Title: Whiskey
Author: Charlie
Rating: NC-17  for language and sexual situations
Summary:  Pimp Daddy saves his whore.  No, that's
not right.  I meant to say, Scully thinks she 
wants sex, however she realizes she finds more.
Disclaimers:  The characters of the X-Files do not
belong to me. No profit is being made from this 
horrid little affair.
Author's Note:  The ending is fluky.  The epilogue
exists because of my friend, Nan the Brat.  God 
love her.

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Dana wanted sex.  Sitting at her desk alone in her
apartment, she felt the burning need between her 
legs ache, telling her she needed one thing...and 
one thing only.

She'd been putting it off for months, using her
hand instead, hoping that the few seconds it 
actually took would rid her mind of the tormenting 
fever that racked her body.  Dana felt like a man
afterward, climaxing so violently, so quickly; she 
hardly had time to enjoy it.  Would it be that 
quick if she actually found a partner? She didn't 
really want to know.  What she did want was a man, 
a large man, someone to skillfully play with her
body until she screamed.

Flipping the computer off, she stood and stared
outside her window daydreaming of what kind of 
fuck could sustain the length of time she needed.  
She didn't think one man could do the trick.

Scully howled in the air, "I can't take this much
longer!"

Looking down at her fingers, she felt disgusted
for her body's demanding.  She tried to walk it 
off, making herself think of work, her apartment, 
food, anything to change her temperature, or even
get her inner muscles to stop craving a foreign
substance.

Instead, the brisk walk around her living room
only infuriated her aching clit, her mind 
mentioning that it would feel better if she
discarded her clothing.  Scully screamed again,
but it didn't help.

Standing under a cold shower, Scully decided to go
shopping.  If anything was to get her mind off 
sex, it would be spending money.  But, the minute 
her toes hit the cold tile in the bathroom, her 
body hummed.  The shower had been  useless.

Scully looked at her fingers again...

"No."

Quickly, she toweled herself off while making her
way to her bedroom.  As she fumbled for a pair of 
jeans, a stray thought escaped.  Scully's hands 
stopped searching.  She stared for what seemed an 
eternity, feeding on the same thought over and 
over, until finally, she succumbed.  She threw the
drawers shut, stood and gazed at her naked body in 
the mirror. Her mouth was open, her breasts 
heaving, the hardened peaks arched for appeasing.  
A blush of pink flushed over her body, telling 
anyone that saw her, exactly what she craved.

Slowly slipping the black silk skirt over her bare
skin, Scully felt her body respond even more.  The 
clamoring of want began to pound again, feeling 
the soft fabric slide over her thighs.  She
matched a small silk tank with the short skirt,
covering her shoulders with a dark gray cardigan.  
After a few moments thought, she wiggled out of 
her bra and panties, slipped on a pair of sandals, 
smiled a sexy grin, and grabbed her purse.

She was wanting...and she was ready.



An hour later, Scully walked into the bar.  The
'Hammer and Claw' was small, compared to most, its 
blue collar clientele of firemen, construction 
workers and cowboys gave warning to any woman that 
dared to enter;  this was a man's bar.  From where
she was standing, she saw cowboy hats in the
background, tight jeans bending over pool tables, 
and unshaven rough necks as far as the eye could 
see.

Scully refused eye contact, making her way towards
the bar.  She hid the smile she wanted to give, 
loving the feel of a man's eyes as he raked them 
over her short petite body.  Her hidden smile
bubbled with anticipation.  She sat down on the
nearest barstool, the bartender turning to give 
her a beautiful smile.

"Whiskey, neat.  And a water."  She gently pulled
at her skirt, crossing her legs, allowing anyone 
that looked, a great view of her thighs.

With a nod, the bartender disappeared.  Waiting,
Scully decided to take a real look at her 
surroundings, and also to see how many contenders 
she had in a race to solve the building pang in
her crotch.  Her breath caught when she locked
gazes with one peticular attractive man, a large 
blonde wearing khakis, a tee shirt and a flannel.  
He grinned so seductively that Scully thought 
she'd orgasm if he moved.  His friends were as
large as himself, all wearing casual roughed up  
clothing, as if they had been mountain climbing 
their entire lives.  Their boots were muddy, their 
jackets worn and comfortable.   She broke his 
beautiful look, continuing her search around the 
bar.

A long hallway towards the back caught Scully's
eye, loud music, and rowdy behavior boomed.  The 
bartender appeared before her, sitting her 
beverage down, along with a water.

"That's $2.75."

He followed her gaze to the back, "The Blue Room."

Scully nodded without much conviction.

The bartender smiled, "They've got a blues band,
and better scotch.  But, I'll warn you, it's 
mostly cops back there."

Dana grinned. *That* definitely had possibilities.

Grabbing her drink, she swallowed it in one gulp,
loving the sweet burn as it slid down her throat.  
The warmth gave her the courage, the thump between 
her legs got her moving.  She picked up her glass 
of water, and threw down a five dollar bill, the 
bartender smirking as he followed her ass towards 
the 'Blue Room'.

With every step she took, her body burned with
need.  She was anxious, and exhilarated at the 
prospect of finding a man, one that would 
hopefully fuck her senseless, and maybe back to a
reality that would allow her to cope.

The hallway was smoky and dark, and it got worse
the further back she walked.  She heard the rumble 
of blues playing, and the smack of billiard balls 
hitting and then rolling over something hard 
covered in felt.  Scully breathed in the sweet 
aroma of bourbon and beer hovering over a 
transparent layer of smoke from fine cigars. The 
room was full, the men unaware that the room was 
too small for all of them.  They were crowded 
around tables, the bar, and around the small stage 
that held a small band of members playing a 
rhythmic blues that got Scully's blood pumping.  
She quickly made her way through the bodies, 
towards the new bar.  By the time she reached the
end, her throat was parched from the smoke.  She 
sipped on her water, but she craved another 
whiskey.

