Title: Sleepless in DC Category: DRR romance Rating: NC-17 (sex scenes, language) Summary: Monica Reyes has been fighting insomnia for a good number of weeks. With the help of a friend she finds a natural therapy. *wink wink* Notes: This is only short but seeing my mind is often active at night it was a good way to get it out of the system also. Part One Monica Reyes stood at the second story window looking out at the street below. The only light came from a single street lamp spreading a veil of white-coated lace over the road and its few parked vehicles. The absence of sound from the outside was echoed in the bedroom except for the almost inaudible hum of what must have been the alarm clock. A slight breeze through the open window sent a shiver over her nearly unclad body. The nightshirt she had thrown on since getting out of bed was not enough to protect her from the cool night air. Her arms held the overlapping flaps around her shivering body. She turned towards the bed to perhaps warm up again and to give sleep another try. Still concerned she would wake her sleeping partner with her tossing and turning she tiptoed to the bathroom instead. It had been a month of insomnia. Not insomnia as such but waking continually through the night with long periods of wakefulness. Usually she would just lie there thinking and on other occasions she would get out of bed and just stand somewhere peaceful with her thoughts until the need to try sleep again was once again important. Her yoga exercises aided to an extent with the little sleep she did achieve but there was something stronger that was occupying her nighttime mind, something she had to deal with if she was going to once again experience a night of restful sleep. Thoughts of the man of her dreams were constant during the nocturnal hours when her mind wasn't occupied by her work. Picking up a hairbrush she drew the bristles through her dark tresses and looked into the bathroom mirror. The face looking back at her was not one that appeared sad or tired but there was the hint of a smile. As her arms lifted to tie up her hair away from her face, her garment opened slightly revealing her naked form underneath. When her hands had finished the task above, her arms moved downward, letting the light cotton fall from her shoulders and into her hands. Taking in her reflection she smiled again remembering what the man in the bed had said to her as he had removed her clothing that evening. "Monica, you are so beautiful." It wasn't just the words but the look of pure love he gave as his eyes wandered over her skin for the first time. It wasn't just the look either but what he did after that which sent a surge through her body she could only describe as craving. Placing her night attire on the towel rack she turned the shower faucet hoping that the sound of the rushing water wouldn't wake her lover for the evening. The pelting of the hot beads on her skin sent her mind wandering as she turned her body in slow circles letting her skin be warmed by the water. It had been a Friday night after a week from hell. Monica and her work partner John Doggett had solved the case but not without losing one of their colleagues. They hadn't known him long but to lose anyone in the line of duty brought notions of 'what could we have done differently to save him?'. The case had trickled on for a month, finally ending in a violent showdown but they both agreed and been consoled by the fact that they couldn't go back in time to save this man. They decided that in the end, only one person passing was a miracle. There could have been ten. She and John had done the usual debriefing before retiring to their own residences for another weekend apart. Monica had assured John that it was enough but that wasn't the whole truth. "Will you be alright Monica?" She recalled him asking. "I'll be fine." How could she say that she would feel better if she were in his arms and bed for the whole weekend? Under less formal circumstances she might have just blurted it out and taken it wherever it led. In the formality, the moment had been lost. ***** Monica wasn't one to go to a hotel to let alcohol make her forget but when her girlfriend Alice called to ask her out, she thought it was a great way to take her mind off the case and off John. She'd slipped on her new black tank dress with thin straps and matching low heel leather slide sandal and hailed a cab. She needed to feel sexy and maybe the two girls could find some guys who wanted some company. She ordered a drink and nursed her whiskey while surveying the room for some likely prospects. Alice, who Monica had kept in touch with since college, knew a little about John but they had never met. Monica wanted a part of her to remain private. An open book was never Monica's personality type. She knew the topic would get onto him eventually because Alice kept harping on about wanting to meet this man who was stalwart in the face of danger, good-looking, athletic and above all 'single'. As she reached for the soap and began lathering Monica smiled remembering how Alice kept telling her to go after him. 'If he's that gorgeous just go for it, too bad about the job!'