Title: On a Dare  [DRR version] 
Author: RPcrazy  
[holosweet@yahoo.com.au]
Category: DRR romance/smut, MSR romance, 
Doggett POV 
Rating: NC-17 
Summary: John Doggett once again is to face a lonely weekend but 
with a sudden twist of fate it will be the most memorable of his 
life. Notes: Mulder and Scully also make a significant appearance.

Chapter 1

Doggett was in two minds whether to finish his report or just to 
give up for the night. The light from his laptop monitor was 
mesmerizing but he knew if this weren't done then it would eat into 
his weekend. His lids were heavy but his heart and body were 
light. Monica had left for the next two days about an hour 
previously and once again Doggett had felt an opportunity had 
been lost but there had been so many lately that it was just the 
norm.

The looks, the touches, the closeness, the teasing clothes she wore 
all were driving him mad with desire for her. It scared him half to 
death, being in the job that they were. If he'd acted on impulses to 
do something about his feelings then their livelihoods would be in 
jeopardy. The agent's thoughts went back to that day when she'd 
been leaning over his shoulder as he sat there at his desk. Her hair 
had brushed his face and he had felt her warm breath on his cheek 
as she read over what he'd written so far about the case they had 
just completed. Her perfume was sweet, he'd recognised it from 
before and reminded him of happy times. Her hand rested lightly 
on his shoulder and he had felt the telltale sparks shoot down his 
arm then across to his groin.

What was stopping him from just swinging around, collecting her 
lithe body along his lap and kissing her? Her scent had been so 
hard to resist, her body so close to his. There was a moment when 
he really thought he would go along with his whim but it had 
passed.

"John?" He looked up quickly to see Monica unexpectedly there at 
the door. His mouth dropped just looking at her dressed in casual 
clothes her hipster jeans and well-fitted pale pink t-shirt showing 
off her slim frame. "You still here?" "Just finishing up for the 
weekend," he said a little lethargically, looking back at the still half 
finished report on the screen. "Why, do you have plans?" She 
walked over to her desk and opened the drawer. "No, I'll probably 
just put my feet up and watch the game." He was just about to bite 
the bullet and ask her for a beer when she began talking.

"Just forgot my reservation details." Holding up a folded piece of 
paper she went for the door again. "Reservation?" A whole myriad 
of pictures went through John's mind including a fleeting one of 
Monica and Brad in a motel room somewhere out of state. "Dana 
and myself are treating ourselves to a health spa for the weekend 
up north." She reached the door where she turned with a wide 
smile. "I was going to ask you but I thought you'd be working." 
She winked and made her smile wider.

Did she really mean it or was that smiling because she was joking? 
All weekend he would be imagining what they would be doing if 
she had asked him along. A health spa was not a typical weekend 
away for him but Monica would make it heavenly.

"John, that face is adorable." What face did she mean? "I'll invite 
you next time, okay?"

"Okay," he ventured tentatively, still not knowing if she was 
serious. "When are you leaving?" "In about an hour," she lifted her 
left hand to look at her watch, "I'm running a little late."

"Have a good time." In a way he was a little envious of Dana and 
said the words with reluctance. "See you Monday," were the last 
words before her scent was the only part of her left behind.

.....................

Ten minutes later he shut down his computer, not being able to 
concentrate on one word he typed. He would just get in early 
Monday morning before Monica arrived, to finish it. A weekend 
away from the office should clear his mind.

Rolling down his sleeves and doing up the buttons, then retrieving 
his suit coat from the rack, he left for the elevator. He could see his 
bike getting a good workout that evening. Planning a route he 
would take, the elevator doors opened to be confronted by a 
familiar but unexpected face.

"So what's Agent Doggett doing to be in such a hurry?" The smug 
face looked at him as he walked into the lift. "Mulder, you were 
wanting to see me?" He was dressed in casual gear and had on a 
visitor's pass badge. Without asking John pushed the basement 
button and looked at his male companion as the doors closed. 
"Looks like our ladies are away for the weekend, thought you 
might like to go out for a drink." He hadn't had an opportunity to 
get to know Mulder as a friend and lightened to the idea.

What had he meant about saying `our ladies'? Dana was obviously 
Mulder's but Monica was not John's. "Okay," He decided not 
pursue the comment.

The basement doors opened onto the parking garage and both men 
exited. "Harry's Bar in a hour?" Mulder headed for his vehicle and 
gave a low wave as he left.

As John made his way to his truck he smiled. Mulder could be 
annoying at times but this would be a way to forget about Monica 
at least for a few hours. He also couldn't believe how relaxed 
Mulder was for a change.

Chapter 2

Harry's Bar was a small place not far from the Hoover Builder. 
Mulder probably chose it because it was somewhere they both 
knew, given that they hadn't been out socially before. It was 
familiar territory. It was also a venue that didn't have a strict dress 
code so John had slipped on his jeans and jade green T-shirt. He 
had thrown on his short black leather jacket and on his feet he 
wore casual shoes. Given the casual nature of the place the 
management allowed smoking so it was a little smoky when John 
entered looking for his company for the evening.

"Doggett." John heard the voice from over by the bar and saw the 
hand signal to approach. "You're on time." He took a tall seat 
beside Mulder who was nursing a half finished beer glass 
suggested he had most likely been early. "Mulder." "What will it 
be?" Mulder asked as the bartender approached. John reached for 
his wallet as he spoke. "Same as him." "How do you know I'm not 
drinking ginger ale?" Mulder added his usual humor and John just 
chuckled. After paying the bartender and taking his first sip, then 
smacking his lips, they settled into some conversation.

"I heard you just finished a case." Mulder drank up his beer and 
held his empty glass up to indicate a replacement. "Yeah, turned 
out not be an X-File. The deaths of the three in the submersible, 
according to Dana, were due to a very rare form of food 
poisoning."

After a few minutes of Mulder talking about Dana's virtues, John's 
mind wandered to the two women and what they were most likely 
doing at that moment.

"So what do you think of this place Monica and Dana are going to 
this weekend?" John hadn't asked his partner any more information 
but he had thought about it while in the shower. "A health spa? 
What is that anyway?"

"I haven't been there but Dana assures me the Catskill Mountains 
are beautiful. Never been to a health spa before. I think they eat 
healthy, get massages, do a lot of girl talk."  He smiled as he 
sipped the new glass. "So not really a man thing?" John remarked 
as Mulder swivelled to be on an angle towards John, changing the 
glass to his left hand. "Apparently there's plenty to appeal to all but 
Dana wanted some time for herself and who was I to argue."

John just nodded and wondered where the conversation would go. 
There wasn't much in common between the two men other than 
their professions. As he sipped on his second beer his 
apprehensions seemed to lighten up and he decided to ask 
something that had been on his mind for a while.

"How are you and Dana getting on?" "Good," he said slowly. After 
a few moments it was clear he didn't want to chat about the woman 
he lived with. "And Monica?" "She's good, we differ in lots of 
ways but she's great to work with." John finished up his second 
beer. He would have to cool it if he was to safely drive home. 
Before he could say `no' Mulder was ordering him another. He had 
found himself in the mood for a few drinks. There was always a 
room he could reserve upstairs and drive home in the morning. It 
wasn't ideal but there was an option.

"So you two haven't got a thing?" Mulder looked at him with that 
sassy expression of his that spoke of already knowing the answer. 
"Now Mulder," John did a small sideways head movement. "You 
know that wouldn't be right." He decided not to go into the 
certainty that he and Dana had had a sexual relationship while they 
were still partners. "So you're not the least bit attracted to her? She 
is a striking woman." "Let's not go there, okay Mulder?" John 
waved his hand to accentuate his resolve.

"Oh man, you need a woman." As Mulder said this he swivelled on 
his chair giving him a span of the smoky room. John knew he was 
looking for a prospective suitor and just laughed quietly to himself 
and shook his head. Picking someone up in a bar was for spring 
chickens, not for men in their early forties. Mulder gave John a 
nudge with his elbow. "What about that one? The blond with the 
blue outfit?" John followed Mulder's gaze to a table with two 
women chatting. As if sensing they were being discussed one 
turned and then the other to look at the men. They smiled sweetly 
at the admiration. Both women were attractive but John was past 
that nonsense of pick-up lines in a bar.

"Mulder, let's just drink and talk and let the ladies do the same." 
John swivelled in his seat to face the bar and Mulder followed. "I 
have a proposition for you," he mentioned after a few seconds 
thinking. "I bet you twenty dollars that you could take home one of 
those women tonight."

John smirked and slowly shook his head, "Only twenty?" "Okay, 
one hundred then." Mulder was persistent. John wondered why he 
even cared. "I don't..." John only got out the two words before 
Mulder interrupted. "How about this then? You have a choice, 
either you go for the woman in blue or you have to kiss the first 
single woman to walk into the bar from now on. It has to be mutual 
and I have to be a witness."

"You're serious aren't you?" John looked up after another sip of the 
amber liquid. "So this is a dare? Do I have the option of telling you 
a truth?" "All right," the cogs moved in Mulder's brain. "Have you 
ever thought about sleeping with Monica?" John almost choked on 
his beer. Of course he had, it was only natural but he wasn't going 
to let on to anyone that he had.

"Okay, I'll take the dare." John knew by his decision that Mulder 
would know the truth but that was better than actually admitting it 
out loud. Yes, he had thought about sleeping with his partner, and 
then some.

...................

"What will it be then, Miss Blue or the door prize?" Mulder 
ordered another beer while John looked over to the two women 
who were obviously talking about them. "I'll take door number 
one." He didn't want to break up the chatting women and knew that 
Mulder wouldn't have wanted to occupy the other's time. The 
mystery of the catch was a little exciting especially after the 
alcohol he had consumed in such a short time. They took up 
position facing the door. When it opened there was a little 
apprehension and an intake of breath and then relief as the man 
looked briefly across to them and immediately walked over to the 
two ladies. Both men laughed just as the door opened again and 
this time it was Mulder who saw first because the man who had 
previously entered the bar was kissing Miss Blue.

"Doggett." John looked across to see Mulder beaming and then 
turned to see who had crossed the threshold.

It took a few moments to dawn because the sight had been so 
unexpected. There was a vision before him. She wore a sexy pale 
blue tank top with white buckle pants and strappy pale blue high 
heels. Her dark healthy hair had been curled and she wore a huge 
smile on her face when she saw John staring at her, mouth agape. 
John hardly saw the woman walking behind her. His eyes were just 
on his partner, Monica.

Comprehension struck him and he turned to Mulder for 
confirmation that the bet was still on. All he received in return was 
a pious smile and a small nod of the head.

No way could he go through with the dare. This was Monica, his 
partner. As she came closer, looking so good, with that wonderful 
smile of hers his mind was transfixed on her lips and the way they 
would feel if he actually kissed them. In his mind's eye he slipped 
his arms around those curves of hers and ran fingers over and 
down her back, as he tasted her essence.

"John." His brain snapped out of the tranced state that had been 
aided by the beers through his blood stream. "This is an 
unexpected surprise." When she looked over to Mulder, it was the 
first time he actually noticed that Dana had accompanied Monica. 
The original X- Files team kissed and greeted each other warmly. 
"Well, I have to ask." John trailed off.

"Dana couldn't make it after all." They both looked towards the 
redhead who began explaining. "I've had my name on a waiting list 
for a very popular pathology conference in Richmond this 
weekend. I received a call that a place had become available. 
People are coming worldwide for this." She looked at Mulder. 
"Two world renowned pathologist experts will be there Doctors 
Paul Cooney and Sarah Herschel."

Monica broke in, "Dana told me there was a slim chance that she 
may need to cancel her reservation," "So you're not going?" John 
inquired.

"I'm still going, I'll just fly up in the morning instead. Didn't know 
you two would be here." Monica looked across to the other seat 
where Mulder had his arms around his girl.

"Well, since the ladies are here," Mulder took the initiative and 
stood. "Let's find ourselves a booth." Four pairs of eyes surveyed 
the room and saw one last unoccupied table. The ladies headed 
over with the men close behind. Mulder gave John a nudge in the 
ribs and spoke quietly, leaning into his ear,

"We'll give you two some space but remember the deal, I have to 
see the kiss." "You have to be kidding me." "The bet is still on 
buddy. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone at work." Mulder grinned.

John knew that to back out with the reason that it was not right 
would not make him look weak. He could just state it firmly and 
Mulder would have to understand but deep down he wanted it to 
happen. So his silence after Mulder's last statement was a signal 
that it would go ahead, the dare was on.

.......................

John had been unusually quiet as the others talked about varying 
topics including work. Monica sat close to him, almost touching 
thighs and he wondered if it had been deliberate. She had certainly 
been more affectionate of late and he found himself noticing her 
clothes and perfume more so than ever.

"So it was Dana here who saved the day, helping us solve the 
case." He found himself focusing in on her voice. "It was 
something I had come across once before in my experience. All the 
pathology was there, I just had to make the connections." Dana, 
with a pleased expression, looked around to the three of them. "So 
how about we celebrate with a dance." Mulder asked his lady 
friend, also giving the chance for the other couple to have some 
alone time as promised.

The band had been setting up since they had arrived at the hotel 
and were then ready to play.

Mulder took her hand and she slid out of the bench seat. "Want to 
join us? Dana posed.

"No, we'll just talk." Monica decided. Dana smiled and nodded and 
followed Mulder to the dance floor leaving the newer X-Files 
partners alone. "You've been unusually quiet John. What's on your 
mind?"

"Oh, nothing much," he lied. "It's been a rough week and I'm a 
little tired." "For a moment I thought it was me." Her eyes looked 
thoughtfully into his. "Did you just want to be with Mulder 
tonight?" "No, it's all right." What else might he say? Could he tell 
her that he was falling for his partner and it just wasn't right to 
have these feelings for her? Her scent, the gently smile on her face, 
the thigh that every so often would nudge against his and the 
alcohol in his system was making him think wayward thoughts.

"It's not all right John, there's something on your mind." She took 
his nearest hand in hers and linked fingers. "When you're quiet like 
this I know something is wrong." His gaze went to the dance floor 
and Mulder's head was nodding across to him. The goofy look on 
his face made John smile for an instant and Monica couldn't help 
noticing.

"Is it something to do with Mulder? What have you two been 
scheming?" Monica was astute; she was bound to find out sooner 
or later what was happening. "Don't tell him I told you but Mulder 
and I have a bet going on." She began to rapturously stroke his 
fingers. "And it's something to do with me?" Monica looked at him 
expectantly. "Well yes and no." John thought a moment trying to 
think how to word it so she wouldn't get the wrong idea. "Just 
before you and Dana entered the bar, Mulder bet me one hundred 
dollars to kiss the first single woman who walked in the door."

Monica's mouth gaped open a little and she produced a small 
nervous laugh. "So you John Doggett, the well respected FBI 
agent, were prepared to kiss an unknown woman?" She confirmed. 
"Look Monica, I didn't think he'd make me go through with it." "I 
can see it all now. He wants you to kiss me, is that right?" The 
smile on her face surprised him. He thought she would be a tad 
mad.

"We don't have to, I'll tell him the bet is off." John promised. "No, 
let's have some fun with this." Monica's smile changed to a smirk. 
"Tell me something honestly John." "Yes?" "Would you want to 
kiss me?" Closer than ever John could see that she wanted a 
truthful, straightforward answer. "Monica, we're partners, it 
wouldn't be right." "John, just for tonight, pretend we're not 
associated and tell me." "Yes, I would want to kiss you."

That comment made the grin widen and her hand squeeze his. 
"Okay, would you be prepared for a little tease for our friend 
Mulder?" Monica schemed. "What do you mean?" "Just go along 
with my direction and we'll give Mulder a run for his money." Her 
eyebrows rose.

The thought of Monica knowing his feelings and that they may be 
acted upon was exciting. When the music finished and the dancing 
partners were on their way back to the booth Monica sat in closer 
to John and lifted a hand and ran enticing fingers over the back of 
his neck. Seemingly about to kiss she instead moved to his ear 
brushing cheeks as she did so and whispered,

"Hmm, you smell good." Her warm breath had never been so close 
to him. His limbs were numb with longing. The urge was strong to 
just move his head until their lips met and give himself and Mulder 
what both men wanted. "Ahem, am I missing something here?" 
Mulder's voice boomed from above. "Come on, share the joke." He 
let Dana into the seat before sitting himself.

"No joke Mulder. The music was a little loud so Monica had to tell 
me again what she said." Looking over to Monica, they both 
smiled, going along with the deception. He changed the subject 
quickly, "I think it's my turn to buy the drinks."

Once orders were taken John took Monica's hand and led her to the 
bar. "That was a good save there, John." They both leant against 
the counter side by side. The hand that had been holding his 
unlinked and the next moment he felt it on his back running a line 
across his shoulders and then down his spine. "Just go along 
remember." "You're really going to go through with this?" "Let's 
give those two something to talk about." The same hand moved 
down and over his ass, giving each cheek a little squeeze through 
the denim. "Nice butt," she whispered as the hand moved around 
his hip bringing him in closer.

The feel of her hand on his body and the proximity they were 
sharing was slowly building up desire in John that he was finding 
hard to manage.

The place was busy and it looked as though it would be a wait to 
be served. With each finger movement on his hip and up his side 
his heat increased until almost reaching boiling point he took 
Monica by the hand and lead her to find a place where they could 
be alone.

"John?" Monica wanted to know what was occurring. He found an 
unlocked door that led to an outside lane. "Monica," he leant up 
against the wall and drew her closer to him so they were touching 
chest against chest. "Why are you doing this?" She licked her lips 
taking in the sight before her. "For a little fun and the fact that I do 
want to kiss you John."

"Well do you really want our first kiss to be for others to watch?" 
They both just stared with delirium into each other's irises and 
were immediately drawn together. John lifted his hand and felt 
gently over Monica's hair and then raked his fingers through it 
before moving his head forward to catch her lips with his. The first 
touches were light just letting the soft, sensitive flesh meet and 
then John opened his mouth to take in more. Monica responded by 
encircling John's shoulders with her arms and kissing with more 
zeal.

The feeling was wonderful, more spiritual than either of them had 
imagined. For minutes they drank each other's juices and felt over 
hot, passionate bodies, their own small world a million miles away 
from reality. As they clung together in exquisite union John felt 
down the body he had only dreamed of sharing in the past. He had 
hugged her before but not sexually. The feelings they shared made 
him wonder why he had waited those years, all that time being 
friends, colleagues and yet not venturing past the friendly 
conversations and the odd evening out together. Monica began to 
soften the embrace.

"John, that was so good." Dreamily Monica was the first to talk. 
The door beside them opened and without seeing them out walked 
what looked like one of the staff to add some bags to the dumpster.  
"We have to get back." John gave a final kiss to her lips and 
responded, "No we don't, let's just go back to my place and finish 
this."

Even though Monica's eyes lit up with anticipation, what she said 
made more sense than just leaving without a good-bye. "Let's 
finish what we started. I personally would like to see Mulder hand 
over that one hundred dollars in front of Dana." They both laughed 
and agreed as the staff member gave them a knowing smile and 
went back inside.

.........................

"Where have you two been? We are dying of thirst here." Mulder 
quipped as Monica gave a white wine to Dana and John presented 
Mulder with another beer. "We just had to talk over a few work 
related things without all the noise." Monica was so calm; it was 
hard to believe what they had just been doing.

"Looked like something different from over here." Mulder sat back 
into the back of his chair and gleamed. "What did it look like 
Mulder?" Monica was pushing but John was amused and also 
intrigued as to what she was going to do next to lead towards the 
inevitable public kiss. "Hmm," he smiled a self-satisfied smile to 
Dana who really did not seem to know what was going on.

"What is it Mulder?" she was inquisitive especially given the non- 
consistent expressions on the other three. "Unless my eyesight 
deceives me Monica here was feeling John up at the bar," he 
mentioned smugly. Dana just looked over with wide eyes.

"I was just feeling to see if John had his wallet on him," John 
laughed inwardly and knew Monica felt the same way. "Looked 
like you were grabbing his ass. I don't need glasses yet."

The dance music started up again which let the pair change the 
subject and get on with leading up to the kiss. "I think the music is 
calling us Mon, want to dance?" beckoned John. `We'll leave you 
two to talk pathology or whatever it is you talk about." Monica 
accepted John's eager hand and slid over the seat and stood, 
straightening her clothes before smiling at the seated couple then 
following her partner to the filling dance floor.

John turned when they reached the cleared area for dancing and 
saw Mulder leaning in and kissing Dana and then talking to her, 
their faces close and intimate. Mulder's lips were moving and then 
Dana smiled, that smile of hers that was rare. Was Mulder telling 
Dana about the bet?  He envied Mulder and the easy relationship 
he had with the redhead doctor. Since Mulder had left the FBI it 
had allowed him to have a more open relationship with the love of 
his life. John found himself wondering when they had first known 
that theirs was a soul mate relationship.

Monica took his hand and took control. Her hand felt good in his, 
small but warm and inviting. Her arms then went around his neck 
drawing him closer to her. "Now put your hands on my back and 
then move them to my ass." Monica had to speak over the music so 
the couple got a few stares from those around them.

"What Monica, you don't think I know how to seduce you?" John 
smiled. "Oh, I'm sure you know how to do that." Monica flashed 
her teeth back at him as his hands smoothed over her back. "I'm 
just letting you know what I like." "You like men feeling over your 
ass on the dance floor." John's comment got a giggle from the 
couple beside them. Monica pulled him closer and whispered in his 
ear. "Just you." She swayed her hips to the music and John 
followed. Their eyes could not leave each other's gaze. There was 
not much seduction on his part; she was the one doing the tease. As 
the lyrical sounds filled their ears John's hands slowly slipped 
down to her round, firm cheeks, feeling a little bare skin of her 
lower back on the way.

