TITLE: Pretty Damn Special
AUTHOR: Dogg'N'Scull (with contributions by Donna#3)
EMAIL: thorfinna@s...
RATING: NC-17
KEYWORDS: DSR, AU
SPOILERS: none other than knowledge of the existence of Doggett and 
Scully
DISCAIMER:  Not mine, I'm being forced to do this, it is my just
and 
right punishment.
SUMMARY: Doggett and Scully share some quality time together with 
mixed results
NOTES: So here's my first punishment smut written for the IWTB
list. 
Some of it came out of a night of writing a NES (never ending story, 
what you guys are calling Pairs writing I think) with Donna#3, 
everything else is mine. Hope this <ahem> satisfies...Dogg


Dana smiled as she wiped the last traces of her ice cream 
from her chilled lips, shaking her head as she regarded John. Their 
relationship, while not new, was still new enough that they could be 
nervous and flirtatious with each other, and she'd been pleasantly 
surprised to discover that John Doggett was quite the romantic, as he 
continued to prove. This was yet another example of it, springing the 
date on her at the last minute. 
   
The dinner had been wonderful, and he'd surprised her again 
by taking her across town to a little ice cream parlor where he 
bought them both soft cones, and she'd loved the smile in his eyes so 
much that she'd indulged him, and actually let herself have it. 
They'd been strolling down the sidewalk back towards his truck when 
he'd asked if she'd like to go for a drive with him, and, intrigued, 
she'd said sure. 
    
So, now they were sitting together comfortably in his truck, 
parked off the side of the road in the middle of nowhere without any 
sign of streetlights or civilization.
    
"Is this where you take all your dates?" she asked, arching 
an eyebrow.
    
He grinned. "Ah, you found me out," he said.
    
She smiled, though she couldn't help the small doubt that 
tugged at her.
    
He seemed to notice and chastised her. "Hey, c'mon. I'm 
kiddin'." He was silent a moment. "I've never taken anyone here," he 
confessed.
    
She turned to him, curious. "Is it a special place for you?" 
    
"Yeah, you could say that. It's a special place."
    
"... are you going to tell me why its so special?" she asked 
when he didn't elaborate.
    
He shook his head. "Not yet," he grinned. He opened the door 
and climbed out, jogging around to her side before she could open her 
own door. 
    
She waited, letting him play the gentleman. Of course, he 
didn't have to play, she reflected, when he was the real thing.
    
John opened the passenger door and held a hand up to 
her. "C'mon," he cajoled.
    
Suppressing a grin, she heaved an overly dramatic sigh and 
took his hand.
    
He laughed. "I promise it won't be too trying for you," he 
said as he helped her out. 
    
"Are you going to tell me what it is we're supposed to be 
doing out here?" she asked him slyly.
    
He laughed again. "Yeah. Look up."
    
She gazed above their heads to the star filled sky, a full 
moon hanging heavy and luminescent, seemingly right over them. She 
quirked an eyebrow at him. "Star-gazing?" she asked, skeptically.
    
"Sure," he said sincerely and tugged on her hand. "C'mon." He 
led her around to the back of the truck and lowered the tailgate. 
Lifting her gently, he sat her on the edge and leaned in to kiss her 
nose quickly before climbing into the truck bed.
    
Scully watched him, amused, as he set about laying out a 
blanket for them to lie on. Uh-huh, she thought. When he'd suggested 
they go for a drive after the ice cream, he'd made it sound like a 
spur of the moment idea, but she was beginning to have her doubts. 

Not that she was complaining. She liked John Doggett. She 
liked him a lot. And John Doggett the man was completely 
different from John Doggett the Special Agent. 

John the man laughed a lot, and he smiled constantly. He was 
playful and mischievous as well as the aforementioned romantic. 
He could take so much pleasure from the simplest things, like 
stargazing, she thought, and she was slowly learning to do the 
same.

    
"Come and sit," John invited her, lying back on the blanket.
    
She smiled at him and turned onto her knees to crawl next to 
him, then stretched out beside him, head resting on a makeshift 
pillow of a second, rolled blanket. She sighed happily.
    
"Beautiful," John said softly, staring at her.
    
She kept her eyes on the stars, choosing to interpret that as 
a statement about them. "Yes, it is. This is a lovely spot, John," 
she whispered.
    
