Title: Let Sleeping Dogs Lie
Author: No One
RATE: NC-17 
Category: Scully/Doggett. The new guy deserves a warming 
welcome to the 1013 gang!
Summery: Scully writes a letter to Mr. Red Does. I thought 
this one has to be written.
Spoilers: Nope. Based on the Requiem details and the new guy. 
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Achive: EVERYWHERE

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Let Sleeping Dogs Lie by No One

Another day in the basement. 

I have no choice but to stay still. Hell I did this for eight 
long years, but it was never as hard as now. It was never as 
hard to see all these bodies and drive all this miles for 
flying planes. Bearing the thought of Agent Mulder being so 
endearing was a joke. 

The thought of me going on with my life so naturally is a 
good one. It would be a lie to say I'm not taking this 
pathetically. Honesty, Mr. Red Shoes can only be expresses 
in diaries. To be honest not only that I'm not running any 
diary, I write this one especially for you. The reason I'm 
writing this is beyond me. I'm working on a case right now. 
I'm in my hotel room. It's now really late. I ran into your 
request while searching details about this woman who meets 
her victims through phone sex. Funny, but I thought phone 
sex was a way t ohave sex without meeting. Who cares. I was 
in the pathetic part. 

Wanna hear something funny? After Mulder was "kidnapped" 
(no double meaning is meant) I misses him so much that I went 
to his place and felt asleep with his shirt in my hands. I love 
him. Ha! I love him! Makes no difference what will I do next. 
If he steps into this room right now I fuck him for free. 
It's not an expression I ever use, but we'll get to that. 

I did a lot of stupid things lately and here's one of them. 
Hmmm you have a few categories in your ad. I'm not sure which 
one this letter fits into. I wasn't cheated. I'm not sure I 
betrayed another. Well I did actually. But I don't feel like it. 
No guilt. Uh uh! I'm the wrong person to feel guilty about such 
things. No harm has been done. Just another of your beloved sex 
stories. 

I'm sorry an I teasing you too much? I don't mean to. Maybe 
I'll cut the first part when I'm through. It worths it. Common.

OK. Another day in the basement. I'm with the new guy. Agent 
Doggett. The Dog. Private joke, between me and myself. He 
wouldn't have slept with me if he knew I called him The Dog. 
He's not a bad dog though, but we'll get to that.

Think sex, don't tease the man Jesus! 

Oh well. I sat comfy in Mulders chair. There's a special posture 
to sit in that armchair. If you don't know it, you fall. 
I learned it fast. I'm a quick learner. I was aware of the 
fact that right behind my back hangs the 'I Want To Believe' 
poster. Something Mulder had in his office even after it was 
set on flames. 

At 3:00 am exactly The Dog entered the office. All business. 

"What am I doing here?" He was tired. Dog tired.

"You tell me". Scully, Dana Scully. Dogs hater.

"You told me to come here" He has no idea what is going on 
with me. One sentence out of place and he goes Dog Mad.

"You're the one who always does what you are told to" It was 
honesty speaking out of my throat at this hour. Would you 
believe that? 
I didn't even feel lust.

"Excuse me?" How cute! He was shocked! Well I've got a top 
secret for ya, you're gonna stay shocked! 

"What are you doing here Agent Doggett?" 

"Listen Agent Scully, if this is a moral conversations that we
will run it in the morning. No in facy, we'll run it in noon 
because I hardly got any sleep and I really want to be in 
bed now. Why did YOU call me?"

"To test you". 

He snored at this, shaking his head as if saying "look at 
that bitch". "Are you sober? At this hour? Pardon my french 
Agent Scully, but what are you on?" That's not his way of 
speaking either, but who can blame him at this hour?

"You hate it when I ditch you, hide information, go out of 
town to invastigate a case about people who worship worms right? 
Well it's natural. I'm not being honest and neither are you. So 
why did you come over right after I called you? I didn't even 
say it's urgent. I just called, told you that I need you here 
and you came over."

"What do you want me to do? Ignore you? I thought it's 
supposed to be clear that if someone says 'I need you down 
here' in 3:00 am it's supposed to be urgent".

"You are right"

"Now I'm getting a little confused if you'd excuse me".

"Sit Agent Doggett" It's not nice to tease a man for so long 
in this hour and let him stand right there, at the doorway. 
He took a step forwars and closed the door behind him. He 
didn't sit. 

"I'm supposed I'm being tested again"

"I do need you down here" I calmed him. 

"What for?"

"I think you deserve all that crap I'm running on you".

"Why's that?"

"You let me hand around all night in a brothel, not even 
bothering to let me know I'm being a bait. I think I deserve 
to play with you a little bit too for that".

"Agent Scully you got it all wrong"

"How have I got it wrong?"

