Title: Amun-Ra (3/3)
Author: L. M. Shard
E-Mail: lsshard@cox.net
Website: www.geocities.com/fox_nhound
Date started: 6-29-02
Date completed: 8-5-02
Rating: NC-17
Category: S, R, A, T
Keywords: DSR
Spoilers: Seasons 8 and 9
Feedback: I would love it!
Archive: probably anywhere, just ask first.
Disclaimer: These lovely characters belong to Chris Carter, 
1013, and Fox.  I am merely borrowing them for 
entertainment purposes only and am making no money from 
them.  No copyright infringement intended.
Special thanks to: Ginger and Megan for their excellent 
suggestions and to Tony for the kind feedback and 
encouragement.
Author's Note: The events in "The Truth" did not occur in 
this story and Scully never gave William up for adoption.
Summary: Doggett and Scully are called out to investigate a 
potential X-file in Egypt, sucking them into a perilous 
journey for survival.


AMUN-RA (Part 3)
By: L. M. Shard



"Our plane doesn't leave 'till late tonight," he said, changing 
the subject that dominated his mind and perhaps hers.  He had 
called the airline right after he had called Kersh last night.  
"Since this whole case is most likely a hoax and there's 
nothin' left for us to do on this end business-wise, is there 
somethin' you'd like to do or see before we get outta here?"

Scully smiled at what popped into her head at his question.  
Impulsively she wanted to kiss him passionately, tell him she 
loved him, and make love with him all day until it was time 
to leave for that flight.  But on second thought, she didn't 
want that to happen here, in the room next to where she was 
almost raped.  She wanted it to happen in a place that she had 
only good memories of, a place where she and the man she 
loved could create special memories untainted by evil and 
hatred.  But she definitely wanted it to happen, and by the 
love she saw in Doggett's eyes every time he looked at her, 
she thought he wanted it too.

"I'd love to play tourist and see some of the sights, like the 
pyramids and temples.  I'd hate to leave here having seen 
nothing but that bogus spacecraft and enough desert sand to 
last the rest of my life."

He smiled brightly at her and said, "Then let's do just that!  
We'll make it a day to remember."

"Great," she said happily and sat up abruptly.  The sudden 
motion shot aching pain throughout her body.  She felt as if 
every single muscle within her were sore.  A groan escaped 
her before she knew it and Doggett's face turned from glee to 
concern in a millisecond.

"You're hurt?"

"I'm just sore.  I guess I forgot for a moment what my body 
went through yesterday," she said, rolling her shoulders back, 
trying to loosen them up.  "You must be sore too."

"Just a bit," he said, knowing that she had gone through 
much, much more than he had yesterday.  The concern hadn't 
left his face yet and he offered, "Can I do somethin' for you, 
like massage your muscles?"

She was touched by his concern for her and his offer sounded 
incredibly tempting.  "Well, if you don't mind…"

"C'mere," he said and she turned her back toward him.  He 
started the massage right away, first on her shoulders, then 
her shoulder blades, her back, and down both her arms.  He 
knew her legs must have been sore as well, but he could not 
go there without sexual overtones, especially in the thigh 
region, and that was not what this massage was intended for.  
Nevertheless, touching her like this was arousing him greatly, 
and he was thankful that her back was to him and that the 
sheet still covered his boxers.

The feel of his fingers digging into her flesh was pure heaven.  
Her muscles eased under his pressure and a feeling of well-
being overcame her and coursed through her body.  She felt 
limp and utterly relaxed.  The man had magic fingers and she 
could only imagine what else he could do with them, 
especially in the lower regions of her body.

"Umm…much better," she cooed.  Now a hot shower and her 
body would be ready for the adventures of the day.

"I better hit the shower and get ready before our whole day is 
gone," she said, moving off the bed.  Her feet ached as she 
placed her weight on them and she made a mental note to 
wear sneakers today--with socks.

"I'll do the same," he said, but did not get off the bed yet.

She gingerly walked over to the adjoining room door and 
looked into her room.  The images that were thrown back at 
her from the night before stopped her in her tracks.  The 
rumpled bed, the dispersed contents of her bag, the towel still 
lying on the floor, were all reminders of what had happened 
there.

Doggett noticed her hesitation to enter her room and guessed 
the reason.  "Lemme get your things for you and why don't 
you use my shower and room?  There's really no need for you 
to go in there again."

She smiled at his thoughtfulness.  John Doggett was a 
sensitive man on top of his many other admirable traits. 
"That'd be great," she said and walked away from the door.

He got out of bed and pulled on a pair of jeans, but not before 
Scully noticed that his boxers seemed fuller than when she 
had seen him in them last night.  She smiled to herself, 
pleased that she was able to arouse him so easily, and walked 
into his bathroom.

Moments later, he was at the bathroom door with her 
toiletries and a fresh towel.  He informed her that her suitcase 
was on his bed and that he'd be getting ready in her room, so 
she'd have some privacy.

A half an hour later, they were both ready to head downstairs 
for a late breakfast.  At the hotel cafeteria restaurant, they 
gorged themselves on food, considering they had not had 
much the day before.

With bellies full they met the tour guide Doggett had hired to 
take them around the city for the day.  His name was Sallah 
and they climbed into his old Mercedes, which had no seat 
belts of course--"in Shalla" as the Arabs said.  Since they did 
not have much time left in this country, they wanted to see 
the highlights of Cairo and have its rich history explained to 
them.

