Title: Tupelo Honey Author: SunReyes ;) Rating: NC-17 Category: DRR Spoilers: Sunshine Days Summary: Where exactly did the necklace Monica was wearing come from? Authors Notes: I make nothing, therefore all my money goes to FOX & Ten Thirteen *g* BTW I don't own these characters, if I did the show would have had a spin-off *evil smirk* **************** "She's as sweet as tupelo honey She's an angel of the first degree She's as sweet as tupelo honey Just like honey from the bee" ~Van Morrison" ***************** Los Angeles 7:05 p.m. "So Mon, how does Italian food sound?" I ask her as we head down the streets of LA looking for a nice restaurant, not to expensive to add on to the bureau credit card. "I'll eat anything right now" she says exhausted and I look over to see her eyes slip closed momentarily and feel a tinge of guilt for us going out to eat. She wanted to order take-out and I insisted on eating real food at a nice place, maybe because I longed for the company more than the meal. "You know we can turn around and order pizza if you're tired." "A little late now" she teases as we miss the entrance for the parking lot. "Go in there" she points at another lot a few blocks down "we can walk the rest of the way" and I nod in agreement and park the car. We head towards the restaurant and pass a few gift shops on the way and I notice Monica eyeing the jewelry store. We enter the restaurant and we're seated pretty much right away. Which amazes me, given the parking lot being packed. After being handed our menus, we listen to the specials for the evening and I order a bottle of wine. When the waitress leaves Monica looks a little taken back by the order and I meet her gaze and ask her "Should I not have ordered it?" "No. It's just that I don't think Skinner or Kersh will appreciate the bill when we're done." "Don't worry about it" I tell her and try to smile at her reassuringly. I want to tell her how much I care about her but the words always seem to get lost on my tongue. "So about the case" she begins. "No work" I tell her and she nods. "I won't fight that John. I'm beat from today. I could definitely use a good rest and maybe a nice bubble bath. I always hated flying," she says to me and visions of her naked body surrounded by bubbles plague my thoughts. I take a gulp of water and feel the heat rise in the room. The waitress comes back with the alcohol and takes our orders. I drink some of the liquor, hoping to settle my thoughts and watch as Monica traces her finger around the glass. I imagine her doing that to me, and then with her tongue and I suck in a breath and notice her gaze watching mine. I can only question where her mind is, and hope that somehow it's the same place mine is. "So tell me something" she begins, "when was the last time you were out to dinner?" I know what she means and where she's getting at. Her words speak volumes and refuse to speak the one word of truth, a date. "The last time would probably be with you" I tell her and think back to the time we ate take-out on one of the cases back in a hotel room. I thought about spoon-feeding her, or tasting the food in her mouth, but couldn't bring myself to even kiss her goodnight after our first real date. How am I ever going to make any sort of move? "No I mean a real dinner." She interrupts my thoughts and her tongue darts across her lips, sparkling and shining that sexy mouth of hers. "Too long" I answer her and she nods. "Don't you wish *we* could get out more often?" I watch as her gaze stimulates me alone, and the emphasis on the word we only makes me hungrier for her. We finish eating dinner and I handle the check and help her with her leather jacket. She smiles warmly at me, and sometimes I wish I'd just get the guts and kiss her. I also don't want her to feel pressured since I've seen her more reserved recently, especially after her accident. We walk alongside one another and she grabs my wrist and tugs me into the jewelry store. "Awww Mon" I whine and she gives me the sexiest smile and I can't deny her this little trip into my heart. Reyes: We enter the jewelry shop and I drop John's wrist. I wanted to take his hand in mine, but I didn't want to startle him either, or have us take another step back in our relationship; or whatever we have going. Things are finally progressing, so I don't want to screw it up. John watches me as I see a beautiful silver heart pendant and point it out. "Isn't that beautiful?" I ask him and he nods. "Yeah" he says and his eyes meet mine. I swear I see something in there and I take a breath and try to steady any mind-boggling thoughts. "When I was a child, I always wanted a necklace like that one" I tell him and he takes a seat on the nearby stool and watches me eye the jewelry. "Why don't you buy it?" I laugh and he doesn't seem to understand. "I can't buy something like that John. It's something a loved one or friend would give to you. Otherwise it's sort of outta place" I try explaining and he nods. He wanders over towards the owner and I hear them talking but their voices are soft and I fail to notice what they're saying. I continue