Title: Bars and Bellybutton Rings Author: B R Cary writerbabe1013@hotmail.com Rating: NC-17 Spoilers: None Disclaimer: Nope not mine, although I wouldn't mind laying claim to John Doggett. ; ) Summary: What is it about a certain piece of jewelry that makes John Doggett lose the control he is so famous for? Feedback: Please. I would LOVE to know that you thought of this story - good or bad. Send all feedback to writerbabe1013@hotmail.com Archive: Anywhere, just let me know first. xxxxxxxxxxxxx Special Agent John Doggett sat with beer in hand and his back to the bar, watching the crowd around him. The place reminded him of a meat market with all the single people trying desperately to see and be seen. Normally he hated drinking alone and would have never come here by himself, but everyone he had called was busy or out of town. Okay, in truth he had only called Special Agent Monica Reyes, his partner, but she had not been at home. It was when he had gotten her answering machine that he remembered her saying that her family was coming in from Mexico City for a visit. She was taking the whole next week off to spend with them. He did not begrudge Monica a chance to visit with her family, it was just that it had become their Friday night tradition to grab a drink after work. He had not realized how much he counted on or looked forward to it until now. Bored, John was about to put his mug on the counter and head home when he suddenly spotted something out of the corner of his eye. Turning, his attention was suddenly focused on the most amazing example of womanhood he had ever seen. The woman wore tight, black leather pants that rode low on her shapely hips. Her top was a cropped, red, leather corset that showed off her cleavage and her flat, toned abs. But what drew John's eyes the most was the small, silver hoop that adorned the woman's navel and gleamed in the bar's low, smokey lighting. He had never been one for body piercings. In fact they normally turned him off. But there was something about seeing one on this woman that made him want to run his hands or, better yet, his tongue over it. The woman made her way over to the bar and came to stand next to John. She ordered a beer, then slowly turned to him. "You know, you would be so much cuter if your mouth was not hanging on the floor." John watched as a teasing smile crossed the woman's face, making her even more stunning. "If you don't want people to stare, you shouldn't go out dressed like that." The woman laughed, which caused John's desire level to notch even higher. "Oh, forward and to the point. I like that in a man. So what's your name, cowboy?" John hesitated for a moment. Should he tell her his real name? Then he decided that since it was such a common first name, what could it hurt. "John." "Fitting," the woman replied. "It is a name that implies strength. I'm Angel." "I could give you a cheesy one-liner right now about heaven missing you, but I won't," John tossed back, surprised at how comfortable he felt around this woman. Angel laughed again. "Thank you, and I promise not to ask you your sign." "I appreciate that." Looking at John again, Angel asked, "So, are you waiting for someone to join you? I mean, you don't strike me as the type of man that usually drinks alone." "The person I normally come here with couldn't make it, so, yeah, tonight I drink alone," John answered. "Funny, the same thing happened to me. Lucky for us, I guess. Well, since we are here, would you care to dance?" John hesitated again. Normally he hated to dance, but the thought of holding this woman in his arms was quite a turn on. Why shouldn't he? After all, it was only a dance, right? He put his beer on the counter, then stood up and took the woman's pro-offered hand. "Sure, why not?" Angel's hand was soft and warm in John's. She led him to the dance floor, but instead of stopping, she bypassed it and headed for the darkened area at the back of the bar. She must have noticed John's surprise because she leaned in close and said," You didn't seem that thrilled about dancing, so I thought you would be more comfortable away from the crowd." John smiled at Angel's comment, knowing deep down that she had just wanted to get him alone. He was flattered by that. It had been a long, long time since a woman had come on to him in such an obvious manner. It was a nice feeling. "Thank you," he replied as he gently pulled Angel into his arms. He began to move along with the beat of the slow song that was playing. Angel began moving with him. John could not help noticing how well she fit into his arms. As the two of them moved in unison, he wondered when the last time he danced with a woman was and realized with a start that it had been about three months before Luke had been born. He also realized that holding Barbara had never felt like this, as nice as it had been. This was hot and sexy. With Barbara it had been comfortable, which had not been a bad thing. It was just that this made him feel alive. He pulled Angel a little closer and felt her bellybutton ring press into his stomach even through the fabric of his T-shirt. The feel of it caused him to moan lightly. Angel moved back a little. "Are you all right?" All John could do was nod. He did not trust his voice at the moment. His gaze met Angel's and before he fully realized what was happening, he was leaning in and capturing her lips with his. He felt a shock run through his entire body. Keeping one arm wrapped around Angel's waist, he slid the other up her back. Burying his hand in her hair, he deepened the kiss. God, it felt so right to be kissing this woman. He moved his mouth down to Angel's neck, using the hand he had in her hair to tip her head back to give him more to kiss. John was so into making sure that no part of Angel's neck was missed that he did not notice two things. The first was that the music had changed and a heavy, hard, rock beat filled the bar. The second was that Angel had slipped one of her hands between their bodies. It did not even fully register when she undid the buttonfly of his jeans and slip a hand inside. However, Angel's hand lightly grasping his dick caused John to pull back from her neck. "What are you doing?" he asked, completely embarrassed at how