First they were taken to the Egyptian Museum and entered 
through the second floor where all of King Tutankhamun's 
treasures were kept.  They were exquisite, so detailed and 
richly gilded, and Doggett and Scully were truly in awe.  
Unfortunately, they didn't have time to see more of the large 
museum, but they were happy that they at least got to see 
what they considered the most important part.

Next they went to the Citadel, which was built in the 12th 
century by Saladin for the defense of Cairo.  Within the 
Citadel they visited the Mohammed Ali Mosque.  They were 
required to remove their shoes before entering, staying with 
Arab tradition.  The mosque was beautiful with high ceilings 
covered in mosaics and a gigantic chandelier hung in the 
center.  The floor was completely carpeted with red throw 
rugs and the smell of bare feet permeated the air.  There were 
many school children inside who gathered around them, 
welcoming them to Egypt.  They were dressed in colorful 
clothing and they allowed a delighted Scully to take their 
picture.  Next they saw a beautiful Coptic church and a 
Jewish synagogue, covering three religions in one day.

The best was saved for last.  Sallah drove them to the plateau 
of Giza, where the Great Pyramids of Cheops, Chephren, and 
Mykerinos stood looming at the edge of the desert.  They 
were unreal!  Doggett and Scully stood there, holding hands, 
in awe and amazement.  How could people from so long ago 
have built these?  The task seemed so incredible!  Colorfully 
saddled camels with persistent riders congregated at the base 
of the pyramids, offering tourists rides.  They declined, but 
captured their images in many of their photographs.

Doggett was having such a terrific time seeing Scully's 
excitement over the many beautiful and ancient sights they 
had been seeing.  The fire in her eyes was like that of a child's 
at Christmas morning and her unhindered spirit was loose for 
the day, delighting in all around her.  He was glad that this 
day was giving her a break from the torment she had endured 
the day before.  He would have done anything to erase those 
awful memories for her and hoped that by making some new, 
wonderful ones with him here that it would ease the vile ones 
when they returned.

About a half a mile away stood the Great Sphinx, a creature 
with a human's head and a lion's body.  It was a majestic 
sight, especially since it was now dusk and the red sunset's 
glow colored the vast sky and the pyramids silhouetted in the 
background.  They stood, hand in hand, taking in this most 
gorgeous sight before them.  Several times throughout the 
day Doggett had grabbed Scully and kissed her, her passion 
for her surroundings making her even more desirable.  This 
was one of those times as they stood looking at the Great 
Pyramids and the Sphinx one last time.  He turned to her, her 
face glowing amber in the waning sun and looked deeply into 
her sapphire eyes.

"I love you," he whispered.

The smile that lit up her face upon hearing those words was 
brighter than any smile he'd seen on her face that day--and 
that was no easy feat!

"Oh, John, I love you too," she breathed and he claimed her 
mouth with his in a kiss so passionate, he was grateful that 
the remaining light was dim, for such public affection was far 
from the norm here.  They let their kiss linger, drinking from 
each other, sharing their souls without words, and sealing the 
love they felt.  Their hearts beat in time as one and when they 
parted, breathless and impassioned, the quickly fading light 
allowed one last glimpse into each other's eyes in a gaze that 
spoke volumes without a sound.

They shared one more kiss, gave the majestic sight before 
them one last glance, then headed over to Sallah's Mercedes, 
where he was waiting patiently for them.  They got in the car 
and Sallah drove them back to the hotel.  After thanking him 
profusely for the wonderful tour and giving him an extra 
large tip, Doggett helped Scully out of the car and they 
walked into the Marriott.  

They ate a barbeque-style dinner at "Roy's" then quickly went 
up to their rooms and finished packing.  After paying the 
balance of their room bills, they hailed a cab and were driven 
to the airport.

Two hours later they were in the air, reminiscing about the 
day's adventures.

"This was one of the best days I can ever remember," Scully 
said sighing.  She felt so happy and alive.

"For me too," he said, squeezing her hand that had already 
been in his since the plane had taken off.

"I'd love to come back one day with you and see all the things 
we didn't have time for, like Aswan, Luxor, the Temple of 
Karnak, the Valley of the Kings and the Valley of the 
Queens, King Tut's tomb, and maybe take one of those Nile 
cruises for a few days."

"And ride in a felucca," he added with a smile.

"Yes!  I'd love that!"

"Well then, I promise you one day we'll be back on our own 
time so we can stay as long as we want and get to see all the 
places on your mental list," Doggett said, excited that she was 
already seeing them traveling together for pleasure in the 
future.

"That sounds great, but for now, I'm ready for home, having 
had enough of Amun-Ra to last me a long, long time," she 
said, thinking once again of their hike through the hot desert.  
It was an experience she would never forget, one that she 
never would have survived without John Doggett at her side.

They talked for a while longer then Scully was beginning to 
feel very sleepy.  Without thinking about it, her body 
gravitated toward Doggett's--as much as it could in an 
airplane seat--and her head fell against his shoulder.  She was 
asleep almost instantly.

Doggett gently covered her with a blanket and felt a special 
joy inside that this woman he loved seemed to be completely 
comfortable with him and didn't hesitate to cuddle up next to 
him.  Soon, he too, fell into a sound sleep.

They both slept for a good portion of the flight and when 
awake talked flirtatiously with each other.  The sexual tension 
between them was growing by the minute and the long flight 
seemed to fly by with their preoccupation with one another.

