Title: Underneath Your Clothes

By: Megs
hobbit_kisser@hotmail.com


Rating: NC-17

Category: DRR humor, Doggett POV

Summary: A fever causes John to have a little fantasy/nightmare about Mon 
while dozing in the office one morning.

Archive: uh huh.

Feedback: hobbit_kisser@hotmail.com

Author's Note: Thanks to Shakira for the title.

Recommended Listening: Underneath Your Clothes by Shakira (it's really a 
good song)
***
You're a song
Written by
The hands of God
Don't get me wrong
This might sound
To you a bit odd
But you're the place
Where all my thoughts
Go hiding
Right under your clothes
Is where I'll find them


Underneath your clothes
There's an endless story
There's the man I chose
There's my territory
And of all the things
I deserve
For being such
A good girl honey

Because of you
I forgot the
Smart ways to rhyme
Because of you
I'm running out of
Reasons to cry
When the friends are gone
When the party's over
We'll still belong
To each other

Underneath your clothes
There's an endless story
There's the man I chose
There's my territory
And of all the things
I deserve
For being such
A good girl honey
***
I knew I was fevering.

I knew it when I woke up this morning in a cold sweat after having some 
weird dream about paper.

I didn't feel too well. I was so tired...

Monica was late today. If I just laid my head down I could just take a nice 
little nap...

Using my arms as a pillow, I laid my head down on them and closed my eyes.

There. Ahhh...this was comfortable.
***
I was working in the office late one night. My way-ward partner wasn't 
there, I was alone. I wanted to go home.

I heard a knock on the door.

"Come in." I called.
I didn't look up.

I heard the door creak open.
"John?"

The voice sounded like Monica's, but it was low and hoarse and sexy.

"Monica is that y-"
I looked up and saw Monica standing there with a black suit jacket on, a 
black tie, and a black bra and thong. She had hand cuffs dangling from her 
finger, which she held up.

Her legs were spread apart, her eyes focused hungrily on me, and a sexy, 
evil grin was proliferated across her face.

"Monica, what are you doing?"
"You look tired John."

She walked up behind me, her spiked high heels making a clicking nose on the 
floor.

"Let me relieve some of that tension for you."
I felt her slender fingers slip under my collar, under my tie, and reach 
down and loosen it. She pulled it over my head.

Then her hands moved down my shirt, massaging my chest.

"Ooh, John," she whispered. "I never realized how muscular you are."
Her fingers adeptly unbuttoned the top five buttons of my shirt.

I wanted to tell her no, but her hands massaging my neck...God, it just felt 
so good.

"Ohh, right there." It accidentally slipped out of my mouth.
She continued to work that spot.

"You like that? Huh? You like that, right there?"

Her hands moved up my face and started massaging my temples.

"Oh Monica...that feels so good..."
"Right there?"
"Yeah."
She caught me by surprise.

She turned to me and snapped a hand cuff on my right hand and the other cuff 
on the chair. Then she sat on my lap.

"Monica...what are you doing?"
She trailed her slender fingers down the side of my face.

"Your mouth says no but..." she looked down at my growing erection. "Well, 
other parts of you say fuck yeah."

That was when she kissed me.

It was kind of an awkward one at first, but then our mouths opened to each 
other and greeted the other with tongue.

She pulled her head back and looked at me. Then she unbuttoned my shirt the 
rest of the way and pulled it off.

Then her fingers undid my belt and pulled off my pants a moment later, and 
off went her tie.

Then her jacket.

"I know you like undressing your women, John," she said, bringing her hands 
up to un-clasp her bra. "But right now, you're in no condition to move. You 
just sit, and relax. Let me be your fantasy."

When her bra was undone, she turned so that her back was to me, revealing 
her perfectly toned ass to me. I wanted to reach out and pull her thong off 
for her, but she pulled it off and kicked it aside.

Then she turned to me.

God she was beautiful.

She had a beautiful, athletic, tan body. Her legs went on forever.

"Do I look like you expected?" she asked.

I couldn't talk. All I could do is gawk.

Her hands slipped under the waste band of my boxers and pulled them off.

"Let's do this thing." She said seductively.

Then she sat on my lap, only this time I entered her. For the very first 
time.

She felt amazing sitting there.

She began to thrust her hips, and whisper, "Oh yeah, John. Ohhh..."

I could do nothing but sit there and moan.

Her fingers came up to my mouth and she slipped them in. I sucked them, she 
moved them in and out.

She pulled them out and pulled my mouth open, then leaned down and stuck her 
tongue in my mouth.

She continued to thrust my organ into her as we kissed long and 
passionately, until we both came, our juices flowing together.

She collapsed on me and a few minutes later, still breathless, she stood and 
redressed-if you could call that dressed.

"Alright," I said. "You can unlock me now."

Then she picked up all my clothes, whispered, "Bye John", blew me a kiss, 
and left.

"Monica!" I yelled. "MONICA!!!"

Then, the door knob turned.

'Whew,' I thought. 'She was just playing around.'

"AGENT DOGGETT?!?"
"Sir!" I couldn't believe AD Skinner was standing right there. "Sir I can 
explain!"

His voice changed to the voice of a female. "John...John...JOHN!"
***
I opened my eyes.

I found myself staring into the brown eyes of Monica Reyes, with the biggest 
hard on I had ever had.

She glanced down at it and looked at me, an amused look on her face.

Shit.

"Dreaming?" she asked.
"It was more of a nightmare."
She walked over to her desk.

"Didn't look like that to me. Anyways...sorry I'm late, there was a traffic 
jam and my cell phone wasn't working-you don't look too good..."

She placed a hand on my forehead. It was cool.

"Jesus, John!" she said, removing her hand. "You could fry on omelet on your 
forehead! You better go home...or get to a doctor...John, stop looking at me 
like that."

"Monica...promise me you'll never hand cuff me to the desk."

She looked at me for a moment before nodding slowly. "Okay John...I 
promise...but you should still get to a doctor or something."

"No I'm good."

I couldn't help but smile.

Now I knew what Monica looked like underneath her clothes.
***