Doggett:
"What happened?" Monica looked anxiously at me as I entered the bathroom back at Roxanne's wedding reception for us.
"It took me a while to find you. I almost had to get that police tracker of Jeremy's." I chuckled.
"It's not funny John. I was worried about you. Is she safe?" I nodded, rose my eyebrows, and she smiled relief. "Did she tell you where she was going? Anything?"
"No, and it's better that we don't know. I dropped her off at the airport, so she's flying somewhere." I did a quick three sixty of the room and lowered my voice. "We can't talk about this Mon. If you want Roxanne to come back here safely, we know nothing."
She looked into my eyes and nodded agreement, but I knew Monica by now, she was still worried and would remain so until news of Roxanne's well being was favorable.
"So where to now? She wants us to look after this place for her."
"Then that's what we'll do. In the morning we'll pack a few things and move in here until we hear any news." I could tell she was comforted by my words. The face of my angel softened and I found my eyes wandering downwards to her neck and shoulders. The burgundy of her dress gave her skin a peachy glow and my fingers just had to feel its silky softness.
"John," she moaned as I traced her shoulders linking my fingers in the dress straps as I went.
"Uh huh?" With the straps pulled away from her shoulders I began kissing from the corner of her shoulder up to her neck. She moved her head to the side for easier access, and purred.
"We shouldn't do this now." My fingers pulled the hair away exposing her ear and I traced the contours with my tongue. Tugging on her earlobe with my teeth made her moans louder. It got her every time. "John." She breathed in as I made a line of kisses to her mouth. "They are waiting for me."
"Who?" I lightly kissed her lips in between escaping words.
"Candy and Rocky, ...... they'd just arrived. I promised .......I'd be with them .......shortly."
"Hmmm?" My mind was slowly becoming clouded as our lips merged for a long session. "So Mrs. Doggett, where would you like me, here or the bedroom?" I wasn't sure I could wait for her decision, we kissed with more passion and I found my hands roaming up her legs from her knees bringing along the hem of her dress.
"Mrs. Doggett?" She broke the kiss and looked impishly into my eyes. "Who said I was changing my name?" It hit me in the pit of my stomach. "I'm sort of attached to Reyes."
"I just thought...." My words trailed off. There was a long moment as I probed her thoughts with my eyes. Her resolute face began to yield and I saw the corner of her lip curl.
Never taking her eyes off mine she began undoing my belt buckle, stopping briefly to feel the hard mass that was in my pants.
"Monica, if you don't want my name I will understand." She slid the belt out of the keepers and let it fall with a clunk to the ground. As she began removing my pants my interest in sex quickly renewed. We were going to have our first sexual encounter as a married couple, in this bathroom.
"What about Candy and Rocky?" I quizzed as her hands pulled my pants over my hips and let them fall to the floor. I flicked off my shoes with my pants and moved in closer to my new wife and began tugging at the hem of her dress again. I pulled it up slowly using the free fingers to tease her flesh. Her neck was flushed showing me she was ever ready for my sexual attention.
"They'll just have to wait their turn." We both laughed as our bodies became close. I pulled up Monica's dress over her hips exposing cherry red lace thong and the pressure in my briefs grew even more.
"Oh Monica." I was one lucky bastard all right. My new wife was beautiful clothed and unclothed.
"Just do it John. I want you in me." Slowly pulling down her thong I took in her scent that made me wild with desire. I quickly pulled off my briefs and then lifted her so that her butt was on the bathroom bench. I had no time to spare or desire to fully disrobe. I wanted her there and then. She spread her legs for me and pulled me closer with her arms. Holding my erect cock I guided it inside her and heard her groans get louder with each thrust inside. She was hotter than Hades and wetter than the Atlantic. Her nails dug into my back through my shirt as my pounding increased. My hands cupped her ass giving me a better grip on her. Her head flew back and her legs spread wider to allow me in deeply.
"Oh god!" She called from her dreamy world. "Harder!" Her nails in my back must have drawn blood but I was in no state for concern. It required concentrated thought control to keep my growing orgasm at bay until I knew my woman was ready for release. Her legs linked around my waste and I felt myself push in even more. My fingers massaged her butt as her muscles began twitching. The pulsing on my cock signaled my own release and we both were both encircled with clouds of ecstasy that drifted an eternity. I stayed inside her as long as I could just picturing my contented lover's face and feeling so proud she was now mine.
I looked down as I slowly slipped out. My juices dribbled out of her and onto the tiled floor.
Through closed lids she spoke,
"John, that was wonderful. Hold me." We held on for so long, combining each other's love into one big bundle.
"So Monica Reyes, we better get back to our guests." I said this reluctantly. I could have held her in my arms forever.
"Don't you mean Monica Doggett?" I looked down to see a huge grin, then pulled away to check if she was serious. She felt over the small bulge in her abdomen where our baby lay. "John, I want to have the same family name as our son or daughter." One hand reached for mine and pulled it to her to feel the mound. I felt a wonderful surge of contentment knowing that the love of my life wanted to share more than just my body. "I will love you both with all my heart." We exchanged powerful glances that reciprocated each other's thoughts, when we heard a knock at the bathroom door.
"Monica, are you all right?" It was Candy's voice.
"Yes, we're okay." I replied with a grin towards Monica.
"Oh." We heard laughter from the other side of the door.
"When you two have finished, you have some new guests," came the muffled response.
Both sets of eyebrows rose as we each wondered who these guests might be.
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We quickly dressed and I ran fingers through my tousled hair, leaving it with some order. I smiled and kissed my new wife one more time before I took her hand in mine, made our way out and towards the growing noise in the large dining room.
There was a crowd of people all engaged in something in the corner of the room. It must have been very entertaining from the variety of sounds filling the room.
Someone emerged from the edge of the gathering and walked towards us. The face was all too familiar and we were somewhat glad to see Skinner after these last few months. Some of our questions still needed to be answered.
"I believe congratulations are in order." He shook my hand then we exchanged a manly hug before he turned to my wife.
"Monica, you're looking radiant." He said this in his usual no nonsense way but this time he added a spark of tenderness.
"Why thank you Walter." Monica beamed from more than just the compliment and I saw Skinner's eyes trying not to look up at her hair. My hand reached out and smoothed down the piece that stood out at right angles from her ear. She sported a closed lipped smile and Skinner 'ahemed' and looked at the floor briefly. He must have known what we had been doing in the bathroom. He probably remembered back to his wedding day too.
"Sorry I couldn't make it for the ceremony. Last minute paperwork deadline at the Bureau; I had to take the later flight." A few people in the crowd whistled and I became very curious.
"What's going on over there?"
"We'll get to that soon." He ushered us over to a part of the room that was vacant. "I know this is your special day but I thought you might like to know that for all intents and purposes it looks like the FBI is back to its old self." He kept his voice lowered, which belied these words of renewed hope.
"Back to its old self?" Monica voiced my question also.
"All super soldier activity ceased not long after your dismissal and it's remained dormant for the last three months."
"Which means?" I queried further.
"It means John, that for now it looks like the threat has passed." He looked at me with resolution.
"What about the rest of the country, the world? They couldn't all just disappear." Monica was right. How could these super soldiers in the numbers they appeared to have been, just vanish? Skinner just shook his head. He was as clueless as us.
"What about ten years from now? December 22, 2012?" I needed to know for all out sakes that he hadn't forgotten, that the Bureau had remembered.
"It's all in hand, we won't be facing this unarmed. It's the priority for the next ten years." He looked to both of our nodding heads. "By the way, the X-Files has been reopened."
"Oh?"
"Two new agents, you don't know them."
"And?" Did I hear a little despair in Monica's voice? I squeezed her hand and left them linked in support.
"And, they will be working on discovering anything they can about this possible future threat." He looked at both of us intently until he saw a glimmer of acceptance.
"This time of peace, just take it for the blessing that it is, you two. Have your child, bring him or her up to not be looking over their shoulder all the time." His voice was still low. I looked over Skinner's shoulder at the crowd, their backs towards us.
"Now what's happening over there?" I indicated the direction with my head.
"You don't want to know?"
"Yes!" I began walking when I heard a voice behind us.
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"John, Monica." We turned to see Dana Scully with a bigger William in her arms.
"Dana, you could make it." Monica was exuberant. She hugged both mother and baby. I also embraced her and rubbed a welcoming thumb over William's cheek. Skinner excused himself and went back to the festivities that were also beckoning me but it could wait. I was just glad people were enjoying themselves.
"Where's Mulder?" Monica was the first to ask. We both followed Scully's gaze over to the crowd that was even bigger than when we'd first noticed. My curiosity was at its peek but it would have been rude to excuse myself when it had been about a month since we'd seen either Mulder or Scully.
"What's happening over there?"
"Beats me, I just went out to diaper William and came back to a crowd around Mulder."
"So how did you find out?" Monica was keen to learn more about her previous X-Files office occupants.
She juggled William in her arms as we chatted.
"Yes, Skinner called to tell us the news. I hope this doesn't put too much of a burden on you." She looked around the large room. "I can see you've had some fun without us."
"Yes, Roxanne has been good to us." Monica took my hand and smiled.
"So how did you get William back, there are laws here?" I enquired. She smiled and gave her son a kiss on the cheek.
"We haven't got him back as such but the Van de Kamps offered us visitation every so often. They understand that the danger that William was in has subsided for now. They also know that Mulder and myself are the parents and they want him to know his real parents."
"That's good Dana. So where have you been all this time?" Monica drew closer to me and wrapped an arm around my back, almost missing the closeness we had shared not long before.
William wriggled in Scully's arms and she bent down to let him free on the floor. An eye kept a watch on her son as she explained that they'd been in New Mexico all this time.
"New Mexico?"
"Roswell, actually. Mulder just thought, and I tended to agree with him, that returning to the area we'd fled may be the last place they'd look for us. We were proved right." She gave a small grin and went to direct William away from a large planter of roses. He came back in her arms but he squirmed for freedom again.
"So, do you see what you're both letting yourselves in for? Wait until your child starts crawling and getting into everything." She chuckled. "So have you thought of any names yet?" Just then another familiar face appeared from the direction of the hallway. "Come here, Gibson." Scully lay William on the floor and placed a motherly hand on the sixteen year old's back.
Monica gave the boy a hug and I shook his hand. We both smiled at the boy and understood there was something different about him, about his demeanor.
"I don't know if you know but Gibson's staying with us now. The official adoption papers will be signed within the week." I thought I'd seen a sparkle in those usually serious eyes.
"That's great, how are you feeling?" Monica mentioned with empathy.
"Good." He nodded to Scully. "I've been running for too long." They exchanged smiles and Gibson went to keep an eye on his wandering 'little brother'.
There were sounds and voices coming from the foyer rivaling the partying going on behind us.
"He insisted." Jeremy's apologetic voice could be heard entering the room.
"That's all right Jeremy. We'll talk to him." Roxanne's bodyguard stood a short distance away while the uncustomary ruffled Brad Follmer breezed in. There were still voices coming from the front door suggesting that he had been accompanied.
"Doggett, we need to talk." Looking across from Monica to Scully, I received their silent approval before taking Follmer into the Library off the main hallway. It was an impressive room filled with ceiling height shelves of books, journals, magazines and of course Roxanne's vast collection of videotapes and DVDs. A computer stood on a desk nearby suggesting that this collection was indeed catalogued and cross-referenced. Roxanne would not leave all this just for a man. Surely she would return with or without Eric, if he were indeed alive. I left the door open so that Jeremy could hear and see all that was going on.
"What can I do for you Follmer?" As the Bellagio's head security officer for the past ten weeks I had already come face to face with the likes of Follmer. A cool, level head was the course of action and it didn't hurt to know all the finer details of the approaching discussion.
"Does he have to be here?" Follmer's head indicated towards the door. I took unvoiced pride in making this man nervous.
"Yes, he does actually. He's just watching my back. What is it you want?"
He looked to me with conflicting emotions; it seemed like a mixture of anger and fear. What was worrying this man?
