chapter 19


As it turned out, Tor went to bed straight after her drink, using the 
bathroom noisily, singing some loud chart-tune as she brushed her 
teeth and flushed.
She wandered back into the lounge in her over-sized Redskins tee 
shirt trailing Doggett's pants from one hand, a book in the other.
"Here," she said, throwing them at him. "Put some clothes back on, 
man. God knows what damage you're doin' to my impressionable mind, 
sitting there like that."

Doggett caught the pants and began to fold them neatly. 
"Impressionable, my a...." He paused, aware of what he was about to 
say.
Scully laughed. "I think she's seen enough of that, tonight."
"I was gonna say `armpit'."
"Yeah, right." Tor walked behind the sofa, pausing lean over the 
edge.  "I'll see you children in the morning."
"See you. And I'll give you a shout when you need to make a move." 
Scully waved a hand. "You get to sleep in." 
Tor grinned. "Fine by me. But don't you two kids stay up too late, 
y'hear? You could do with an early night..." She tugged on Doggett's 
hair.
"Hey!"

Scampering off, Tor laughed, slamming her bedroom door on the way.
"Damn kid," Doggett muttered, rubbing his head.
Scully reached up to pat his hand. "There, there. Didn't hurt that 
much."
He gave her one of his lop-sided grins. "Might have."
"Baby."

They looked at each other for what felt like ages.
Scully smiled, her mind already racing ahead the next couple of 
stages. To the naked bit.
Doggett smiled back, she wondered if he was aware of what she was 
thinking. And if he was thinking the same.
"So..." he said, stretching both hands out in front of him. "What 
d'you wanna do? Glass of wine, or..." His voice trailed off.  "What?" 
Scully looked at those long fingers and felt her stomach turn over in 
a lazy flip.
"How about... A glass of wine *and* `what'?"
Arching his eyebrow, he grinned. "Sounds good to me. I'll get the 
wine, you lock up."
He stood up in one smooth movement and held his hand out to her. 
Scully slipped her hand into his and felt herself being pulled up to 
stand incredibly close to his chest.

"Hi," she said, looking up into his eyes.
"Hi."
Up close the intensity was incredible. The vivid blue pinned her like 
a bug on a wall, slicing through her insides.  She peered closer. 
"You have a fleck in that one," she said, pointing.
"Uh-huh. It's a mole."
"It's nice. Distinctive." She leaned closer.
"You think?"  He leaned in too.
"Oh, yeah." 

Staring at his mouth as it made the last little move forward, she let 
her eyes slide shut as he touched  her. Warm.
The kiss was warm and soft. Her mouth submitted and opened up under 
the gentle pressure, his tongue dancing briefly over her lips.  He 
moved away,  much too soon for her liking.
Scully opened her eyes accusingly.

"Not here," he whispered, his gaze flicking to Tor's door.
"You're right," she agreed, clearing her throat. "Let's go."
Allowing herself the brief pleasure of watching his butt as he moved 
to get two glasses and the half-finished bottle of wine, Scully 
hurried to lock up both outside doors and check all the windows.
By the time she was done, he was standing at the bedroom door, legs 
bare, looking reckless, rakish and ravishing. Never mind stretched-
out, the bare-legs look suited him, too.
Scully moved to stand with him, smiling in anticipation.
"After you, madame," he rumbled in a deep, sexy voice.
"Why thank you," she replied, doing a little curtsy, making him 
chuckle.
She entered the room and stopped. 

There were candles everywhere. On the dresser, the window sill, the 
bedside cabinets.
Big ones small ones, scented ones, by the smell that hit her.
"Oh!" She stared, astounded.
"This okay?" he asked from behind.
"Oh, John... It's beautiful." The light flickered gently, giving the 
room a warm glow.
His hands settled on her shoulders. "I though candles would be better 
than the ceiling light." 
He put his face close to hers and whispered. "I want to see you."
Shuddering slightly at his words, Scully leaned back to rest against 
his chest.

"Okay," she whispered. The way she felt right now, she'd agree to 
just about anything this man suggested.
That thought excited her.
Would he be a passive lover, or would he take control and do all 
sorts of things to her?
His hands squeezed her shoulders and she reached up to touch them.
She really didn't care. As long as it involved the two of them naked 
and exchanging bodily fluids.  And that thought reckless and wanton, 
pushed her buttons so hard her legs trembled.

The feel of Doggett standing solidly behind her, running his hands 
lightly up and down her shoulders was driving her crazy.  The smell 
of his cologne, the warmth of his body, even through clothes, all 
these things and more, were heightening  her senses to almost painful 
extremes. 
His hands brushed her neck.
She needed...
Turning in his arms, she faced him, pulling him further into the 
glowing room. The light was kind to his face, bathing it softly. He 
kicked the door shut behind him and smiled down at her.
"Hi," she said again, smiling.
"Hi, yourself."

She slid her arms up his, feeling those hard biceps, his smooth skin. 
Up over the sleeves of his shirt and around his neck.
"So.. Agent Doggett." she said, arching her neck as his fingers ran 
through her hair at the back of her head. 
"Are you going to stand there...  Or are you going to kiss me?"
He grinned and lowered his head. "That would be my pleasure, Agent 
Scully," he rumbled, his lips still moving as he touched them to hers.

