Title: Intangible Fantasy
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Mulder finds out with whom John Doggett is preoccupied with.
Sequel to "The End of a Love Affair"
Timeline: After 3 Words
Archive: Yes, just ask first.
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Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not mine. Damn.
Lyrics to ‘Crazy’ by Steven Tyler, Joe Perry & Desmond Child. Copyright 1992, no infringement intended.
She stood in front of the open closet doors, ruminating on the items of clothing before her eyes. Hmmm, what to wear, what to wear? Shouldn’t be a tedious task. The shower was on and the bathroom was ensconced in steam which was filtering out into the bedroom. Mindful of the warmth, she bobbed her head from side to side, elevating herself to one foot as her eyes skimmed the racks of clothes. Well hell, it was a walk-in closet, she ought to just walk in. Doing so, she flipped on the light and scanned her section. This was much more convenient than the tiny closet she’d been subjected to at her apartment. Well, it was still her apartment; she had yet to rid herself of it, but it’d been a while since she’d felt the need to be in it. The house was so much more comfortable and much more suited to her taste. When things had stepped up, and she thought the pace at which things moved was fast but she was not frightful of it, he’d given her a key and made the suggestion that she could move in whenever she liked. At first, she’d been hesitant, she was after all, fiercely independent. But as her love for him grew and was reciprocated, she realized that his offer in no way impugned on her independence. He just wanted her with him. And with him was a good place to be.
Dana Scully smiled to herself, tugging on the hem of John’s Marines T-shirt. It was all she wore. She’d become used to donning his T-shirts around the house. In fact, she’d become used to a lot of things since they’d gotten together. His obvious adoration of her son, ridiculously spoiling him and even so far mentioning that he wanted to adopt him. Scully supposed his request warranted a great deal of thought; after all, the two-carat engagement diamond she now sported was very evident of John’s devotion to her. He had asked her a week ago, during one of their Saturday television marathons, replete with pizza. One of the stations had a Clint Eastwood marathon playing, and during ‘Magnum Force’ of all movies, John’d simply dropped down before her and asked her to marry him. Stunned at first because their personal relationship was a little over six months old, Scully had not been able to speak. John had taken her hand and impaled her with those beautiful silver-blue eyes of his and repeated his request, following it with, “I know you think this might be a little soon, but not for me. I’ve never been more sure of anythin’ else in my life.” He paused to swallow and squeezed her hand. “Marry me, Kath. Please. Let me be your husband and a father to the fat little joker.” His use of Devon’s nickname always made her smile and this time was no different, even through the tears she’d begun to silently shed upon hearing him. She nodded, making her hair flop and breathed “yes.” He slid the ring on and hugged her fiercely, then kissed her.
Scully twirled the sparkly on her finger as she walked out of the closet. No one knew she was engaged; this week she’d had to do several autopsies and hadn’t worn her ring. They were going to the FBI Annual Company Picnic today and would make the announcement then. Scully smiled. Good. She was ready to flaunt her ring and her man in front of everybody.
The shower ended and he came out, a towel around his hips. He hadn’t bothered to dry off and his dark blond hair was curly and dripping. He came and stood behind where she was, in front of the closet doors again, still shaking her head. He put his hands on her shoulders and kissed her neck.
“Mmn Jay…I’m trying to find something to wear…”
His hands came up around to cup her breasts through the Marines T-shirt as he continued kissing her neck. “What you’re wearin’ now is fine.”
“I can’t wear this to the picnic…I’m naked under here and this shirt isn’t nearly as long as I thought.”
“Mmmm,” he breathed, his wet hands leaving her breasts and sneaking under the shirt hem, “even better.”
“Jay,” she breathed but let it go when one hand found its way back to her breasts and the other slipped between her thighs.
“Kath,” he replied, his fingers gently stroking her now-swelled pubis.
“Please…”
“I will.”
She turned her head to meet his and they kissed. His strokes moved faster and then his fingers went deeper. She parted her legs for him, shamelessly giving into her lust. No one would have ever made her believe, prior to their relationship, that this man was a skilled, fantastic lover. Not in a million years. He’d brought out things in her she never knew existed. The screaming woman that was her libido was always in a constant state of semi-arousal just being around him. He did things that made her melt, turned her into a sticky, drippy mass of feminine goop, made her want to roll over each morning and call in sick. He was a patient, considerate and thrilling lover, sometimes reducing her to tears in the aftermath of her climaxes. Sometimes she would call him just to hear his voice and he’d whisper promises that left her redder than a traffic light which he’d follow up on when they got home. Six months was all it took for her to fall head over heels in love with John Jay Doggett.
