TITLE: CAT WOMAN AND DOG MAN AUTHOR: Donnilee E-MAIL: Donnilee@snet.net WEBSITE: http://donnilee.tripod.com RATING: NC-17 CATEGORY: DRR KEYWORDS: POST EP AUDREY PAULEY SUMMARY: Because I was too much of a coward to ask, so I would have to wait and hope that one day, he would find the courage I didn't have and share with the class. SPOILERS: Audrey Pauley DISCLAIMER: Nope. Not mine. Used shamelessly and without remorse. They belong to Chris Carter, Ten Thirteen, and Fox Broadcasting. DEDICATION: This one is for JR and Fmudler who were kind enough to read my first DRR and actually ask more in this category. Thanks for you encouragement! SPECIAL THANKS: My tireless beta reader, Sdani, once again deserves thanks for wading through all my tripe. Bless her little heart. Thanks again for all the time you've put into cleaning up my stories so I look like my IQ is in the triple digits! AUTHOR'S NOTE: I can't remember where Monica Reyes' apartment is located and I can't find a screen grab with the location on it either. Therefore, all stories that mention her abode, I place her in Georgetown. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX MONICA REYES' APARTMENT GEORGETOWN, D.C. EVENING We'd stood staring at each other for several moments after he brought me home from the hospital. He had exited the car and opened my door for me, always the gentleman. Now we stood staring at each other, like some magic was going to make our tongues move. I knew he wanted to say something to me, but I was unsure what it was. Audrey had told me that he loved me very much. I believed her but I was unsure what kind of love that was. There were many kinds. There was the love one feels for a sibling or a family member. There was the love one feels for a best friend. There is the love one feels for a special person that has given them something invaluable, like their life. Then there was being IN love, the kind of love a man and woman feel for each other who want to be lovers. I swallowed hard, knowing what I wanted and too much of a coward to reach for it. I didn't want him to come to me with reservations. I didn't want him to be with me because it was convenient, or because he thought he should be. No, I wanted John Doggett to be in love with me. I knew I couldn't make that happen. I just had to bide my time and pray. He obviously wasn't ready to make any startling revelations tonight. I knew he had been frantic when he thought I was going to die. Scully had told me that much. But what I didn't really know was what that all meant. I wouldn't know unless he chose to tell me. That's the part that sucked. Because I was too much of a coward to ask, so I would have to wait and hope that one day, he would find the courage I didn't have and share with the class. I smiled ruefully at our awkwardness and he did the same. "Well, thanks for the ride. Good night, John." His hand reached out and ran down the sleeve of my coat. He squeezed my hand briefly making me shiver with the sensation of his warm fingers brushing mine. Then he simply said, "Good night, Monica." I hesitated one more moment and then feeling foolish, turned my face away and walked up my steps. I turned back to look at him, and found he hadn't moved. He was still standing on the sidewalk making no move to get in his car. He cleared his throat self-consciously, and said, as though defending himself, "I'll wait until you're safely inside." I nodded and said, "You're a dog person. Don't forget." He flashed me that quirky smile and said, "I won't ever forget." I nodded stupidly and turned to put my key in the lock of the door that led into my secured building. As I put my shoulder into the door, my mind ran over something Dana had said to me during one of our few heart to heart talks a while back. She'd said, 'You know, I wasted so much time worrying about the consequences of loving Mulder, that I wouldn't allow myself to entertain the idea of being with him. Now all I have are regrets that I was so silly about it. What I wouldn't do to have him here with me now. I'd give anything to turn back the clock. But you can't and life is so damn short. Now I feel like so much of mine has been wasted, when I could have been very happy all this time.' I had stopped with one foot inside. She was right. Life was too short. I'd almost died in that hospital. It could have been all over but the curtain call. Why was I so afraid? What was the worst that could happen? He rejected me. Then what? I thought our friendship was strong enough to survive it. It might be awkward, but wasn't this awkward too, all these unsaid things hanging between us in the air now every time we