TITLE: The Play at the Plate AUTHOR: coolbyrne < fugitive@ihateclowns.com > CLASSIFICATION: D/S - gulp! - smut RATING: Well, it IS smut, so, ya know, whatever rating goes with that sort of thing. DISCLAIMER: Yeah. FEEDBACK: Cautiously welcomed at fugitive@ihateclowns.com AUTHOR'S NOTE: What started out as a response to a "What would Doggett and Scully's first kiss be like?" Challenge over at SHODDS.. somehow ended up being my first smutfic??? How did THAT happen? Oh yeah, now I remember- I had a lot of encouragement from writers whose work I admire. Special thanks to Anne Hedonia and MeridyM. You should read "The Bunt," before this one. Ooo, let me at it, let me grab your soul away Ooo, let me at it, let me grab your soul away. -Kate Bush, "Wuthering Heights" (Damn Kate. This is what happens when I put her music on!) It was the realization of time that caused her to pull back. As his mouth moved forward to reconnect with hers, she turned her head and spoke. "We shouldn't be doing this." His mouth stopped its gentle movements on her jaw line. He pulled away and replied, "Yeah, I guess you're right." She saw the look in his eyes, so crestfallen and disappointed. Scully realized what he thought. Cupping his face in her hands, she corrected herself, "No. No. That's not what I meant." She kissed his mouth in reassurance. "I just meant we shouldn't be doing this.. Here." His eyes re-lit in understanding and relief. Looking around their small "room," he gave a little smirk and agreed, "No, I guess this really isn't a good place." He turned his face to kiss her palm. Eyes not leaving hers, he slid his tongue along the web between her forefinger and thumb. Tilting his head slightly, he then captured the soft fleshy base of her thumb in his mouth. Sucking on it gently, he saw the change in her eyes. "Fuck it," she said, and drew his wicked mouth back onto hers. He chuckled and settled his body against hers, her soft curves molding around his hard edges. His hands found the seam of the blouse he had tugged free and slipped underneath the silky fabric, as his mouth returned to the jaw line he had been kissing moments before. His satisfied, "Mmmmm," as his hands came in contact with her skin made ticklish vibrations against her neck. As his palms and fingers gently scratched up her ribcage, she wondered why his hands were rough. She decided to make it her mission to find out, to find everything out about this man who was doing these wonderful things to her body and her heart. She gave a little laugh when he purred into her neck. Snaking one hand up through his hair, she craned upwards to take a nibble of his ear. "Always the ears," he spoke into her neck, causing more tiny vibrations. "Why do you women always go for the ears?" She gave the ear another little nip before she replied, "Maybe it's just a minor diversion before we women move on to bigger things." With that, she slipped her free hand between their bodies and nestled it alongside the zipper of his pants. His intake of breath was like thunder in her ear and she smiled at this very un-Doggett-like reaction. "I think I've found something bigger," she whispered into his ear. His growl masked the quiet popping sound as his hands deftly undid the buttons of her blouse. "Mmmm, you've done this before," she noted, bringing her mouth down along his cheek to nibble at his chin. "Those teeth are gonna be the death of me," he gasped. "You just wait," she promised. He looked down and into her eyes. There was something in them that, up to this point, he would have considered very un-Scully-like. Bringing his hands to rest just under the curve of her breasts, his thumbs came up to skim across her nipples, hard and pressing against their fabric prison. Her mouth opened in response to his thumbs able ministrations, and she saw his mouth open as a mirror to her own, eyes locked with each other, blue fire, blue ice. "Kiss me again," she demanded. And there they were, lips so often pressed in a hard line, now deceptively soft on her own. He took her bottom lip in between his teeth, savouring the fullness of it before his tongue found a home in the warmth of her mouth. Her tongue invited him in and they once again engaged in an erotic dance. Her free hand, still pressed between them, now worked at the belt of his pants. She struggled with it, anxious to rid him of the garment, and she felt his hand bump into hers, coming to her assistance. As he unclasped the belt, she separated the teeth of his zipper, her action an inadvertent caress against his hardness. It took one quick trace of his hip and over his ass to remove the pants, which fell to the floor with a loud thud from the weight of his gun. He kicked off his shoes and stepped out of the heap at his feet. "Your turn," he said, and brought both his hands to her waist. Finding his job easier than she had with hers, he gave himself an additional task. Tearing his mouth away despite her groan of disapproval, he proceeded to chart a trail from her lips, to her chin, to her throat. Using his tongue as a guide, he made his way to her breasts, and mimicked the earlier activity of his thumbs. Scully's groan was no longer one of disapproval as he circled her left nipple in an ever-tightening spiral until his tongue flicked across the hard bud before taking it between his teeth. "Those teeth are going to be the death of me," she managed to get out. "You just wait," he promised wickedly. He repeated this agonizing ritual on her right breast while hooking his thumbs between her skin and the material of her panties. Trailing his way down her body, he slowly bent down and inched her clothing down her hips and onto the floor. Bringing up his hands from her ankles to her ass to her breasts and back down again, it was as if he was trying to memorize her body with his fingertips. She stroked his hair until his mouth settled on the inside of her thigh, and then her fingers grasped his head tightly. His tongue traced his name on the sensitive flesh until she thought she'd go mad. Summoning every ounce of strength in her body, she yanked his head back. "You don't like?" He asked mischievously. "You," she