His feelings for her were the same. She’d brought back peace and love in his life, sharing herself and her child with him, becoming the wine to the empty vessel he was. Never knowing if he would ever get over losing Luke and then his wife, the woman that was Dana Scully had given him another chance at real life. He adored Devon and the baby was crazy about him as well, his clear blue eyes lighting up every time he saw John. And Dana herself…what a woman. He’d begun calling her Kath not long after they’d gotten together. She left him speechless half the time and the other half, he was content to look at her. He knew that he wanted to marry her not too long after they’d gotten together. Diamonds as rare as she was didn’t go loose for long and he could never understand why Mulder’d never laid claim to her. Oh well, his loss. And he would see to it that she would never want for anything. He was crazy nuts in love with her.
Today they would let the world know. That is, if they could stay out of bed long enough to get dressed.
She lay on her back under him, kissing him, her hands in his hair. He lay atop her, one hand stroking her leg, the other cupping a breast.
“Take off the towel,” she murmured against his mouth.
“Take off the shirt,” he breathed, pressing into her.
Her eyes opened, meeting his and they both grinned. Simultaneously the towel and the shirt came off and sailed over their heads. And then it was on.
Sometime later, after another shower, Scully was once again standing in front of the closet doors. This time she wore a bra and thong panties. She looked content and smug, one of those perfect “after great sex” expressions was plastered on her face. Boy, they’d just had some great sex. Six years of none and then off the bat, she was getting stuck properly on a daily basis. Every day, at least twice, sometimes three…Scully was a confirmed addict of John’s sexual expertise. Better than morning coffee was their morning nookie. She sighed. If he was good at nothing else, he was good at that. She’d become a shameless freak and he indulged that trait.
“Jay, what should I wear?”
He’d finally put on some boxers and jeans and was ironing a polo shirt, a towel thrown over his head.
“A dress.”
“A dress? To a picnic? Why would I wear a dress to a cookout?”
His blue eyes met hers. She stared back at him, a grin splitting her face. “You are such a freak!”“Like you can talk. Wear that red one you bought the other day…that two piece thingy…that one.”
She’d reached for the dress and held it up. “You want me to wear this little thing to a cookout?”
He looked at it and then at her. “On second thought, you can wear it for me when we get home.” He was grinning lasciviously.
“Okay, then what?”
“I really would like you in a dress.”
“Why? So you can sneak some at the cookout?” She was shaking her head. He was freaky and oh, did she love it!
“You never know when the opportunity may arise,” he deadpanned.
“If it arises like it just did, we’d better stay home.”
“Why don’t you wear one of those sleeveless ones…that blue one there…yeah, with the side splits. Shows off your eyes.”
“You dolt, it shows off my curves. Everyone will think I have implants!” She’d maintained her hips and breasts after giving birth to her son and her professional attire never gave away her secret. John loved her new curvy form and let her know it.
“Let ‘em think what they want…it’s what I think that matters.”
She eyed him. “You’re right.”
Scully slipped the cerulean blue dress over her head and slunked towards the mirror, arms akimbo, ending in a hip shot pose.
“No one will recognize me in this.”
He smiled. “We’ll match, at least.” His polo shirt was the same color as her dress.
Scully put on her diamond stud earrings and gold watch and readjusted her engagement ring. She chose a pair of silver short heeled sandals to complete her look. John wolf-whistled.
“I’ll find a way to get you, you know that, right?” he said, that twinkle in his eye.
She blew a kiss at him before going to check on Devon. “You’d better.”
The baby was playing in his bed, his chunky arms and legs waving in delight at the musical mobile John had hung over his bed. His large blue eyes landed on his mother and he squealed in delight. She leaned down and picked him up, kissing his head and squeezing his diaper.
“How’s my fat little joker? Hmmm, wet I see.”
She laid Devon on the changing table John built and called for John to run some warm water in the basin so she could give him a quick bath.
“No, I’ll bathe him…he’ll get you soaked and then where would you be?”
“Standing back in front of the closet in my bra and panties.”
