Title: Corner Pocket: Sunday (3/3)
Author: PegE
Email address: Feedback (pleeeez) to mmo520@yahoo.com	
Rating: NC17
Pairings: Doggett/Reyes
Warnings: M/F consensual sex. Some mild D/S themes. Underage? 
Squeamish? Look elsewhere.
Spoilers: 

Status: Complete
Date:
Archive: Sure, just tell me where.
Series/Sequel: 3rd in series following Corner Pocket: Friday and 
Corner Pocket: Saturday
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Summary: Monica loses a bet, but she doesn't seem to mind. (Can you 
say smut biscuit?)


Disclaimer: These characters aren't mine...yadda...yadda...yadda

Notes:


John Doggett was having the most wonderful dream.

He and Monica Reyes were at the pool table. It was her turn to shoot, 
and she smiled at him and said, ``Wanna see my trick shot?``

The next thing he knew, he was lying back on the table as Monica 
thoroughly ravished him. He could smell the scent of her skin and 
taste her sweat as they kissed. He could feel her nails digging into 
his shoulders as she rode his cock.

The bar was packed, but the other patrons were ignoring them as they 
raced to the finish. Monica was screaming his name as she climaxed 
and he could feel his own orgasm coming nearer and nearer and 
nearer...

He awoke with a start to find Monica sliding into bed beside him. 
``Sorry, `` she murmured as she snuggled close. ``Had to go to the 
bathroom.`` Seconds later, she was sound asleep.

Doggett checked the clock: 4 a.m. Sunday, and he and Monica were in 
bed together, naked. The taste of strawberries lingered faintly on 
his tongue and he smiled at the memory and pulled Monica closer.

Life is good, he thought, and he closed his eyes and surrendered to 
sleep.

He woke again hours later to find Monica nuzzling his throat as her 
hand slid slowly down his stomach toward his groin.

Don't let it be a dream this time, he prayed, and rumbled, ``Keep 
this up and I'm going to expect this every morning.`` He inhaled 
sharply when her fingers brushed his already-erect cock. Everything 
seemed to be a step ahead of him today, but he wasn't complaining.
Her hand closed gently around his erection and she murmured, ``Keep 
this up, G-man, and you'll get it. ``

With one graceful move, Monica was straddling him. She smiled and 
leaned forward to kiss him and he slipped his hands up to cup her 
face. Several kisses later, Doggett was stroking her breasts and 
admiring the firm pink peaks of her nipples. One thumb brushed a 
nipple and she sighed. ``Kiss me there, John. `` Smiling, he 
complied, tonguing one nipple, then the other as she moaned with 
pleasure.

``I want you inside me, `` Monica demanded, and his hands slid to her 
ass as she aligned her body over his. ``Now, John. `` They moved 
together and both gasped as Doggett entered her. Monica gripped him 
firmly with her internal muscles, and then she was moving over him 
relentlessly. She kept riding him as she bent forward to kiss him. 
Their lips mingled, then locked and Doggett slipped one hand between 
her legs to gently stroke her clit. She opened to him immediately, 
working her hips faster between his cock and his teasing fingers.

He could tell by her breathing that she was close to climaxing. Soon 
she was murmuring his name as her hands tightened on his shoulders. 
He stroked her a little more firmly, concentrating on her orgasm so 
he could delay his own and she began chanting, ``Yes! `` as she 
thrust more rapidly toward him. Doggett watched, transfixed, as her 
face flushed and her body tensed. She cried out his name and then he 
was exploding, shouting wordlessly as he poured into her.

Moments later, Monica had nearly collapsed against him as they both 
gasped for breath. When she could move again, she leaned forward to 
kiss him thoroughly. When the kiss ended, she said, ``You make 
everything so good, love. Thank you.``

Doggett pulled her into another kiss. ``If you'll let me, sweetheart, 
I'll find a way to make it better, `` he promised.

Her smile was brilliant. ``I'm not going anywhere, John. You're stuck 
with me. ``

Monica shifted until she was half-draped across him, one arm 
stretched across his chest. She took his hand in hers and lifted it 
to her mouth, kissing the tip of each finger and then his palm. 
Doggett watched her, smiling. Her dark hair was wild and her golden 
skin was flushed from their lovemaking. She would show up at the 
office tomorrow, dressed in one of her ``I may be hot, but I can 
still kick your ass`` suits, and he wouldn't recognize her.

