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Three Times A Lady by Deslea R. Judd
Summary: Challenge fic in which Deslea takes a Season 8 character and a character who died in Season 7 and puts them together in Season 9 and foreshadows the Season 8's Season 9 canonical pairing, all without breaking the time-space continuum of the universe. Oh, and Doggett gets laid. NC17.
This is just for the Harem and XFMU for now. My New Year's resolution was
that I wasn't allowed to post fic until I'd answered all the feedback from
the previous one, and I, uh, haven't. *blush* However, I have been
manhandled - er, persuaded into posting it here on the basis that no-one
should have to wait for Doggett smut. *grin*
Three Times A Lady
Deslea R. Judd
RATING: NC17 for sex.
DISCLAIMER: Characters not mine. Interpretation mine.
ARCHIVE: Harem and XFMU archives only for now. You can put it up other
places once it hits the newsgroup or Ephemeral.
SPOILERS/TIMEFRAME: Set between Daemonicus and 4D.
CATEGORY/KEYWORDS: Doggett/Fowley, references to Doggett/Reyes. Oh, don't
look at me like that. Have I ever led you wrong before?
SUMMARY: Doggett runs into an old acquaintance. Words of wisdom and
companionable smut ensue.
THANKS: To Meridy, who keeps my less-than-confident Doggett muse from
leading me too far astray.
MORE FIC: http://fiction.deslea.com
FEEDBACK: Love the stuff. firstname.lastname@example.org.
And now that we've come to the end of our rainbow
There's something I must say out loud
You're once, twice, three times a lady
-- The Commodores, "Three Times A Lady" (1978)
"Seriously, John, how did you know?"
It was not the first time she'd asked the question, but it was the first
time he didn't feel compelled to evade it. He held her gaze for a moment,
sighed, and said, "An old war buddy of mine told me you were alive. Guy
named Knowle Rohrer."
The name came with surprising ease. The anger, the betrayal had subsided.
Whoever the guy was who tried to kill him, it wasn't really his friend - not
anymore. His friend, whoever he had really been, was dead and gone.
Diana toyed with her straw. "Does Scully know?"
He shook his head. "She had a tough pregnancy. Didn't see a point in
upsetting her worse."
"So she still doesn't know."
"There's no need. If you weren't legally dead-"
"Then there might be the matter of a divorce from Fox," she supplied.
"Since I'm not planning on being legally undead anytime soon, we can let
sleeping dogs lie." Doggett nodded. "I appreciate your discretion. And
He thought of that night, standing on her doorstep in the rain. Scully's
sobs were still ringing in his ears, and the very last thing he'd wanted to
do was go and break the news to another of Mulder's women. But there was
no-one else who knew about her, and duty drove him to it. Once a cop,
always a cop, he supposed. It wasn't the first time he'd informed a woman
she was a widow, but he thought it was probably the worst, except maybe for
the time when it was one of his own men. It was kind of funny to think of
it now that Mulder was alive again. But only if you didn't think about it
"You had a right to know what happened to Mulder, Diana," he said, shrugging
off the memory. "Legally dead or not."
She nodded again, and motioned to the bartender for a refill. She was sleek
and polished, the way she sat there like she owned the place. Nothing like
the broken, shattered woman he'd met that night, or the night he had to go
and tell her it had all been a mistake. Nothing like the severe woman in
harsh corporate makeup on her FBI ID, either. This woman, sleek yet
natural, languidly elegant, was something in between. He sensed that he was
meeting the real Diana, perhaps for the very first time.
They drank in silence for a while. It was a comfortable silence. When she
finally broke it, her question seemed genuinely casual. "How's the baby?"
"He's good," Doggett said, finishing his beer and nodding to the bartender
for another. William was very good, aside from scaring the shit out of his
mother on a daily basis. Not that Diana needed to know that. Changing the
subject, he wondered, "How you doing with all that?"
She looked at him, mildly surprised. "I'm fine, John. Better than fine.
You mustn't think I'm sitting around pining."
"Never figured you for the pining type."
"No, I'm not," she said. "I mean, it was a blow. But I knew a long time
ago that Fox - that we -" she broke off. "Well. You'll give up a lot to
He tried to imagine giving up his life with Barbara, back when it was still
good, and he couldn't. Then again, Diana put in a decade as a double agent
and was still drawing breath, so what did he know? He shrugged and said, "I
"I'm good, John. I'm happy. Not as happy as I was with him, maybe, but
happy enough. That's more than most people can say."
He grinned. "You're so fulfilled, why're you sitting by yourself in a bar
"Why are you?"
"I'm not. Right now, I'm with the most beautiful woman in the place."
She laughed. "Nice save, Agent Doggett, but you haven't answered the
He shifted uncomfortably. Up til then he'd been doing a nice job of
forgetting about Kobold and his many choice words in the preceding days.