She raised her hand to get the attention of the
busy bartender, who nodded in response.  As she 
waited, she felt the man next to her bump into her 
backside.  She ignored him, since it seemed the 
bar was so heavily crowded, it was probably an
accident.  The bartender appeared, and Scully
ordered another whiskey.

The 'Blue Room' really was blue.  The walls,
ceiling, stage and floor were all painted 
different shades of blues, the bar being the only 
object still wearing it's original oak finish.

Just as the bartender placed Scully's drink down,
she felt something soft play on her leg.  She 
threw down another five, looking down.  A large 
hand was pulling at the hem of her skirt, his soft 
almost wet fingertips gently massaging the skin he 
had uncovered.

"What do you think you're doing?"  Scully spit,
turning to face her molester.

What surprised her is what she found;  he was
older, almost forty, his hair black with the 
beginnings of gray spreading above and around his 
ears.  Scully was taken aback by his handsomeness, 
his dark green eyes blazing through her as he 
spoke, "The minute you stepped into this room, I
haven't been able to take my eyes off of you."

The come on was old, but it still sparked a flame
to a fire that Scully already had raging.

A smile wanted to form, but she refused, "Oh
really?  So was that you that bumped into me 
earlier?"

He grinned suggestively, making Scully wonder
about him even more, "Did it bother you?"

'He's a pervert, Scully.' her mind screamed.  She
agreed, he was beautiful, but she didn't really  
like his approach.

"Yes, it did.  I'd appreciate it if you'd leave me
alone."  Turning her back, she hoped he would get 
the hint.

He stood up to maneuver himself past her.  Scully
was relieved, until she realized he wasn't moving 
on.   Instead, he brushed his body past again, 
this time, the evidence of his erection pushing on 
the small of her back.

Scully jumped when his lips hit her ear, "I'd
appreciate it if you'd quit this hard to get 
shit."

She pulled away instinctively, rubbing at her ear
that felt violated by his breath.  The movement 
brought her off the barstool, her feet getting 
entangled as she tried to find her footing.  The 
man caught her as she stumbled, but then roughly
pushed her back to the wall.  The impact caused 
the air to leave her lungs, her eyes closing as 
she tried to focus.  Suddenly, the man's lips were 
on her throat, his hands pulling at her skirt.  
She fought him, slapping at his hands, trying to 
get her knee up between his legs, but he moved 
himself in between hers, pressing his bulge 
against her crotch.

Scully was panicked.  No one seemed to notice his
attack, her screams muffled as his tongue jammed 
inside her mouth.  He was too large to move, and 
the crowded room, plus his large chest, blocked 
what was happening to her.

"I'd appreciate you getting your hands off of 
her."

Scully and the man jerked at the same time,
hearing the low ruthless voice behind them.  When 
the man didn't let go, Scully felt a strong arm 
being ripped off her ass, then the man's entire
body was pushed towards the bar, finally allowing
her to see her savior  in full view.

She gasped audibly, meeting John Doggett's 
piercing blue eyes. He diverted them quickly to 
her attacker, his controlled anger put in check as 
he smiled thinly.

Scully knew what was coming.  Fear and anxiety
knotted inside her as she foresaw the two men 
pulling punches.  She decided to end it before it 
started, "John..."

"Dana."

Doggett  glanced down quickly at her small frame
and then back to the to her assaulter.  "She's 
with me, Isaaks."

"She came in here alone, Doggett."

"It didn't look like she was enjoying your charm."

"She would have if you'd leave it alone."

Doggett's heated glare blistered.  "So you're a
rapist now?  Can't get a woman the right way, so 
you're gonna take her like a barbarian?"

Isaaks mouth dropped, "I wasn't gonna rape her!  I
was just playing around!"

Scully huffed quietly,  "That's not how I play."

Doggett suddenly looked at Scully, catching her
eye.  His look was still dark, his anger with 
Isaaks boiling, but for a moment, underneath, she 
saw a brief flash of something else, something 
that made him want to smile.

The ache in her legs pounded once and then was
gone, taking her by such surprise, she actually 
winced.

Doggett's look grew dark again, his anger moving
his eyes back to the other man.  "You son of a 
bitch."

Before he could move, Scully grabbed Doggett's
neck, pulling his mouth to hers.

She had only meant to defuse the situation,
wanting Isaaks to leave, to just go away. The 
attack wasn't going to be about what this guy had 
almost done, she was going to move past it, and
give him no such pleasure.

What she hadn't expected was Doggett's  lips to
taste of scotch, warm and sweet.  Nor the tiny 
grunt that vibrated out of his mouth, into her own 
and down in between  legs inviting the old warmth 
of desire from earlier.   She didn't mean to moan 
as his tongue slid over hers, nor did she mean to 
groan out a 'yes' when he reversed the  assault, 
gripping her waist, pulling her close, licking and 
sucking on her mouth.  He sighed loudly, pushing 
her body back against the wall, pulling at her 
leg, wanting to test the soft flesh inside her 
thigh.

Isaaks watched the scene, his eyes clouding over
at what was happening before him.  "Slut."  He 
grunted  a curse, then walked away.

When Doggett's mouth made it's way from her 
throat, she whispered into his ear, "John, stop."

Doggett's body froze, his mouth now hovering
inches away from hers.