In response she moved closer so that their groins touched. John felt 
suddenly warm all over. They had hugged before, many times but 
this was different. He knew that the time was approaching where it 
would be the perfect moment to do the deed. He had already made 
up his mind to share the one hundred dollars; in fact she probably 
deserved it all for her kindness to go along with fulfilling the dare.

There was pressure from her hands around his neck that told him to 
move in closer. With her lips close to his cheek she whispered in 
his ear, "Are they watching?" John manoeuvred them around so as 
not to look too obviously checking, and saw the two just casually 
surveying the dance floor. Monica moved her lips so close to his as 
he affirmed her question that he could almost taste them. His 
memory went back to the alley and their first kiss and how sweet it 
was.

Before he knew what was happening there was warmth and 
softness on his lips and the superb smell of her perfume filling his 
olfactory. He pulled her hips in closer as he applied force to her 
lips. Her mouth opened letting her hot, wet tongue slide inside, 
forcing his lips then teeth apart. Their bodies and psyches merged 
as the final riffs of the music rang out. This was truly one exquisite 
kiss and Monica was the best he had ever remembered. Their 
mouths were still tasting and enjoying the sweetness of oral union 
as one song finished and another began.

"Woohoo!" There was a noise beside them but it took more than 
that to break them apart. "Okay, you two, we get the picture." 
Reluctantly the kissing couple broke apart to see who had 
interrupted their mutual pleasure.

"I can't believe you just did that." Dana was still open mouthed. 
She'd had the same expression a few times that evening. Mulder 
and Dana must have come up beside them for a dance and 
witnessed the kiss in close proximity. Mulder had said it was to be 
a mutual kiss; any more mutual and it would head towards carnal.

Monica was still transfixed by the kiss and John's adorable face 
when he turned to Mulder.

"So I win?" John looked smug. "You certainly did, didn't know 
you had it in you." Mulder was searching in his jeans back pocket 
and pulled out his wallet. Not caring what the ladies thought he 
pulled out two fifty dollar notes and handed them to John.

"What's this?" Dana looked at her live in partner with incredulity, 
indicating to John and Monica that Mulder hadn't told her about 
the bet. "Just a little deal John and myself had going." She pushed 
him playfully on the shoulder. "What little deal?"

Monica answered, "Just before we came into the bar Mulder had 
bet John fifty dollars to kiss the first single woman who came 
through the door. It happened to be me." "You told her," Mulder 
laughed. "That makes the deal null and void.

"Uh uh," John's head shook. "There was nothing in the deal about 
not letting the woman know." To make a point he handed one of 
the bills to Monica who took it with a wide grin on her face.

"Well I suppose it was worth it for entertainment value alone." 
Mulder smirked. "So where will you take it from here?"

Dana nudged his shoulder again. "That's personal Mulder."

John decided to respond while looking longingly into Monica's lust 
filled eyes.

"Ask me tomorrow morning."

Chapter Three

They both knew where this was leading: to the bedroom. John and 
Monica were both at the stage of their lives where they knew their 
needs and wants and both desired each other. The kiss out the back 
of the hotel and the one on the dance floor were signs that all 
would lead further. Kisses and holding bodies were not enough to 
express the fervor the partners had for each other and had 
harboured inside their minds out of consideration for workplace 
diplomacy.

It was all too late now. Diplomacy had fled out the window and 
would need to be addressed later but not that night. The heat of 
what their passionate bodies expressed was all consuming.

Once inside Monica's apartment door John closed it and pinned her 
against the wooden frame with his strong body. She couldn't and 
wouldn't resist. The signs had all been there that the night would be 
one of active passion.

"Oh Monica, I've wanted this for so long." His lips traversed hers 
seeking more of the honey of the earlier kisses. "Me too," she 
managed to air before their mouths merged. His hands travelled 
down her sides slowly over the soft material of her clothes and 
then over her butt. Fingers plied her legs apart letting his hands 
grab her inner thighs and lift her up to cling around his body. With 
thrusts of his hips he showed his intentions with his actions. "Make 
love to me John." Monica managed to break the kiss; her back was 
probably sore from leaning against the hard wood of the door.

John wrapped his arms around her and carried her light frame to 
the bedroom. He would not be going home that night no matter 
what. He could sense that Monica also desired him to stay. His 
body was one big mass of hormones that he needed to let free. It 
had been building ever so slowly since the first time they had met, 
but had been held back for far too long.

He let her down gently on the bed and then proceeded to undo the 
button of her pants and unzip. With each touch of his hand Monica 
sighed and moved seductively on the bed indicating she was as 
much in favor of what was transpiring as he. John peeled the soft 
fabric over her hips and his eyes widened at the sight of the very 
tiny smoky grey thong she wore underneath.

His pants had been straining enough just kissing her at the door. 
This pressure was almost too much to bear. After slipping off her 
shoes he pulled the material from her legs and let it flow to the 
floor. Monica sat up a little and took off her own tiny tank top to 
give John a good look at her bust and cleavage.

Hardly waiting until she took it off he was on her, kissing over her 
body, lips licking and sucking each pound of flesh. Her hands went 
to his hair and ruffled it as he kissed over her abdomen and took a 
small piece of flesh in his teeth and lightly bit. Monica's groaning 
increased in volume as he made his way down over her mound and 
nudged between her legs with his nose, feeling her hot wet panties.

"Turn over," John growled. As Monica complied, he watched with 
awe at her perfect body and tight round ass. With her on all fours 
he linked his fingers through her thong and slowly shed it from her 
body, watching the scene unfold before him. She moved her knees 
so he could take her thong all the way off then felt admiringly over 
the soft flesh of her ass. With his fingers he ran long, soft strokes 
on her inner thighs causing her to moan and spread her legs wider.

"John," she bleated out his name wanting him to go further. His 
pants were all too tight but he didn't want to stop his attention to 
her body. Bending over he ran fairy kisses over the soft pink flesh 
before him at the same time undoing his pants. After the pressure 
was relieved a fraction he swiftly took off his T-shirt then returned 
to her body, running exploratory hands over her back and down her 
arms and to her hair, feeling over her soft cheeks as he pulled the 
hair from her face and ran fingers through the dark, thick locks. 
"Monica, you are so beautiful." It was almost a whisper but she 
heard it and arched her head back and to the side trying to look 
behind her. John gently drew the wisps of hair from her cheek and 
smiled. "I want you," she almost mouthed, with those full lips he 
had tasted three times that evening. Quickly he got off the bed to 
take down his pants and divest himself of the rest of his clothing 
while Monica watched, rocking on the bed and groaning for union.

"Oh, you'll have me baby, all night if you want." He was prepared 
for a nighttime of releasing all those years of pent up passion and 
he gathered she reciprocated his thoughts. Fully bare he kneeled on 
the bed and placed his rock hard rod near her heat. The fire 
radiated from her as he ran the head over her extremely wet nub, to 
her ready entrance and then back, collecting the juices on his 
journey. Each time he reached her access point he pushed the head 
in a little more, teasing her beyond limits. "Fu-uck," she called as 
he deliberately left the head just inside and then bent to feel over 
her deliciously dangling grey satin covered breasts. "Jo-ohn." All 
with swift actions he undid the clasp and freed her breasts. With a 
hand cupping each he pushed inside her, becoming even more 
excited by all her sounds of gratification. It was hot and inviting 
and a perfect fit as he moved his way in and out slowly. Hands 
moved to her abdomen and then to her hips as John became a little 
more upright. He watched as he entered her, pulling gently on her 
hips for deep penetration.

"Hmm," he rumbled as he rode her. She was alive and very much 
responsive under him. "I want to see you." The words were simple 
but immediately he withdrew and let her roll onto her back. 
Pushing on her bent knees he opened them and moved forward for 
re-entry. This time he saw her face and the expressions of rapture 
as he rode her to the peak. As she lightly bit her lower lip and 
throbbed around his sensitive manhood he leant down to kiss those 
lips, using his bent arms for support beside her. As he sucked and 
licked her rosy mouth he kept driving until he could take no more. 
While kissing over her cheek and then down her pulsing neck he 
discharged deep inside her causing her to moan his name out loud 
and run her fingers all over his back and down to his butt. "I never 
knew...," is all he could say as he floated over her, experiencing the 
lasting bubbling embers of passion.

Between sweet kisses they got under the covers and lay close 
together, for an eternity just feeling their bare skin touch. Monica 
kissed his nipple before nestling her head on John's chest and 
running her hands over the body that had just given her the most 
memorable experience of her life.

"You never knew?" Monica wanted him to continue. "I never knew 
that my feelings for you were this strong." His hand felt down the 
thigh that was draped over his stomach. "So it took a dare by 
Mulder for you to realize this?" He felt the vibrations of her 
laughing and smiled in response. What irony.

His weighty lids closed and her head felt heavier on his chest. 
They would sleep for then but the night was far from over.

Chapter Four

The Saturday morning brought with it a faint glow from the 
apartment window and the sound of a lone bird chirping on the 
ledge.

"What time is it?" Monica jumped awake to first look at the 
bedside clock then to the seemingly sleeping form beside her. He 
stirred a little letting the sheet deliberately fall from his chest 
leaving an uninterrupted view of what she had deliciously tasted 
the previous night. Her lips curled into a smile and he knew she 
was remembering how good it was with him dominating her and 
his warmth deep inside her. It had been so long in arriving and 
John was pleased that Mulder had given him that dare. He needed 
that spur to get his body and mind moving.

"You don't need to go yet." It was John's turn to smile as he slowly 
opened his lids to look at her nakedness before him. Her milky 
skinned body looked even better in the glow of morning light.

"My first program begins at ten." "Program?" John asked lazily. 
"Hatha yoga." "What's that?" "It's an ancient Indian form of 
holistic exercise, stretches muscles, tendons and ligaments, opens 
body cavities, and builds strength, tone, balance and endurance 
resulting in relaxation and stress reduction." Monica explained. 
"Opens body cavities?" John chuckled. "I can do that. Did it last 
night."

Monica flashed those pearly whites and ran a searching hand over 
his pectorals and then under the sheet to his abdomen. As she 
caressed she moved down for a morning kiss and embrace.

"Hmm, you feel good John." Her hand slid down his muscular 
thigh and felt over the hairs on his bare legs. He was already 
becoming ready for her when she took stock. "John, I have to go."

"How about one for the road?" John tempted as he ran a hand 
along her side then up her arm to her neck. With a single finger he 
traced down her breastbone to her navel witnessing her eyes close 
and her nipples harden.

"I'll miss my first class," she breathed as his hand cupped her 
breast and flicked over the hard rosy peak with a thumb. She was 
visibly weakening. With a soft, low rumble he continued,

"It'll relax you and stretch those muscles, even better than yoga." 
His hand went to the other breast and then he slowly lifted his 
upper body and with one swift movement she was on top. Monica 
couldn't refuse his offer; his very presence with her in her own bed 
both totally naked was enticement enough. John's hard mass was 
begging entry as they kissed with more passion than before. His 
hands moved over the skin of her butt and then along her inner 
thighs spreading her legs wider.

"Hmm, if I'd known we'd be doing this all weekend..." Monica 
groaned as he gradually pushed his way inside her, opening her 
cavity and penetrating deeply. "Yes?" She sat down on him and 
then began to move up and down, her hands resting on his 
shoulders for balance. "Ahh, I wouldn't ... have made ... 
reservations." With his hands resting on her hips he began to also 
move up with each of her downward actions.

"This is certainly ... a cheaper way to relieve ... stress." After that 
comment they couldn't talk any more. The feelings welling up 
inside their bodies took the energy from their throats to those parts 
that expressed mutual cravings. Monica flicked her hair over 
John's face as she hung her head forward summoning all the 
energy she needed to move on top of him and position herself for 
the deepest entry. Even though his face tickled he thought the 
feeling was so sexy, a woman's hair flipping over his skin. When 
she grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the side she leant in to 
kiss him, her breasts falling lightly on his chest.

It had been an eternity since he had done this; making love to a 
woman in her morning bed. He regretted nothing they had done 
except not having done it far sooner. The skin rubbing on his, her 
breasts squashing against his chest, the warm mouths exploring, 
her tender moans as she moved her hips above him all added to the 
rapture John was feeling, they were both experiencing. He had 
loved this woman for so long, he had just not admitted it to himself 
until then.

He unlinked his wrists from her hands and spread his fingers 
through her hair, putting more zeal into the kiss.

As John's hands slipped down her back and over her thighs he felt 
her reach a plateau of sexual expression and knew he could release 
the load he had been holding back for her.

The throbbing of her inner muscles on his deeply implanted organ, 
her neck pink with desire and the small `O' she formed with her 
lips caused a cascade of pure, raw passion to flow between them.

Movements slowed and Monica unhurriedly moved down to give 
him a kiss of thanks that he reciprocated with equal enthusiasm. He 
slowly slipped out of her but they kept kissing, not wanting to ever 
stop. Reluctantly Monica was the first to release her lips from his.

"Don't go." John whispered simply. "Stay with me for the 
weekend." "John, I have been planning this for weeks now, I can't 
just not go." His hand smoothed over the naked curves of her hips 
then up to her breasts, manually enticing her to stay.

She stayed thoughtful for a while then got off the bed to head for 
the shower.

"Monica?" John called after her, pleading. She looked around the 
corner of the door with a wide grin and opened her mouth to speak.

"Then come with me."

Chapter Five

The resort was set high in the Catskills Mountains, a ski resort 
during the winter. The colors of fall were all about them as they 
drove their rental car along the windy road through green conifers 
and everlastings and the reds, oranges and yellows of a variety of 
other vegetation.

John was feeling the nervous excitement of this unplanned trip all 
the way on the flight to New York then the two and a half hour trip 
by car to the two hundred and sixty acre property that would be 
their home for the next two days. Work on Monday and the 
possible upshot of what they were doing were the last things on his 
mind. Now that he had taken the plunge and initiated a relationship 
with his colleague he would have to see it through and bear 
whatever consequences there were later. No way could he, or did 
he want to, stop what was happening between them.

He looked across to the dark haired beauty beside him as she 
smiled and concentrated on the driving. "What are you thinking 
John? You've been really quiet for the last hour." He took a deep 
breath and then looked at the scenery around him as he spoke. "Oh, 
I've been thinking lots of things. For one, what am I doing going to 
a health resort? The guys back at the office would laugh at me."

"Because you want to be with me?" Monica reminded and grinned. 
John reached out a hand and ran it along her thigh. "Then do you 
think we could stay naked in bed for the next two days? The only 
time we would get up would be to answer the room service bell?"

Monica chuckled, "As much as I like that idea...," she turned to 
him for a moment, her eyes wide with desire, "...a lot, the cost of 
this weekend is a package deal. We pay an overall amount to have 
unlimited use of the facilities. We can be in bed a whole weekend 
anytime."

"We can?" John already knew the answer and internally smiled at 
the luxury of playing with, holding and sleeping with her warm 
and inviting body next to him for two whole days and nights. "Yes 
John, we can." Her concentration went back to the road. They 
would be arriving very soon.

"So what does the package include? I'm not going to starve am I?" 
"No, you're not going to starve." "When I think health spa, I think 
salad and small portion meals." John looked across to see the lip 
curl. "No John, the brochure says they have tasty, highly nutritious 
meals that are low in fat, sugar, sodium and cholesterol. The chefs 
use the freshest of ingredients to prepare nutritious and well-
balanced meals. They even have three greenhouses on site growing 
their own vegetables."

"No," John showed a little sarcasm and smiled. "Don't worry, you 
won't starve. They have buffet meals so you can go back for 
seconds. This place is not just for people who want to lose weight 
and get fit, it's to experience a healthy, fun lifestyle."

"So what else can we do?" He was only just getting past the notion 
of not being in bed all weekend. Monica turned her head a little to 
indicate the back seat. "There's a brochure in my bag. Have a look 
through and see what you like."

John twisted around and easily found what he was looking for near 
the top of her bag and settled back into his seat quietly going 
through the first few activities.

"Horse-riding, golf, swimming, tennis, rock climbing, hiking, 
yoga, massage, guest speakers, there's so much to do here we'd 
need more than just a weekend."

"That's right, and I plan on coming back here. It's a great way to 
get away from it all and relieve stress." "And open up body 
cavities," John reminded and chuckled. "So you want to try some 
yoga with me?" Monica seemed hopeful. "The feelings people get 
can be very conducive to sex afterwards." John's eyes grew wide. 
"I'm going to make a suggestion."

"Okay." John was open to anything at that time. "You do a yoga 
class with me and I'll let you choose what we do next. We can take 
it in turns to decide." "Hmm," John looked down the list and then 
stopped and chuckled. "What about this? It says here there's a 
guest speaker and motivator who is going to run a class on `The 
Best Sex'. We better get into that one fast."

Just then the road opened out and before them stood a picturesque 
setting of green fields and a myriad of colors accentuating the 
perfect fall day. They drove through the archway to the Health Spa

looking for the main reception.

"So you really want to take that best sex class John?" Monica's 
mouth was in a permanent grin. "Why not, aren't you curious too?" 
His hand went to her thigh again and she turned with a twinkle in 
her eye.

.......................

It took a good ten-minute drive to get to reception after heading 
through the gate of the property, indicating its vastness. The area 
was beautiful, the log cabin accommodations and facilities 
blending into the mountain backdrop. There was a main two-storey 
building and then another six or so smaller cottages graduated at 
different levels up the gradient of the mountain.

There was a small car park surrounded by trees a short distance 
from the main building which was almost full indicating a strong 
occupancy rate for the weekend. After retrieving their bags from 
the trunk John placed them on the ground and turned his attention 
to his companion. He took her by the hand and with the other slid 
it around her back drawing her close, their faces a few centimeters 
apart.

"No regrets?" He questioned as he kissed her mouth and then 
slipped the other arm around pulling her even closer. Monica 
slowly lifted her arms and rested them on his shoulders giving in to 
his charms and returning the oral pleasure. "Hmm, how could I 
have any after that?" she purred. "I thought maybe you're thinking 
that this might all be a little fast." John looked into her russet eyes 
seeing only contentment. "I didn't need to come with you, 
Monica."

"This has been too long in coming for us to hold back any more." 
Monica planted a single special kiss on the lips and looked back 
into his warm eyes. "If we had discovered each other earlier I 
would have asked you along anyway." "And I would have tried to 
convince you to go camping somewhere solitary out in the woods, 
health spa?" he laughed as he lifted their bags and began walking 
with her to check in.

"John, this weekend will do you good. A bit of exercise, nutritious 
food and some spiritualism never hurt anyone." "Not to mention 
the sex." He tried to keep his face deadpan but a smile started to 
creep over it.

They were nearing the front door of the main building and nodded 
greetings to a couple that were exiting. John let Monica through 
the door first. "Didn't I tell you? The only rules here are no 
television, caffeine, nicotine, alcohol, artificial sweeteners and no 
making love." He looked across to see a straight face and his 
stomach knotted for a moment until he started to smile at her tease. 
"Then we will just have to keep it quiet. I was hoping for a bit of 
noisy, mind blowing sex."

Monica deliberately bumped into him almost knocking him off 
balance and they were both laughing as they stood in front of the 
smiling red head behind the wooden reception desk.

"I can see you two are going to be the life of the party." Her smile 
was alluring and her tone sweet. "Hello, I'm Starr, welcome to the 
New Age Health Spa."

"Hello Starr, I'm Monica Reyes and this is my friend John Doggett, 
we spoke on the phone." "Of course," she looked down the list of 
guests with a finger and then glanced up to John. Was there a glint 
in her eyes? Since he had divorced he had seen that look from a 
number of women. He knew it meant they liked what they saw but 
nothing more. Women were still a puzzle, even in all his forty plus 
years experience. "You're lucky that you're sharing with Monica 
because we are booked out this weekend." Starr continued, "The 
room has only one double bed but we can get you a rollaway." 
With his knowledge of reading expressions he knew that Ms. Starr 
was trying to extract information.

John had heard Monica on the phone to the resort saying that he 
would be accompanying her. At no time had she mentioned he 
would be sharing a bed. Monica was the one to talk,

"He'll be sharing with me."

Starr looked up with a twinkle and knowing look then added, 
"Follow me then, I've put you upstairs in room ten. There's a view 
of the mini golf course and the swimming pool." They followed 
her up the dark green carpeted stairs. "You have just missed lunch 
but the chef on duty will prepare you something, just ask." She 
unlocked the door for them and gave Monica the key. "There's a 
list of the activities and times on the bedside table. Everything is 
included except the special treatments; massage, hydrotherapy, 
facials, colon therapy, Tarot readings and more. You'll find the 
prices reasonable."

"Will we have to book into anything?" John asked. "The treatments 
of course but most classes you can just turn up." The couple 
entered the room and John placed their bags on a couch by the 
wall. "One last thing; there will be a get together tonight 
downstairs in the evening room for all the guests."

"Get together?" John questioned. "No big party but a time you can 
mingle socially with other guests. Come and go as you please. 
There is a theme." She went to close the door with a grin.

"Theme?" Monica had to know before Starr left. "Only one article 
of clothing." Then she was gone.

.....................

All John could do was stare at the door as she left taking in what 
Starr had just said. Monica laughed at his reaction and went to lie 
on the bed exhausted from the long car ride. She flipped off her 
shoes, tousled her hair then lay on her back with her arms stretched 
above her head and slipped her eyes closed.

The bed dipped beside her as John lay there looking at the beauty 
before him and spoke softly,

"You sure this is a health resort? I didn't think wild parties were 
part of the Spa philosophy." "She said it wasn't a party, just a 
social get together," Monica laughed. "Just get into the spirit of the 
place John, relax. There will be more surprises for you than just 
that one." "Not sure I can be at ease after the thought of colon 
cleansing."