. Any convincing Monica tried to do to say work colleagues should just be that and not lovers was just returned with her customary eye roll. They ended up both laughing over it all. "Monnie," Alice called from a few tables away. "Allie," The two friends had exchanged embraces and smiles before the attractive blond haired friend sat next to her on the high stool. "I'm so glad you're free tonight." She ordered a white wine before continuing. "It was the only time Mom could look after Katie and I was dying to get out and be an adult for a change." "How is Katie?" Monica took a sip and placed her glass down. "Good, she lost her first tooth yesterday. The tooth fairy gave her a dollar." She smiled to the bartender and paid the man. "Is that the going rate for teeth nowadays?" Monica lightly laughed. "Not if you're a dentist, I think I spent way more than that on my last dental visit." The girls laughed together. It was just what Monica had needed, a good chuckle and time away from home and work. "It is good to see you Alice." Her face relaxed for a moment. "How's Don?" There was an awkward moment between the ladies but they both knew it had to be asked. "He's better than he was. Since finding a new lady he has stayed out of my life more and actually sends his alimony checks on time." Alice toyed with her glass and took a sip then decided to switch topics. "By the way, how's that insomnia of yours?" "Still not good. The most continuous sleep I've had is about two hours a night." "Any ideas what's causing it?" Alice was not one to mix her profession with her social life but she would sometimes make exceptions where friends were concerned. Monica was quiet. "It's him isn't it?" "Allie!" Monica couldn't bring herself to tell her the truth. "I tell you girl, as a psychiatrist, I will give you my best free advice, go after your heart. Your profession can be transient but going with your heart is healthy." She placed a hand on her friend's shoulder. "It's not as easy as that." Monica moved sideways and leant an elbow on the bar. "Love is never easy but what you need now is a good hard f*ck from this man to knock some sense into you. I tell you, sex is the best natural remedy I know for insomnia." "Allie!" Monica was not one to embarrass easily but sometimes she cringed a little in Alice's presence. The bartender just chuckled behind them. She lowered her voice and continued, "I'm all for that if he wanted me." "Then go for it. Here, ring him now." The blond haired woman handed her a cell phone that Monica tentatively took. "Tell him you're going over to his place and will bring the wine." "What if he says no?" She toyed with the contraption. "You are a grown woman, not a teenager. He won't say no to you, trust me." She gave her an honest gaze. "Knowing men, he's probably been thinking about jumping into bed with you more than you have about him." "What about you?" "Never mind about me." She inspected the room. "I see a few prospects already." Her eyes settled on someone in a far booth. Monica dialled John's number but sighed with a little relief when she got his answering machine. "John, it's Monica. Just thought I'd ring for a chat. Give me a call when you get the chance?" "That's too bad." Alice had her gaze transfixed on two men in a booth about ten tables away. "Allie! You really want to do this? You want to corner a couple of men?" Monica crossed her legs and took another sip of the amber fluid, letting the feel of the alcohol infiltrate her body. "I want to more than corner them darling, I want to go in hook, line and sinker." Alice was always one for being able to get the men. Monica was the one to be there by her side and to smile sweetly and get second choice. She didn't mind because her carefree nature meant she usually had a good time anyway. Monica wasn't for one night stands so it would be an evening of fun and then a good night before she left for home, alone again. Invariably Alice would take her catch home but when they found out she was a single mom they usually backed off slowly, the relationships not lasting past a couple of weeks at the most. ".. The water ran down her back as Monica leant against the warming tiles of the shower. She knew she had been there a while but it was soothing to her sleep deprived body. Her sleep partner had still not stirred and for that she was thankful. The last thing she wanted was for a relationship so new to be sullied because of her insomnia problem. She would shower, dry off and then return to bed and snuggle into him as though nothing was awry. Alice had seen the two men in a corner booth. The one facing them was a blond with short spiky hair and a sexy five o'clock shadow. He would have been in his mid thirties. The one facing away had dark, short hair and broad shoulders that drew Monica's attention. They were both dressed in sweaters and smart slacks. "You don't think they're gay do you?" Alice smiled and Monica nudged her arm playfully. "I think gay men are sweet but those are not gay." Monica drew her attention back to the blond haired man who was eyeing off two women close by and alerting his friend to the beauties. He then altered his attention over to the bar and his eyes didn't rest on Alice as expected but Monica. "I think he likes you honey." Alice's hand went to rest on her friend's forearm. "You don't mind?" Just then the other man turned and Monica nearly fell off her seat. Why hadn't she recognised him before? Was it because he was in a setting in which she rarely saw him or maybe she was used to him wearing work suits or jeans and not smart casual? She could feel the blue of his eyes and the lure of his charm shoot all the way across from the other side of the room. She could have said something but didn't. Perhaps it was the thrill of knowing something that Alice didn't and the prospects of playing a game that held her silence. "Seems both men have eyes for you Monica, lucky duck." Alice laughed off her slight embarrassment. "Oh, but I'm sure the dark hair god has had his eyes on you more." Monica internally chuckled. How would this game play out? Would John just spoil it all and tell Alice and his friend that they were work colleagues? "You think so?" She looked him over. "He's very cute. As much as I like my men blond, you can have that one, I like my guys athletic more." Both handsome men smiled over to the ladies thus giving them unverbal permission to join them. "I think they want us over there." Monica decided to take advantage of the situation and feeling suddenly very sexy she slowly uncrossed her legs giving a