"Do you really love her or are you doing this to keep her away from me?"
"Didn't we have this discussion back in DC after the hearing where your smug face sat behind the desk with that panel?"
"You knew why we had to dismiss you."
"Yes, and you seemed mighty happy about it if my memory recalls. Is that what this is? You wanting Monica for yourself because unless this ring is made of gold paper I'm married to her and you're not!" His face went a shade of red so I gladly hammered the point home. "And marriage is for keeps, buddy."
"You better make her happy or...?"
"Or you'll what? If you've seen any of Roxanne's product here," I paused and looked around the room with a contented chuckle. "Then you'll know I make her very happy." I had great pleasure in referring his thoughts back to the very reason we had been made scapegoats to save face with the FBI, our adult movies.
There was something else bothering him. He stood there for a long minute, nervously looking towards the door and then me.
"Where is she?"
"Where is who?"
"You know very well who I mean."
"Monica's out talking to..." He cut me short grabbing my arm in a tight hold. I shook it free and looked daggers at him.
"You were seen leaving the residence and taking Roxanne's Mercedes. You were also seen in the vicinity of the Las Vegas airport, driving away. Where has she gone Doggett? Where did Roxanne fly? Did she go to Eric?" It pleased me that he hadn't traced her path. I still had the upper hand and I knew it would stay that way indefinitely.
"I have no idea where she went." That was true and Follmer could see it on my face.
"Did she go to Eric?"
"Eric's dead." I emphasized the last word. "Monica IDed the body, it's all official. Maybe she rushed off to see a sick relative, I don't know."
He moved forward getting into my face and I did not budge.
"We will find her, not matter what, and when we do you are coming down with her for aiding and abetting two felons."
It began to dawn on me the real reason why Follmer had not been indicted for the cold-blooded murder of my son's killer, why he was allowed to walk free of a murder charge.
"So, they needed you." I narrowed my eyes looking into his soul. "They wanted to use your cunning ways to flush out Eric and now that you haven't got anywhere you're worried about incarceration." His flat expression indicated affirmation.
"John?" Monica's sweet voice came from the doorway.
Before leaving I had one last thing to say. Apart from him wiping out my son's killer, there was no love lost between Follmer and me.
"Even if I knew where she was going and even if Eric was still alive there is no way in hell I would give you the pleasure, ass hole." I ungritted my teeth too talk to Jeremy.
"Show his sorry ass out will you?" I took Monica by the hand and we walked back to the festivities, never looking back to see Follmer's probable look of dread.
"So did you tell him?"
"What was there to say? He knows I picked up Roxanne and took her to the airport, but he knows nothing after that." I stopped before we reached the door to the dining room and took both her hands in mine. "Look Monica, I don't want to think about him any more. Roxanne will come back when she's ready, let's just enjoy our day and our life together until then." Her hands seemed small cupped in my own and the gentle pressure I felt meant she agreed with me.
"Monica, John?" Scully approached us as we entered the room. Behind her the group was still engrossed in something I was determined to find out and possibly participate in. She didn't have William so we assumed he was with Gibson or Mulder. "There's something you should know." Scully looked a little flushed and we both wondered why.
"What is it Dana?" Monica laid a gentle hand on her arm.
"I found out what they're doing over there." Her head looked towards the gathering.
"What?" Monica went first to investigate and I followed. With her customary determination she made her way through the bodies to the front where there was a large television screen. I followed the path she made. Our mouths widened at what we saw.
"So here is the famous couple." Mulder's sanctimonious face looked over at us, as we stood there dumbfounded. He held some videotapes in his hands and had clearly been showing this crowd our adult movies. "Let's give three cheers for the bride and groom." All around, we felt the jostle of bodies and the faint smell of alcohol. The crowd surrounded us shaking our hands and congratulating us for more than just our recent nuptial union.
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Reyes:
I felt myself turning bright red from the public display of the movies John and I had done. Mulder stood there watching the movies on the plasma screen television with a huge grin on his face. I don't think I had ever seen that man smile much, especially like that.
"This one really looked like angry sex..." Mulder said to one of the other actors and then he looked at me. "Jesus, Monica, I didn't know you were into kinky shit like that...you'll have to tell Dana how you do that so we can give it a try..." Scully swatted him from behind.
"Behave yourself, Mulder." She warned.
"Did YOU think she was into stuff like that?" Mulder asked Scully. "I sure as hell didn't think Doggett would ever get it, that's for sure."
"And what's that supposed to mean?" John asked seriously.
"Relax, John. What I meant to say was, that Agent Reyes always had a thing for you and you kept fighting it off. I'm glad to see you finally caved in." Mulder stated smiling. "You guys make a great couple."
"We hate to cut this short, but we need to get going." Scully said as she hugged me. "Good luck to you guys and congratulations." She slipped me a sheet of paper with an address written on it. "Here's where we'll be if you need anything. I know taking care of a child can be a tough job, so if you need help or just need a shoulder to cry on from post-partum depression, call me." After she hugged me, she hugged John. Mulder followed in, hugging me first and then he went to John.
"A handshake will be fine, Mulder." John said smiling.
Mulder laughed. "I just wanted to see your reaction. Good luck to both of you. Catch you around sometime." Mulder and John shook hands. William, who was being carried by Gibson, came up beside me.
"I guess this is good-bye again," he said plainly. William squirmed a little and Scully took him so we could say our good-byes.
"You never know when we'll see each other again." I told him reassuringly.
"The baby loves you. Even now." I froze where I was standing and looked at the boy in awe. "And you are afraid. Afraid you'll be a bad mother." Gibson and I exchanged looks. My jaw hung open, as I was still amazed at this young man's amazing ability. I did have my doubts about it all: Motherhood, being a good wife, and whether or not I had the strength to endure it all. "You shouldn't be. You are very strong. You both are." I bent down and hugged the boy as tears came from my eyes. "Please tell us when the baby comes." He whispered to me as I pulled away.
I smiled down at Gibson. "We will. I promise." I went to Scully and William. "Good-bye, William." I kissed the child on the cheek. I looked over and John and Gibson were shaking hands. Once they were done, I watched on as our friends headed for the door.
I walked up to the VCR and removed the tape. I turned on the satellite and put the Yankees/Angels game on to occupy the crowd until the reception was over. I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned to see that it was John and he put his arm around me.
"You feeling alright?" he asked.
"I'm okay. I just want this thing to be over in a way." I was feeling a little tired from the nerves and the business of the whole reception.
"I know. I feel that way, too. I want some alone time with my wife." John looked at me with seductive eyes and I could read right into what he had in mind. The fact that I was now officially his wife made me tingle inside.
"You just wait, John Doggett. You'll be getting a lot of alone time with your wife." I shot back at him as I licked my lips and went to the bar to get a glass of water.
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Chapter Forty-Four
Reyes:
It was nightfall and all of the guests had finally left. I didn't think it would ever end. I had gone back to Roxanne's bedroom where we had put the vast majority of our gifts. My legs and ankles were killing me, my spine felt like completely giving out and I felt muscle soreness where I forgot I had muscles. The bright side of it all was the morning sickness was going away. And that was a good compromise?
I flopped myself onto the bed and stared at the ceiling. I wondered where Roxanne had disappeared to today. I wondered if Eric was truly alive like she had told me and would she be coming back. I guess it was something I would know answers to in due time. I kicked off my shoes and heard them thump to the floor. I was tired, but I knew tonight was special: The most special of all time. I wanted to make it a night to remember forever (as if the last 4 months weren't mindblowers).
John walked into the room, his tie undone and draped around his collar. "You tired?" he asked as he sat down on the bed next to me.
"Exhausted." I replied through a yawn. I rolled over to my stomach and rested my head on my arms. I felt John's fingertips massage into the muscles of my shoulders, relaxing the tenseness that once resided there. I writhed a little at his touch, letting his magic arouse the seductress in me. He slowly unzipped my dress and I helped him slide it off of my body. I could feel his breath bounce off of my skin, making me shiver from the chills. I felt John's eyes looking me up and down and then his hands followed, taking off my thong and nylons. As I lay there naked to him my breathing started to get erratic as did his. Just from the vibes in the air I knew he wanted physical pleasure, and he knew I wanted it as well. His hands rubbed my feet and then up my legs to my ass then stopped.
"You are so beautiful." He whispered through his labored breathing. He rolled me over to my back where we locked into a stare. I could feel the heat radiate off of his body like the sun. With my hands I felt the surging growth in his pants and watched him close his eyes in the pleasure of it. I reached up and kissed him on the mouth, pressing my tongue through to meet his. I took one hand to slide his tie off and then I used both hands to unbutton his shirt. When I couldn't kiss him and unbutton him, I just ripped the shirt open, buttons and all. My hands rubbed the firm muscles on his chest and then my fingers trailed down his abdomen to his pants. I undid the button and zipper, freeing is erection as I helped slide his pants and briefs down.
The throbbing was intensifying in between my legs and I was growing wetter and wetter as we kissed. My hands made their way to his hard on, massaging and caressing. John moaned as I kissed my way down his neck, nibbling on his earlobe. His body started to tremble from holding himself above me. It seemed to take less and less for both of us to be ready for joined pleasure of one another, and it seemed to get better and better every time. I could feel his throbbing hard on at my opening, which was growing wetter than Niagara Falls. I rubbed it against me, the soft flesh teasing my clit. That nearly put me over and I closed my eyes to take in the indescribable feeling it was giving me. John started kissing down my neck and collarbone, making his way to my breasts. He took one into his mouth, licking the nipple as he massaged the other with his hand. My chest heaved upward and I groaned his name loudly. I wanted him. Here. Now.
There was a loud knock at the door that startled both of us.
"John, you in there?" It was Jeremy.
John rolled to his side and wiped his face with his hand. "What do you need, Jeremy?" I could tell he was trying not to sound too annoyed.
"I got the spa temperature down like you asked me to. Ms. Derrik usually likes it at boiling, but this should be low enough so the two of you can enjoy some time in there."
"Thanks, Jeremy." John replied.
The spa? "Something you were going to tell me about, John?" I smiled.
John looked over to me and smiled. "I had him turn the temperature down in the spa by the pool so we could have a little relaxing time together tonight."
I giggled at the notion. "Do you really think we will be relaxing?" I asked.
"Ah....no. But it's a good place to start."
I rolled off of the bed and went over to Roxanne's mammoth walk-in closet. She had several white robes hanging on hangers. I grabbed a couple of them and threw them on the bed. I looked in a little further and found a shirt of Eric's that was tossed on the floor. I took a closer look at it and it was in a plastic bag labeled 'biohazard' from the hospital. It must have been the shirt he was wearing when he was shot over at the hotel. I picked it up and hugged the sealed bag. I missed Eric on this special day and I could only hope Roxanne was off to find him. I shook myself out of it and set it back down on the floor. I walked out of the closet and shut the door.
"Where'd you go? Into the abyss?" John chuckled.
"Sure as hell seemed it," I replied. "That is like another room in itself." We picked up our robes and put them on. I didn't think anyone would be around except security, but they didn't really need a show either. John took my hand and led me to the door. He opened it quickly and we both jumped at Jeremy's presence towering in the hall.
"Jesus, Jeremy. Don't you ever take the night off?" John asked.
"Ms. Derrik isn't here. She called me from the plane and told me to look after you. She pays me to do this, and that's what I will do. If you'll follow me..." Jeremy turned and walked down the hall towards the pool/spa area. We followed him outside where the spa light was on and outside torches were lit. On the deck next to the spa was a silver tray with champagne glasses and an open bottle of Martinelli's Sparkling apple cider. The sound of the pool's waterfall echoed in the air as we approached the edge of the spa's deck.
"Was this your idea, Jeremy?" I asked as I clasped my arm with John's.
"Sex is better sober and besides...it's bad for the little one." Jeremy extended his arm out toward the spa, gesturing for us to indulge ourselves. "If you need anything, there's an intercom pad by the door."
"I think we'll manage." John said. I could tell he really wanted to be alone. "Could you like take the rest of the night off or something?"