looking through the earrings and rings and find John suddenly becoming quiet as I approach him. "You done?" He asks me and I nod. We head back towards the car and John drives us back towards where we're staying. We pull into the hotel parking lot and we grab our bags and head into our rooms. I hear John knock on the adjoining door, and I open it to see him looking slightly worn and he walks into my room. He takes a seat on the bed, beside my overnight bag and I zip it up, not wanting to reveal my taste in undergarments and lingerie. "I think I'm gonna get to sleep early tonight. Long day tomorrow" he tells me and I nod. "Jet lag?" I ask and he shrugs. "I think it's finally catching up with me" he tells me, and heads back towards his room. "Do you mind if I shut the door?" He asks and I shrug. "Whatever you're comfortable with." I tell him and I hear it lock behind him. "What's he up to?" I mumble and run the bathwater for some relaxation. I test the water and pour some bubbles in as the heat rises to the right temperature. I leave the bathroom door unlocked and slightly parted; hoping that one-day John will come in. Maybe I'm hoping to hard? I slip into the tub and turn the faucet off. My body is submerged in bubbles and I pull a towel and wrap it underneath my head as a cushion. My eyes slip closed and I feel myself drift into a light relaxed sleep. I awaken to a chill and feel the water surrounding me. I stand up and wrap the towel around myself and unplug the tub. I step into the bedroom and dry myself off and slip a dark red teddy on and a thong. I notice the clock and realize I must have dozed off a good hour and wonder whether John's asleep just yet. I put my ear to the door and don't hear any sounds and let out a soft sigh. Why did he lock the adjoining door? That's a first I realize and begin to worry about him. He didn't seem too tired earlier; I hope he's alright. I knock softly on the door and don't hear any sounds coming from his room. I don't want to wake him, so I sit against the adjoining door, and wait. Wait for what, I don't know. A sign perhaps of what's going on, maybe a miracle. My eyes slip closed and a few tears slide down. Just when I thought things were going good. I reach for a pillow on the bed and the blanket and lie against the door and fall fast asleep. Doggett: I hope Mon's not to upset that I seemed to be ditching her, but the sales clerk was right with what he told me, "She'll love the necklace." After watching her eye it, I couldn't *not* buy it for her. I'm not sure exactly when I'll give it to her, or how, but I know either way she'll love it. Maybe just maybe she will realize how deeply I care about her then too. I head back towards the hotel and try to come in to my room quietly. I fear waking her up, and having to deal with her upset in the morning. I don't want to explain that I ditched her to buy her a gift that I'll probably never give her. I take a deep breath, alright I'll give it to her, it's just a question of when. I hear a soft whimpering sound in the room next door and my stomach coils to the thought of Monica in danger. "Mon?" I whisper out, afraid to wake her if I'm wrong. I don't hear anything and knock softly on the door. No sounds. I unlock the door and open it towards me to see Monica softly tumbling onto the floor at my feet. "Huh?" I see her groggy eyes, puffy with tears and she wipes her face and sits up. My arms automatically encompass her frame and my fingers delicately rise to her tear-stained cheeks. "What's wrong?" "Nothing" she says dismissively and stands up. "I need to get some sleep" and she starts to shut the door. "Monica" I plead, my eyes searching hers and I see pain, relief, and I feel guilt sweep me off my feet. "John it's late." She reminds me and I nod. "Where were you?" She asks noticing I'm still in my work clothes and my gaze falls down her body admiring her nightie. Do I tell her? What if she doesn't like the gift? What if she's mad at me? What if she can never forgive me? My stomach churns and I feel her hands on my shoulders. "Talk to me" she says and I nod and follow Monica to her bed. I sit down on the edge and she gets under the covers and lies against the pillow. "I was out" I tell her and she nods. "Yeah I started to realize that when you didn't respond." "Please don't be mad." I plead with her and her eyes silently close and a tear slips down past her cheek. I move to wipe it away and she flinches at my touch. She lets out a long sigh and opens her eyes to see the guilty look on my face. "Why wouldn't you take me with you?" She asks me and I scoot on over towards the empty space on the bed and she rolls around to face me. "I wanted to buy you something" I spit out before I realize the words have plagued my life. "I should go" I say and stand up. "Wait!" She calls out and I look back before I head out of the room. "G'night" she answers and I know that whatever was running through her mind, didn't have to do with going to sleep. I head back towards my room cursing myself under my breath. ''I should have told her how I feel...I should have given it to her." I pull off