Her mouth looked so inviting when she smiled, he just had to kiss 
it. She stretched even further and moaned contentment as he 
latched onto her lips. For much of the journey he had remembered 
back to the previous night and that morning with her in his arms. 
On the bed, merging with her orally, he remembered how her 
naked body had felt under him and wanted more of her sweet love. 
As his hand travelled down her side she moaned his name and 
rolled slowly towards him still feeling his lips on hers and a tongue 
exploring inside her mouth. His fingers followed the line of her 
butt and quilled along her inner thigh pulling a leg over his hip, 
opening herself up to him more. With a swift movement he was on 
top, still with lips embracing.

"Hmmm," she rumbled into his throat mirroring all the 
contentment he also felt. Her legs were wide letting his groin touch 
hers and move in such a way that she felt him enlarge between 
them. The sexual urge was strong but they were too weary to 
remove clothing. John moved his hips against her imagining he 
was inside as he sucked on her mouth. The room was quiet except 
for the sound of their breathing and small moans.

It was then that they became aware of some other noises possibly 
coming from the adjacent room. John broke the kiss but still lay 
there just listening.

There was some talking but the words could barely be heard. 
Shuffling and thumping sounds were becoming louder. "What's 
happening?" Monica whispered in response to the understanding 
that the walls were paper-thin. "What do you think," John chuckled 
as they heard a few male expletives, not in anger but in bliss.

Looking onto each other's eyes the couple continued to listen out 
of fascination, too tired to get off the bed, and the fact they couldn't 
stop what was going on anyway. "Sounds like they're having fun," 
Monica grinned. "Do you think she's sucking him off?" John 
smirked as the male let out a louder expletive. "What would you do 
if I did that to you?" She licked her lips seductively, moving up to 
kiss him again, drawing his mouth down to hers. Her arms moved 
up and over his shoulders pulling him into her, closer than ever and 
intensified the kiss. Sucking on his tongue made him imagine what 
that mouth would do to him down below.

Their love making momentarily made them deaf to the sounds next 
door until the thumping grew louder leaving no doubt what was 
transpiring on the other side of the wall. There were moans and 
shuffles and activity that would suggest the couple were having a 
mighty fine time.

"Would you really want to do that?" John asked, his mouth 
glistening and swollen from Monica's attention. "For you I would." 
He saw confirmation in her expression and felt a jolt in his pants at 
the thought of her warm, wet mouth on that part of his body.


The sounds from next door vibrated through the wall and John and 
Monica just laughed.

"They'll have red faces when they find out we heard it all." John 
exclaimed. "You're going to tell them?" "They're going to have to 
know to keep it down, don't want to be woken up by their sounds."

"So you're going to knock on their door?" John peeled himself 
away from Monica. The mood had been broken and he knew there 
would be plenty of time that weekend to continue where they left 
off, albeit quietly. "We can worry about that later, come on, aren't 
you hungry?" He extended a hand for her and she took it. After 
freshening up it was time to make their way to the dining room and 
rouse the chef.

"We could have a competition through the walls. Which couple 
can hang out the longer?" John smirked as they opened their door. 
Monica just pushed his arm lightheartedly as they left the room to 
make their way downstairs.

............

Chapter 6

John flicked through the Spa brochure listing in his mind the 
possible activities for that weekend as they sat there waiting for the 
chef to set out a few snacks. As yet they had seen only a few 
people milling about but it probably meant that they were involved 
deeply in the afternoon's activities.

"Can I have that after you?" Monica was just watching as John 
perused and hummed remarks every so often. "Almost finished." 
His eyes left the bottom of the page and handed it over leaving a 
pleased expression on his smiling face. "So? What do you want to 
do?" Monica was curious.

"Oh, I'll wait to see what you have in mind." As he left the leaflet 
in her hand a lone finger ran along her thumb. How he wanted to 
just make love to her for the whole weekend. He wanted to take 
her back upstairs and go for it but he knew she wouldn't have 
changed her mind. As he had viewed the list of activities and 
treatments he imagined what she might choose.

"Excuse me John, Monica, here's your fish." Jerry, the chef placed 
a plate of Seared Orange Roughy and vegetables in front of each of 
the pair and then the breadbasket between them. John was clearly 
going to have to get used to the informality in his usually all too 
formal life. "There is chilled water and juices over on that table, 
enjoy." He smiled as he left.

"Juice?" asked John. "Yes, apple if they have it." Monica kept her 
eyes fixed on the paper before her as John went for the drinks. "So 
besides Yoga, what do you have in mind for us?" John sat the two 
glasses on the table. "Don't tell me it's aromatherapy or some crap 
like that." He lifted his utensils and began eating.

She just chuckled, not needing to give him a long explanation of 
the calming affects of various scents combined with meditation.

"We'll just be in time for the one o'clock Gentle Hatha Yoga class 
after we've finished here." "Gentle?" "I could do the advanced 
class but the gentle is recommended for beginners, like you." She 
reached out a hand and touched his arm teasingly. "You're going to 
make me go through with it, aren't you?" John popped a piece of 
bread into his mouth. "If you want me to go to the `Best Sex' class 
then yes. We choose alternately, remember John?" She looked 
back at the list. "That's tomorrow morning at ten." He just shook 
his head smiling.

"So what other delights have you planned?" He was going to make 
her tell him first. "I'd like a Swedish massage. It's been months 
since I had one last. There's a $75 fee but it's worth it." "You're 
going to let someone else touch your body that way when you have 
me?" "John, your not a qualified masseur." Monica hooted. 
"You've never had one of mine before. I promise to get to places 
no other will find." Monica found herself becoming aroused at this 
talk of his and the way he looked at her with that sexy blue-eyed 
expression. "Oh, and where would that be?" She moved her seat 
around to be closer to her newfound lover, abandoning her half 
finished meal.

With a sexy as hell expression John lifted her onto his lap so that 
she was astride and enfolded her body with his brawny arms. Her 
arms rested along his shoulders. "Here," he leant in and gave her 
the deepest kiss he had so far letting their bodies just fuse as one. 
The room was devoid on any sightseers so they continued the oral 
satisfaction until they almost suffocated. "...and here." John panted 
as a hand slithered went between her legs and massaged her 
through her sweatpants. He felt the heat and the wetness seep 
through the soft material.

"Oh John," Monica was almost devoid of words as John continued 
to kiss and to apply pressure to her growing desire.

"Don't you two have a room?" They stopped in their tracks and 
looked to where they heard a familiar pious voice.

......................

"Mulder." John was the first to say it. "What are you doing here? 
Are you following us?" As he spoke Monica hurriedly got off her 
man's lap and sat in one of the four seats around their table. John 
repositioned himself to feel more comfortable after a certain part of 
the anatomy had been recently activated.

"Agent Doggett, you really didn't think we'd let you two have all 
the fun this weekend did you?" Mulder pulled out a spare chair, 
turned it around and sat on it backwards, his arms resting on the 
back. He wasn't going to leave them alone and John wondered why 
he'd bother being there at all.

"You came all the way up here by yourself?" John saw the look on 
Mulder's face and was puzzled. The way he smugly looked at 
Monica and her return expression were very odd. Immediately he 
became suspicious and squinted inquisitiveness at the two of them. 
Monica looked over towards the dining room door and John 
followed her gaze to see the familiar person making her entrance.

As a trained FBI agent he tried to jigsaw all the facts together to 
work out what the hell was going on before asking any of them to 
explain. He didn't want to look clueless.

"Dana," Mulder held out a hand to her, which she accepted. With a 
broad smile he pulled her in to sit on his lap and leant her back, 
giving her a loving kiss and embrace on the way back up to sitting 
position. Dana looked so happy, more so than John had ever seen 
her. Since admitting that they loved and respected each other their 
relationship had gone ahead in leaps and bounds.

Contextually, John and Monica hadn't known them long but knew 
there was a history with them that went further than their 
involvement in The X-Files.

Holding her hand out to John, Monica squeezed it and smiled as 
her lover gave her an expression of `What the fuck is going on?' 
She just bit her bottom lip, raised her eyebrows and looked across 
to the happy couple that were kissing, oblivious to the surveillance. 
To John it looked more like their weekend away than his.

"So Dana, your conference was cancelled?" John had to find out 
the truth. From the look on her face he knew, "There was no 
conference to begin with, was there? In fact this was all planned." 
He looked at each of the three in turn to gauge their thoughts. He 
couldn't believe Monica was in on this too and briefly let go of her 
hand, a little annoyed at his blindness.

"Well you weren't going to act on your feelings any time soon." 
Dana fleetingly looked at Monica. "Everyone could see how you 
feel about her, we just gave you a small nudge."

"You okay with this Monica?" He used his higher pitched voice. 
"Mulder and Dana came to me with their plan and I thought why 
not give it a try." "So you didn't think to just come out with it, that 
you want me?"

Monica moved her chair to be closer to his. She also wanted to just 
take him in her arms and hold him as she explained but knew he 
would most likely feel a little uncomfortable with onlookers. 
Mulder decided to respond,

"Come on, this is more fun, don't you think buddy?" "So setting 
me up is fun?" John could see the amusing side and began 
smirking. The others were soon joining in and laughing along. It 
was true. There was no way he could see himself being in that 
position if they hadn't played their game. Weighing up being single 
and alone for the weekend compared with having made the best 
love of his life with a beautiful alluring woman was no contest.

Seeing him soften Monica brushed down his thigh with a hand and 
John's arm moved around her shoulders drawing her closer. She 
looked in his eyes searching for a kiss and did not disappoint. 
Their lips met briefly promising more later, much more.

"So," Mulder broke the spell yet again. "Dana and myself are 
going on this evening's hike, you two wanna come?" "Hike?" John 
questioned and Dana finished, "The kitchen provides a packed 
meal and the group hikes up the mountain and watches the sunset 
while we eat."

"John, that sounds perfect." Monica was animated. "Let's do it." 
She gave him another kiss as encouragement, how could he refuse. 
"Okay." Placing her arms around him she squeezed thanks.

"So we'll meet you at your room?" Monica looked over to the other 
happy couple.

"We're upstairs in Room 8." Mulder chimed.

John could have predicted that number even before it was said. 
Something about what they had overheard earlier and then Dana 
and Mulder just showing up sparked recognition in his brain. 
Monica knew it too because she began laughing first.

The male agent just shook his head smiling. "What?" Mulder 
inquired.

"You two had some fun earlier? We're in the next room." He kept 
laughing and shaking his head. It only took a few moments for 
them to turn a shade of pink and then look at each other knowing 
what they had done had been overheard. "You're going to have to 
keep it down if any of us is going to get any sleep."

"Who said anything about getting any sleep?" Monica lifted a hand 
to his cheek and drew his face to hers. Not caring what the others 
saw and heard he scooped her up into his lap and kissed her, a 
long, adoring kiss. His fingers continued to run through her hair as 
he quietly spoke with that sexy, husky voice, lips a hair's breadth 
from hers,

"Be prepared to be taken up on that offer." All thoughts of their 
present company and their current plans were forgotten in favor of 
their mutual pleasure, so long in coming.

Chapter 7

Monica wore a lemon scoop neck tank top with matching sweat 
shorts, looking perfectly attired for the yoga class for which she 
and John had been five minutes late. After their frenzied liaison in 
the dining room John had carried her upstairs, much to the 
amusement of the onlooking patrons, and made long slow love to 
her. It had been building up inside them until they could repress it 
no more. There were no sounds from next door so the couple felt 
free to express through actions and sounds the deep love and lust 
they felt for each other.

After showering, John had changed into a black T-shirt with dark 
gray sweat pants knowing that he needed clothing that enhanced 
movement. Beyond that he didn't know what to expect from this 
class. He would just follow along and hope he didn't make a fool 
of himself.

On looking around the gently lit room he was pleasantly surprised 
to see that the class of fifteen had about five men. Monica took his 
hand and calmly led him to two adjoining mats on the floor. She 
sat on one indicating for John to take the other.

Monica immediately took up the sitting position of the others in 
the room and John tried to follow. He couldn't quite put the souls 
of his feet together and felt Monica smiling over at him. The 
instructor was a woman possibly in her mid thirties and spoke in a 
pleasant, calm voice,

"Hatha Yoga is a complete science of Life that originated in India 
many thousands of years ago." There were no other noises in the 
room as she continued. "In Sanskrit, the word 'yoga' means union; 
'ha', means sun and 'tha' means moon. Therefore `hatha yoga' 
means a balanced union, a system for creating the balanced well-
being of the total person. Yoga joins body, mind and spirit into a 
balanced whole." Monica ran fingers down John's arm and he 
turned to see her smiling and nodding. She was thankful that he 
was there by her side.

"Let's begin with the breathing." She began to explain the 
importance of the external breath rather than the intake. The chest 
is depressed by its own weight, expelling the air. This out breath 
must be as silent as every other action involved in breathing and 
because it is silent, it will also be slow. John let his eyes close as 
the instructor gave the class quiet time to internalize.

When she spoke again his lids opened and people began to stand.

"Asanas in yoga are stretching exercises," she continued. 
"Stretching the body in different ways, each of you will stretch to 
your comfortable maximum in each asana, hold the position 
breathing steadily and then release when you are ready." All 
followed as she moved her feet slightly apart and put one hand on 
her ankle and the other in the air.

John was a fit man, into riding his bicycle and into a home fitness 
regime but what he found with the yoga moves was that he lacked 
in agility. Whereas Monica looked graceful and supple as she ran 
through all the exercises presented to her he found it difficult to 
stay in any position for too long. He knew he was going to pay for 
it later with aching muscles he never knew he had. Adding that to 
his bedroom acrobatics he was going to be one heap of aching 
muscle but at least he'd still have his beaming smile.

Thoughts were distracted by how he would feel later but what was 
a continual diversion came from the presence beside him. Even if 
he looked straight ahead he still saw the yellow of her outfit and 
had to turn to see her perfectly proportioned chest rise and fall and 
that butt in the hip hugging shorts bending over and contorting in 
various ways. He chuckled considering Monica's first Hatha Yoga 
explanation including the `opening up body cavities' line.

Just as his mind wandered so did his eyes to her butt and the latest 
exercise. They were asked to lie on the floor on their sides, an 
elbow holding them up. The upper leg was to move up as high as it 
would go, the fingers holding the toes. John could only do this for 
a few seconds before it was all too much. He relaxed and his eyes 
couldn't help but divert up her shorts to her barely there string 
bikini panties.

If that sight wasn't enough, they were urged to find a partner for 
the remaining exercises of the one hour class. As Monica lay on 
her side John had his knees either side of her torso holding her leg 
up for her at the ankle. This was just the first position that made his 
thoughts go carnal. Imagining them both naked and in those 
positions made him excited for trying them out in the bedroom.

As Monica turned for him to give the same attention to the other 
leg she leant in to whisper in his ear. "Don't you wish we were 
alone," She gave a solitary lick along the ridge of his ear and 
added, "...and naked?" John couldn't wish for the class to finish 
soon enough. Down yonder was becoming re- energized and this 
time it wasn't going to wait four hours of repression.

....................

By the time the two agents reached their room it was evident that 
they were both as horny as hell. The yoga had relaxed them but the 
body proximity and the suggestive positions brought them to the 
brink of losing all control until they were alone.

"You shouldn't dress like that Monica." John moved her into their 
room and quickly closed the door. His hands were around her 
waste and he moved her backwards over to the dresser on the 
opposite side of the room. "Then you shouldn't wear tight t-shirts 
that give a woman heart palpitations." She ran her hands over his 
chest and rumbled in her throat. "Then take it off!" he ordered. She 
immediately complied and he helped by lifting his arms into the 
air. His chest was so muscular and golden and oh so inviting that 
her hand just had to feel every pore. "You shouldn't wear 
underwear that gets a man so worked up," he growled as his 
fingers made their way up under her shorts to the small amount of 
material that made up her string bikini. "Oh you looked, did you?"


"You had your legs wide open, anyone could have seen." He 
massaged her ass under the shorts. "So you copped a good look did 
you John?" Monica was egging him on. "I had a good look and 
imagined what it would be like with no underwear at all." He 
began to take down her shorts as he moved in for a fiery kiss. It 
was as though steam was coming from his nose as he took her 
mouth violently, Monica accepting every fevered action with even 
more spark.

John couldn't wait to get the shorts off her before lifting her tank 
top over her head. Monica flicked off her sweat shorts from her 
ankles and then went to work on his pants. The elastic waist let her 
easily slip the material over his hips. What was waiting for her 
made her smile. Straining through his black briefs was an already 
huge erection.

On the dresser was a mirror, which also allowed John a back view 
of this awesome woman who was about to become his prey. He 
unsnapped her bra and let her breasts fall free and touch his 
heaving chest. Her fingers toyed with his briefs and when he 
placed his hands on hers they brought them down together. When 
John's massive hard on bounced on Monica's abdomen she 
enveloped it with her hand and with nimble fingers rippled them 
over the blood-engorged surface. John was in heaven as he looked 
down at her hand doing its work and

then past it to the briefest bikini pants he had ever seen on a 
woman. It was mainly strings with just a small diamond barely 
covering her trimmed pubic hair. As he imagined what lay beyond 
after he peeled it slowly off her body, he played with both her 
breasts using fingers to knead and mould them.

"Monica, you're going to have to slow down if you want this to 
last." John felt himself coming to a peak and didn't want to spill all 
over her hand. She reluctantly but understandably released her 
grip. Immediately he coaxed her around to face the mirror.


"Hands up and hold the mirror," the then dominant partner ordered. 
Straight away she lifted her arms to grip the top of the frame and 
watched with blushed flesh as John slowly took down her bikini 
panties. It was exciting enough with him in this mood but seeing 
the reflection made it hotter. John knew Monica would be able to 
hold this position after seeing how nimble she was in the yoga 
class. He spread her legs wide and then wet the tip of his penis 
running right from her clit to her ass hole and back, tormenting her 
already explosive libido. Running the head between the folds and 
clit he got up a steady rhythm until Monica was screaming at him 
to just push it in and fuck her. John had other plans. He had heard 
about multiple orgasms in women and this was what he was 
aiming for, to satisfy her so much more completely than any man 
had in her life. As the head rubbed one side of her impassioned bud 
he used his thick middle finger to glide along the other side giving 
two lots of stimulation at once.

Her wanton breathing almost made the mirror foggy but there was 
still enough of a reflection to see Monica's expressions of ecstasy 
and her breasts bouncing from the writhing of her hips. Her body 
just took all she was given. John was riding her like a bull and she 
just soaked up the attention while striking the same open pose.

When John felt she was about to release he kept his fingers 
slipping along her clit but at the same time began to push his thick 
head inside her deep throbbing cavern. She was quaking all around 
him as he pushed deep inside her and began to pump as quickly as 
he could still massaging her blossom of pink flesh. The only free 
hand then went to her breasts, cupping them and pummeling each 
in turn. He was determined her orgasm would go on and on. 
Pumping wildly he ran fingers between her breasts and down to 
her abdomen, then through her pubic locks to join the fingers of his 
other hand. This seemed to be enough for her to scream out his 
name and appear to come all over again. The wetness and heat he 
felt below was excessive. There had never been any other woman 
to react that way towards him.

Calling out expletives over and over her hips moved wildly until 
he began to feel his balls tighten and shoot up his love juices 
through his very aroused shaft. As the sparks of orgasm radiated 
out from his hub he slipped his fingers from her and grabbed her 
hips sending his dick more forcefully into her deeply for the final 
few thrusts. Monica's elbows slumped as the fatigue from this 
scorching union elicited. Her hands left sweaty fingerprints as they 
slid down the mirror and onto the wood of the dresser. Hardly 
holding herself up John slipped out of her letting some love juices 
drip to the floor. He wrapped his arms around her perspiring flesh 
as he whispered in her ear with that voice this drove her wild,

"Told you not to wear outfits like that." John teased. Monica used 
the only strength she had left to turn in his arms, the friction of 
skin against skin sending off even more heat. Wiping off a lone 
trickle of sweat from down his forehead she spoke tenderly,

"You want me to walk around naked?"

"When we're alone you can. I can't get enough of watching you 
move Monica Reyes." His fingers lightly played on her back. 
"Only if you're naked too." Her hands slipped to his ass indicating 
where much of her vision would be going. "I see, so you're an ass 
woman." "With you John Doggett I'm an everything woman, 
everything about you turns me on." "You're just saying that so 
you'll get more of what we did just then." His fingers drew some 
stray locks away from her face.

"I'd say anything to get you to do that again to me." "Hmm, that 
good hey?" He was definitely pleased with himself for being able 
to stimulate her body that way.

"So Mr. Macho man, it's your turn to choose our next activity." 
Her eyes watched her fingers as they traveled down his chest 
waiting for his response.

"Hmmm, let me see," John pulled Monica closer as he thought. 
"I'm thinking, after hot, sweaty sex what should one do?"

"Shower?" Monica quipped. "After the shower, that's a given." He 
stood back and looked her naked form up and down admiringly. "I 
bet you even look sexy in a swimsuit."

Monica only took a moment to catch on.

"I like that idea." She took his hand and led him to the bathroom.

Chapter 8

Luckily the shower cubicle had been big enough for both bodies to 
clean and wash each other and not bump into the walls as they bent 
down and shifted around. It had been so sensuous rubbing the 
foamy substance over the bumps and dips of their wet bodies. The 
recent mind-blowing lovemaking had made them weary of body 
but it didn't stop them taking time over the most sensitive parts and 
just immersing themselves in the pleasure of mutual touch.

When John watched as his woman dressing in her swimsuit his 
eyes were transfixed. It was a white crocheted string bikini that 
showed off an ample amount of cleavage, almost too ample. He 
could see the scenario of having to keep the men from approaching 
her. How he would cope with that in their newly formed sexual 
relationship he would have to find out. It would all boil down to 
trust. Over the years he had known Monica he had been given 
every reason to trust her devotion.