"I'm glad you like it."
    
She could smell him, lying next to her, all cotton, leather 
and soap. A clean smell, but so much more. She watched him out of the 
corner of her eye, aware of his gaze, but choosing not to acknowledge 
it yet, instead drawing out the sweetness of the moment, just the two 
of them together, not another person in the world.
    
John reached behind him and came back with a bottle and two 
glasses and Scully couldn't suppress a grin. 
    
Spur of the moment my ass, she laughed to herself. 
    
He gave her a rakish grin in return. 
    
She shook her head as he worked the cork loose and gasped 
aloud as it popped, spraying a cold shower of zinfandel over her, 
droplets cascading down the exposed flesh of her v-neck.
    
"Sorry," he chuckled, his voice warm and deep. He pulled out 
a handkerchief and held it out, offering it to her.
    
Instead of taking it, she leaned forward, a wicked gleam in 
her eye as she pulled the fabric of her t-shirt away from the 
moisture, allowing him a tantalizing view of her cleavage while 
inviting him to dry her skin.
    
Doggett hesitated only a second before gently, oh so slowly, 
drawing the cloth over her warm skin, skimming the hollow at the base 
of her throat and trailing over a collarbone.
    
Scully shivered at the contact, the heat of his hand 
apparent, even through the fabric of the handkerchief. She wanted to 
feel that heat, wanted it burning against her skin and she caught his 
hand, gently prying the cloth from his fingers before pressing him 
back against her bared flesh.
    
His eyes fixed on his hand as it touched her skin and he let 
out a long breath, one he hadn't realized he'd been holding. He moved 
his gaze up to hers, their eyes locking as he felt the rise and fall 
of her chest quicken, his own breathing coming faster now as he 
leaned towards her. He saw her mouth open, her tongue darting out to 
moisten her lips, and all pretense of this star-gazing evening 
evaporated... he was suddenly sliding his hand up into her hair and 
pulling her mouth to his as she surged forward to meet him.
    
She threw her arm across his waist, pulling him closer, and 
ran a hand up the soft cotton of his well-worn t-shirt. Feeling his 
tongue play at the corner of her mouth, she parted her lips, allowing 
him entrance, moaning as his tongue sought out hers.
    
A deep rumble worked its way from his throat as he slowly 
explored the contours of her mouth. She tasted sweet, sweeter than 
that obligatory bottle of wine he'd brought, sweet like the vanilla 
ice cream she'd had after dinner, sweet like nothing he's ever tasted 
before.
    
Scully began kneading his chest, gasping as his tongue moved 
against hers. He was a good kisser. She liked kissing too, but knew 
it wouldn't be enough for either of them for much longer. She gave in 
first, broke their kiss and whispered, "Touch me," and was left 
speechless by the raw hunger in his eyes. 
    
He knew what she wanted, knew how she liked him to touch her 
and he worked his hands from her hair down along her neck slowly, his 
lips following.
    
She pressed a wet kiss against his jaw and murmured his name, 
sighing.
    
He growled and urged her to lie back, stretching out half 
beside her, half on top of her as she did.
    
She moaned as he settled his weight on her, her hand splaying 
across his back as his right hand slid over her breast, came back up, 
and then down again to rest on it completely. He felt her stomach 
twitch as she tensed in arousal, arching into his palm and then she 
tugged at his shirt, working it free from his belt as he gave her a 
lazy smile and leaned in to claim her lips once more.
    
She smoothed her palms flat against his back and ran them up 
under his shirt, feeling the muscles as they moved smoothly against 
one another as he breathed.  He moved his thumb in small circles over 
her hardening nipple, sending little thrills through her body and she 
gasped, shuddering as he slid his hand low across her stomach and 
then up and under the fabric to touch her, her skin burning. Her head 
fell back as she breathed a sigh and he gently edged her shirt up, 
revealing the creamy expanse of her abdomen. It seemed the most 
natural thing in the world for him to dip his head and place a moist 
kiss just below her navel. 
    
"My spot," he mumbled, his lips tickling her skin. 
    
"Yes," she breathed, leaning down to plant a kiss on the 
place where his neck and shoulder met. Every inch of her body was his 
spot; he'd laid his claim. 
    
He raised her shirt further, exposing more of her milky skin, 
peppering it with kisses, each followed by a murmured, "Mine."
    
