Polish Sausage Sandwich redux Author: Scifinerdgrl Rating: NC-17 Category: post-episode (4-D) Spoilers: 4-D "I'm good. I'm good" she said through her tears. He was confused. He pulled away from her, set his polish sausage sandwich on a table, and put his hands on her shoulders. He looked at her, his intense blue eyes refracting the morning sunlight. "Tell me," he insisted. "What's wrong." She grinned. It was good to have him back. She put her hands up to his elbows, and then slid them along his muscular arms, winding around his shoulder blades, and stopping at his neck. She pulled him close to her a gain, and he let her. She sighed deeply. "I lost you. And now you're back." She hugged him warmly then let him go. "When did you lose me?" he asked, still confused. She grabbed one of his hands and led him to her sofa. They sat down, facing each other, each with one bent leg on the sofa, their knees almost touching. When she'd finished her story of how a rip between parallel universes had left her other self dead and his other self paralyzed, she started to cry. "And then," she croaked. "Then I killed the switch. And you." She looked into his eyes and despite his skepticism, he sympathized with the situation she seemed to believe was true. He ran a hand up and down her forearm. "I'm still here." He said cheerfully. "You didn't lose me." He paused as she swallowed away the lump in her throat. "I'm not going anywhere," he added, his voice softening. She smiled. "I'm glad," she said simply. She put her hand over his, and they laced their fingers together. "I don't know what I would do without you." He suddenly saw in her face the feelings he'd been denying in his own heart She was in love with him. With his free hand, he stroked her hair. "That other John Doggett didn't want to go through life without you, either. I'm sure of it." They smiled at each other for a few seconds, then as if some force of gravity were compelling them, their heads drew closer together and they kissed. Their kiss started gently, tentatively, and quickly grew passionate as each gave in to the feelings they'd been suppressing. John broke off from her lips, and traced light kisses along her jawline toward her ear, and then down the side of her neck. She exhaled deeply, and he could feel her body relaxing, becoming almost fluid. He pushed her back gently, and she rearranged her legs to let him climb on top of her. He fluttered light kisses toward the hollow at the front of her neck, and he could feel the vibrations from her vocal chords as she groaned with pleasure. He brought his face back up to look at hers, and she beamed at him. He smiled back and went back to kissing her ever-moistening lips. It was her turn to break off their kiss, and she traced the same path that he had, lingering for a time just behind his ear. Her hands moved up and down his back several times before settling on top of his belt. She slipped her thumbs under his waistband and gently moved her hands back and forth. She could feel the effect this had on him, as his manhood grew against the top of her thigh. She moved her thigh back and forth a few times and felt him press into it further. Finally he groaned and took her head into his hands. "You're driving me crazy, Monica," he said, his voice gravelly with desire. She grinned impishly. "You ain't seen nothing yet, John Doggett!" She moved her hands to the front of his pants and fumbled for the belt buckle. He raised up a few inches and helped her with it, keeping his eyes on hers the entire time. Together they managed to get his pants unzipped, and started pulling them down. When they'd gone as far as they could without moving, he took his hand away from his own pants and started tracing a path upwards along hers. She sighed an almost musical sigh, as he slid his hand gently over her crotch, then upwards under her white T-shirt, finally coming to rest on a breast. A sharp intake of breath told him she wanted this, and he started massaging her nipple through the fabric of her bra. She arched her back slightly, and his hand fell to the elastic band at the base of her bra. He slipped his hand under it and went back to her quickly stiffening nipple. She raised her arms over her head, inviting him to explore her further. He pulled her T-shirt upwards, and when it was over her face he surprised her by kissing her gently over her heart. After that, they finished undressing and were naked together within a minute. Doggett lay back down on top of her, and both luxuriated in the feel of the other's body. They continued kissing and gently teasing each other with subtle movements of their bodies. Suddenly he raised himself up on his elbows and put his hands on either side of her face. "You're sure you want this? You won't have any regrets?" he asked sincerely. "Now you ask!" she laughed. "We can stop here. Just say the word." he answered, still serious. She said nothing, but her eyes were shining as if lit up by starlight, and he knew the answer to his question. She grabbed his head and pulled it to her, kissing him passionately. His hands slid down to her breasts and cupped them gently. He kissed each one, then took one nipple into his mouth and teased it with his tongue. She arched her back and writhed as he swirled his tongue around her erect nipple and slid his hand up, down, and around her girlish breast. After a few minutes he moved his hand inward as if to tease the other breast, then detoured down the shallow valley that ran from her breast down her belly. It paused at her navel, circling it once with a feathery touch, then continued its path to her pubic hair. He couldn't help raising himself up to watch his hand play with the tender curls. She watched him watching her and felt the moisture between her legs grow into a torrential current. A gutteral sigh told him that she wanted him to go further. He flattened his hand and snaked it across her pubic mound, the tip of his middle finger finding her moisture first. He paused, circling the finger over the edges of her labia, enjoying the feel of her hair in his palm. He picked up his hand and heard her groan in disappointment. He put his finger to his nose and inhaled deeply. "You smell wonderful, Monica" he said. Before she could answer, he went back to her wellspring and dipped his finger into the source of her musky oils. Instinctively, she opened her legs for him. He put his middle finger inside her, and he stirred it around, delighting in the silky feel of this most delicate part of her body. He was delighted by her wetness, delighted that her desire for him was so strong. He added his ring finger, the two fingers together probing deeply, then pulling all the way out and around the sides of her clitoris. His fingers were meaty, with bumps and ridges that made every part of each stroke thrill her in slightly different ways. Her breath was becoming ragged, and her eyes were rolling up into the back of their sockets. He wasn't sure how much more she could take, but he wasn't