Title: Open Doors 
Author: sophia999x 
Rating: NC17 
Category: DS UST, DR RST 
Summary: John gets a little nursing from his partners. 
Disclaimer: Not mine. No money. 
SPECIAL THANK YOU: To Robert Patrick and Annabeth Gish 
for putting WOW! back into my vocabulary. 


They were alone in his house. John Doggett finally had 
Dana Scully right where he wanted her. Unfortunately 
the only thing he wanted from her was for her to leave 
him alone. Leave him alone so he could take his long 
hot bath; leave him alone so he could nurse his bruised 
body not to mention bruised ego; leave him alone so he 
could just sleep, god he was tired. 

“Agent Doggett, I really wish you would let me take you 
to the hospital. That cut...” 

“Is just that, a cut, a small cut. I’m fine. The 
hospital is the last place I want to spend the rest of 
my evening.” 

“At least let me clean it, bandage it for you.” 

John was beginning to lose patience, even with Dana 
Scully. “Look, I’m very grateful for your concern Agent 
Scully...” Hearing the harshness in his voice, he 
backed off. Rubbing his face with his hands he walked 
into the living room and sat down heavily on the couch. 
“Okay, you win.” 

“Do you have a first aid kit?” 

“Hallway closet.” He started to get up, but was pushed 
gently back down by Scully. 

“No, you stay put, I’ll be right back.” 

John leaned back and closed his eyes. He awoke to 
whispers. 

“Are you sure he’s going to be alright? Shouldn’t he be 
in the hospital?” 

“I tried already, Monica. But he won’t go. Besides, I 
had a chance to examine him while he was out, it really 
does look worse than it is. He just needs a good night’s 
rest. He should be fine. Very stiff and sore, but fine.” 

“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you all night.” 

Monica and Scully both jumped at the sound of his hoarse 
voice, neither realizing the object of their concern was 
awake until that moment. 

Monica turned to John, concern and relief clearly evident 
in her voice. “Hey, John. How are you feeling?” 

John squinted up at Monica, “Monica? When’d you get 
here?” He looked down and noticed that his tie had been 
undone and his shirt unbuttoned, his right sleeve slit 
open to his collarbone. There was a bandage around his 
right bicep. “Uh, how long have I been out?” 

“For a little while. At least long enough for me to 
examine and bandage you up without having to use force.” 
Dana’s eyes danced with more than just a doctor’s 
concern. 

John frowned. He didn’t like it that he was unconscious 
while a beautiful woman, namely Dana Scully, ran her 
hands all over him, he would have liked to have been 
able to assist at some point. He shook his head - what 
am I thinking? This is Special Agent Doctor Dana I’m a 
Mother Scully I’m fantasizing about, and in front of 
Monica. 

Doctor Scully mistook his reaction, “John, does your 
head hurt. Do you have a headache, any dizziness?” 

“Nah, I’m alright.” He looked up into her eyes, matching 
his blue with hers. Scully backed away uncomfortable 
with their closeness. This didn’t go unnoticed by John. 
He sighed a heavy sigh, “I really appreciate you hanging 
around, patching me up. I know you have other 
responsibilities. Right now, I’d just like to go soak 
in a hot tub, with my doctor’s permission of course.” 

The tension broken, Scully smiled again, “Sure, I’ll 
even run it for you.” 

“Nah, really, I’m alright.” John got up too fast, at 
least he hoped that was his problem, the room was 
spinning too much for him to stay standing on his own. 
Despite being farther away, Monica reached him first, 
and managed to steady him before he fell. Together she 
and Dana helped him up the stairs to his bedroom. 

******** 

With the two women by his side, in his bedroom, John was 
grinning by the time they sat him down on his bed, more 
fantasies playing out in his mind. 

Embarrassed again, Scully backed away, “Well, I guess 
I’ll go set up your bath. Monica, why don’t you help 
Agent Doggett undress.” 

Shaking his head again, it took a moment before John 
realized Monica was on her knees in front of him, 
pulling his shoes off. It wasn’t until she reached for 
his belt, still on her knees, that he moved to swat her 
hands away. “Hey, whatta you think you’re doin’ Agent 
Reyes?” 

In all innocence, “I’m helping you to undress, John,” 
nodding in the direction of his bathroom and Dana 
Scully, “what the doctor ordered.” 

“I can undress myself, thank you very much.” John wasn’t 
in the mood to appreciate Monica’s humor, at his expense 
no less. 

“Whatever.” Monica stood just as Dana returned from 
drawing the bath. 

Scully looked him up and down. With the exception of his 
shoes, he was still pretty much clothed. She looked 
questioningly at Monica. 