good view of her long lean thighs below the short black dress. "Two beers," Alice ordered and paid for them before making their way across the room. Monica decided to stay back and let her friend begin the conversation as she usually did. That way she could make her final choice. No wonder she chose John. He was older but not such a pretty boy as his friend but when he stood in the females' presence Monica could tell she was taken with his instant charm. "Hello guys, I'm Alice and this is my friend Monica." She gave them each a beer and they shifted over in their booth for the ladies to sit. "Well I'm Carl and this is John." Monica could almost feel Carl's eyes on her as she slid in next to him, but her gaze was on John and his reaction to all that was happening. Possibly he was waiting for her to say something first about their relationship and when she didn't he decided to stay quiet also. Was it also a game for him? If so it would be a fun one to see where it would lead. "So what do you boys do?" Alice particularly looked at John and seemed a little close to him for Monica's comfort but she didn't want to give it all away just yet. It was when John started talking that Alice's attention was just for him. "Let's just say I work for the government." The two agents shared mutual glances. If he'd given away his profession then the truth would air. "John doesn't like to talk about his job socially." Carl added and Monica found herself wondering how her work partner knew this man. He was very good-looking and certainly had an attraction to her. "What do you two do?" He spoke to Monica but Alice answered. "I'm a doctor and Monica here is an FBI agent." Monica searched into Carl's expression for anything that would show he was making connections with her and John. She wished she could have answered for herself and not have her profession blurted out but that was Alice's way, open and tactless. "FBI hey. I'll have to watch myself," he quipped and gave John a furtive glance. "So how do you girls know each other?" "Alice and myself met at college. We did a common subject together and have just kept in contact." Monica leant into the back of the booth. "We see each other about once a week." Monica could see John's eyes widen with marvel and she wondered what he was thinking and what he would do when he received her phone message, which could be any time throughout the night. "So what about you two?" Alice asked the obvious. "Carl is my ex brother-in-law." John was the one to give Monica a returned surprise. "He was my sister Jaime's husband." He hadn't really spoken much about his family and she hadn't asked. "We were just out catching up on old times." There was a moment of silence when each was waiting for another to talk. "Come on John, buy me a drink?" Alice was holding John's hand and pulling him from the booth. Monica wanted it to be her holding his hand and noticed that he looked a little ill at ease. When they were safely out of earshot Monica decided to set the scene straight with Carl. Even before the words came out he spoke first. "You know him, don't you." Carl's face went serious. "You know him in the bureau." Monica nodded before she spoke, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you Carl, he's my partner." There was silence for a moment. "So you are the famous Monica Reyes he's always on about?" He began to chuckle. "Famous?" She turned on an angle towards him. "He talks about you all the time. If I didn't know any better I'd say he was in love with you." Monica couldn't believe her ears but let him continue. "So what really brings you here tonight?" "I truly didn't know he'd be here, we don't socialize that much outside work." Her whiskey glass was almost drained. "I'd get you another but it shouldn't be me doing the buying." He nodded towards John and Alice who were on their way back to the table. "Look Monica, it's not me you should be with tonight, it's him. Leave it with me will you?" "So what secrets have you been telling about me while I was gone?" Alice took a sip of her new wine glass as John ushered her first into the booth. "Oh, Monica here's been telling me about your penchant for wearing expensive sexy underwear." Carl responded and Alice gave her friend a sly look. "Just as well we were only gone for a moment or she would have also been telling you that it either has to be expensive or I wear none at all." Alice and Carl shared wide smiles and the subsequent lively conversation. "You want another?" John pointed to the empty drink glass. With a flick of his head he beckoned his dark haired partner to follow him. Alice was too engrossed in her new conversation to notice them moving. "So you wanted to talk to me?" "You saw my message." Monica walked a little behind him on the way to the bar. "Just checked it a moment ago. Want the same again?" The bartender was waiting. Circumstances had changed and she wasn't sure she should have another strong drink. "Just a beer thanks." After John ordered he sat on the stool and Monica sat adjacent. "You still caught up with the case? Still can't get it out of "my' head." "No it's not that." Monica decided to come almost straight to the point. "I have been suffering from lack of sleep for some time." "That doesn't seem like you Mon." His brow furrowed with concern. "Do you know why?" "Not yet," she lied but smiled. "Alice seems to think it's nothing that some good sex will not cure." "Oh?" That comment got his attention. "Anyone in mind?" "I could go for Carl, but I prefer my men dark." She sniggered then saw John looking over her shoulder. She turned to see Carl and Alice still in happy conversation. "John, take me home?" Monica suddenly really didn't want to be there. "She's right." John leant in and whispered in her ear before they went over to explain to the others that they were leaving. Monica smiled inwardly and hoped