"I'll disappear, but I will be around if you need anything." Jeremy replied as he walked away and disappeared into the sound of acoustic guitars playing through the studio monitors.
"Jesus...Finally." John said as he reached into my robe, his cool hands touching my flesh. I felt shivers go down my spine as his lips touched mine and we engaged into a heart pounding, wet kiss. John untied my robe and brushed it off of my shoulders with his hands, the cool air caressing my skin. My heart rate started to accelerate, as I stood naked before my husband. John looked at me with hungry eyes and I him. I reached in for another kiss, our tongues probing each other's mouths. I disrobed him and let my fingers dance around on his flesh, from his chest down to his abdomen to his growing hardness.
John's hands squeezed my ass firmly as I massaged the head of his dick and rubbed down his shaft. We broke for a moment so we could step into the spa before we fucked on the wet concrete. John went in first and then I followed him in. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he wrapped his arms around my waist. He swung me around in the water and we both laughed like a couple of kids. I never thought in a million years that we would both feel so free. John set me down in the warm spa next to the refreshments that were laid out for us. He grabbed a couple of full glasses and handed one to me. "This calls for a special toast." We raised our glasses.
"To the most beautiful woman in the world who is now my wife and will soon be a mother to our baby. I love you."
Tears filled my eyes and I could hardly speak.
"I love you," I choked out. We drank down our cider and set our glasses down on the deck. John grabbed me by the arms and set me on his lap facing him, a knee on each side of his legs. We stared into each other's eyes for an eternity it seemed. John broke the trance as he placed his hand on my abdomen. I looked down also. I had just started to show a little a few weeks ago. His touch was powerful, almost god-like. I felt hot for him sitting this close to him. I would do anything he asked of me in this moment. My fingers ran through his hair as we sat there eye to eye...our lips barely touching, taking in one another's breath. John's hands snaked up my back, the water having a cooling effect in the evening air. Our lips met yet again, gently dancing over each other. I loved it when he kissed me like this; the intenseness behind it aroused everything in my being.
My fingers pulled his hair, wanting more from him. He broke from the kiss as his tongue licked down my neck to my chest and then back up again. I held my breath as he did it again, and then let out a vocal groan. He stuck his tongue back in my mouth, only this time it was more aggressive. John was the alpha dog at this point in time and I was going to let him take control. I braced my knees on the spa bench and erected my torso for him to get better access. His tongue raced down to my nipples, circling then biting. I arched my back, heaving my chest out to him. John's strong hands braced me as he devoured my flesh. The pounding in between my legs I could feel in my temples and even in this warm water I knew I was slippery wet. I wasn't sure how long I could keep it up without wanting him inside. I snaked my fingers down to John's nipple rings and played with them mercilessly. Our desire for each other was definitely intoxicating.
"John," I groaned as he kissed my neck up to my earlobe, "I want you." He put his tongue in my mouth again and we were fighting for control of the kiss. He was breathing fast and I could see the arteries in his neck pulsing quickly. I reached down with a free hand and played with his erection, massaging gently up and down. I reached further down to his balls and that got him. His head went back and his eyes closed. From that look alone I could not wait any longer. I mounted on him and slid him in slowly and I too was soon to be in my own world. I rode up and down slowly, feeling the head of his dick reaching the spot that could send me into a frenzy in no time.
"Oh God, John..."
"Don't fight it, Mon...We've got all night..." John whispered in his sexy voice.
I couldn't help it. I could never last long in this position with him, and I felt my climax reaching its limit. I quivered around him, screaming his name loud enough the neighbors blocks away could have heard me. My nails dug into the flesh on John's shoulders as I kept going with the rhythm. "Fuck me, John!" John increased the force of our joining and that was when I could really feel it. The orgasm climbed its K2 to the point of restricting oxygen to my brain and then it was the free fall to the end. I fell over John, catching my breath and trembling. I felt a little light headed and got out of the spa. "I'll be back in a minute." I felt the color flush from my face a little. I felt warmer than normal, too.
John looked up at me with concerned eyes. "Are you feeling alright, Mon?"
"I think I just need to use the restroom. I'll be back." I put on a robe and made my way back to the door to the house, the coolness of the air soothing to my skin.
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Doggett:
My head lay back basking in the heat and foam of the spa, my arms outspread along the porcelain rim. I could still feel Monica's presence even though she was back inside Roxanne's domain. The slow pulsing of the bubbles on my spent skin was soothing and I found myself in another realm. I wanted this night to be forever etched in my memory. The day had been the most wonderful day of my life. All those years of anguish over the loss of my son, my eventual first marriage break up and the relentless existence of pushing myself so hard in my profession to forget the pain, were finally at an end. Now was the time to put all that behind me, that was another me, an old chapter of the book of John Doggett. This was the new me and the new life I would never have believed could have existed, not in a million years.
My eyes briefly opened to see the night sky speckled with pinpoint lights. The only other light came from the few lit torches at the edge of the pool but they were dim enough to give me a clear view of each star's light. What was it about stargazing that was so mesmeric? The magical tinker of mellow flamenco guitars, the lyrical splashes of the waterfall, the gentle night breeze on my face, the slow pulsing of each star all combined to actually slow time. I could feel the seconds become minutes as my head lolled back drinking in this natural high.
"Mr. Doggett?" I was wakened out of my reverie by the sound of Jeremy's voice. He was holding out my bathrobe by the edge of the spa. "Your wife has requested your presence in the bedroom."
This all seemed so strange. Never before had I had someone like this directing my love life. I chuckled to myself as I slowly stood.
"She said she was coming back." The wave of dizziness as I got stepped over the edge, quickly subsided as I took the robe from Jeremy's hand and put it on, not being shy to hide my manhood. "Is she all right?"
"She's fine." The years as an investigator took over and I found myself searching his face for answers, instead he was looking me up and down with raised eyebrows.
"What?" I frowned.
"If I may say so your wife is a very lucky woman."
"How so?" My frown remained, wondering his intensions. I began walking to the door not seeing his expression as he followed behind.
"If I had a body like that I'd be fighting off the women." I turned, understanding overtaking my features.
"Are you flirting with me Jeremy?"
He just laughed and said, "No, I already have a partner and I think you know him." My mind raced over all the possibilities and settled on one.
"Really? I would never have known." Jeremy came round and opened the door for me and I stepped over the threshold. "And I needed to know this, why?"
"Roxanne is happy with it, I just thought that seeing you two may be staying here for a while you should be informed."
"Thank you Jeremy." I'm not sure if I wanted images like that implanted in my mind on my wedding night but I appreciated his frankness.
"If you need me I'll be a call away."
"I think we'll be fine Jeremy." I gave him a 'you don't need to tell me what to do in the bedroom' look and he grinned as he began to move away.
As I climbed the stairs to the bedroom I wondered why Monica hadn't returned as she'd said. Maybe she had become a little lightheaded from the heat. Perhaps it was from the exceptional sex we'd had in the spa. At that thought I felt a surge of energy that came out of nowhere. Tonight would be a night to remember. My body was ready for a night of indulgence.
On entering the room I found it empty of my lover.
"Monica?" It took a few moments before she responded.
"I'll be out soon." My angel's voice came from the ensuite bathroom.
"Okay." As I waited for her presence my eyes wandered over the vast dimensions of the room.
Everything Roxanne did was big. The ceiling high French doors that led to the balcony had been covered by sweeps of rich deep burgundy curtains. The walls were painted a soft rose with embedded lighting giving the room a fairytale like feel. There was a white marble open fireplace and mantel on one wall of the room above which was a gilt framed large mirror. On another wall, filling its entirety, was a trompe l'oeil painting of lush Roman gardens. I had to admit to myself that the ancient Roman theme to the mansion and the Italianate architecture was quite comforting and related a lot about the character of Roxanne. The ancient Romans were reported as hedonistic and free with their sexuality. They indulged themselves for entertainment and as part of their lifestyle. This directly related to Roxanne's ideals and her business.
Against another wall was the bed. It was a rosewood king size four-poster. The burgundy blankets were a little ruffled where Monica and myself had started our foreplay before Jeremy had interrupted us. I smiled as I walked over to the bed and smoothed over the soft surface. Monica had no idea the stamina I planned to display that night. My body was hot for her, making me anxious for her to reappear.
"Ready yet? " I moved over to the closed bathroom door and listened.
"Soon." What was she doing in there? Was she okay? She sounded all right.
Still waiting I looked over Roxanne's gold-framed paintings I recognised many as Botticelli's, the early Renaissance painter who liked to paint his naked woman on the chubby side. I wondered if they were originals or copies. When would Roxanne come back to all of this? What was she doing and would she indeed find Eric?
The opening of the bathroom door interrupted my thoughts. I turned to see the most beautiful and sexy sight I'd seen in a long time. My jaw dropped and my body went rigid just lapping up the beauty before me.
"John, you like?" Monica was beaming.
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Monica stood there before me in a black sheer number. She was naked underneath except for the hint of a black thong. I could just make out her shapely breasts and the dark area of her nipples below the elasticized off the shoulder neckline. The sleeves puffed out and were gathered with elastic at the cuffs. The hem ended over her upper thighs accentuating the lines of her long legs.
She'd tied her hair up loosely on top of her head and added some sexy dark makeup around her eyes and creamy pink lipstick that transformed her into a sex kitten.
By the smile I could tell she was pleased with my reaction. I didn't know what I looked like to her but my mouth was open like a hungry dog. The way I was feeling after the spa, the effect of the opulent surroundings together with the adorable vision before me made this all seem surreal.
"Monica, you're beautiful." I found myself growling out. "When did you get that?"
She moved up closer to me but when I went to feel her she put a hand out, pointing one finger and shook her head.
"No touching." She brushed past me making me breathe in her seductive scent and I felt the soft material sweep over my hand. Walking over to the sound system I turned, watching her gorgeous form as she bent over and switched it on. Immediately through the surround system came the gentle strains of what was clearly a love song. I wasn't sure how I should approach this, should I move in and make contact then or wait for her signals. This was certainly very intoxicating.
<< Can't get enough of you
When we oooo >>
Again she drifted past me and instinctively I held out a hand to feel her. All I wanted to do was feel her body through the sheer material, to rub my hands all over those breasts. She avoided my hand and with a sly smile went to the bed.
"I said no touching." Did she know how wild she was making me feel for her? "Undo your robe."
"What?" It took me a while to think. I undid the tie and let the robe hang open. She sat on the bed and stretched her arms above her head giving me a good look at her breasts through the dark fabric. The hem conveniently reached up to reveal a part of her black satin thong. As I began to move to her all she had to do was shake her head for me to stop in my tracks. I didn't want to put one foot wrong. This was the situation of my dreams, I would follow her ever instruction.
"Open it wider." Again it took me a few seconds to respond. "Now move to the end of the bed," she commanded.
<<A few warm thoughts
A stubble smile
Our conversation through silence
Could last all night>>
"Monica," I breathed. My face must have given a puppy dog expression because she laughed but didn't relent.
"Now kneel on the bed, I want to see how much you want me." My heart was thumping from the sheer eroticism of it all. I sat on my knees letting the flaps of the robe fall to the bed covers. She looked down and saw just how much I needed her. For a moment I looked down too, blinked slowly then gazed back lustfully at her body. I wanted to attack her on the bed, this was torture.
<<At ease my mind
To see your face
Those sexy eyes could calm
A heart of rage>>
"What do you want me to do?" My voice was whispers. She began moving her hands over her breasts moving them in circles and moaning.
"Just watch," she croaked as her hands moved lower down over mound and her fingers moved between her legs. She writhed and groaned as she gave herself pleasure through the satin. With one hand she reached inside her thong and I could see that the fingers were touching the parts that I should have been feeling.
"I don't know if I can, Monica please." Ignoring my pleas she hooked her thumbs in her thong and drew it down over her hips. Lifting her knees up she pulled it over her thighs giving me a view of what she had just pleasured.