looked at one another? Damn it, John! I thought. I pressed my lips together with determination and turned to find him a mere foot away on the top step behind me, reaching for his gun. "Oh!" I exclaimed. "What is it?" he asked. "What's wrong, Monica?" "No...nothing. Jesus, you startled me, John." He relaxed his hand and his trench coat fell back over his weapon holstered on his hip. "You stopped and stared inside. I thought you saw something wrong. I didn't know why you weren't going in." His chest was mere inches from my back as I looked at him from the corner of my eye, still only turned slightly back toward him. "I was just thinking. I'm sorry. I guess I zoned out." He nodded and swallowed hard. "Okay, then. Uh ... I guess I'll get going." I turned slowly to face him and found my face a couple inches from his. He sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes dropping to my lips. I felt my skin tingle from the crown of my head down over my shoulders as his breath wafted gently over my cheek. "Jesus ..." he whispered under his breath. I wanted to say something but I didn't know what so I brought my gaze up to meet his and found him now gazing back at me. "I ..." he began. I reached up and placed a hand on the bare skin of his neck. He froze when he would have pulled away. So slowly that I even aggravated myself, I raised my other hand to cup the opposite side of his neck. My thumbs traced the edge of his jaw and his mouth opened and closed again, but he didn't say anything. I let my face drift towards his, tilting to the side. Barely audible, I heard him breath out, "Monica ..." I leaned forward and closed my eyes as I pressed my lips to his. My lips dragged over his as they hung open in frozen shock. On the second slow pass over his lips, mine closed on his lower lip and tugged gently, asking tentatively for a response. All at once, his frozen state was broken and he groaned, opened my mouth with the force of his coming down on my face and slid his arms around my back, all in one smooth move. He pulled me tight against him. Absent my support, the door swung shut behind me and latched. He walked me backward a step and pushed me against the door. His head tipped and he deepened the kiss. Our tongues met in a frenzied duel, hungry and filled with the repressed passion of the last months. I don't know how long we made out like teenagers, leaning on my front door for support, but finally he broke the kiss and his chin fell to my shoulder. His lips brushed my ears as he spoke with an arousal-roughened voice. "Christ, Monica." I kissed his neck and saw his shoulders twitch in reaction. I said softly, "Come inside with me, John." He pulled back enough to look into my face. "What are you asking?" I thought it was rather evident, but he obviously wanted to be sure we were on the same page and he wasn't misinterpreting my invitation. I suppose it would suck to be him if he assumed I was inviting him into my bed and all I wanted to share was coffee. However, I had hoped the kiss would be enough of a clue. Not for my John, Mr. Cautious in the Extreme. I smiled at that thought and said, "I'm asking you to stay with me ... for the night," I added quickly. His thumbs ran over my cheeks and then my lips. He blinked slowly. We were both suddenly in slow motion. "Are you sure?" "Yes," I said simply. He stared into my eyes, looking for what, I didn't know. Then he said, "Yes." I smiled broadly and turned in his arms to fit my key in the lock for the second time in several minutes. This time I strode into the lobby, not bothering to even look at my mailbox which I'm sure was bulging since I'd been gone a couple of days. I went straight to the elevator, not looking back, afraid to see that he was still standing where I'd left him and not following me. My ridiculous fears were unfounded. I pushed the button for the elevator and felt him step up behind me, putting his hands on my hips and flexing his fingers gently. I felt my womb tighten with anticipation and wetness flow out between my legs. The elevator let out an obnoxious ding and the door slid open. I stepped in and turned, John's hands never leaving my hips. I pressed the button and went to turn but he stayed behind me and leaned against the back wall, pulling my ass into the cradle of his pelvis. "Uhhhh," I grunted softly as I felt his erection nestle between my butt cheeks, pressing the cloth of my dress slacks into the crack. His chin landed on my shoulder again. He didn't say anything, just breathed in gentle puffs against my neck making me shiver again. I was scared and excited all at the same time. I couldn't ever remember feeling this