Finally they arrived in Washington DC in the morning and 
Doggett drove Scully to her apartment.  She unlocked her 
door and he carried her suitcase inside.

"Thanks," she said, looking at him, standing only about three 
feet from him.

"Sure," he replied.  "I'll take this film you took in and have it 
developed and enlargements made.  Maybe we can find that 
proof we're lookin' for."

"Thanks.  That'd be great."

Suddenly there was an aura of nervousness and shyness 
between them.  Although they had not even kissed once 
during the flight, they had shared a great intimacy and now 
that they were back home, neither of them wanted it to end.

More than anything Doggett wanted to pick her up and carry 
her to the bedroom, but he didn't want to rush things.  Instead 
he stood there like an awkward teenager trying to find the 
right words to ask her out.  This sudden self-consciousness 
was not like him for usually he was a confident man, but right 
now, with the beautiful Dana Scully before him, he was 
tongue-tied.  

"I should let you settle in and get some rest," he said, kicking 
himself.  The last thing he wanted to do was leave, especially 
without making a plan of when they would meet again.

"Yeah," she said softly, not wanting him to go.  She wanted 
to take him by the hand and lead him to her awaiting bed.  

Did he see a tinge of disappointment in her eyes?  "Yeah," he 
repeated and slowly turned toward the door.  Why was he 
suddenly so shy?  Perhaps because he had never asked Dana 
Scully out on a date before and he desperately wanted to.  
Perhaps because he was already deeply in love with her and 
he didn't want to mess anything up.  Perhaps because he was 
so out of practice when it came to love and romantic 
relationships.  Perhaps because if she rejected him he'd never 
be able to get over it.

The butterflies that fluttered around in Scully's stomach were 
mixed with shots of disappointment as she realized he was 
actually leaving.  She didn't want him to go.  She had been 
with him almost constantly since they had left for the case 
and to now suddenly be without his company seemed too 
foreign to handle.  She was already missing him and he hadn't 
even stepped a foot out her door yet.

"Dana," he said, turning toward her again.  His eyes met hers 
and he noticed they seemed full of hope and warmth.  
"Would you like to go out to dinner with me tonight?"  There 
he had said it.  "What was the big deal?" he asked himself.

"I'd love to," she said, her face radiant.

"Great," he beamed.  "How 'bout the Velvet Orchid?"

The Velvet Orchid: fancy, expensive, intimate.  She'd have to 
wear something dressy and slinky.  It sounded wonderful!  
"Sounds great."

"Good.  I've always wanted to try it out, but I've never had 
the right person to take," he said, suddenly feeling awkward 
again at what he had just blurted out.  "How's 7:00?"

"7:00 is good."

"I'll pick you up then."  He headed toward the door again and 
was about to step out when on impulse he quickly turned 
around, grabbed Scully by the waist, pulled her to him, and 
planted a passionate kiss on her awaiting lips.  He had wanted 
to do this throughout their long flight and certainly ever since 
they had stepped into her apartment, and now he felt as if he 
were in heaven with her hot mouth on his and their tongues 
tasting each other intimately.  They kissed each other 
fiercely, pressing themselves tightly against one another, 
letting their hunger take control.

Scully let out a tiny involuntary whimper when they parted 
and Doggett gave her one last look, a big grin on his face, and 
disappeared out the door.  She was left standing in her living 
room, heart pounding wildly, legs trembling, pupils dilated, 
and lips swollen pink.  Somehow she managed to close the 
door and walk to the couch where she sat and curled into a 
ball, trying to regain control over her body.  It never failed: 
that man's touch always left her a trembling putty in his arms.  
Kissing him was like the most powerful aphrodisiac she'd 
ever experienced and her core was left churning and 
hungering for more.  She felt like an addict going through 
withdrawal as she sat there, her body humming.  It was a 
good fifteen minutes before she was able to pick herself off 
the couch and call her mother.

Doggett, too, was quite affected by the kiss they had just 
shared and he was grateful that he did not pass anyone on the 
way to his truck, for one look at him and it would have been 
obvious how aroused he was.   He sat for a while in his truck, 
waiting for his erection to ease before he drove himself home.  
The hold this woman had on him was amazing.  He knew 
he'd do anything in the world for her, starting with tonight.  
He hurried home for he had a lot to do to make their first date 
perfect.

Mrs. Scully drove to her daughter's apartment right after 
hanging up the phone with her.  She carried William in her 
arms and Scully grabbed him immediately when they arrived.  
She was so thrilled to see him and couldn't stop kissing him 
and cuddling with him.  After the heartwarming reunion 
between mother and son, Scully told her mom all about the 
trip: the case which was most likely bogus, the perilous trek 
through the desert, and the almost rape.  Her mother was 
aghast at what did and almost did happen to her daughter and 
was so thankful that Doggett had been there to save and 
comfort her.

"John sounds like a special man, Dana," her mother 
remarked.  She had noticed that throughout their conversation 
that whenever her daughter mentioned his name there was a 
certain sparkle in her eye.  She was beginning to wonder if 
they were becoming more than just partners and friends.   She 
knew that during Mulder's absence, Doggett had been there 
for her, and apparently he was there for her now as well.

Scully smiled shyly, knowing what her mom was getting at.  
"He is, Mom."  She had left out the part about sleeping in 
Doggett's bed after the attempted rape, but she had a feeling 
her mom had read between the lines as she spoke.  It was 
becoming harder and harder to hide her emotions when it 
came to John Doggett, so she decided to just let her mother in 
on her feelings for the man.