she had planted the seed. """" "Did you see the look on Alice's face?" Monica couldn't help grinning over her friend's reaction to finding out that this John was Monica's John. "You will have some explaining to do when you see her next." John kept an eye on the road and traffic as he spoke. "So what have you told her about me?" "Just that you're a great partner to have." She looked out the window not sure whether she wanted to go into the fact that she had confided in Alice so much so that she almost knew more about John than John did himself. "That all? So with your friends you really don't talk much about work?" He turned into Monica's street and slowed down until they reached her apartment. "Not with Alice." Monica could hear a small snort from her partner. "She had all eyes for Carl until you turned around." "So how far would you have let us go before you stepped in to stop it?" That lop-sided smile of his gave away his amusement. After pulling on the hand break he cut the engine, took off his seatbelt and turned to meet her gaze. "How far would you have gone?" She also undid her seatbelt but made no attempt to leave the vehicle just then. Monica was reluctant to leave him but she would have to gauge his mood whether she invited him inside or not. "Oh," he turned to look straight ahead trying to think of something that would not hurt her feelings but also tease her. "As far as any willing man being led on by an attractive woman. I would have followed her lead." There was that smile again and Monica knew what Alice was like. She would have taken him back to her place and wanted it to go all the way. "You would have slept with her? On the first night?" Monica wasn't sure she wanted to hear the answer but also knew her partner and being the gentleman he was would probably not let it get that far on the first date. "You know Alice, how far would she have gone?" He turned on an angle and sunk his shoulder into the back of the seat, clearly interested in the direction of the conversation. Monica looked at his features and calmly smiled. It was times like this when she warmed to him the most. When he was relaxed in himself and in their relationship it showed in his face. He was a very attractive man in more ways than one but when those eyes peered over to her with affection she wanted to reach out and pull him close, wanting to experience his assets first hand. "Put it this way, you would have had a big grin on your face in the morning." Monica smiled anticipating his response. "So what you're saying is that my ex brother-in-law will now be the one to have that smile on his face?" He didn't seem to mind that the opportunity had been lost and Monica knew that her instincts would have been right. He would perhaps have gone as far as kissing her goodbye. She began to wonder if Alice and Carl did pursue a relationship would it end up like Alice's others? Carl had been married before; maybe he had children of his own and would accept her as a single mom. "I'm concerned about you Mon." John really didn't just change the subject; he was possibly thinking that her mind was going into overload again, which was not a good thing just before bedtime. "No need to be, I can deal with my own problems." That was not true or she would have been sleeping like a baby by then. John had not made the move to seduce her that she was hoping for so she was beginning to see that usual night alone. As she opened the car door he reached out and gently took her elbow. "Monica, do you trust me?" His question was a surprise. "Of course I do John, it goes without saying." "Then get back in, I'm taking you home with me." """"" Part Two Monica finished off her hot shower and turned off the faucet. She was suitably warmed from the hot water not to be shivering as she towelled her body dry. Letting her hair fall free from the tie she once again combed her hair and shook it, letting the soft tendrils lightly touch her shoulders. She took the shirt John had given her to wear and did up the buttons after letting the fabric caress her body. Taking a deep breath she went to go back to bed but knew her eyes would remain open just staring into space so instead went downstairs to find something relaxing to do. 'Full Throttle' was not her usual reading choice but she took it smiling and sat on the couch. It was a part of John that was unique and described his outgoing nature to a tee. As she flicked through the pages her mind wandered to the events of the previous evening when John had brought her home to his house. Her head lay back and her eyes closed. John led Monica through the front door of his Falls Church home. Even before he flicked the switch of the hall lamp she could feel the comfort that always exuded from being in his dwelling. The smell was of cleanliness and John. "Let me take that." As he helped her off with her jacket she felt his fingers scrape her skin and experienced a desire, a yearning for him that she had felt before but not in his home, in a social situation, with only him in close proximity. She turned to face him and saw his eyes rake over her body and then quickly up to her face hoping his wandering gaze hadn't been noticed. "What am I doing here John?" She hoped it was for sex but he wouldn't be saying that straight out. "You said you trust me, I want to help you with your insomnia." He took her hand in his and led her to the couch where they both sat, knees on an angle almost touching. "So you're going to try Alice's natural remedy?" Monica had to test her theory. "I'm sure there are a few natural remedies before opting for that," he sniggered. "You make it sound like a last resort." He laughed that laugh of his that brought with it his wonderful smile. She wondered if he had dreamt about them making love as much as she had. Could she tell him that she often woke in a sweat after having some fantasy about what