"You're looking a little too sexy in that get up, Monica." "Why, 
thank you John." She produced a broad smile as she slipped on 
some white sandals. She looked him up and down and commented 
about his appearance in his tight blue swim shorts, "You don't look 
half bad yourself."

John chuckled to himself as he handed one of the two towels in his 
hand to his partner. Still smiling he headed for the door. "Hey, 
aren't you going to cover up?" he called after her as she began 
walking down the hallway with already a number of guests' eyes 
all over her.

She just smiled as she wrapped and tied the towel around her 
middle.

*****

The Spa's swimming pool was half indoors and half out with a hot 
tub section at one end probably catering for the colder months. The 
inside section afforded large glazed floor to ceiling windows 
letting the golden afternoon sun filter through. There was the buzz 
of quite a crowd as the couple perused the scattering of mainly 
occupied green and white striped banana lounges, spotting just two 
remaining side-by-side in the outdoor section.

In the pool there were a number of lap swimmers and on the far 
side to pulsing music was an aquarobics class in progress. John 
looked around and for the first time mentally taking note that there 
were only adults at that place. He enjoyed swimming but the 
number of times it had been interrupted by some playful children 
he was happy for the peace for a change.

As Monica and John were about to sit a voice came from behind 
them,

"Hello folks," the couple looked up with little surprise to see 
Mulder and Scully also attired for the fun and relaxing activity. 
"Just beat us to the last of the seating." There was an awkward 
moment when John wondered whether his weekend with Monica 
would constantly be invaded but he had to take stock and keep in 
mind that it was the three of them that had led him into this 
situation and there would still be plenty of alone time with his 
lover.

"Mulder, Dana." John greeted as he stood upright, but it was 
Monica who spoke next,

"That's okay, we'll share. Dana and myself will go swimming first 
while you two relax. Dana?" "Fine by me." Dana agreed as she 
began to undo the tie of her short silky wrap and handed her towel 
to Mulder for safekeeping.

The men exchanged glances and then reclined on the lounges as 
the women prepared themselves for a swim. As Monica peeled off 
her towel next to her partner John immediately noticed people's 
gazes around the room but he felt proud that this sexy women with 
the to die for body was his girl.

Then Dana began removing her wrap that had just before only 
been slightly opening revealing hidden surprises. John found 
himself staring, just like many others in the area, and anticipating 
what she looked like underneath. He had seen her in low cut and 
appealing outfits before but never stripping down to something as 
little as swimming attire. Monica had already dived in the pool and 
was swimming laps as Dana, facing Mulder, let the material fall 
off her shoulders revealing a very naked back all the way down to 
her butt. Giving the cover-up to her partner she turned and John 
saw that even though it was a one piece black number there was 
very little material. The halter top had strings tied around her neck 
and there were also string ties over her hips connecting the front to 
the back. The neckline left little to the imagination just how 
alluring her breasts were.

John turned his gaze away just in time to see Monica pulling 
herself up out of the pool and standing at the edge looking even 
sexier wet if that was possible.

"Coming Dana?" she called and the woman between he and 
Mulder moved to the water's edge.

John wasn't quite sure whether it was just Dana or also Monica that 
Mulder was admiring but his mouth was open and stayed that way 
as Dana slipped into the pool and Monica dived in for another lap.

The men just watched as Dana casually swam to the far end of the 
pool and Monica did a couple of laps and then joined her. They 
hovered there talking out of earshot and looking back at their men 
every so often.

"Yours shapes up well in a swim suit." Mulder kept staring at the 
ladies. "She does at that," John mused. There were more moments 
of thoughtful silence.

"So Doggett, you're one to talk." Mulder was the first to break the 
silence. "Huh?" "You're the one who told us to keep it down in the 
room." Mulder sniggered. John looked at him with his brow 
furrowed until he understood then his eyes diverted to the ground 
and then back to the ladies. "I don't blame you though. Seems that 
nimble body of hers would be an asset in the bedroom."

"Mulder, I..." John hesitated not knowing what to say in the uneasy 
situation. He still didn't know Mulder well enough socially to be 
giving away any intimate secrets. "You just sounded like you were 
having a good time, a very good time," he looked smug.

"Okay, I get the point, we're even. Can we drop it now?"

"We can but if either of is are going to get any peace tonight we 
might need to make a few concessions."

The ladies who were getting out of the pool and wanting their 
towels interrupted John's thoughts of what Mulder may have had in 
mind. Both men obediently look towels to their women who were 
laughing with each other as they dried off.

It was the men's turn to swim, as the women lay back and relaxed. 
John noticed that they didn't seem to see the eyes on them as a few 
people passed. Possibly they were used to being watched by me, 
John mused.

*****

The water was cool but not cold, a suggestion that the place was 
not for total indulgence. John had been to swimming pools where 
steam emanated off the surface. This temperature invigorated the 
system and got people moving rather than just relaxing. The spa 
pool was for there for that luxury and John noticed it was well 
attended.

It was good to feel his usual muscles glide through the water. He 
had used many more than the norm that day and the previous 
evening. He hoped that this exercise would spare him some of the 
pain he would probably feel the following day. As he swam lap 
after lap, enjoying the natural euphoria gliding through water and 
listening to his own breathing afforded, his mind went briefly back 
to his past. It was as though a wall had been built between then and 
the present. The other side of the wall wasn't all for naught but 
seemed insignificant compared with what was happening in his life 
at that time. Was it all too good to be true?  In the past he'd had 
happy times but they had been short lived, the pain far outweighing 
the good. Would John Doggett's history repeat itself?

He was beginning to wonder what Mulder was doing when he 
thought he heard his name being called. Almost at one end he 
slowed and looked up, shaking the wet from his face. Before he 
could focus a body slipped in beside him and his first thought was 
Mulder. All that flashed through his mind in an instant. Only when 
there were hands on his chest then over his shoulders did he focus 
on the gorgeous brown eyes before him. Orientating himself put 
the couple on the far side from where Mulder and Scully were the 
ones relaxing on the lounges.

"Feel better?" Monica whispered. John felt the cool of the pool's 
edge on his back and Monica was pushing him a little with her 
hands, keeping him in captivity. As though he would ever want to 
leave her. "You're a good swimmer." "I've done my fair share." His 
hands went to her waist and brought her closer. That end of the 
pool was shallower enabling them to get a foothold but Monica 
didn't need that security when she had his body to cling to.

"You're not so bad yourself." John had been genuinely surprised at 
her water fitness. "Oh? You sound surprised." Monica showed her 
perfectly white teeth.

"I thought you might be one of the girls who lies around the pool 
or on the beach looking sexy." He tried to keep a straight face but 
he knew she saw through it. She gave him a small shove.

"You do, do you and why would you think that?" His hands 
decided to help explain his comment. "Because you might as well 
be wearing nothing at all." His fingers tugged at the tie of the 
string of her bikini bottom almost undoing one side. "Do you often 
get the guys hot for you by wearing next to nothing?" "There's only 
one guy I want hot for me." She moved in and John felt a hand on 
what was growing in his swimming briefs. "Oh, and who's that? 
Do I know him?" John pretended unawareness and untied one 
string completely and in retaliation slipped a hand underneath the 
material cupping one buttock.

"I wouldn't tell you John." Her hand applied more pressure hitting 
the right spots to make him all horny again. "You might be 
jealous." "I'm not the jealous type." His fingers lifted her leg so 
that her knee was beside his hip giving access to her inner sanctum 
and then just grazed the soft, sensitive flesh with his fingertips.

"You would be jealous if you met him." She whimpered but tried 
to control her visual emotions with a straight face. "I would, why?" 
Slipping inside her crease, multiple fingers felt slowly along the 
hot, slippery length. John felt Monica's searing aroused breath on 
his lips but they didn't kiss for fear that what they were doing 
under the water would be accentuated.

"He is smart, savvy, so handsome and a body I could eat. He has 
the bluest eyes I have ever seen." Monica stared into John's eyes as 
she began taking down his briefs a little at a time. Unwanted 
attention was not an option. "I have blue eyes." John's solid fingers 
delved deeper finding her entrance with two of his digits. He could 
see that Monica was finding it hard to stay in control from the 
outside but loved being able to get her so worked up like that.

"Yes, you do but ...," she carefully released his solid erection and 
began working it with her hand. "... but do you have a thick hard 
cock that can take me to heaven and then come back for more time 
after time?"

"Sounds like I should be jealous." Hopefully, from the exterior this 
just looked like a conversation between two people who adored 
each other. Both were trying so hard not to let on about the party 
that was going on below the water.

The way Monica maneuvered her fingers and the way the 
conversation was heading made the situation immensely 
provocative. John kept up a steady rhythm with his hand, gauging 
Monica's increasing desire with the increased hot breaths on his 
face.

"You should be highly envious. The way his fingers work and 
probe me while he kisses me passionately..." At that point she 
couldn't say another word but experience the sensation that her 
body was enduring. The only sign on her face that she was coming 
was a slight frown but under the water was a totally different story. 
John felt the hot gush over his fingers and the vibration of her 
inner muscles.

Momentarily she slowed her motions on his ever-ready dick but he 
didn't mind. Just looking at her, into her wide brown eyes as she 
came was enough to put him on the brink. One small penile touch 
later he was pulsing out everywhere. He couldn't hide his emotions 
another second. As he continued to let fly he slipped his fingers out 
of her and pulled her in for a deep poolside kiss.

"So is this how that man of yours kisses?" He smiled before going 
back in for some after sex pleasure. This was what love was all 
about, being able to express it freely but also to experience 
excitement with a little taboo.

A shadow loomed over them of which they slowly became aware.

*****

"Ahem you two," they looked up quickly to see Starr by the pool's 
edge and wondered if she had seen anything incriminating. After 
all they had more or less had sex in a crowded pool. They did have 
sex. "I've been looking for you everywhere." "Yes?" Monica spoke 
first and Starr crouched down to get closer. Holding Monica near 
to hide his unclothed state below, John hoped Starr would not see 
the untied string of her bikini bottoms.

"You've put your name down for the evening hike along with your 
two friends." Starr had noticed that Mulder and Dana had been 
chummy with them. What else had she noticed? "I'm asking all the 
participants if they have any specific requests for their packaged 
dinner."

They had gone first base; Starr hadn't said anything about what 
they'd been doing. The repercussions of having sex in public may 
be not so pleasant. It's just that Monica brought something out in 
John that was untamed and linear.

"I don't mind Starr, you John?" Starr wrote something in her 
notebook and looked at John. "Just nothing tofu or too fancy..." He 
was going to add, `...or crap like that,' but decided to cool it.

Starr smiled and they knew they had gone second base and further 
away from her having seen anything.

"Okay," she began to get up. "You two seem to be enjoying 
yourselves here and making most use of the place." "We'll 
definitely be back again," Monica smiled. "Good," Starr ginned 
and began to move away; third base. John and Monica gave each 
other a knowing look but then saw the figure above them again. 
"Just thought I'd let you know." She looked at them with a sparkle 
behind those eyes of hers. "I just had to remind those two friends 
of yours that there are places..." She didn't need to say more, they 
both knew they had been spotted.

As Starr left they couldn't help but giggle like a couple of 
teenagers. Starr obviously saw more going on around her place 
than first thought. From then on they would need to be more 
discreet. He privately smiled at what that would mean.

Chapter 9

Late afternoon was still light but dusk was approaching as the 
group of about twenty gathered for the evening hike. The air was a 
little chilly so jackets were in order, so were some sturdy boots for 
the trek up the mountain. Starr had lent them each a Health Spa 
backpack with two compartments. One for the meal they would 
have on their destination and the other with a flashlight, a small 
first aid kit and a few other sundries that they didn't want to bother 
checking just then.

"Okay everyone, listen up." Starr's voice hushed the crowd, 
including Mulder and Dana beside John and Monica who had been 
in their own little world since meeting them at their room earlier. 
They couldn't keep their hands off each other, touching hugging 
and canoodling any moment they could. This was very much what 
John wanted to do with Monica but their relationship was still a 
little fresh and he wasn't sure what her reaction would be.

"As the guidelines set out, this hike caters for walkers with 
medium level fitness. It is straight up the mountain but we will 
keep up a steady pace. We need to stay together so there will be no 
walking ahead. If by a slim chance someone finds himself or 
herself separated from the group then there is a map of the walking 
track in your backpacks and a flashlight." There were small 
murmurs from the group probably wondering who would be silly 
enough to get lost. "The hike will take two hours, forty-five 
minutes walk both ways leaving thirty minutes to sit and eat and 
watch the dusk."

John gave Monica's hand a small squeeze and they exchanged 
smiles as the assembly set off on their next activity for the 
weekend. The couple was about midway in the group just in front 
of Mulder and Dana.

"So what were you and Dana talking about in the pool this 
afternoon?" John had been curious ever since he and Mulder had 
watched the two women clearly chatting about their men. They 
walked along the relatively steep track, still holding hands. They 
were probably one of the fittest couple in the group so the pace 
was an easy one.

"About what lucky women we are to have such hunky men." John 
pulled Monica closer and ran a hand around her back under her 
backpack. "And what else? You didn't just talk about our attributes 
all that time."

"You really want to know?" Monica stepped over a log that had 
fallen onto the leaf littered track. By this stage the group had 
spread out a bit so their conversation would have been private.

"Yeah, I wanna know what girls talk about when they discuss their 
men."

"We talked about lots of different things; work, hobbies, what we 
did last weekend, what we hoped to get from the future." "Okay," 
he said slowly, really wanting something juicier than that.

"She also asked me how long I had known I loved you."

John was silent for a moment wondering how to respond to such an 
unanticipated statement.

"So what did you say?"

Monica stopped him, visibly wanting to say the next part to his 
face. John couldn't even anticipate what would come from her lips 
after that. In the time it took for her to respond he briefly thought 
to himself about when it was he knew he loved her.

"I said that I've loved you from the first time I met you." She 
reached around him and drew his ass closer so their bodies touched 
and they were looking face to face. "The first time? Back in New 
York?" John was definitely surprised. "Well the first assignment 
we had together."

"Monica, I..." "No, let me continue. It wasn't your vulnerability at 
that time of Luke's disappearance but your strength of character 
and your determination to find the truth that I admired. I always 
knew that the man for me would be one with inner strength and it 
helps if he has a body and looks to go with it," she smiled sweetly, 
the smile that always melted John internally.

"So you do want me for my body and looks," he quipped. "I want 
your body and everything that goes with it." She moved up closer 
to his face and brushed her lips on his. "So what part do you like 
the best?" he growled in her mouth. Monica pulled him closer than 
close and rubbed her groin on his causing a small amount of 
expelled air to escape his mouth, also nonverbally giving him her 
answer. That was when he felt the compelling need to kiss her.

As their bodies nestled into the sweetness of the moment they 
didn't notice others passing them and a couple of whistles. They 
didn't hear Mulder call out to them to catch up to the group. When 
their bodies finally were sated and disconnected they looked up to 
see no one around.

"Quick Monica, we'll need to walk a bit faster to catch up." He 
took her hand as they made bigger strides all the time listening for 
sounds of the group indicating they were getting closer.

Turning a corner they came across a fork in the path but no sign of 
any hiking group member, the only sounds around them a slight 
rustling in the leaves where a gentle breeze raced through. They 
had been left behind not knowing which path the rest of the crowd 
took. The fading light made it difficult to see any clue of where 
footfalls may have recently trodden.

"So, take your pick John," Monica looked at the signposts. "Will it 
be Mohonk Peak or Catskills Peak?" "This way." John had no idea 
why he chose the path he did but the evening was drawing to a 
close and dusk was imminent. He wanted to see what all the fuss 
was about hiking up the mountain in the evening.

*****

There was not a soul in sight. Neither were there any sounds of 
society so with every step the couple knew they had taken the 
wrong path.

"John, we should go back and find the others." Monica suggested. 
"And miss out on sunset? Isn't that part of why we're here?" Just 
then the path opened up to a small clearing strewn with logs and 
leaf litter but no people. No wonder the group had gone the other 
way, there was probably a bigger cleared area for them to spread 
out and eat dinner. This spot was only large enough for about half 
the group.

Monica walked over to the edge of the clearing and John could 
almost hear her sighs. As he approached, he knew why. They had a 
clear view of the Mohonk Reserve for miles in many directions. 
On the horizon there were the spectacular pinks, yellows and 
oranges of a splendid sunset. Sun rays shot out looking like a 
king's crown, from a darkened distant mountain range. The light 
reddened a large far-away lake.

Neither of them had seen something quite so spectacular. Without 
words John took Monica into his arms and they stayed there just 
taking in the view until the sun disappeared behind the ranges and 
the light began to fade revealing the first far off stars.

"John, I've never seen a sunset quite like it." She nestled into his 
shoulder. "Neither have I but there is something more beautiful 
than any sunset." "Oh?"

He turned her around to look at him face to face and simply said 
with that raspy voice, "You."

The way Monica looked at him even in the growing darkness he 
knew that she truly did love him. He wanted her then. His stamina 
was returning and the moment was conducive to intimacy. John 
took her hand and led her to a log a short distance away. It was 
smooth and relatively comfortable probably having been sat on by 
many people before them. Before sitting they took off their 
backpacks and placed them beside the log.

"So besides telling Dana before you tell me that you love me and 
have loved me forever, what else did you girls talk about?" John 
sidled up next to her on the log half looking at the beauty beside 
him and also at the evening view below them, down the mountain, 
to the lights of the Health Spa.

"We're still on that topic? What do you want me to say, that we 
talked about sex?" "Yes, that could be a start." John wanted to 
juice the conversation for what it was worth. This was the weekend 
away of his dreams and after all the fun and intimacy he was 
loosening up for once in his life. "You want me to say that we 
discussed what our men are like in bed?" Monica rested a hand on 
his thigh and began gently rubbing, feeling the hard muscle 
through his jeans.

"You did?" John looked at her seriously for an instant then his face 
softened and those worry lines disappeared. He could tell by 
Monica's short throaty laugh that she understood. Whether she 
concocted the next part for his benefit he didn't know but the 
thought of the two women talking about their men in an intimate 
way was a real turn on.

"She asked me what was the one thing that you did to me that got 
me instantly aroused." Her hand went up a little further wanting to 
feel more of his firm body. The hardness in his crotch met her hand 
and she caressed his need for her.

"And?" "After I said that anything you did to me would get me 
aroused, she insisted I tell her one thing." Monica kept feeling as 
she spoke obviously enjoying making him long for her. Her efforts 
were paying off, inside his pants was alive with activity.

"So what did you tell her?" John spat the words out as Monica 
undid his jeans and carefully unzipped him. She turned to straddle 
the log to get a better look into his face in the then fast dimming 
light. With her hand caressing his rigid log she continued, "I said 
that all you had to do was look at me with those clear blue eyes of 
yours and say in the sexiest voice, `Monica, I want you' and I'm 
instantly yours.

"Oh, that all?" John's vocal chords were giving out and his 
sentences were shorter as Monica helped him slide the band of his 
jeans just enough to free the grown entity. The air was becoming 
chilly so what they were about to do would need clothes to mostly 
remain on. "And Dana?"

"She said that all Mulder had to do was to look into her eyes and 
run a thumb over her cheek before he delicately kissed her." The 
hard on was stretching John's briefs but Monica was deliberately 
delaying the inevitable. "We talked a lot more too." "What else?" 
The pressure his briefs was almost becoming unbearable but he 
was also very turned on hearing about what the other couple did 
for thrills. "I asked her what was the one thing that drives Mulder 
wild in the bedroom." "She told you?" There were only whimpers 
from his throat.

"Want me to demonstrate?" Monica gave his rigid staff a grasp. 
Even before he could respond she was off the log and kneeling 
between his open legs. She heard what sounded like a `yes' from 
his closed mouth and moved her face down. Taking in the scent of 
his fresh underwear and his desire beneath, she slowly peeled the 
material off just enough to uncover the head. Her kiss was light but 
John felt close to losing all control. It had been years since he'd 
been given head but he wanted it all to endure for the sake of the 
intimate moment and that he wanted to give his lover satisfaction 
too.

The wet of her tongue glided over the head and then her mouth 
was over it sucking and then kissing, swiveling her tongue around 
in circles over the aroused salty tip. As she slowly lowered his 
briefs her mouth followed. John's vocals were reduced to grunts 
and moans and his fingers played through her hair while she took 
his whole length into her mouth. All John could see was Monica's 
bobbing head but what he felt on his manhood was pure heaven.

Releasing it for a moment she pulled the material exposing his 
balls and then gently sucked them, feeling the then wet erection 
bounce on her nose.

"Monica,' he spat out. Her tongue made a hot wet line up his shaft 
to the head again seized control once more. Did she really want 
him to come in her mouth? He was about to explode but held on 
enough to coax her up by placing his hands under her arms. 
Intuitively she knew what he wanted, especially as he moved her 
hips to turn around. It would take too long to take any clothes right 
off so John quickly thought of the remedy.

With Monica facing out to the then moonlit sky, he helped her 
down with her track pants and underwear so they lingered just 
above her knees. Her ass in the moonlight looked ethereal as he 
lowered her onto his awaiting passenger. For support both her 
hands went to his knees as he guided himself into her awaiting 
lodgings. With moans from both their throats they began a ride that 
was truly exotic. There was silvery light all around and brisk fresh 
air making the moment too good to be true. Monica used all her 
thigh strength to traverse over and over his long length.

With one hand on her naked hips and the other on the log beside 
him, John moved his hips up to meet her downward movements. 
His head flopped back, his muscle strength being drained by his 
thigh muscles as the motions became more burning.

"Fu-uck, oh shi-it," John heard her whispered words and knew she 
was close. With all his strong will he held off until he knew for 
sure his lover was satisfied.

