Title: Ice Author: RPcrazy Category: DRR, Doggett POV Rating: The usual NC-17 Disclaimer: Wish the characters were mine but they're not, especially JD. Summary: Just read it for the smut and the unique ways of using ice. Feedback: Yes please, it's very therapeutic. holosweet@yahoo.com.au Part One X-Files Basement Office 7.30 pm Doggett: The basement office was hot in more ways than one. The ceiling fan had died and I'd gone scrounging for a portable one to ease the stifling heat in the stuffy room in the bowels of the J.Edgar Hoover building. It was late but these reports just had to get done before we could venture home for the evening. There I stood stock still at the door just gazing spellbound at the sight before me not sure whether I should interrupt. Monica lay back in her chair fanning herself with paper. Her tilted head showing the gleam of sweat on her neck down to the three undone buttons of her shirt. That was enough for me to feel the stirrings in my pants but what she did next was making me rock hard. Bending over her desk she went for the coffee cup brimming with ice and picked out one block. I felt like a naughty school boy watching as she wiped the ice slowly over her forehead, then over her cheeks then sucked it seductively in her mouth. Oh to be that piece of ice! Her mouth captivatingly opened and closed as she lay back eyes loosely shut drinking from the coolness in her throat. Fetching another block she took up the same position again and ran it under her chin and down over her neck to her cleavage. It left an enticing silver trail where it had been. If Monica knew I was there she wasn't letting on. Maybe I should have left then or broken the spell by entering the room but my body was not allowing me to follow my mind. With one hand she undid the next button and with the other kept trailing the ice down lower and lower. When all the buttons had been undone she moved the tails a little to the side exposing a flimsy white lace bra hardly holding in her enticing breasts. At this point I almost dropped the fan as I fell heavily against the doorframe. My eyes never leaving her I placed it quietly on the floor. She undid her front bra clasp and proceeded to cover her cleavage with wet coolness. I could tell she was getting turned on by this as much as I was. Her mouth was making cooing sounds as she moved her bra a little not quite exposing her nipples. Flipping off her shoes she lifted her legs onto the desk and began running a newly gathered piece of ice over them from the knee up. Hitching up her skirt, just hinting at what she wore underneath, she ran the ice along her inner thighs. I was about to come in my pants at that point and had to run to the restroom to recover. Had she seen me there? Her demeanor certainly didn't hint any knowledge of my presence. Once suitably recovered I took stock and returned picking up the floor fan on the way. "Ahem, Monica, I found one," I began talking even before I'd entered the door. I felt I needed to give her ample warning of my return. She was sitting there ice in mouth as though nothing had happened. Her shirt was once again buttoned but this time there was a little more cleavage showing. "That's good John, I was just about to pass out from the heat." Before I knew it she was sitting on my desk legs slightly apart. I could actually smell the sexy scent of her earlier arousal and I once again felt the tightening in my pants. My eyes must have widened as I looked from her eyes down to between her legs because she smiled at me and gave one of her small laughs. "John, I'm hot." "Yes, I know Mon, we both are. I'll just get this fan going." I went for the fan but she pushed me down with a bare foot to my chest. "No John, I'm hot for a man." I felt a large lump developing in my throat. I'd never seen her like this before. I'd always thought of Monica as a good friend but this Monica was different. She was bewitching. "Um, a man?" "Uh-huh. Not just any man." I preempted what she was about to say. "You want me?" My voice almost went squeaky, that damn lump! With that I found her in my lap legs either side of my thighs, her groin grinding into mine, her hands placed temptingly on my shoulders. I knew now that she'd felt the height of my own arousal. "Monica, no, we can't do this." My body wanted this so badly but my mind was saying this was not the right time or place. "Oh?" She pouted. "If we do this I want it to be special, not like this." That damn conscience of mine again! "But John, I need a man so badly, I am aching for sex now." "How about we finish these reports then you can come around to my place and we can see where it all leads us?" She got off my lap as quickly as she had found it and went for her coat. "Mon, what are you doin'?" I was worried about her sudden cool disposition. "Well John, if you won't have sex with me now I'm going to find someone who will." Like a brief gust of wind she was out the door and I was out of her favor. I couldn't allow this to happen. She was going to have casual sex with a man, any man because of me? I mentally kicked myself for letting the situation get to this point. By the time I'd tidied up for the evening and locked up the office she was long gone. I'd just have to go to her place and talk some reason. ........................ Part Two 67 Bennett Ave Washington DC 8.30pm I knocked furiously on her door but there was no answer. "Monica, it's John, let me in." Was I too late? Was Monica out looking for a man now? "Monica!" I tried desperately, willing her to just answer me. I'd have her there and then on the floor if she still wanted me. I imagined tearing each other's clothes off in the rush to feel skin on skin. The urgent need to feel her lean naked body on mine was almost too painful to bear. She wanted me. All these months I thought we were just friends. How long had she been thinking of me as a sexual being? "She's not home!" A voice came from a nearby door and I quickly turned to see an elderly woman perched in her doorway. I turned to face her ever hopeful that she may have more information than this. "Do you know where she's gone?" I must have appeared manic. "Yes, but she told me not to tell anyone." Moving up closer to this woman I tried to make my face appear pleading. "Look I'm her work partner and it's very important I find her." "I can't break my promise deary. She'll never trust me again." "Please, I implore you. If I told you she was about to make one big dumb mistake?" This was almost winning her over. "I just want what's best for her." The lowering of my voice and consciously trying to relax changed her steadfastness. "Okay, if it's for her well being, she's gone to Tony's Bar. You know the one I mean?" "Oh yes, it's a few blocks from here." Looking over my shoulder as I dashed down the hallway I thanked the woman as she was entering her apartment. Her hand went up in a gesture. Tony's Bar was a sleazy place I'd been to once when I'd just broken up with a girl and I felt like punishing myself. It was smoky and dank. Why had she chosen a place like this to pick up a man? Didn't she realise what she might catch here? I decided not to barge in but just find her and keep an eye on the situation first. I was also curious as to see how she was going to do the flirting thing. I picked up a beer from the bar and surveyed the revelers. Sitting at a small table I looked across scanning the room for signs of her familiar face and eventually settled on her dancing to the jukebox generated grunge. My eyes almost popped right out of my head. She was in a short tight green mini and matching boob tube. Her feet were bare and she had undoubtedly left the bra at home as her breasts bounced to the syncopated rhythms that the music provided. The man she was with was not her kind but she was certainly interested in him. The way her body moved and swayed seductively to the gritty strains must have been doing something to this man's mind and body. I felt like intervening then but I knew I could control any situation that may have arisen so decided to continue viewing. In all the years I'd known Monica I'd never seen her like this. What had changed? Was all this because of me? I admonished myself. Her hands now above her head she swayed her hips alluringly and bumped into the man's groin. This had the desired effect of his hands feeling around her bare midriff then up to cup her breasts through the fabric. I wondered whether management had seen this but lighting was dull and maybe no one cared. I cared. I wanted those hands to be mine feeling the suppleness with my fingertips. I wanted to slip my hands underneath the green fabric and whip off her top exposing herself to my ministrations. The man's hands were moving down over her hips and he was pulling her into his groin. She lapped all this up. Maybe Monica didn't really want me. Perhaps she just wanted the sex. This was the definite impression I was getting then. The thought of her going home with this man and him lying on top of her was repugnant. I wanted to be the one lying on top both of us completely bare just basking in mutual sexual haze. As his hands went over the green of her dress another man came up to them and also began dancing quite close to her. She didn't push him away, she welcomed the newcomer. He put something down the front of her top and by the look on her face it must have been some ice. What was it about ice and Monica? This was something about her I'd never known. Now Monica had two men feeling over her body and dancing closer than close. As one pair of hands felt over her breasts rubbing the ice over them the other lifted the hem of her skirt just revealing the lower edge of her buttocks. She was either wearing a thong or no panties. Monica was beginning to look a little uncomfortable then. I could see that she