His eyes gleaming, he handed her the baby. She whapped his shoulder. “You naughty, naughty man! Go on so we can go so we can get back.”
Scully followed John into the bathroom where he ran lukewarm water in the sink, adding a squirt of baby bubble bath. “Kath, if you don’t wanna go, we don’t have to…you know I like our Saturdays as they are…”
“Well, I do want to go, if for nothing else so I can share my wonderful news.” She leaned under his shoulder, pressing a kiss to his protruding pec.
“Our news,” he said, the smile remaining on his face. He bathed Devon, who wanted to splash, but for whatever reason, John never ended up soaked when he bathed the baby. Scully however, usually got drenched.
“I bought ‘em an outfit the other day, look in his top drawer.” Drying off Devon, he powdered the baby’s cute pink tush and diapered him. He held Devon up in the air and the baby dribbled all over him. John laughed and cradled him close. Scully’s baby had worked his way so deep into John’s heart that nothing would ever replace him. John found it emancipating to be able to love Scully’s child as much as he’d loved his own.
Scully came back into the room with a miniature cerulean blue shirt and jeans. She was beaming. “Jay, you bought him an outfit to match yours! When?”
Holding Devon, he turned to her. “I was on my way home and stopped to pick up my shoes and saw a shirt shop that did emblems. You didn’t see the back, didja?”
Scully turned the shirt around. It had a #1 in the center and curved above was written in tiny block letters: FAT LIL’ JOKER.
“Ah! I love it!” She opened her arms and hugged John, kissing his lips and decidedly squashing the baby who cried out.
“Whoops! Sorry, sweetheart. Let me take him. I’ll dress him. You go ahead and put on your own shirt…before I bite your nipples.”
“Don’t tempt me, Kath.” He smiled and went to put on his shirt.
He packed the baby bag. John carried it and Devon’s stroller out and put them in his truck. Scully came out, her sunglasses on, looking up at the sky. “Good day for a company picnic.”
“Yeah.” He opened the passenger door, holding Devon while she settled herself.
“Want me to put him in the car seat?”
“Yes. Here, put these on him so he doesn’t go blind.” Scully unfolded a tiny pair of blue kiddy sunglasses and John put them on the squirming Devon, who immediately grew still as the sun was now out of his eyes. John got in the truck, put on his own shades, and started the engine. They headed for the park. While he was driving, Scully, lulled into the peaceful state she’d been in since accepting John’s proposal, allowed her left hand to slide across the seat and cover John’s right hand, which covered the gearshift. She squeezed his fingers.
“I love you,” she said, turning to look at him.
He looked back as he slowed at a red light. “Love you more,” he replied.
Just then, Devon let out a loud belch. Scully shook her head, not bothering to hide her laughter. “Talk about ruining the moment.” She turned to look at her son in his car seat, drooling on his “Big Guy” bib. The baby beamed at her. Scully beamed back. Life was too perfect. But as things stood, she was long overdue for this type of perfection. Long overdue. She reached back and smoothed his bib when he let out another burp.
“Jeez, Kath…what are you feedin’ the fat little joker?”
She gave him a seductive look, staring at him over the tops of her shades. “Same thing I feed you.”
He met her gaze. The air between them was instantly electric. Scully found herself warm and not from the sun. Blowing a minute kiss at him…she supposed she would not endanger her child nor John by giving in to her primal choice, which was to give him a little head as he drove. Way things were now, he was liable to wreck. So she turned her attention to the radio and turned it on. Aerosmith was playing and Scully sat back, moving her head to the beat. ‘Crazy’ was one of her favorite Aerosmith tunes. She began to sing along.
“Say you’re leavin’ on a seven-thirty train and you’re headin’ out to Hollywood…
Girl you been givin’ me that line so many times it kinda gets like feelin’ bad looks good…”
Right on cue, John jumped in. Singing in the truck was a ritual now.
“That kinda lovin’ turns a man to slave, that kinda lovin’ sends a man right to his grave…”
They looked at each other and grinned as the chorus came in.