"Is he gone?"

His breath blew over her face, the sweet smell of
liquor burning Scully's nostrils.  He smelled 
great.

"Yes."

She could feel his rough hands on her skin, his
thumb still circling on her inner thigh, driving a 
lightning bolt into her loins.

Suddenly, he laughed, "Can I buy you a drink,
Agent Scully?"

She couldn't help but laugh herself, nodding.  He
released her, helping her to smooth her skirt 
down, and then pulled out a barstool.

He motioned for the bartender, "What are you
drinking?" he asked.

Scully looked down and saw that her previous drink
was still sitting on the bar.  She picked it up, 
swallowed , sat down on the seat he had offered, 
and answered, "Whiskey."

When they received their drinks, Doggett settled
in next to Scully, his leg pressing up against 
hers.  She turned at the touch, catching him 
looking at her knee.

He grinned when he saw he'd been caught, "I'm
sorry, Agent Scully.  I'm just not used to you 
dressed like this," he grinned slyly, his face 
soft with honesty making him seem like a good ole' 
boy.   He leaned closer, rubbing her shoulder with 
his, "makes it hard not to act like a chest 
pounding possessive gorilla while you're sitting 
here next to me."

Sipping on her drink,  Scully found herself
smiling, knowing deep down that the cheesiness of 
the line felt ten times sexier since he was a 
decent and respectable man.  After taking a quick 
peek at Doggett's attire, Scully raised a brow in
appreciation.  His gray sweater fit snugly, giving 
her an ample showcase of his workout regime,  his 
tight jeans hugging over all the right places.  
She found herself taking a second glance in some 
of the more profound places, her smile broadening.

"I'm surprised to see you here, Agent Doggett."

"You mean disappointed?"

Scully caught the humor in his tone, "Only that
you didn't show up before Isaaks."

Doggett sobered and  quickly retorted, "I'm just
glad I was here. Do you know how dangerous it is 
to be in a place like this, Agent Scully?"

Scully saw his features turn sour as he let the
scene of Isaaks mauling her play in his mind,  
"You shouldn't be here.  Isaaks was sober, but 
what about the next guy?  What if some other 
asshole had tried something, hauled you off into 
the alley and raped you! No one would have helped 
you, no one would have heard you. I 'm just glad I 
saw you walk in...hell, the way you're dressed, 
*everyone* saw you walk in!"

Scully felt scolded, Doggett treating her like a
child.

"Do you want to know the honest truth?", she
asked.  Placing her knee strategically on the 
inside of his knee as she turned, Scully pushed 
his legs open, placing herself in between.  
Doggett was thrown off guard, her question left 
hanging in the air.

She stood, pressing her belly against his groin,
watching his crystal blue eyes widen in shock, "Do 
you want to know why I'm here?".  Opening her 
arms, she gave him  a better look at her clothes,  
"And why I'm dressed like this?"

Doggett's face turned to stone, his voice even as
he caught her eyes, "Why?"

Scully tasted her own bitterness, "Because I
needed the fuck of the century, John.  I am a 
woman if you haven't noticed.  I've giving my life 
to the FBI, to friends, to what family I have 
left... don't lecture me on what I should or 
should not be doing, it's MY life."

She sat down quickly, pulling her arms to herself
tightly, rubbing the skin as if he had burned her 
with his look.  The fear, the pain, the long 
frustrating ache she had been harboring for the 
last eight years finally came down on her in a
thunderbolt of humiliation in front of the one 
person she didn't want to share it with, John 
Doggett.  The whole scene with Isaaks, her 
reaction to Doggett's kiss...  Clenching her eyes 
shut, she fought the tears that wanted to come.

Something touched her shoulder, rubbing at the
soft skin under her hair.  "I always seem to upset 
you, Dana."  His voice was tender, and sad.  Her 
name falling from his mouth like poetry.

She felt him move his knee in between hers,
duplicating what she had done to him earlier.  He 
stood, pushing at her skirt so that he could fit 
amidst her thighs, pulling her closer with his
arms till she was embraced by his warm mouth on
her neck in a single chaste kiss.

"Let me make it up to you..."

Unfurrowing herself from his chest, she met his
gaze, "What?"

"I'm sorry for being so unfeeling.  Let me make it
up to you."

Scully saw he was serious, the intensity of his
eyes making her shy, "That's okay."

John sat back down, "I can help you steer towards
the right guy and you can feel safe to know that 
if anyone like Isaaks tries to get a feel, " 
Doggett gave a little smirk, "well, I can be here 
to take care of 'em."

Scully just stared at him, unsure what to make of
his proposition.

"It'll put my mind at ease, and it'll allow you to
be..." John stumbled and had the nerve to look 
flushed, "...a woman."

The heat of their argument disappeared, John
making amends, and Scully considering his crazy 
offer.

"So, you'll be my pimp?"  she teased.

He rolled his eyes as he finished his drink,
"Yeah, if that's the way you see it."

Whether she wanted to or not, she smiled.  He
caught her grin and shared it, reaching out to 
touch her arm.  "I just want to keep you safe."

The look on his face said a lot more than she
wanted to feel, and the burning of desire that had 
been buried minutes ago, now came flaming back 
with a rush to send Scully wobbling.  When she 
answered her okay, it was barely audible.

For a moment, John saw her reaction,  his own grin
subsiding.

He was in dangerous territory.

After a half hour of small talk and general
conversation about work, Scully got the attention 
of the bartender again,  "Another whiskey, 
please." 

The blues band kicked up another tune, Doggett's
foot tapping underneath.  She could feel the denim 
of his jeans rubbing on her bare calf, reminding 
her that the man next to her was indeed a man, the 
very reason she was here.  