my work clothing, and leave my black silk boxers on. I lie back, and slip under the cool bed sheets. I toss and turn thinking of all the recent mistakes I've made, how could I even imagine myself being worthy of her touch. I roll over contemplating what to do. Maybe I should go to her, but I shouldn't wake her...just leave the gift on her nightstand for her to see. After finally coming to a decision, I stand up and head towards the adjoining hotel room door. "John" I hear her breathe deeply, and she emits a soft sexy sigh. I watch her sleep for a moment and can only ponder those thoughts in her dreams. I place the small box on her nightstand, and hear her murmur a soft moan. I move beside her and finger her hair behind her ear. I see a natural sweet smile creep onto her face, "John?" "I'm sorry I woke you, Mon you should get back to sleep." "No." She responds, and my heart flutters. "Why did you come in?" She turns on the bedside lamp, and gives me her undivided attention. "I wanted to give you something," I respond and she smiles lazily at me. "Does it have anything to do with where you were at earlier?" She asks me. A smile creeps on my face, and I take a seat beside her on the bed. I grab ahold of the box and give her a shy smile, "I wanted you to have this." I hand her the small navy blue box, and her eyes light up. She's got the sweetest smile on her face, and that's what I love most about her. "John, you shouldn't have..." She tells me, as she opens the box. Reyes: I still can't believe John's come into my room, it's not like him, or is it? I can't believe the dream I just had either; I hope he hasn't caught on. I open the box to see the most beautiful silver heart necklace, the same one we saw in the store earlier. "It's beautiful" I send him my warmest smile, and hope he realizes how much this means to me. I remove it from the box, "here let me help you Mon," and I pull back my hair for him to clasp the chain. "John you are such a sweetheart. You are the only guy I know who doesn't think of himself first." "You like it then?" He questions, and I laugh. "Of course I like it, but most of all I like who it's from." I wrap my arms around John giving him a nice hug, and a soft kiss on his cheek. "Thank you" I whisper and hope that he'll get the courage to kiss me. Although I must admit, this is a pretty big step. I look down, and finger the chain as his eyes meet mine. I want him to stay the night, but I also don't want any regrets in the morning. "Sleep here" I say, and pull back the bed covers. I hear him take in a breath, and I move to shut off the light. "Just sleep" I remind him, and settle on my stomach for some much-needed rest. I feel the bed shift as his body slides under the covers beside mine. I wish he'd wrap his arms around me, for that skin-on-skin contact, but I'll manage. "G'night" I hear him murmur and my head turns to face him. "Night." I shut my eyes and feel sleep win over. Doggett: I watch as Monica falls fast asleep, not being bothered by my presence in her bed. Now me on the other hand, what was I thinking? How am I ever going to fall asleep again? I see this being one of those moments in time you wish to re-live. I definitely wish I would have kissed her when she thanked me, but this really isn't so bad. I watch her sleep peacefully, and wish our lives weren't nearly as complicated. Of course Monica would tell me I'm the one making this difficult and maybe she's right. I give into my desires, and feel the need arise to touch her. I gently run my hand along her back, and she let's out a soft sigh as she rolls into my embrace naturally. I hear her emit a soft purr in her sleep, and move in towards her lips. I study their form, memorizing every line and detail. In hopes of imagining what our first kiss together would be like, and hoping that one-day we'll experience it. "If only you knew" I whisper into the night air, and drift off to sleep. Reyes: "Sleep here, with me" I whisper seductively and watch as John strips off his boxers, and pulls me to him. I feel his fingers run along my back, and I moan out wanting more. We're lying on our sides facing one another, and his leg slides between mine as he rolls us over. I'm lying on my back, and I can feel John's weight hovering above me. His lips ferociously meet mine, and my hands tear at his back, pulling him closer to me. I can feel the heat radiating off his body. His lips fall to my left breast, and he whispers "A--leads to" and his tongue circles my areola and gently sucks my nipple. As his words continue, "B leads to" his tongue moves to my right breast, and his lips gently suck as I arch my back, wanting him to take more into his mouth. "C" he breathes deeply as his hands move down my waist and I feel his breath at my center. His fingers probe my opening as his tongue begins stroking my warm moist center. My cries are silent, as I breathe out and feel his touch electrify and excite me. The stimulation is too much, and yet not enough. His hands steady me as he continues to eat me alive. "John" I breathe out in ecstasy and feel myself coming. As I lay beside him I whisper "you are getting the hang of this job" and I feel his fingers slip into my wetness. I open my legs to him as he positions himself above me and slides on in. I feel my body stretch to accommodate his fullness and he begins thrusting into me. I feel his weight shift, and suddenly I find myself alone in bed! My eyes flash open and I see John sleeping in bed beside me. His arm is clinging onto my side, and I feel his fingers on my lower back, touching exposed skin. I take in a breath to calm my racing heart. My dream has left me unsatisfied, and hungry for more. Worst of all I have the guy of my dreams in my bed, but he's sound asleep. I lean into his embrace pressing my breasts against his chest. My hands fall on his ass and I bring his hips to mine. I feel myself desiring more. Should I wake him up? Would he even consider making love to me? I close my eyes and feel his breath against my lips. I think back to the dream I just had, and wish he knew what I was thinking. I feel his lips graze mine and he lets out a low guttural moan. "Mon" I hear the single word escape his lips and know exactly what he's dreaming about. Doggett: "Sleep here" she demands and takes charge of the situation. She peels off one layer of her clothing, revealing a glimpse of more flesh. After she parts with her dark red camisole, my eyes are fixated on her perfect breasts. Each one is full and rosy and I can no longer continue as a spectator. My hands come up to touch and caress her. I watch to find every spot that makes her shiver with delight. I move my lips down to her breast, and my lips gently graze her nipple. I can't suppress the feelings inside me that stir, and I moan out her name, as I feel her hips grind into mine. My eyes dart open to realize it was only a dream, and I see Mon eyeing me with a smile. "What?" I can't help but ask as her eyes study my lips. "You were talking in your sleep," she tells me and I can't help but blush. "What did I say? Anything interesting?" "Yes actually" and she smiles back at me not letting onto what I said. I think back to the sexiest dream in my life, and wonder how real it was. Where exactly were my hands, and what were they doing? What about my lips? Did I moan out in my sleep? Monica won't let on to whatever it is. Maybe it's for the best; at least for now. "How was it?" Monica asks and gives me a wide grin. My hands move from her hips, and I hear a soft whimper escape her lips. "How was what?" I respond. "Your dream. Care to share the details?" "I'm not in a very sharing mood," and I see her face plummet. "I'm sorry." "Don't be," she tells me, "I just thought it might be nice to share our dreams and desires with one another." Reyes: Why is he making this difficult? Am I going to have to divulge my latest dream to get us on the right track? "Go ahead" he tells me, and I roll onto my back and stare at the ceiling. "I was dreaming about having the greatest sex imaginable, with the greatest guy in the world." I turn my head in his direction and meet his gaze, "and you woke me up!" I playfully nudge his arm and his gaze falls out the night window. "Aren't you going to share? I know for a fact yours was just as intense as mine, if not more so by the look on your face." "Only if you share the details. Who was this great guy?" "John, you have to share something if you're really interested." "Alright then, I was nibbling on the most beautiful woman alive." "Who?" I ask enthralled in his words. "Nuh uh." He shakes his head. "Details Mon." I take in a breath and realize if I do this right, I'll never have to sleep alone again. "I ask the man in my dreams into my bed, and feel the weight on the bed shift as he slips under the covers naked. He pulls me into his arms, while we're lying on our sides his leg slides between mine, opening me up for him." I take in a breath feeling the heat rise in the room, and I roll onto my side facing John, imagining his hands on me. "Go on" he breathes deeply and I can tell this is as much a turn on for him as it is me. "The man runs his tongue along my neck, and his fingers stroke my back to the same rhythm. He continues kissing my flesh, and tasting my breasts. Each stroke different but just as arousing. His tongue delves into my navel and I shutter with anticipation." John's breathing has become ragid and I know my voice has lowered into a deep sultry tone. I can only assume he's imagining me doing these things to him. "Don't stop now" he replies and I nod. My fingers slide up John's arm as I feel his body spasm. I inwardly smile at the fact that I do this to him. "He touches and tastes my wetness. His lips meet my opening and I try to scream out in ecstasy, but no words are heard. He continues his assault on my body, until I'm ready to take him in." I hear John gasp, and feel his body becoming fully aroused from my words alone. "Sorry" he breathes between clenched teeth, and my hands can no longer linger on his arms. My hands reach into his boxers, and just as I graze his flesh, he jumps up and heads into the bathroom and shuts the door. Doggett: What am I doing? I think to myself. I could have the most