“I go crazy, crazy, baby I go crazy
You turn it on, then you’re gone
Yeah you drive me crazy, crazy, crazy for you baby
What can I do, honey I feel like color blue…”
Singing in the truck with John while he drove was so liberating. Scully never thought that being in love would have driven her to participate in such foolish acts, but she did and did so happily. It was bliss, loving the way they did. She prayed it would never end. Devon babbled his little part in the refrain, sighing as only a contented baby can. Scully turned to look at him again. “Crazy, crazy, crazy for you baby…” When Devon answered by way of a slobbery grin, his blue eyes looking past Scully to John, she turned to look at John and then back at Devon. “You see Daddy, sweetheart? See Daddy drive?” And she realized what she said the same time as John. He barely managed to keep his foot on the gas, but he turned to face her, pulling off his shades and meeting her gaze full-bore. His eyes…she’d learned to read them… ‘Daddy?’
She reached over the seat to tickle Devon, making him giggle, and then used the same hand to stroke John’s cheek. “Yes. Daddy.”
Luckily a red light came up. John threw the truck in park and reached over, cradling Scully’s cheeks in his hands, kissing her lips in gratitude. He had asked her about adopting Devon some time before he’d asked for her hand and she’d never said anything one way or the other and he’d let it go. He didn’t want to push the issue with her.
But now…she’d said yes…yes…and now Devon could legally be his son. Was there anything that could possibly not make him love Dana Scully more than he did right at this moment? Not hardly.
The car behind them honked its irritation at their delay with the green light. Quickly, John broke away from Scully and resumed his driving. The smile remained on his face.
They parked the truck in the parking lot. Foregoing using Devon’s stroller, Scully shouldered the baby and John carried the bag as they walked across the grass. There were hundreds of people already gathered, clustering.
“Guess who has grill duty,” John said, adjusting his and Devon’s sunglasses.
“I hope not Mulder.”
“Naah. Skinner. He and the other ADs are workin’ the grill today. Skinner didn’t look too pleased when he found out.”
“I don’t blame him. It’s too hot to slave over a grill all day.”
A few minutes’ walking saw them near a bank of picnic tables under a copse of trees near the grills. Indeed, the AD was standing over one of the grills, a wet towel over his bald head.
“Sir?”
Skinner looked up, seeing John and Scully and the baby. What looked like a smile broke out on his face. He wiped his hands and came over to them, extending a hand to John.
“Agent Doggett,” he said, his eyes coming to Scully. He extended his hand and she took it.
“How are you, Scully?”
“Wonderful, sir.”
“Quantico treating you right?”
“I love it. Life is really good.”
“It must be. You’re glowing.”
“Well sir,” she adjusted Devon, “we want you to be the first to hear the good news. John and I are getting married.” She extended her hand so that he could see her ring. Skinner stared at it for a moment.
“Married?” He looked at John, who had a big kiss-me-stupid smile on his face.
“Yes sir…this beautiful lady has agreed to be my wife.”
Skinner looked confused. “Okay…did I miss something? When did all this happen? I had no idea that you two were…”
“After the baby was born, officially…but things kinda began before my labor, sir. John Doggett is a wonderful man and I’m glad I didn’t let him get away from me.”
Skinner rubbed his nose. Then he smiled and shook John’s hand again and then Scully’s. Pinching Devon’s cheek, he said, “Have you told Mulder?”
“Not yet…you are the first.”
“Hmmm. No offense, John, but he won’t like this.”
Scully stood a little closer to John. “He’ll get over it.”
“Well, at any rate, Scully, I’m happy for you both. You two deserve some happiness in your life. And you are right, Agent Doggett is a good man.”
Skinner looked back at the smoking grill. “Shit! Let me go. I’ll see you two later, all right?”
“All right, sir,” said John, putting an arm around Dana.
The picnic was going strong. Skinner had given up his watch on the grill to be replaced by A.D. Kersh, who was equally not happy about having to cook. Scully sat on a bench, sipping a Coke, a sleepy Devon on her shoulder. John was sitting by her. They were engaged in animated conversation with Skinner, his PA Kim, two other agents and Director Davis. Everyone was pleased upon hearing the news of Scully’s and John’s engagement. Kim had leaned forward to whisper, “Scully, you are sooooo lucky! Damn, he is sexy!”
Scully grinned slyly and nodded, mouthing, “Yes he is,” to Kim, who almost choked on her drink, drawing looks from the men. Scully turned to John.
“Can you go get his stroller, hon? He’s all tuckered out.”
“Sure,” he said, leaning to kiss her lips and then getting up.
Scully got up, pacing back and forth. Devon was fighting sleep, whimpering as his fat little cheeks swapped back and forth for cool places on his mother’s shoulder.