Scully allowed herself to fold into the kiss. She opened her mouth 
and welcomed him inside, her tongue meeting his with enthusiasm. 
Tasting wine and aftershave, she gave herself over to the pleasure of 
revelling in the sensations.
And at last, when they parted, panting slightly, she looked him 
straight in the eyes. 

"We really shouldn't be doing this," she said, smiling softly.
"Probably not," he replied. "But it sure feels good." He kissed her 
softly on the corner of her mouth. He slid his cheek to hers.
"You know... If you want, we can stop now, before we go any further," 
he whispered, his gentle words and breath in her ear, goosing up her 
skin.
Scully shivered, both touched and surprised by his offer.
"No. I don't think we can," she said, surprising herself. 
The way she was feeling now, nothing short of an armed SWAT team 
would stop her from `going any further' with him.

She perched on tip-toe and took his mouth firmly, angling his head to 
one side and pulling it down to get better purchase, letting him know 
exactly how she felt about stopping. 
He groaned into her mouth, or was it a growl?
That made her smile in the kiss, breaking contact.
"What?" he asked, looking at her.
She shook her head. "Nothing. Just my sense of the ridiculous."
"Gee, thanks," he said, glancing down.
Scully laughed. "I didn't mean that." Her eyes followed his. The hem 
of his shirt was not quite in the same smooth line as before. Her 
eyebrow arched. 
Interesting...

"What then?"
She tore her eyes away reached up to stroke his cheek. Perfectly 
smooth. She smiled.
"*Undercover*..." She shook her head. "I won't ever hear that word 
without smiling."
A low chuckle rumbled out of his chest. 
"Tell me about it."
He had that funny crooked grin on again.
Scully decided she liked it.

She slid her hands down to his, and pushed him backwards, towards the 
bed.
Bumping his knees against the mattress, he plopped down. 
Scully stood in front of him, contemplating. She didn't know if she 
wanted to be `the boss' or not.  The idea of dictating the order of 
events had a charm all of its own, but there was something to be said 
for being `taken' by a man and letting him pound you into the 
mattress.
Decisions, decisions.

"What're you thinking?" He smiled. "And should I be worried?"
Scully nudged his knees. "You'll find out, soon enough... And yes, 
more than likely, you should." She bumped his knees again. 
"Open."
He held her eyes as he slowly parted his knees, allowing her to step 
forward between them.
"That better?" he asked, his voice low and rough.
"Uh-huh." 

It certainly was. Scully moved closer, feeling the heat from his bare 
thighs burning hers. She was very glad she hadn't bothered with 
tights or stockings.
She gazed down at him. This was interesting... 
He was sitting calmly enough, his hands resting on his legs, but 
there was a hint of something in his eyes that suggested 
vulnerability. Something in the upturned eyebrows that betrayed a 
quiet nervousness.
Was he edgy because they were about to do something outrageous and 
exciting? Or was it because he was sitting with his legs spread wide, 
with her standing between them and he didn't feel entirely secure?

Scully grinned. *that* was an empowering thought. And a pretty horny 
one, too.
She inched closer, watching his face, upturned and open, silently 
allowing her anything.  She put her hand to it and ran her palm over 
his cheek, moving her fingers up into his hair.
He closed his eyes and leaned into the caress.

Scully bent her head and pressed gentle kisses across his forehead, 
down onto his eyelids, along his aquiline nose and then, suddenly 
sliding her hand to the back of his short hair, grabbed a handful and 
yanked his head back,  clamping her mouth over his.
A grunt of surprise escaped him and she watched those beautiful eyes 
fly open as she preceded to  give him the hardest, most fierce kiss 
she could. All tongues, teeth and spit. 
It was wet, messy and very, very arousing.

Doggett's hands came up to her waist then slid down to cup her ass as 
the kiss deepened. His fingers kneaded and squeezed, working the 
muscles under the skin. She pushed against him, urging him on.
He obliged, cupping his hands deep under her ass, almost lifting her 
off her feet.

Gasping, she bit her way out of the kiss, dragging his bottom lip as 
she pulled away.
Breathing hard, she looked down to see his reaction.
"Damn, woman... he whispered roughly, his mouth open and wet, his 
eyes glazed.
She liked that look on him, too.
"Like that?"
"Uh-huh." He nodded, slowly, his hands still resting on her butt. He 
pulled her forward suddenly,  bringing his face bumping between her 
breasts.
Scully smiled, pulling on his ears to get him closer. He nuzzled, 
tucking his face right in, moving back and forth, that low growl 
putting in another appearance.

His hands moved up and over her hips, around her waist and to her 
excitement, began to tug her blouse out of her skirt. She breathed 
sharply as his skin touched hers.
Warm.
His wands were warm, thank God. She exhaled in satisfaction as they 
trickled slowly over her belly, rising to brush the underside of her 
breasts.
Her breath stuttered again as he stroked her with his thumbs.
"God..." The word slipped out when he grazed a nipple.
She looked down, just as he looked up.
Nodding, more to herself than him, Scully's trembling hands came to 
the front of her blouse, fumbling with the buttons. She wanted it 
off. Wanted to feel his hands and mouth on her skin. 
Even gossamer silk was too much of a barrier.

"Here, let me.." he whispered, pulling his hands out to move hers 
away.
He undid the tiny fastenings, never hesitating, never fumbling, never 
taking his eyes from hers. 
If he was as good at everything else... Scully swallowed, her body 
flushing.