John was doing to her? She would lie awake for hours wanting to keep the memory, letting it play over and over in her mind like an old time movie. "Let's just say that sex isn't the panacea for everything." "Oh?" She pretended disappointment and John laughed. "So Mr Miracle Man, what's your secret?" The look of anticipation in his eyes made her heart flutter but she tried to keep it hidden. "First of all, I need to get permission to touch you." The thought of what he'd do with his hands would more than likely keep her awake than let her sleep but she allowed him to continue. "You said you trust me." "Okay, now you have me very curious. What else?" Monica knew there was more. "For this to work you will need to spend the night." As if he needed permission for that! "In my bed," he added and Monica couldn't help but respond with her heart. "John, you sure about this?" "I just want to keep an eye on you all night, to see if my ideas work." He was keeping a straight face, hiding his feelings, but she also knew how good her partner could be at doing just that. "Okay, I agree, so where do we start?" Monica's mind was nowhere near sleep mode and she wondered how she could possibly doze if his enticing body was beside her in bed all night. He got off the couch and went to the kitchen. "First of all, you need something warm to drink." She could hear him shuffling in the kitchen and then there was the ding of the microwave. He came back a little while later. "Here, drink this." "Milk?" "Hot milk before bed, it's the age old remedy to induce sleep. I'll just be upstairs adding some fresh bedding, meet me when you're done?" He made a sexy pass at her that didn't go unnoticed. With it was a gentle finger movement down her bare arm. It made her think whether this was John's way of getting her into bed. Had it all been planned or was her problem a perfect opportunity for them to become more closely acquainted? On her way upstairs she could hear some gentle music coming from his room. Was this another way to entice her to sleep or to get her in the mood for some good old fashioned loving? With either scenario there was no way she could see herself sleeping in the presence of this man. """""" John had stripped down to a T-shirt and boxers and Monica just had to check out how marvellous his tush looked in the skintight underwear. It wasn't often she would get to see him this unclad. The shoulders and the thighs on him had her thinking how his limbs would feel if they were circling her body; another reason that sleep was not an option. "Monica, I didn't hear you come in." Once again he looked over her body. She was used to men gazing over her but not John. It was a pleasant feeling that made her feel very sexy. "Relaxed a little yet?" "Not sure," It was true, if she was in bed and laying on the soft surface her brain might have been able to decipher how much like sleeping she felt but standing there still in her slinky black outfit with John's stare transfixed to her, her brain just cried out for him to touch her. "Then we'll need to go the next step." Taking her hand once again, he led her to his ensuite bathroom. The room glowed and flickered warm light from some fragrant candles and he had run a bubble bath for her. "I've only seen this on the movies but it looks as though it would be soothing." "So, will you join me?" Monica slowly let go of his hand until just fingertips were touching. "Now do you really think that's wise? You are needing sleep Monica, not being stimulated be me." She didn't think he'd had that in mind but the thought of him joining her very pleasantly lay in her thoughts. When she began to remove her dress from the hem up it would have intentionally given him a glimpse of her black lace underwear. There was no need to be demure, by the time the night was out she imagined him also getting a peek of what lay below her clothing. "I'll be here if you need me." As she sank into the hot foamy water her body instantly relaxed and she inadvertently let out a huge sigh. "You alright?" John's voice came from the other side of the partly open door. "Can I come in?" "Come in, I'm fine." The low lighting of the room and the bubbles in the bath meant that John wouldn't be able to see her naked form under the water. "I have this for you to wear." He held up one of his shirts and then placed it over the towel rail. "Thank you John." She moved her head back and sighed once more, letting this man see how relaxed she was becoming. "Want me to wash you?" John was coming back with more surprises than first thought. Without words she fished for the sponge and held it up for him to take. When he knelt beside the tub and began to run the soft wet material over her shoulders she opened her eyes to see him following the sponge with his gaze. "That feels good," Monica sang as he dipped the sponge in the water and squeezed the hot water over her neck. "Go down further." Her chest moved up to meet his hand and his eyes stayed on hers as he outlined her breasts with the soft textile. Her sighs became louder the lower he went until she was almost opening her legs wanting him to feel between them. "Monica," he whispered as the sponge went down her thighs and then up to her hips and after that lingered along her abdomen. Their faces were close enough for Monica to feel his breath on hers and she couldn't help but initiate the first kiss. Lazily but feeling every sensation she kissed him first by placing her wet mouth on his. As if testing the waters she gave him one kiss and then looked into his face. His eyes were closed as if still sensing her presence on his lips. She went back for more and this time he responded by tenderly caressing her lips with his own. As if wanting the moment to last they spent ages just lightly touching until John gasped and pulled back. "John?" Had he regretted what he'd done because to Monica