He kissed her forehead and said, ``When I can move again, gorgeous, 
let's go make breakfast. ``

``Hmm. Did you buy any food while you were out shopping yesterday? ``

``I think there are some strawberries left in the fridge, `` he said 
and they both laughed.

``God, John, that was wild. `` She shook her head, not daring to look 
at him. ``But it was so good. ``

He tilted her head back until their eyes met. ``If you want it to 
happen again, sweetheart, just say the word. Whatever you need, I'll 
give you. `` Then he leaned forward to seal his promise with a kiss.

Monica melted against him. Three or four kisses later, Doggett drew 
away, reluctantly. ``OK, if we're gonna finish this, I need 
nourishment.``

``You're such a romantic, John. `` Monica rolled her eyes, then 
laughed when her stomach growled audibly.

``At least I'm a quiet romantic, `` Doggett said and threw a pillow 
at her. ``C'mon, woman. I'm starving. Let's go forage. ``

He got up first and dug in the closet for a few minutes. When he 
emerged, he had pulled on a pair of jeans. He tossed Monica a white 
dress shirt that hung to her knees.

Monica was surprised at how well stocked the kitchen was. They 
spotted the pancake mix and stopped searching. Doggett grabbed a 
package of bacon from the refrigerator and Monica mixed the pancake 
batter as he cooked the bacon.

She decided to let him oversee the pancakes as well.

``You'd better handle this, `` she said, peering cautiously at the 
hot skillet. ``I always burn pancakes. ``

``Didn't your mother teach you the secret? `` Doggett asked. He 
wasn't sure if he was happier to cook for her or to learn there was 
something she couldn't do.

``We didn't eat a lot of flapjacks in Mexico City, John. Tortillas I 
can handle. For pancakes, we went to IHOP. ``

``Watch and learn. `` He took the bowl of batter from her, gave it a 
final stir and dropped two spoonfuls of batter into the skillet. 
``See the bubbles? ``

``In the batter? Yeah.``

``When they disappear, the pancake's ready to be flipped. `` Seconds 
later, he was flipping the two pancakes. ``Now count to 10, and the 
other side should be brown when you're done. ``

Sure enough. Two golden brown and miraculously unburnt pancakes.

The man was a miracle worker, even outside the bedroom, Monica 
thought. And he probably didn't even believe in miracles.

A short stack later, she sat at the table, watching him eat. He 
slathered the pancakes in syrup without wasting a drop, sliced the 
stack into quarters and happily devoured each quarter, dipping the 
slices into the extra syrup.

Monica ate her own breakfast at a more leisurely pace, happy just to 
look at him as he crunched down the last piece of bacon. ``Feel 
better? `` she asked.

He reached across the table to wipe a drop of syrup from the corner 
of her mouth, then licked it from his fingers. ``Much. Want some more 
coffee? `` When she nodded, he refilled both their cups. ``What's on 
the agenda today? ``

``Well, technically, that's your call, but I was sort of hoping you'd 
take me back to bed and have your way with me again. ``

Doggett pretended to consider, then shrugged. ``Works for me. `` He 
stood and, in one swift movement, swung her over his shoulder and 
headed back to the bedroom. 

Monica was still laughing when he set her back on the mattress. She 
scooted over to make room for him when he dove in next to her. 
Seconds later, he was drawing the shirt over her head. He pulled into 
her a kiss, then shifted to rest against the headboard. Monica 
straddled him as he began kissing and caressing her breasts. She 
groaned when he murmured, ``I want to taste you, `` and drew his 
mouth to her nipple. He suckled for several minutes and let one hand 
wander to stroke her pubic hair. He stroked her clit lightly with one 
long finger. ``I want to taste you here, `` he said, and slid down on 
the mattress so that he lie between her legs. ``Give it to me, 
Monica.``

She slid over him, brushing her hips teasingly close to his mouth. He 
chuckled as she teased him and blew a warm stream of air over her wet 
center. When he couldn't take it anymore, he grasped her ass and 
pulled her body down to his waiting mouth.