The expensive blouse slid from her shoulders and crumpled at their 
feet. She ignored it. 
"This too," she whispered, nodding down at her chest. "I want to feel 
you," she added, in a voice scarcely more than a croak.
Doggett smiled. "You will."

His words brought that flush up to a full-blown wave of sexual heat 
that pounded in her groin and made her toes curl on the carpet.
A small stroke to the centre of her spine and her flesh-coloured 
Victoria's Secret fell to its death to join her blouse on the floor.
A pile of dead silk.
Doggett sighed, staring at her liberated breasts. 
Uncharacteristically, she made no move to cover herself.
"My God.." he breathed, sitting motionless, with wide eyes.

Scully put her hand to his cheek. 
"Touch me," she told him, anxious for more contact.
This time when he sighed, she felt his warm breath on her skin. His 
head dipped to kiss her sternum, the feel of his face touching both 
sides of her breasts catching her own breath in her throat.
"Yes..." she breathed. 
He kissed her chest, then turning his head, kissed either breast.
One hand held the shoulder of his shirt in a vice-like grip, while 
the other roamed over his head, touching everywhere, ears, neck, 
messing up his short hair and kneading his shoulders.
The heat was building in her belly, spreading down to add to the 
burning in her groin. The panicked beat of her heart was pulsing 
inside her clit, to an almost painful level. 

Her whine took her by surprise when his mouth found a nipple.
She clutched his head with both hands as he suckled, taking little 
nips, grazing her with his teeth.
Pushing his head, she encouraged his attentions over at the other 
side, hissing through her teeth as she watched  her nipple fall from 
his mouth, erect and puckered.
His mouth left her breast cold and wet when it moved to its companion.

He bit down again, making her whine for the second time, then soothed 
her with gentle strokes of his tongue, his hands coming up to gently 
knead both breasts.
The pounding in her crotch was becoming intolerable.
Pushing his head away, her sensitive flesh stretched, then fell from 
his mouth with a small `plop'.
He looked up.
"You okay?"
She nodded, swallowing. Okay, but could be better. She plucked at his 
shirt.
"Off," she told him, breathless.

Pulling at his collar, she really did try to avoid choking him in her 
haste to get to his body. Not altogether successfully.
"Hey..." He struggled to free his arms. "Hang on..."
The shirt was ripped from him, thrown carelessly behind her.

Taking a long look at the expanse of flesh in front of her, Scully 
smiled and put both hands to Doggett's warm shoulders and pushed hard.



chapter 20.


By the time he'd bounced twice, surprise written all over his face, 
Scully had scrambled up on to the bed and now knelt astride his hips, 
feeling triumphant, wicked and very, very horny.
Doggett gazed up at her, arms lying out either side of him, 
surrendered and edible. He smiled up at her, that crooked grin that 
she liked. 
"That was..." He nodded. "Unexpected."
"You know what they say, Agent Doggett. Expect the unexpected."  
Bending down, she felt her breasts swing as she kissed him again, 
poking her tongue between his lips before he could reply.
Taking his chin in her hand, she held his head still as she plundered 
him over and over, relishing the feel of him groaning into her mouth.

Pausing to breath, she sat back.
Under her bottom, she could feel his erection poking into her.
He was hard.
Very hard.
She knew damned well that if she rested her crotch on him and moved 
even just a little, she was going to come like a teenager. She lifted 
herself slightly, wiping moisture from her mouth with the back of her 
hand.
She didn't want that. Not yet. 
There was still a long list of things she wanted to do to Special 
Agent John Doggett.

"Stay there," she said firmly, shifting off him.
"Yes, ma'am," he grinned, opening his hands, palms upward. "I'm 
stayin' right here."
Scully scooted off the bed and unzipped her skirt, shoving it down in 
one quick push.
She glanced up as she kicked it away.
He was watching, his head raised slightly.
She grinned and hooked her thumbs in the tops of her panties.
Matching panties. How fortunate. Worth the frantic search as she was 
packing. 
Never thought for a moment she'd be stripping them off, watched by a 
wide-eyed John Doggett.

"Yes?" she asked, looking at him, eyebrow raised.
He nodded, his tongue darting out to moisten his lips.
Slowly, she pulled her underwear down, over her hips, pausing for 
dramatic effect at her pubic line, glancing at her audience to make 
sure he was paying attention.
Oh yeah... He was paying attention, alright.
At both ends.
Eyes wide, mouth ajar and his shorts tented up,

With a smile and a wiggle of her hips, she shimmied out of her 
panties and stepped away, leaving them in her wake.
"That's better," she said, approaching the bed. She could feel the 
air in the bedroom cooling the heat between her legs. Cooling her and 
knocking down the need to come, just a little. 
Doggett stared at her, words apparently out of reach. Scully nodded 
and began to climb back on the bed.

She got as far as her hands and knees beside him and then he came 
back to life, turning suddenly and taking her down by the shoulders, 
pushing her into the same position as he was, moments   before.
"Whoa!"
"Got a problem, Agent Scully?"  He breathed, his face close to hers.
She laughed, holding his biceps, enjoying the way they bulged out, 
holding his weight off her.
"Not at all, Agent Doggett. I was wondering how long it would take 
you wake up."