breathless he sounded. A mischievous smile crossed Angel's face. "If you don't know, I'm not doing it right," she answered as she continued to lightly stoke him. John moaned again, giving himself into the feelings Angel was causing, then the sound of breaking glass caused him to become once again aware of where they were. Furtively, he glanced around to see if anyone was looking at them. Luckily his back was toward the main part of the bar and all the other customers seemed too busy with their own business to notice that he was standing in a dark corner with a woman's hand down his pants. "We can't do this here," he said, his common sense finally over riding the lust-filled brain. "We're in the middle of a public place." Angel stopped stroking him and leaned forward, whispering in John's ear. "That is all part of the fun. It's taboo, it's not something normal people should be doing, should want to do. But just let yourself go, John. Take a walk on the wild side. Give yourself into the pleasure." She started stroking him once more. Every fiber in his body told John that this was wrong. He should not be allowing this to happen. After all, he was an ex-cop and a current FBI agent. He knew the laws against public indecency, but he could not get his body to respond to what his mind was telling him. Angel's hand felt too good. Deciding to just do as she said and give into what he was feeling, he began to kiss her again to mask the sounds her touch was causing. As she continued to stroke him, he could feel his orgasm building. And though he tried to still the movement, he began thrusting his hips against Angel's hand, trying desperately to create more friction. Despite his discomfort with where this was happening, John could not believe that it was. It was a bit mind-blowing to him that he was in this situation - a young, beautiful, incredibly sexy woman was given him a hand job in the back of a bar filled with people. This woman could have any man in the place - no make that any man in the world - and he had chosen to be here with him. It was a heady experience (pardon the pun). Suddenly, just as John felt the beginning of his orgasm start to cause his body to tense up, Angel stopped and pulled her hand out of his pants. He broke the kiss they were still engaging in and stepped back slightly, confused as to why she had stopped and more than a little frustrated. He had almost been there. "Why did you stop? You're the one who told me to let go and enjoy what you were doing." "You're right, I did, but I just realized that I have nothing to clean you up with. I could go get some napkins, but I figured that would be a bit conspicuous," Angel said with a sheepish look on her face. "I'm sorry. I guess I shouldn't have started this here." John shook his head, then an idea came to him. He had already crossed one line tonight, so why not go for broke. He grabbed Angel and kissed her once more. He made a path to her ear. "Well," he said in a low, husky voice, "now we are just going to have to finish what you started and here seems like as good a place as any." Turning Angel around, he guided her to the very back of the bar where the bathrooms were. Opening the door to the woman's room, he was happy to see that it was empty. He stepped inside, making sure that Angel was right behind him. John walked across the room and into the farthest stall. After closing and locking the door, he turned to Angel. He started to ask if she was all right with this when she grabbed him into a kiss. It was even more intense than the ones they had shared in the main area of the bar. John felt Angel start to pull his shirt up, so he broke the kiss for a moment and yanked it off. He dropped it on the floor, beyond the point of caring about the sanitation of the room. Reaching down, he undid the button of Angel's pants. As he began pushing them down, he realized that she had no underwear on underneath. The sight of her naked lower body caused him to sink to his knees. He trailed kisses over Angel's exposed midriff. When he reached her bellybutton, he touched the silver ring that was there. "God," he said softly, "this thing is hot." He ran his tongue lightly over it, then gently sucked it into his mouth. The cool metal was an interesting sensation against his warm tongue. He played with it for a few moments, making sure to pay equal attention to her bellybutton as well. Then he caught the aroma of Angel's arousal. Never in his life had he smelled anything so wonderful. It was deep, musky, and just a little spicy. He knew he had to taste her as along with smelling her. Pulling back a bit, John adjusted himself on the floor so that his discarded T-shirt was under his knees. Grasping Angel's hips, he ran his tongue over her bellybutton ring once more on his way to the area between her thighs. As he ran his tongue over her, a shudder ran throughout Angel's body. She tasted even better than she smelled. He continued his oral exploration, alternating between licking and sucking. Just as his had earlier, Angel's hips began moving as she gave herself into the pleasure. John wrapped one arm around her waist and the other hand he slipped in to join his questing tongue. When he gently thrust his fingers up into her, Angel moaned his name and her whole body tensed up. After she came, John gave her one final lick, then stood up. "That was incredible," Angel said softly, still a bit out of breath. "I'm just getting warmed up," John replied, surprising himself with some of the thoughts that crossed his mind as he said that. He usually approached sex with a certain reserve. Always before he had put the woman's needs before his own, never allowing himself to give totally into what he was feeling, never allowing himself to go beyond what most people would consider "normal". But he already had with this woman. I mean, he was getting ready to have sex in the bathroom of a bar, for god's sake. He wondered what it was about this woman that effected him in this way. Angel smiled and leaned forward, wrapping her arms around John's neck. As their lips met, John pushed down his jeans. They were still undone from Angel's earlier exploration, so they slid easily to the floor. He knew how ready Angel already was, so he did not