She shook her head in refusal,  grabbing the new
drink that was conveniently  sat down in front of 
her, swallowing it once again, in a single gulp.

"Keep that up, Dana, and this night could end up
short,"  she felt his mouth next to her ear, "in
more ways than one."

Scully twisted on her stool, placing her glass on
the edge of the bar.  "I'm finished anyway."  

Doggett laughed as she ordered another whiskey.

When she reached for her purse, his hand stopped
hers, "Let me."

Facing her partner, she lingered on him as he met
her gaze. Time seemed to build off of their stare, 
the heat and noise of the room dissipating as the
intensity and pure desire to consume each other's
thoughts consumed their   minds and bodies.  
Doggett watched Scully's eyes relax, from the 
whiskey or the mood, he wasn't quite sure.  He did 
know that her jaw had gone slack, her bottom lip 
opening to allow a brief glimpse of her tongue as 
it left a damp trail over her bottom lip. 

His mind clouded with desire, his body twitching 
to drag the vibrant singing female out of the bar.
Considering that he told her he would keep her 
safe, he refused to move.  Instead, he teased the 
animal he had been keeping at bay.

His movement towards her caused Scully to sway
unconsciously, her small groan teasing him further
as he softly spoke in her ear, "Undo the top 
button of your sweater."

It was a command, his voice husky and raw.   She
felt his lips graze over her earlobe, her eyes 
closing automatically as she released an urgent 
gasp.  Scully couldn't believe this was happening 
to her.  It seemed not two hours ago she was 
safely tucked away in her apartment, wondering 
around like a cat in heat wanting a man, any man, 
to torture her.  

Catching her reflection in the mirror behind the
bar, Scully saw how Doggett had been affecting 
her,  her body flushed, her lips still slightly 
swollen from his hungry kiss.  Her breath caught, 
his command replaying over and over in her head.  
"Undo the top button of your sweater."

She wanted this.  She wanted him.  She wanted John
Doggett.

Watching her fingers slowly make their way to the
neck of her cardigan to do his bidding, she was 
unable to see his seductive leer.  With a quick 
flip of her thumb and forefinger, she released the 
first button, pulling at the sweater to show a bit 
more of her pale skin.  Timidly, she looked to him 
for approval.

His face was startling, his blue eyes dark, the
corners of his mouth turned upward.  He was 
staring at the newly exposed skin, almost as if 
laying a possessive claim. Scully had never seen 
him so seductive, his whole being radiating a 
sexual confidence. A sudden rain of desire poured 
between her legs, thundering for release.  She 
found her breath quickened under his examination,  
her reaction wanting to do more for him at the 
asking.

Doggett wrenched his eyes to hers,  "Another."

She was going to burst into flames.  The fear of 
her loss of control, the cheap thrill of 
excitement.  He nodded slightly for her to do as 
he said.  Scully was consumed with an ache, her 
body and mind delivering itself to his every word, 
his every sound.

Lips quivering, she fumbled with the second button, 
hardly managing since her fingers were trembling,
her skin tingling with fever.  When his fingers 
pulled at the sweater, her eyes instantly closed, 
relishing the feel of his faint touch that seared 
through her chest.
 

"One more, Dana."

Saying her name was almost a caress, his voice
wrapping around her, holding and touching her as 
if she were naked, pleading with him.  A shiver 
passed through her while she blindly tried for 
another button.

The sweater's button was as stubborn as the last,
not wanting to show the beginnings of her 
cleavage.  She could almost hear his smile through 
her closed eyes, feeling him once again help her 
fingers.  

Forcing her eyes open, she watched him open her
sweater further, his large hand sweeping over the
soft fabric, and giving her a small taste of what 
he was capable of doing with those hands.  

"You are so beautiful."  

The seductive play was intoxicating. Scully 
realized all the whiskey she had consumed was 
burning away inside her bloodstream, having no 
effect on her reaction to Doggett's manipulation.  

Manipulation?  Scully didn't understand.  Suddenly,
she was unclear on how she should be reacting.  
She tensed, pulling the edges of her sweater 
together, trying to cover more skin than it would 
allow.

Doggett tensed, "Stop."

She jerked, meeting his steely blue eyes.  His 
face a mask, untelling if she had offended him, or 
let him down. She frowned, unsure of what was 
supposed to be clear.

Before she could question him, his body relaxed, 
his hands again pulling at her cardigan,  "You're 
so beautiful," he soothed, "You could so easily 
take a man's pain and fear away."

The path of uncertainity was clearing.   His 
melting words disolved Scully's unease instantly.

At that moment, they were interrupted.  A gravelled
voice with a long trench coat pressed into their
small world, putting silent responses on hold.

"My God, but you are spectacular." 

Scully found herself staring at a very tall waif 
of a man, his graying hair peeking out behind his 
ears and around the open collar of his polo.  He 
reached out a hand towards her, his blazer under 
his coat raising to give Scully a look at more 
graying hair coming from underneath the cuff.  

In that moment, Doggett's arm  reached past the
slender man, and around Scully's waist, pulling 
her into his lap.  His voice  boomed with 
authority, "Good to see you, Edmunds!"

Edmunds stared back at Doggett,  then to the woman
sitting on  his lap. "Yeah, you too, Doggett. How 
ya been?"

Scully's first reaction to John dragging her into
his lap was to kiss him.  Instead, she did the 
second best thing.

"Been doing great."    

When Scully's mouth laid claim on his neck,  
Doggett yanked back, giving her a hard look, his 
voice sharp,  "Stop."