said, then drew another breath, "you are putting me in a very difficult position." Doggett gave her the once over with his eyes and asked innocently, "Would you be more comfortable on the floor?" Scully narrowed her eyes at him and he gave her a sexy grin. "You know that's not what I meant." He nodded, conceding the point. "We don't have much time." When she nodded in return, he stood up. "Ok," he said, "but I'm gonna tell you somethin' right now. Next time, I'm mappin' out your body with my mouth." She didn't know what jolted her more, the idea that there was going to be a next time, or the thought of his mouth on her body. "Jesus," she breathed. He hooked her right leg behind his back and pressed into her. "I'm gonna need a hand here," he breathed, and without further direction, she slid her hand beneath the elastic of his underwear and slipped them over the curve of his ass. He groaned, at last freed from the material constraints, her hand cool against his heat. He hooked her other leg around him and pushed her back against the wall. As she rose slightly to accommodate him, he held her firm. She looked into his eyes and for the first time was unsure of what he was thinking. "Say my name again," he said. Her hands reached up to hold his face. Peering into his waiting gaze, her response was simple and heartfelt. " `John'." And it was as if that was the password to a new and wonderful world. As he pushed up into her, it was all she could do to say his name again. "John." "Hold onto me," he told her. "I won't let you fall." She gripped his shoulders with unsteady hands and locked her ankles together behind his back. His hands, strong and firm, held her hips near. As with their kiss, it was as if their bodies had only been waiting to rediscover this moment. Even in this awkward position, a sensual rhythm was found. Scully could feel the fabric of her blouse roll up, then straighten, only to roll up again as her back brushed up and down the elevator wall. His fingers left little red marks as his hips increased the pace. She rested her head back and languished in the feel of his mouth on her throat, his ragged breath in her ear. "Since the day you threw that water in my face," he moaned. Squeezing her legs around his waist, she encouraged him to keep going, to never stop, to drive her mad. When she tried to put this into something vocal to whisper in his ear, she could only come up with one word. "Harder." He complied with a willing abandon. He pulled her hips down to him now, with every raise of his, so that their bodies met in an abrupt collision. Scully's hands now clung to his shoulders, balling up the fabric of his shirt in her fists. Moans that were once the soft encouraging code of pleasure now became loud exclamations of approaching release. Doggett slid one hand from her hip around her back and the other up to her mouth. Her body became rigid under his, and he whispered in her ear, "I'm right there, darlin', I'm right there, I'm right there." She bit into his hand in an attempt to muffle her cry, but he didn't notice, his body now caught up in its own release. Gone was the tenderness and rhythm as their bodies played out the last steps of a primal dance. And then, all was still. Nothing now but the sounds of their uneven breaths, his face buried in her neck, her mouth trying to administer relief to the wound it created on his hand. "I told you those teeth would be the death of me," he said. Scully smiled. Smiled at his comment, smiled at the moment, smiled at life. They held onto each other like this, as heartbeats returned to normal, as breathing became even once more. "We should probably think about getting our clothes back on," she remarked when the moment arrived. "Mmm hmm," he agreed into her ear. "We should probably think about doing that right now," she amended when he made no motion to change their position. He pulled back and looked at her. "Oh," he replied, and gave her a wink. Placing her feet gently on the floor, he used the moment to give her a satisfied kiss before reaching down to locate his pants. As he pulled them on, he watched her do the same, marveling at what had just transpired. She raised her head at his chuckle of disbelief. Looking down at her hastily straightened clothes and brushing her fingers through her hair, she asked, "What? Do I look ok?" Doggett smiled and answered in the only way he knew how- truthfully. "You look beautiful." Scully reached up and kissed him her thanks. "On the other hand," he continued after enjoying the moment, "we might as well have takin' our clothes off completely and waited for the doors to open." Scully frowned in confusion. "What do you mean?" He laced his fingers together behind her waist and rubbed his chin against her lips. "What I mean is, if I look even remotely like you do, the whole world's gonna know we just got laid." He laughed at her shocked expression until he felt her hands at his tie. "Argh! Tie... too tight." She gave him a raised eyebrow and flattened the tie against his chest Before she had a chance to reply, the elevator car jolted back to life and dinged their arrival on the next floor. The doors opened and they were greeted by a guy with a tool belt that looked like it weighed more than he did. "Everybody ok?" he asked. Doggett and Scully nodded and gave their thanks. Just as they were about to walk away, John turned to the repairman and asked, "Do you watch baseball?" The guy's face split into a grin and answered, "Hell yeah. Can you believe the year Seattle's having?" Doggett shook his head. "That freakin' Ichiro is amazin'." Scully was about to walk away from this display of manly conversation when his hand reached out and stopped her. Without looking in her direction, he asked the guy, "Have you ever heard of someone layin' down a bunt and makin' it around to home?" The guy closed his eyes and scratched his head in thought; completely missing the jab Scully gave Doggett. "Nope. Can't say as I have." Doggett shrugged and said, "Hmm. Thanks anyway." He slid his gaze sideways to her and gave her a grin. Feigning seriousness, Scully warned, "The teeth, Agent Doggett. Don't forget the teeth."