that first kiss was so special. It didn't need to be intense to be memorable. "This was not in the plan," he explained. "I want you relaxed enough to sleep, not horny enough to stay up all night." He smiled as he got to his feet. "That was relaxing," she pleaded but knew it was no use. "When you're ready, come to bed and we'll see if you can sleep yet." The way he expressed the invitation made her to want to jump out of the tub immediately but she would have to calm enough to show that all John's efforts were starting to pay off. After all, she wanted him to continue with his techniques. """ The bedroom was lit using only the bedside lamp that cast an orange glow over the room. John sat up on one side of the bed reading, his naked chest in plain view, with the sheet covering his lower half. Wondering whether he often went to bed shirtless she changed her mind when she understood that his T-shirt was probably wet from bathing her in the tub. If there was going to be any more touching involved then it was going to be both ways. That golden-coated skin would need to be stroked. When he spotted Monica he smiled and placed his reading material on the side table. Lifting the sheets he invited her into his bed. "Looks good on you," he referred to the shirt he had leant her. She had it buttoned up to show a small amount of cleavage. Underneath she was bare, preferring not to wear her lace underwear to bed, but only feel clean clothes next to her skin. "John, why are you doing this?" She was beginning to want to know his true motives. It wasn't in this man's nature to seduce her that way. "I've told you Mon, I care for you and want to see you healthy again." He patted the bed next to him and she knelt and then slipped her legs under the sheet and laid her head on the pillow. "I am healthy, I'm just having a few sleep problems." She watched as he also slid his body under the sheet and turned to face her. "And one you need to recover from if you are going to work efficiently on our cases." Monica knew it to be true. Perhaps John had noticed that her demeanor had changed lately. She was often listless on the job but when she did feel like resting it was at inopportune times. He watched her reaction as he lifted a hand and with the back of a finger ran faint lines over her cheeks. He smelt so wonderful and the bed was so cosy and warm from his presence. How could a girl not sleep in that atmosphere? "John, I like that," she found herself saying as she enjoyed his gentle touch. The finger traced over her forehead and then along her jaw line as though the finger was the manifestation of John's kisses, if he were to lean in and work his magic lips over her face. "Relax and try to sleep," his voice was feathery as he continued to feel over her face and then comb fingers through her hair. "Hmm," she breathed as he drew back the hair from her face. It was making her relax but at the same time becoming very hot for him. The desire to be naked with him was so strong but she wanted it to come from him. Getting up on one elbow she looked over to him. "John, I can't sleep yet. What you're doing is so good but it's making me feel other things." She leant back and moaned as his fingers fell down her neck to her top button. "Other things?" With deft fingers he undid the button and then the next and slipped his hand underneath. Surely he knew what he was doing? "So what other things are you feeling?" She let him do what he wanted knowing he would have felt her heart pounding from his touch. "That's good," she lifted her chest as he felt over her breasts. "I'm having thoughts that are keeping me relaxed but awake." "Oh?' He placed his hand on her heart. "Are your thoughts causing this?" "Huh huh." Monica's neck was overheated and her mind was willing him to go further down her body. As if reading her body signals he kept undoing the buttons. "John." She wanted to touch him too but she knew this was all for her. "Well I'm just going to have to do something to relax that heart of yours," he whispered close to her face and when she went to kiss him he pulled away. "All in good time." Once all the buttons were undone he slipped the shirt off her shoulders and took a look at what he'd uncovered. "John, more." Monica allowed him to take the shirt all the way off her body and let it drape over the bed. "Monica, you are so beautiful." She opened her eyes to see him admiring her naked body with those eyes of his that told her there was more than lust in his thoughts. As her arm went to touch him he held it back. "I'm here for you Mon, keep still, and lie back." His hand pushed gently on her shoulder until she lay back on the pillow. "You can't leave me like this." She arched her body back wanting him to climb on top and nestle into her flesh. Instead she felt his hand feel over her breasts and then down her thigh. The bed dipped as he made his way closer and felt his body's warmth near hers. His hand slipped under her back and drew her closer until she felt their chests meet. "Oh Monica," the words were said as though he was giving in to his desires. He had said for her to lie back but he was drawing her closer, so close that their lips touched again and this time with more intensity. This time he let her arm wrap around him and feel over his back. It felt firm and strong to the touch yet yielding as the muscles rippled while he was kissing her with full force. He tried to keep her from feeling just how aroused he was but she moved forward allowing their hips to meet. "Please do it," Monica appealed, trying to tug down his boxers at the same time as urging him on top. It surely was a dream, the reason she'd had sleepless nights and had woken up in sweats on so many occasions. She wanted him with a passion that had made a dent in her psyche. During the day she could cover it up with notions of work but at night her inner wishes came