He came to the valley of her breasts and rested there, his 
tongue painting circles on her flesh. She waited, tensely, holding 
her breath and he grinned, dipping to nip at her ribs and she sucked 
in a surprised gasp of breath. He leaned back enough to raise her 
back off the bed of his truck and he pulled the shirt off her, his 
eyes drawn to the silk-covered peaks of her breasts. 
    
"God," he breathed. 
    
She reached for him, drawing him down to nuzzle between her 
breasts, her back arching as his hands cupped them firmly, his mouth 
moving over the satiny fabric of her bra, seeking out her hidden 
areola.
    
His tongue caressed her nipple through the thin fabric, his 
thumb finding the other and she whispered his name on a moan. His 
free hand worked its way down the smooth flesh of her stomach and 
stopped at the waistband of her slacks where he ran his fingers back 
and forth maddeningly. He popped open the button of her slacks and 
paused to look up into her eyes. 
    
She gazed back at him through eyes heavy with arousal, 
an "oh" on her lips as she shifted beneath him, the ache between her 
thighs growing more demanding. 
    
He grinned and lowered his head, his lips finding her nipple 
again as he slid the zipper down slowly and ran his hand across the 
front of her panties.
    
She squeezed her eyes shut, catching her bottom lip between 
her teeth as she shifted restlessly, urging his hand on. Small, 
inarticulate sounds of pleasure punctuated each searching thrust of 
her hips as the pressure of his hand seared her through the scrap of 
fabric.
    
Doggett laid his head against her breasts as his hand teased 
the v between her legs. He could feel the intense heat, burning 
through her panties; feel the moistness of the fabric as his fingers 
danced over her. Finally he nudged his fingers past the elastic 
waistband and into the steamy, damp hairs of her sex. 
    
Scully's hands clenched on his back, one clawing up to his 
hair to grasp at the short strands. "Oh God," she breathed as his 
finger found its way between her slick folds and touched her in that 
most intimate place. Any reserve she may have had about doing this 
out here was swept away by the feel of his fingers, touching, there, 
where she's wanted them from the beginning. 
    
He slid a finger inside her slowly and her breath caught and 
stuttered as her hips bucked in response. He withdrew his hand and 
she whimpered, a sound of dismay, but he raised his head from her 
breast and trapped her eyes with his own, staring into them as he 
brought the finger that was so recently inside her to his lips. His 
tongue darted out and licked the tip before he drew it into his mouth 
and sucked with a growl. It was the most intensely erotic thing she'd 
ever experienced, and the wave of arousal it precipitated stole her 
breath away.
    
She yanked hard on his t-shirt, pulling it up and over his 
head before she pulled him back down on top of her, reveling in the 
feel of his heavy weight as he settled against her. His hand made its 
way back down and found a gentle rhythm, urging her along the path to 
immortality. She lifted her head and reached out with her tongue to 
lick the ridge of his ear, her breath whispering over his flesh as 
she pressed her face against him and sighed. He shivered, 
hypersensitive as she whispered in his ear. 
    
"You have no idea how much I need you." 
    
He groaned, his cock pulsing with need and he thrust into her 
hip, his hardness pressing firmly against her. She reached between 
them, her hand seeking and finding the swell of his member and she 
pressed her palm against him, relishing the sound that issued from 
his throat as he clutched her tightly. 
    
"John," she breathed, squeezing him gently.
    
Her hot breath on his ear sent a thrill to every nerve in his 
body, the sound of his name falling from her lips in that sultry 
voice he'd never tire of while her hand caressed him was almost more 
than he could bear. The urge to be inside her was too strong to deny 
and he peeled her slacks and underwear from her body smoothly, 
kissing his way down her thighs as he did. She sat up and removed her 
bra, tossing it behind them, then he gently pushed her back onto the 
blanket, worshipping her body with his eyes. He pulled himself free 
of his jeans, sliding the restrictive denim down his legs and off, 
his boxers with them.
    
Scully trembled as he settled himself between her legs, his 
cock nestling between them. He reached out his own trembling hand and 
gently brushed a strand of hair from her face. Her eyes opened, the 
look in them unreadable, but the insistent thrust of her hips left no 
doubt to her desire. 
    
"Dana," he whispered, his lips dancing over hers. "You know 
I'm in love with you."
    