didn't want it to go this far. She began pushing one man away but he kept going back for more. When one man's hand went for between her legs that's all I could bear. At that point I had to intervene. That was my territory not theirs. "Hey you two! Get off her!" Monica looked startled as I paraded up to the struggling trio. "This is our girl, get lost loser!" That comment got my bristles up. "No she's my girl, now take a hike!" I shot him a glare that I used when I was totally serious. It didn't seem to work this time and he gave me a shove. "John, what are you doing here?" "C'mon let's go!" I took Monica's hand and went to leave but one of the men was a little too persistent and pulled me around and swung a punch. I ducked and it missed but I got him a good one in the groin with my knee. It stopped him painfully in his tracks. "Now go home to your wife and kids and leave my woman alone." I thought that was a priceless comment to leave hanging as I dragged a still startled Monica out into the street. "John, why are you here? I can look after myself." "Oh? Looks like they were looking after you in there." I pulled her along the sidewalk and crossed over the street. "Where are we going? My car's the other way." "I'm taking you somewhere to settle all this sex nonsense once and for all." Her struggles became less consistent as we crossed a few more streets arriving at my pre-planned destination. ..................... Part Three Old Inn Hotel 9.30pm "A double room please." The hotel receptionist looked us up and down and decided we were a suitable couple to take up residence in one of his rooms. I paid cash and took a now willing Monica up the stairs. Stopping at the ice machine I filled a bucket and we proceeded to our room. "John, you don't need to do this." "Do what Monica?" I pretended ignorance. "To have sex with me. If you don't want me then I'll understand." I unlocked the door and let her go in first. "Oh Monica, believe me, I want this." Her eyes lit up at that point. I could see all the anticipation behind her chestnut irises of what was to come that night. I sat the ice bucket down within easy reach of the bed. The room was hot and the fan overhead turned lazily as I faced Monica for the first time intent on giving her the first fuck of a lifetime. I slipped my hands around her middle and traced her slim waist with my fingers. Her eyes looked softly into mine and I moved in for our first ever kiss. My mouth opened immediate to the feel of her lips massaging mine. We pulled in each other closer and my hands moved down absently over her ass drawing her closer to my body and soul. Breaking the kiss only for a moment I reached over for an ice cube and lifted it to her mouth. She smiled as I popped it between her lips. We kissed again but this time we sucked the coolness, drinking the juices in both our mouths. The heat from this fantastic kiss soon melted the ice to nothingness so we went for more, sucking, licking, slurping, drinking, feeling. My hand went underneath her skirt and indeed found she was wearing no underwear. On realisation that I knew she gave a small laugh in my mouth. At that point I wanted to see her naked. I wanted to cover her body with kisses. Sensing my further arousal she moved back and let me remove her boob tube top and skirt revealing the most amazing body I'd ever seen. As I moved her backwards to lie on the bed I noticed her wonderful breasts heaving and remembered back to the ice in the office incident. Gathering a few blocks of ice in one hand I placed it between her breasts and heard her expel air as I did so. I moved the cool blocks all over feeling the hard nubs as I did so. This was so erotic and I could tell that she was in euphoria. My mouth moved down and took one of the melting cubes in my mouth and I sucked on one nipple. Only when it was gone did I find another and work on the other nipple and breasts the same way. Monica arched her back and made gravelly groans in her throat clearly enjoying the heat on my mouth with the coolness of the ice. Each time the ice melted I'd get a new one slowly working down her body and over her pubic hairs. She knew where I was going then and spread her legs to give welcome access. My face must have looked impish because I saw the glint in her own eye. I reached for another cube and then proceeded to pull apart her lower lips and rub the ice over her very hot center. Her moaning was becoming guttural as the ice melted slowly as it ran over her clit and vagina. I could almost see the steam emanating from the fiery embers. I bent down to lick all the juices that were being created there and heard her tiny whimpers as if in the distance. The next piece of ice I pushed inside her. I knew it would take no time to melt as it was like a furnace in there. I placed one, two, three blocks inside her pushing the prior ones up onto her canal then began to use my tongue inside her, my