in recent history. God, I hoped that he didn't change his mind. I just simply couldn't give him a chance to walk away. Finally, the elevator stopped and the doors slid open. Again, without looking back I strode down the hall. One, two, three doors down. I already had my keys in my hand and quickly slid it into the lock and opened the door. He stepped in behind me as I hit the code for the alarm and stood patiently as I closed and relocked the door. Finally, I turned to him and he was staring at me again with that unnerving stillness in his eyes. "Coat?" I croaked, alarmed at how rough my voice was. He shrugged out of his trench coat and handed it to me. I hung it the closet and relieved myself of my own leather jacket and hung it in the closet. I closed the door to the closet and stood with my hand pressed to the slatted wood, wondering why I was so unbalanced. It was just John, for Christ's sake. But oh, it was JOHN! Into the silence he said, "Monica, if you've changed your mind, we don't have to ..." "No!" I said, turning to him, panting crazily and wishing I had better control over myself right now. He smiled. He stepped into me putting his hands back on my hips, his body still a foot away. I went still and felt the heat of his hands right through my jeans. "What's wrong?" He asked quietly. "I'm nervous. I don't know why," I blurted out. He smiled gently and said, "I'm terrified." Then he flashed a self-deprecating smile and shook his head. "We're a pair," he joked. "I want us to be," I said quietly. His eyes snapped up to mine again. "Do you?" "Yes. God, John, I want it so much ... I ..." His finger came up to press gently on my lips. Without thought my tongue snaked out and swirled around his finger. "Ugggg," he grunted and pulled me to him again, his lips find mine again. The awkwardness melted away as it had before when we were kissing and I found myself pressed into another door. I smiled against his lips and he broke the kiss. "What's so funny?" "This is the second door you've wedged me up against. Can we try for something softer?" He laughed, but backed up, taking my hand and turning into the kitchen. He took a couple of steps with me following and stopped, seemingly realizing this wasn't his house. He turned looking sheepish and said, "Where to? Or did you want to talk a bit ... first?" I smiled and pointed down the hall. He looked at the ground and said, "Monica, I don't want you to think I just came up here for just that and ..." "I did," I cut him off. He looked at me again, startled. "What?" I grinned. "I invited you up here just for that." He blinked slowly again and said with conviction, "You're trying to kill me." It was my turn to laugh and I stepped around him, keeping a grip on his hand and towing him down the hall. I swung into the bedroom, leaving the door open. We slowed again as I stood next my king size bed. It always seemed so large and empty. Tonight it would finally be filled. I reached out and snapped on the lamp sitting on the bedside table. Its soft light spilled onto the bed. He seemed not to want to break the spell by talking in a normal voice and so he whispered, "I can't believe I'm here." "Believe it," I whispered and reached for his shirt. He shrugged out of his jacket and loosened his tie as I undid each button on his dress shirt. I couldn't wait for him to completely shed it and my hands went to his chest and spread over his skin, feeling the taut muscles and the crisp chest hair sprinkled over top. He moaned softly. "We're wearing way too many clothes for this," he teased, in between pants. We broke out into a frenzy of flailing arms, fumbling thumbs and hopping feet as we disrobed, laughing like little kids at our clumsiness. Finally I was naked and I straightened, watching him as he pulled a sock off, the last piece of cloth on his body. He felt my eyes on him and looked up, then straightened slowly to face me. I gasped at how beautiful he was. Tanned skin covered him, his pecs standing out in sharp relief in the soft light of the lamp, framed by broad, muscular shoulders. My eyes ran down his stomach, taking in his six-pack abs, his lean waist and muscular thighs. His sex stood out proudly from the nest of dark hair between his legs. His thick cock with its circumcised head was standing nearly straight up. It had to be seven inches long and so thick. I couldn't wait to feel that inside me. My crotch flooded with another round of wetness at the thought. His balls were large and rested against thighs that were slightly parted. He whispered, "God, you're perfect." "Me? You're, oh man, John. You're beautiful." He smiled and stepped into me, his