Title: That Night
Author: Eve
Rating: PG-13 for "adult themes"
Category: V, DRR
Spoilers: Through Release
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Disclaimer: I just dragged them from Chris Carter's trash barrel- they're not 
mine.
Summary: Doggett and Reyes discuss a night years ago after Barbara left.

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   "Do you regret it?"
   
   John takes his beer bottle away from his lips to look at me. "Regret 
what?"
   
   Perhaps the alcohol is making my tongue loose, because I really hadn't 
meant to ask the question. But now that the subject has been broached, my 
curiosity makes me pursue it. "That night…after Barbara left. Do you regret 
it?"
   
   His face quickly flashes with surprise, and then goes blank so I can't get 
a grasp on his emotions. My mind is consumed with a memory of a night long 
before. With the way his hands trailed me, setting fires and quenching 
thirsts. The way his body, hard and slick, moved over mine, trembling and 
soft. The breeze that played in the curtains and cooled our entangled forms. 
And the way his tears stained my pillows as he slept. 
   
   The memory has sustained me for what seems like forever. I have known the 
exquisiteness of having John as a lover. And yet, I also recognize that 
although I use the term 'lover' he never loved me. Not then, and probably not 
now. I was merely a form of comfort for a child dead and a wife lost.
   
   As these thoughts seep through barriers long ago built, I look at John, 
awaiting his response. He sighs, leaning back into the couch. "A little."
   
   I refuse the air my lungs are pleading for. "Why a little?" I place my 
beer bottle on the coffee table, and turn to face him fully. His face still 
shows no emotion. He only pauses for seconds before replying.
   
   "That night, it was right for me. It was what I needed. But, looking back, 
I can see how wrong it was for you. Our first time should have been about a 
mutual need, not one person seeking comfort from a friend."
   
   The words are strangely eloquent coming from him, but only one phrase is 
tumbling around in my mind. "Our *first* time, John? It was our only time. 
Are you implying you want to have sex with me-again?" I have him standing 
center stage with a fishhook through him, and I can't help but to get some 
small satisfaction at the image. But he takes it in stride, and only flashes 
a smile, completely confident and completely male.
   
   "Well, why not? You're an attractive woman, and, hell, I probably see you 
more than I ever did Barbara."
   
   "John." I spoke seriously, though his words amused me. "Really."
   
   He sighs deeply. "Yes, Monica, I would like to make love with you again. 
And not just 'cause you're beautiful, but…" He trailed off, unsure, before 
muttering to himself. "Jesus, why am I saying this…? I, I love you, and-"
   
   "Stop," I cut him off. My mouth curves into a slow smile. "So, John Jay 
Doggett loves me. It's a good thing I'm pretty much head over heels, or else 
it might make Monday morning uncomfortable."
   
   He lets out a breath of air on a chuckle. "So, where do we go from here?"
   
   I lean over to softly press my lips to his. Ignoring the sparks and 
tingles I pull away right as his hands move up to pull me closer. "Where do 
we go?" I repeat. "Wherever we want."

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Author's Notes: I know that Doggett isn't really in character in this fic, 
and I apologize, but please let me know what you think despite all that!