"I knew about this as much as you did. They tricked me! 
I never sent you there on purpose. I told you that. You 
don't have even the slightest bit of trust in me do you?"

"No"

"I'm going home"

"You're going nowhere Agent Doggett". 

He honestly didn't give a shit about my little game. He 
didn't even care about being the good guy. All he wanted 
was to get into his comfortable bed again. No need to please 
me. What kind of Dog Are you? He opened the door to leave. 
I got up of Mulder's armchair, almost fell since I forgot 
the right way of getting up without falling. I furiously shut
the door closed and clinged to the door. My body blocked the 
passage. A nice place to start in.

The guy's eyes widen. No wonder. It'd be very bad if he 
thought this is my casual way of expressing myself. 

Talking about a different way of expressing myself, I returned 
him the same gaze and graped him by his shirt, hoping I 
didn't pull his hair with it. The thought would have broked 
me if I didn't cling to his lips and give him a 'whole up 
in your mouth' kiss. 

Thought he would resist? Baby think again. If it was a 
resist or serve moment, boy he chose to serve! Serving no 
doubt. I found out that when The Dog does his thing with 
his tongue, it turns me on. Indeed I was, turned on. No doubt
about it. I was a horny bitch.

Hmmm, that thought made me smile. Not the shy kinda 'run for
your life' smile, but the 'I'm goin' good' smile. The I'm 
wantin' you, & if you dare to be a chicken on me, I'm gonna 
cut your head off. 

By the way The Dog grabbed my ass and held me tighter with 
his other hand, which was bringing me to him from my back, 
I don't think chicken was on the manue. 

He then banged me against the door, now trusting my body to 
block the passage. A wave of heat shattered my spine. I cried 
into his mouth, and that was more than enough to set us both 
on fire.

I felt his burning bulge against my belly as he changed his
posture, allowing his hand to squeeze my breast. If getting 
me hot and aroused was the point, you got it baby! 

But then he dropped his quicky attitude. As he backed off 
a little and looked strate in my eyes I learned on my wetness 
that dogs stay rough even when you through them into hot 
butter. He licked my lower lip in an unequivocal statement 
'I'm in controle baby, but you're gonna lose it...'

He was right. I already surrendered when I was clenched 
between his arms, too close to ignore him wantin' me so hard. 
Did I lose it? Sure 'Nuff! 

I caved for his hands on me agian, for his hot tongue, for 
him being so closed that it hurts. Now he was so far that 
it hurts. I parted my lips to allow him a better access. Not
that he didin't have a very good one when he burst into my 
mouth, but I jsut wanted to make a point clear. I want you 
Doggy! 

His continuing licking my lips and not entering was like a 
taste of strauberry after the champagne. For me it was like
smelling the paper after finishing the chocolate. But he 
didn't get it. BABY I WANT MORE. 

I had to do something about it before I start drooling and 
things get worse than bad. I licked his tongue, holding the 
last piece of earth. 

He gasped. It was too much for him too. He did his version 
of a 'whole up in your mouth' kiss, something gentler. 
Funny how rough can a dog get when he's being gentle. 
Funny how hot a Dog Kiss can be. 

Funny how I didn't notice his hand swirling around my hip.
He pulled it a little, so I can feel him. He was hard, Dog 
Hard, & Hot Dog, against my belly. Right back to momma. Don't 
you ever leave! 

Waves of heat followed electricity and red hot skies. I 
focused on one of Mulder's pencils stuck in the ceiling, never
falling. Clinching hard to heaven. My vision blurred. I was 
shaking with expectation and part satisfaction which drove 
me nuts wanting more. I wanted more of him. More than I could 
ever get. Or so I thought at that point. 

"Ah!" 

A wave of heat spread through my body as he pressed himself 
into my belly. Whatever it is you do, you do it good! I 
almost didn't notice my reaction to this. Obviously things 
were not the same at The Dog's side. He stoped and looked 
at me, unbelievingly. It made me feel a little embarrassed, 
but it let me feel myself better. Feel HIM better. His eyes
were exhausted with frustration. Boy I bet I had the same 
look. 

It was right about time to notice we were still fully dressed. 
What a shame. It took me all the Scullyness in the world to 
regain controle & unbutton his shirt. He let his hand travel 
on my hip, reminding me how it makes him feel. I didn't have 
to lower myself to kiss his chest. He was strong, alot stronger 
than I thought a man in his age could be. Even stronger than 
I thought a Manly Man in his age could be. life brings new 
surprises every day. 

His Manly Man hand currest my ass. I know clues when I see 'em. 
This was a heavy clue. 

He traveled upwards, to my back. It surprised me that he didn't 
take his 
time with my ass. It annoyed me to be exact.