"What?!" He pulled back, his face indignant. "You'd better watch out, 
woman. I'm *wide* awake."
"Yeah?" She arched her back, feeling her body touching several points 
on his. "Care to prove it?"
She could feel the rumbling complaint deep in her chest as he pressed 
his body down, his weight pushing her into the bed in a delicious way.
"I'll give you proof, alright." 

He bent and kissed her, much the same way as he'd been kissed. Wet, 
deep and thoroughly.
The heat from his body was delicious, he felt so much warmer than 
her, so much harder.
Squirming and unable to help herself, Scully giggled, pinned down 
underneath him. 
He was right, she could feel he was wide awake. Wide awake and eager 
to join in the fun, by the feel of what was poking her in the leg.
Then he concentrated on her neck, biting and licking, ignoring her 
weak protests that it tickled.
It tickled a lot.  
And unfortunately, tickling and making love were miles apart in her 
book.

She wriggled her leg between his and raised it just high enough to 
make him keep very still.
"Hey..." she whispered in a motionless ear. "That tickles."
His head came up. 
"Yeah?"
"Uh-huh."
"And you're tellin' me this because...?"
"I'm telling you this because if you don't quit it, I'm going to lose 
all interest in the proceedings. Okay?"
He grinned. "Really? It's that bad?"
She used her shoulder to wipe at her neck. "Yes, it's that bad."
"Oh. Okay." He rested on one hand and rubbed the wetness for her.
"Thank you."
"No problem." He put the hand down and regarded her 
thoughtfully. "You never said you were ticklish, too."
She shrugged. "I like to keep it quiet."
His eyebrows went up. "I'll bet."

Reaching up to run a finger down his nose, she noted the sloping 
scar. She must remember to ask him about that, later. But not now. 
She smiled. "Now... Where did we get to?"
"Oh, yes."
She took the back of his head and guided him back down to a kiss.
He was good. No doubt about it. She'd never have thought that behind 
that ice-blue exterior lay a man capable of kissing quite like this. 
Using all of his mouth, his teeth and a firm but gentle tongue. It 
made her crotch cramp up with excitement.
She idly wondered if he would be as good with that mouth in other 
ways. 

His head came up, kissing along her chin, then pausing.
"You think I should give the neck area a miss, then?"
She nodded. "I think so. For now." She felt a grin creep out.  "But 
I'm sure you can find plenty of other things to do."
"Oh, I'm pretty sure I can," he replied, running his hands down her 
body all the way to a hip and back again.
Scully shivered. 
"You cold, sweetheart?"
She shook her head, struck dumb by the endearment.      
"Good." He put his head down to the middle of her chest and kissed 
her. "Cos I want you to enjoy this."

Scully shivered again, as he began to kiss her across her breasts, 
from one side to the other, trailing his tongue between little kisses.
She brought her hand up to touch his head, but he took her wrist, 
pinning her hand to the bed.
"Ah-ah. Just relax. Lie back and enjoy it."
She disobeyed, bringing her other hand up to play with an ear.
Doggett looked at her sternly. "Do I have to hold you down to get you 
to do as you're told?"
Scully smiled. "Maybe."  

Now there was a horny thought.  Pinned down and helpless.
She mentally added another fantasy to her list of fun things to do 
with John Doggett. 
"Maybe next time," he growled, suckling the skin on her side, 
playfully biting.   "Just do as you're told, tonight."
She jerked her hips up to get his attention.
He looked. "*Please*," he added, sighing.
She tried not to look smug.  "Yes, sir."

He exacted revenge by ducking down and taking a mouthful of skin and 
sucking hard.
"Hey!" She glanced down. "I hope you're not leaving marks."
"That bother you?"
"Maybe." She smiled. "Maybe not."
"I like to leave marks," he said, bending back down, latching on 
where her shoulder met her neck and sucking hard.

Scully bit down on her lip to keep from screaming out. Last thing she 
needed was Tor bursting in on this, convinced she was being murdered.
After what felt like a month and several layers of skin later, he 
released her and looked down at his handiwork, grinning.

Scully craned her neck but couldn't see. 
"How bad is it?"
"Not bad at all," he nodded. "Pretty good in fact."
"Oh, dammit, Doggett! Does this mean I'm going to be wearing turtle-
necks for the next three weeks?"

He stared at her. "No. It means that anyone who see it, knows you're 
mine." His eyes flashed.  
"Out of bounds. Off limits." 
She stared back at him, shocked. He had spoken softly, with a hint of 
steel in his voice. A hint that made Scully shiver again.
"That okay?" he asked, rather belatedly.
Scully nodded, even more shocked to find that it was.



                                    *


Dana Scully had a theory. She reckoned that the thing about making 
love for the first time, was that no matter what you did, it excited 
you.
Every move, every touch seemed to light the touch-paper and by the 
time you both got naked, it was all over, bar one fat lady and a wet 
patch.

Or so she had thought. 
John Doggett seemed intent on both proving her theory wrong and 
driving her absolutely and completely insane.
She was naked, but to her irritation and delight, he still had his 
boxers on, which despite a couple of wet spots, were doing a grand 
job of keeping him out of sight, out of touch.
And he was hanging on to them with the grim determination she had 
come to both recognise and value in their working relationship. Only 
here, in the bedroom, that trait was driving her to distraction.