“John’s a big boy, he can undress himself.” Taking a deep 
breath Monica headed out the door, “I’ll be downstairs 
if you need anything.” She left John and Scully alone. 

Now it was John’s turn to be embarrassed. “Look Dana, 
Monica’s right, I’m fine now. Thanks again for all your 
help. Good night.” He gave her that shy smile of his, 
walking past her. Touching her, even to thank her, was 
not allowed. 

“Good night, John.” 

Scully went downstairs to clean up, but Monica had 
already started. “You should go home Dana, you look 
beat.” 

“I could say the same about you.” 

“Yes, but I don’t have someone waiting for me.” Monica 
looked away for a moment, “Dana, go on home. I can 
finish up here. I’ll make sure he’s settled before I 
leave.” 

“Alright. Let him know I’ll be by in the morning to see 
how he’s doing.” 

“Sure.” 

A half-hour later Monica called up the stairs. “John, 
I’m leaving, okay?” 

“Yeah, thanks Monica.” 

A little dejected, Monica gathered up her coat and 
headed for the door. 

******** 

Five minutes later Monica was back in John’s living room, 
swearing like a sailor and looking for her car keys. She 
found them and was about to leave again when her cell 
phone rang. 

“Hello?” 

“Monica?” 

Monica looked up to the ceiling, “John?” 

“Monica, I’m sorry, you haven’t left yet have you?” 

“No. Did you need something before I do?” She had moved 
to the bottom of the stairs now. 

He didn’t respond right away. 

“John, is everything alright.” She had entered his 
bedroom, the door to his bathroom slightly ajar. 

“Monica, I’m stuck.” 

Monica froze, “You’re stuck? How? 

“I’ve sorta stiffened up...” John regretted the words as 
soon as he said them, “Uh, I can’t seem to lift myself 
out of the bathtub. I need your help.” 

Monica nearly dropped the phone. She had doubled up with 
silent laughter. 

“Monica, you still there?” 

“Yes, John, I’m still here.” As a matter of fact she was 
at his bathroom door. 

She had just poked her head in, when a panicked John 
stopped her. “Uhh, stop right there. Throw me a towel 
first.” 

Clicking off her cell phone, Monica did as she was told, 
trying desperately to hold back her giggles. 

John caught the towel and wrapped it around his 
submerged waist. “Okay, you can come in now.” 

Monica looked down at John, hands on hips, “Well, Agent 
Doggett, this is another fine mess you’ve gotten yourself 
into.” Then bursted out laughing. 

“Very funny Monica, just help me outta here okay.” 

Leering at him, Monica was having too much fun to let it 
go. “Well, I don’t know John, I think you may have 
missed a spot.” 

John decided to try a different tack. He looked away 
for a moment, then back at her, softly begging, “Monica, 
please.” 

It worked. It worked every time, “Okay.” Monica removed 
her jacket and started to undo her blouse. 

“Uh Monica, what are you doin’ now?” 

“I’m removing my blouse. Sorry John, but I’m not about 
to ruin perfectly good silk for you.” 

Much to his relief she had on a pink camisole 
underneath. Much to his discomfort, it was sheer pink. 

She kicked off her shoes, the floor wet from John’s 
earlier attempts to get out by himself. Bracing herself 
against the side of the tub with one arm, Monica leaned 
down and wrapped her other arm around him. “Okay, on the 
count of three, I’ll lift you rise. Oh, I mean...” 
Monica was giggling again. 

John couldn’t help it, he was about to giggle himself. 
“I know what you mean Monica.” 

“Okay, one, twooo...oh!” Monica’s hand slipped on the 
slick ceramic, her feet following, and yes she fell 
into the tub with him, both met with a loud oooph. 

Half in, half out of the tub, Monica was trying to catch 
her breath and her balance again. “John stop fidgeting. 
You’re not helping.” 

“I’m not fidgeting.” John placed his hand on her hip to 
try to shift some of the weight causing Monica to slip 
all the way into the tub. Her body was now completely 
covering his. Any moves by her caused him discomfort, 
but not from his bruises. 

John’s neck was pink. “Monica, get off.” 

Monica was giggling again, trying to get some leverage, 
“John, you shouldn’t tell me to ‘get off’, not in our 
current positions.” 

The pink was traveling up, flushing his face. “Well then, 
Agent Reyes, please remove yourself from my bathtub.” 

She slipped again, this time her hand landed on his hip. 
Even with the water starting to cool, and the towel 
between her hand and his flesh, she could feel his body 
starting to heat up. 

John swallowed audibly, the pink now full-fledged 
crimson, “Uhmm, what if I stay perfectly still, and you 
lift yourself out of the tub?” 

Monica finally had John where she wanted him and she 
wasn’t about to let him off the hook so easily. 