"On our last day in Cairo we had time for some sightseeing," 
she began.  "It was awesome and John and I had a great time 
together.  The last sight we saw was the Sphinx at sunset and 
that was when John told me that he loves me."

Mrs. Scully smiled.  She knew it; she knew John Doggett 
loved her daughter, but the big question was: did her daughter 
love him or was she still in love with Fox. Mulder?  "Do you 
love him?"

Scully smiled radiantly.  "Yes, Mom; I love him very much."

Mrs. Scully was thrilled and gave her daughter a big hug, 
squeezing William between them.  "Oh, Dana, I'm so happy 
for you, for both of you!"

"Thanks, Mom.  He makes me so happy.  In fact, even with 
all the terrible things that happened on this case, I can't 
remember ever being happier.  Just being with him…it's the 
best feeling in the world.  I know, I sound silly, don't I?"

"No, not at all.  This is wonderful, dear!  You deserve 
happiness.  You deserve that comfort, stability, security, and 
love I know he offers you.  I'm so glad you found it with 
him."

Scully just smiled, then remembered.  "Oh, I have a favor to 
ask.  He wants to take me out to dinner tonight, and I know I 
just got back and you've been with William--"

"Of course I'll watch the baby for you!  You go out and have 
some fun.  I can take him with me now and bring him back in 
the morning, that way you can maybe catch a nap and have 
some time to get ready for your date."

"Thanks, Mom.  You're the best."

By now William was asleep and Scully gently put him back 
in her mother's arms.  She kissed them both goodbye and 
locked the door after them.

She spent the next hour unpacking and then as she was about 
to take a much-needed nap, the phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Dana, it's me," Doggett said excitedly.

"You got the photos back?"

"Sure did," he said, "and you're never gonna believe what one 
of the enlargements showed."  Doggett smiled to himself as 
he looked at the photo in his hand.

"What?  The suspense is killing me!"  His excitement was 
rubbing off on her.

He chuckled.  "Well I saw some tiny markin's that didn't look 
like any of the other shapes and patterns on the craft, so I had 
that portion of the photo blown up and…get this: it said, 
'Made in Taiwan'!"

"No!" Scully shrieked into the phone in disbelief.

"So unless the Taiwanese are aliens, that piece of junk out 
there in the desert is definitely from this world."

"I can't believe it!" Scully exclaimed, laughing.  "How can 
they be so…stupid?"

"That's why they didn't want us or any other foreign officials 
examinin' that so-called spacecraft.  They wanted to pawn it 
off as the real thing and make some money off of it."

"Yup!  So our suspicions were right after all.  Did you tell 
Kersh?"

"Not yet.  I wanted to let you know first.  I'll go tell him now, 
then head home for a nap."

Scully was touched that he had told her first even before their 
boss.  "Thanks, John."

"See you tonight," he said cheerfully.

"'Till tonight," she replied and they hung up.

She shook her head and laughed, thinking about the 
ridiculousness of the "spacecraft".  And that was what they 
had risked their lives over!

She finally headed to her bedroom, climbed into bed, and was 
asleep in minutes.  

At 5:30 she felt refreshed from her nap and stepped into the 
shower.  That simple act brought back the memory of the 
long shower she had taken in Egypt after that man had 
attempted to rape her.  She shuddered as the painful 
memories came flooding back and cringed in disgust as she 
touched her breast and crotch where the man had violated 
her.  She tried hard to push those ugly thoughts out of her 
mind and it was only when she thought of Doggett touching 
her there, lovingly, passionately, that she was successful.

Finally she stepped out of the shower, her spirits high again.  
She was not going to let that horrible incident put a shadow 
over her life, especially now that she was in love.  

Looking through her closet, she was having a hard time 
deciding on what to wear.  Usually she didn't have this 
problem: she just grabbed one of her many suits and threw it 
on for work, but tonight was definitely not an occasion for a 
suit.  In fact, she rarely ever went to a place that required 
fancy dressing.  

After trying on several outfits, she finally settled on a simple, 
yet elegant sapphire blue sheath dress.  It fell just above her 
knees, was sleeveless, but was held up by two-inch wide 
straps.  The neckline was in the shape of a V and plunged just 
low enough that a hint of cleavage showed and the back 
mirrored the front with a V-shaped dip just as low.  Satisfied, 
she laid the dress back down on her bed and returned to the 
bathroom to apply her makeup.  When that was done she 
donned the dress again then styled her hair into a French 
twist, letting a few tendrils hang down around her neck and 
ears.  She put some diamond stud earrings into her lobes and 
hung a small, simple matching diamond pendant around her 
neck.  The earring and pendant set had been a gift from her 
parents upon her graduation from medical school.  Finally she 
slipped her feet into a pair of high-heeled strappy sandals.  
Luckily her feet were back to normal after that torturous 
journey through the desert, mostly due to Doggett's lending 
her of his socks.

Doggett, too, was taking extra care in getting himself ready 
for his date.  When he was satisfied with his appearance, he 
stopped off at the local florist and bought a dozen long-
stemmed red roses.  He knew he might be overdoing it a bit at 
this stage in their relationship, but he didn't care: he was so in 
love with her and he liked what the red roses signified.  
Besides, after all Scully had endured in Egypt, he wanted to 
make this night extra special for her.

