From: lilytiger73@yahoo.com   
      
   Title: Caught: When The Time Feels Right   
   Author: Dana Doggett   
   Feedback: feedback@danadoggett.com   
   Date: August 28, 2006   
   Rating: R   
   Category: Doggett POV, Doggett/Scully   
      
   Disclaimer: In my hands these characters really aren't the characters   
   that surfer created, they're better  than that, they like to explore   
   more extreme possibilities.   
      
   Beta: none   
      
   Summary: Doggett's perspective on the happenings of "Caught" and   
   "Caught: Background Noise".   
      
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   Sometimes I feel I shouldn't be touching her like this, making love to   
   her. Dana leans down and kisses my forehead before reaching back to   
   support herself on my knee. Her entire body moves in rhythm with mine.   
   Her breasts thrust out. I know she wants me to touch her.   
      
   I place my hands on her tiny waist and move them up to hold her chest.   
   I massage them, squeeze them gently, slowly caressing my thumbs over   
   her erect nipples.   
      
   I'm close, so close to orgasm. She must sense this because she takes   
   my hand and places it in between our bodies.   
      
   "Here..." She moans.   
      
   She's so wet. I press my thumb against her enlarged clit and massage   
   it soft at first and then harder and harder as our thrusting becomes   
   erratic.   
      
   I squeeze my eyes shut and grunt loudly as I climax. I sense she's not   
   quite there yet and I manage to keep my rhythm on her clit.   
      
   I open my eyes and stare into Dana's baby blues. She doesn't look away   
   as she did the first couple times we made love.   
      
   I love her so much.   
      
   She touches her own breasts, teasing her own nipples with her   
   fingertips. She moans and I swear I'm getting hard again. I watch as   
   she sensually runs her hands down her abdomen to meet mine in between   
   her legs. She touches my hand, applying more pressure to her clit.   
   There's nothing more erotic than a woman who's not afraid to touch   
   herself.   
      
   She moans loudly, signaling to me that she's seconds away from climax.   
   I feel her inner walls contract, squeezing my penis, threatening to   
   get me hard again. I continue to massage her clit to give her the best   
   orgasm that I can.   
      
   She collapses onto my body. I feel her hard nipples on my skin. Her   
   breathing is heavy, panting. She kisses my chest.   
      
   The moment is broken by a loud knock on my front door. Dana and I   
   share a look. The first thing that crosses my mind is who the hell   
   would be dropping by, and the second wonders if they heard us since we   
   wound up making love on the couch in the living room, not too far from   
   my front door.   
      
   Dana pulls herself off my body as I grab my boxer shorts from the   
   ground and put them on. I look out the window, we forgot to close the   
   blinds, and I see Agent Mulder's car parked out in front of my house.   
      
   "Crap, I forgot, Agent Mulder was stopping over tonight to go over a   
   case file."   
      
   I'm an idiot for not remembering this. I know Dana's been worried   
   about what Mulder may think when he finds out she and I are a couple.   
   Before I answer the door I make sure Dana's dressed. I look at her;   
   she's put on my white dress shirt and her black slacks. She's going   
   all out in letting Mulder know she and I are intimate, huh?   
      
   I go to my front door, flip on the light in the foyer and look out the   
   window at Mulder. I can tell by the expression on his face that he's   
   figure out what was going on. He looks hurt. My stomach sinks. The   
   last thing I wanted to have happen was to hurt him. I know he loves   
   Dana, and I never wanted him to find out about us like this.   
      
   Dana stands next to me as I open the door. Mulder doesn't look at me.   
   He looks at Dana with a sad look in his eyes.   
      
   "Agent Mulder, I forgot you were stoppin' by."   
      
   I rub the back of my neck nervously. The guy didn't take very well to   
   me being assigned to the X-Files Division. How's he going to handle   
   Dana and I being together? For a second I worry he may get physical as   
   he did then. I've figured out in the short amount of time that I've   
   known him that he can have quite a short temper.   
      
   Mulder looks at Dana again. I'm not sure if he even heard me. I look   
   from Mulder to Dana and back again, trying to read the situation, to   
   be prepared if things get out of hand.   
      
   Dana clears her throat and looks at Mulder with a coldness I've never   
   seen before. I know she's tired of him not accepting she's moved on,   
   the X-Files are no longer her life's work and that she's in love with me.   
      
   "Because I love him, Mulder. If you had listened to me months ago when   
   I tried to tell you this wouldn't come as such a shock."   
      
   She's harsher to him than I expected her to be. Maybe that shouldn't   
   surprise me. She's been his partner since 1992. I guess there comes a   
   point when a man so dedicated to the work where you need to be so   
   direct, even harsh, to get a point across.   
      
   Dana says nothing more and walks back into my house.   
      
   I look at Mulder sympathetically. I want to say something to clear the   
   air between us, to prevent future awkwardness or hard feelings, but I   
   don't know what to say. What do you say to a man that loves the same   
   woman you do? I want nothing more than to befriend Mulder, and it's   
   been difficult to do, this certainly will not help. Maybe Dana and I   
   shouldn't have hooked up until Mulder understood her feelings and   
   accepted them.   
      
   "We'll go over that case file tomorrow morning, Agent Doggett."   
      
   Mulder pauses and looks like he's deciding to say something more.   
      
   "Have a nice night." He's snide.   
      
   I watch as Mulder turns his back to me and walks down my porch steps.   
   I feel bad about this.   
      
   "Fox." I step forward as Mulder turns to look at me. "I'm sorry."   
      
   I'm sorry he found out about Dana and I like this. I'm sorry he's   
   hurting. I'm sorry he and I will have more difficulty being friends.   
   I'm sorry that Dana didn't make her feelings clear to him months ago.   
   I'm sorry.   
      
   I watch as Mulder walks away without a word.   
      
   I run my hand through my hair. I hope that Mulder accepts what is   
   going on. I hope that he too can find happiness.   
      
   I feel sorry for him. He's allowed his work to become his life. I know   
   what that's like. After Luke was found dead in that field in New York,   
   after Barbara and I divorced, I allowed my work to consume me too. I   
   went to the FBI Academy as I continued to help out at the police   
   department. I managed to work missing persons to help fill the void in   
   my life left there because my own son's case was unsolved. I used   
   Agent Reyes, befriending her, so it would be easier to obtain any new   
   information on my son's case. I became obsessed. I once told Dana that   
   I understood obsession, that is what I was referring to.   
      
   It took me years to see what I was doing. No one told me; it came to   
   me like a revelation five years after Luke's death. I was sitting on   
   my couch and leaned back for a breather. I had been studying details   
   of a case for hours. As I leaned back I took a good look around my   
   home. Every tabletop had paperwork and case files piled on them, notes   
   I had taken. My work had consumed me. I felt sick to my stomach and I   
   cried. I cried for hours. I let go of grief I had continued to carry   
      
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