Edmunds smirked, waiting patiently, and eagerly, 
to see how the siren reacted.    

She moved in between Doggett's legs, brushing her
lips over his chin and mouth.  When she pouted as 
if he had slapped her, Edmunds thought he'd shoot 
his shorts.  The woman was delectable.  

To Edmund's astonishment, Doggett turned back to 
him slowly, totally ignoring her 'fuck me cause 
I'm bad' look.

"Sorry, Brad.  Could you give me a minute?"

"Sure." he said, not trying to hide his delight 
with their show.

Backing up only an inch or two, he watched as
Doggett turned his attention back to the redhead, 
his look still disciplining.  John sat silently, 
staring at her mouth,  her body rocked softly in 
his lap.  Edmunds about lost control as she gasped 
out loud, her hands swiftly grabbing at Doggett's 
shoulders.  Seeing movement below, he saw that 
Doggett was kneading the woman's ass.

"So, Brad?"  John asked, never looking at Edmunds,
"How's the wife?"

The man's smile faded, replaced by an irritated red
flush, "She left me, Doggett.  Thanks for asking." 
With narrowed eyes, and a fast glance back to the
groaning redhead, he quickly turned and left though
the crowd.

John  pulled up at the hem of her skirt, then 
inched his fingertips underneath the material, 
"God, you feel good."  

At first, Scully thought he was teasing her, but
when his lips again grazed her ear whispering 
about eating her alive, she shuttered violently.


Doggett didn't relent his grasp on Scully's ass, 
his fingers delving higher, finding her completely 
naked underneath the silky fabric of her skirt.

The enormity of his arousal was shocked into
submission when he felt the smooth skin, her words
flooding back, 'Because I needed the fuck of the
century, John.  I am a woman if you haven't
noticed.'.

He had noticed, a little too well.  

"Good God, what am I doing?"  With a quick push, he
picked up her quivering body, placing it back onto
the stool beside him.

It took everything he had to not pull her right 
back when he saw her hurtful expression, her arms 
coming up to try, once again, to cover herself,  
"John? What's wrong?"  

Nothing's wrong, he thought, I just want to fuck 
you like a damned animal is all.  Doggett stood up,
"I'll be right back, don't move."

She watched him meander between the patrons of the
bar, disappearing quickly towards the restroom.  He
had seemed angry, but his body deceived him by
proving to her he was as aroused as herself.  She 
couldn't think of another time she had felt this 
alive, had wanted another man this badly.  His 
hands had been made of fire, burning her flesh and 
scarring her with his hunger.  Scully knew he was 
a passionate man, his feelings controlled and well 
hidden, but tonight, he had dropped that wall he 
had so carefully built, allowing  her a glimpse of 
what it would be like inside his mind and heart.

The last thought made her head hurt.  What was she
saying to herself?   The satisfaction of his sexual
advances proved to her that she was capable of an
intimate relationship, and his faithfulness and
decency to her as a working partner gave her the
confidence to understand that he was earnest in his
wanting more than just a quick fuck.  A slow 
genuine smile spread over her features, the warmth 
of desire, and something else she couldn't 
pinpoint, ignited her heart and soul.

As she ordered another whiskey, she remembered her
frustration and drive that brought her to the bar. 
She laughed into her glass just as someone sat 
down in Doggett's chair.

"Hi."

Scully turned towards the friendly voice, "Hello?"

He was in his late thirties,, his golden mane 
swept back as if someone couldn't stop running 
their fingers through the long texture .  Shoot, 
Scully couldn't blame whoever it had been, the man 
was beautiful.

"My name's Ben Sommer."  He stuck out his hand,
inviting Scully to do the same.

"Dana Scully."  

His hand was hot, the grip firm but gentle, his 
palm callused from hard labor.  He held her 
fingers a little too long, brushing over the tips 
with his thumb.  The directness took Scully 
slightly by surprise, but she was complemented 
none the less.

As Ben caressed her fingers, he took in her 
features slowly, then smiled a grin so gorgeous, 
Scully wondered how many women had actually 
swooned in his presence.

"It's nice to meet you, Dana.  Are you here with
anyone?"

A vision of Doggett's tongue flicking over her 
belly flashed through mind.  

"Yes."  

"I see.  I was here with a group of old working
buddies from New York.  They all disappeared once
you entered the room, so I thought maybe it was 
fate that you and I get to know each other."  

His smile was contagious.  Before she could stop
herself, Scully fell for his toothy grin, turning 
in her chair absently as he told her of his 
friends, and why they were together.  He seemed to 
have conveniently forgotten that she had said she 
was with someone, or he figured he could just win 
her over.

She tried to imagine Ben hovering over her, 
grunting as he pumped into her, but she was 
suddenly overwhelmed with disgust.  The image made 
her feel dirty and now she felt a growing need for  
Doggett to return and make Mr. Sommer evaporate. 
Mentally smacking herself for even starting a 
conversation with the man, she turned away, 
finishing her drink quickly.

"Hey, John!  I was wondering where you had gone 
off to."

Scully swung around, spewing some of her drink 
down her chin.  Doggett stood staring at Ben, his 
face clouded with an emotion she couldn't 
interpret.  When Doggett finally looked at her, 
his eyes softened. Gingerly, he rubbed at the 
drops of whiskey on her lips, then tenderly 
stroked her cheek.  

"Dana.  Have you met my friend, Ben Sommer?"

Scully's mouth dropped.  What was Doggett doing?  
He was supposed to grab  her, kiss her, make her 
feel that crushing ache of desire for him by 
chasing off the rodent man that tried to touch her.   
She tried to understand, tried to find a reason 
behind his motive, but all she could see was the 
old unreadable Doggett she had known when she had 
first met him.