“Scully!”
She looked. Mulder was coming her way. She smiled. He came up to her, giving her the eye.
“You look…great!”
“Hi,” she grinned, squeezing his arm.
“He asleep?”
“Trying to. I may have to leave soon if he doesn’t get comfortable.”
Mulder just stared at her, something wistful in his green eyes. “You really look good. Motherhood did all this?”
“Mulder, you act like I was ugly as shit before.”
“No, but…” His hand made an up-down swipe motion over her form. “You look…well…more feminine now. Don’t hit me!”
She considered. “Fair enough. There is a reason for it.”
“The baby, right?”
“No. But tell me, how’s things with the X-files?”
“All right,” he said.
“You getting along with Agent Doggett?”
“Better than I thought I would. He’s so…complacent and he even listens to my harebrained ideas and logical leaps without interruption. And he actually looks happy. I know he’s got a girlfriend. That’s the only thing I can think of that would make me act like he’s acting.”
“Is that right?”
“He’s out of the office every day by five and he never leaves his work half-done. It’s actually finished before five. Me, I can’t get out before seven. At first I was like…what in the hell is going on? Then this got to be an everyday thing. Whoever she is, she’s got him whipped, wrapped and tied.”
“Hmmm,” Scully said, trying her best not to crow.
“So Scully, what’s the reason you’re so decked out? If it ain’t the little guy here?” Mulder gently touched Devon’s head.
“Well, Mulder, I’m—“
Just then, John came up with Devon’s stroller. Mulder looked at him.
“Agent Mulder.” John said by way of greeting. He put up the baby’s stroller and took him from Scully, gently laying him down and pulling forward the sunroof.
Mulder watched the proceeding, silent. Scully could tell by the look in his eye that he wasn’t even pleased to see John Doggett with his hands on her child. Oh well, go for it.
“Mulder, I’m glowing because I’m engaged. To John.” Saying this, she reached for John’s hand, taking it.
“What?”
“Agent Doggett—John and I are getting married.”
“What?” Complete disbelief colored his words.
“We’re gettin’ married, Agent Mulder.” John said.
“How?” he finally choked out.
“Uh, by a pastor of the church,” John said. Scully looked at Mulder. His face was pinking.
“Mulder?”
“No, I mean…how did you two…when…”
“I finally noticed him for what he is. He had already noticed me. Mulder, are you all right?” Scully grabbed his forearm.
He glared at her, shaking off Scully’s hand and storming off. She exchanged looks with John. Scully’s face was red and she was visibly upset. John pulled her in for a hug and kissed her forehead. “I’ll go talk to him, Kath. Stay here with Devon and I’ll be right back.”
Scully closed her eyes. Right before Mulder’d shaken off her arm she saw something in his eyes she never expected to see. The realization hit her like a fist and she had to sit down to regain her composure. Absently, she reached into Devon’s stroller and touched him for reassurance.
Mulder was standing off to the far side, glaring at the baseball diamond. John came over to him.
“Agent Mulder?”
“Go away Agent Doggett.”
“Not until you tell me what all that was about.”
Mulder turned to face him. “Haven’t you taken enough from me?”
“What?”
“First, my job. Then Scully. What more do you want?”
“Scully? She was never yours.”
Mulder glared at him and turned around. “I don’t expect you to understand. Leave me alone.”
“Are you in love with Kath?”
“Who?”
“Kath. Dana. Agent Scully. My fiancée.”
Mulder looked away again.
“Agent Mulder…if you are, I am sorry to hurt you like this. But she’s mine.”
“She doesn’t belong to anybody.”
John sighed. “At the risk of sounding like a primitive caveman…yes she does. She is wearing my ring and she loves me. We are getting married. I am adopting her son. She. Is. Mine.”
Mulder scowled. “Joy,” he snarled, said choice of words absent from his tone.
John looked at him. “Why didn’t you tell her a long time ago?”
Mulder turned again to face him. His pain was clearly evident in his eyes. John stepped back. None of this made any sense to him. For weeks he had wondered why Mulder would let a woman like Scully get away. He had to know the answer.
“Why, Agent Mulder? Why didn’t you tell her? She used to be in love with you.”
Mulder shook his head. “You wouldn’t understand.” He sighed and gruffly extended a hand. “Congratulations, Agent Doggett.” A pause. “Take care of her.”