Promptly at 7:00 Doggett knocked on Scully's door.  When 
she opened it several seconds later he was awestruck at the 
sight of her.  She was absolutely gorgeous, her rather shy 
smile almost clashing with the sexiness of her dress, and he 
was left speechless.  He couldn't tear his eyes from her and he 
knew his mouth must have been hanging open in awe.

She, too, was speechless.  Although she saw him in a suit 
almost everyday at work, tonight he looked even more 
dashing than usual.  He wore a finely tailored navy suit with a 
crisp white shirt and a kind of water-colored patterned tie 
with dominating burgundy, yellow, and indigo colors.  His 
eyes almost glowed and their blue hue was more intense than 
usual.

"You're a vision," he finally managed to get out.  "Gorgeous," 
he added, finding it difficult to find the right words to 
describe the beauty before him.

Scully smiled shyly and looked at her feet.  She was 
definitely not used to getting such compliments and she could 
feel her cheeks burning in reaction.

"You look very handsome yourself," she said.

Remembering the flowers, he said, "These are for you," and 
handed them to her.

"Thank you!  They're so beautiful!" she exclaimed, burying 
her nose into them and inhaling their potent scent.  Never 
before had a man given her a dozen red roses.  She knew 
exactly what they symbolized and her heart overflowed with 
joy.

"Their beauty is nothin' compared to you," he said, looking 
directly at her.

Once again she blushed profusely and gave him an awkward 
smile.  "Thanks," she whispered under her breath.  "I better 
put these in water."

She headed towards the kitchen, pulled out a large vase from 
one on the cabinets, filled it with water, and set the roses in.  
Then she carried them to her dining room table, placing them 
in the center.

"Thank you, John."

He smiled warmly at her.  "So William's with your mother?"

"Yes.  She was kind enough to look after him tonight."

"I know you missed him so much.  We could've stayed here 
tonight if you wanted to be with him," Doggett offered, angry 
with himself that he hadn't offered it before.  He had been so 
in the moment when he had asked her out, her wanting to be 
with her baby had slipped his mind.  He felt like a selfish pig.

"No, I spent this morning with him and my mother will be 
bringing him over tomorrow morning again.  Besides, I 
wanted to spend tonight alone with you."  Oh my God, what 
had she just said?  She blushed again.

He gave her a lopsided grin, his heart beating faster at her 
words.  "Then shall we?" he asked extending a bent arm.

"Gladly," she replied, hooking her arm in his.

He drove them to the restaurant in a kind of nervous 
excitement.  They entered the establishment and were at once 
pleased with its ambience.  The mood was very romantic, 
with dimmed lights and soft music.  On the left there was a 
small dance floor with a piano at the far end, and on the right 
was the bar.  Many people were already seated there and they 
looked like they were having a good time.  In the center of 
the room were the majority of the tables, which were draped 
in white, topped with smaller cream-colored tablecloths.  
Each one had a candle in the center, further adding to the 
romantic mood.

At once they were greeted by the maitre 'd, gave their name, 
and were seated by a window that overlooked the beautifully 
lit and sculptured gardens outside.  Their table offered some 
privacy from the other diners and Doggett, for one, was 
happy about this.  It was what he had hoped for.

They sat down and were handed their menus.  Scully noticed 
that hers did not have any prices on it.

"This is really nice, John.  Thank you for taking me here."  
She smiled at him, watching his eyes sparkle in the 
candlelight as they met hers.

"I'm glad you like it," he said smiling.

Just then their waiter arrived, greeted them, and informed 
them of the house specials for the evening.  Doggett ordered a 
bottle of wine and the waiter left to retrieve it.

"So what looks good to you?" he asked, perusing the menu.

"Hmm…everything.  It all sounds so delicious, but I think I'll 
go with the sautéed salmon.  What about you?"

"I'm gonna have the prime rib, but I think I'll pass on the 
garlic mashed potatoes since your meal doesn't come with 
them," he said with a roguish smile.

"Really?" she said, arching her eyebrow.  Her body sang at 
the mere suggestion that he wanted to be close enough to her 
tonight to kiss her.

"Really," he answered confidently and flashed her the sexiest 
smile she'd ever seen on the man.  The evening was heating 
up and they hadn't even ordered yet.

Moments later the waiter arrived with their wine, poured it, 
then took their order.  Doggett took the liberty of ordering for 
her and then for himself.

"May I propose a toast," Doggett began, lifting his glass.  
Scully lifted hers as well.  "To tonight; may it only be the 
beginnin'--"

"Of us."  Scully couldn't resist adding those words; she felt so 
strongly about the two of them together.

"And may there be no end," he finished, pleased that she was 
thinking along the very same lines as he.

They clinked glasses and sipped their wine, never breaking 
eye contact.  They then spoke no more words, but instead just 
gazed at each other, soaking one another in.  

Doggett was overcome with Scully's beauty.  The way the 
candlelight played in her hair and made her eyes sparkle and 
her skin glow aroused him and he felt the urgent need to 
touch her.  Her hand was lying on the table and he gently 
took it into his own.  It was warm and silky soft.  Her thumb 
tenderly stroked his thumb and the touch sent waves of 
pleasure through him.  He knew his heart was hopelessly lost 
to her when such a small gesture could bring forth such 
strong emotions within him.  They stayed like this, gazing 
into each other's eyes, speaking without words, and holding 
hands until their meals arrived.  It seemed like only seconds 
ago that they had ordered, so were they oblivious to the world 
around them.