Diana clearly noticed his discomfort, and she took pity on him, changing the
subject abruptly. "Agent Doggett," she repeated, almost to herself. "I bet
she calls you that even now."
"Scully?" he said, caught off-balance by the shift in topic. "Yeah. How'd
"She did it to me, too. And Jeffrey. Long after you'd normally be on first
name basis. It was weird." Doggett tensed. He glanced at her, looking for
signs of malice, but there were none. She looked merely curious. A little
He relaxed. "I know. Monica has a hard time calling me Doggett even when
we're in the field. Half the time she's got a smile on her face like she's
making a joke." He shrugged. "It's how she keeps people at a safe
distance, I guess. Doesn't stop Monica. She's determined to break her down
and make a friend out of her anyway. Might even manage it, too." He smiled
"Have you got a thing for Monica then?" There was a twinkle in Diana's eye.
"Have I got a thing for Monica?" he echoed. Between that nutcase Kobold and
Diana, he was just about ready to declare his love life an X File and let
the Bureau work it out, because it was sure as shit beyond him.
"That's what I said."
"A thing. What is this, junior high?"
Diana looked at him over the rim of her glass. It was meant to be a
piercing gaze, he thought, but there was a smile hovering over her lips.
"You're avoiding the question."
There was something about that smile that tore his defences down. She was a
lot like Monica that way. He found himself smiling too. "I dunno. I had a
thing for Scully, and look how that turned out." Funny how that admission
came so freely. He'd have died rather than admit to it even a few weeks
earlier. There had been no one incident to put an end to it. It had just
run its course.
"But Scully's damaged." Protective anger flared up in him, and he looked at
her, tensing again. She said, "I don't mean it like that. I am too. All
of us who were caught in the old conspiracy - we're all damaged, one way or
another. You don't want someone like that, John. You want someone who
still knows how to reach out. Like this Monica of yours." There was that
He relaxed again. "You trying to pair me up here, Diana?"
She smirked into her drink. "Well, I'm so fulfilled, I just want everyone
else to be, too."
"You're full of crap."
Inexplicably, this met with her approval. She shone him a crooked smile.
"I like you, John."
Doggett laughed into his drink. "I like you too."
"You want to come back with me?" she wondered.
He raised his eyebrows at her. "You pickin' me up, Diana?"
Diana shrugged. "Maybe." She gave an air that suggested she honestly
didn't mind whether he said yes or no. Hell, maybe she didn't.
"Thought you were trying to pair me up with Monica," he said. Stalling for
time, mostly. He didn't really think Diana was out to work her way back
into the game, but who the hell knew?
"Jesus, John, I wasn't suggesting we get married."
"So it's just my devastating good looks then."
"Vanity, thy name is John." She laughed again. "You're comfortable to be
with. That's all."
It was an oddly disarming thing to say. He met her smile with one of his
own. "All right."
She kissed him in the cab. Nothing crass, no pretense of romance either.
Just a simple statement of intent, one adult on the far side of forty to
another. She reminded him of Barbara, but not in the hurting way. She
reminded him of good times - she reminded him of companionship.
It was a long time since he'd felt like that.
"What are you smiling at?" she wondered, taking his hand and tugging him out
when the cab pulled up at her door. It was raining, and he ducked under the
eaves with her. He opened his mouth to tell her, but they were inches
apart, and he kissed her instead. She laughed in clear delight against him,
fumbling for her keys. It occurred to him how much he'd missed the
substance of a woman his own age, a woman who knew her own body and a man's
and liked them both. Then the door was open and they stumbled in, and
conscious thought left him.
"Oh, John," she sighed out beneath his lips, fumbling to lock the door
behind her, backing up against it. Strong, firm hands pushed his jacket off
his shoulders. She moaned deep in her throat when his hips brushed hers.
He was hard and pressed against her, and she shivered lightly, tugging at
his shirt. His hand slipped beneath her blouse and found flesh, warm and
soft, then lace and the curve of her breast. She sighed again, pushing
herself into his palm, then cried out when he brushed her nipple with his
fingers. He kissed her behind her ear, then down her throat, unfastening
her blouse ahead of him. He ran his palm over her shoulder, slipped his
fingers beneath the strap of her bra and slid it down her arm. Her breast
was white and soft, creamy skin beneath his lips, and he sank in to her with
"Like that," Diana whispered, working his belt with deft fingers. "Oh, God,
yes. Like that." His trousers fell into a heap at his feet, and he stepped
out of his shoes and his pants. He had a faintly ridiculous vision of
standing naked in his socks, so he got those off too with his feet, still
exploring her with his mouth. She saw what he was doing and she made a
sound of amusement, but then his hand slipped between her thighs, and she
was moaning again, and he was enjoying himself too much to mind.
She tugged him up to face her. "On the couch," she said breathlessly. "I'm
too damn old for this against the door shit."