John closed his eyes then opened them again. He understood concession as easy as the next man. “That’s easy, Agent Mulder.” He stepped closer to him. “Shit man, why in the name of all the saints in heaven didn’t you say anythin’ to her?”
Mulder looked past his shoulder at the trees. “I was scared. Scully’s beautiful and so smart…she used to scare me sometimes. I didn’t have the balls to approach her and I just goaded myself into thinking that our relationship was good enough.”
“Not for a woman like Kath—Dana.”
“Yeah. I see that now, Agent Doggett. I used to fantasize about her…a lot and really hard. I always wondered how soft her skin is, how she looks when she’s excited, how she tastes…hell, you’re marrying her, so I’m sure you’re privy to the things I used to fantasize about.” He paused again, staring at the ground. “Guess those fantasies will always remain intangible.”
John’s fists had unconsciously clenched hearing Mulder’s fantasies of his fiancée. He deep-breathed to calm down. He supposed it was natural, hell, he’d entertained his own fantasies about the indefatigable Dana Scully when they’d become partners.
“I’m afraid they’ll have to, Agent Mulder.” He paused, not wanting to hurt Mulder further, but needing to cement things. “I’m not sharin’ her. With anybody.”
Mulder swallowed, toeing a hole in the ground with his shoe. He sighed, resignation deep in his voice. “Don’t blame you. I wouldn’t.”
John tested the waters a final time and extended his hand. Mulder took it. John heard Devon’s cries and turned to look. Scully was standing about twenty feet away, holding a crying Devon. He beckoned with his head for her to come over.
“Talk to her, all right Agent Mulder. She is still your friend and she deserves nothing less than the truth.”
Just then Scully came up, looking at Mulder before looking at John. “He’s irritable. We need to go home so I can bathe him and put him to bed. He’s all tuckered out.”
“All right. Listen, why don’t you have a word with Agent Mulder and I’ll get the things and take him on to the truck. Meet me there in five?”
“Sure.” She leaned up to kiss his lips and he obliged, possessively cupping her neck with one hand. Before taking the baby, he nodded curtly to Mulder.
“See you Monday, Agent Mulder.”
“Yeah,” Mulder said, “see you then.”
John walked back over to the picnic table, putting Devon in his stroller. Scully turned to face Mulder.
“Mulder…what is it? What’s wrong?”
He stared into Scully’s blue blue eyes. Sighing, he wrapped his long arms around her, pulling her in for a hug. Scully hugged him back. “Mulder, what is it?”
“So long as you’re happy, Scully…I’m fine with it.”
“With my engagement?”
“Yes. If he makes you happy…if he can give you what…what I myself can’t…then I am happy with that.”
She closed her eyes against his chest. “You don’t sound it.”
“I know I don’t. But I am, inside. Best man won.”
“Mulder, don’t say that! I’m not a contest.”
“Do you really love him, Scully?”
She looked up to meet his eyes. “Yes. I do. He…completes me. He loves my son. I could not be any happier than I would be were it…someone else.”
He kissed her forehead, riffling her hair. “I love you, Scully. Always. Enough to know that he’s better for you…than I could ever be.”
She leaned against him, quiet, tears burning that couldn’t fall. He continued riffling her hair, their unspoken bond becoming stronger. Then she pulled away.
“I have to go. Mulder, will you be all right?”
“Sure, Scully. This time next week, I’ll be in Oregon or Texas somewhere, right at home.”
She stood on tiptoe to kiss his cheek then brushed her knuckles against his face. “I love you too, Fox.” And she walked off. Mulder watched her go, his fingers absently resting against the spot where she’d kissed him, agonizing inside.
Devon was fast asleep when the truck pulled into the garage. Scully got the baby out of the car seat and carried him to the front door, waiting for John to follow with the stroller and baby bag. He unlocked the door and she carried the baby right into his bedroom, quickly undressing him and giving him a short sponge bath. He whined and kicked, wanting to be left alone. Scully quickly dressed him in his sleep suit and put him to bed, kissing his forehead and winding his mobile.
John was standing by her to kiss him goodnight as well, the monitor in his hand. He put it beside the sleeping baby and kissed his head. Then he looked at Scully, who wordlessly took his hand and led him out of the baby’s room. John had just enough time to shut the door.
“Are you okay?” he asked when she led him to their room.