"Monica,' he whispered, "Come for me." She did just that as he 
spoke. The waves of her pleasure floated over his deeply wedged 
shaft seeming to last for ages. She was motionless on him so he 
kept up the actions to bring his own explosive liberation. Both his 
hands went to her hips again as he held her steady while he shot his 
cum deep inside her. Not often he was vocal on release but this 
was so strong he let out some grunts to help balance the aching 
pressure.

After moments, the force of gravity took over as their senses 
returned to the real world. Monica slipped off John's very much 
appreciative organ and pulled up her pants, looking a little wobbly.

"So did Dana really tell you all that?" John found his voice. "Of 
course not, do you think we'd give away intimate secrets like that?" 
Monica gave a Mona Lisa smile in the moonlight leaving John 
with some doubt as to the true nature of their conversation. She sat 
on his lap just in time to hear some approaching voices and see 
some flashlights.

"John? Monica?" It was Dana's voice they heard as the flashlight 
shone in the lovers' faces then down over their bodies. Just as well 
Monica was sitting in John's lap or Dana would have seen his state 
of undress. His jacket also would have hidden the surprise.

"You found them Dana?" Mulder's voice was heard next. "You two 
had us worried but Dana here worked out what must have 
happened."

"We're good," Monica explained as John had his arms wrapped 
around her middle making sure she stayed put. "You coming then? 
The rest of the group is heading back down. The party starts in an 
hour." They still had their flashlights on making moving just then 
to be a little too revealing.

"Give us a minute will you?" John spoke and the couple began 
walking back to the track.

Quickly they both stood with John behind Monica using her as a 
shield in case the others decided to look back. He quickly 
rearranged himself and did up his pants. Picking up their 
backpacks they replaced them and headed to the flashlights.

"Must remember this place," Mulder spoke to John. "A good place 
for a little nookie." He then sniggered and gave John a friendly 
shove with his elbow.

John just laughed. ...........

Chapter 10 - The party

"So what are you wearing John?" Monica called from the 
bathroom after just getting out of the shower and drying herself. 
The party was to start in about five minutes and neither of them 
was dressed. As if it would take long, only to require dressing in 
one article. Unless that article was one shoe then most likely the 
partygoers would all be bare footed.

John rummaged around in his luggage for something that would 
catch his fancy.

"Not sure yet. I'm willing to bet half the guys there will be wearing 
boxers," he called. Monica walked out dressed only in a towel, her 
hair still wet and watched John as he scratched his head with 
indecision. "Did you bring a G-string?" John looked over to see 
Monica grinning.

"Now you would like me in one of those, wouldn't you!" he gave 
her a sideways glance. "It would certainly show off two of your 
many assets." Monica came over to help him look and took a 
handful of ass. "Monica! You wanting to get laid again?" He 
turned to meet her head on and drew her into his unclothed skin, 
pretending to take the towel from her body.

"John, if we're late then Mulder and Dana will know exactly what 
we've been doing. They already know about up the mountain. 
They're not FBI agents for nothing." "All right but be prepared 
later because you are getting no sleep tonight woman!" He let her 
go and she looked at the mess he had created in his bag.

"So you don't care about the noise we make?" she reminded.  She 
also rummaged in his luggage and produced some dark blue nylon 
striped square leg training shorts that looked as though they might 
hug his ass tightly. "Mulder and myself are going to have to come 
to an agreement on that one." After pushing the shorts into his 
chest she went to the draw and pulled out something light blue that 
John hadn't seen before.

With an impish expression she went back to the bathroom to 
change. "Whatever you and Mulder come up with I'm not keeping 
quiet tonight, no matter what."

As John slipped his fitness shorts over his bare limbs he wondered 
what Monica was putting on. Whatever it was seemed skimpy and 
once again he would be seeing eyes on his beautiful partner. As he 
waited he lay on the bed looking at the Spa's list of programs. His 
eyes lingered on the class they would be attending the next 
morning. As if they needed to take a class to do with better sex. 
The way they were going they could be running it. It would be 
good to see what actually went on though. Just as he read the 
words, `Bring you partner' the bathroom door opened.

John's jaw hung open watching his woman dressed only in a pale 
blue stretch delicate lace chemise with scalloped edges. It barely 
covered her treasures and left a faint imprint of what lay 
underneath. As she walked over to him he saw that movement in 
the revealing outfit made her look even sexier.

"Tell me that's to go underneath something." John questioned with 
disbelief. "Then it'd be more than one item. Do you like it?" She 
smiled and did a full circle.

"I... put it this way, there will be no doubt it's only one item." John 
felt his brow sweating up as she lay down on the bed next to him 
and took his hand. "So you do like it." Her hand moved his to her 
ass and slipped it underneath the lacy fabric letting him get a feel 
over her silky clean skin. Leaving his hand there to explore, her 
fingers went to his shorts and grabbed the front using a flat hand to 
feel his assets. The same hand explored up and over his chest.

"Perfect," she whispered as fingers played with his nicely muscled 
chest and arms. When she began kissing his chest and then moving 
on top of him lying along his chest, her lips close to his, he knew if 
this were to go on any longer he would be in no state to enter the 
party.

"Monica, we have to go. We can continue this later." She placed 
her lips on his and once again they were in the heat of passion. He 
let it continue for a few minutes but then he just had to break it up 
in favor of not being in an embarrassing state of arousal as they 
headed for the party room.

"Awww John," Monica took her time climbing off his body and let 
him see a little more skin than what he wanted the partygoers to 
see. With her fingers splayed she fluffed up her hair which she let 
dry naturally giving it some body he hadn't seen before, making 
her look even more wild and sexy if that was possible.

Before they left he pulled her close once more and with a low 
rumble promised to quench her every desire later that night. "I'll do 
whatever you want but later Monica."

"Anything?" John liked the way she said it and already knew that 
this weekend would be the most memorable in his life.

*****

The room was already packed with clientele and a lot of laughter 
and noise. Music was going on in the background and the lights 
were low but still enough to see others. The rule was no alcohol 
but the mood of the place was still high. Even though John liked a 
beer at a party it wasn't an essential to have a potentially good 
time.

As expected all eyes were on Monica and her sexy see through 
outfit as the couple walked through the room looking for their 
friends.

John secretly wondered what Dana would be wearing. She had 
dressed sexily in the past but not as much as Monica. Would she 
make the most of the evening and show a bit of skin? They 
bypassed the refreshments table and a few eager hands that 
pretended to touch his woman. All John had to do was give him 
one of his looks and they backed off without her even noticing.

Mulder and Dana were in one corner talking to Starr, who was 
wearing a white Roman toga tied at the shoulder. When she saw 
John and Monica, she greeted them and motioned to the others that 
she would catch them later.

"What was that all about?" John asked as he watched the Spa 
owner glide away. "Oh, just seeing how we were enjoying 
ourselves." Mulder responded. "Looks like she's doing the rounds."

John wasn't so sure; did he see a hint of secrecy going on? It put a 
little doubt in his mind, which he quickly decided to ignore in 
favor of having a good time.

There was a ring of a spoon on a glass and gradually all eyes were 
on Starr who stood on a podium halfway through the room. It was 
as if she had been waiting for them before she decided to make her 
speech. As she began her welcomes and pleasantries, John's eyes 
wandered over to Dana. He has wondered what she would decide 
to wear. Would it be practical like a bath towel, comfortable by 
wearing a long flannel pajama top or would she also go the 
suggestive?

John's sense of beauty in women was rewarded with her wearing a 
green sheer Georgette sleep shirt with delicate neckties and a 
flounced trim. The hem was short but covered the essentials. She 
too must have brought some sexy night attire to appeal to her man. 
Mulder wore lycra jammers exposing his bare chest. Come to think 
of it most men in the room seemed to be wearing either pajama 
bottoms or swimwear. If they had been given more warning before 
coming to the spa then would probably the scene would have 
shown more creativity.

A hand felt over John's butt and stayed there, making him jump a 
little out of his inner thoughts. "You listening to this John?" 
Monica's voice was close to his ear. "You were miles away."

He just nodded and started to listen to what Starr had to say.

"There will be awards and privileges given to the winners." She 
was almost finished so he deduced that the party wasn't one just to 
chat and mingle but there would be some games. Glancing around 
the room John was once again thankful for no children; it would 
mean the games would be more to an adult's taste.

"So you two, willing to give the first one a go?" Mulder gave 
Monica a look that suggested he really liked her outfit without 
intimating it in front of his girlfriend. Waiting for Monica's reply 
because John had no idea what the `first one' was, he decided to go 
along with her decision. He also gave a playful `keep your eyes off' 
look back at the other male.

As the room cleared in the center and people began forming a line, 
two of the staff produced a long bamboo stick while some calypso 
style music began playing. Suddenly knowing exactly what the 
first game was, John was beginning to wonder if the outfit Monica 
had worn was conducive to bending over backwards and doing the 
limbo under a barrier.

"This is for a free Swedish massage John." Monica pushed his ass 
over to join the long limbo line. "Do you think you should play in 
that?" He looked particularly at the very faint dark patch of her 
groin. "I think I could win this John, I'll keep my legs together," 
she teased.

*****

The line was moving and already half the contenders were out, 
having touched the bar on the way through. This Health Spa was 
not just a place to come for a break but to start on the road to 
fitness. By the look of some of the bodies they needed it. John was 
glad he worked out and was proud to show off his body but as for 
being limber he would need to work on that side.

Mulder and Scully were in front of the other two agents and easily 
cleared the bar on the first time round. John watched as Monica's 
lithe body easily bent over backwards and cleared the bar with 
inches to spare. He also saw that there was a group of males 
standing and admiring the view from in front. Had they 
deliberately taken up position there?

There was clapping and cheering from the group as Monica went 
past them. She smiled, bowed and moved on. Again John found 
himself giving that look to the men but this time they just laughed 
it off. Monica was asking for it by wearing such a sexy outfit with 
no underwear.

As the music played on, the line became shorter until there were 
about six contenders left. The limbo bar was lowered to about a 
meter above the ground and John knew there was no way he would 
clear it. The girls bent under it nimbly leaving just Monica and 
Dana in the game.

John followed Mulder and stood beside him while they watched 
their women contending for the prize. Dana was first and slowly 
crouched down and bent right back. This time she moved under 
slowly edging her way and clearing the bar. John's jaw hung open 
when she couldn't help but spread her legs to get leverage. Both 
their women were without panties and he couldn't let Monica go 
on. Mulder must have sensed John's agitation and held him back 
with a hand.

"Just let her try. These guys have been getting an eyeful all the 
way along, one more wouldn't hurt." He winked at John, who 
didn't like it but understood. He watched as his woman spread her 
knees a little then very nimbly also cleared the bar to the cheers 
and whistles of the crowd. He just wished he had insisted she wear 
underwear. For other men to see what only he should see was a 
little disturbing but it was too late to take it back.

The rod was lowered again and this time Dana touched it with her 
breasts. If Monica cleared the bar then she would be the winner. 
John found himself staring at her lissom body and was secretly 
proud that she was his. All the others could eye her off but she was 
taken. He would be the one taking her back to the room and the 
bed to take that body for his possession. The slow clapping began 
as his woman bent down and with a backward neck movement just 
got through.

The cheers and whistles continued, as Monica was presented with 
the complimentary massage voucher. She gave Dana a hug and 
went over to her man.

"You did good." He wrapped his strong arms around her and 
moved his hand deliberately to her butt and lifted her off the 
ground to kiss her. Most of the actions were for the benefit of the 
randy onlookers. "Remind me to give you my prize later." 
"Promises." Monica gave him a deep kiss not caring that there 
were lustful eyes looking her way.

Starr was announcing the next contest. Was it John's imagination 
or were the games becoming more sexually orientated?

"This game will be a little bit hotter and designed for passionate 
couples." She produced a device that she had behind her back and 
began explaining. "This box here is called a pash-o-meter. The 
idea is that couples produce their best ever kissing effort and the 
meter here will record your pash rating, or in other words, it will 
give you a percentage hotness rating of your mutual kiss."

There was an excited buzz around the room as potential partners 
discussed their participation.

"So Monica, Dana is going to sit this one out. Want to play with 
me?" Mulder teased. "Hey Buddy," John was quick to step in. 
"Keep your hormones to yourself."

Monica just laughed, loving the attention that both men gave her. 
Giving a smug Mulder a backward glare he took Monica's hand 
and led her to the arena.

*****

There were ten interested couples while the others either watched 
or mingled.

"Okay, the rule is that you kiss for as long as it takes for Sven here 
to record all your pash levels." John gathered that Sven was part of 
the staff. He was a blond man well over six feet tall, tan trim and 
finely muscled. He wondered what his role was at the Spa, maybe 
a fitness instructor. That reminded John to make a mental note to 
visit the gym before they left. "The prize this time for the winning 
couple will be a copy of the book called `Forbidden Sex Tricks' not 
that the winners would probably need it," she said in a lower voice 
eliciting some laughs from the crowd.

"Ready?" John looked into Monica's gorgeous hazel pools and 
summoned the courage to kiss this woman with all the passion he 
could muster. "Uh huh," she smiled back and licked her lips which 
were rich and flushed red with blood. He looked down her body at 
the very sexy outfit she was barely wearing and his temperature 
rose ten degrees just thinking of what they were about to do in 
front of spectators. He was determined to show those over-sexed 
perverts that Monica was his and his alone.

Starr indicated to begin but John took his time to feel over her 
body first. He knew that if he touched the right places then they 
wouldn't have to work as hard at the kiss to let the degrees soar. 
One hand felt over her butt as the other fingered her breasts. A 
single digit roamed between her cleavage and then traced the 
outline of her outfit. Her heart was already thumping and he had 
barely touched anything. Her hands moved over the bare skin of 
his back then down to his butt, pulling him closer, just wanting 
them to begin kissing. A hand went to her hair and he splayed his 
fingers through it, bringing her head closer to his.

Both mouths opened anticipating the candy sweetness of their lips 
touching and the sparks of raw energy that each encounter 
produced. Ever since the first kiss in that hotel's alley they had just 
been feverish for each other. It was also kind of exciting with 
viewers. Their open mouths brushed and tongues licked along 
already wet lips. Only with light touches first they just absorbed 
their radiating feelings for each other.

As John's need became more urgent the hands that had been on her 
ass slipped a little and rested at the top of her bare thighs. His 
fingers crept around so they rested just inside her thighs from the 
back. From the little past experience he'd had finding Monica's G 
spots he knew this was one. As she kissed him with so much craze 
her hips pushed into his erection. Her legs opened a little letting his 
fingers slip in further. With the index finger of each hand he found 
her hot and seeping wet. The groan into his mouth was a byproduct 
of what his fingers were stimulating below.

They were so hot for each other they hadn't noticed that the 
competition had finished and that all eyes were on the winners. 
John was so aroused he could have taken Monica there in front of 
everyone. All it would take was to lift up the hem of her outfit and 
lift her after flopping out his hard desire for her.

It took Mulder coming over and almost prying them apart to make 
them stop.

"You two, you've won already."

They breathed heavily looking at each other with lust filled eyes. 
Having to find somewhere fast to finish what they'd started, they 
left the room, not hearing the murmurs from the partygoers.

Not missing an opportunity John took Monica through an open 
door and into a room that was dark but looked like a study. 
Without talking he pinned his girl against the closed door and with 
a determined look that bordered on dirty he undid his zip and 
peeled his shorts so they hung around his thighs. There was no 
time to take them all the way off.

"Spread `em," he said with a growl. "You deserve a really good 
fucking." "Oh, why is that John Doggett?" He lifted her and her 
legs linked around his middle. There was no need to lift her 
clothing; it was so sparse that it rode up as she jumped his frame.


"For being a bad girl and flashing your snatch to all the guys." He 
pressed her back into the door and balanced by keeping one hand 
on the frame. "You're lucky you didn't get groped by some of 
them." With the other hand he grabbed his meat slab and began 
running it in long strokes between her wet lips. "You would protect 
me though, wouldn't you John?" When he had collected enough of 
her juices he pushed into her forcefully eliciting a series of primal 
whimpers. "I'll fight any man off who had naughty thoughts about 
you." Grunting, he pumped into her making the door thud behind 
them. "I'm the only one who is permitted to think about you 
carnally."

"Oh, so what carnal thoughts have you had lately?" As his hips 
slapped into her he placed the second hand under her shoulder and 
onto the door for more support. "Think about all the dirty things 
we can try out." His hot mast traveled in so deep, deeper than ever. 
She opened up wide just for him.

"What are some dirty things you want to do to me?" She ground 
her breasts into his face wanting to feel his hot breath on her 
nipples. A hand went around behind her to her ass and fingers 
slipped between the crack.

"Apart from biting..," He nipped at a nipple through the blue lace. 
"... and sucking sweet substances off your body...," He slurped at 
her nipples making the fabric wet. "....and licking you all over?" 
His tongue ran long strokes up her breastbone. As his solid dick 
still hammered, those fingers found their way between her cheeks 
and collected some juices before settling on that other small hole. 
"I want to try this." His voice was growling as he slipped a finger 
inside and up to the first knuckle. He had heard how erotic it could 
be for a female to be prodded in both holes.

Her hips squirmed as he finger fucked her ass hole while banging 
away from the front. In no time Monica was experiencing another 
orgasm for the day and whispering out his name as she came over 
and over. John couldn't help looking into her eyes as the waves of 
pleasure shuddered through her being. He loved getting that 
reaction from her; he almost seemed powerful.

"Come inside me John, she appealed. He was able to hold on 
longer this time but just hearing those words with her soft voice 
triggered his own liberation. "Oh, I love you Mon," he called as it 
all gushed out including the immense love he had for the woman 
he had just fucked senseless. "Oh, fuck!" he stated the obvious and 
dropped his head forward as Monica slowly slipped down the solid 
surface.

"How can we go back now?" John was still breathing heavily and 
was weak at the knees. "The whole place will know exactly what 
we did." They sat together, their backs against the door as their 
strength was gathered.

"We could just go back to the room and do dirty things to each 
other all night." Monica looked serious and then gave him a 
mischievous smile. "Just reading about that `Best Sex' class 
tomorrow has me all on edge. The more I look at it the more I 
think it's going to be something kinky."

"Oh, I certainly hope so. Come on, let's go read that brochure 
again."

As they rearranged their clothing Monica took John's hand and 
made their way to their room. There was still a lot of merriment 
coming from the party room. One horny couple wouldn't be 
missed.

*****

"Listen to this Mon," John called to the bathroom where Monica 
was drying herself after a shower. They had started together but 
John had exited when Monica wanted to finish up by shaving.

He didn't bother wearing anything to bed because he knew he 
would end up naked anyway. He secretly hoped that Monica would 
come out of the bathroom, clean and shaven and walk seductively 
over to him wearing nothing but a grin. Maybe her hands could 
touch her body as she did so? Perhaps over and around her lips 
then fondling her breasts and the going to that forbidden place 
below and showing him what he would taste later.

"Tomorrow's class sounds wild. It says here on the brochure that 
we will be shown oral sex tricks that drive each other wild." 
"Ooooh, can't wait," she echoed from the bathroom. "What else 
does it say?"

"Kissing techniques to get instant arousal, best positions for 
awesome orgasm." "Do you think there will be demonstrations?" 
She joked but the mere thought of the possibilities sent messages 
to Doggett's renewing libido. "I certainly hope so. Here's one, 
dressing to arouse your partner." The moment he said it she 
appeared at the bathroom door and lingered, her hand resting 
lightly on the doorjamb.

So that's what she had hidden in her hand before they'd had their 
shower. The material she was wearing for her bikini underwear 
was so thin and sparse that it could have easily fitted into a fist. 
There were three very small pale green triangles of fabric for the 
crotch and breasts and the rest was strings. "Do you really think we 
need to take that class John?" She smiled seductively and began 
moving to the bed. As she moved so did something under the bed 
covers. "Maybe not. So how much did you shave?" He looked to 
the hairless area around her almost non-existent thong. "Just 
enough John." As she spoke she seductively ran fingers inside the 
rim of her bikini panties as a demonstration and then moved in a 
circle so he could also see the back view.

"You trying to get me hospitalized this weekend Mon?" John was 
sitting up in bed with the sheets over his lap. Monica straddled him 
and placed her hands on his chest and began massaging.

"I certainly hope so," she teased and then clasped his hands and 
brought them to her breasts. When they were holding her mounds 
of pleasure she went back to his chest wanting him to echo all she 
was doing. John could feel the hardness protruding from 
underneath the thin fabric and was about to pull her bra straps 
down and to take in her naked beauty when there was a knock at 
the door and a distinctive voice came booming from the other side.

Monica got off the bed and headed for the door.

*****

"You're not going like that are you?" "Why not? It's not like he 
hasn't seen women in night attire before." Monica just flashed her 
smile and turned the handle. "Come in."

As Mulder entered he didn't know whether to look at her divert his 
eyes. His dick took control and looked. "Wow, must buy 
something like that for Scully. Where did you get it?" Mulder had 
to wipe away some drool from his lip. "Victoria's Secret." She 
quickly changed the topic because she was not there to turn other 
men on, just her own. "So what's on your mind Mulder?"

"We wondered where you two had gone. We were hoping you'd 
come back to the party."

"We thought we'd get an early night." John said quickly from the 
bed, hoping his continued arousal wasn't evident under the sheets. 
"Okay," Mulder smiled. "A lot of couples were happy after you left 
knowing they again had a chance win some games."

John did a corner mouth smile, chuckled and shook his head.

"I brought these." Mulder continued. "What's that?" Monica sat on 
the bed close to her lover. She took the two parcels and looked at 
the smaller one, giving the other to John. "It's my gift voucher for a 
massage. I'm going to use that tomorrow. Thank you Mulder."

"That's okay, Starr ask me to give them to you and to say she 
missed you at the party but understood." "Understood?" Monica 
looked up. "Only the couples who were more rapt with each other 
than you two wouldn't have known exactly what you were doing."