Ben broke the silence, "You know each other?"

Scully couldn't stop staring at her partner, his
features set in stone as he spoke to Sommer. "Yeah,
Dana's a good friend of mine.  We work together at
the FBI."

"Oh, so this is the woman you were talking about?" 

Dana looked to Ben, "What?"

"No." Doggett barked, "that was someone else."

"John was telling us all about the FBI, how much 
he was loving his new assignment, and about his
partner." Sommer looked to Scully, "Damn, I'd 
completely understand if he had been talking about 
you."

Sommer punched at Doggett's arm and began to 
ramble, "He talked non stop about this woman at 
work, telling us how she made him crazy, how she 
infuriated him to the point he wanted to strangle 
her.  God, you almost took Bennett's head off when 
he asked if you'd fucked her yet!"  

Scully saw Doggett twitch, "Why did you want to
strangle her, John?"

Ben answered for him, "Cause of the way she would
work a case, always wanting to pull 'supernatural',"

Doggett interrupted, "I said paranormal, not
supernatural."

His friend's grin widened further, "Yeah, you said
she had this thing with always bringing paranormal
theories into the case." Ben turned to Scully,   
"You don't know John like I do though.  When a 
woman drives him to want to do her physical 
violence, that means he's got a serious hard on 
for her."

"Really?" Scully asked.

"Yup, but our John boy, he's a respectable guy.  
He won't mess around with a woman for fun."  When 
Ben hit at Doggett's arm, Scully noticed her 
partner tried to dodge it, without success.

"Damn, man, how do you stand going without for so
long?!"

When Doggett shook his head, Scully saw the 
flicker of anger and frustration cross over his 
blue eyes before he closed them, his head lowering.

"John?"

He looked up at her so fast, that for a split
second, she saw the raw anguish in his face.  

And for that split second, Scully knew;  John
Doggett was in love with her.

*******************************************

At first, Doggett had felt betrayed when he had
walked back to find Scully talking with Ben.  
Calming his anger, he remembered once again with 
bone crushing clarity that she had wanted only sex, 
only wanted sex with a man...any man for that 
matter.  The only reason she reacted to his touch 
was because he filled that category.

The worst part of seeing her talk with his friend,
was that it hurt so fucking bad.  John had left 
her, hoping to get a better idea of what he should 
do;  take her home, or take her to his bed.  

He couldn't say where the night would end, he 
really didn't want to consider the ramifications 
if he were to make love to her, and then have her 
say 'thank you very much, we must not speak of it 
again'.  No, he couldn't stand the thought of 
having one night of pleasure, and then never be 
allowed to touch her again.  He wouldn't be able 
to survive with just one taste.

Watching Scully interact with Ben made Doggett
cringe, the thought of her underneath the man's 
body only aggravated his frustration, opening a 
strange void that made John feel hopeless.  

Maybe the best thing for Scully, would be for her to
go home with Ben.

"John?"

She was so close, her voice clear and accepting.

When he looked up and caught her beautiful blue
eyes, he knew she knew.

"I want to go home."

Sommer looked confused, "You do?  Oh, well, do you
need a ride home?"

Scully continued to stare at Doggett, "Yes. That
would be nice."

She watched Doggett's eyes dissolve, the pain he 
had tried so hard to conceal broke through his 
hard edged stare.

As Ben stood looking for his keys, Scully pulled 
her sweater off, and wrapped it around her waist.

"Ben, could you give me a minute with John?"

"No problem, I'll be out front."  Wearing a smirk,
he pushed past his friend and headed towards the 
door.

Scully turned to look at the man in front of her. 
He looked defeated and tired.

"Why did you do that?"

He absorbed every detail about her as he spoke, "I
told you I'd take care of you.  That I'd keep you
safe.  Ben's been a friend for a long time, he'll
take care of exactly what you need, Dana."

"Exactly what I need."  she seethed. "And just 
what do you think I need *exactly*?"

Doggett sighed, "To quote you, 'The fuck of the
century'."

Her angry demeanor disappeared, replaced by
confusion, "Yes, but with you!"

John hissed.  Grabbing her arm he began to drag 
her towards where Ben was standing. "I'm not going 
to be used like some kind of toy, Dana.  I refuse 
to be your 'maintenance man'."

Scully dug her heels down as she tried to pull 
away from Doggett's grip.

"I didn't want that!" Suddenly, she understood,
"John?"

He ignored her.

"John, let go, you're hurting me."

Instantly, he released his grip, but not before he
spun her around facing him.

"What do you want from me?"

She wanted to cry.  The broken look on his face 
was screaming for understanding,and aching for
acceptance, but he was too damn stubborn to ask 
for what he wanted.

Scully swallowed.  Reaching up, she took his face
within her hands, forcing him to focus on her 
alone.

"I want you, John.  No one else."

A small shiver riddled through his body.  "I can't
fuck you, Dana."

"I know.  I don't want you to."

His frown subsided, "What do you want me to do?"  

"I want *you* to take me home."


>
**************************************************

"You want me to take you home?"  Something in his
eyes registered, making a monumental force move 
Scully closer to him.

"Yes."

Doggett felt her hands slip down his arms and loop
around his chest, hugging her body as close to his
as she possibly could.

"Do you understand what you're saying to me?"  He
allowed himself a small touch to her bare back,
softly soothing her with his fingers.

Scully looked up from his chest, craning her neck 
so far back, Doggett felt compelled to cradle her 
head in his hands.