Other than that, she had no real complaint.
His technique, which she seemed to have spent an inordinate amount of 
time wondering about, seemed to consist of systematically kissing, 
licking and sucking every available inch of flesh, bar one particular 
area, which considering her nakedness and arousal, was frustrating in 
the extreme. And every time she tried to hurry him, or reciprocate, 
he moved away, smiling and holding her hands.

Well, Dana Katherine Scully wanted her turn to play, and she wasn't 
one to take `no' for an answer. Gritting her teeth, she arched her 
back to try to turn over. She flopped back down. 
"Doggett."
He was busy wrapped around her, biting the back of her neck.
"DOGGETT!"
A spiky, mussed head popped up from behind her. "What?"
"Let me up."
"Huh?"
She grunted, trying to dislodge him. 
"Oh..." Finally getting the message, he rolled off and lay on his 
back, looking at her.
"I do somethin' wrong?" he asked, his eyebrows furrowed.
"No..." 

Scully turned over to face him. She took one wrist, held it above his 
head and kneeling up, took the other and did the same.
"It's just that I think it's *my* turn, don't you?"
He smiled up at her. "Y'think so?
She nodded. "I do."
"Uh... Okay." He cleared his throat and wriggled to get comfy.  Then 
gazed up and made big doe-eyes at her. "Be gentle with me, won't you?"
Scully laughed and bent to kiss his chest. "I'll try. But I can't 
guarantee anything..."
"Oh, man..."

Slowly releasing his wrists, she let her eyes wander over his body. 
Firm, toned and all hers.
Licking her lips, she stretched out beside him and dragged a hand 
over his chest. Through those fine hairs, from one side to the other.
He sucked in a breath.
"That tickle?"
He shook his head. "No...  S'nice."
"Good."

Bending her head, she did what she'd wanted to so long ago, and 
touched her mouth to his nipple,  stroking her tongue across the nub. 
He hissed. 
So, she wasn't the only one with sensitive tits.
Stretching across with her one hand, she fiddled with one nipple 
while placing her mouth over the other, and sucking hard.

He wriggled, making a squeaking noise in the back of his throat. 
Scully smiled, breaking the seal on his chest.
God, this was fun. Sitting up, she glanced at his face. He had his 
eyes shut, all screwed up, his mouth open slightly, panting a little.
Nodding to herself, she knelt up and sat astride his hips, watching 
his eyes snap open at the feel of her poised over him.

"Relax. Isn't that what you told me?"
He smiled. "Sure. But then I knew what was comin' next."
She ran her hands over his chest, drying his skin. "Coward."
"Yeah? Sue me."
"Oh, I think there are other things I'd rather do to you."

Letting her hands wander over his exposed body, Scully contemplated 
what to do next.
He was lovely and warm, smooth and gorgeous. And just lying there, 
waiting. 
Dozens of possibilities raced through her head to be examined, dozens 
more discarded through lack of accessories. Shame she didn't have any 
baby oil.

Sighing, she lightly scratched her nails along his arms, over his 
armpits and down his sides, making him shiver slightly.
"Now, *that* tickles," he told her.
She just grinned.  
He sighed. "Oh boy. I think I'm gonna regret tellin' you that."
"No, you're not." Bending to place a kiss on his sternum, Scully 
shuffled back a bit to trail her tongue down his belly, feeling it 
jerk when she reached his navel.
"I won't do tickle. I promise," she whispered, kissing around it.
"Good. I hate screaming like a girl."
"But you scream so wonderfully." 
He stuck out his tongue, and she stuck hers out, straight into his 
belly button, making him grunt.
Then she moved to take a bite of skin on his hip, just above his 
boxers.

"Hey!" His head popped up. "No bitin'!"
"Hello?" Scully pointed to her neck. 
"I didn't use teeth," he complained, wriggling.
The way he shifted brought his erection into contact with her crotch. 
His eyes widened and he stopped moving.
Then very slowly, he raised his hips to bump against her, several 
times.

Scully smiled, moving her hips in time with his, knowing she was 
making his shorts damp. 
"I think it's time I had a good look at that, don't you agree?"
She watched him swallow.
"If y'like."
Sliding her fingers under the waist of his shorts, she shuffled 
backwards and peeled them down his body.
Damn, but she couldn't keep the grin off her face as with a slight 
snagging sensation, the elastic  on the boxers popped and gave up its 
prize. It bobbed up and down as she pulled the shorts all the way off 
and threw them away.

"Well, well... What do we have here?" she asked, laughing softly.
"Not a lot if you keep laughing at him," he said, craning his neck to 
look at her with a slight pout.
"Sensitive, is he?"
"Very."
Scully smiled broadly. Men. No sense of humour when it came to the 
genitals.
"Well, I'd better try and make it up with him, then."
She bent her head and took to very tip of him between her lips.
"Jeeez!"  That breathless gasp was very satisfying.

Nibbling gently, she wrapped her hand around the base of him and 
began to cover him with saliva, licking in long strokes, top to 
bottom. 
He was uncut and not particularly hairy, which suited her down to the 
ground. Nothing worse that a short and curly at the back of your 
throat. Made nibbling the nuts so much easier.
With that thought in her head, she moved her hand, nudging his legs 
apart and cupped his balls, bringing them forward to her mouth.
She took them in, one at a time, rolling them round, gently.