<<You speak my name
I touch your <insert body part>
The chemistry only true love could understand>>
The suggestive lyrics of the song mostly washed over me but left a subconscious impression of yearning. She flicked her thong to the floor then continued with both hands to masturbate in front of me. Her knees wide apart I saw everything, her wetness, the pink of her delicious center, all I wanted to do was taste her.
"John, put you tongue back in." I hadn't understood I was drooling. With my robe sleeve I wiped my chin and continued to imagine my tongue on her clit. It was all too much to bear.
"Mon - i - ca." I begged.
"Touch yourself John."
"What?"
"Pretend you are inside me. Feel yourself for me." I had never done that before in front of a woman but the way I was feeling I had to either attack her and ruin the mood or take the situation into my own hands. My hand encircled my rigid hard on and my heart almost palpitated as I felt the contact.
<<Such passionate love that we make
In time our bodies are one>>
The pressure in my neck matched the force inside my erection. I had to be careful not to give myself too much pleasure or the moment would be gone. I saw her reach over to the bedside table. I hadn't even noticed the bowl of fresh fruit that sat in a large bowl there. The lighting in the room was mottled, blocking out some parts. She plucked a strawberry and pressed it to her lips and sucked on it suggestively then ate it. I had to stop my hand and take enough deep breaths to calm myself or I would shoot out over the bed. Reaching for another she licked it intentionally showing me the tongue I so wanted to suck on.
Another song began to play that was even slower, softer and even more suggestive than the one before. I would have to ask Monica who the artist was.
<<On this rainy night
As your hands move slowly
Up my thighs
You taste the honey>>
Her strawberry clad hand moved down and drew circles around her nipples through the black fabric. I knew then the destination of this fruit and needed a few more deep breaths to calm myself.
"Keep going John, this is so sexy." Her words came out almost garbled. "If you want me, do everything I say." My hand complied applying a little more speed. She groaned as she watched me and then ran the red fruit over her pink flesh between her legs. I could almost see the steam as the coolness contacted the fire of her center. Then she slipped the soft fruit inside her and moaned loudly. I wanted that fruit to be me.
<<They begin to pour it slowly
Wherever you desire
I feel you play with my body this way
Makes me say, Ooh Baby, Ooh Baby>>
After a few thrusts she extracted it and staring into my delirious eyes slowly moved it to her lips and her tongue ran circles around it and then it was in her mouth. I was about to come on the spot from the fact of my wife tasting her own juices. My mind was convulsing with the thought of the sweet taste combination of Monica and the juice of the fruit.
"Monica, don't do this too me." I let go of myself and began to move halfway up the bed.
"That's far enough." She commanded.
"You are killing me here." Her devilish smile told me she loved the control. She reached for another strawberry and did the same, teasing her clit and pushing it inside her opening. I edged closer; this had gone on long enough. The mood had been created, how could she refuse my touch now.
<<You whisper words
Your fantasies in my ear
You know this I like
Just tell me how
When and where you want me
And I'll be there >>
I moved up the bed towards her tantalizing body and touched the hand that held the strawberry. At that time I felt her relinquish control and give in to my needs, to make love to her with all the energy that had built up inside me. On the way down to the fruit I saw her neck flushed and her cheeks pink. This was always such a turn on for me. The fact of her wanting me so badly was still so new in my life. I licked the fingers that pressed the fruit inside her and she held them out for me to suck each one. When they were clean she moved her hand away and let my tongue and mouth do the rest of the work. She tasted even sweeter than the last time I did this. I devoured her, licking, sucking, all the way between her legs. I sucked the strawberry out of her and felt the combined juices on my tongue and then slip down my throat.
Her fingers through my hair began to pull and I knew I was hitting the right spots. My hands moved under the black material and fingered her hipbones as I ran careful strokes from her anus to her clit.
<<When you're holding me
When you're loving me
When you're fucking me.>>
I heard those last song words and Monica must have reacted too because it put her over the edge. The low rumbles from her chest and the tighter pull on my hair were manifestations of the surge of fluid that was gushing into my mouth indicating her orgasm. I left my lips on her and slid my eyes closed feeling the ebbing vibrations. I felt proud I could make her come this way. In my past sexual experiences before Monica, there were not many women who would let me do this.
"Oh John." She paused, catching her breath. "You are sooo good at that." I grinned widely and took off the robe I'd been wearing all this time and saw her eyeing my body. "I'm never going to get tired of looking at you."
"Never? Even when I'm old and gray?"
"Never John." She smiled as her hands ran over my chest then down to my abdomen, her eyes following her every movement. I moved up closer and her hands held onto my erection that needed release very soon. It wanted to find satisfaction deep inside her. "You've never done that before have you." She moved her hands up and down the shaft reminding me what my hands had done early, on her request.
"It's not something I would think of doing in front of anyone."
"I found it very erotic." I leaned in smiling and took the tie from her head and ran my fingers through her dark, silky hair then down her cheeks and ran a finger along her lips.
With my left hand I reached for another strawberry and put one end between my lips and moved in to kiss her. Our mouths met and sucked away firstly at the soft fruity flesh and then our own hungry lips. My hard on flicked over her clit and her breathing began increasing and I knew she was ready for another round. Kissing my way to her ear I breathed,
"I'm going to make you come again Monica Doggett."
"All right." My hands moved down over the fabric of her sexy see-through sleep shirt to the hem and I lifted it over her head leaving us both very bare. I instinctively went for her breasts as my dick inched its way inside her. Her hands rested on my butt and pulled me into her making me push in forcefully. My cock was finally deep inside her and I left it embedded there until she begged me to fuck her. Her hips wriggled for fathomless penetration and I began to drive in and out. The vision before me was only of my dreams. My eyes slid closed just letting me feel the situation. Monica moved up so that she was sitting on me.
Her breath was hot on my face in between kisses and thrusts. My fingers feathered down her back to her butt and then back up as I hard-pressed into her with force. There was a new song that was even more evocative than the previous two. The female singer was singing about exactly what we were doing now, fucking each other senseless; sucking, licking, caressing, playing, tasting, pleasing, teasing, riding. Monica was also bouncing and by her increased movements and her more forceful kisses and the scratches down my back I knew she would come again soon. The pressure was at boiling point and I grunted as I let it all out deep inside her. This was the most pleasurable experience of a lifetime. Being linked physically and emotional to the love of my life and sharing each other was the most profound feeling I'd had in a very long time. I drained out everything I had into her faultless body leaving me shaking uncontrollably.
My wife didn't stop but kept going stronger, helping herself towards ecstasy. Her 'oohs', 'aahs' and 'babies' in my ear became louder until they stopped and I felt her quiver and throb on me down below. She blew into my ear as she rode out her liberation. After a few minutes keeping our bodies as one we began to move reluctantly apart. She looked into my face, smiled and gave me a long kiss on the lips, which I melted into.
"John, you are the best fucker. Why didn't we do this years ago?" My lips curled into a smile.
"There was a little problem of my marriage at the time."
"You don't know how much I wanted you then."
"Oh, you didn't tell me that." I was certainly surprised by that novel statement.
"You had enough to concern you, with your failing marriage and your son's death without complicating things further." I had to admit that if we'd had a sexual relationship then we both would have probably regretted it.
"Yes, you're right Monica, it would have not been a good time." I hugged her again tightly.
"I have you now and that's all that matters."
At those words I immediately thought of Roxanne and that she'd be half way to Australia by then. I hoped she'd find happiness too. I was sure we would find out but in the meantime Monica would look after the business with the help of Candy and Rocky and I would continue my job at the Bellagio until her return.
I looked into my new wife's serene face and was reminded of the question I'd asked her that morning that she hadn't answered.
"Monica, do you have any regrets, about us? About all this?" My eyes circled the room then looked down to her expanding abdomen.
She paused a moment thinking.
"No regrets sexy man. We've done the right thing, all the way along. I wouldn't change anything."
"What about the adult movies? They may come back to haunt us." My hand felt gently over her growing belly.
"We'll let our child know about them when he or she is old enough to understand that it all helped to save the world."
"That's a bit dramatic Mon, save the world?"
She chortled. "We seem safe for now, our actions helped bide time until the powers that be can find out more about December 22, 2012. It's all been worth it." Monica fingered the wedding and engagement rings. "I know we will win."
"You do?" The backs of my fingers touched her cheek admiring the beauty of this woman I had just made love to and was still joined with me, flesh to flesh.
"Yes, I can sense it all John. We have some good friends who have the same agenda as us. I have faith in them all. We owe it to our child to win this fight, to keep fighting the future."
I moved the blankets so we could both lie underneath. Only separating for a few moments we were once again close under the covers.
"John?" She spoke quietly into my shoulder. "You know what I feel like?"
"Not pickles and ice-cream again." I laughed.
"No." She kissed my chest and I could feel her smile.
"What then?"
"Let's watch a movie."
"Okay, what would you like to see?" Again I felt a smile on my shoulder and began to see what she meant. "We never did get to watch ourselves in action."
"You mean...? Really?"
"I'm not going to let you sleep until we watch us at it. Aren't you a little bit curious about all the attraction?" I had to admit I had wondered why we'd received so much attention.
"Okay then." She smiled at me seductively as I went for the intercom to contact Jeremy.
(For Monica's sexy night attire click here. It's the one labeled Romantic Sleepshirt.)
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Chapter Forty-Four
Roxanne:
Once I landed in Melbourne I could feel the bruising on my left hip from the concrete in Vegas. I reminded myself to kick John in the ass when I got back for cutting me off like that. I'd rather get a road rash than a deep bruise like that. Once I got through customs without a body cavity search, I headed for the lobby. I put my jacket on as I walked and found a short, chubby man holding a sign with my name on it. I walked up to him. "You lookin' for me?" I asked.
"Not me, mate. Someone else." He walked away and I followed him outside to a cab. I looked around to see if I had any company that happened to follow me over here, but didn't see anything. It would amaze me if I did indeed get out of the United States without them knowing where it was I went. I got into the cab with the stranger and drove us out of the airport. My hip started to throb immensely to the point of bringing tears to my eyes. The cool air blowing into the car soothed the throbbing a little, at least getting my mind off of it. I paid no attention to where we were actually going. I figured if Eric wanted to see me he had the winning cards in hand and I had to play along to insure his safety. I rubbed my sore leg and dozed off momentarily until the car came to a stop.
"Where are we?" I asked the driver.
"We're at Southgate ma'am."
"Southgate?"
"It's a city mall by the Yarra River. Just following instructions."
"Whose instructions?" He just shook his head and I knew he was probably paid to bring me here, not to answer my questions.
I looked out the window and up at the tall buildings surrounding us. Realizing my confusion the cab driver spoke and pointed,
"Go towards the river, turn right and you'll see the way to the food hall."
I got out of the car and the cab sped away. I limped my way through the coolness of the air and found my way to the food hall after asking directions from two groups of people. I looked around to see if I could find Eric, but nothing. A payphone started ringing next to me. I looked around again but saw no one I knew. I was a stranger in a strange land. The damned phone kept ringing annoyingly, so I walked over and picked it up.
"Hello?"
"If you want to meet there is a yellow CBR600F4 in the back parking lot. Directions to this location are locked in the storage case under the seat. In your inside coat pocket there is a key to this machine." The phone went dead. It didn't sound like Eric at all and it made me wonder if this whole thing was just a hoax. I searched my inside jacket pocket for the key and it was there. How I missed it the first time is beyond my comprehension, but I was in a rush to catch a plane.
I made my way to the yellow motorcycle out back like I was instructed. The last thing I really wanted was to throw my leg over another one of these things. The pain in my hip was approaching unbearable. I unlocked the seat and raised it up. Inside the storage box there was a sheet of paper with instructions to my next destination and some local currency. It gave me the choice of taking the motorcycle or public transportation to get where I needed to go. There was a hand drawn map on the paper. I looked it over as I locked the seat back down to the bike and unlatched the helmet. Looking at the map it would take me about five minutes to get to where I needed to go. I put the key into the ignition of the CBR and turned it over. I put the helmet on and laced the strap through the double D-rings snugly. I slowly swung my sore leg over the machine, kicking the side stand up. I put it into first gear and slowly made my way out into the foreign land.
