, as John continued to thrust his fingers inside her.

"Oh, so good," she moaned, and the timbre of her voice only hardened John's already stiff erection to an almost unbearable degree.

He groaned under the pressure and shifted again, bringing himself to a kneeling position between her legs and extracting his fingers. Monica whimpered at the loss, but it needn't be for long, for the very next thing John did was grab his cock in one hand and drive it toward the space his fingers had just vacated.

Just as he was reaching her opening, Monica's voice halted him.

"Stop!"

He quickly drew back, worried he had done something wrong. "What, Mon?" he whispered. "What'd I do?"

She looked at him dreamily, still in sex mode, then replied, "Protection, John."

He narrowed his eyes at her in confusion, then as it dawned on him, opened them wide. "Ahh."

Monica smirked. "Don't wanna show up for work pregnant. I think Kersh would really have some questions then."

John shook his head and slid off the bed, going to the nightstand and finding a condom, ripping open the package and extracting it. "I'd 'a thought you'd be on the pill."

"Why?" Monica asked, pushing herself into a sitting position. She took the condom from his hands and proceeded to unroll it over his stiff member, looking in his eyes the entire time. "Think I'm that much of a slut?"

John's face grew shocked at her words. "'Course not, Monica. I just thought most women used it." The moment had grown considerably more serious, and he cupped her face in his hands. "You know I could never think such a thing about you, Mon. I . . . I . . ."

"You what, John?" Monica whispered, wanting him to just say it, what she hoped he was about to admit, that he loved her.

He smiled down at her and spoke softly. "I love you too much for that."

Monica almost melted right on the bed at his words, but kept herself together long enough to respond, "And you know I love you, have loved you for a long time."

"Yeah, I do," he said, still smiling. "And how about we prove our love for each other right now, let me make you a woman."

Monica giggled. "Really, John, I'm not a slut, but I'm not a snow white virgin, either."

He shrugged. "I know. But you're a John Doggett virgin." He grinned and leaned in to suck on her neck, as she groaned.

"You're awful," she muttered into his hair, and he pulled back slightly to look her in the face.

"Yeah, but you love it," he responded, and she shook her head, grinning.

"Yeah, yeah, let's just get it on already."

"Ooh, feisty," John said, waggling his eyebrows, and Monica giggled again. It was good to see him being so lighthearted for once.

This time when he drove into her, she didn't stop him, and they were soon entangled in each other, John thrusting into her with fervent strokes. They moaned and groaned and panted, simply enjoying the feeling of their bodies being melded with each other for the first time, but what would surely be far from their last.

As the night wore on, they continued to take opportunities to explore each others' bodies, and each others' minds, as they talked as much as they fucked.

John rolled over after another romp, exhausted. "So, Mon, you still up for vertical sex?"

She yawned next to him. "Hell no. What do you think I am, the Energizer Bunny?"

He smirked. "Just checking." She swatted at him, and he leaned over, pressing a kiss to her lips. "I love you, Monica. Don't forget that."

She smiled leisurely, rolling over so she was holding his body against hers. "Never, John."