The couple looked at each other and smiled a little embarrassed.

"Well I can see you two haven't finished so I'll go. Dana's next 
door getting ready for bed. Don't be too noisy now because we'll 
hear everything." He smirked and began to leave.

"And that goes both ways pal. We don't want to be woken by your 
sexfest either." John laughed after him. "Well the way I'm feeling 
after the hike and that party it's going to be one noisy night. Got 
any earplugs?" To John that almost seemed like a competition. "No 
need, we'll just match your decibels with our own."

"John," Monica cautioned with a laugh. Mulder just laughed to the 
door and let himself out.

*****

"John, what was that all about?" "Just a male thing, you know us 
men and our egos." John pulled her closer, wanting to feel just how 
naked and sexy she was.

"So it's a competition now? Who can be the loudest or who can last 
the longest?" Monica lay across John's chest and played with a 
nipple. He found it hard not to resist touching her thigh and then 
feeling the small triangle of fabric to find out how much if any, 
hair remained. It was a real turn on for him when women shaved 
their pussies.

"Hmm John, keep doing that," she purred on his chest. With a 
finger he traced around the area over the fabric and then slipped a 
finger inside. Monica's heartbeat could be felt on his chest and she 
began moving and sighing. Her hair smelt sweet and her body 
deliciously clean. Her hand trailed down his side and under the 
bedcovers, feeling over his thighs and then up to his abdomen, 
running fingers through his pubic hair, deliberately missing the 
missile he had hidden close by.

Small kisses were placed on his chest as his fingers explored 
further underneath the flimsy fabric.

"Ahh," she sighed as his fingers felt over the small amount of 
trimmed hair remaining and then over her shaved lips. "Very nice," 
he hummed into her hair. His touch was light, just enough to 
tantalize without going too far too soon. Her hips began moving 
showing John just how aroused she was becoming at his touch. He 
felt her panties wet with desire for him and he grew even more 
under the sheets.

Fingers traced down his arm and once again over the thigh, down 
to the knee. If she had touched his manhood even just once she 
would have had her panties ripped off her and he would be going 
down on her big time but she was also pacing the action wanting 
their cravings to grow to edge on intolerance.

Taking action he slipped his hand out and began to sit, it could 
have been construed as punishment for her not stroking him there 
but he needed a breather. "John?" "Mon, if you keep doing that to 
me I'm not going to hold out." He sat up further and went for the 
parcel that Mulder had brought but they hadn't opened. "Oh? You 
mean this?" Her hand wrapped around the slab under the covers 
and began to slowly move up and down. John couldn't help but let 
out a deep growl as she leisurely pumped his ripping hard on with 
her fist.

"Not fair," is all he could get out, but then he took a deep breath 
and held onto her wrist. "Please Monica, let's look at this first." He 
began opening the package but she had other thoughts. Under the 
covers she straddled his thighs, letting the sheet just gently fall 
down her back but exposing the package he had waiting for her. 
She knew that what John was looking at was be the prize they 
received for the kissing competition but decided to take matters 
into her own hands.

John was trying very hard to stay calm as he opened the book and 
some things fell out of the pages and onto his stomach. "Forbidden 
Sex Tricks, I can't believe we would get a prize like this. Didn't 
imagine this place as kinky." Monica wasn't listening and didn't 
see as he picked up the plastic covered objects resting on his skin 
and turned them over in his fingers.

She bent down, not being able to resist tasting what John had to 
offer her. Making her mouth into an `O' she circled the head and 
began slowly sucking. He almost dropped them again as he felt the 
hot, wetness on his manhood. Trying to keep his mind off what she 
was doing long enough to let the act endure he spoke,

"Condoms and what's this?"

"Hmm?" She must have known what he was trying to do but 
continued her appetizing assault further down his shaft, licking and 
tasting, every so often looking up to see his eyes close and then 
open again trying to stay focused. "Tasty."

"Monica, I can't last long," he breathed heavily. "What's this?" he 
held up a circular piece of plastic. Looking up for a moment and 
smiling she gave him one long suck up his shaft before replying. 
"A penis ring." She went back to paying attention to his appetizing 
morsel. "What do I do with it?" Her tongue ran around the head 
then she gave a few more sucks on his thick length.

"It's meant to make the man last longer during intercourse and have 
a more powerful ejaculation." Her hands fingered his balls as she 
went down on him more deeply. "How do I use it?" He gripped the 
bed sheets as she became more determined to make him come, and 
soon. Monica smiled on his engorgement and took a brief break to 
explain; seeing he was trying so hard to distract himself away from 
the pleasure she was giving him.

"It's put over the man's flaccid penis." Her tongue did another 
circle around the tip and she slid down to take him completely 
again.

"Oh," is all that he said because he was a goner in that department. 
Fleetingly he thought about the little time he had spent `flaccid' 
that day and the previous night. The woman sucking him off had 
turned him on with her body and their newly found sexual 
compatibility. Before he could think any more he was letting it all 
out in Monica's mouth, continuing to grip the bed covers. He felt 
himself pulse into her as she kept sucking and purring. His 
thumping heart almost left his chest as he floated through the 
remaining throbs.

Monica's head moved up, showing him a huge smile. It seemed she 
liked having this sexual power over him. The tables had been 
turned. She licked her lips and then knelt between his legs as she 
began the next part of the `get John Doggett well and truly 
shagged' campaign.

*****

Slowly sliding backwards off the bed she walked seductively over 
to the dresser drawer and produced something John hadn't known 
she'd packed. "What are you doing Mon?" John just lay there 
hardly able to move. "Just relax John, and watch." Taking up the 
same position on the bed between his legs, she closed her eyes and 
began moving the dildo vibrator over her breasts through the 
skimpy fabric of her bikini top. Moaning as she concentrated on 
her nipples, she ran circles around and over them. She didn't need 
to open her eyes to tell John was watching her every move.

Slowly she brought the device to her mouth and began to suck on it 
deliciously, giving it head.

"Oh, Mon," John sighed. She opened her eyes to see that he was 
slightly erect again, which gave her renewed energy to continue 
her self-gratification with him watching.

Trailing the penis shaped device down over her chest it came to 
rest between her legs. Sitting with her feet either side of his thighs 
she began to add more pressure until John could see the wet 
showing through her underwear.

John was transfixed by the way she was immersed in the pleasure 
of touching herself for him. The dildo went to the skin either side 
of the material then slipped underneath. Monica's man could see 
the tool working over her clit, beneath the filmy fabric and it was 
playing with his mind and nether regions big time.

When she pulled aside the material exposing her sex his penis 
found new life. Spreading her legs wide, she pushed the vibrator 
deep inside her cavern and flicked the switch at the end producing 
a low humming sound.

Monica groaned out her evident bliss as she moved it in and out. 
Moving the material further to one side she used those fingers to 
slip over her clit giving her more needed stimulation. As he 
watched he knew that she was enjoying giving him the taste of 
what every red- blooded male would want to see. She was showing 
him with her actions exactly how she liked to be touched there.

"Oh, John," she began moaning. Her hips moved a little more as 
her arousal was increasing. John just remained quiet; concerned 
that if he spoke it would break the spell. Her fingers worked 
urgently as she reached her peak, mouth open and panting. Her 
lover saw the fluid of her orgasm ooze out as she came for him. 
Her fingers remained still and the vibrator stayed in place as she 
wafted with the clouds. Her smile indicated her sense of 
achievement at being able to perform in front of her man. "Oh, 
Mon, that was something." The device stayed embedded as she 
rested back on her hands getting her breath back.

After visiting the bathroom she slipped under the covers next to 
her lover and snuggled up close.

"So you liked that?" "Hmm," he rested his head in her hair. "Very 
much. Next time it's my turn, okay? I want to do that to you." Of 
course she would agree to that.

John reached over to turn off the bedside lamp reducing the 
illumination in the room to the moonlight trickling in through the 
only window.

"Ah, it's so quiet and peaceful here," Monica mumbled on John's 
chest. "It is at that." As they began to doze it was fast becoming 
evident that the night was not going to be so tranquil. From the 
next room they were hearing all kinds of sounds they could barely 
make out but knew what was happening. John and Monica just 
chuckled into each other's bodies.

*****

Chapter 11

"Do you think those two got any sleep last night?" Monica slipped 
on some soft drawstring track pants over her lacy underwear and 
then began to add her matching tank top. John was towel drying 
his hair after their shower and standing at the dresser wondering 
what he would also wear. He could tell that there was a hot set of 
eyes on his body. Monica had told him recently how much she 
admired watching him naked; so he let her have a long hard look 
while he picked out some underwear, sport pants and a T-shirt.

Smiling to himself he turned and walked to the bed.

"Like what you see?" he smirked. "Hmmm, very much. Would you 
mind walking around like that all day so I don't have to wait until 
we're alone?" Monica began combing her hair looking into the 
dresser mirror as though her comment was the most natural in the 
world. "Hmm, if you want." He came up behind her and gave her a 
kiss on the back of the neck. She turned in his arms and just 
happened to let her hands fall to his butt.

"Very nice," she crooned as her hands traversed every inch of skin 
of the firm mounds. "If you continue that Monica Reyes, we'll 
never get out of this room." He placed his hands on her backside 
and pulled her closer letting her experience his firm resolve.

"John, you don't know how tempting that is." Her hands smoothed 
up his back and hugged him even closer. "That can be arranged," 
his voice was honey, teasing her. John pulled his women along 
backwards towards the bed and fell on the spongy surface with her 
falling heavily on top, then madly kissing. "What about breakfast?"

Between fevered kisses he responded, "We can skip it." "What 
about Mulder and Dana?" She propped herself up over his torso 
and looked into his eyes for the reply.

"I think they need the fuel more than us." His eyes were 
mischievous. "Must have been at least three times." "You were 
counting?" "It was hard to miss the `Ooh Dana' and the `Mulder, 
keeping touching me there.'" The couple lightheartedly laughed 
together.


"So John, do you think they appreciated your banging on the wall 
as their `banging' got more heated?" She nuzzled her nose with his. 
"They didn't even seem to notice. I think they were putting on a 
show for our benefit." "So that's why you put so much energy into 
our long session?" Her grin was wide.

There was a knock on the door. "Come on you two." Mulder's 
voice boomed from the other side of the door. "Monica, get off 
him long enough for you two to have the promised breakfast with 
us!"

Monica smiled as got off her partner leaving behind huge evidence 
that indeed if they did decide to miss breakfast she would be 
getting something that would take her mind off food.

"Give us five Mulder." Monica called back. "See you down there." 
"If you're two long we're calling the fire brigade to pry you two 
apart." They could hear his sniggering as he padded away.

"Come, John," she held out a hand for him, which he took and 
stood. "Here." She threw his clothes at his chest and made her way 
to the bathroom to blow dry her hair.

"I thought we could have a quickie," he called after her. From the 
bathroom she responded,

"A quickie with you John Doggett would be a marathon with any 
other couple." As he dressed his grin widened and his eyebrows 
rose with the thought of what they had done through the night and 
what they would get up to that day. He certainly needed breakfast 
if he was going to survive the exciting day.

*****

It was a bit before ten when the four agents met in the smallish 
room set out similarly to the yoga room but with cushions instead 
of mats. There was enough room for about ten couples and there 
were already six gathered including them. The instructor had just 
arrived and was surveying the room and then sat waiting patiently 
as two other couples entered and found their places. He would 
have been a man in his late thirties, talk, pleasant looking and with 
a warm smile similar to most of the staff at the Spa. John had 
recognised him as one on the sidelines watching at the previous 
night's party. The men's eyes briefly met and John could see them 
smile and then look to his partner. So he recognized them from last 
night and John wondered what it was that was on his mind.

Mulder got John's attention with a `psst'. "From what I heard from 
your room last night I wouldn't have thought you needed to take 
this class." Mulder smirked.

"What you heard of us? Have you ever heard of quiet sex?" John 
retorted right back at him. Their eyes locked, both feeling the 
power of the moment, neither wanting to give in.

The two men only diverted eyes when the instructor began greeting 
the attendees.

"Welcome everyone. My name is Carl and as you know I'm here to 
run a series of sessions or workshops for loving couples on how to 
get the best out of your intimacy." John couldn't help but see his 
eyes look towards Monica and he wondered why her.

"I'd like to think that for the next hour or so we can let go of our 
hang-ups and inhibitions and just experience the raw emotions 
between you and your partner under my instruction." His voice 
was calm and almost enchanting as he spoke.

John and Monica held hands as he spoke,

"We'll be looking at ways of touching and talking to each other 
during foreplay as well as techniques during sex to give you and 
your partner the best possible pleasure."

John was becoming more and more curious as the presenter 
continued. He had thought that this would mainly be a lecture type 
group but it then seemed that most of the class would be on the 
practical side. They would be trying out the suggested techniques.

"Seeing that much of this time will be just you and your partner 
communication though touch and talk, I would appreciate any 
questions waiting until I am close to you, so we don't have any 
break in concentration." He began his tour of the room. "Now 
ladies first, I'd like you to be facing your partner so that your hands 
can touch him."

Monica turned to face John and he spread his legs so she could sit 
between them her feet resting either side of his hips. He felt his 
heart flutter looking at how tasty she was and how all he wanted to 
do was reach out and touch her and love hr.  Carl quietly continued 
his walk around the room as he continued,

"I'd like you all to close your eyes and let this just be sensory and 
auditory for the next few minutes." Before John closed his eyes he 
looked over to Mulder and Dana and saw that she was on his lap in 
a straddle position, already just touching. The way they had been 
so intimate in the last two days made him think if that was the way 
they normally behaved, or was it just due to the aura of the 
weekend away. John could tell that they totally loved and trusted 
each other. He could see his relationship with Monica going that 
way also. It had been so long in coming that there was so much 
built up emotion to give out a little at a time.

"Now ladies, you are to touch your man, anywhere you think he 
may like. Men, you must tell your woman what you like but just 
with your gestures."

There was quiet in the room as Monica first began with his face. 
Somehow he knew she would do that, the furthest away from the 
region all women knew was fatal for their guy. A single finger ran 
over his lips and then with both hands just touching his face she 
moved her fingers over his jaw, tracing the line down to his chin. 
Then leaving her fingers there, with both thumbs she once again 
felt over his lips, which parted for her.

Sensing the confinement of time she went to the hem of his T-shirt 
and moved her hands underneath. This was another area John had 
predicted. He loved the way her hands, with just the right weight, 
felt over the curves then up over his shoulders and down his 
biceps.

"It's okay for clothing to be removed," was the whispered reminder 
beside them. John let Monica lift the garment off his body. As his 
chest was exposed he wondered how far this class would go. His 
thoughts went back to Carl talking about no inhibitions. Thoughts 
of the party and the games the previous night colored his thinking 
of the possibilities. Could he possibly perform when there were 
others in the room?

*****

Monica had felt all over his chest and arms when she went to the 
band of his pants and undid a button to slip some fingers inside. 
"Now men it's your turn." The instruction was simple indicating 
the time had elapsed, hardly giving time for any serious touching 
but just enough to tease. "Eyes still closed."

John in no time found the base of Monica's tank top and lifted it 
up, deliberately grazing her soft skin with his fingers. In his mind's 
eye he saw her smile as he went for her shoulders first and slipped 
the bra straps down exposing her shapely frame, hopeful that the 
article of clothing would eventually come off. How anyone could 
last this long was hard to understand. Being in that close a 
proximity to his woman made him want to just take her in his arms 
and consume her whole.

His hands went to her shoulders really feeling their softness, then 
slowly with his fingertips, he felt all the way down to her hands. 
Conscious of the time he wanted to find at least one new spot he 
could work on later when there was more time. Fingers went to 
under her neck and then down, splaying out as they went down her 
cleavage to her abdomen. As they grazed over her nipples she 
breathed in, clearly becoming aroused. With the fingers of one 
hand, he dragged then lightly across her body just touching her 
navel.

"Oh John," she exhaled. He wanted to move and kiss her then but 
that wasn't the idea of the class. There would be time set aside for 
kissing. He anticipated holding her and really putting his heart and 
soul into showing his love for her. There would have only been 
about a minute left so in that time he undid her bra and slipped the 
straps down hr arms. He wanted to look but resisted the urge and 
just felt over the soft, supple surface. For the rest of the time he felt 
all over and knew that Monica was enjoying the tactile attention as 
much as he.

"Open your eyes," Carl's voice was quiet but everyone heard with 
the room so quiet. "It looks like you all have found something new 
that your partner likes. The reason for this exercise was to show 
you how important it is to just spend time touching each day, every 
second day. All it would take out of your day would be three 
minutes for each of you.

John smiled at his partner as she looked him up and down and 
licked her lips. Resisting the urge to look across to Mulder and 
Dana and their state of undress he stayed with fixed gaze on the 
woman in his presence.

"If we had all day we would explore touching further but due to 
limited time the next stage is giving your partner oral pleasure." 
The corner of John's mouth did a curl in anticipation of at last 
being able to hold her closer. "Let's start with the obvious; the kiss. 
I want both you and your partner to take it slowly and to really feel 
what the other person likes. What they may like may be different 
from what you think. Again I will give you three minutes."

Monica lightly bit her bottom lip and moved up to sit in John's lap. 
She brushed her breasts over his chest and the sudden skin contact 
added another layer to the growing mountain of sexual desire 
between them. Her hands played down his back and his went to her 
hair. Their eyes met first and Monica licked her lips as though she 
was about to start eating her favorite dish. They both knew that 
what they liked in a kiss but they approached the exercise as 
though for the first time, testing each other's senses. Their lips 
lightly touched wanting to go further but holding back not caring 
about the time.

John guided Monica's head closer to show he wanted to go deeper. 
For long seconds they kissed over and over slowly, moving their 
position to find what was the most comfortable. His woman purred 
into his mouth as he teased her lips apart with his tongue. She let 
him explore her mouth, continuing her gentle humming. John's 
hands fell down to rest on her lower back when Monica's tongue 
joined his. Not caring about how much time they had left they just 
needed to go further.

Monica's grinding on her lover's erection was making the moment 
so much more erotic. Their mouths locked in bliss, they didn't hear 
Carl indicate the end of the exercise. When the air changed around 
them they broke the kiss and looked around. All eyes were on them 
and then there was a gentle applause from around the room. They 
both understood that for the past moments they had been observed.

"Now ladies and gentleman, you have just seen an example of the 
perfect mutual kiss. See the way they are holding each other and 
how they also expressed their desire with touch sounds?" He came 
up to the couple and leant down to whisper with a smile, "You 
might want to hold off a bit, we still about three quarters of this 
class to go." A little embarrassed the couple cleared their throats 
and threw each other an awkward smile.

As Carl headed for the front of the room to a table with a cloth 
covering up the contents, John took the time to look across to their 
colleagues. Mulder and Dana were also down to just their pants 
and were kissing and talking quietly as they waited.

*****

"We will now continue with orally pleasuring our partners. 
Between you I'll ask you to decide who goes first but I want you 
each to pick a part of the body to work on." He pulled off the cover 
from the table to reveal a variety of objects that John couldn't quite 
make out. "I call this activity `Food, Fruit and Fellatio' but it 
doesn't have to go that far. Remember, you may go as far as you 
feel comfortable and I would ask that you respect other couple's 
privacy and stay in your own world." John looked to see that 
Monica was thinking of what she would do.

"Can I go first John?" Monica's eyes lit up. "You're not going to..?" 
John wasn't sure he was ready to be given head in a room almost 
full of strangers. "Not unless you want me to. We can do that 
later," she winked.

Carl came around to each couple giving them a choice of food that 
was to be placed on the body and then sensuously licked off. 
Monica chose the can of whipped cream and John wide-eyed 
wondered what she had in mind. If she wasn't going to do `that' 
then what else? John chose the tube of strawberry jelly and knew 
exactly from where he wanted it to devour it.

Carl's calm voice could be heard once he had presumably 
distributed the food items to all the couples, The happy couple's 
eyes didn't deviate from each other, smiling and talking in eager 
anticipation.

"You each have four minutes to pleasure your partner orally. 
Remember to communicate with each other about what you like 
and go with what you are comfortable doing."

Monica was eager to begin. "John, I want you to take your pants 
off." Even before the request, Monica was at the band of his pants 
and pulling then over hips. Conscious of the limited time he helped 
by lifting his body and taking them the rest of the way down and 
off. "Lie back," she grinned.

John obeyed while Monica took the cream can in one hand and sat 
between his legs. Devouring his body with her eyes first. 
"Monica?" he whined wanting her to touch him. Even before she 
sprayed the cool cream on his inner thigh he was gently moaning 
and growing in his boxers. It had been a wise decision to wear 
loose underwear. He would have been straining in his briefs by 
then.

The chill of the cream was replaced with the heat of Monica's 
breath as she licked a small portion at a time. Her male companion 
watched for the first minute and then lay back with eyes slipped 
closed just sensing and listening. Her hand began rubbing over the 
stiffness under the silky fabric and he groaned out his pleasure but 
not as much as if they had been alone. A lone hand slid under his 
boxers to feel his excitement as she licked off the remainder of the 
cream.

They would have been half way through the time when Monica 
sprayed the cream on the other thigh and a little underneath his 
clothing, almost touching his balls. One hand went back to playing 
with his stiff pole, kneading it, loving the fullness in her hand.

"Like that?" she managed to ask between slurps. "Uh huh," he 
bleated out as she continued licking and kissing her way up his 
boxer leg.

In true Carl fashion he spoke just as John thought he was past the 
point of no return. Perhaps he did it on purpose to make the final 
act so much more fulfilling. John wondered where it all would 
lead. No way was he going to have fully fledged sexual intercourse 
with Monica in a room full of people.