Not only was I out of my surroundings, I had to ride on the wrong side of the street compared to home. I had forgotten that little bit of information when I left the mall when I was on the right side of the street instead of the left. I made my way along Flinders Street as I was instructed until I reached Powlett Street. I made the turn painfully; nearly dropping the bike as I had it leaned over. I found the ten-story apartment building and parked the yellow motorcycle out in front. I cut the ignition and kicked the side stand down, leaving the helmet on the clip-on handlebar. I walked up to the sliding glass doors and noticed a panel to buzz the different apartments. I punched in the number that was on the sheet from the mall. There was no greeting, just a buzz and the sliding doors opening for me. I proceeded with caution as I limped into the marble lobby. The fatigue from my injury and being awake for so long was catching up with me. Behind me there were a set of elevators and one of them opened. I had this feeling I was being watched every step of the way. I stepped inside and punched in the seventh floor.
The elevator went up and a few seconds later I was on the seventh floor. The place was kind of ritzy for someone like Eric, but since I had my suspicions he could be the only one who could have stolen a good chunk of money from me he could afford it once he got established. John was right about him-he was a sneaky bastard. That was, of course, if he truly took the money. I was hoping I could have an answer to that in a few minutes. I found the apartment and rapped on the door. No answer. Someone had to be in there to buzz me. I knocked again. Still nothing. I twisted the doorknob and the door opened slowly before me. The place was furnished modernly with a view of the Melbourne Cricket Ground.
Gray carpeting, glass tables with rod iron chairs that would normally be found at some cappuccino bar someplace. There was a leather sofa against the wall with pictures of Monet above it. Was I in the right place? My body ached until I heard the door slam behind me. I jumped a little but froze in my place. I was not alone. I held my breath as I slowly turned around to see who was behind me. Standing there with a smart-ass grin on his face and his hands in his pockets was Eric. For a split second I thought I was going to pass out. I felt my body sway but I held myself upright. It was HIM. I stood there speechless with an equal look of amazement on my face. "Is it you?" I whispered. His hair was short and spiked and platinum blonde against his olive skin.
"What's the matter, Roxy? You look like you just saw a ghost." Eric chuckled.
"That's because you are." I choked out under my breath.
Eric walked up to me and took my hands in his. He put his forehead to mine. "No, babe. I'm very real." He let his breath out onto my neck, sending shivers throughout my body. I nuzzled into him as he did that and he began to plant soft kisses along my neck. My mind began to whirl itself into a hurricane from the concentration of my arousal. "I missed you so much." His breathing was short and fast. My arousal was on the rise until I remembered my life the past three months without him. I went from being aroused to pissed off. With my free hand I punched him in the balls. Eric let out a gasp in pain as he bent over, holding his nuts in his hands. His face turned red as the pain escalated.
"You missed me so much you decided to take my money and run?" I yelled at him.
"Roxy, let me explain..." Eric gasped out. Instead of letting him tell me another wild story, I clenched my fist and right hooked him across the cheekbone, sending him to the floor.
"You son of a bitch...I should have known you'd tap into my account. All you had to do was ask me. Then you fucking disappear on me for three and a half months!" I grabbed the front of his black sweatshirt and pulled him up, slamming him against the wall.
"Roxy, it was a back up plan I was hoping I didn't have to use. I did what I had to because I knew they would be watching you. I didn't want them to hurt you the way I have seen them hurt other people to get their answers."
I wasn't hearing him. I swung again, hitting him in the mouth and splitting his lip. I was furious with him for everything: breaking my heart, ditching me, and taking twenty thousand dollars. I started to take another swing, but he caught it and swung me around, twisting my arm behind my back and pinning me face first into the wall.
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Eric:
I understood Roxanne's frustrations. I think I would be equally pissed off if not more. I let her take her swings at me until she drew blood and it was time to quell her urges to kill me. I grabbed her wrist and twisted her arm with her body around and pushed her into the wall. I still had her arm twisted around behind her back, my balls throbbing from her blow to them. I rested my full weight against her to ensure that she did not move. Even though she had unprecedented anger toward me, I knew she wanted more. I loved this woman. I wanted her and having her pinned in front of me and vulnerable made me hot for her. In the times before, she was always the dominant one. It was my turn and she was going to deal with it if it killed her.
This was my place, not her mansion in Las Vegas where she was accustomed to calling the shots. I could taste the blood from my cut lip and I wiped it away on my shirtsleeve. I still held a firm grip on her wrist as I adjusted myself to the stinging pain. I took in the scent of her hair as I undid her ponytail, allowing her hair to grace the rest of her body. She was still breathing fast like an angry bull. With my free hand I lifted her shirt up a little to feel her flesh. It was warm and soft like I remembered. She still had a firm body and I began to get flashbacks of how that body looked naked hovering over me.
I loosened my grip on her wrist a little as I went in and started to kiss her neck once more. She swung her arm around to the front of her, but I kept my weight pressed against her. With my fingers I drew back her jacket and let off of her enough to remove it. I lifted her shirt up next. "Put your arms above your head and place your hands on the wall." I whispered into her ear.
"You gonna rape me now, Eric?" Roxanne's voice still had a tinge of anger in it.
"Can't rape the willing, my dear." I responded back to her. She did as I said and the shirt came off and onto the floor. I stood back from her a little and placed my hands on her waist, feeling her skin. I squeezed gently and then allowed my fingers to roam her flesh as I kissed her shoulders.
My tongue graced her spine down to the rim of her jeans and back up to her neck. My hands wandered to the front of her and felt her pierced nipples through her bra. I undid the front clasp and Roxy took it off the rest of the way. She wrapped her arms back around my neck and our lips finally met in the heat of the moment. My hands rested on her stomach and massaged the muscles as our tongues fought for control. I spun her around to face me and she pulled me into her.
Her hands pulled my sweatshirt up and I broke off from the kiss long enough to rid myself of it. I grabbed her ass and pulled her back into me, kissing ferociously in tongues. I started to unbutton her jeans and her hands met mine and helped. I kissed down her neck to her collarbone, then licked around each nipple and down to her pierced naval.
With my fingers I grabbed her jeans and her thong and pulled them down to her ankles simultaneously. She took off her boots and kicked them away, allowing me to pull her clothes off the rest of the way. She was breathing hard now and so was I. My dick was throbbing from pain and pleasure.
I wanted to take her and fuck her against the wall but I wanted to lavish in this pleasurable sin first. I nibbled on the insides of her thighs as I made my way up to her neatly shaved pubic area. She smelled so sweet; how I missed her taste. I licked over the radiant pink flesh, causing her to groan loudly. Her fingers combed through my hair as I tasted her sweetness. It was hot like magma but melted into my mouth as I tongued her slowly. Her legs tensed up on each side of me and I massaged them with my fingers as I worked her.
I could hear my name in vocal groans until I stopped. I licked up past her naval again and went to her hardened nipples. I suckled on each one, biting and pulling the rings on both. I kissed up her neck and back to her lips where her mouth was open for invitation. We kissed deeply for an eternity it seemed. I could feel her hands rub down my chest and she unbuttoned my jeans. My hard on was dying to be freed. She pulled them down with my boxers and they both fell to my ankles. It was relieving in a certain way as I let out a deep breath. Roxanne kissed down my chest, making circles around my hardened nipples, biting them hard. The pain fueled my internal fire as she kissed and nibbled down my stomach to my swollen manhood.
She was on her knees now as she took me into her mouth. I felt my whole body stiffen like a two by four as she deep throated me and massaged my balls. My fingers caressed her hair, keeping it out of her way as she could do her work to me. I moaned her name in ecstasy. It was a feeling that I had only found in dreams when I used to fantasize about Monica at the Bureau. Roxy licked around the head of my dick and then down the shaft like she was eating a candy cane. My legs began to cramp up from the excitement of the moment. I gently pulled her up to me by the arm. I put my hands on her ass and lifted her up, swinging her around to the bar-style counter behind me. I slipped a little as I set her down and she hit her hip.
"Son of a bitch!" Roxanne cried out.
I didn't think that I had hurt her that bad. "What's the matter?"
She looked at her left hip and it was then I noticed the large bruise on her thigh and hip. "How'd you do this?"
"Well, it my adventure to come see you I was chased around the city by the FBI. I laid my bike down when I was cut off in a parking structure. With two thousand dollars worth of leather on, concrete still hurts."
It did look painful. I kissed her wound gently with my lips, trying not to apply any pressure to it. I licked the inside of her thigh and moved back to the wetness in between her legs. She jumped a little, but let her legs tensely rest on my shoulders. My loins were on overload at this point. I wanted to enter her so badly but I was waiting for her to beg me for it.
"Eric..." she gasped, "I need you inside..."
"Not yet," I whispered, slurping up her juices.
Her hips were gyrating on my mouth and I could tell she wanted to come soon. Hell, I was ready to come soon just from stimulating her. I kissed up her thighs and around on her stomach some more, nibbling here and there. I tugged on her belly ring and then down on her clit ring. "Please, Eric," she begged. "Now..."
"Arms around my neck, Roxy." I commanded. She complied and I lifted her off of the counter. I spun us around to our original area and she let go of me. "Now turn around and place your hands on the wall." She did just that, but her body was too close to the wall. "I'm gonna pull your body out like this..." I pulled her hips back and she stepped back until she was completely bent over. I remember having to search guys in this vulnerable position to keep them from being able to retaliate against me. I always wanted to do this with a woman, but never found the right girl that liked it that way. Roxanne's fine ass reared itself to me and I was ready to go in for the kill. I kept my hands on her hips as I gently entered her from behind. I could hear her nails claw the wall as I slid in and out slowly. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. I firmed up my grip and drove into her with more force and she seemed to like it.
"Oh fuck! Eric!" she cried out. For minutes we stood there joined like that, pushing and pulling. It almost felt like a dream until I could feel my knees wanting to blow out. I pulled out of her and helped her up. I lead her to my bedroom and onto the large bed where she opened herself up for more. I helped her scoot up toward the head of the bed and then lay myself on top of her. Her skin on mine was magical. Her fingers danced down my back, scratching lightly at first and harder as I entered her once more. Her legs wrapped around my body and squeezed as our mouths met in a frenzy of the sensations we were giving each other. I tasted her breath as we kissed long and slow; our body heat was smoldering and sweaty.
The smell of her sex filled the room as our bodies stayed in rhythm of the union. God, I didn't want to let go of the moment. I flipped us over where she was on top of me. Our eyes met and a million messages were sent without saying a word. Roxanne bent her knees to each side of me and began to bounce on my hard cock. I was definitely hitting a good spot here. She started growling and groaning. Her hair stuck to her sweaty body and the sight of it all was about to make me let loose inside of her. My hands roamed up to her nipple rings, fingering them enough to put her over the edge.
"Come for me, Roxanne. Come on..." I leaned up and whispered to her, kissing her neck.
"Oh...oh God!" she yelled out.
I fingered her clit ring lightly and I started to feel pulsing around me. She was coming, and coming hard. She screamed at the top of her lungs and her come was oozing out all over me. I had never before seen her or any other woman I have slept with come that much. She kept quivering as she moved up and down on me. Seconds later she fell over me, spent.
We were both breathing hard and fast but I still wasn't done with her. She slid off of me and lay next to me, her hands slithering up and down my chest.
"Roll over to your stomach." I told her. She complied and went to all fours. That was perfect. There was so much come on me still I did not need to get anything else to do the job. I slid the head of my dick into her anal opening slowly. I could feel her tense up around me. "Relax," I whispered as I rubbed her thigh with my free hand. She loosened up and I pushed into her the rest of the way. She was so tight it felt like heaven to me. I let out a pleasurable gasp as I pushed and pulled from her with my hands on her hips. I had never done this to anyone before and I realized what I had been missing all of my life. I pushed into her harder and harder until I felt my cock swell in her cavity.