Monica groaned when his mouth fastened immediately on her clit and 
began undulating over his tongue. ``You feel so good, `` she told 
him, moving shamelessly as he suckled her. As his tongue began 
flicking lightly over her clit, she moved faster, nearly shimmying as 
she tried to keep up. She could feel the sensation building slowly 
and he teased her for long minutes, keeping her just at the brink as 
he tongued her. When she tried to rock more aggressively toward his 
mouth, he pinched her bottom and she froze immediately, forcing 
herself to hold still as he feasted on her.

Finally, he began sucking her clit again and she cried out as the 
orgasm crashed over her. He spanked her lightly several times as she 
rode him, and each smack intensified the pleasure she felt.

He kept suckling her and playfully pinching and spanking her bottom 
as she straddled him and soon she was coming a second time, and then 
a third. Doggett didn't stop until she nearly collapsed over him, her 
body completely limp with exhaustion.

He rose and eased Monica gently back to the mattress, parting her 
thighs with his knee. He stretched out over her and kissed her softly 
until she slipped her arms around his neck to pull him closer. Monica 
wrapped her legs around him and he groaned and entered her. 

This time he moved slowly, easing in and out of her body so that she 
felt everything. Tomorrow they would be back at work and he wanted to 
make this day last forever.
He kissed her again and soon they were moving together in an easy 
rhythm. ``God, John, you can do this to me forever, `` Monica moaned 
and he smiled down at her.

``I told you, sweetheart; anything you want. `` And he kissed her 
until they were both breathless.

Monica's orgasm took her by surprise; one minute, she was enjoying 
the heat and lean strength of Doggett's body melding into hers and a 
heartbeat later, she was overtaken by a keening pleasure that was 
almost painful in its intensity. She cried his name and bucked under 
him, pulling him with her as she came.

Afterward, Doggett eased his weight off Monica, but stayed inside 
her; he didn't want to let her go just yet. She was glad he didn't 
withdraw right away and relaxed under him, pulling him into another 
kiss.

``I love you, `` she murmured against his lips, and he smiled.

``I love you, too, gorgeous. So much we may have to quit our jobs, 
because I really don't want you to go. ``

Monica sighed. ``Well, you have that public administration doctorate, 
but my expertise isn't in high demand outside the bureau, so you're 
going to have to support us. ``

Doggett laughed and rolled off her. ``Your expertise is going to give 
me a heart attack one of these days, gorgeous. But I'll die happy. `` 
He pulled her close and they snuggled, half-dozing, until nearly noon.

Finally, Monica stirred. ``We should take a shower, `` she suggested, 
but neither of them made a move to get up. Finally, she stretched and 
stood. ``All right, I'm going to take a shower. You be lazy. ``

Doggett rumbled wordlessly and she laughed. ``I won't be long, `` she 
promised.

Twenty minutes later, she re-appeared, wrapped in one of Doggett's 
towels. ``Any idea where my clothes are? ``

``I think they're still in the living room, `` he replied, and 
smiled. Friday's suit and Saturday's sexy dress should both be in 
there, he recalled.

He stretched one last time and got up, heading for the shower. Monica 
heard the water come on and smiled as she gathered up the clothing 
scattered around the living room. Back in the bedroom, she slipped on 
her blouse and the gray slacks of her suit, then waited for Doggett.

He was wearing jeans and the gray USMC T-shirt when he came out. 
Seeing her, he smiled. ``Nice suit, but I think I like the dress 
better. In fact, I really prefer you in nothing at all, `` he said, 
and ducked when she threw a pillow at him.

He took a small box from the dresser and said, ``I picked up one more 
thing while I was out yesterday. It's for you, if you want it. ``

Monica took the box from him and studied it for a few minutes. Too 
big, and too soon, for a ring, she decided. She opened it and saw a 
long, thin gold chain with tiny links.

A belly chain.

She looked up at him. His expression was unreadable but his eyes were 
the most brilliant blue she'd ever seen.

A ring would obvious, considering they were surrounded by trained 
observers who really frowned on that sort of thing between partners.

She unfastened the chain and slipped it around her waist, then 
refastened it. She pulled her blouse free from the waistband of her 
slacks, then re-tucked it. She could feel the chain, cool and snug 
against her skin.

Very discreet. No one but Doggett would ever know she was wearing it.

She smiled at him, and he smiled back, at last. ``I love it, John. 
I'll wear it every day for you, `` she promised.

He grinned. ``You'd better, gorgeous. I plan to check. ``