“I’m fine,” she said, sliding her hands under his shirt. “I’m just fine.”
He cupped her face, gazing into her eyes. “Really, Kath…are things all right between you and Agent Mulder?”
She stroked his hands, staring back at him. “Yes, Jay. We are fine.”
“Want to talk about it?”
“No.”
“Are you sure?”
“Aren’t I always?” She tiptoed forward to kiss his open mouth, snaking her tongue in. He grabbed her then, pulling her close, kissing her deeply. She broke away to divest him of his shirt, fumbling at his jeans.
“Kath!”
“Jay…please!” She was hot.
He was never one to deny her, that was for sure. Quickly he shed his clothes and then practically tore off her dress as they backed towards the bed. She wanted him fiercely and in his kissing her he could smell the unmistakable scent of aroused Scully which never failed to drive him well beyond his limits.
When she was naked he paused to stare at her once again. She was beautiful.
“What are you waiting for, John Jay Doggett? Do I have to pleasure myself?” She made to reach between her legs but he slapped her hands away and buried his face there instead. Her fingers found their way into his hair as she surged against his mouth, loving how talented he was in this arena. She had forsaken pussy coupons and given him a platinum credit card so that he could go down on her and shop whenever the urge took him. His tongue was pointy and he used it to poke all her buttons, any of which got the desired response and intended effect.
“Shit!” she wailed when she came. He kissed his way up, locking his tongue around her more sensitive nipple, scraping it with his teeth. She put her arms around him and arched her pelvis up, demanding that he enter her…demanding that he kill the beast within her. “Please!” she begged, feeling like a very bad girl. “Please…Jay…please…”
He loved it when she said his name like that. “Kath…” he murmured around her nipple, still stuck in his mouth.
He let off enough to turn her over on her belly and reach deep between her thighs…yes indeedy, she was slick and hot. He positioned himself above her…this was a way they hadn’t yet tried.
“Jay, please…hurry…”
He used his arm to arch her pretty ass up to get enough leverage and parted her thighs just a smidge so that he could slip inside her, wanting to roar with delight at the tight fit this position gave. He used his thighs to push hers together as close as they would go. She moaned into the pillow…she could feel him all around…ooh! She liked this position. Ahh…and he was long stroking her too, all the way out then all the way in…
Soon she was locked with him in a synchronous rhythm, biting into the pillow to keep her screams inside and not out where they’d wake the baby.
“Yes Jay…yes…” This position was better than their current favorite…doggystyle. With the way he held her thighs shut, it was a tighter, more luscious fit…she could feel him everywhere and then she felt it building from deep within and she arched her back, he wound one hand into her hair to yank her head back so that he could kiss her…but his lips couldn’t contain the cry she let loose with when her orgasm blitzed. She sucked in and her pussy locked down on his dick, which made him climax, his groan as loud as hers. He collapsed atop her; she collapsed on the mattress, both sated and exhausted. Her fingers curled in his of their own volition.
“Kath…baby, you all right?” he murmured.
“Yes Jay…I’m all right.” She moaned into the pillow, comforted by the feel of him above her. “That was sooo good.”
“It was…”
“Where’d you…get that idea?”
“Ummm…” he yawned, “it’s just a simple modification of our favorite position.”
“After this…it’s probably second favorite now…hmmmm.”
He got off her to lay beside her and roll her in his arms, not wanting to drift off to sleep without looking in her face. She curled her arms around him after pulling the blankets up. He stroked her hair. “Kath?”
“Yessss?” She was getting sleepy.
“Mulder told me he used to fantasize about you.”
“He did?” Apparently, this revelation wasn’t enough to elicit more than a sleepy query from her.
“Yes. I think he could never get up the courage to be anything more than your friend.”
“I guess so.” She turned to bury her face in his throat, her arms coming around his neck.
He paused in stroking her lovely back, his body pleasantly and sweetly sated by their encounter and the love of his life curled against him. He was secure in this, in her, in their relationship.
“No regrets?”
“Hmmm?” Scully was almost out of it.
“I asked, no regrets?”
“Regrets for what, Jay?” she sleepily intoned.
“Mulder.”
“Oh.” She yawned prettily then pressed a kiss to his chest. “None whatsoever.”
He stroked her back, moving up to her hair, kissing her forehead. Intangible? Mulder’s fantasies would remain so.