They ate their dinner, thoroughly enjoying each morsel, and 
let the wine flow freely.  Before they knew it, the bottle was 
empty and their bodies hummed with a slight smoldering 
burn, as much from their attraction as from the wine.

"So it really said, 'Made in Taiwan'?" Scully chuckled at the 
thought.

"Sure did!" Doggett laughed.  "Oh, I almost forgot; I brought 
that photo for you to see," he said fumbling in his jacket 
pocket and producing the evidence.

Scully studied it and burst out laughing, the wine having 
made her feel quite dizzy.  "And this is what we risked our 
lives for!"

Doggett stopped laughing.  This was what Scully had almost 
died for.  This is why Scully was almost raped.  He took her 
hand in his, his face reflecting loving concern.

"Dana…how are you dealin' with…what happened?" he 
asked gently.

She saw the deep concern in his eyes and knew he was 
talking about the attempted rape.  She squeezed his hand.  
"I'm fine," she said, then admonished herself for shutting him 
out, like she had done to Mulder countless times in the past.  
She saw a tinge of hurt in Doggett's eyes at her words and 
knew he didn't believe them for a second.

"No, actually I'm going to be fine," she said, revising her 
statement, then opened herself up to him even further.  "I 
won't lie to you.  When I was taking my shower today I 
thought about what happened, what he did to me, where he 
touched me, but I'm resolved not to let it get in the way of my 
happiness.  After all, I was quite lucky; you saved me and I 
will be eternally grateful for that."  Maybe it was the wine 
allowing her to talk so openly about her feelings, but the 
honesty freed her.

Doggett was touched that she had opened up to him about 
this painful subject and he wanted more than anything to 
make everything better for her.  "Dana, I'm so sorry you went 
through all that.  I want you to know you can tell me anythin'.  
I want to help you, but I don't really know how."

She gave him a warm smile.  "You already do help me, John, 
just by being with me, listening to me.  I know I can always 
count on you.  Besides," Scully added, wanting to change the 
mood back to carefree and romantic, "being with you makes 
me happy." 

He grinned broadly and gave her hand another squeeze.  
"Likewise."  

About half way through their meal a pianist started to play 
beautiful music.  Several couples danced to the songs, most 
of which were romantic-sounding ballads.  

The waiter came by with a selection of decadent desserts.  
Scully and Doggett chose a piece of Khalua chocolate 
mousse tort to share.

With the plate between them they took their first bites, Scully 
rolling her eyes as she savored the divine morsel.  "God, this 
is good," she said.  Almost as good as sex.

"Umm hmm," was all Doggett could say, taking another big 
bite.

He held a piece of the tort on his fork and extended it to her.  
She smiled at the idea of being fed and he watched intently as 
she slipped her lips over the chocolate and slid it into her 
mouth.  He watched her savor the texture and intense flavor 
with her tongue and couldn't help but wonder what magic her 
tongue could do on him.  She swallowed the bite and let the 
tip of her tongue poke out and lick the corners of her mouth.  
In his heightened state of arousal, watching that act was 
almost too much for him and he knew he had to feel her 
against him right now.

"Shall we dance?" he asked, his voice rumbling and rough.

"I'd love to," she answered and they walked to the dance floor 
hand in hand.

Doggett gathered her in his arms and their bodies meshed like 
puzzle pieces as they danced slowly in time to the music.  
This was their first time dancing together and it was a 
euphoric experience for both of them.  Doggett looked deeply 
into her eyes, wanting to see every nuance of emotion passing 
through her body and he allowed her see every one of his.  
Her eyes were dark and her lips full and he felt her quiver 
every now and then, her body grinding softly into him.  
Holding her like this, feeling every movement of her body 
against him, created and inferno of heat within him and a 
desire that had no limit. 

Before he knew what he was doing, he leaned closer to her 
and whispered into her ear.  "I want you."

His words, delivered in a thick, deep, raspy voice, caused 
Scully to melt at once.  Eyes blazing with desire, she smiled 
seductively and breathed, "Not as much as I want you."  

The tightening in his groin that had begun the moment she 
had touched her body against him on the dance floor was now 
tightening even more at her provocative words.  Her lips were 
mere centimeters from his and it was all he could do not to 
kiss her.  "Let's get outta here," he breathed, practically into 
her mouth.

"Let's," she murmured, feeling his need and giving into her 
own.

Doggett paid the bill and they were out the door within 
minutes.  He opened his truck door for her and lifted her to 
the seat, letting his hand graze deliberately over her bare 
thigh.  Automatically her legs spread for him and when he 
was about to remove his hand she put her hand down on top 
of his, softly urging it higher.

She was so aroused by his touch that she couldn't believe the 
words that came out of her mouth in the next moment.  "I 
want you to touch me, feel how much I want you."  Her voice 
was almost unrecognizable to her; it was so low and sultry.

Lightning bolts of desire ripped through him at her 
proposition and his hand slowly moved up and under her 
dress, despite what he said next.  "I'm not gonna be able to 
drive."

