Title: The Pleasure's All Mine
Author: Rev. Anna
Category: S
Rating: NC-17
Keywords: erotica, Doggett/Kim
Spoilers: minor for Avatar
Disclaimer: All of these characters belong to 1013
productions.  More's the pity.
Summary: Kim reaches out for comfort and receives it
Author's note: This is my response to the Harem's John
Doggett Man Whore Challenge.

Title: The Pleasure's All Mine
Author: Rev. Anna

The knock on the door startled Kim.  She had come back
to Hoover, concerned about the mess OPC had made of AD
Skinner's office earlier today.  She wasn't supposed
to be here and had hoped she had waited long enough to
enter undetected.  Quickly she brushed away the tears
that had formed and looked up.

"Ms. Cook?"

She took a deep breath and nodded, finally able to
look at the man looking at her.  She recognized the
owner of the soulful blue eyes immediately.  Special
Agent John Doggett.  New to the Bureau, he had only
been here six months and was already making a name for
himself.  

"AD Kersh has a prodigy he wants me to meet," AD
Skinner informed her.  "Show them in right away, will
you Kim?"

"Yes sir."

She pressed the intercom as soon as Kersh entered.

"They're here sir," she had said.

As usual, Kersh acted as if she were invisible.  He
walked straight to Skinner's door without so much as a
nod of acknowledgment.  Doggett however had come over
to her desk and extended his hand.

"John Doggett," he said, turning a pair of soulful
blue eyes on her that picked the lock of her heart. 
He held onto her hand and inclined his head, waiting.

"Kimberly Cook," she answered, hoping she didn't sound
as breathless as she felt.

"Nice to meet you Ms. Cook," he said.

"This way John," AD Kersh had brusquely said.  

Then about a month ago Agent Doggett came into AD
Skinner's office and as usual came directly to her
desk.

"AD Skinner isn't in, Agent Doggett," she had said,
trying to stay cool, calm and collected.  "Can I help
you?"

He smiled at her and handed her a gold foil business
card.
Over the raised digits of a phone number, its
elegantly embossed script lettering said,

"The pleasure's all mine."

She looked at him, confused.  

"I don't understand," she said.

"A special service I render to special people."

"But what is it?"

He just smiled.

"That's for you to decide.  When you know, give me a
call."

He turned to go but then looked at her one last time.

"Don't leave home without it."

Then he left.  

After that, she found herself fingering the little
card often, guiltily putting it away whenever anyone
came near if she had it out.  Anytime she saw Doggett
now, he smiled at her as if she were a long lost
friend or someone with whom he shared an inside joke. 
It made her feel comfortable and uncomfortable at the
same time, although she'd be hard pressed to explain
why or how.  

Now he was here, kneeling beside her, handing her some
fallen papers.

"You heard about AD Skinner?" she asked quietly.

Doggett nodded.  

"I'm glad you called," he said.

"Make it all go away," she said softly.

"The pleasure's all mine," he answered.

Kim didn't resist or act surprised as he took her in
his arms.  She just let him surround her, like the
soothing water of a warm bath.  

He helped her to her feet, placing a gentle kiss on
the side of her face.

Without a word she let him see her tears, let him lead
her to the elevator, let him drive her home, let him
open the door to her house, let him take her upstairs.

He laid her on the bed without a word.  She started to
say something but he placed a finger against her lips
and shook his head no.  She sighed and lay there
limply as he slowly, silently removed her clothing. 
She was mesmerized by the care he showed and trembled
as a tear slipped down her face. 

"Sit up," he said.

She obeyed.  

"Now turn your head and close your eyes," he
whispered.

Her breath caught in her throat as she felt something
soft placed against her eyes.  Her heart beat in
triplets as she realized he was blindfolding her. 
Frightened, she turned her face where she thought his
was and was greeted by a reassuring kiss.  He pulled
her hands into her lap and she felt something equally
soft was wrap around each wrist.  

He then gently placed her back down on the bed onto
her back.  She could feel his hands pulling her arms
above her head, immobilizing them somehow.  

Again she opened her mouth to speak but this time his
lips, warm and wet, silenced her words.  She moaned
against them, enjoying the buzz of her moan's
vibration as the frightening sensation of having her
arms restrained heightened the erotic stimulation of
the tongue now infiltrating her mouth.  

He turned her onto her face and she felt faint as his
lips blessed her shoulder blades, then her spine then
each butt cheek and finally the soles of her feet.

She moaned as his fingers took over and expertly
massaged her soles, her heels, her ankles, her calves,
her thighs, her hips, her waist.  Up and down,
squeezing and lifting, pushing and rubbing until there
wasn't an inch of her that wasn't relaxed.

She felt herself turned over onto her back and the
sensual massage continued.  Across her collarbone, her
chest, her upper arms, her forearms, her wrists, her
palms, down between her breasts, along her rib-cage,
across her stomach, down the tops of her thighs, her
knees, her shinbones, her metatarsals and finally each
toe.

She gasped, disappointed as the sensation made its way
back up her legs along her inner thighs but skirted
her crotch and continued back up her torso to her
arms.

She felt herself push up against him, noting somewhere
in the back of her mind that she was no longer feeling
the cloth of his suit but the flesh of his birthday
suit.  

When had that happened?

His firm fingers cupped her breasts as his mouth made
its way down her quivering abdomen. He placed her legs
over his shoulders, raising her up off the bed as he
rested between her legs.

Kim squealed and squirmed as his lips began a pattern
of tonguing and sucking and nibbling and blowing on
her vulva that threatened to overload every sense
organ she had.  A well lubricated pinky slid into her
anus and massaged it in slow ever widening circles
that had the muscle constricting rhythmically around
the finger teasing it. 

Her body arched upwards as orgasm slowly but steadily
crept up on her.  When it hit she saw a brilliant
fireworks display of hot whites, cool yellows and
wonderful oranges against the darkness of her
blindfold. 

Pulling against the restraints, pushing against his
tongue and pinky, Kim didn't recognize her own voice
as she screamed and cried, grateful to be totally
taken away from the nightmare that had become her life
in the last 24 hours. 

None of that mattered anymore.  This bed, these
sensations were all the life she knew right now and
all she needed to know.

Her body trembled as a chill wafted over her sweat
covered flesh.  

She felt the cotton of a warm washcloth pressing
firmly against her skin, wiping her down followed by
the softness of a bath towel drying her off.

Loving hands draped a sheet over her and a shift in
the mattress told her he was sitting beside her now.

Carefully he removed the blindfold and sat there
smiling at her, a wonderfully concerned gaze in his
eyes opening her heart to him once again.

"Thank you," she whispered tearfully.

"No thanks necessary," he said.  "The pleasure was all
mine."

End