"Mother..FUCKER!" I shouted as I let go uncontrollably. I emptied everything I possibly had at the time into her ass and I couldn't catch my breath. The release in pressure made me light headed as I slowly pulled away from her and onto my back. The room seemed to spin as I laid there, drops of sweat rolling off of my body onto the sheets. My lover nestled up next to me with a hand on my chest and we both dozed off into sleep.
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Roxanne:
I had never fucked any man like that and felt loving passion behind it. It was effortless falling to sleep afterwards because I knew he'd be around when I woke up. Having him near me made me melt down to nothing; I didn't care how vulnerable I looked to him. I knew I was in love with him like no one else I have met before. The smell of him in the full bloom of things I remembered so well; it was even more vivid here with him. I was so used to being in control when it came to men and women alike, but I loved his control over me. I was here with him in the here and now...but what happened from here was a very big uncertainty for me.
I woke up to the sound of a shower running. I sat up in the bed and brushed the burgundy sheets away to the foot of the bed. I looked around the room and saw steam pouring from the bathroom. I slowly got out of bed and stretched my legs. My hip still hurt and my ass did as well from Eric's anal fuck-fantasy. I crept into the bathroom and I saw Eric's gorgeous body in the shower through the shower door. The water bounced off of his muscles beautifully. I hadn't realized that I was nearly salivating all over myself just looking at him. In that moment of admiration I felt a hint of guilt creeping up on me. I knew we had to talk about our future. About my future. I couldn't just leave my business behind in the United States and sooner or later the law may catch up with Eric. I was not sure that I could live my life hiding all of the time.
I opened the shower door and stepped into the hot shower with Eric. He turned and faced me, smiling gorgeously. He bent down and kissed me softly, water running down his body as he placed his hands on my waist. I melted at his touch and wanted to live in this moment forever. I chilled from the droplets of water hitting my body and Eric spun me around so that I could share in the warmth of the water. My hair and body were drenched in a matter of seconds. I wrapped my arms around Eric's neck and we held each other as the steamy hot water ran down both of our bodies. I nuzzled his cheek looking for some affection. Eric bent down and we kissed again, only it was more open-mouthed and stimulating to the body and soul. I ran my fingers through his short hair as the kiss intensified. Eric's fingers began wandering up and down my back, massaging as they went. I could feel all of the blood flow go downtown as I felt him hardening in between us. It never did take much for men to be ready. We broke off the kiss for a moment, standing just far enough to see into each other's eyes.
"You're so beautiful..." Eric whispered. "God, I've missed you, babe." Eric came in for another kiss but I pulled away a little. "What's wrong?"
"Eric, we need to talk." I said seriously. He almost could read into my thoughts from that statement. He nodded in confirmation before speaking again.
"I know, Roxy. I know. Let's just enjoy each other while we have the time." Eric's hands massaged my low back as he came down for another hot kiss. I tasted his breath as my mouth took his tongue in its lust-filled rage. He worked his way down to my neck, biting and licking. I was close to hyperventilating as I clawed at his back, feeling flesh under my fingernails.
"Suck me, Eric..." I groaned. He complied going down to my nipple rings making circles with his tongue and pulling on them with his teeth. I had to lean against the shower wall because I felt my legs going weak quick. Eric kissed down between my breasts to my naval ring and ran circles around it with his tongue.
My legs were stiff and my knees locked as he went down further, tugging at my clit ring. As soon as he did that I felt myself get lightheaded. I rested my hands on his shoulders as he began to suck on my hardened clit and taste me. He looked up at me with those green eyes full of desire and I nearly came on the spot. I could feel tiny cool droplets of water hit my body from the shower and drip off of my hard nipples as Eric was tonguing me in a steady motion. My chest heaved as I approached a heightening climax. My mind clouded in my lust for him, nearly forgetting that my time with him would be limited. I wanted him, though. I wanted him again and again even if it put me in a hospital.
"Eric, stand up..." I ordered. He stopped what he was doing and did what I told him to. We entwined in another open mouth kiss, and I could taste my juices in his mouth. His cock was rock hard and I began to massage it with my hands. I felt his breath bounce off of my cheek as I stimulated the head of his dick with my fingertips. I kissed down his neck, biting and tasting his flesh as I went. I nibbled on his pectoral muscles, biting harder as the intenseness of my massage increased. I knelt down, kissing his firm stomach as I got down on my knees. I noticed the scar on his leg from the gunshot wounds in Las Vegas and the suture marks that were left behind. I kissed his scar and licked it, sending a wave a shivers through his body.
I moved over to his erection and lightly grazed it with my teeth. Eric threw his head back for a moment and then looked down at me anxiously waiting for more. I deep throated him into my mouth and I felt his whole body go rigid. His stomach muscles were all pumped and his fingers were wrapped tightly in my hair. The more I went up and down on him, his hips followed in harmony. I moved down to his balls, gently cupping them in my hand as I sucked on them. Throaty moans growled from Eric as I did that. The fact I could pleasure anyone to this extent excited me indefinitely. It was so much different when the person is the right person to be with. As I continued my tongue massage on his balls, Eric started to stroke himself with one hand. His breathing was short and fast and we were starting to produce more steam than the shower water.
"I can't take this anymore," he groaned. "I need to be in you..." He pulled me up to my feet and kissed me aggressively. The throbbing in between my legs needed to go the next step as well. I climbed up his body, wrapping my legs around his waist. His arms went underneath to support me and he leaned us up against the shower wall. I put his swollen cock inside of me and we both melted into each other. He thrust in and out, controlling himself as he watched my eyes. "You are such a fucking goddess, Roxy..." he whispered to me. If this was his idea of worship, I liked it very much.
I could feel myself coming. "Harder, Eric..." I moaned. He pushed into me harder and harder as I felt myself clamp down around his hardness. "Oh my God...yeah baby...yeah..just like that..."
My moans went to screams as the orgasm got stronger. I dug my fingernails into his back as much as I could and he encouraged more. Eric started to release into me as my orgasm was subsiding. I felt everything fading to black as my release came to an end and I went limp into Eric's arms.
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I don't know how long I stayed out, but when I woke up I was back on the bed. My hair was damp and I felt clean. I was laying on my right side and I had an ice pack on my bruised hip. I looked up into Eric's emerald eyes and smiled because what I had just experienced was no fantasy. We still needed to talk about what was going to happen from this point and my smile disappeared.
"Talk to me." Eric said softly as he kissed my forehead. "I know you have something on your mind."
"I was a little..distracted." I replied.
"Oh really? I wonder who did that?" Eric kissed my neck.
"Someone who is really good at fucking me until I pass out..." I giggled. I had to get serious on this. "Eric, about us-"
"I know. I thought about that before sending you the plane ticket. I just had to see you." His hand caressed my cheek. "I am so in love with you, Roxanne. I didn't want you to be stuck with this memory that I was killed in that explosion. I wanted you to have better memories of me here, whether you stay a day or several weeks."
"Eric, why don't you come back with me? Face the music? I have got some of the best lawyers and they could plea-bargain some of the charges so you wouldn't spend the rest of your life in prison." I almost sounded desperate by saying that.
"Roxy, I would do that, but the FBI has it in for me. They will want to try me as a terrorist and terrorists usually get the death penalty." He looked into my eyes and saw my eagerness for him to come home with me. "I can't. At least, not yet."
"Eric, I can't stay here forever. I can't hold out forever waiting for you to make a decision. I have to go on with my life sooner or later. I have a successful business I have to run back home." I stated firmly.
"Roxanne, I understand. It hurts, but I understand. If you can't stay here forever with me, can you at least stay a few months?" Eric ran a finger down my cheek. "Please?"
My eyes relented to his request. I just hoped that my business wouldn't go to the shitter while I was gone. "Okay, Eric...but I want to be back in the States when Monica has her baby. Deal?"
Eric smiled. "Deal." He looked down and I could tell that he wanted to be there, too. "Just promise me we'll have the most erotic time of our lives while you're here."
I looked at him. "I don't have to promise you shit. It's a given you'll have the most erotic time of your life. I make those types of movies for a living and believe me you learn stuff from watching some of those people." I chuckled as I placed my lips on his and we engaged in another round of erotica. What he had been doing and where he had been would all be answered in time.
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Epilogue: Five months later
Reyes:
It was early afternoon as I heard a knocking at the front door of Roxanne's estate. I figured if it were someone important Dave or Jeremy would have called ahead to make sure it was all right. Things at her place had been quite busy since her departure, and not knowing when she would return I had to make sure things held together so her business would not go under. It wasn't so much stressful as it was tiresome, but either way it had been keeping me busy while John was at the Bellagio. As I walked down the hall to the front door, I felt a sharp pain in my abdomen and I stopped dead in my tracks.
The baby had been quite active in the months prior, the lack of sleep from it kicking me in the ribcage was catching up, and the shooting pain down the side of my leg was at the top of my list of things I could live without. I put my hand on my stomach and rubbed in small circles to help the pain go away as I breathed deep breaths. I wasn't due for another two weeks and I was told that I could be having Braxton-Hicks contractions where my stomach tightens and then relaxes like true labor. The pain went away and I continued for the door. I opened it to see my former boss in the entrance looking slim and fit as when she left five months ago.
"Roxanne!" I said excitedly as I put my arms around her and gave her a big hug. My huge appendage in front of me made it an awkward hug, but I couldn't help the fact that I was very happy to see her after five months. I wanted to ask her where she went so badly, but I figured she would tell me herself eventually. My body language demonstrated how anxious I was to find out and the look I got back from her she could see that. I wouldn't be human if I didn't feel that way. Eric was a dear friend to me and I was concerned for him if he was in fact alive. "Where have you been?"
Roxanne returned the gesture. "Monica, you look great!" She stepped back and put her hand on my swollen stomach. "Do you guys know what you're having yet?" Her voice echoed excitement as she felt my abdomen. She eyed me up and down and then sighed. "Where have I been...well...I went to Club Erotica." She bent down to whisper in my ear. "In Australia."
"So he's alive?" I whispered back. I needed confirmation. She nodded and showed a grin that told me he was very much alive and had shown her just how much every day and night she was with him.
"More later." She continued to whisper then in a louder voice she changed the topic.
"So, again, do you know what you're having?"
I shook my head. "No. We wanted it to be a surprise. John knew what he was having when his son was born and he wanted this one to be different." I noticed Roxanne didn't have any luggage with her, but then again she left without it as well.
We both stepped inside and I closed the door. "Jeremy will be happy that you're back. I think a lot of people will be happy." We walked into the lounge area and sat down on the large leather sofa. I wanted to desperately ask her about her trip and if he had seen Eric. We exchanged looks and I could see that she wanted to tell me. "Roxanne, I wanted to ask you-"
Roxanne rose up her hand to stop me. "Hang on a second." She got up and turned on the stereo and left the volume at a level to where we could both hear each other. "I am concerned that my friends in the FBI are still watching and listening." She sat down right next to me and put her arm over my shoulders. "He's doing well." She whispered to me as she winked. In her mischievous grin I could tell that woman has been ridden hard for the last five months and enjoyed every minute of it. How she got back into the country without getting arrested I am sure she took care of with her dream team of lawyers. She stood up again and stretched her limbs. "Fucking twenty hours of flight time...I should go and get some sleep but I think I better go and scare the piss out of my accounting staff to let them know the bitch is back." We both laughed, but as she started out of the room I felt the pain come back into my stomach. I groaned in pain as I held my hand on my belly and started my breathing exercises again. Roxanne came over and knelt down in front of me, putting her hand on mine. "Monica, are you alright?"
"I...I'm not sure. It's been like this all morning." I said softly.
"Are you in labor?" Roxanne asked.
It almost felt like a really bad menstrual cramp, but I wasn't about to tell her that colorful description. "I think I am having a contraction..." As I mumbled those words out I remembered being in Georgia with Scully hearing those exact same words. I kept taking deep breaths to get through the pain, but no matter what I did I could not find comfort.