John was really pleading this time, “Monica, this isn’t 
fair. I can’t move.” 

With her hand still on his hip, Monica’s eyes suddenly 
went wide, “Well somethins’ movin’ John.” Remembering 
the exchange between him and Dana earlier in the evening, 
both all but ignoring her presence, Monica decided to 
get a little satisfaction. “Hmmm, since I’m here I might 
as well check behind those ears.” 

“Monica, you wouldn’t?” 

It was as if he had thrown down a gauntlet, Monica was 
only too happy to pick up. 

She leaned in towards his face, her lips just barely 
touching his, “Oh, wouldn’t I.” She moved slowly passed 
his cheek, brushing him with her lips, stopping at the 
base of his ear. The ears, they always go for the ears 
first. She started to nuzzle him, all he could think of 
was he was going to have one heck of a hickey to go 
along with his bruises. 

John was breathing heavily now. He’d all but given up 
any hope of regaining control of the situation, since 
he pretty much couldn’t control himself, not with 
Monica’s warm body covering his, with her mouth doing 
what it was doing. Huskily he whispered, “This really 
isn’t fair Monica, you still have your clothes on.” 

Monica was moving on to his other ear, stopping briefly 
again at his lips, “You’re a man of action John, do 
something about it.” 

With much of the water already out of the tub, John 
didn’t need to worry about drowning. He let go of the 
sides, slipping farther down. With both hands he began 
to remove Monica’s clothes, beginning with the soaked 
camisole, forcing Monica to let go of his ear long 
enough for him to pull it over her head. Before she 
had a chance to regain her position, he was pulling off 
her soaked bra. One look at her wet breasts dripping 
water onto his chest, and what little control he did 
have was lost completely. He brought his lips first to 
one then the other, licking the water from them, 
sucking on the tips, pleased with the soft moaning 
coming from Monica. 

Still using his tongue to play with her, John was about 
to get started on her skirt, when Monica swatted his 
hands away. “Just what do you think you’re doing Agent 
Doggett?” Monica reached down and grabbed the soaked 
towel still wrapped around his waist. “First things 
first.” She pulled on it, John lifting his buttocks to 
help out. With a sloshing sound, she whipped off the 
towel. Monica once overheard two female co-workers 
describe John as a manly-man, ooh-boy, if they only 
knew. There weren’t enough adjectives to describe just 
how manly. Thick, solid, hard, long, were just a few 
that came to mind. Breathing heavily, Monica undid the 
skirt herself. 

She had to lift her hips off him to do this. Once free 
from the towel, John waited until Monica had pulled her 
skirt and panties down far enough, then with one swift 
movement and much to Monica’s surprise he entered her, 
pulling her down onto his shaft. She felt as if she had 
been skewered, that’s how quickly and deeply he 
penetrated her, but oh, was she pleased. 

John was more than pleased. The fact that he entered her 
so easily told him just how ready she was for him. With 
his arms wrapped around her, he kissed her on the lips, 
pumping her mercilessly at the same time. The only 
stiffness he was aware of now, was his stiff cock 
inside her begging for release of a different sort. He 
was trying to hold out as long as he could, knowing the 
buildup could be just as exquisite as the release. All 
the while marveling at the incredible inner muscle 
action Monica was working on him. He was groaning 
loudly now, encouraging Monica to work it even harder. 

For her part, Monica was riding John like one of those 
mechanical bulls, bucking with each jab. Because she 
was still on top, she dictated just how long and how 
short each one was, John still dictated the tempo 
though. He was working on her breasts again, causing 
her to moan out loud. She knew he couldn’t hold out 
much longer, but neither could she. She was coming and 
coming hard. Monica was grinding her hips against his, 
trying to get him to enter her even more deeply, if 
possible. To her surprise she could feel him still 
growing insider her. 

Monica came first, in a series of spasms that rocked her 
to the core, sending pinpricks of delight up and down 
her body. John held on until Monica’s rocking started 
to subside, then it was his turn. Exploding inside her, 
John grabbed onto her hips, forcing her to ride his 
release with him, and to Monica’s utter amazement she 
came a second time, just moments after the first. They 
held onto each other until their spasms subsided and 
they could actually breathe normally again. 

It was a few minutes before Monica could speak. 
Playfully, “Your bandage is soaked, it’s going to need 
changing. Do you want me to call Agent Scully?” 

“Well you could, but to be honest, I don’t think we’ll 
all fit in the bathtub.” 

Monica was laughing, “She’ll be here...later this 
morning to check on you. We should at least be out of 
the tub by then.” 

Reaching above his head, John turned the showerhead on, 
splashing them, and with a wicked grin of his own, “At 
least we’ll have time for a shower.” 

~fin~