finished exploring. He added his index finger to the others, spreading her wide and rubbing more quickly against her inner core. She started groaning and threw her head back. He smiled and decided to be a gentleman. Leaving his fingers inside her, he snaked down her belly with brief light kisses, finally kissing the topmost hairs of her pubic area. She groaned and seemed almost to be on another plane. With his other hand he took her clitoris between his thumb and forefinger, rubbing it from side to side as he continued stroking her with the other hand. Her groans turned into moans and he knew she was enjoying his "handiwork." With both hands working in perfect coordination, he speeded up gradually, until she was thrashing under him, her hands gripping the sofa and her hair flying over her face in wispy patterns. When he thought she might be near the edge, he leaned in and put his tongue on the tip of her clitoris. His tongue rode the waves as her hips rose and fell with each stroke, until finally, her entire body shuddered and she let out a long, low, gutteral moan that seemed to go on for hours. Her vagina clamped down on his fingers, squeezing them even as she continued encouraging them to stroke her, gradually slowing down and stopping with a final shudder. He waited for a moment as he watched her recover. Finally, when she opened her eyes and smiled down at him, he pulled out his fingers and smiled back at her. "How are you feeling?" he asked. She half-hummed, half-moaned a reply, and reached for his head. She grabbed his hair and he let her pull his head to hers, and his lips to hers. "Thank you," she whispered, then kissed him tenderly. "That was wonderful." "There's more where that came from. Just say when." He kissed her before she had a chance to reply, and she pulled away. "Give me a minute, first. Okay?" she whispered. He nodded, leaned his back against the back of the sofa, and put his head down next to hers. He nuzzled her hair. "Just say when." She reached around and stroked his cheek. "It won't be long, I promise." She stroked his cheek, hair, and chest absently as she felt her strength returning. As she started to regain her composure, she remembered the many men who wouldn't have done that for her, and she felt a sudden surge of renewed desire for him. She decided she wouldn't let his hard work go unrewarded. She stood up and looked down on his relaxed yet intense eyes. "When," she said. He smiled and started to sit up, but she grabbed his hand and pulled him forward to where she'd just been. He could feel the wet spot left by her gushing femininity, and his manhood stood erect in anticipation. She smiled as she tried to decide what to do next. His penis was nearly dancing, as he breathed deeply, and she looked from it to his eyes, which were becoming more and more intense. She got on top of him, straddling him mid-thigh, then leaned forward to kiss his neck, then to tease each nipple. She traced light kisses down his belly, her hands moving down his sides. He jumped suddenly in her hands, as she found a ticklish spot. He laughed nervously; she laughed mischievously. "I'm going to have to remember that spot," she said. He had a brief moment of terror as he imagined her doing something embarrassing at work, but then realized he trusted her. As he relaxed in the comfort of that trust, his body became more attuned to her touch. Yes, he thought, he did trust her. More than any woman he'd ever known. Finally she was there. Her mouth hovered for an instant over the tip of his cock, and he could feel her warm breath on the pre-cum oozing out of it. She put out her tongue and lapped it up, dipping gently into the tiny opening and swirling her tongue outward from the center in a slow, methodical spiral. He pressed his body into the sofa and let out a low moan. She put one hand up to his chest and moved her palm around in a similar swirl. She let that hand languidly roll over the muscles of his chest, stomach and abdomen, finally coming to rest just above his pubic hair. At the same time, she let the backs of the fingernails of her other hand trace a line up the inside of his thigh, finally coming to rest just under his balls. The two hands started to come toward his shaft slowly, so slowly that Doggett felt he might explode. The two hands met at the base of the shaft, as her tongue continued to trace circles over its head. She lifed her head briefly, and blew gently on the wet head. He groaned and raised his hips up to meet her mouth. "More?" she said impishly. "Hmmmmmmm" was all he could reply. She let one hand cup his balls as she took the thick shaft into her mouth, all the time keeping her tongue on the slight ridge that ran down the underside. Her spare hand stroked the lower part of his ridge in slow smooth strokes. After a minute he suddenly grabbed her hair and pulled her head away. "I can't take any more" he said huskily. "I wanna be in you." She stood up and asked,. "Are you saying "when?" He nodded and in a husky voice said, "When." She straddled him as he helped guide her onto his shaft. She was surprised at its thickness, and grateful for the three-finger treatment earlier. She rested for a moment, and they looked at each other expectantly. Finally, she leaned forward, her hands next to his chest, his hands on her hip, and she started raising and lowering herself slowly, so slowly he knew he was being teased. He started raising and lowering his hips to her rhythm, and just as she started speeding up, he started slowing down. She laughed. "So which is it? Fast or slow?" "Do you like Doggie style?" he asked. "It's my specialty." "Woof," she answered and pulled herself off of him. He was on his feet in an instant. He stood behind her, his erect cock pressed to her lower back. He wrapped his arms around her waist and nuzzled the crook of her neck. "Just say "when" he murmured. "Mmmmmm... When," she answered breathlessly. She bent over and grabbed the back of the sofa for support. He put one hand against the small of her back and guided her to just the right angle. Then he opened her with his other hand and entered her slowly. He started pumping slowly, and she felt her already stimulated nerves tingle with excitement. As his pace quickened, she felt her consciousness drain away from her, and suddenly she shuddered with her second mind-blowing climax of the morning. He pulled her closer to him as she continued to come, and his own climax followed almost immediately. They fell in a heap onto the sofa, both of them more spent than either had been in many years. They slowly climbed over and around each other until they were spooning, Monica's back to his belly, his arms around her. He whispered into her ear, "That was incredible." She whispered back, her hands and arms wrapping cozily around his, "Yes, it was." She sighed then turned her head backwards. He leaned forward and brushed her lips with his. She whispered, "That was the best polish sausage I've ever had." He smiled and said, "Best in the city."