"You're in labor, dear." Roxanne stated. "Do you have a bag packed for the hospital?"
I felt dizzy as the pain was peaking. "Yeah..John has it....in the Excursion. He took it to work with him."
"Have you timed these things? I don't want to take you in too early in case John wants to take you himself...guys are funny about that shit for some reason."
"About every twenty minutes or so....but getting closer together I suppose...I have been busy this morning walking to and from the business building." The pain started to die down a little and I relaxed into the back of the chair.
"Walking will help you induce labor. Do you want me to call John?" Roxanne looked back at the phone that was hanging on the wall.
I shook my head. "Not yet. I don't want him to leave work until he really has to."
Roxanne nodded as she stood up and headed for the wet bar, grabbing a can of Red Bull and drinking it down. I sat back into the couch, relaxed for the time being. It was only a few minutes and the pain came back again. I held my stomach as my eyes squeezed shut to bear the sharp pain. I felt Roxanne sit down next to me and she put her hand on my back, lightly massaging with her fingertips.
"Another one?" She asked. I nodded. "Okay, I am going to get the Mercedes. Don't go anywhere..." She got up and headed out back where her garage full of adult toys were stored. I took in several deep breaths as the pain seemed to last longer and was more intense than before. I was in denial about being in labor, but it became more and more real to me as I bore it out on the couch. I heard the front door slam and moments later I felt Roxanne's hand on my shoulder. I opened my eyes and she helped me up off of the couch onto my feet. The pain faded away as we both walked toward the front of the building, Roxanne's arm around me to brace me for when another contraction hit.
We walked through the front entrance where Jeremy waited with the passenger door open to the black Mercedes. "You need anything else, Ms. Derrik?" When we approached the car he gave her a cell phone.
"No, Jeremy. Follow behind me, okay?" She told him.
I carefully sat down into the leather bucket seat. The weather was frigid as the autumn winds blew. As I put my feet into the car, Jeremy closed the door to seal out the cold air. Roxanne got in the other side and turned the car over, taking us out to the surface streets. I looked back and Jeremy was driving behind us in her BMW Z3. She handed me the cell phone. "Call him." She said.
I took the cell phone and dialed John's number at the Bellagio. As I hit 'send', another wave of sharp pain overcame my logical brain functions. "Oh shit...." I closed my eyes and started breathing again. The car ride for some strange reason was making the contractions come closer together. Roxanne snatched the cell phone from me as I rode out the pain. Nothing they told me in the Lamaze class prepared me for what I was feeling, and it hurt so bad it was difficult to concentrate on breathing. All I wanted to do was death grip something, so I grabbed a firm hold of Roxanne's arm.
"Just keep breathing, Monica." Roxanne reiterated. She put the cell phone to her ear. "John Doggett, please." She paused. "No, I can't hold on. His wife's in labor." Another pause. "John? Roxanne. Yes, I'm back..." I could hear John's voice in a garble through the cell phone's receiver. "John, will you shut up for a minute? I'll tell you later. I'm taking your wife to the hospital, so you might want to meet us there...okay...bye." She ended the call and set the phone down in her lap. I looked over at her and she looked a bit panicked as she zoomed in and out of traffic to get to the hospital.
"Roxanne, you don't have to drive so fast." I suggested as another contraction came. I squeezed her arm again, but with more intensity. "I promise I won't have the baby in the car."
"I'm not worried about that," Roxanne chuckled. "I just worry about getting my arm back."
"When John meets us at the hospital he'll take over." I laughed.
"You'll be grabbing more than his arm, though."
Minutes later we had arrived at Las Vegas University Hospital. Roxanne, Jeremy and I walked up to the maternity ward to the nurse's station. A nurse named Dee was sitting at the desk. "Can I help you?" She asked.
"She's in labor." Roxanne said pointing at me.
"Your name, dear?" The nurse asked me.
"Monica Doggett." I replied.
"Pre-admit?"
"Yes."
The nurse found my chart and guided us to a family suite. The room had mauve and lavender accents with a private shower, hospital bed, and monitoring equipment. Dee handed me a rear-opening gown to put on and a cup for a urine sample (as if I didn't give them enough over the past eight months).
"Okay, dear. Put that on and fill the cup as much as you can." The nurse put on my identification wristband. "I'll be back in a few minutes and we'll hook you up to the monitors." She turned and left the room.
"Monica, we'll go downstairs and meet up with John. We'll be back." Roxanne said as she left with Jeremy.
I hoped that John had arrived. I really needed him now more than ever as another contraction took over my body.
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Doggett:
The news of Monica going into labor so early put me in a spin. I had some big shit going on at the Bellagio; some small time gang thought they could pull off a heist on the casino floor. Since the 'Oceans Eleven' movie there had been a few 'brave' souls who'd tried to rip off the casino, nothing big I might add, but enough to keep my attention almost full time. Together with a run of celebrities and plenty of official occasions it made my job a hectic one.
For the past five months Monica and myself had agreed to put our heart and souls into both our work and ourselves. We'd wanted to build up a sizeable bank account so that Monica could look after the baby full time when he or she arrived. When she was ready to do so, she would go back to work for Roxanne's Derrilyct Productions on a part time basis. Over the past five months she had learnt the ins and outs of the business and would make a valuable assistant to Roxanne once she returned. In the meantime she'd organized for Candy and Rocky to take over from her. Even though the past was in the past Monica enjoyed the fact that her growing stomach was a constant reminder to Candy that I was hers and two people who adored each other had conceived this baby.
I was proud of her that through her pregnancy she could still run the business and look after her health at the same time. Our sex life had not been as frequent as the early days. I smiled and gently shook my head each time I looked back on the days of having sex at least three times a day. We devoured each other then. We thought we knew every intimate detail of our bodies but there was more to know each time we made love. It was probably down to three times a week. Most of the time we would just hold each other, talk lovingly and caress our bodies to sleep. The love and mutual comfort we shared was priceless.
We loved each other beyond words and our love grew more every day. The bond we shared went to our unborn child as well. Monica would share everything with me about our baby inside her, the movements, the periods of rest and wakefulness, which sometimes happened to be at night. We were both aware of the stages of growth and she would show me in her pregnancy chart each month indicating what the baby may have looked like then. At a moment's notice she would take my hand and place it on her abdomen and I would feel the baby move, my baby. Moments such as those would never leave me. Monica was giving me a second chance to be a father again and for that I would be eternally grateful. It was so hard to imagine that in the next few hours or so I would see my child for the first time. Tears began to fill my eyes at the sheer overwhelming feeling of being a father again.
If there was a God, I was being given a second chance to get it right this time. I would be there for our family and protect them no matter what situations arose. Monica was my life; my family would be my life from now on.
When Roxanne called, it caught me totally by surprise. At first I thought she must have been calling from another country but then I came to realize she was with my wife. The fact that Monica was actually going into labor, we would finally see our baby, was all too much for me. I found myself becoming quite nervous. My Bellagio security staff seemed to understand, especially Bill, my second in command, who more or less gave me the shoulder pat and told me to go to my wife.
I had to trust that all the plans we'd made for him to take over when this day came, would all work faultlessly. I was to take two weeks leave to be with my wife and baby, and maybe a little more if need be.
On my way to the hospital I hardly noticed the world rush by me. My world was insular, only thinking about what the next hours would hold. I had gone through my first wife's labor with Luke and it had been one of those difficult times in life. I'd felt helpless most of the time. She was in so much pain that I could not take away for her. Not to be in control, not to seem to be able to help was not in my nature. It would be different with Monica. I wanted to make a difference and to be a comfort to her during this stressful yet eventually rewarding time.
The hospital parking garage was full except for one spot at the far end. In my haste to see my wife I almost forgot to lock up. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Monica's bag we'd packed for this very occasion. I quickly unlocked the truck, took the bag, locked up again and headed for the hospital's reception area.
"You wasted no time. Got a plane to catch or something?" Roxanne stood there even more attractive than I'd remembered her. Life had treated her well in the previous months of exile. Jeremy stood to the back of her making me picture old times. It had only seemed a few weeks since Roxanne had left, seeing her like this brought it all back. I wasn't sure how to greet her. The last time we'd been in contact she'd kissed my forehead. I nodded acknowledgement to her bodyguard, he had been a faithful colleague in the past months. It just occurred to me that probably he and Roxanne were most likely keeping in contact all this time. Roxanne was happy to shake hands.
"You could have told us where you were. Why no contact?" Roxanne led me on the trek towards Monica's room. Jeremy followed close behind.
"We can talk more another time John. Your wife is having your baby. She needs your undivided attention now."
"Just tell me two things then." We all got in the elevator and went to the third floor. "Why didn't you get in contact with us?" She gave Jeremy a look and I knew instantly that my hunch had been correct, that Jeremy had known her every intention.
"Eric wanted me to stay with him for a while. I thought it best to have minimal communication for his safety. Also I wanted to get my lawyers onto the case to be able to bring Eric home with minimal jail time, perhaps even none." I couldn't believe that would be possible but anything was possible when it came to the law and loopholes. "What's your other question?" We heard the ding of the elevator; we were at Monica's floor.
"You just answered it. I wanted to know about Eric." She took me down the long wide corridor, past a myriad of identical rooms. "Monica grieved for that man, the least you could do....."
"John!" She cut me off. "We'll talk later, okay?" We stood at the door to Monica's suite. "Your wife needs you." She opened the door and I saw her smile and wave to the occupant.
"Later." She mouthed and let me inside as she and Jeremy left.
The look on Monica's face as I entered the room told me a million words. She wanted me to be there, she needed me and that comforted me no end.
"John," She lifted her hand for me to take it and I moved quickly to embrace her. "We're having a baby." As I held her close she told me about what had happened since she arrived at the hospital. I knew that nothing about the next few hours would be predictable. I also knew that I would sacrifice any personal comfort to make sure my wife and baby were fine.
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Reyes:
Hours had gone by as I rested comfortably in the hospital bed with the aid of an epidural block in my spine. When I had come in, the baby was still in the breach position so the doctors had to physically turn it around so it was facing head down instead of feet down. Roxanne and Jeremy were down getting coffee in the cafeteria and John sat next to me caressing my hair with his fingers .I was thankful for the pain medication because by now I think I'd be divorced from all of the mean things I would be saying under the scrutiny of labor pain. I had an oxygen mask over my mouth and nose to give the baby and me extra oxygen for the upcoming adventure of birth.
There was an IV line going into my arm with extra fluids flushing through me as well as petocin to keep my contractions coming while having an anesthetic. I had internal and external monitors to keep close attention to my contractions and the baby's heart beat. Nurses would come in every so often to check my dilation and note it on my chart. Everything around me seemed to be a blur except for John and the beeping from the baby's heart monitor. I was tired and I wanted to sleep. I started to itch uncontrollably from the pain meds, scratching all over my body.
"Mon, what's the matter?" John asked.
"I itch really bad." I scratched my leg until it was nearly raw.
"I'm going to get some cool wash cloths. Maybe that will help." John got up and went into the restroom. I heard the water running for a few minutes and then he came back out with a few wet cloths. He stood behind me as he drew the blankets away and gasped. "You got yourself pretty good. Doesn't that hurt?" He started to lay the wet cloths on my skin, soothing the itch.
"I could probably tell you that later. I just itch." After he was done, he put the blankets back over me and sat down next to me. "You seem pretty calm."
"I've done this once before, but honestly Mon, on the inside I'm nervous as hell." I could see the fear in his eyes about raising this child in the current environment. I had my concerns, too, but I knew things would work themselves out. I reached out and touched his chest through his dress shirt. There was a long moment of silence as we exchanged looks through loving eyes. "I love you." Tears formed in my eyes and I just felt like balling. The doctor and nurse coming into the room interrupted the moment.
"How are we doing?" the doctor asked as he put latex gloves on his hands.
"We are tired." I said. It must have been nearly midnight by now. Each time I got checked I had made little progress and they would increase the petocin levels. The doctor had broken my water almost two hours ago, so I was optimistic.