She smiled seductively and her eyes locked on his as his 
fingers finally reached her apex, pushed aside her drenched 
panties, and buried themselves within her slick folds, one 
finger plunging deep within her fiery core.  It took all her 
effort at that point not to throw her head back, close her eyes, 
and lose herself in the pleasure, but she wanted to see his 
reaction, and she did.  His eyes darkened to almost black, his 
lips parted, and she could have sworn she heard a slight 
panting.  Then he slowly removed his fingers and brought 
them to his lips, sliding the finger that was still burning from 
her core into his mouth and licking off her sweet juices.

The sight aroused her even further and she was about to pull 
him into a kiss, when he grinned mischievously and closed 
her door.  He walked around to the other side, sat down, 
easing his prominent erection to a more comfortable position, 
and started the truck.  He was still grinning as he drove them 
to her apartment, and her heart pounded in wild anticipation 
of what was yet to come, her body screaming in need of his 
touch, not wanting to be patient even for a few more minutes. 

Finally they arrived at her place and he opened the door for 
her.  Taking her hand, they almost ran into the building and 
stepped into the elevator.  The moment the elevator door shut, 
Doggett pressed Scully against the wall and kissed her 
hungrily, his hands roaming up and down her sides until one 
came to rest on her buttocks and the other on her breast.  She 
moaned at his touch and moaned again when he started 
kneading her breast.

It took them a couple moments to realize that the elevator had 
arrived at her floor and the door was wide open.  When they 
did, he took her by the hand and they walked to Scully's front 
door.  As she dug around in her evening bag for her keys, 
Doggett nibbled on the back of her neck and nipped her ear.  
She giggled at the sensation and found the keys, only to drop 
them in her haste to get them inside.  Doggett bent down to 
retrieve them, and on his way back up he ran his tongue up 
her inner thigh, eliciting another gush of pleasure from 
Scully.  By this time Scully's body was trembling 
considerably in a high state of arousal and she was thankful 
that Doggett was the one fitting the key into the lock for she 
knew that that simple task would have been impossible for 
her in this state.

The door finally open, she walked through it with Doggett 
right behind her.  He closed it, and the keys and her evening 
bag both dropped to the floor as they immediately came 
together in another kiss.  Many moments later they parted and 
Doggett looked her deeply in the eyes.

"I love you," he said, his voice so thick and guttural she 
barely recognized it.

She smiled at hearing those precious words again as bliss 
spread throughout her entire being.  "I love you."

It was his turn to smile, actually beam, and he lifted her up in 
his arms and carried her to the bedroom.  Setting her gently 
back on her feet, he swooped down for another passionate 
kiss as his fingers fiddled with the zipper at the back of her 
dress.  Within seconds the dress was unzipped and in another 
couple seconds, it lay in a heap at her feet.

Doggett took a moment to absorb the beauty he saw before 
him.  She was perfect, absolutely perfect.  The sight of her 
matching sapphire blue lace bra and panties against the 
creamy glow of her porcelain skin, put his senses on overload 
and all he could think of was to touch her, smell her, taste 
her, drink her.

"You're so beautiful," he breathed as he descended into her 
cleavage and licked their swells.  His hot tongue on her bare 
skin was like a trail of fire that shot down to her center.  She 
suddenly had the need to feel his skin entirely on hers and 
started frantically pulling at his shirt, finally ripping it off as 
buttons flew in every direction.  Then she quickly unhooked 
her bra, throwing it away from her.  At the first touch of his 
almost-naked body against hers, she almost couldn't breath 
from the sheer sensory overload it caused.  It was like silk 
and every nerve ending in her body screamed in pure 
pleasure.

"Oh God," she moaned as he then lowered his mouth to her 
bare nipple engulfing it in his heat.  He licked and nipped and 
sucked it, giving her pleasures that shook her to her very 
core.  She collapsed into his arms, her legs no longer able to 
hold her and he laid her down on the bed.  Hurriedly tearing 
off his boxer briefs, whose tightness was becoming 
increasingly uncomfortable, then pulling her drenched panties 
off as well, he quickly covered her body entirely with his and 
kissed her with a passionate fury.

She felt his erection slide along her stomach as he moved and 
took it tightly into her hand, eliciting a low moan from deep 
within him.  She moved her hand up and down from its base 
to its tip, then pushed him back with her other hand so that he 
was now lying with his back on the bed.  She tore her mouth 
from his and in one quick movement descended her mouth 
onto his engorged penis, engulfing it whole.

"Ohhhh…" was all Doggett could utter as the sensation drove 
him to oblivion.  How many nights he had dreamt of feeling 
her hot mouth on him like this and for it to be a reality now 
was something his mind could hardly grasp, especially in the 
throws of passion.  Reflexively his hips pumped into her 
eager mouth in time with her ministrations.  She cupped his 
balls, then gently rolled them around in her hand, getting a 
series of guttural moans from her lover in response, which 
only grew louder when she then took the delicate package 
into the inferno of her mouth, sucking, licking, and gently 
nipping at them.