I started unbuttoning my blause. It would feel much better 
without it. He helped me taking it off. I can do this alone you 
know, I'm not an invalid, but Doggett didn't have the patience. 
Neither did I. My breasts crushed against his chest as I held 
him and kissed him again. This time a wet, passionate kiss. He 
didn't even try to stop me. 

I could feel his hardness again. Under those silky pents he was 
rock hard. I smiled into his mouth as the words 'Hot Dog' popped 
in my mind. 

"Hmmm what's so funny?"

I was embarrassed. I bet I was as red as my hair. Doggett smiled  
at me, did he get it? His one hand let the shoulder-strap of my 
bra slip from my shoulder. My breast was merely exposed, but it 
felt like a lot more. His finget brushed on my breast through 
the lace of my bra. How funny buy my usual white bra was in 
laundry that day, so I wore the laced bra. What a great 
coincidence!

My nipple strove for his heat. His finger circled it, touching-not 
thouching. I kissed him even harder. My chest rose with every 
breath. My breath got heavier. I felt tight and wet, and hot. I 
could hardly breath with expectation. 

He broke the kiss and sucked on my neck. He later moved to my 
throat. His kisses went down my chest, between my breats. One hand 
grasped my breast, as he kissed the other one, genltly. As his 
hand squeezed me harder, his tongue was gentile and playful. 

I reached my hand to feel his hardness. I unbuckled his belt and 
inzipped his pants, allowing a little more freedom to his bulging 
sex. Than I caressed him through his boxers. 

I felt the heavy warm air on my hard nipple. This turned me on. I 
had to move agianst him. Heel him better between my legs. 

His hand reached my pants and tore them off. That was the wrong 
part to tear off, but we'll cross the river once we get to it. I 
was startled at his passion. He moved against me, letting me feel 
what I want inside me so much. He was hot against me, rock hard. 

"Oh!"

I felt my clit swelling until it hurt. I had to have him inside me. 
Now! He kissed my nipple, then tooke off my bra with the same 
slaughtering move. There went a hundred dollars bra. I gotta teach 
him how to preserve his aggression to other things. Though judging 
by the strong entity between my legs he had a hell of a stock of 
it.

Hmm my bra, went off, no one wants a bra in his way. I felt him 
without anything between us. Talking about things between us. 

"Doggett?"

He stopped. Scared as hell that I might want to stop this. I 
couldn't help wondering how would he react if I would. I didn't 
want to thing about that. The important thing is that I don't. I 
don't want to stop this. 

"Do you have anything?"

He exhaled. Boy I know how to spoil the party. 

"You sure you don't have?"

That was a wierd question. I felt uncomfortable to tell him jusy 
HOW wierd that question was. 

"I'm afraid not"

He was actually surprised. I didn't know if I should take this as 
a compliment, since there was no reason to be surprised that *I* 
don't keep condoms. A few months ago I could have told him I was 
barren, but being three months pregnant, that would be a little bit 
groundless.  

The fact was that I had nothing to worry about. And yet I couldn't 
tell him that. If this was a way to get things out from me, it had 
certainly worked! 

He looked at me. He was worrid this time. He had a good reason to. 
I was hot and naked, and my pants were torn. Houston we have a 
problem. 

My bra was a hopless case. I was greatfull he didn't tear my 
blause. That was something to start with. So I put on my blause, 
and started buttoning it back to The Dog's dismay. 

He buttoned his shirt as well. Buckled his belt. I felt sad 
watching him doing this. After all I started. I should be the 
one with the condoms. But I really didn't plane this to happen. 
I really just wanted to tease him a little. I had something to 
tell him. Not at 3:00 am, but definitely important.   

I watched my pants. I brought them up on my body, trying to make up 
something. It was helpless. I couldn't even keep them up. Definitly 
nothing my jacket could cover up on. 

"Want mine?" He offered me his Manly coat. I had no choice. 

I put it on, smelling him from his coat, wanting to do so much 
more than that. I looked at me bare legs. With much luck in this 
hour, people will mistake me for wearing a skirt. Off course 
they'd understand why I'm wearing my partner's coat but with 
even more luck there won't be any people out there to understand.

I made a short reharsal in my head: Out this door, hall, elevator, 
hall, parking lot home. My place or his place? Never mind as long 
as we get there in one piece. Hmm two pieces to be exact. We'll 
get to the one piece part soon enough. 

Then we went with no words. Too early for unspoken communication. 
Doggett went to the bathroom. Electric Pencil Sharper damnit! 

I went after him as he turned on the light. I grabbed his hand 
with my nervous one, letting his coat part and show my lace 
underwears pretty much revealing what's underneath in day light. 
Doggett stared for a minute. 

"Got change?" He showed on the automatic condom selling machine. 
How tasteless I thought this thing was until now. I searched my 
purse forcefully. I found a few coins and slipped it into the 
machine without even counting. 

"Let's hope it's in order" I said.