to the fore. She knew that if he were to make love to her then it would be one step closer to curing her insomnia but she wasn't about to say it out loud. "I shouldn't," he lifted his body, still breathing heavily. "That's the last resort remember?" "That's so cruel John Doggett." She was half joking but seemed let down that he didn't just want to go through with it. "There are other ways to try first." He moved his hips away from hers. "John, no way am I going to sleep feeling this way!" Monica sat up and bent over forwards, the sheet covering her bare breasts. His hand feeling over her bare back felt wonderful, then it traversed her shoulders. "Lie back Monica," He was back to his original plan but she complied. "I know a sure fire way to get you sleeping." He leant over and snapped off the light throwing the room into darkness that took moments to which to adjust. The anticipation of what was to come was too great and he must have deliberately taken his time to act. Then she felt a light kiss to her lips and a hand that slid down her body. He kept his lips on hers as his fingers worked on her inner thighs sending her into a frenzy of emotions. Little by little they worked up her skin until just near the juncture of her hips. "Do you want this?" he whispered on her lips. "Yes," her legs opened slowly to let his fingers roam. "You want me to make you come?" He teased as he fingered lightly over her labia. "Yes," No more words could exit; he was mercilessly taunting her with his words, lips and fingers. He kissed more and then withdrew. "How?" His fingers brushed over her trimmed pubic hair. "How do you want me to make you come?" "Touch me John," she blurted it out not being able to take much more tease. "Like this?" As he plunged his tongue in her mouth he pushed two fingers down below into her heat and began stroking. "Hmm." He hummed down her throat. Monica's hips thrust on his fingers and knew with all the unpitying teasing she wouldn't last long before she had to fold. "Will this help you sleep?" She felt his lips move on hers and the fingers slide in long strokes on their slippery path. She groaned into his mouth as her insides began to tighten. The sugary sweetness that filled her body seemed unforgiving as it radiated a path through every unrelenting pore. Her orgasm was almost painful in its rendition but panned out into utter bliss as John kept kissing and groaning onto her mouth. With his lips and tongue he thanked her for the breathtaking response to his remedy. Monica sank into the pillow and imagined John's smile above her face. He left his fingers there just long enough to feel her body relax and slipped them out slowly and lay beside her. The last thing she felt before falling into dreamland was a gentle kiss to her cheek. ".. Part Three "Monica?" She turned to see John's worried look as he stood on the stairs. "I thought you might have left?" He stepped down the rest of the risers and made his way over to her position on the couch. "I couldn't sleep and didn't want to disturb you." She placed the magazine back on the table. "Full Throttle? That's not going to make you drowsy," He smiled and put out his hand for her to take. "Come on, let's get back to bed." He led her back upstairs and lifted the sheet for her to climb in. Once nestled together he spoke, "I thought I'd cured you." She experienced his words in her hair and his warm, strong body against hers and felt the most secure she had been in a long time. "I slept for four hours, that's the most in a month of night times." She kissed his chest and smiled that they could be so close and so unexpectedly. "So my treatment is beginning to work? Just call me Dr. Doggett." At his unpredicted quip a little air escaped her nose onto his chest. "I think I might be in need of another dose of your medicine doctor." Monica went along with his act. "I might even sleep through until morning." "Oh, what did you have in mind?" He drew her in closer with a firm but comforting arm around her. "Well, you're the doctor but I think it would be something where we would both need to be naked." It was worth the try, convincing John that the 'last resort' was needed. "So if I was to oversee that medication you think it may be the final cure?" He kissed her head and hugged her tighter. The room was dark, making the moment purely sensory. "That would just be the start of the cure. I would imagine needing some medicine regularly for an indefinite period." Monica was pleased with how the conversation was panning out. "So you're willing to test out this treatment with the prospect of it being administered regularly?" John was getting the idea; he knew that Monica was in it for keeps. It was just up to John to make the move that would seal the deal. "It's not as though it's experimental. It's been tried and true throughout time and above all, it's free." She was widely smiling. "So how do you want to start?" She felt the rumble of his words on her head. As if on cue the telephone rang. Thankfully John had the bell tone turned down or they would have jumped out of their skin. "Don't tell me it's work!" John rolled off Monica to get the receiver. "I will frikkin' kill 'em if it is!" Monica shared John's frustration. "Carl." He rolled back to be close to his partner. There was some relief that they wouldn't need to get out of bed. "Couldn't this have waited until morning?" "What?" Monica whispered with curiosity. "You slept with her? Carl, you devil!" He continued listening and Monica could almost make out what Carl was saying on the other end. "How do you know she's the one after sleeping with her once?" "Really?" Monica could hardly contain her amazement. She was so pleased for her friend Alice. "Look man, I'll see you tomorrow as planned." John rolled onto his back getting prepared to replace the receiver. "We'll talk tomorrow, okay?" He was obviously