Title: A Beautiful Thing

By: Megs

Rating: NC-17

Category: DRR, angst, Doggett/Reyes POV

Summary: A simple touch and that was all it took to have 
us rolling in the sheets. A light stroke, and now our 
lives are virtually ruined.

Archive: Yes…just tell me where.

Feedback: hobbit_kisser@hotmail.com

Recommended Listening: Beautiful Thing by Sister Hazel. 
Download it. It's so pretty.
***
Well I'll follow you wherever
When you lead me by my nose
On another big adventure- I suppose
Then you lay me down in clover
With their petals on my back
I should make some time
To do more things like that...

Won't you sing to me your poetry,
Won't you take me to your home,
Won't you be for me forever
So I'll never be alone
And just one thing...
You're my queen...
And it's a beautiful thing...

Well I'm buried in my bedroom
Under fourteen feet of clothes
I could drown in all this clutter I suppose

But then you're standing in my doorway
With a suitcase on your back
And it blows my mind
When you do things like that

Won't you sing to me your poetry,
Won't you take me to your home,
Won't you be for me forever
So I'll never be alone
And just one thing...
You're my queen...
And it's a beautiful thing...

Yeah, reminding me
Well I might be poor
But summers free…
For me, I didn't know I was sleeping

Won't you sing to me your poetry,
Won't you take me to your home,
Won't you be for me forever
So I'll never be alone
And just one thing...
You're my queen...
And it's a beautiful thing...
***
Doggett
***
Her back rises and falls with each deep breath.

I know what we've done was wrong. But I regret none of 
it. Neither does she.

It's amazing.

A simple touch and that was all it took to have us 
rolling in the sheets. A light stroke, and now our 
lives are virtually ruined.

It had started as a simple chat, a simple little 
meeting in front of her building before I dropped her 
off.

Monica has become my drinking buddy.

I can still hear the words in my head.

Somehow, it had ended up in a conversation of past 
lovers.

Why? I do not know. How? I cannot remember.

But it did. It was getting personal.

And then she said, "Oh, I forgot my purse…"

And we both reached for the door handle.

And that is why we are where we are.

The sheet sticks to her body, the comforter is now long 
gone and I can see every curve of her body perfectly 
under the thin white cotton.

What do I do.

My job is already in jeopardy, so is hers.

What have we done?

I sneak quietly into the bathroom and turn on the shower.

I stand under the hot water and reach for a bottle of 
shampoo.

God, it smells like her.

I use it anyway and soap myself in a hurry, before she 
wakes up.

When I'm done, I jump out and quickly redress.

I stand before her door, hand on the handle, and look 
back at her, dozing peacefully. The sheet is now half 
down, revealing her left breast. It is an angelic 
picture.

I start to turn the knob but change my mind and turn 
back to her. I stand above her and lean down, plant a 
soft kiss gently on her impressionable cheek.

I leave then, not looking back once.
***
Reyes
***
Who does he think he's fooling?

I feel the kiss, I hear him leave.

At first I feel a small anxiety, a twinge of worry.

What if I was no good in bed? What if I am not good 
enough for him at all?

God, I sound like a school girl.

I roll over, wondering what I will say to him on Monday.

I have all weekend to decide.

I glance at the digital clock on my night stand. It 
tells me it is 12:00 PM, exactly. I have slept half of 
the day away already.

I stand up. The floor is cold against my feet, and the 
sheet billows down, leaving me to stand in my nakedness.

I slip into the white terry cloth robe that hangs on the 
back of my door and walk into the kitchen, where I find 
a carton of orange juice and begin to drink it.

I sit on the couch and tuck my legs under me.

The sun shines in brightly, annoying me on many levels. 
Why couldn't the day fit my mood? When I am happy, it 
is rainy, when I am sad, it is sunny.

I remember perfectly what happened after we touched 
lightly.

It was a slow kiss at first, a small brush against his 
lips, but then we forgot the purse and ran into my 
apartment and by 3:00 AM, we had gone three times.

Shit.

My purse.

//Please don't bring it to me, John,// I think. //Try 
to be an indecent person for once. Don't bring it.//
***

***
Reyes
***
The sky was turning dark as I stepped out of the shower 
and felt for my robe.

The air was cool against my skin now as I removed myself 
from the steamy shower and I pulled the robe tight.

It was sort of old, ratty almost. There were parts when 
the terrycloth was gone, only small threads were left, 
exposing my skin.

I yawned as I stepped out, into the bedroom and then 
the kitchen.

I pulled out a pot and filled it with water, then sat 
it on the stove to boil.

A knock sounded.

I ran my hand through my soaking hair as I walked over 
to the door and looked out the peephole.