hands going to my hips again. His thumbs caressed my hipbones with the rough pads of his fingers and I felt a hum rise out of the back of my throat. "You like that?" he asked softly. I nodded and he said, "I've always loved your hips." "My hips?" I asked, startled out of my sexual trance. "Yes, this dip right here where your waist flares into your narrow hips." His thumb traced the area and I stiffened, feeling sensation travel through me. "My hips, huh?" I asked, still amused. "Oh, I didn't miss your tits either," he said calmly. "John!" I exclaimed. He grinned at me, obviously pleased that he had succeeded in surprising me. I blushed and wrapped my arms around his neck. "You going to keep talking, or are you going to fuck me?" I asked. His eyes widened but then his smile faded. He pushed me back gently and I sat on the back and scooted back toward the center, reclining on my back. He crawled in after me, looking like a big cat and straddled me. He looked me in the eye and said, "To answer your question, I'm not going to fuck you." I slammed my eyes shut and bit my lip in embarrassment, wondering what sort of sick joke this was, not believing he could be so cruel as to go this far and drop me on my ass. Did he think this was funny? Was this to be the ultimate humiliation? I felt his weight shift and knew without opening my eyes that his face was right next to mine. My bottom lip trembled as I released it from my teeth and said, "Then just GO!" nearly choking on my embarrassment. I went to raise my hands to cover my breasts but his hands gripped my wrists and stopped me, pinning them next to my head. Quietly, he said, "Monica, open your eyes." I hesitated but figured I should get this over with. I took a deep breath and opened them, as I suspected, finding his nose a mere inch from mine. "You're taking that the wrong way," he said slowly. "How the hell am I supposed to take it? What is this? Some kind of sick joke?" His finger rested calmly on my lips again, making me feel a sudden dart of anger. "Monica!" he nearly shouted. My eyes met his again, blinking rapidly to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over my lashes. Quickly he said, "I don't want to fuck you, Monica. I want to make love to you." I was mute for several seconds as I realized what he was saying and then I felt shame burn through me that I had so easily misunderstood him, and assumed the worst. How could I have even thought he would do something like that? He would never humiliate me like that for sport. My tears lost their battle and began scudding down my cheeks. He leaned in and licked them off my cheeks, murmuring in between licks. "Damn, Monica. I would never hurt you. Don't cry, baby. God, I've never wanted anyone like I want you." "Want me?" I squeaked. "Just want me?" I knew I was being childish and silly asking for more affirmation, but I was shaken by my brush with the crushing disappointment that would have swamped me had he gotten off this bed and walked away from me. His nose nuzzled into my hair and he whispered, "Not just want you, although I do. Don't you know?" I shook my head. "What are you saying?" I asked, embarrassed by my tears. He nuzzled me again and I shrugged my shoulders to avoid the tickle. He spoke into my ear, "I want you because I'm in love with you, Monica." "Oh!" I cried out, unable to respond any further. His tongue licked my neck below my ear and I moaned, "Ohhhhh, mmmmm!" "Why did you ask me up here? Do you just want me for the night?" he asked. I realized I'd never given him any reason to believe this was anything other than a one night stand either, and yet, he had come, willing to go through with it to be with me. I pulled his head up, my palms on his cheeks and said, "I don't want to waste any more time, John. I don't want to be Mulder and Scully, filled with regrets for what I didn't do, what I could have had." He kissed each cheek and moved to my eyelids, kissing each one tenderly. "Me neither," he responded. "I love you too, John. God, I've loved you for so long." "Oh baby, I'm sorry," he breathed out. He lips took mine again and he lowered himself between my thighs as I spread my legs. We both paused and moaned as our chests came together, loving the feel of skin on skin. He kissed his way down my body and then put his face between my legs. He licked me for several moments as I wantonly shoved my crotch into him trying to increase the contact. His fingers slid inside, two of them, as he sucked gently on my clit and my back arched off the bed as he swirled his tongue around and around it, faster and faster. I cried out as my womb released its tension, feeling