nose tickled her clit. As I drank I could feel her body tremble all around me and her fingers wandering unleashed through my hair. She couldn't talk. All I could hear was her ragged breathing and a few throaty gurgles. I finished up down below and let her lie there as I took off all my clothes because she was in no condition to even lift an arm at that point. Smiling at my successful assault on her body I lay beside her smelling her hair and feeling her delicate skin against mine. "Hmmm John." She could finally speak. "That was go-od." Her eyes were still closed and lips curled up in a contented smile. My member was straining for release but I needed to wait for her. I wanted her to make the next move. It didn't need to be forced. Her skin was dewy from all the kissing and melted ice and felt wonderful under my fingers. She rolled over to look in my eyes and once again I saw that spark coming back. "Your turn now Mr Doggett." I wondered what she had in mind. Those eyes held a myriad of possibilities. Her hand traced down over my chest leaving a glowing trail underneath my skin. Down, down it went to feel my now aching dick. "Hmmm, it's huge. I like." She raised her eyebrows grinning widely. Her fingers encircled the shaft and began moving up and down pushing an already turgid body part towards a throbbing heap. What she did next took the cake. Placing two ice-cubes in her mouth she moved down and I knew where she was going with this. Her mouth moved slowly down over the head and when I felt the cold my body jerked. Knowing she hadn't hurt but excited me further she continued fitting as much cock in her mouth she could accommodate with the ice. The sensation was indescribable but it did send painful, pleasurable shots up my groin mapping out all my body part by part. She sucked and drank as I knew I was about the experience the most profound orgasm I'd ever had. I'd never felt anything like this before. "You ... don't have ... to do .... this Mon." I tried to get out the words but it was probably gibberish to her. I exploded in her mouth and she swallowed all she could. I chided myself for letting her do this. I knew she would have wanted me inside her for this but she didn't seem to mind what she was doing. She let go of her hold on me then found another ice-cube and began her manual assault on me once more. To my surprise I began to respond and in no time I was rigid again. It was remarkable how this woman made me feel. "John, talk about stamina, you're my kinda man. On top of me now!" She ordered and I obeyed. This time I reveled in the feel of being inside her. The ice blocks had all melted and then I was in her satisfying her sexual needs further. It took longer this time for us to both come but at least our very first fuck was prolonged and pleasurable. When we had both been satisfied twice we gave ourselves permission to just lie in each other's arms basking in the afterglow of astounding sex. "You know Mon?" "What John?" I sensed she knew what I was going to say by her grin and wide, yielding eyes looking into mine. "I will never look at an ice cube in quite the same way ever again." Our bodies rumbled together in laughter. "And John, thankyou." "Thankyou? For what?" "For rescuing me from those men." "No problem but you do know how stupid that was." She leaned up on one elbow and looked into my eyes. I knew then that she had something else to say. There was that glint in her eye. "If you didn't come over when you did I was going to have to maim one or both of them." "Come over when I did? You knew I was there?" She laughed and nodded and then it all became clear in my mind. "You planned this. You wanted me to be there at that bar." She smiled affirmation. "I heard you coming down the hall this evening, I always do." "You staged the ice thing just for me? What about where you were going tonight?" "Mrs Jeffreys. I always tell her things I want others to find out. As soon as she hears the word secret then we know it's going to be repeated. You can count on it." "Monica, you didn't have to do all this to get me into bed with you. You could have taken up my offer and come over to my place and..." She placed a finger over my mouth and spoke quietly. "But wasn't this way much more fun?" I had to agree. This first time sex was going to be much more memorable than in either of our own beds. "So do you think we should go home now?" "What, and waste a perfectly good dirty night together?" Monica's evil glint returned. The thought of what lay ahead was thrilling for me. "And Mr Doggett, don't expect too much sleep tonight. What I can do with ice you can only dream about." "Hmmmm, that sounds promising." She was right on two accounts. We didn't get much sleep that night and every part of our bodies experienced the coolness of the ice in many erotic ways. The End ................ Hope you've cooled down a bit after reading that one. AnneB - RPcrazy