He slipped in his coins and pressed the red button. A nice little 
package of five strauberry condoms fel into Doggett's loving 
hands. God bless condom selling machines.  

"Smooth".

He didn't get to the 'h' and the door opened. I rushed into a cab 
and closed the door behind me. I sat silently with my legs on the 
toilet seat. 

After a few moments Doggett opened the door. 

"It was skinner"

No questions. We both got it. We made our way to the elevator. No 
more taking chanced tonight. As the elevator doors opened Skinner 
stared at us. 

"Hi again" Said Doggett. I don't know why I wanted to kill him. 

Skinner nodded. He glanced at me and went on, disappearing in the 
hall. We didn't look back. No questions. 

"I hope we have no more guests tonight" Whispered The Dog as the 
elevator doors closed behind us. He looked into my eyes. Our 
eyes consulted the possibility. It took all the scullyness in 
the world to explain him I don't really feel like getting stuck 
in the elevator with his coat on me and the very revealing 
underwears I 'coincidentally' wore today. 

His eyes said uncreative but he understood. I hoped so. 

It took forever until his car. His motherfucking GMC. A hell 
of a back seat. 

"You're gonna have to wait" He teased. Oh great, now he revenges 
for the elevator. 

"Comm'on Dog no one will see us in here" I was practically 
burning with lust. It took me a minute to understand why'd 
he stopped. Dog. Shit! DOG!

"Now you're gonna have to wait longer" He smiled. Wasn't he 
hot? How could he do that to me? We have the condoms, we have 
the car- we have the guard at eleven o'clock.    

We went off. The Dog turned on the radio. 

"Holler" 

Oh god! How fitting. 

"I've been in a lot of places seen a lot of faces
Oh hell I used to fuck with different races..."

"Like rap?" NY past. Who am I to blame?

"No but I like Lil' Kim".   

"Then you like rap". 

It didn't get a lot longer than the song untill we got to 
The Dog's place. 

We rushed into his place, chased by a man dog. 

I breathed heavily as he closed the door behind us. With a 
Happy Dog smile on his face, he walked into the bathroom. No 
questions. It was just the time to notice his wonderful ass. 

"Has anyone told you you have a great ass?" I asked after 
him. Drunk with adrenaline. He turned to me and laughed, 
then went on to the bathroom. 

He reappeared with his tight boxers only. Getting straight 
to me as I walked back towards his bedroom. Come to mamma!

We literally jumped into his bed. This move made me smile. He 
smiled too. He had an evil smile, a wanting smile, a little 
high, not as high as I were.

He kissed me hard on my lips. I was aroused, hot and starving 
for his touch. He was fully erect by now, rubbing himself 
against me as I got hotter. His kisses were wet and hot as he 
stroked my body with his hands and ate it mercilessly with 
his hungry tongue and teeth. I gasped as he bit my nipple. 

"Oh Dog! ett..."

He moaned into mybreast and reached his hand between us, under 
my laced underwear. I screamed as he touched me there. He drew 
his finger off and started teasing me in circular motions. I 
arched my back with each circle, wanting more. 

He sucked on my collar bone and I stattered into a thousand 
pieces. 

"Oh please!" I groaned. His manly voice stimulated me even more, 
if more was possible. He then thrusted one finger into me. I 
shut my eyes, concentrating but they opened wide with the 
intensity of his touch. A wave of heat flooded me. I moaned as his 
trusts grew faster. Another finger entered my body as he brushed 
his thumb over my clit. A chill threatened to break my spine as 
I arched my back farther, letting him in, inviting his entry, 
demanding him to. 

It didn't take more than a few seconds for me to come hard against 
his hand, screaming his name like a possessed woman. A fucked 
good woman. I could feel the aftershocks on my spine. I was still 
swelling. He kissed me once more, digging his tongue into my 
mouth, devouring me. 

Then he broke the kiss. He pressed against me, gently, slowly, 
letting me feel his every inch. My heartbeat's faster I grew aroused 
all over again. He moved in and out, slowly, teasing. 

Three words kept echoing in my head, playing loop:

FASTER!!! DEEPER!!! HARDER!!!

"Oh Ah ah ahhhhhhh!!!!!" I screamed in extasy, my fire inflamed 
by his moans.

His hand came between us and brushed my clit so hard as we came, 
together. We didn't even plan to. 

"Oh my God"

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What happened after that? Well, unfortunately Mr. Red Shoes, 
that's where my story ends. That morning, we woke up expectedly 
late. We never talked about what happened. 

I do not feel ashamed. I just let sleeping dogs lie. 

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"Well Stella, what'chu think about that? Nice letter hu?" Jake 
looked down at Stella. She was asleep. 

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Need an explanation? The truth is out there...

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Uncharacteristic? Who said my fantasies are characteristic?

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