Doggett was about to explode if she continued this for even a 
moment more.  It had been a long, long time since he had 
made love to a woman and he knew he definitely wanted to 
come inside Scully for their first time.  When she released 
him for a split second to catch her breath he pulled her up to 
him and kissed her greedily, his hands running over the 
expanse of her naked figure on top of him.  Then he rolled 
her over and lavished her breasts with his tongue and lips, 
letting his teeth nip at her erect nipples.  She writhed under 
him in sheer ecstasy, her juices flowing freely from her 
center.  Suddenly he ceased his ministrations on her nipples 
and let his tongue travel south to her apex, leaving a 
scorching trail of fire burning on her hypersensitive skin.  As 
his face hovered by her core, she automatically spread her 
legs, suddenly needing to feel him touch her there more than 
anything.  He breathed in her sweet scent and it made him 
dizzy with desire.  She glistening with wetness and his groin 
tightened painfully as he realized her arousal was because of 
him.  His mouth salivated at the thought of finally tasting her 
and he drew in another deep breath, filling his nostrils with 
her perfume, as he licked the moisture off of her swollen, 
slick lips.  She shuddered at his first touch as currents of 
pleasure rushed through her body like ignited gasoline.  He 
then plunged his tongue into her burning core and drank, 
lapping her up as her arousal heightened and her wetness 
continued to gush.  With long strokes he licked her from her 
opening to her nub over and over again, until she moaned 
almost continuously.  Then his tongue concentrated on her 
sensitive bundle as his finger simultaneously slid in and out 
of her easily in a continuous motion, first slowly, then faster 
and faster, until she was writhing in pleasure and whimpering 
in rapture.  Seconds later Scully screamed in sheer ecstasy as 
a huge orgasm took control of her body, making her tremble, 
her muscles contracting violently around his finger.  It was 
then, in the middle of her peak, that he removed his finger 
and pushed his throbbing penis deep within her.  She cried 
out at the sensation and size of him, her body still contracting 
around him as he pumped into her, lengthening her orgasm 
and driving her into sheer oblivion.  She met his thrusts with 
her hips and tied her legs around him, digging her heels into 
his back to push him even deeper within her.  

The sensation of being surrounded by her tight, wet internal 
inferno clamping down around him drove Doggett over the 
edge much faster than he would have liked.  His orgasm 
rocked him like none ever had in the past and he arched his 
back groaning in ecstasy, thrusting fiercely into her delicious 
heat.  She was still coming as he came, fueling her pleasure 
even more as she felt his hot seed shoot deep within her, 
igniting her further.  He thrust until he could no more, then 
gently let his spent body fall onto hers as she encompassed 
him in her wet embrace.  Their hearts still pounded so quickly 
they could feel each other's through their chests.  

Doggett nuzzled his face in her neck, trying to catch his 
breath, as her fingers drew lazy patterns across his slick back.  
He raised his head and found her lips, letting his own melt 
into hers in a slow, devouring, and leisurely kiss, sealing the 
complete union of their bodies and souls.  They parted and he 
looked deeply into her still-darkened blue orbs.  He was so 
profoundly and completely in love with this woman and he 
couldn't imagine her not being in his life.  He knew that this 
was the woman he wanted to marry someday…someday very 
soon.

"God, I love you so much," he whispered, still breathing hard.

She smiled the most radiant smile and replied, "I love you 
too."

His smile met the radiance of hers and he descended upon her 
in a crushing, soul-touching kiss.  They consumed each other 
hungrily and she could feel his penis, which was still inside 
her, harden again quickly.  She ground her pelvis into his in a 
way that made his cock touch her every inner wall.  Without 
breaking their kiss or their heated connection at the hips, she 
rolled them over so that she was now on top.  Then her mouth 
traveled from his lips to his ear and she let her tongue lick its 
outer rim, causing him to moan against her.  His ears were 
highly sensitive, just as she had guessed, and she continued 
her ministrations there, finally plunging her tongue into the 
center.

Doggett's body bucked up at that sensation, the hot wetness 
sensitizing his entire being.  "Ohhh…" he moaned, unable to 
hold back his pleasure.  At that point she moved to his other 
ear and gave it the same attention as the first, all the while 
slowly pumping her body onto his rigid cock.  His body 
quivered at the immense pleasure and he knew it would be 
over soon if she continued what she was doing.

"Oh, baby…" he managed to croak out.

"Hmmm…" she hummed into his ear, the vibrations sending 
more shock waves of pleasure directly to his iron-hard cock.

"I'm not…gonna…last…if…"

"Come for me.  Don't hold back," she murmured in his other 
ear.

"But…" He wanted to give her the pleasure of another 
orgasm as well and squeezed his hand between their wet 
bodies, finding her clit.

She moaned.  "Come, John; I've got you."  She was so close 
herself.

At those last words and the vibrations that they caused in his 
overly sensitive ear, Doggett could hold back no longer and 
came violently, spewing his heat within her tight core.

She sat up on him, still pumping him as he rode out his 
climax, and within seconds she followed him down that same 
path of pleasure as he watched her gyrate on top of him in 
ecstasy.

Her eyes met his and they were wild with rapture.  "You're so 
beautiful," he said as her muscles continued to spasm around 
him.

She smiled and closed her eyes, riding out the last of her 
pleasure, then fell against him to be immediately enveloped 
in his arms.

"I love you," she breathed, looking at him.  She then kissed 
him tenderly and rolled off of him, snuggling up next to him.

"You make me so happy," she said, a feeling of pure love and 
contentment surrounding her.

"Umm, baby," he whispered, wrapping his arms tighter 
around her.  "You make me so happy."

"You're everything I've ever wanted in a man," she said, 
amazed at how open she was being.  But then this was John 
Doggett and loving him made all the difference.

He smiled, his heart singing at her words.  "Makin' you happy 
is what I wanna do more than anythin' and I promise to put 
you and William before all else."

"You already do, John, you already do."

He kissed her, the joy in his heart overflowing, and they then 
both feel asleep, secure in their love and in their future.


THE END

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