"Now lovers," his gentle strains filtered through the room. "It is 
now time to swap, but there will be a change of plans. I would like 
you to use your food item and your touch both manually and orally 
to bring your partner to orgasm. If any of you feel at all 
uncomfortable feel free to leave and go to the privacy of your room 
to experiment further."

John looked into Monica's eyes. Not for one moment was she 
letting him lose focus on her. He wanted to see how Mulder and 
Dana were doing but as Carl had said, that couple also needed their 
privacy. Without waiting for any more instructions John eased his 
lover backwards with her arms holding her up from behind.

"John?" "Just relax and close your eyes," he urged. He dabbed a 
little if the jelly around each of Monica's nipples and knew they'd 
be tasty even without the added sweetness. Hovering over his 
lover, his mouth opened in anticipation and sucked the sweetness 
as she moaned out her enjoyment.

As his mouth sucked, his tongue ran circles and then flicked over 
her own erectness. His ears blocked out all the sexual sounds 
around the room especially from the couple close by as he 
assaulted the other breast in a similar fashion.

"John, suck me." The request was simple but he knew precisely 
what she meant as she began removing her own pants. That had 
been his intention all along, to move down her body with his lips 
and hands. As he kissed across her abdomen his fingers moved 
under her bikini underwear to test the tepid waters. She was wet 
and ready as his fingers slipped deep between her legs. Her groan 
was guttural as a thick finger slipped inside and began to slowly 
pump.

"Now sense her responses," came Carl's quiet whisper from beside 
them. "She is a beautiful sexual woman who clearly loves you. She 
wants you deeper. See how her hips move to meet your fingers?" 
Normally someone watching so close would have jolted him out of 
the mood but somehow Carl's voice and him watching and giving 
instructions was erotic. "Now move down with your tongue. She 
wants you to finish her off that way."

How Carl knew what he did John could only imagine but he was 
meant to be the expert. Briefly slipping his fingers out he crouched 
between her legs and lifted her knees to expose her center. Her 
panties were wet with the need for him. Not wanting to show her 
whole nakedness to the room he moved aside the rim of her 
underwear. A finger pushed back inside the heat and began 
pushing as his tongue found the small lobe of pink flesh. John 
could smell her sex musk and felt a surge of excitement knowing 
he would be bringing off his woman that way.

It only took a few moments more for Monica to grip his hair and 
still her hips as her insides shuddered from the luscious, long 
awaited orgasm. On her every outward heave she sighed pure 
contentment and smiled widely.

Carl's voice came from behind them, "I think it's time to finish in 
your room." Without any more words and even without thanks for 
the session, that could happen later, they quickly donned a few 
clothes that would allow them to reach their room with the 
minimum of eyes on them.

They both had a mission that couldn't comfortably be 
accomplished with others watching. John took Monica's hand and 
led her to their room.

***** Once inside they couldn't control their urges any more. "Oh 
John, " Monica quickly took off her clothes and lay naked on the 
bed signaling him to make love to her. "I want you in me now!" 
Never taking his hungry eyes off her he extracted the clothes from 
his body and flopped over her, going in for a kiss before 
committing to the final deed.

"Monica, you will have me," he growled into her mouth. There 
was urgency in all their actions and she pulled on his hips as he 
guided himself deep inside her. She clung to his lively body as he 
pushed and then pulled out a little, repeating the process over and 
over. Their fiery bodies built up friction and activity they didn't 
know they could achieve until they had finally committed sexually 
to each other.

"You just don't know..." he was going to finish it with `how long 
I've wanted to do this' but it was caught in his throat as his orgasm 
began. Monica lifted herself to sit in his lap and they embraced as 
John continued to pump hard, wanting the moment to be one of the 
more memorable ones. With all the lust and love in his heart he 
gave a few more forceful pushes and let it all out inside her. She 
kissed all over his face and mouth as he felt the coals of release 
ebb away.

"Oh, I love you John." She kissed him again, capturing his breath 
with her mouth. They had both come in a big way after the lengthy 
foreplay so just held and loved each other indefinitely.

John began laughing.

"What?" Monica spoke into his neck. "I can't believe we just did 
that! Have you got me in some sort of spell woman?" John smiled 
as he kissed his love once more.

"How did you know? It's called the Monica Reyes love spell." "So 
does this spell have a use by date?" he teased as he moved his 
hands up and down her velvety back.

"Nup, its effect goes on as long as we both want it to."

John looked pensively into Monica's eyes,

"I never want this to end. You have made me a very happy man 
Agent Reyes." She grinned acceptance as she guided him down 
onto the bed lying side by side, Monica with her head on his 
shoulder.

They lay that way until the effects of all that expelled energy took 
its toll and they sank into the bed for a post sex nap.

*****

Chapter 12

It was after twelve when the knocking at their door woke them.

"Monica? John?" It was Mulder's voice. "Are you there?"

Still a little dozy, Monica got out of bed and slipped on a robe to 
answer the incessant hammering.

"Hope we didn't disturb you two," Mulder's eyes took in Monica's 
lightly clad form and then looked across to the bed where John lay, 
bare chest exposed to the hips. "I thought you two were here to 
enjoy the activities provided, not the activities you two could 
provide." Mulder smirked.

"Did you want something Mulder?" Monica smiled and changed 
the subject. As the two spoke John thought about all the free 
entertainment they could have when they returned to DC, and gave 
a small snort. Those thoughts also brought a knot to his stomach. 
Monica and he were fellow agents and partners; to have a sexual 
relationship with a work colleague was not encouraged. If 
Assistant Director Skinner were to find out, their current working 
conditions could be reconsidered at the least, maybe altered 
irreversibly. He enjoyed working with Monica. They were a good 
team and had slipped into a perfect rhythm that not all partnerships 
afforded. Maybe Skinner would be more lenient, knowing that 
with minimal hiccups, they always got the job done.

"John?" Monica snapped him out of his daydream. "Mulder and 
Dana want us to have some lunch with them to decide what we do 
this afternoon." Probing Monica's expression for signs of her 
thoughts he knew how easy it was becoming, just naturally reading 
each other. In the academy they had studied a whole semester on 
evaluating body language but this was different. The two of them 
had an affinity that went well past verbal communication so much 
so that it was a valuable work tool. Just a look or a touch in a 
difficult situation would have them instantly knowing what the 
other was thinking. They had wormed themselves out of deep 
trouble that way.

Now that they had gone a step further and were also in a sexual 
relationship it could only enhance their ideal partnership.

"Okay Mulder, just give us a moment to shower and change," John 
called from the bed and went to sit up. "Dana and myself will meet 
you in the dining room. Don't be too long now, there's only so 
much tofu salad to go round." Mulder's tittering could be heard 
while Monica closed the door.

John stretched his arms in the air trying to loosen up the muscles 
that had temporarily seized. They had been overworked in the two 
days the couple had been there and on the previous Friday night. 
"You shouldn't do that." Monica lifted the sheet that covered his 
lower body and went to straddled her man and let the robe slip off 
her body onto the bed behind her, revealing her naked skin and the 
mounds of pure pleasure that he had played with on numerous 
occasions.

"And why not?" He knew the answer but let her phrase it as his 
eyes took in the shape before him that he couldn't get enough of.

"Because John Doggett, I never knew just how well built you were 
under that dress shirt of yours. You must know what arm and chest 
muscle flexing does to a woman." Fingertips ran over his chest as 
though they were eyes seeing every pore. Then along his arms, her 
hands felt the hardness of his biceps. Lingering for the moment, 
her breathing began to deepen and the color rise to her face.

"No, Agent Reyes, tell me your insight, I've always wondered." He 
left his arms by his side, just letting his lover do what she wanted. 
"When we see a strong chest and arms like that, we imagine them 
close by, very close." Finally reaching his hands she lifted them to 
her chest and left them resting on his, guiding them on her desired 
path.

"Monica, the tofu will be gone and so will our lunch company." 
His hands massaged her breasts as she became more and more 
aroused. The moans and sighs coming through her lips told him 
that they were not going to be able to leave the room until they had 
once again been involved in physical union.

"That's so good," she exhaled, her chest rising and falling like the 
swell of a beach tide. "Monica," he briefly paused, not being able 
to talk as her hips moved and caught his growth between her legs. 
"Hmm?" her hips rotated in a fashion that had him pinned and 
wanting. Then her hands took his once more and directed them 
around her and down, onto her ass. Her cheeks were soft and sexy 
as he felt them move in his hands.

There was only one way out of this, one way to do what they both 
wanted and to make it in time for lunch before their Health Spa 
companions gave up hope of ever seeing them the rest of the 
weekend. Flicking off the remainder of the bed sheet with his feet 
and swiveling to rest his feet over the side of the bed, he lifted the 
light frame above him.

They didn't need conversation to just know what was happening. 
With her legs around his hips and her arms looped around his neck, 
he gave her one long, sweet kiss and then walked her to the 
bathroom.

Still holding her with one arm, with the other he turned the faucets 
to the shower and tested the temperature before stepping in with 
her still clinging to his curves. "You are so sexy," she sighed as he 
secured his hands under her arms and onto the shower wall behind 
her.

The water streamed down both bodies, following rivulets and paths 
unseen by the lovers' eyes but felt as part of the whole act itself; 
making wonderful love in the shower.

"And you Monica, are the most desirous woman I have ever met." 
Their wet, hot lips met in a passion that transcended the physical, 
into a realm that only two people totally in love could share. 
Bodies writhed and moaned; skin sliding on skin, wanting to be 
finally coupled. "Hold on," John breathed instructions as one arm 
strengthened under her shoulder and the other let go to be able to 
guide himself inside her. His hand circled his length and then ran 
along inside her inner lips and secured itself at her entrance.

"Ugh," was Monica's response as he slid inside, slowly finding his 
way to deep incursion. Once lodged deep inside he secured his arm 
underneath her again and began moving. His lover's legs clinging 
over his hips and her feet feeling over his ass urged him on. The 
splashing and sloshing of the steamy shower water covered up the 
contented sighs and grunts coming from their throats as they kissed 
ravenously.

As John pushed himself in and out of his lover's sweet passion he 
couldn't see himself making love to any other woman but her. She 
was just right, perfection as a partner and now as a lover.

"Oh John," Monica closed her eyes and lifted her chin, clearly just 
feeling everything John was giving her. "Wonderful." Their bodies 
soared into space as John picked up the pace and Monica rode with 
him, accepting every withdrawal, every thrust. The feelings were 
all heightened by the continuous beating of the hot beads of water 
flowing between their bodies and onto their private parts as their 
hips cuffed together.

Monica's hold on John's hips tightened as she reached her summit. 
The gentle ripple on his organ involuntarily signaled his own 
liberation. They savored the moments when they were both in mid 
orgasm. It was a time when their love and devotion for each other's 
needs was amplified. John gently joined foreheads with his lover 
as they caught their final breath and looked into contented eyes.

"How do you do that to me?" His low rasp sifted through the small 
cubicle. Monica gave him a final thankful kiss and then tried to 
stand. It was difficult, seeing the last time she had stood was beside 
the bed before she had straddled her partner's naked hips.

"It's easy when I have the world's sexiest man at my fingertips." 
She lathered the soap as she spoke and ran the fragrant foam over 
John's chest. Chuckling, he picked up the bar and reciprocated the 
gesture, sliding the soap over her shoulders then breasts. "You 
trying to get me going again Mr. Doggett?"

"Just soaping you up so that we can finish off this shower and get 
down to replenish our energy reserves," He laughed. She took the 
soap from him and began soaping her own body.

"In that case, I'll do the job myself. If your hands touch me like 
that much longer we'll be waiting until dinner for replenishment." 
She grinned and gave the bar back to him to do the same.

*****

"It's about time you two." Mulder took a sip of his herbal tea. "I 
can tell by the smiles that you're even hornier than Dana and 
myself." He looked across to Dana as he stood and pulled out the 
two chairs they had been minding for the couple.

"Mulder, don't give any of our secrets away." Mulder pushed the 
chair in for the female agent and then took up residence next to his 
own lover. "I really don't think they're interested in our love life." 
She reassuringly patted him on the knee.

`Sorry about the delay, we were just booking for a Swedish 
massage, starting in about thirty minutes." It had only taken 
Monica about two minutes to book the massage sessions for both 
of them. It was a lame excuse but better than coming out with the 
fact that they were indeed fucking each other silly up in their 
shower. By the looks on their faces they knew exactly what had 
transpired during their absence.

Mulder draped an arm over his lover and continued the 
conversation.

"We thought we might go to the gym after here. We were going to 
ask you if you wanted to join us." "Thanks buddy, but Monica here 
insisted I also get a massage alongside her." He softly nudged her 
with an elbow. "Oh, I insisted did I?" she mocked annoyance at his 
statement. "You seemed pretty keen on keeping an eye on me in 
case I got a male masseur."

"And what if I get a female?" he retorted. "Then I'll just make sure 
she doesn't go into forbidden territory."

"Hey, hey you two! The food is probably already cold, go get some 
before we all get ear strain." Mulder smirked and held his woman 
closer.

John chuckled as he stood and held out his hand for Monica's. 
"John, get me something for me too will you?"

"Okay," he pulled his hand back and looked across to the other 
two, knowing they probably wanted to talk about the deception of 
which they had all been privy and successful.

As he headed towards the buffet table he looked back once to see 
them chatting happily. So much for the deception, the luring of 
John into Monica's arms and bed, but that niggling feeling kept 
coming back the closer it came to the new working day. He wanted 
to just erase it from his mind but there would be repercussions 
come Monday. There was no way he could keep all this hidden 
from Skinner, it just wasn't his way. He knew he wanted Monica 
for much longer than the weekend. Their sexual stance would 
certainly affect their performance as special agents.

"Hello John," he turned to the female voice beside him. "Enjoying 
your stay here?" Starr had a classically attractive face that was 
even prettier when she smiled. "Thanks, yes, very much." He was 
caught a little off guard. Starr looked over to the table and John 
followed her eyes to see Monica talking away.

"She's very pretty, have you known each other long?" She picked 
up a plate and began adding food items and John followed suit, 
with a plate for himself and Monica. "Over nine years now." He 
bypassed the chickpea salad to go for the open sandwiches. "So 
what took you so long?" Starr was certainly perceptive for 
someone who had only known them a day. "I don't mean to pry but 
you two seem so in tune with each other, I can't believe you have 
just started a romantic relationship."

He was not normally one to open up about private matters but he 
felt he could talk with this woman. "It's our profession. We are 
partners." "And a relationship can cause complications," she 
answered for him.

"Yes, I can't see us performing the same way at work as we have 
been." He popped some fresh fruit on the plates alongside the 
sandwiches. "Well, it can work in some professions, when the 
couple come to an understanding, but in high pressure jobs I can 
see it unraveling." She looked at him as though she new what was 
in his heart. He didn't want to say what his profession was but he 
understood that she knew it was the latter. "So, have you thought 
about what you will do from here on? I know you love her."

"Yes, I do love her." John turned to see Monica looking over to 
him and she gave a small wave. "I was going to think about it 
tomorrow." "Tomorrow may be too late."

"Oh?" "I know enough about life that people need to think now and 
not leave it to a time where it may all be just swept under the 
carpet." She stopped what she was doing to truly look at him. 
"John, you and Monica need to discuss this before you go back to 
work tomorrow."

John was beginning to see what she was saying, "So you think that 
unless we nut it out now then we may just be tempted to go back to 
our normal routine in the morning?" Starr slowly nodded until his 
eyes widened in understanding.

"You need to think about your priorities. If you love her above 
anything in the world and she is your soul mate then that should 
come first. Everything else should be molded to fit in 
comfortably." She added some fruit to complete her meal also 
telling John that the conversation was coming to a close.

"I want both, we work successfully together and I want her as the 
only woman for me." That was the truth. If he could just set aside 
his lust and personal attention to her during work hours then he 
knew he could have both. In all areas he was a determined man, he 
would strive for what he believed he and Monica needed. "Then 
find a way, I'm confident you can." Starr began to move off but 
turned and changed the inflection in her voice. "By the way, we 
have a tradition here at The New Age Health Spa that at each 
Sunday evening meal we give a special thanks for those who are 
leaving us. Will you all be there?"

"All right, we'll be there."

She gave a wink and then moved away leaving John with the 
feeling that she knew just what they had been up to in bed that 
weekend.

"What was all that about?" Mulder was the first to ask when John 
returned to the table, although all three faces were questioning.

John placed the food in front of Monica who lifted her utensils 
almost immediately.

"Thank you John, this looks tasty." Monica picked up a piece of 
pineapple on her fork. "Better looking than the Wild Rice Salad," 
he chided and the table participants laughed. "Starr just mentioned 
that at dinner tonight, and every Sunday evening they have a time 
to farewell those who are leaving."

"That's sweet." Monica picked up some bean shoots from the 
sandwich and began munching.

"So why did she mention it to you Doggett?" Mulder took another 
sip of his tea. "Maybe she knows how much time you've spent in 
bed this weekend and thought you wouldn't make it to dinner." 
Dana gave him an elbow jab in the ribs.

John just rolled his eyes and went for his knife and fork.

"So John, Monica," Dana spoke next to fill the awkward silence, 
"After the gym we're going to have a spa, want to join us?"

Thinking for a moment and looking across to his partner they 
agreed. It might even be the chance to discuss with them about the 
situation they now found themselves in. Perhaps the previous X-
Files partners could help with ways to combat the changed 
circumstances. After all, they were partly responsible for the 
predicament and they'd also had experience in the matter.

"Okay," Mulder stood and pulled Dana with him. `You finish your 
meal, have your massages and we'll see you in about an hour and a 
half in the spa room."

When they were safely out of earshot, John knew he would need to 
broach the topic with Monica first. As they were eating would 
probably be the most opportune time.

*****

Chapter 13

The massage room was small with two padded benches about two 
meters apart. It smelt like roses, lemon and lavender, probably due 
to the scented oils that had been used with previous sessions. The 
room was afforded natural lighting from some large French doors 
that led to a lush garden.

"It's beautiful here," Monica moved to the glass to look outside. 
The colors of the fall were everywhere, red, brown, orange, red, 
yellow and continued through to the décor inside. A hefty sofa sat 
against one wall with cushions of various fall colors and large 
framed photos hung on the walls, clearly taken from the 
surrounding countryside. Together with the afternoon sun 
streaming in through the glass, the room was very peaceful.

The golden sun fell on Monica's tranquil face and John couldn't 
help but move alongside her and admire the view with her. A hand 
moved over the soft track suit material on her back and then 
snaked around her side drawing her closer to him. She rotated in 
his embrace until all he could see was her contented smiling face 
looking up at him.

"There's something even more beautiful," John spoke quietly in a 
low, rumbling whisper. "You." With one arm wrapped around her 
back, under her arms and the other on her lower back they nestled 
close. Her hands slid down to his butt as they kissed. The kiss was 
just about to go to the next level and end up on the couch when the 
door opened and the occupant began speaking.

"Ah, you must be Monica and John, our two o'clock." They spun 
around to see a man they had noticed the previous night. He was 
one of the staff members involved in the kissing contest. "I see that 
you two still can't take your hands off each other."

"Sven, isn't it?" Monica put out her hand for the tall, striking, 
blond haired man to shake. Instead he held it and moved it to his 
lips for a kiss. As he looked up at her she smiled back as though it 
was all very natural. John couldn't help thinking that this man was 
flirting with her, but how could he be when he knew she was 
taken?

"That's right, and Violet should be here shortly, she's just getting 
more rose oil from our stores."

"So what do we do now?" John had never experienced a massage 
and was quite naïve in the area.

"Here, take these." He handed them a white towel each. "Take off 
your clothes behind the screens there and tie these around you." 
John was confused as the how much to take off but Monica must 
have read his mind. "You take off everything John, it's a full body 
massage." She went to one of the screens and spoke as she began 
to undress. "So Sven, tell us about the oils you'll be using."

John made his way behind the other screen. There was a chair, a 
small table and a coat stand provided to hang up and store his 
clothes. He heard Sven speaking,

"Rose Oil is for soothing and regenerating, Lemon for uplifting 
and detoxifying and Lavender for balancing and hydrating the skin. 
We will be using all three in succession." John could hear him 
busying himself preparing for the treatment.

"I think John here might need to know more about the massage." 
Monica had undressed and had made her way out from behind the 
screen. John still had to undo his shoes and take off the lower half 
of his clothes.

"A Swedish massage is to relieve muscular tension, stimulate 
circulation and induce feelings of deep relaxation and tranquility. 
The body is caressed with therapeutic essential oils and warm 
compresses to release muscle tension and nourish the skin." All the 
time Sven the manly man was talking, John was becoming more 
and more unsure of what would be occurring. He could hear some 
quiet conversation between his lover and the Swede and knew who 
would be giving Monica her massage. He had to keep saying to 
himself that this was all professional, but he was unsure how he 
would handle watching Monica being touched by another man. 
How far would all this go?

John wrapped the towel around his middle and exited the screen to 
see that Monica was already lying face down on one trolley, the 
towel just resting over her butt.

"John, you lie down there, face down, Violet should be here any 
moment." Sven began to rub some oil between his hands and the 
rose scent filled the room. As he applied the oil to Monica's 
shoulders John began to think about Violet. They hadn't met her 
before but he found himself thinking, was she as feminine as Sven 
was masculine? If so, he knew he would be enjoying the 
experience.

"Perhaps John, you could watch what I'm doing while you're 
waiting." Sven was in front of Monica's head and moving his flat 
hands down over her back. "She might like this from you some 
time." Monica's head turned to see John, smiled and raised her 
eyebrows.

At that moment the door opened and John propped himself up a 
little to see a small, attractive woman with a smile and presence 
not unlike their host Starr.

"Hello everyone, here at last. My name's Violet." There were 
greetings all around. "Here Sven." She held up what must have 
been the extra bottles of essential oil they needed.

"Just in time, we were down to our last drops." Sven worked his 
way along Monica's bare sides and she sighed satisfaction.