"Oh, God..."
She looked up.
"That hurt?" she asked, remembering the knee earlier.
"God... no." His voice had gone very scratchy. "It feels wonderful," 
he whispered, reaching down  to pet her hair. "Thank you."
She smiled. That was probably the first time any man had thanked her 
in the middle of a blow job.
What a sweetie. 
She bent her head and put her mouth over his cock, sliding down in a 
luxurious glide that brought his hips off the bed, and a groan from 
his throat.
Up and down, she dragged him to the front of her teeth, nipped and 
slid down again, pulling his foreskin back to run her tongue over the 
bare head.

"Oh..." 
She felt a soft touch to her head.
"Please... stop," Doggett gasped, trying to push her away.
She looked up, eyebrow rising. She wasn't that bad, surely?
"I'm gonna..." he screwed up his face. "You know..."
Resting her head on his belly, she looked at his embarrassed face, 
understanding.
"Too much?" she asked.
"Uh-huh. Way too much." He rubbed his hand over his face. "Been a 
while, y'know?"

Well, that was comforting. Least he wasn't a tom cat. She hid a 
smile. 
Or a hound dog.
"Okay. No problem." She scooted up the bed to regard him 
solemnly. "But you could always come that way first, then we could 
make love later."
God, she shocked the hell out of herself, sometimes. This time last 
week it was `Agent' this, and `Agent' that. Today she was planning 
their sexual practises.

"No." He propped himself up on an arm and tucked her hair behind her 
ear. "Not the first time."
His fingers trailed across her face. He leaned in to kiss her, soft 
and gently. "Thank you for the offer, though."
God he was too much. Scully felt something deep inside, roll over and 
surrender.
"John..." she sighed, stroking her hand along his shoulder. "What am 
I going to do with you?"
He grinned, snagging up her hand and kissing the palm.
"Dunno `bout that. But I know what I'm gonna do with you..."

Pushing her down again, he loomed over her, using his free hand to 
smooth her skin all the way down to her thigh.
He bent his head and put his mouth to her ear. "Lie down," he 
whispered, making her draw her shoulder up against the tickling.
"Are you giving me orders, Doggett?"
"I sure am."
"Okay." She lay flat on her back, laughing at the look of surprise at 
her obedience. "I'm ready."
She held her arms out, like he had done. She was giddy with need, 
heady with the feeling of reckless liberation he gave her. "What now?"

There was no immediate reply, so she peered up to look at him. 
He was lying still propped on one arm, staring below her waist, 
trailing his fingers over her pubic bone, just enough to ruffle her 
hair. 
"John?"
He looked up at her, those blue eyes flickering in the candle light. 
Blue to navy and back again.
He stared, blinking. Then he rested his hand on her mound.
"I want to taste you," he said, his face hopeful. "Will you let me?"

The bolt of lust that slammed into her crotch at his words robbed her 
of speech.
Oh God.. Would she let him?
Sweet Jesus.
Instead of answering, she slowly opened her legs.

Lowering himself beside her, Doggett slipped one arm underneath her 
leg, his body  almost at right angles to hers. Then his head dipped 
out of sight and Scully held her breath waiting.
His other hand was slowly stroking down her other thigh, his thumb 
brushing her hair every time it came up her leg.
She waited for a touch. For anything.
She could feel the faint whisper of his breath on her centre, but 
nothing else.
What was he doing? Just staring?
The thought made her shy. She opened her mouth to tell him to either 
get on with it, or get out of it, when his head moved slightly, and 
she felt a silken slide of tongue between the lips of her pussy.

It was her turn to gasp.
Shit! 
God, that felt good... He did it again, making her belly jerk with 
pleasure. She tried not to lift herself up to meet his mouth.
This was better... Better than the last time anyone had done this and 
she tried to work out why that was.
It was hot and wet - yes, that was how oral sex went... She expected 
that.
But what she hadn't accounted for was the overwhelming sensation of 
him pushing his tongue between the folds of flesh at the very top of 
her sex, right where her body parted.
She pulled in a shaky breath as his tongue stroked down the very 
centre of her, along the sheath that hid her clitoris, down to the 
tip, then back again.

Christ...sorry...oh, but *Christ!*
His fingers were kneading her pussy, stroking, sliding and probing. 
Inside her for a heartbeat, then gliding back up to her mound. In and 
out, each time just a breath further.
She ground her bottom into the bed, unable to keep from moving, from 
groaning. Her hand clutched at the sheets as his tongue relentlessly 
stroked her sheath.
Jesus!

Never... 
Never had any man tongued her like this. They always did it from 
right between her legs, staring at the rock-face, so to speak. Never 
from the side, never so well, never so...
She rubbed herself shamelessly against him, her hand touching the 
back of his head to encourage him to increase the exquisite pleasure.
Just a little more... She whined at the gloriously wet slide of his 
tongue dipping to taste beyond her clitoris. He leaned up to move his 
mouth to cover the whole of her entrance, lapping briefly, then 
moving his tongue back to stroke her as before.
God!
Her legs spread themselves wider.
His fingers slid back to her folds, dipping where his tongue had been 
moments before, then pushed deeply inside and touched her g-spot, 
rubbing gently.
Oh God...

Reaching down, Scully scrabbled at his head, her body disobeying her 
and rocking to the internal rhythm he had set up with his hand and 
tongue.
"*John*..."  The name croaked out. 
Her hips ground up into his face, needing more, desperate for release.
"John... No."