"I came to this place for a completely different
reason than why I'm leaving it, John.  You've
changed something inside of me, something I don't 
quite understand.  If I go home with anyone but 
you, I'll regret it in the morning."

Doggett gazed at Scully for an eternity, his eyes
taking in her face, her expression. "The only 
thing I'll ever make you regret is that your body 
won't be able to sustain the high volume of love 
making I've got planned for it."  

His icy blue eyes turned dark, his hands shifting 
on her face,  his thumb hooking over her bottom 
lip when she smiled.

"Is that a promise, Agent Doggett?"

The fiery spark that glinted off her eye, ignited
the pent up passion John had at first teased and 
then thrown to the dogs.

"You little minx." he growled.

The rich sound of her laughter vibrating off of 
his chest made his heart swell. 

"I knew it."

Doggett and Scully turned at the same time to find
Ben, standing with his hands dug deep in his
pockets. 


"Knew what?"  Scully asked.

"That I was in the middle of something pretty
serious. Damn it John, you really need to speak up 
for what's yours. I hate this jealousy thing!"

John's grin widened, "She's not 'mine', Ben.  She's
her own person."

"Oh shut up!  You know exactly what I mean!"  

Scully saw that Ben was just giving Doggett hell,
but apparently, his ego was slightly bruised. 

"I'm sorry." she said, as she smoothed his chin 
with her finger.  "I'm flattered that an 
attractive man like you paid any attention at all 
to me.  It was my pleasure to meet you tonight."  
The man smiled his wicked seductive grin, telling 
Scully stories she didn't think she wanted to know.  
"I have a feeling I'm going to regret letting you 
go, Mr. Sommer."  

A menacing grip crushed her ribs.  She twisted and
winked at a frowning Doggett.

Ben pursed his lips, then grinned again, "Yeah,
right, I so believe you while he's got you in a 
death grip.

Doesn't matter though, it worked.  The ego is 
fully inflated and is ready and willing for the 
second most beautiful woman in this bar."  He 
looked at the man holding Scully.

"Don't screw this one up, Doggett.  If you do, 
then I'm all over her, and your ass is toast."  
With a fast wink, and a slap to John's arm, Ben 
turned on his heel to vanish among the crowd.

Scully watched as Doggett's eyes followed his
friend.  His grip was still tight, but the new 
sensation of her breasts on his hard chest was 
sending rockets to her nether regions again. The 
man's body did wicked things to her. She wiggled 
to get his attention, and was rewarded when he 
hissed, his eyes jerking to hers.

"Dana, my good intentions are fizzling fast.  Keep
that beautiful body still before I tear into you
right here."

His face was so seductive, she couldn't take it a
minute longer, "Kiss me."

He didn't have to be asked twice.  With a swift
movement, John had her mouth under his before she
could blink.   It was a hard open mouthed kiss, 
not intended for seductive purposes, but only to 
stake a claim on what was his now for the taking.  

"Get me out of here." she breathed into his ear.

The crushing arms that had once held her, now 
pulled her through the crowded bar, towards his 
truck, so that he could lay claim to her properly.

 
They walked to an open parking lot across from the
bar;  Doggett's truck was parked in the farthest
corner, hidden from view by a white van.  As soon 
as they were behind the massive vehicle, he swung 
her around till her back hit the door of his truck, 
his hands pinning her arms out to the side.

He watched her chest rise and fall with each 
breath she took, her hardened nipples reaching 
upwards, calling out for him to appease their 
suffering.  Scully's mouth went dry as he raked 
his eyes over her breasts, her stomach, then down 
to her legs.  His hand followed slowly behind, 
only allowing the briefest of contact on her skin, 
making her quiver under his lightest touch.  

The pressure of Doggett's hand increased as he 
found her thigh, pushing her skirt up a fraction 
of an inch, his eyes locked with hers for a moment 
before she closed them and moaned.  He tested the 
soft flesh with his thumb, stroking her inner 
thigh, moving it slow circles as he moved it 
higher and higher.  Scully's moaning became more 
urgent, and  a little quieter as her breathing 
became heavier.  

"Someone could see us."

John didn't care, and told her so with a quick 
flick to the sweet flesh between her legs.  She 
bucked uncontrollably as the contact sent a 
lightning bolt through her body, his name 
whispered off of her lips.

Scully felt his mouth on hers, a tender swift kiss
to get her attention.  When she opened her mouth
further to invite him in, she felt his tongue 
slide gently over the roof of her mouth, just as 
his finger slid home below.  With every stroke of 
his hand, he matched it with a kiss.  

She became primal as she saw in her mind what they
must look like from anyone that would pass by,
bucking and writhing, him pressing her against the 
side of the truck.  He was ruthless with her body, 
his mouth finding it's way down to her breast.  
Her silk tank didn't deter the heat of his mouth, 
nor did it inhibit him from flicking her nipple 
with his tongue.  Scully found herself growing 
weak in the knees as he continued to lavish her 
breast with his mouth, as he continued to pump 
into her with his finger.  Encircling his neck 
with her arms, she began to pull herself up.  
Doggett about lost it when he felt her legs wrap 
around his waist, his aching erection being
allowed to rub where his hand stroked.

She whined in his ear, "Not without you, John...
not the first time."

His hands beat hers to the button fly of his jeans. 
With a violent tug, Scully found that her man 
liked going commando.  No boxers or briefs to get 
her fingers entangled, nothing but his massive 
cock that made her mouth water.

Guiding him with her fingers, she felt him hesitate
once the tip hit home, "Dana, " she heard in her
ear.

"Make love to me, John."