Violet pulled off the sweater she must have been wearing outside 
to reveal just a mini tee and track pants. Setting up a tray with 
bottles beside her she took a breath and then put a dollop of rose 
oil in one palm. "John, I hear that this is your first massage." He 
just nodded at Violet's statement. "Well I need to say that from 
now on there will be no speaking, we want both of you to relax and 
just enjoy the sensations that touch and manipulation can do to the 
skin. He closed his eyes to feel the woman's hands on his back, 
firm and confident belying her small stature. It felt good as she ran 
her thumbs over tired muscle, relieving the tension and activity 
they'd had in bed recently.

Ten minutes must have passed when John's eye jolted open as he 
heard Monica sigh. He had to mentally calm himself as he watched 
what Sven was doing to his woman. He had worked the towel 
down and it was resting over her upper thighs. The smell of lemon 
wafted through the air from his hands kneading Monica's bare ass. 
It wasn't just gentle massage but his thumbs moved deeply in her 
crack. No wonder she was moaning, it was probably a turn on for 
her. Violet may have seen this and that was probably why she 
started work on his ass.

"Hmm," she moaned, barely audibly as he felt her hands over his 
buttocks. John was sure that her sound was an involuntary action. 
These massages were not meant to be sexual. He could certainly 
see that it could lead that way. Taking mental notes to try all this 
out later, he felt Violet's slow, deliberate ministrations down his 
upper thighs and all the way down his legs to his feet.

Violet whispered to him to turn over onto his back. His manhood 
was already at half-mast from the tactile attention and would be a 
raging erection if it were Monica doing the massage. He draped the 
towel to hide his excitement and then casually looked over to his 
partner.

Her mouth hung open and her eyes closed as Sven was spreading 
lavender oil over Monica's bare breasts. It took all John's strength 
to stay put and not to make a fool of himself by stopping the 
session mid stream. There was a permanent smile on the brawny 
man's face as he felt over her delectable mounds. John could 
almost see the pulsing in her neck from arousal. Moments later his 
hands were across her abdomen at the places John knew drove her 
feral.

She must also have been controlling herself because John knew 
that if it was him touching her that way she would be asking him to 
take her. The smell of lavender wafted up his nostrils as he felt 
hands over his chest. "Hmm, very nice," Violet whispered and 
John couldn't help smiling at the distraction this was giving him. 
She must have also studied psychology. "I'm going to take the 
towel away to work on your lower abdomen and thighs, okay?"

All John could do was grunt as his body became completely bare 
and hands caressed just above the area that had been reserved for 
Monica that weekend. He then felt his knee being urged to lift and 
more oil being rubbed on his outer and inner thighs.

From the almost inaudible whimpers beside him John knew that 
Monica was getting treated to the same actions, and also imagined 
Sven having a really good look at her attractive body. If it wasn't 
for the calming and blissful effect this massage had on his body he 
would be quite jealous of the way she was reacting.

Next time he would be checking that she had a female therapist.

The fifty-minute session was up and the two just lay there 
absorbing their state of peace and tranquility. John looked over to 
Monica first and saw her smile.

"What?" John asked after seeing Sven and Violet in a corner, 
talking. She held out an arm to her lover who reached over, just 
touching with their fingertips. "Would you do that to me John?" 
Her lids were lazy with contentment.

"Okay, when?" The surge that went between their joined fingertips 
was enchanting. "Any time you like. I have all the oils at home."

"So who did you get massages from before me?" John joked. "Oh, 
no-one, I just bought them waiting for the right person to come 
along." They smiled together as Sven and Violet spoke.

"We suggest that you two do something quiet and relaxing now to 
get the full benefit from this session," Violet gave them their 
towels. "You can dress now and we'll see you at dinner tonight?" 
Sven questioned.

The couple nodded and went to dress. John was first to be clothed 
and went over to Monica who was slipping on her shoes. Quietly 
he spoke,

"So if I wasn't there beside you and Sven wanted to go further, 
would you have let him?"

Monica rose to her full height and linked her arms around his neck. 
"John, I would have kicked him in the balls if he did one wrong 
move." She grinned and John couldn't help but laugh at the 
unexpected response. "All that time I was imagining it was you 
touching me. I only want you John."

John felt a surge of pride and love down to his hub and knew that 
any sort of jealousy on his part would be misplaced with this 
woman in his arms.

"Come on then, we have a date with our friends in the hot tub." 
John took Monica's hand and they made their way to the door, two 
refreshed people both in body and mind.

"Thank you, and we'll catch you later." John waved to the couple 
that nodded back smiling. Just as he turned to make sure the door 
fully closed he happened to see Sven and Violet embracing and in 
a passionate lip lock. That and the fact that there was a significant 
height difference made it an amusing sight.

John chuckled as he placed a hand on Monica's lower back. 
"John?" Monica was puzzled.

"Come on, I'll tell you on the way back to get our swim suits."

***** Chapter 14

Monica had packed a couple of swimsuits that she'd obviously 
bought especially for the weekend just hoping John would be lured 
into going. The three of them had done a well-coordinated job of 
setting the scene and the pretense. John had been a little annoyed 
with himself that he hadn't seen it coming but the outcome 
overpowered any further thoughts of self-admonishment. He'd 
almost needed outside intervention to get him moving in the 
direction of his heart and the others evidently knew this.

This gave him the excuse to do something he had wanted to act 
upon for a number of years but the rules or the distance between 
them had hampered any chance of taking the relationship further. 
He smiled to himself as he thought about Mulder's dare and how 
under other circumstances he would never do something so foolish 
as to agree to kiss the first single woman who came through the 
door. Had the three of them planned the whole thing even down to 
Monica walking into the bar when she did? He would have to ask 
but not then, he didn't want to spoil the mood for the bonding time 
the four of them would be having in the hot tub.

John smiled as Monica came out of the bathroom in a black 
crocheted bikini, also carrying fresh towels for both of them. He 
had just put on his dark blue speedos when he looked up to see her 
eyeing him off.

"Doesn't leave much to the imagination." Monica's eyes settled on 
the brief swimsuit. "I was going to say the same," John's eyebrows 
rose as he looked her over from head to toe. "So tell me Mon, if I 
wasn't able to come on this weekend with you do you think you 
would have met someone else?"

"Hmm, good question." She tilted her head on one side as she 
made him wait for her answer. "It could have been a chance for a 
fling." Flopping the towels on the bed she walked over to the 
window looking out at the mild fall afternoon.

"Well there's Sven but it looks as though he's taken," he sniggered 
as he moved up behind her and slipped his protective arms around 
her, feeling over the downy skin of her abdomen. "There's James 
the waiter or Darcy the head chef."

"Hmm," she leant her head back to rest on his shoulder. "I think I'd 
go for Carl," she went along with the pretense. "The sex life would 
be exciting."

"Think so?" John kissed her hair and smiled. "We could try out 
some of those forbidden sex tricks from that book," she ribbed.

"There's some weirdo stuff in there, you really want to do that?" 
Monica turned in his arms and looked him in the eyes. "Only with 
you." Her eyes were genuine. "John, if you hadn't come this time, 
there would be other times." He smiled understanding and gave her 
a soft kiss on the lips.

"We'd better go and meet the others. We really haven't done very 
much with them this weekend." John picked up the towels from the 
bed and gave one to his lover who tied it around her waist.

***

It was a large hot tub that would fit at least ten people comfortably. 
The room was small and surrounded by windows, some affording a 
view of the outside gardens and distant mountain range and the 
others looking into the Spa's gymnasium.

Mulder and Scully were the only ones there. They had hoped the 
four of them could be alone for a while. It was time to have a talk 
about what to do when they returned to DC and work.

"We thought you must have been in bed again." Mulder looked at 
his non-existent watch while the two draped their towels on the 
bench especially provided. "Mulder," Dana admonished. "Don't 
mind him, he just remembers the times when we've done just the 
same." She went to sit between his legs, facing out and he 
instinctively enveloped her body with his arms.

"We were in bed for a fifteen minute nap after our massages and 
then hopped in the shower before coming here." John held 
Monica's hand as he guided her into the bubbling hot water and 
then slipped in after her. They slid in up to their necks at first, 
savoring the soothing beads of water on their skin.

"I'm sorry we haven't spent more time with you." Monica sat up a 
little and looked over to the other happy couple.

"No problems, we've been trying out many of the activities here. 
What have we done Dana? We've been to the gym, done an 
aerobics class, survived a cabaret dancing class, gone hiking on 
more than one occasion, we just went on a wood walk before 
coming here." "We even went to a talk called Vedic Knowledge," 
Dana added, smiling at a bemused Mulder.

"Vedic?" John questioned. "Vedic Astrology is an Astrological 
system which is at least six thousand years old and comes from the 
teachings of seers and yogis of the ancient sacred Indian texts 
known as the Vedas."

Monica was obviously impressed with what the other couple had 
tried. "Seems you've made the most of your time here." She moved 
in closer to her partner so that their shoulders touched. John's hand 
went to her thigh and began a gentle tease under the water.

"So you two," John was determined to have this conversation with 
the other couple. "You've been through this before and you got us 
into this. We need some suggestions about how Monica and myself 
cope with work life and love life."

Dana turned side on in Mulder's arms. "Well there are a few 
options. You could try hiding it and just keep it behind closed 
doors."

"I can see that working for a short while, but the building is full of 
trained investigators, something's bound to slip up and give us 
away." Monica moved her legs apart a short distance as John's 
hand moved to trace her inner thigh.

"Perhaps you could tell Skinner, and ask him to give you a chance 
to prove yourselves capable of continuing to work efficiently. 
Look how tolerant he was of Dana's and my relationship." Mulder 
had a big grin on his face making John wonder if the couple had 
the same thoughts on their mind.

"Something tells me that, even if he is tolerant, as soon as someone 
else finds out, they could have his head." John could tell that his 
lover was becoming aroused by his touch. There was something 
about the connection of a hot tub and sex that made the mind spin 
out of control.

"Well the worst case scenario would be that you could lose your 
jobs. You need to weigh it up, what is more important, work or 
love?"

When John's hand went further up, feeling the intense heat 
between Monica's legs she just had to react and moved in to 
straddle him.

"John," she exhaled. His hands moved over her butt as he looked 
lovingly into her eyes.

"Looks like they've made their decision," Mulder laughed and left 
them alone, probably also about to do what they had on their 
minds, a little loving in the hot tub.

John's hands felt over her shoulders and down her arms as she 
came in for a kiss. With the bubbles caressing their skin and the 
gentle hum of the hot tub motor the moment was enchanting. With 
her crotch so close to his, he couldn't help but physically show his 
desire for her.

"I do love you, Monica." Their kiss deepened at his admission and 
her hips moved so that it stimulated the already growing longing 
for her. "I love you too, John." On hearing those words of 
reciprocation his heart just softened for her. In a different, more 
intimate environment they would be commencing slow, passionate 
lovemaking.

In both their minds there was no doubt that whatever eventuated 
after their return to work life they wanted to be together. After all, 
love was for life, work life ephemeral.

"Ahem, you two." John broke the kiss long enough to look over to 
the other couple who had seemingly been just as intimate. "Dana 
and myself are going back upstairs. I think you two should do the 
same."

They followed Mulder's eyes to the window with a number of 
smiling people watching the entertainment through the glass, 
including a ginning Starr.

"Oops," Monica got out of the tub and collected the towels. Dana 
did the same for her man. "Somehow I think Mulder's right." She 
gave the crowd a small wave.

As the men tied the towels round their middles they all made 
arrangements for later.

"We'll stop by your door a little before five, okay?" Dana 
mentioned. "Starr said that dinner was early so we could make an 
timely departure back home.

The thought of the weekend nearly being over was sad but there 
would be other weekends and many other chances for fun. At last 
he felt free to move on with his love life and he had to give thanks 
to Monica, Mulder and Dana for that chance.

Letting the others through the door first he turned back to see the 
onlookers still standing there. He smiled to himself at how he had 
changed. He'd transformed from a by-the-book workaholic to 
someone who would openly show his love for a woman all in the 
space of two days. Only Monica could do that.

*****

Chapter 15

The four agents were only a few minutes late for the evening meal 
and yet the dining room was almost full to capacity. For the first 
time that weekend they saw just how `booked out' the resort had 
been. John thought to himself that if Sunday evening meals 
together were a tradition then there must be something about them 
that attracted so many.

"This way," James the waiter ushered them to their table. As they 
passed others, John noticed that the tables had been reserved by 
adjoining room number. It looked as though Starr was confident 
that all would participate in the event. From what John could figure 
there were only two tables yet to be filled. "Please take a seat 
ladies and gentlemen. The menu is on the table, I'll be back shortly 
to take your orders."

"A little formal," Mulder had to comment as they took their seats. 
"Mulder, maybe it's just part of the Sunday evening tradition to 
make our stay more memorable." Dana picked up a menu and 
began reading.

"So what do you think is going to happen here to make it so 
special?" John asked the other three. Monica moved her seat a little 
closer to him and rested a hand on his thigh. "You forget I've been 
here before." The others just nodded an `of course' and waited for 
her reply. "Due to the fact that most of the clientele here will 
leaving be this evening, us included, Starr usually has some small 
presentations to give, to make the stay a little more memorable."

"Presentations?" John wondered why Monica hadn't mentioned 
this before. "Well certificates, for instance the person who has 
spent the most time in the gym, they're given the `Fitness Award'."

"You two would get the `Horizontal Award'," Mulder quipped and 
Dana gave him an elbow in the ribs stopping him from finishing 
but John and Monica laughed at the joke.

"And what would the award be called for the noisiest couple? By 
Jesus guys you two don't know the meaning of keeping the noise 
level down." They were all laughing and joking when James came 
back for their orders.  John quickly picked up the menu and 
skimmed through the list while the others ordered first.

Mulder and Dana ordered Grilled Salmon with Caesar Salad and 
Monica the Chicken Breast with Polenta.

"I'll have Lamb Stew with rice," John noticed that James 
committed the order to memory. "And drinks?" He looked around 
to each of the faces as he spoke. "There's a wide variety of juices 
or water."

When the orders had been taken the four adults got back to talking 
about the weekend and the possible atmosphere they would 
possibly greet when they got back to work.

"Just remember to let Skinner know that you really want to keep 
working together and that it won't interfere with your job," Mulder 
reminded, and then Dana continued, "He can be reasonable but he 
also has to play by the book so you need to give him a reason to 
give you a chance."

"So that's when we ask him if we can prove to him that our 
romantic relationship will not affect our professional judgment." 
Monica reiterated. "He's a fair man, he'll probably give you one or 
two weeks to prove it too him." Mulder mentioned.

"If I was him," John took a sip of the apple juice that had just been 
placed in front of him. "I wouldn't put up with any nonsense, it'd 
be me in New York and Monica in LA. Do you really think he'll 
give us a chance?"

"John," Monica began rubbing that area of his thigh that quickly 
got his attention. "If he is any way uncomfortable with us being 
partners then I will offer to relocate." "Relocate, but...?" "I don't 
mean to another state, just to another division." John breathed a 
sigh of relief at Monica's comments. He had just found her 
romantically; he didn't want that to end any time soon.

Through the main courses they decided to talk about their weekend 
rather than focus any more on what office life would be like from 
then on. All four were talked out on that topic. Before dessert was 
served there was a ring of a spoon on a glass and the room hushed.  
Monica and John moved around in their chairs to see Starr 
standing at what was the main table housing much of the resort 
staff.

"Good evening everyone." She was bright and sparkly as usual. 
"As our regulars will know, this is the time of the week we make 
just a little bit more special for our guests. Each of the staff 
members chooses a couple or single guest they believe got the 
most enjoyment out of their time here." Sven and Violet sat beside 
Starr on one side and on the other Carl handed her what looked 
like a wad of certificates. There were also some bottles on the table 
of what looked like fruit jelly. "These certificates will now be 
awarded, together with a bottle of our prize winning vegetable 
chutney." Starr looked over to the kitchen door to see the chef 
standing there with his white hat.

"Vegetable chutney?" John whispered and Monica gave him a 
playful poke.

"I would love to be able to award you all with a certificate to 
congratulate you on your spirit of fun and togetherness. With 
people like you our Health Spa runs effectively." Starr smiled as 
her eyes spanned the room.

"Who eats vegetable chutney?" John once again murmured. "John, 
it's meant to be very good, we should take some back with us." She 
had moved closer to her lover and gave a kiss on his cheek.

"The first award is the `Willpower Award' for the couple that were 
the most successful fasters. This goes to Glen and Molly Landers 
from cabin 2." There was applause and whistles in the room as the 
happy couple went up to claim their certificate and jar.

Starr went on to announce the `Weight Loss', the `Fitness' and the 
`Endurance' award for the couple who trekked the most miles in 
the last two days. There were at least fifteen in total but none of 
them for the foursome. John didn't mind, they had already won 
enough the previous evening and his real prize was sitting right 
beside him. He moved his chair up even closer so that their thighs 
touched. He reached an arm around her shoulders and she turned 
and their lips touched in a gentle kiss.

"And now we come to the last three awards. As the regulars will 
know, these are ones that I personally award. Throughout the 
guests' stay here all the staff report back to me about their 
perceptions of how we're all getting along. On that basis I choose 
winners of the final three categories."

"What are they?" John was curious. "You'll see," Monica just 
grinned and looked straight ahead.

"For the couple who made the most out of the weekend and tried 
just about everything we have to offer I grant the `Outstanding 
Participants' award. This also comes with a voucher for another 
weekend stay with us with our compliments." The room was quiet 
as she prepared for the announcement. "This award goes to Dana 
Scully and Fox Mulder."

Mouth wide open in awe, John looked across to the beaming 
couple and couldn't believe how much they had been up to. The 
room cheered and clapped as they moved to collected their prizes.

"I bet there's still that `Horizontal' award to go," Mulder quipped as 
he passed John's and Monica's chairs. John just rolled his eyes. 
Would they every live that title down?

The room was quiet in anticipation for the announcement of the 
penultimate honor.

"This award is the first of its kind and maybe the last, I'll let you 
judge." Starr began to chuckle as she looked down at the piece of 
paper. "I decided to name this the `Horniest Couple' award. Well, 
need I say more? John Doggett and Monica Reyes." There were 
cheers, claps and wolf whistles as the blushing couple walked up 
hand in hand to collect the goods.

When they reached the main table Starr spoke to them quietly. 
"Not much is missed by me and this staff of mine." John had 
known it all along, and Monica probably had too. Starr was as 
bright as a button, but also tolerant. They admired her for that. "I'm 
also giving you a complimentary weekend here. We all hope you 
come again. You have been the life of the party."

"Thank you, Starr, it's been a pleasure staying here." Monica gave 
her a kiss on the cheek. John shook her hand and mentioned, 
"We'll make sure we win this award next time too." He winked at 
her then turned and held the certificate in the air. They confidently 
made their way back to the table to the endless cheers of the room.

"Told you," Mulder gloated. "She just called it a different name."

Dana laughed but still gave him another elbow in the ribs at which 
he mocked pain.

John seated himself first and then Monica sat on his lap, pandering 
to the onlookers. Holding his jaw up to her face she moved in and 
gave him the longest, juiciest kiss of the whole two days. His 
hands moved around her, holding her body close. To their ears the 
cheers were momentarily quiet as he gave into her embrace. He 
knew they wouldn't be able to last much past dinner before they 
were indeed `horny' for each other again and would need to act on 
it.

From her seat at the main table Starr took a breath and beamed 
around the room, waiting for the eventual lull.

"Usually we award this last certificate with reluctance but it has 
become a popular feature every Sunday evening."

The two couples made faces then shrugged at each other 
wondering what could be so contentious  about the award and why 
it was presented last.

As if to answer their questions she continued, "It is awarded with 
reluctance because it could be considered a trifle embarrassing to 
the couple involved." She paused and looked round the room at all 
the expectant faces and settled her gaze on John and Monica. 
Immediately they blushed and inhaled wondering what award it 
was and what had been found out.

"No, it's not for our most horny couple, although they should get 
some sort of award for not getting caught doing the deed last night 
in my study." The room just applauded and burst out laughing.

"What?!" Dana called beside them and Mulder just nudged John's 
arm. They couldn't help themselves but laugh along. The thought 
of them being known as the horniest couple was more than 
embarrassing, but then adding to it with this extra information, was 
over the top.

When the crowd's chattering died down Starr took another breath 
to announce the final award for the evening.

"This is called the `Hermit' Award." There was a wave of 
whispering over the audience. "It is given to the inevitable couple 
who pay good money to come here and then spend all weekend in 
their room. What they do there, beats me." She said with sarcasm 
and the crowd expressed knowing amusement.

"This award goes to..." There was some shuffling as she 
dramatically waited. The couples had got to know a few people on 
their weekend away but they probably wouldn't know two people 
who had been screwing in their room for the last two days. Half 
their luck, but John knew there would plenty of time on other 
weekends to spend the time in Monica's arms. As if she knew his 
thoughts she gave his arm a squeeze.

"This week's Hermit Award goes to Mr. And Mrs. Walter 
Skinner."

The four jaws of the agents dropped as they saw their own assistant 
director come to claim his prize. Even more outrageous and 
laughable was he was holding the hand of his secretary, Arlene.

As the crowd clapped all seemed to go in slow motion. Skinner 
took the certificate and then turned to meet the eyes of the people. 
He spanned the room to eventually settle on the table housing the 
four smiling, surprised agents.

John could usually read minds by noticing body language but 
Skinner was keeping his thoughts to himself and just as well.

John and Monica exchanged knowing looks as all thoughts of 
reprimands and possible transfer dropped from their shoulders.

John felt at ease with the world and he knew Monica felt the same. 
This would be one weekend that would be forever etched in their 
memory.

The End

***** ~RPcrazy