The fingers stilled. His head lifted. He looked at her with that 
crooked grin.
"No.." she told him, running her hand down his cheek. "Not like this."
"No good?"
She swallowed to get her throat to start working again.  "Very 
good..." She laughed weakly.  "Amazingly good. But I want the same 
thing as you."
Those blue eyes searched her face to make sure she was being honest 
with him, then smiled, as he moved round. He crawled up the bed to 
lie beside her, leaning in to kiss her gently, then putting his face 
to her head to whisper: "Anything for you."

The proud thing inside her that had rolled over and surrendered, 
spread its arms in her mind and offered itself to him. Completely.
She turned and kissed him as deeply and sweetly as she could, hoping 
that feeling was communicated in the kiss.

When they parted, he rolled over her, reaching for a glass on the 
bedside table.
He handed it to her, waiting while she pulled herself up a touch.
"Thank you," she said, smiling as she sipped.
She handed the glass back and he drained it, returning it to the 
table.
They kissed, Scully tasting the wine and herself on each others 
tongues.

With a contented sigh, she reached for his hips, pulling him on top 
of her. She opened her legs more fully as he came to rest between 
them.
"Now," she said, stroking his face. "I want you now."
He rested on his elbows, keeping his weight off her. "Yeah?" he 
asked, arching his back to press himself to her.
Scully nodded and reached between their bodies to touch him where he 
was very hot, very hard.
She pulled him towards her.

"Ah... wait." Doggett put his hand to hers, stopping her. "Hang on."
He stretched over her to the table.
Frowning, Scully craned her neck to see what he was after, then at 
the rustle of foil, understood.
"No," she said, putting her hand on his arm. "There's no need."

He looked down at her. She wondered if he had read the files as 
thoroughly as he said. Wondered if he knew that she couldn't have 
children.
Hope she wouldn't have to say the words. It still hurt to hear them.
"I didn't want to assume," he began, bringing his hand back. He 
looked at her. "Y'know... That  you'd want to..." He stopped, 
obviously struggling.

Scully sighed. "I can't..." 
He put a finger to her lips, silencing her. 
"I know."  He removed his finger and bent to kiss her lips. "But I 
don't have the right to assume."
He kissed her again, moving his lips up to her eyes, which she shut, 
not wanting him to see them shining with tears.
Shit. She was in deep with this man. Up to her tits in trouble.

She cleared her throat. 
"I have a clean bill of health. I presume you do too..."
He nodded.
"So. I'd like to..." She smiled. "Feel you."
He grinned down at her. "I'd like that too," he whispered and kissed 
her nose.

She slid her hand back down between them and squeezed, making him 
hiss and jerk.
"Easy."
She laughed softly, smoothing him with her palm. "Better do something 
with it, then," she teased, squeezing again.
"God, woman!" He pulled his hips away and pulled her hand 
out. "Patience."
"Patience my ass." She reached up, put her arms around his neck and 
pulled him down to her.
She opened her legs, lifted them and wrapped them around his waist.
"*Now*, Agent Doggett."





chapter 21.



That growl she thought had gone, rattled out of him, rumbling through 
her chest as he held her tightly and ground his body on hers. His 
hard chest squashed her breasts. 
"Oh man..." he breathed down her ear.
She laughed silently. "You mean, `oh, woman'..."
His head lifted. "You laughin' at me?"
She shook her head, rolling her eyes. "No... Mr. Sensitive." 

She bumped his groin with hers, her body anxious to hurry things 
along. There was really no polite way of saying she desperately 
wanted to feel him inside her. She did her best.
"Can we please...?"
He grinned, wickedly and she just had time to wonder what that look 
meant, then anything else she might have said, squeaked in her throat 
as she felt him nudge her entrance. 
Nudge, and then slide in just a fraction.
"Oh..."

He grinned at her, pulling his knee up between hers and slipping 
inside, just a touch further.
Scully bit her lip. Her pussy was contracting, trying to pull him the 
rest of the way inside.
He paused, much to her frustration, still grinning.
"Bastard," she gasped.
He inched forward, a groan bleeding out of her mouth as she tried to 
push against him, trying desperately to force him in.
He denied her, pulling out again to rest against her lips.
"Oh Jesus..." She grunted, trying to get her hips up high enough to 
make him slide where she wanted him.

One of his hands spread over her hip, holding it down. She whined, 
screwing her face up.
"Easy..." he whispered. Then pulled himself forward to slide in 
agonisingly slowly, easing himself in up to the hilt.
Scully groaned. 

He lay still, resting on her, head tucked down by hers and breathing 
hard.
Just as well, she thought with the tiny bit of her mind that wasn't 
fighting the swell of orgasm.
If he so much as *twitched* right now, she'd come like a bag of C4 in 
a barbeque.
She wrapped her arms around his back, trapping him. By the way his 
breath was heating her neck, he was in as much trouble as she was.

"Keep still for a minute," she whispered, stroking his skin from 
shoulders to waist.
"Uh-huh..."
There was a thin sheen of perspiration in the centre of his back. She 
wiped her hands through it, using the moisture to knead his muscles.
She felt deliciously full, her muscles stretched and straining. When 
she tightened them, she could feel the hard rod of flesh buried 
inside, impaling her.
Her pussy bit down on him, suckling and milking his cock.
There was a chuckle near her ear.