my vaginal walls tremble around his fingers. He hummed and then slowly moved up my body. He took his weight on his elbows and stared into my eyes as I felt the tip of his cock nudge my wet folds. I raised my legs over his narrow hips and looked down, amazed at how big he looked from this angle. He looked down too and said, "Watch." He flexed those beautiful stomach muscles and tightened his ass as he pushed himself slowly inside me as I watched. At the half way mark, I threw my head back and groaned. My tunnel was quivering spastically with the sensations of being stretched wider than ever before. I'd been with men who were slightly longer, but no one ever this thick. "Ooohhhhhh, Gggooodddd!" I moaned. He hissed through his teeth and continued his steady descent. I felt him butt up against my cervix. I lifted my knees toward my chest and he slipped in that final bit, pressing his balls against my ass. "Oh fuck," he muttered. I held still while I adjusted and he waited for me to nod. I croaked out, "Feels so good. You're so thick. Feels delicious, the way I'm stretched. Make love to me, John." He grunted softly and began retreating slowly and sliding back in to the hilt. He kept his pace slow and I felt my orgasm build slowly. I usually didn't come in this position without some clitoral stimulation but this time might be different. I could feel my body climbing quickly to the peak. "Faster!" I panted out. He didn't hesitate but began stroking faster, never shortening his strokes. He increased the force of his thrusts as he sought his own release. His head lowered to my shoulder and he was chanting quietly, "Oh Monica, so good, oh Monica, so snug, ooohhhhhhh!" Hearing his senseless rambling cranked me into the red zone and I lifted my hips to meet each of his thrusts, crying out as I did, "Ahhh, Ahhh, Ahhh!" My climax ripped through me, arching my back and pressing my breasts into his chest. My womb contracted powerfully, the sensations spreading from there throughout my whole body. My walls tugged fiercely on his bone hard cock as he kept plunging that thick rod into me, prolonging my orgasm with forceful strokes. I was still coming when he shouted out, "Oh God! I'm gonna come SSSSOOOO HHAARRDD! Oh baby, yeah, yeah, yeah!" His face contorted into a rictus of ecstasy, his mouth open in a silent scream as I felt him pulse and release inside me; pulse and release, pulse and release, pulse and release. He collapsed on top of me and I relished his weight pressing me into the mattress. We were silent for several long moments as he came back to earth. He finally rolled away from me and I cuddled up to his side. He tipped his head down and kissed the top of my head as I laid it on his shoulder. "I love you, Monica." "I love you too, John." "Why were we so afraid?" "I can't remember," I mumbled. He chuckled gently. "You were wonderful." "You were great." I couldn't see his face but I knew he was smiling. "Tell me I can spend the night," he suggested. I smiled against his warm skin, letting my lips brush his nipple and watching his stomach muscles tense in response as it beaded up into a knot. "Of course you can spend the night. I'm not done with you yet." "Oh ho! You're not, huh?" "Nope." "I need some sleep." "Rest up you big stud," I teased. He chuckled. "What am I resting up for?" "Well, you just made love to me." "And?" he prompted. "You still need to fuck me," I said calmly. He snorted and pulled me tightly against him. "Your wish is my command." We settled down and I said, "I'm sorry I waited so long to tell you, John. I should have invited you up here a long time ago." "That's all right. I was a coward. I've known how I felt about you for a long time, but I was afraid to lose you as a partner and a friend. If you had rejected me, I wouldn't have been able to face you afterwards. I was so scared when you were in the hospital. I couldn't face losing you. I told myself I was going to tell you how I felt if God gave you back to me. But then you were well and staring at me and I ... I couldn't do it." "That's all right. It's behind us now." "Thank God." "So, Doggett the dog man," I teased. "Sleep or shower first?" "Sleep," he mumbled. "Sleep," I repeated, feeling my eyelids droop. I thought he was asleep when he said, "Hey cat woman." "Huh?" I muttered. "If I'm Dog man, does that make you Cat woman?" "If you want me to be," I said sleepily, smiling and enjoying the tease. "I think I need to see those hips in a Cat suit." I laughed, trying not to wake up completely. "For you John, I'll wear a cat suit." "Woo Hoo," he exclaimed softly. We were both chuckling as we drifted off to sleep. THE END.