Title: Hunger (Part One)

Author: Kathmak

Summary: John and Monica want each other. A lot. Oh, did I mention that they want each other?

Category: DRR

Rating: NC-17. Adults only.

Disclaimer: Sadly, John and Monica don’t belong to me. They belong to the brain trust that gave them no closure in “The Truth.”

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They had been exchanging hungry looks all day long, but that was nothing unusual. That kind of thing was par for the course even before they had become lovers. The mutual desire had always been there, long before it had been spoken about or acted upon. But it took on a whole new significance now that he knew what it felt like to be inside her. He had never wanted any woman the way he wanted Monica. He had never loved any woman the way he loved Monica.

Now, their eye contact was just a way of telegraphing their want for each other during business hours: a harbinger of what was in store later that night. They tried, as a general rule, not to mix business with pleasure. But “rules are meant to be broken,” Monica had whispered with a telltale little smile one humid afternoon. On that particular occasion, she had locked the office door and then taken down his pants, just as easy as you please. She straddled him right there on his desk, despite his half-hearted protestations. He vaguely remembered being aware of the sound of pens and paper being pushed to the side, of his computer keyboard crashing to the ground. After that, though, it was all a blur. He had been so transfixed by the sight of her looming above him, riding him like she was trying to tame a wild horse, that he didn’t even care. He was oblivious to everything but her parted lips and her gleaming eyes. He didn’t care that someone could have knocked or called or somehow caught them in the act.

Today, it had started out innocently enough. She had excused herself to go into the lady’s room to “powder her nose,” as she had put it. He nodded and watched quietly as she stood up from behind her desk and sauntered out of the cramped basement office, her tight little ass wiggling suggestively as she walked.

He was such a goner for this woman.

In truth, he was a little relieved that she was wearing pants today. It was tough enough trying to concentrate on work without having to see her in a skirt. Those long, beautiful legs of hers seemed to go on forever. Whenever she wore a skirt, all he could think about was how good it felt to have her legs wrapped around him, and how she tightened them involuntarily like a vise just before she came.

He tried to focus on the report that he knew Skinner was expecting on his desk before the end of the day, but it was useless. Instead, he sat there, counting the minutes until he heard the approaching click-clack of her heels on the tile floor. She’d only been gone for two minutes, but to him it felt like a whole damn year.

When she returned, her lipstick was a little redder and her blouse was unbuttoned a little further. She sat back down at her desk as if nothing was different and stuck her nose into her computer screen.

He watched, hypnotized, as she bit her lower lip in concentration. She ran a hand absently through her hair. He wanted her so bad. He wanted to bathe her with his tongue. He wanted to feel her hands on him, guiding him into her warmth. Right here, right now. He could break about a thousand FBI regs right now and not give it a second thought. All that mattered to him was getting a fix for his addiction.

Without thinking, he got up and walked around to the back of her chair. Placing his hands firmly on her shoulders, he began kneading them gently. A tiny moan escaped from the back of her throat as he continued his impromptu massage. He felt his pants tighten at the sound of her voicing her pleasure.

“John,” she managed to say before another moan came out. “What are you doing?”

“Like you don’t know,” he smirked, his hands still in motion. “The lipstick, the blouse. You’ve been playin’ this game with me all day long, Monica.”

She threw her head back and smiled defiantly. “You love it and you know it, John Jay Doggett.”

“I love you, Monica Reyes,” he growled. “You drive me crazy. You know that?”

“John, John, John . . . ” she said, her voice at once girlish and seductive. “I love you, too. You want to know what else I love?”

His hands stopped momentarily. “What’s that?” he asked.

“Fucking you senseless.”

He sucked in his breath, trying to control the reaction that her words were having on him. From where he was standing, he could see directly down her tight red blouse, thanks to the extra buttons that she had been nice enough to undo during her trip to the ladies room. He got the sudden urge to touch the creamy swell of flesh that she was revealing to him and him alone.

“You’re wearing the purple lace one today,” he noted, as his hand moved from her shoulder across her chest. He slipped his hand inside her shirt and cupped her right breast, and her back arched reflexively in response to his touch.

“I wore it for you, John,” she whispered. "I know how much you like it.”

“As much as I like all of that lacy stuff,” he replied, “I’d rather see you wearing nothing at all.”

Monica was wriggling in her chair now, her body reacting openly to the feel of his warm hand on her bare skin. John leaned down until his mouth was mere inches from her ear. “If we weren’t at work, I’d be sucking your nipples right now,” he hissed, his words slow and deliberate.

She thought she might come right then and there, but she held on, instead tipping her head upward to receive his impending kiss. Unfortunately the ringing telephone interrupted any notion they may have had of continuing their foreplay. John’s hand momentarily remained where it was, as if he was debating whether or not to answer the phone. Before Monica could ask him not to, he sighed heavily. Reluctantly, he removed his hand from her breast, but not before he pinched her nipple once for good measure. This brought a delighted shriek from Monica, and he smiled wickedly as he walked to his desk.

She immediately missed the feeling of his strong hand on her flesh. As she watched him pick up the phone, Monica wondered if she would be able to persuade him to sneak out of work early this afternoon. She didn’t know if she could wait until dark to feel his hard, naked body pushing into hers. She had been aching for him all day long: even more than usual, if such a thing was possible. And what made her feel the best was that she knew he felt the same way. Every time he looked at her–or through her, at times–she knew what was on his mind. It was the same thing that was on her mind. This love affair of theirs was unlike anything she had ever known. It was so powerful that it frightened her a little. But, as John was fond of saying whenever they discussed it, this was one time when it felt damn good to be afraid.

When John hung up the phone a moment later, Monica could not immediately read his expression.

“Skinner,” he said, in answer to her unasked question. “Change of plans. He wants us to assist with a surveillance detail in Georgetown tonight. Some RICO case. ”

Monica jumped to her feet. “Surveillance? And since when do we work RICO cases?”

“Since Skinner ordered us to,” he answered. “No one else is available right now. The AG is buildin’ a case against this big shot Teamster, and they’re worried he might skip town. They need us to sit on his house for a few hours until they can find someone from Organized Crime to relieve us.”

“What about the report that Skinner expected to have on his desk by 5:00?” She asked, buttoning up her blouse.

“He’s giving us an extension on that, based on the unusual circumstances.” John walked over to the coat rack, grabbing both Monica’s jacket and his own.

“You seem awfully chipper about this crappy assignment, John. Are you going to let me in on the secret?”

John winked at Monica as he slipped her coat over her shoulders. “The secret is, I get to sit in a darkened car on a quiet residential street with the woman who drives me wild. I’d call that a pretty good way to finish off the work day.”

“Well, when you put it that way . . . ” She leaned in and rewarded him with a chaste kiss before they locked the office and headed out.

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