"I can feel that," he told her.
"Me too," she laughed, doing it again.
"It's nice."
"Uh-huh." 
It was sweet torture, feeling him, but not moving, but she had to 
agree.  It was. 
Her butt clenched, tightening her grip. 
This was getting uncomfortable, this suggestion of movement, deep 
inside. Like having an itch where she couldn't get at it.
She squirmed, wanting to increase the friction.


On top of her, Doggett groaned. 
"Awww, God, Dana. You do that too well..."
Smiling into his neck, she did it again. Yes, she certainly did. Her 
pussy felt full, slick and very, very eager. 
Doggett exhaled hard.
"I'm gonna hafta move, baby..." he breathed, his hips rising as he 
groaned again. "I'm sorry... I gotta move..."
That was just fine by her. She turned her head and bit his earlobe, 
thrusting her hips up hard, to meet his.
"Oh, shit..." His fingers digging into her hip, Doggett pulled 
himself up a little to face her.
"God..." He slid into her again, then pulled out again in a long 
slide that had her pressing down internally.

She stood it twice more, long and slow, before grabbing the back of 
his head and pulling him down into a hard, open-mouthed kiss that 
told him in no uncertain terms what she wanted.
Her hips pistoned up, snapping into his groin hard enough to drive 
the air out of him and into her.
With a grunt, he slipped his hand under her ass and pulled her body 
up to meet his thrusts.

Scully gave in, released his tongue and growled deep in her throat, 
trying to speak.
Now.
Harder.
She pulled in a ragged breath and spoke into his mouth.
"Harder. I want to..."

Obliging, he withdrew almost to the tip, then slammed back into her 
with a grunt. Over and over.. Scully lost count, screwed her eyes up 
and arched her back.
She was coming.  Oh, Christ... She was coming.

The uncoiling orgasm in her groin lashed out and exploded as she 
clawed at his back, desperate to pull all of him inside. Her legs 
wrapped back around him, heels digging into his ass, forcing his 
public bone to grind exquisitely into hers.
She gasped, trying to breathe, trying to scream, trying to milk the 
cock buried deep inside her, desperate to use it to scratch that itch.
His mouth clamped over hers, his tongue gathering up her cries and 
swallowing them down, his  hands clenched at her ass and the back of 
her neck as he emptied himself into her.
The scratch of his pubes over her clit added a sharp piquancy to the 
orgasm that stretched it out, the blood pounding in her crotch, 
making her gasp with the aftershocks.

Then there was silence. Long minutes when neither of them could speak 
or move.  
Scully lay, eyes closed, harsh breaths desperately trying to cope 
with her bodies needs, watching the sparkles behind her eyes fade. 
That was good sex.
Shit. That was a *great* sex.
Her hand grazed  lazily down Doggett's back. She could still feel 
him, deep inside, moisture leaking out of her. The sheets would be a 
mess, but she couldn't bring herself to care.

He lay between her legs, hot, sweaty and wonderful, recovering, his 
breath ruffling her hair, warming her neck.
The glow of post-coital affection warmed her. She turned to kiss his 
cheek. 
"Thank you," she whispered, echoing what he had said, earlier.
He rolled slightly to look at her. He face was still red from the 
orgasm, his pretty blue eyes, glazed.
She decided she liked that look on him best of all.

She smiled. "We were pretty good, weren't we?"
He grinned. "That we were." He moved in and gave her a kiss. "Thank 
*you*."
They kissed properly for long, wet minutes.
Then pulling away with a grimace, Doggett propped himself up on one 
hand and looked down between them.
"Oops."  He touched his finger to the bed.  "I think we're both gonna 
be lying in a wet spot."

Laughing, Scully stretched herself. She really didn't give a shit. 
"It's our last night, I don't care."
He shrugged. "Okay."  He slipped from the bed and out of her line of 
sight. She sighed, happily, basking in the glow of great sex. One by 
one, the candles went out, leaving just the moonlight, turning the 
room from gold to silver.

"Here." 
His touch between her legs made her jump. 
"What's that?"
"Use these. Then you won't be lyin' in a puddle."  
She took what he offered, amused to find herself with a handful of 
his shorts.
"Why thank you, Mr. Doggett." She tidied herself, handing them 
back. "But who says *I'm* sleeping in the wet spot?"
He laughed, arranging himself along side her, stretching out. "Okay, 
okay. I'm man enough to sleep in the messy bit."
She snorted, pulling up the blankets. "It's mostly yours, anyway."

He laughed loudly, curling around her as she settled back on the 
pillows. "Busted," he said.
His arms and legs intertwined with hers.  She smiled. Seemed John 
Doggett was a cuddler.
"Comfy?" she asked.
"Hhhhmmm." He nuzzled into her shoulder, kissing it softly. "Yeah."
"Good." She tightened her arms around him and sighed. 
He was warm and snuggly. And it was wonderful to be able to cuddle up 
properly, without the panic of lying rigid with terror over  what she 
might do in her sleep. She had the feeling that whatever she might do 
to him now, he'd be okay with it. She smiled at that thought then 
kissed his forehead.

"Is it okay that I go to sleep now, baby?" he muttered, stroking her 
belly. "I'm beat."
"Sure," she whispered, her lips brushing his face. "Sleep." 
Strange how easily she accepted an endearment that would have brought 
her hackles to attention from any other man.
He sighed and lay still. 
Scully lay awake for a while longer, re-winding what they did, what 
they said, and what needed to be said tomorrow.