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Threshold Events	By : abra Category: M through R > Monk Views: 8682 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Threshold Events
By Abra
Beta: Ann
Disclaimer: The characters and the show belong to USA Network. They were created by Andy Breckman. I don't owe them and I did not write this story for any kind of material gain.
Feedback: Yes, please.
Dedication:
To Ann, who had the patience and enthusiasm to help me write this. Thank you!
Threshold Events
Chapter 3

Natalie took one of the identical fluffy towels that were neatly folded in the cupboard under the sink, and dried herself briskly with it. She looked at the five identical brown bathrobes that were hanging side by side on the wall. She ran her fingers lovingly over them. He had come to her aid wearing just one of them. She chose one at random, hoping that it was the one he had worn that night, when he had saved her life.
She was strangely aroused by the feel of his bathrobe on her body. She walked to the bedroom in a daze, every movement rubbing the soft fabric against her skin.
"Mr. Monk?"
He stirred, and grumbled something unintelligible, but she wasn't discouraged by that.
"Mr. Monk, I need to ask you a favor. A big favor."
He turned on the lamp on his nightstand.
"You're wearing my bathrobe."
"Yes. I'll take it to the drycleaners first thing in the morning."
"Was that what you wanted? You're already wearing it, so… keep it."
He reached to turn off the light.
"No, that's not it."
She saw his hand hesitate near the switch. And then he did the strangest thing. He turned Trudy's picture face down.
Natalie held her breath, and unfastened the bathrobe. Predictably, he closed his eyes.
"Open your eyes, Mr. Monk," she asked softly.
He shook his head and shut his eyes even tighter.
"If you don't look at me, I'll have to touch you."
"Natalie!" he exclaimed.
She smiled, thrilled by his tone. It had only a hint of begging in the strange mixture of outrage, fear and command. And she could feel something else. Curiosity? Or desire…Should she dared to hope? His eyes were not closed anymore.
"Natalie, you're not thinking straight."
He was trying to be reasonable. She was in no mood for reasonable.
"Probably not," she admitted.
Her whole body tensed before she let the bathrobe fall to the floor.
He raised his arms protectively in front of his eyes. Natalie sighed deeply. She had expected this reaction. The delicious surprise was the almost imperceptible delay of his instinctive action. In the split second before he covered his eyes, his gaze had traveled over her exposed body. His legendary photographic memory would work in her favor.
She pulled away the covers, and he made no gesture to stop her. He kept his arms crossed over his face. That was fine by her for the moment. She was sure that he wasn't able to erase what he had just seen. Besides, she wasn't used to having such complete control of a sexual encounter, and she was grateful that he wouldn't see her awkwardness. It took all the intensity of her desire to make her climb into his bed.
She remained on her knees next to him, trying to control the storm of sensations that were sweeping through her. She had to put one knee on the other side of his body, but the insane fear that he would reject her froze her. She could hear nothing but the pounding of her heart.
But there was no turning back. She couldn't just leave, and pretend nothing had happened. In a moment of clarity, Natalie realized that she didn't want to leave or pretend nothing had changed between them. The fear dissipated back into desire. She sat astride him, so unbelievably close and yet not touching him.
She reached out and seized his wrists gently, careful to touch him only over the sleeves of his pajamas. She pulled them lightly away from his face only to feel his arms tense, resisting her.
"Please," she whispered.
"Why are you doing this, Natalie? What do you want?"
"I want you."
He relented. He kept his eyes close, but let her guide his hands.
"I promise I won't touch you any more than is absolutely necessary."
She wondered if it was her low, sexy tone, or her erratic, heavy breathing, or just the warm proximity of her body, but something was causing him to react. She could sense the movement beneath the fabric of his pants. She led his hands to the elastic band of his pajamas.
"Pull them down," she told him. "Or I will."
For a long moment, he remained motionless, his eyes burrowing into hers. She held his stare, half fascinated, half scared. Much to her surprise, he lost the contest dropping his gaze down. She could almost feel him take an indelible picture of her breasts before shutting his eyes. Natalie was about to ask him to open his eyes again when he lifted his hips and in a swift movement pulled the pants down to his knees and folded his arms up on his chest. She let out a small sigh when the back of his hands touched her inner thighs.
This was supposed to be the easy part, she thought, but how was she going to arouse this man who cringed at the merest touch. She didn't have to look to know he was not hard enough yet.
"I know I'm asking you a lot, but I really need this. Mr. Monk, please help me. I need you."
She took his wrists again, still not touching his skin. He took in a deep breath and followed her unspoken instructions. She brought his palms close to her breasts. It was Natalie's turn to close her eyes when he completed the motion with only the slightest hesitation. He had cupped her breasts with all the tenderness she had suspected he had as a lover. She was so amazed by the frankness of his touch that she feared he was having a dissociative episode.
Natalie felt that her heart was about to jump out of her chest right into his palm. For the first time that night, she felt just how lost she really was. He traced the underside of her left breast with his thumb.
"You have to calm down a little," he told her.
Natalie felt her heart pound through her flesh against his hand, while his other hand slid up along her neck. He caressed her jaw line with his fingers, and Natalie's head started spinning faster, and faster.
"Hey, what's the worst that could happen?" he went on in the same uncharacteristically patient tone.
She could barely hear him through the thick curtain of sensations wrapped around her brain.
"No, I'm asking you. What's the worst that could happen? Do you know?"
He had adopted his usual, hesitant, worried tone. And it did the trick. She smiled.
"Don't worry, Mr. Monk. I'm not gonna let anything bad happen to you."
She reached carefully between her legs and found him ready for her. She lowered her body gently, taking him in inch by inch. It felt absolutely amazing. It felt incredibly good, so strange, and yet so right
Once he was all the way inside her, Natalie began to move slowly up and down. She soon realized she was unable to create a steady rhythm. Her knees felt weak, unable to support her weight, and she was trembling. She had used all her resources to get this far, and now she was drained by the intensity of her emotions. As soon as she realized it, her movements became even more erratic.
"Oh, God, I'm sorry," she whispered.
Tears of frustration threatened to fill her eyes, when she felt his hands grip her hips, steadying her. He started to move beneath her, gently at first, but he soon sped up the pace. His tempo was, unsurprisingly, perfectly even. Natalie felt the warmth in her lower belly turn to incandescent pleasure and spread all through her. She was no longer able to maintain the upright position and put her hands on the bed, above his shoulders. When she did this, she lifted her lower body a little, thus giving him more space to move. He started to thrust harder and faster, until Natalie exploded inside.
"Oh, God, yeah!" She couldn't hold back the scream.
She was throbbing madly when she felt the hot eruption of his release, accompanied by a single, inarticulate groan.
She was still on the heights of the pleasure he had provided, and at the same time felt depleted of the energy necessary to walk away. She compromised, and let herself fall next to him in bed.
"Wow!" was all she could say in the afterglow of that unbelievable experience.
She was neither surprised, nor hurt when he got out of bed without a word. She waited to hear the shower before she left the bed.
to be continued...
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