worry about that. Putting a hand on either of her hips, he moved to stand in front of her. Angel released him for a moment, kicked off her shoes, then stepped out of her pants. Once she was done, they resumed their former positions and as they began kissing, John slid into her. He groaned deeply at the feeling of Angel wrapped around him. She was hot and wet and fit him like a glove. It was if her body was made for his. He began sliding slowly and steadily in and out of her, keeping the pace relaxed. He did not want this to be over too quickly. Angel began counter-thrusting and the feel of the cool leather of her top rubbing against his naked, sweaty chest only excited him further. He kept up the slow pace for a few moments, then gradually began increasing the speed and force of his thrusts. Angel seemed to agree with this new pace because she broke their kiss and tossed her head back, moaning loudly. John began to nibble and lick the exposed skin of her neck, which only intensified the sounds of Angel's moans. He hoped that the sound of the music in the bar was drowning out all the noise they were making because seeing Angel so turned on was causing him to respond just as vocally. John could feel his orgasm quickly approaching. He was amazed he had held out this long. He could tell that Angel was not yet there, so he slid one hand down her leg and lifted her knee up to his waist. Angel got what he was trying to do and wrapped her leg around him. This caused him to change the angle of his thrusts and allowed him to go even deeper. The sound of Angel's moans deepened as well. This alerted John to the fact that she, too, was now close. As he felt himself start to go over the edge, he reached down and began stroking Angel close to where they were joined. The extra sensation worked and he felt Angel tense up around him just as he released himself into her. He called out her name and she did the same with his. After their mutual release, they stayed wrapped up in each other's arms. A few minutes later, John felt Angel start laughing. He pulled back a little and looked at her. "What's so funny?" "God, John, I can't believe we just had sex in the women's restroom. I thought we were tying to be discrete?" "Hey, I wasn't the one who stuck my hand down your pants. And not that I wasn't thrilled to see you, Monica, because I obviously was, I thought you were out with your parents. I didn't get an answer when I called your house earlier," John said as he looked down at his beautiful partner and pushed a lock of hair away from her face. "I was, but they were tired from the long flight. I swung by your place after I dropped them off at the hotel. When you weren't home, I figured you must have come here to fulfill our Friday night tradition alone, so I decided to surprise you," Monica explained. John laughed softly. "That you did. I've never seen you dressed like that before." Monica laughed as well. "All part of the surprise." Reaching down, John pulled up his jeans, grabbing Monica's leather pants and his T-shirt as he did. He handed the pants to Monica. "It was a very nice surprise, but I have two questions." "And what is that?" Monica asked as she slipped into her pants. "Why did you ask me my name?" "I thought it would be fun to pretend we didn't know each other. I wanted to see how you would react." John nodded. That sounded like Monica. He loved that she had such a playful side. "Okay, that I understand, but why did you give me the name Angel, especially after I gave you my real first name?" A blush crossed Monica's features. "I chose Angel because you called me that our first night together." Monica's explanation brought a smile to John's face as he recalled that night only a mere month ago. He had finally gotten up to courage to admit to Monica how he felt about her and he had been amazed and delighted to find out she felt the same way. He had led her to his bed and they had made love for the first time. As he had lay there afterwards, he remembered looking down at her and whispering that he loved her and that she was his angel. "I thought you were asleep." "I wasn't. I know how hard it is sometimes for you to express yourself, John. Just know that I love you and treasured those words," Monica said, smiling though there were tears in her eyes. John's smile got wider in return, then he slipped his T-shirt over his head. "I love you, too, Monica. Don't ever doubt that." He paused for a second. "As much as I would love to take up permanent residence here, I think we have been extremely lucky that no one has walked in on us." "I couldn't agree more," Monica said as she stepped back into her shoes. As she took a step through the door John had just opened, a look of disgust crossed her face. "What?" Monica blushed again. "Nothing major. I just realized that leather pants with no underwear are not the most comfortable things to wear right after sex." John snorted, then started laughing again. "No, I suppose not." He noticed Monica looking at him with a thoughtful look on her face. "Now what is it?" "I was just thinking that if I had known you were going to react to my bellybutton ring like you did, I would have gotten one years ago." John reached down and gently played with the ring in Monica's bellybutton. "As hot as this thing looks on you, it's not the bellybutton ring that is such a turn on. It's the person that it is attached to that is." A smile lit up Monica's face just before she leaned in and gave John a kiss that said what words just could not express. She then stepped back and walked to the door of the bathroom. She stopped at the entrance and turned back toward John. "So, I guess that means I should cancel my appointment to get a tattoo then, huh?" She raised her eyebrows playfully and opened the door. The thought of something so primal gracing Monica's golden skin caused John to bite back a moan. As he followed her out of the bathroom, he wondered if her could talk her into keeping that appointment. The End Author's Notes: Surprise!! Did you really think I would write about any other woman besides Monica to get THAT close to John. ; ) Being the true DRR lover that I am, I would allow that. I hope you liked the twist ending and that it was actually a surprise.