His moment of doubt was over.  Doggett inched
himself in, relishing the feel as the head slipped 
inside.  Her loud 'Oh!' rumbled, the sound branding 
him while inside her.  Taking a breath, he became 
completely still, savoring the feel.

"Oh, God, John. Stop teasing me..."

With a maddening slowness, he delved deeper inside
Scully, stretching her with a fullness that made 
her want to scream to the heavens.  He was 
unbelievably evil, torturing her with a tiny 
thrust, and then stilling himself as his hand 
would push her top down, massaging her breast, 
licking it with precision that made Scully groan 
and beat on his back with a balled fist.

Just as she thought she would die from pleasure,
Doggett began to pump.  Long strokes, slow, but
measured.  It was perfect.  With  his silky tongue,
he pulled her nipple into his mouth, and began to 
suck in time with each thrust into her pelvis.  He 
moved his hands down to her ass to get a better 
grip, holding her pelvis still as he began to 
build his drive.  

That drive, became furious.

Scully thought her eyes were going to roll into 
the back of her  head, she was in so much pleasure 
pain.

He was blinding her with each pounding stroke, her
mind playing, her body feeling every inch of him. 
She felt her body begin to sway, and realized that
Doggett was fucking her so hard, his truck was 
rocking.

She wondered how long she would last, as his mouth
moved to suck on her earlobe, "You feel so fucking
good, Dana."

Her mind exploded as did her body,  she felt the
climax rock her body back hard against the truck. 
She heard him yowl as her vaginal walls clamped 
down on his cock, draining every last drop of his 
own orgasm into her.  He slumped against her, 
pinning her underneath his weight.  His hands 
pulled her close, his face hidden inside the nape 
of her neck.

Scully felt  euphorically happy, but sore.  It had
been years since she'd had mind ripping sex, hell,
sex at all, and John Doggett hadn't been gentle.  
She grinned thinking about it.

Her over sensitized skin howled when she felt his
hand on her breast, his fingers grazing over the 
tip.  All of a sudden, he began to move inside her 
again, however, not to withdraw.

Blushing, she felt her body respond once again to
the stimulation of his tongue, then to  the 
growing member that was now beginning to pulsate 
between her legs.  Before she could say his name, 
Doggett was grinding into her.  He was deliberate 
with his strokes this time, manipulating each 
thrust in, and then every back thrust out, all the 
while still nibbling on her breast.

"John..."  Scully couldn't speak, he was taking 
the breath out of her.

She tried again.

A jolt of adrenalin rushed through her body when 
his eyes met hers.

"I told you.  Gonna regret... wanted you for a 
very long time." he emphasized the last three 
words with hard, swift stokes.

Scully's eyes really did roll into the back of her
head.

Doggett couldn't hold her up anymore.  With one
step, he moved her away from the door, then with 
one hand, and not a beat missed, he whipped the 
driver's side open and threw Scully on the seat.  
He maneuvered himself between her legs, kneeling 
on the edge so he could have better leverage.  He 
rocked her body till she thought she'd explode.  
The feeling was so intense, her back came off the 
seat, arching her breasts upward only to be caught 
once again, momentarily, in his mouth.  Doggett 
pulled at her hips, forcing her body to match his 
intensity.  The sound of skin slapping on skin, 
male grunts and her own heavy breathing, pushed 
Scully over the edge again.  Their music exotic 
and wet, painted a picture of two animals feeding 
off of each other for survival. The feeling was 
overwhelming, intoxicating, and Scully climaxed 
again, violently.

John pumped once, twice and then released a groan
that made Scully wish they were in the jungle.

~~~~~~~~~

His heavy breath was on her neck, his body's 
weight landing softly on her belly.  "I shouldn't 
have done that."

Scully almost panicked, "John, I wanted that as
badly as you did."

A moment passed, then another.  Then, gently, John
whispered in her ear , "I'll never regret what 
just happened, Dana.  It was too intense to ever 
forget, however, I shouldn't have done that,"

With a focus made of steel, Dana prayed he wasn't
finished...he wasn't.

His hands wrapped around her stomach, moving her 
so he could rest behind her inside the cab.  He 
closed the door with his foot, the heat of his 
chest rubbing against her back, trying to melt the 
ice of uncertainty.  "It's just ...I don't think I 
have the energy to drive us home, now.  If I'd had 
any control, I would have waited."

Scully began to laugh.  It was loud, unrestrained
and made anything unsaid, totally unimportant.  
She was so relieved she realized she was starving.

"I would do anything for a soft shell taco." 

Unable to resist, John joined in the laughter, 
"You what?"

Smiling, she twisted around to face him, "I'd do
anything for a soft shell taco, John."

Whatever was left from their shared mirth, was now
bouncing off the windows, resurrecting the hunger
for more than food, fusing it with the heat of the
scalding stare between them.  

"You're hungry?"

She could feel the thunder of his question in the
small of her back, through her chest as it pierced
more than her ears.

"Yes." she whispered.

John's icy blue eyes turned the color of the sea,
flowing over her face in search of everything that
seemed to make his life complete at that moment. 
Slowly, he nodded, then removed his body from 
behind hers, helping her to straighten her skirt 
when she sat up.  

"Soft shell, huh?"

She grinned when she saw his smirk, "Please."

Shaking his head as he started the truck, he 
placed a hand on her knee.  "Not quite what I had 
in mind, Dana, but, the night is young."

The hand on her knee slid north, finding a better
home just below the hem of her short skirt.

"Get me my taco, John, and this night," she pulled
the fabric up, looking down at his strong fingers, 
"and many others, will be yours for the taking."


The End