Title: Late Night Musings Author: B R Cary writerbabe1013@hotmail.com Category: DRR Summary: Monica lays awake one night thinking about John. Rating: NC-17 Disclaimer: Nope, not mine. Archive: Anywhere Feedback: Please send thoughts on this story to writerbabe1013@hotmail.com xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Monica Reyes lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, her mind running one thing over in her mind. Her parther, John Doggett. Looking over at the clock, Monica realized it was late. It was much to late an hour to be still awake, especially since she had to work in the morning. But it was the same every night. John never failed to be the last thought on her mind. She would always picture him sitting at his desk, his deep blue eyes concentrating on a file he was trying to understand. His long, muscular arms resting on the desk. His well-defined chest emphasized by his crisp, white dress shirt . . . Suddenly, Monica became aware that while she had been busy musing, her hand had wandered down into her underwear and she was now gently playing with herself. 'Oh, God, that feels so good,' she thought. Nothing could take the place of sex, but this was a good second choice. Besides, this way she could choose whatever she wanted and with whomever she wanted it to. As Monica continued stroking herself, her eyes closed. What would it be like to have John there with her? What would she like to do to and with him? What would she like him to do to her? Her mind began to slip into fantasy . . . She spotted him in the kitchen with his back to the door. He was wearing nothing but a pair of boxer shorts. That alone was enough to make her turned on - as if the man alone did not do that. But a man in boxers had always been a weakness of hers. She did not know why, but she found them incredibly sexy. Quietly, she snuck up behind him and began to run her hand over his exposed skin. He jumped slightly at her touch, but did not turn around. Softly, she began the path her hands were taking with her mouth, alternating between licking and kissing his golden skin. Then, she moved her mouth up to his neck, repeating the same kissing/licking motion as she moved her hands around to the front of his body. As she moved her hands lower, his breathing became faster. She slid her hands inside the waistband of his boxers and gently began to fondle him. He moaned deeply as she lightly started stroking him. She continued this until she felt his body began to tense up. She removed her hand and smiled at his groan of disappointment. She walked around to stand in front of him. Their eyes met, then their lips did. The kiss was deep and passionate. Minutes, or maybe hours, later she finally pulled away. She was not done with him yet, not by a long shot. She pushed his boxers down and followed their decent until she was kneeling in front of him. Breathing deeply, she inhaled his scent. She loved the way he always smelled, but never more so than when he was aroused. It was warm and earthy and entirely . . . male. It made her feel that much more like a woman knowing she could turn him on. Pausing briefly, she smiled up at him before she took him in her mouth. She normally disliked giving oral sex, but that had been before him. She enjoyed being able to pleasure him in this way. She slowly began to swirl her tongue around his length, making sure not to miss any glorious inch of him. She grasped his hips as she began to suck on him gently. Every now and then she changed the amount of pressure or paused to scrape him lightly with her teeth. She continued this until she felt him pull up on her arms. She understood at once - he was close, but not ready to come just yet. He knew of her dislike of being swallowing , although that was another thing she had never minded with him. Standing in front of him once again, she slowly removed her clothes, knowing he liked to watch her get undressed. After she was finished, he reached out and began to run his hands over her body in much the same manner she had him. But as much as she loved his touch, she had other things in mind. He gave her a curious glance as she stopped his hands. "Another time," she said, gently. "All I want right now is you inside me." He smiled in response, then gently turned her around. Knowing what he was wanting, she placed her hands on the counter in front of her and tipped her body forward slightly. He moved to stand behind her. Wrapping one arm around her waist, he entered her, kissing her between the shoulder blades as he did. He began to move in and out in a slow, steady pace, going deeper with each thrust until he was all the way in. She had never been a hug fan of the rear entry position, but the first time they had tried this position standing up, she suddenly understood why it was one of his favorites - he could go so much deeper that way. Gradually he began to speed up. She arched her back a bit, loving the way he felt inside her. Suddenly she him doing something she had not expected. She felt him slowly began sinking to his knees. With his arm still firmly around her waist, she had no choice but to follow him. Once on his knees, he sank back on his heels. He used his hands to move her legs until they rested along the outside of his. This caused her to open her legs up wider and him to sink even deeper inside her. His first thrust upward caused her to screech out with the pleasure of it. This was deeper than he had ever gone before and it felt incredible. She felt herself on the edge after only a few thrusts. She could tell be his deep grunts and moans that he was close as well. He moved his hands so that one was between her legs and the other was playing with her breasts. She went into sensory overload at his touch and came hard, screaming his name and a few other things she normally would not say. Since she was experiencing one of the most amazing orgasms of her life, she almost did not feel his release, but she did hear him groan her name deeply and loudly into her ear. Suddenly, the intense pleasure became too much and they collapsed into the kitchen floor together. . . Monica moaned deeply at the real release her fantasy had caused. As her breathing began to slow, she smiled. 'Well, I have no idea if this will ever really happen,' she thought, 'but a girl can always dream, can't she?'