John. Holding my purse.

I turned my back to the door and took a deep breath.

Just be an adult, Monica. Just tell him the truth.

I adjusted myself, noticing my nipples were hard now 
due to the cold. A part of me was glad. I wanted to 
seduce John, and make love with him again…even if I 
couldn't admit it.

"John," I said, acting surprised as I pulled the door 
open wider. "Come on in…oh right, my purse, I 
completely forgo-"

Before I could finish my big fat lie, he pulled me 
close and said he was sorry.

"Sorry for what, John?" I whispered.
"For leaving."
"Don't be."

Then we moved our heads in at the exact moment. We were 
in sync. We knew what the other was thinking.
***
Doggett
***
She was warm and damp against me, her hair was dripping 
on my clothes and I could feel parts of her skin against 
me through bare spots on her robe.

Then a loud splash sounded from the kitchen.

She pulled away at this point. "Sit, John…she said. 
Sit."

She walked into the kitchen and returned five minutes 
later after loud clanking and clinking with two mugs.

I sipped the hot chocolate as she looked at me.

I waited for her to say something, but she didn't. So I 
did.

"Monica, I'm going to be honest with you. What we 
did…it was amazing. You are amazing. But we can't."
She nodded.

"I know, John. I know…but I can't deny what I feel for 
you." She stared deeply at the brown liquid in her mug, 
gripping it tightly.

"And what I feel…John…can I just tell you the truth? 
John I love you more than anything else. And I want to 
make love with you again. Right now. Right here. I 
could care less if we were on the floor or the couch. 
We could do it on the coffee table. I just want you, 
John."

Exactly what I was afraid of. She felt the same as me.

She sat her mug down and moved in closer to me, 
wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me into 
her.

"John." She breathed my name once as we kissed softly 
again and last night repeated itself. All over again.

***
Reyes
***
His hands were sort of cold against my skin, which was 
still hot from the shower.

His lips were close to my ear, about a millimeter away 
from making me give myself to him.

No.

I pulled back.

A feeling inside of me for John wasn't love. It was 
hatred. How could he have walked out of the bedroom 
this morning? How could he have abandoned me after 
such a night, a night of beauty and love and passion?

And how could he possibly think he was going to do 
this to me again?

"John, no." I said. "I can't go on doing this unless I 
know for sure what we're doing is for love, not just 
because we're two very lonely people."

"I don't know what to say here, Monica. I want to tell 
you that I love you, but I don't know what that could 
do to me and you. To our friendship. To our jobs."

"Just say what you're thinking." I pleaded. "John, 
please."

"I'm thinking, 'Will she let me throw her on the 
coffee table and make love to her again'?"
I felt a smile touching my lips.

"John, if we do that," I said. "If we do that…can you 
promise me our friendship will never, ever change?"

"I can't promise that," he said, taking my hand. "But 
I can promise you that if it isn't we will always 
have a less than professional relationship."

Our lips met again, his hands slowly roaming up my 
body, through my wet hair and to the tie around my 
waist.

He slowly pulled it off and I stood up, letting the 
robe fall open but not off.

I began to slide my hands up under his T-shirt, and 
over his arms, placing kisses on his abs and chest.

Then I took his hand and led him to the bedroom, 
where I laid on the bed and waited for him, a smile 
across my face.

This was wrong. And hell, it didn't exactly feel like 
the smart thing to do. But John was so sexy right now, 
I didn't know if I could forgive myself if I'd sent 
him away.

As he balanced himself above me and began to kiss me 
again, I fingered the fly on his jeans tenderly, 
slowly unzipping them then undoing the button.

He shimmied out of them and I slipped my fingers under 
the waistband of his boxers, but didn't take them off 
yet. I just held my fingers there, and when I finally 
pulled them off, John laid next to me and continued to 
kiss me.

I then hovered over him and gently, slowly and 
carefully let him slide in me. It was a wonderful 
feeling, and as our hips began to move in a slow, 
metrical motion, the agony was excruciating, but I 
didn't want it to end.

Finally, with one large thrust, hold and cry from both 
of us, he exploded into me, and I came not long after.

Collapsing next to each other, John and I breathed 
heavily. I was exhausted, and it didn't take long for 
me to fall asleep.
***
Doggett
***
Her breathing mesmerized me. As I stood, careful not 
to wake her, I pulled on my boxers and shirt.

The alarm clock made a loud honking noise, followed 
by a radio announcer, scaring the living hell out of 
me.

Monica mumbled from the sheets, "Leaving again?"
"No, I was going to go make you breakfast in bed. 
It was supposed to be a surprise."

I sensed her smiling.

"How 'bout we just pretend the alarm never woke me?"
"Done."
***