"I know," she answered, her hips moving restlessly beneath 
his. She didn't say it back, but he hadn't expected her to. Instead 
she reached between them and guided him to her. He slid slowly into 
her, savoring the feel of her hot, wet walls surrounding him and she 
inhaled sharply, pressing her face into his throat. Then he was 
moving, taking the first steps of that ancient dance men and women 
had enacted since the beginning of time.
    
She delighted in the full feel of him inside of her and 
wrapped her legs around his hips to allow him deeper access, meeting 
each of his thrusts with one of her own. His gravelly voice whispered 
in her ear, "God, you're incredible," and she answered it with a 
throaty moan. God, this was so good.
    
His movements grew more erratic as he drew closer to the 
edge, his limbs trembling as he willed himself to maintain control. 
Blindly, he thrust his hand between them, reaching for her clitoris, 
drawing circles around it frantically as his hips jerked and spasmed 
and with a shout, he emptied himself inside her.  
    
He groaned inwardly, knowing she hadn't come with him, and 
set to work with his fingers again. "'M sorry... " he panted, "I 
just ... I couldn't... God.. I couldn't...hold it...anymore."
    
She shook her head, writhing beneath his hand. "...s'okay.. 
just don't stop... oh..." she moaned, clutching his arm as she 
teetered on the edge, her breath tearing from her lungs as she 
tumbled over, her body trembling as she gasped for air.
    
"John... God..." she panted as she came down, her hand 
resting on top of his, still between her legs. He nuzzled the side of 
her throat, answering with a little sound of satisfaction. She sighed 
and turned towards him, resting her head on his arm as he pulled her 
close, smiling at her with a heavy-lidded gaze.
    
He kissed her sweetly, lingering on her lips and then moved 
up to brush his lips over her cheeks and then each eyelid, roaming 
across her face softly. 
    
"Are you going to tell me yet?" she whispered, running her 
hands through his hair.
    
"Hmm? Tell you what?" he murmured, his lips tickling her ear.
    
"Why this place is so special to you?"
    
"Mmmm..." he chuckled. "It wasn't so special before now, just 
a spot I came across a couple of years ago," he said. "But now..."
    
"Now?" she asked, quirking an eyebrow at him.
    
"Now it's the place we made love under the stars. I think 
that's pretty damn special, don't you?"
    
A smile bloomed on her face and she leaned in to kiss 
him. "Yes. It is."
    
He smiled at her, his expression changing to a more serious 
one. "And, uh..." he cleared his throat, "I also thought, it might be 
the place where we started something new..." 
    
Something in his tone caused her smile to fade and as he 
reached behind him and pulled forth a small, velvet box she felt her 
heart leap to her throat fearfully. A nervous look flitted across his 
face as he opened the jewelry box and held it out to her. She stared 
back at him for a long moment before letting her gaze shift to his 
hand.
    
A ring. 
    
--Shit.
   
She closed her eyes with a sigh, an ache filling her heart. 
Why was he doing this?
    
"I'm not askin' you now," he said, his voice rough as he 
closed the box, and she opened her eyes to meet his warily. "I'm just 
makin' a promise that someday I will."
    
"John..." 
    
"I don't want you to say anything," he said, placing the box 
in her hand and covering it with his own. "I just want you to hold 
onto this, for that day, when it's right. Will you do that?"
    
She stared back at him, her eyes sad, and she sat up, pulling 
her hand from between his - leaving the ring. 
    
"No," she said, and slid off the back of the truck, pulling 
the blanket around herself. 
    
John stared after her as she walked a little way away, then 
hung his head, his heart aching.
    
It was several long minutes before she came back to find him 
leaning against the truck, dressed, his head tilted forward as he 
stared at the ground blankly. Her clothes had been piled neatly on 
the tailgate and she said nothing as she quickly pulled them on.
 
John opened the door for her silently as she came around to the 
passenger side and she climbed in, unable to meet his eyes. He went 
to the back of the truck and closed the tailgate, leaning against it, 
his hands gripping it so tightly that his knuckles whitened. With a 
sigh he let go, clenching his hands into fists for a minute, before 
finally moving to the driver's side door and climbing in.
    
Neither of them said a word as he started the truck and 
turned them around, heading for the highway. It was a long, silent 
drive back home.
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