being questioned. "Yes, she's here, satisfied?" Monica heard an animated voice on the other end of the line before John hung up for good. "I can't believe it." It was still early days but if there was that prospect of her friend finding love again she was so pleased for her. "Now where were we? You were the patient and I was the doctor." An arm circled her compliant body. "What did he say?" Monica was aware that John wanted to get back into the role-play but her interest had been drawn. To put her mind at rest about the happiness of her friend she needed to know something important. "Tell me anything." "Monica, can we talk about it in the morning?" His voice was tinged with care. He wanted to talk but he also wanted her to relax and let sleep return to their worn bodies. "I need to know John," she moved up to be level with his face. "It will help me sleep better." There was a moment while he was thinking, "Okay, he was ringing on his cell phone from the bathroom of her home. I might add that even though he's told me of a number of his conquests, he's never called me in the middle of the night before." To encourage further talk Monica ran her fingers over his skin. The deed was automatic, following the curves of his back down to his ass. Once under the rim of his boxers a small sigh came from his throat, he was enjoying her attention. "Go on. So why do you think he made this call?" It took a few breaths before he continued; he liked his ass being fondled. "Ah, it must have been some sex because he's never told me before that anyone else has been the one, since my sister that is." Monica wanted to ask him more about his family but that was a conversation that could wait. "Anything else?" Her hand found its way around the front of his boxers to the place that had undoubtedly wanted her before but he had been strong enough to hold back his urges to satisfy her instead. She admired this in the man she was handling. John was not one to think of himself first. In her eyes that made him incredibly sexy and highly desirable. What she was feeling was hard and warm in her hand. She was holding what was going to be satisfying her in the near future. "Keep talking." "Monica, you don't have to do this." He took a few more breaths. "This night is for you." "Oh I know, and I want this, I want you." She began to push the boxers off his hips. He lifted his body allowed her to pull them all the way down and off. She then sat a little to pull the shirt over her head once again letting him take in the view of her ripe curves. "Now kiss me then tell me what else he said." "What is it you want to know?" She pulled him on top of her and let his knees take hold between her open legs, his hands either side of her shoulders. "Kiss me first." He lowered his head in the darkness and let his lips fall on hers. As their bodies combined she still couldn't imagine it was not all a dream, a fantasy she'd played out so many times before. It had been the reason for her sleeplessness. She had deeply desired his proximity and his physical affection for years but the onset of the difficult case must have been the catalyst for wanting those desires to be more complete. Throughout the case John has been steadfast, thoughtful, strong and above all protective of her and others. There was only so much she could take of his words, over time she had wanted more from him and her dreams had been guiding her to sate her powerful needs. Monica could see the end to her suffering. In this man's arms she would have wonderful nights of repose. It was only natural that the combination of the kissing and their hot naked bodies so close would lead to the ultimate in love making. As he pushed inside she felt the weight of the world fall from her shoulders and immediately knew he was the one for her day and night. The hum of the alarm clock was overpowered by their ragged breathing, as each body wanted the other to experience perfect bliss. Their kisses became deeper as their building desire increased to unpredicted heights. This was all too real, how could something as profound as her rugged yet caring partner making love to her not be so? It was the combination of the physical feel of their unclothed bodies in union together with the final realization that the practice was the most amazing she had ever experienced that finally let Monica shed her weeks of torment with one intense orgasm. "Oh darling." John felt it too. As he came he kept giving her kiss after kiss, which she accepted between joyful giggles. The warmth she felt in her body emanated to her soul. Sex was a miracle therapy for many a complaint but sex with John was a prescription beyond words. Much more than the energy he had on the field was put into the bedroom. She had only imagined and then she knew. Her smiling face lay back on the pillow looking up at his focussing eyes. In the dimness he could see the white of his teeth and knew he was pleased beyond language. "Thank you," she whispered and closed her eyes, simply letting John know she had been cured. He lay down beside her, enveloping her as though wanting to hold in all the good they had done that night. "Promise me Monica," his words were low and soft. "What?" She smiled contentedly in his arms. "You will come to me with any problems?" "Alright Dr. Doggett." She kissed his arm and then his chest and he held her closer. There was a long moment when he was thinking. "Tomorrow I want you to tell me about your friend Alice and her five year old daughter." So Carl did know about her friend being a single mom but still wanted to be with her, that was a good sign and, besides John and their wonderful union, one that clung onto her until morning. Monica must have had a smile on her face until morning light when she was to wake in John's arms but she couldn't be sure because she slept like a baby for the first time in a month. The End