"Aren't we all," he laughed, and he kissed her again, letting her lead him
He had her skirt unzipped by the time they reached the lounge, and it fell
to her feet when they tumbled down into the cushions. He drew her panties
down long shapely legs, and she kicked them off with her feet. Urgent,
needy sounds fell from her lips when he traced his fingertips up the backs
of her thighs, from behind her knees to darkness and warmth.
She reached for him. "I want-" she managed, trailing off into a sigh, but
he stopped her.
"I'm not gonna last if you do that," he warned her. "It's been a while."
He parted her thighs, spreading her open to him, and bent his head to the
warmth he found there. "Besides. I want to-" but then she was straining up
to meet him, and he figured she had the idea already, so he sank his mouth
deep into her flesh instead.
"Oh, my God," she managed, and he thought maybe it had been for a while for
her, too. Her thighs were tense, braced against him, like she was scared he
was going to disappear before she was done. He took it slow. Hell, he
wanted to take it slow. She tasted so damn good. Soft folds of flesh
filled his mouth. Heat and sex filled his senses. Her thighs loosened,
then fell open, and then she was rising up, bucking against him, crying out
his name. He stayed there, his touch and his mouth growing lighter as her
spasms eased off and she grew still.
He made his way up her body, and she kissed him when he reached her mouth,
tasting herself on him, eager and hungry. It made him ache, made the desire
spring up into new heights. He pressed himself hard against her, and she
hooked one leg around his waist, urging him on. He rocked against her until
he found her opening, and then he pressed into her, just a little, holding
back too. She nipped at his lip, whimpering with longing. "You bastard,"
she managed, laughing and sighing too.
He laughed softly with her, and that was the end of his hard-won restraint.
He sank deep inside her, and she drew in her breath, equal parts desire and
shock. Yes, it had been a while for her as well.
"Good?" he said.
She nodded. "Really good." She wrapped her calves around his waist,
holding him close, working her way up and down him. Shivering all over.
Fuck, that was a turn-on, seeing her like that, needing it that bad. And it
worked for him, too, because he needed it like that, short thrusts deep
inside her. He couldn't have pulled out of her all the way - she felt too
good in there.
"I'm not gonna last, Diana," he warned her. "It's too damn good."
"Tell me about it," she whispered, laughter rippling through her body.
"Oh-" and then she was coming, clutching at his back, her body hard and
still but gripping him inside, vibrations transmitted from her to him where
they were joined. That was what sent him over the edge, sent him spilling
over inside her with a harsh, low sigh.
"Oh, my God," she managed when he slumped against her. "That - I -"
He laughed, trembling breaths hot against her neck. "I know. You were - we
They stayed there for long, companionable moments, but finally, she released
him, and gently but firmly extricated herself to wash. His thoughts
lingered temptingly on what it might be like to take her under the shower
spray, but he didn't follow.
"So what happened to you not bein' able to reach out?" he wondered when they
were dressed again and drinking coffee on the balcony. It didn't escape his
notice that they never made it to her bedroom. He didn't ask to stay, and
she didn't offer.
"There are a lot of ways of being damaged." A shadow flitted over her
features, then lifted. "But I've learned to seize the day. At least a
"That why you asked me back here?"
She shrugged. "I guess. I just like you, that's all. Does it matter?"
He had to work not to betray just how much that flattered him. "You're not
damaged, Diana," he said when his ego was back under some semblance of
"Maybe," she said offhandedly, but she seemed pleased enough. "So what
about you, John? Are you going to seize the day?" It took him a moment to
realise he was talking about their conversation in the bar.
He shrugged. "Monica does enough seizing for the both of us." Funny how
that appealed to him in Diana, but in Monica it made him unsure. Maybe
because he wasn't yet ready for what Monica had to offer. He was kind of
hoping she'd wait for him, though.
Diana smiled a little, and he had the uncomfortable sense that she
understood all too well. "Well, don't make her wait too long." She got to
her feet and went indoors. He followed. "You want me to call you a cab?"
He took the hint. "I'll walk. It isn't far." He watched her. Eyes grave.
"Am I going to see you again?"
Diana shook her head. "I like you, John, but I can't be pulled back into
all that. I just can't."
He wasn't really surprised. "Okay."
She kissed him. "Seize the day, John," she said. Smiled fondly at him.
He gave her hand a final squeeze. "You too, Diana."
It was still raining when he went out onto the street, but he whistled all
the way home.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Written for the Harem Doggett Manwhore challenge, which
proposed, strictly tongue-in-cheek, that Doggett should satisfy the lusty
desires of as many Other Women as possible. As always, writing sex is
excruciating for me (I'm just a wilting flower underneath it all!) and I
appear to be incapable of avoiding the spectre of a plot even when the
challenge virtually demands it, but I hope you like it anyway. -- Deslea