beautiful woman in my arms, but it shouldn't be in some dingy motel room. It's not right, or least of all fair to her. She deserves better. I turn on the faucet and run cold water on my face, and notice my hard on straining through my boxers. "Just great" I mutter thoroughly amused at how I came to find myself in this predicament. I never imagined Monica divulging an erotic dream, then again I never imagined me running into the bathroom when she touched me either. It's not that I don't want her, oh god I do. I just don't want her thinking I'm here only for sex. I want the entire package, and I want her to know it before we jump on in the sack. "John?" I hear her knock softly on the door and jiggle the handle. "Not now" I mutter back grimly to her and can sense her anguish through the door. I'm hurting her. I don't want to be, but I don't want to jump into things just yet either. My life is finally making some sense, why screw it up? I realize if I don't finish what's been started, it's only going to be more painful in the morning. I imagine Monica's hand reaching into my boxers, and stroking every ounce of my flesh. I imagine us back in bed, lying together like we were, before I took the coward's way out, and her legs fall around mine so I can't move. My body begins to spasm as her fingers graze the head and I suck in a deep breath. "Mon please" I imagine myself chanting out, and she releases her grip, and I fall against the bed. She slides my boxers all the way off, and moves her lips down onto the head. Her tongue teases me, as her hands stroke my balls and shaft. Monica takes me into the back of her throat, and continues torturing me on the brink as she senses my release. "Monica" I breathe between clenched teeth, and she feels my seed being released. I continue the vision in my mind, and see her pulling the covers on over us, and resting her head on my chest. "Next time you're sharing your dream." She teases and I press a kiss to her cheek. Monica sits up and our lips meet for the first time in a sweet enchanted kiss. "What brought this on?"' I ask her with a sexy grin on my face. "A leads to B leads to C" she responds and I laugh along with her. My fingers run along her arm, and she leans into my embrace as we both fall fast asleep. I open my eyes to see Monica starring at me, with my boxers around my ankles. "Monica wait" I cry out as she exits the bathroom with a terrified look on her face. I pull up my boxers and follow after her. Reyes: "Why? So you can hurt me some more? I heard you in the bathroom…I saw whatever it is that you saw John. I know you'll refuse to believe it, but what you imagined me telling you and doing to you, I heard, saw and felt everything that was in your head." John's looking at me with a confused look on his face. "You caught me touching myself, I won't deny that. But what I imagined you couldn't have seen, or experienced, it's not possible" he responds. "I saw more than that John. I saw what you saw, in your mind, and in your heart. What if it is possible? What if it happened because we wanted and wished for it so badly that we both imagined it together?" "All the wishing wouldn't change the present," he reminds me. "No but perhaps it could change the future." His eyes watch mine intently, and I take a seat on the bed and look at the clock reading 6:30 a.m. My gaze darts out the window to the sun shining through the curtains, and he still hasn't said anything else. "I should take a shower" I respond and stand up, heading for the bathroom. "Wait." He tells me and I shake my head. "That's what I'm tired of doing John, waiting." I let out an exasperated sigh "I've been waiting for what feels like an eternity, and sooner or later I'm going to move on." "I know" he responds and I let out a laugh. "You know?" I respond dryly. I want to shout out to him 'then why don't you do something about it?' However I can't bring myself to hurt him, and I believe speaking those words might. He takes my hands in his and leads me towards the bed to sit down. I laugh as his fingers run through mine and they're a bit sticky. "Sorry" he murmurs and heads towards the bathroom to wash his hands. I grab ahold of his other hand, stopping him in his tracks. "Don't" I tell him and take his fingers in my mouth, one by one, gently sucking them clean. I roll my tongue around his finger, and gently latch on. His breathing quickens and intensifies and he moves to straddle me on the bed. I lie back, as I feel his body above me, and his lips slowly descend towards my own. "Bzzzzz" the alarm clock jars us from our frame of mind and John stands up, and looks at me nervously once again. The spell has been broken; I let out a soft sigh. John's fingers linger on my own, his thumb brushing against the back of my hand, and I inwardly smile. "See you in a few?" He asks me and I nod. "Yeah." He heads back towards his room to take a shower, and I hop in mine, going over the events of the previous night, and fiddling with the necklace John gave me. A smile creeps up on my face, and I know that things have finally taken a turn in the right direction. The End.