"Bend your knees for me." The doctor said. The nurse helped me bend my knees as he went to examine me again. "Want to pick a number?"
"Seeing that last time you checked me I was four centimeters, I'd like to bet high and say ten." I told him.
The doctor nodded as he removed his hand. "We're at ten."
John's face reflected astonishment. "You're kidding."
"Nope. We're ready. Are you ready, Monica?" The doctor chuckled. "It's time to push."
"I'll be right back, doctor." The nurse said as she scooted out of the room.
"Know what you're having?" The doctor asked as he drew out the stirrups at the end of the bed.
"We'll find out soon." John said rubbing my hand with his thumb and forefinger. His hands felt sweaty, probably from being nervous. I was exhausted from laying here under the influence but I knew I had to start pushing soon.
Inside I was excited to have John's baby. I knew that it would be beautiful no matter what, and the circle of my life would have completion. John's life would have that completion as well. His circle was broken the day Luke disappeared and shattered when his wife left him. For so many years he had felt incomplete and for so many years I wanted to give that back to him.
I heard the nursing staff come into the room as I inched my way down to the end of the bed, putting my legs up into the stirrups. I could only imagine how comedic I looked in the compromising position; it was not comfortable. The nurses were preparing the warmer for the baby; towels and blankets were also laid out for the occasion. I gripped the back of my legs as the doctor watched the monitor for the next contraction.
"Ready, Monica?" he asked. "How about you, dad?" He then asked John.
"Let's do it." John said.
Roxanne and Jeremy strolled into the room, Roxanne sporting a Nikon camera from a strap on her shoulder. "Cool. Just in time." She chuckled. Jeremy didn't look too enthused and the color in his face flushed.
"Ms. Derrik, if you don't mind I'll be waiting in the lobby." He said as he hurried out of the room. Roxanne started laughing.
"He can kick the shit out of somebody but he can't witness childbirth." She went to the opposite side of the bed that John was at and got her camera ready.
"Okay, Monica, push now!" The doctor ordered.
I pushed as hard as I could without knowing how hard I was really pushing. I couldn't feel any of it. John started counting to ten to time it and supported my back with his hand. When ten came around, I fell back down onto the bed. I watched every program on television and it was still harder to pull off in real life. Before I knew it, I was back up and pushing again. And again and again for at least an hour. Everything seemed to go fine until I felt something in the air go wrong. The nurse tore off the sheet to the heart monitor and took it to the doctor. The baby's heartbeat was decelerating, and decelerating sharply as I contracted.
"What's wrong?" John asked in a panic.
Right then I felt like I had to push. "Don't push, Monica." The doctor said. "What we have is your baby's heart rate is dropping rapidly. You see that to a certain extent when the mother is pushing, but not like this. This sharp of a decel is telling me that there could be something wrong like the cord wrapped around the neck. Now, we had to turn your baby around, so that's a really good possibility. We're going to have to do a C-section right now if we're going to save the child."
I saw John's face frown in worry and the lines that once plagued his face came back. The baby was at risk? The same amount of concern swarmed over me as well. A C-section? I didn't want to have surgery, which was why I chose a vaginal birth. Concern went to panic as the baby's heart rate fluctuated again during another contraction.
"Are they going to be alright?" John asked.
"If we do this now, then yes. If we wait we risk brain damage to the child." John nodded in confirmation and kissed me on the forehead. My heart raced as the nurses pushed me out of the labor room down the hall to surgery.
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Doggett:
I tried to stay composed for Monica's sake but I knew some of my concerns came through on my face. I suppose it wouldn't have been normal for me to be totally calm. The fact that she'd had an epidural was something I wasn't prepared for and I certainly wasn't prepared for her to have a C-section. The panic I felt inside as I heard the nurse talk about the heartbeat of my baby slowing was almost too much to bear. I'd lost one child; to lose another would be heart-breaking; even more so, it would be devastating. The only course of action would be to agree to the surgery. Monica could recover from surgery; we could never recover from the death of our baby.
The attitude of self sacrifice was paying off, it helped me through this and in so doing I could be there as support for the love of my life. I just hoped that my presence would help pacify all her uncertainties.
As Monica was speedily wheeled out of the room I was in momentary limbo. Should I have followed? Roxanne all this time had been watching the proceedings and had also seemed concerned. I could tell she probably felt like the proverbial fifth wheel on a car at that time so remained quiet and out of the way.
"John, go to her." She rested her hand on my arm. This was new to me and I wasn't sure of the protocol when it came to surgery such as this. Roxanne must have noticed my hesitation. "It's all right. They allow fathers in C-section deliveries." I looked down at her hand squeezing my arm then up to her face and wondered how she knew such details when she hadn't given birth herself.
"You sure?" As she nodded a nurse came into the room.
"Mr. Doggett, we're waiting for you." I looked back at Roxanne and we exchanged smiles.
"I'll be in the waiting room." She brushed past me then looked back. "Don't keep Ms. Derrik waiting too long though. She has a business to get back into running." With a sexy smile she left. At that instant I knew that Eric wouldn't be able to stay away from her for long. She was one hell of a catch, any red-blooded male would think the same way. Also, she seemed a little too controlled with her emotions to not expect to see him again soon. There were some plans afoot there. All my years in law enforcement taught me to see the signs.
"Mr. Doggett." When I turned back from looking at the nurse calling to me, Roxanne was halfway down the corridor.
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Reyes:
I lay flat on my back looking straight up to the ceiling. It was very cold in the room. I could hear people fluttering about in the room, probably the NICU staff preparing for our new arrival. I wanted this to be over so I could hold my baby in my arms. I didn't want anything bad to happen. It would devastate both of us. John bent over to look into my eyes; He had green scrubs on with a matching cap and surgeon's mask.
"Beware of men wearing masks." He chuckled. I was glad to see he could crack a joke at a time like this. I know I could not have done it as I started to cry a little. "It's going to be okay, Mon. They're getting ready to take the baby out." At least he could see what was going on. I couldn't see anything because they had a large green shield in front of me. John bent down and kissed me on the forehead, combing my hair with his fingers. His touch was so warm to me and so loving.
"Monica, you're going to feel some tugging up in your chest for a few minutes as we take the baby out." The doctor called from behind the shield. Tugging? It was more like rearranging my anatomy. It was quite uncomfortable despite having the epidural. I closed my eyes as John watched on. I felt tears running down my face as the doctors mumbled amongst themselves, tugging away at my stomach.
"Yep, we have a cord around the neck." The doctor said aloud. The baby didn't cry right away and I was instantly worried.
"Is the baby okay?" I asked in a concerned tone. I wanted to move and sit up but I was numb from the chest down and my arms felt like lead weights.
Seconds later I heard the first cry of our newborn child. The doctor held it up over the shield so that I could see it. "It's a boy!" he called. "Congratulations!" There was applause that echoed in the room. I just sat there in awe as I watched our baby suck in his first breath and cry. Time seemed to stand still in that very moment; I looked up to my husband who had tear-filled eyes and I squeezed his hand. I didn't care how bloody he looked. He was a part of me and John and nothing could be more beautiful than that. I wished that I could have reached out and touched him. It felt like falling in love all over again.
"Happy birthday!" called one of the nurses. "He's beautiful!" The baby disappeared behind the shield so the nurses could start cleaning him up. "Want to cut the cord, Mr. Doggett?" John just stood there stunned by the whole experience. I was not sure how proactive he was with Luke's birth and it almost seemed that he missed that opportunity the first time around. I saw him reach for a pair of scissors and he bent over to cut the cord. I heard more applause and the nurses took our son to the NICU staff across from me so they could examine him. John followed and watched on as they took the baby's vitals and gave him extra oxygen. "Have you thought of a name?" When the nurses and doctors were done, they handed our blanket-wrapped son to John. He held him close and kissed him on the forehead and then brought him closer so that I could finally see as the doctors were sewing me up. He looked just like his father. I started to flood my eyes with tears of joy that the whole experience had given me. I would love both of them forever and nothing would ever come in between that.
"Oh, Monica...He's beautiful." John sniffled. "You're beautiful. I love you both so much." John nuzzled his cheek with mine. For the first time ever in my life, I finally felt complete.
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Doggett:
I'd felt instant love too when Luke was born and I could finally hold him in my arms, but this was extra special because this was that second chance at fatherhood I'd never dreamed of having. He was so beautiful, his pink face and his tiny mouth, his blue eyes and his squashed up neck. He had hair too, wisps of dark hair like his mother's. His tiny fingers reached out to me as he made cooing sounds. My finger in his tiny hand looked huge.
"John, can I see him?" Monica was a little groggy from having just given birth under traumatic circumstances but I knew she'd want to see her baby no matter how she was feeling. I crouched down next to the bed and gave one of my proud father smiles. She looked to me first and then her son. I loved her so much for believing in me from the start, for loving me unconditionally and for giving me a child. Both our eyes became teary as we contemplated the miracle that was this child in my arms. Her hand reached out and touched my cheek first, running the fingers slowly over my jaw line then did the same to our baby. She ran a finger over his lips and he began instinctively sucking.
"He's hungry Mom." Monica smiled at the mention of the word 'Mom'.
"All done here Monica," The surgeon said pleasantly. "We can take you to NICU and when you've recovered enough we'll help you up to feed your son. You should gain some feeling in about ten minutes or so."
My wife looked from the doctor to me looking at first a little puzzled.
"Really feed my son? That soon?"
"Yes, it's a good idea to try and get him started early on." She looked a little nervous but I knew from all the breastfeeding classes she'd taken and the books she'd read that she was determined to feed this child herself. I felt proud she was so determined.
I followed Monica being wheeled into the NICU. I handed our newborn son to the nursing staff who needed to check his vitals again and I waited with Monica, holding her hand until she had some feeling in her upper torso once more.
About fifteen minutes later two nurses offered to get Monica into a careful sitting position so she could have her first attempt at breastfeeding. The painkillers she had been given after surgery seemed to be doing their job but she was still very tentative about sitting so soon after being sewn up. Her bravery astonished me. I'm not sure I would have been so composed having gone through the same experience. That was my Monica, taking everything in her stride. She would make a wonderful, patient and caring mother. My pride overwhelmed me when I noticed our son being brought back over.
"So what will you name him?" asked one of the nurses as she signaled for the other nurse to give our son to his mom. We both looked at each other and smiled. I let Monica do the talking when she was ready.
As she nestled the baby against her breast he rooted instinctively around for the nipple. Once latched on with the nurse's help Monica spoke, all the while looking down at her son taking his first taste of his mother's milk..
"Nathan Andrew."
"Hmm, Nathan Andrew Doggett. It has a good ring to it."
"I've always liked the name Nathan and the name Andrew comes from a special friend of ours." Monica winked at me.
"Yes, Gibson will be pleased." She nodded approval.
"So want to know some details?" Without waiting for our response she continued, "3,200 grams weight. That's a good size." We looked at her puzzled so she converted for us. "Eight pounds, 6 ounces. Fifty-four centimeters in length, might end up being taller than his daddy." She smirked.
I smiled thinking of how I would feel if my son eventually looked down on me.
"Birth time 01.13am. All this will be written down for you and a couple of other stats you might like to know."
"Thank you." She was beginning to see that we wanted a little privacy.
"Well Monica, John, when you want to make some calls the phone's right beside the bed." There were so many people to tell and I wanted to call out to the world that I had a son but that could wait for now.
"Nurse?" She turned around to hear my call. "There are two people down in the waiting room. Could they come up and visit?"
"Sure, I'll go get them." She turned and left, leaving just Monica, myself and our son in the room alone.
I sat on the bed just looking at my angel and the new tiny magical addition to our family that she held at her breast.
"So when do we try for another one?" I was being brave.
"John Doggett," she laughed. "Is that all you think about, sex?"
"Pretty much." I quipped.
"I will have to wait six weeks or so, but in the meantime, if you're a good boy I can ....." She was just about to continue when she looked up at the door and my eyes followed, to see our two delighted visitors.
The End
