Date: August 25th, 1999 Title: "All The Answers" Author: Tonya Cox (tonnaree) Email: tonnaree@yahoo.com Description: First I wrote "All you had to do was ask." To my pleasure and surprise people liked it so much they ask for a sequel. So I wrote "Question and Answer Period." I was even more surprised when requests came in for a "threequel". Well, here it is. You can read this one just for the sex, but it will make more sense if you read the other two first. Content: Smut, MSR. Spoilers: Vague references up through FTF and Season 6. Summary: 3 words - Resolved Sexual Tension. Archive: Anywhere smut is welcome. Rating: A big ole NC-17 for graphic sex. (Lock up the children, Non-shippers run for cover.) Disclaimer: And on the 8th day Chris Carter created the X-Files. Mulder and Scully belong to him, I had nothing to do with it. I'm sure the lawyers at Fox and 1013 have better things to do than shag my butt. Feedback: I shiver in anticipation. Dedication: This is for the drooling psychotic women of the SAO, it's their fault. "All The Answers" By Tonya Cox (tonnaree) "Well Mulder, I needed to ask you a question." He could still hear her voice as he drove through he streets of DC, the slightly teasing tone of the question; and the smokey quality it took on as she added, "and I need to ask it in person." So Mulder found himself weaving his way to Scully's apartment for the second time that night. The first time had been innocent enough. He needed a file. Scully had it. But when he got there, he found neither Scully nor the file. What he had found both thrilled and terrified him. There on his partners computer screen had been the words, [Shall I seduce you?]. Mulder had been a little shocked to discover Scully's erotic musings. But not too shocked to go ahead and read them. That was a thrill. The terror struck when he realized the question was directed at him. Dana Scully had been his partner on the X-Files for 6 years. He had loved her only slightly less time than that. He believed she treasured their relationship as much as he did. But he had given up hope that she wanted more. So there was a line he never crossed. He wouldn't have risked the best thing in his life by asking what she could not give. But now, now he had done what was perhaps the bravest thing in his life. It was braver than chasing beast women in New Jersey; braver than exploring the nests of liver eating mutants; hell, it was even braver than eating Frohike's cooking. Before he left Scully's apartment he had looked again at the question posed. [Shall I seduce you?] One little post-it note and he had crossed the line. One little word, "yes." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "#@!$%$%&*&!!!!" For the 5th time in 10 minutes Scully slamed down he phone. "Hell of a time for Mulder to turn off his @#@!# cell phone." **Can't back out now Dana**, her subconscious chuckled. **He's on his way. Probably breaking all land speed records too** The voice in her head sounded entirely too smug. "Don't make me get the Bailey's again!" she growled. Scully was pacing the floor like a caged animal. The confidence she had felt when she asked Mulder to come over had faded. Now she was fighting the evil voice again. **You ain't got enough Bailey's to get rid of me now! This is it. Capital "I," capital "T," IT. Put up or shut up!"** Scully collapsed on the sofa. "I think I'm gonna puke," she moaned. **Don't you love him?** The voice was much softer now. "You know I do." **Don't you want him?** "God yes" **Then stop fighting it. Don't you know he loves and wants you too.** "Well, he's made it clear he wants me at least." **You said for you this isn't just about lust, do you really think it's just lust for him?** Scully thought, Scully remembered. Remembers waking up in the hospital, the first face she sees worn with worry and grief. Remembers a night and a bridge; a sister found then lost again, for her. Remembers a hallway and words (You make me whole. I owe you everything), and a chance just missed. Love, lust, what she and Mulder felt for each other could not be that easily categorized. It was both, and more. **And it's time to stop dancing around the issue. It's a wonder you two haven't spontaneously combusted yet.** If it were possible for a subconscious to smirk, Scully's would be smirking. But much as she hated to admit it the evil voice was right. It was TIME. This was IT. There was a knock at the door. Mulder's timing was impecable as usual. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Hey Scully." Mulder walked in and flopped on the couch. His attitude was a study in nonchalance. Amazing considering the butterflies in his stomach, angry flesh-eating butterflies. What if he was wrong about why Scully called him over. What if she was really pissed. After all, he had invaded her privacy in a big way. He glanced at her casual attire and wondered if she was packing heat. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Packing heat? Mulder had no idea. From the moment he walked in the door Scully's temperature had steadily risen. The tight jeans, the touseled hair, the wise-ass grin, just the sight of him and she was wet already. But despite her arousal she also felt strangely calm and in control. Once Scully made up her mind about something she was a force to be reckoned with. She'd wanted this man for years and had run from it. Now that she had stopped running she wasn't just going to cross the line, she was going to obliterate it! Without saying a word Scully sat facing Mulder on the couch. Still silent she caught his gaze and held it. There were a thousand questions in his eyes, but tonight all she wanted from him was answers. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Mulder was starting to squirm. Oh god, she is pissed. Apologize quick before she shoots you! "Scully I'm so sorry....I shouldn't have....I...it was just....I thought....." "Shut up Mulder." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Inwardly Scully grinned, he was so cute when flustered. She leaned slightly toward him and placed two fingers on his lips, ending his outburst. "For as long as I've known you you've done nothing but talk. Well, tonight I'm writing the script. You've got one line and you better get it right." As she spoke she began to slide her fingers across is lips, teasing them open. He sat there transfixed, his breath shallow, waiting, hoping, for what she would do next. Her fingers traveled down his cheek and traced the line of his jaw. "Did you like what you read?" "Scully I.....," he started. "Ssh, that's not your line Mulder. I only want to hear one word from you tonight." Somewhere deep in that Oxford educated brain a light dawned. When she asked again, he was ready. "Did you like what you read?" "Yes." Scully placed a hand on Mulders thigh, feeling the muscles there tighten. She looked into his eyes and saw what smoldered there. Oh yea, tonight she would have all the answers. She leaned closer till her lips brushed his cheek, till she could feel the flush of his skin. She whispered in his ear the $25000 question. "Shall I seduce you?" "Yes." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Mulder was wound tighter than a clock. Her hand was on his leg. Her breath was in his ear. It's a good thing he only had one line tonight because he was almost incapable of consious thought. At this point if Scully had ask him to take her gun and shoot himself in the foot his answer would still have been "yes." And now she was taking his hand and pulling him up, leading him down the hall into the bedroom. A small lamp glowed on the nightstand. They stood facing each other in the dim light. No lines between them now. Mulder reached for the collar of his shirt. Immediately Scully grabbed his hands and with a slow shake of her head, placed them back at his sides. Ok, he thought, your script. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ On Christmas day at the Scully house Dana was always the last to finish opening her gifts. Her brothers and sister laughed a her every year. They didn't understand that for Scully, the anticipation was as sweet as the reward. As she looked at Mulder standing in her bedroom she knew that opening this package was a task she would savor. First the shirt, one button at a time until it fell open. Scully put both palms on his chest, slid them up to his shoulders and eased the shirt off. She'd seen Mulder shirtless, hell she'd seen him naked, in hotel rooms, in hospitals. She had forever caressed him with her eyes, longing to touch, to taste. Now, she wrapped her arms around his waist and laid her head against his chest. The thin hair there tickled her cheek and she could hear his heartbeat. **Hum, Dr. Scully, the patient's pulse is a bit accelerated.** The evil voice was now her partner in crime. Bet I can still kick it up a notch, she thought to herself. With a sly grin she turned and ran her tongue around Mulder's nipple. She felt his hand in her hair. Her grin widened as she bit down. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Mulder sighed as Scully nuzzled his chest like a kitten. This was sweet torture but he was determined to let her lead. As he felt her tongue on his nipple he shuddered and reached a tentative hand to stoke her hair. Then he discovered the kitten had teeth! Mulder gasp and his fingers tightened in Scully's hair, pulling her head back. There was a wicked glint in her eye. "Kiss me Mulder," she demanded. "Yes." He was more than happy to comply. Their first kiss was not tender. It was sharp, insistent. They had waited to long for tenderness. Scully's lips were ripe like fruit and Mulder was a starving man. As he at last fed his hunger, he felt her hands move from his waist to his ass. She pulled him firmly against her. They both moaned as their lower bodies ground together. As his erection pressed into Scully's soft belly Mulder wondered if anyone had ever actually died from unresolved sexual tension. Just as he was in danger of bringing the evening to an abrupt end, Scully broke away. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Scully needed a moment to regain control. "Take your shoes off Mulder." She was trembling from head to toe, barely contained. **Like certain parts of Mulder's anatomy** The evil voice interjected. **We should help the poor guy** For once Scully and her subconscious were on the same page. Time to finish unwrapping. After Mulder had kicked his shoes in the corner, she grabbed him by the belt buckle. The bulge in his pants was almost comical, almost. "Why Agent Mulder, is that a Glock-9 in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?" Mulder was apparently beyond any snappy retorts. He smiled and stuck to his script. "Yes." Scully quickly disposed of his belt and then took a critical look at his pants. Buttons, she thought, this will take both hands. Her hands were small but it was still a snug fit. As she worked at his fly her knuckles grazed the length of Mulder's cock. His breathing was becoming more ragged by the moment. Then his pants were open. Impatient suddenly, Scully yanked his jeans and boxers down with one hard tug. Mulder stepped out of them and shoved them in the corner to join his shoes. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Looking into Scully's eyes Mulder had never felt more exposed. And it had nothing to do with his absence of clothes. This woman saw through him, all the way. He wanted her hands on him now more than he'd ever wanted anything. Ever the mind reader, his Scully, she reached out and curled her fingers around his swollen member. She stoked it slowly with just the slightest bit of a squeeze. A small drop of liquid appeared at the tip. She took her thumb and spread the fluid around the sensative head. Mulder was weak kneed. He found support on Scully's shoulder. How many times had he touched himself imagining it was her? Shallow fantasies those, the reality was overwhelming. He leaned into the curve of her neck and placed a quiet kiss there. "Mulder?" Her voice was a soft breeze in his hair. "Yes." "Would you like to watch me undress?" "Yes." Mulder found himself falling backwards. One playful shove and Scully had him on the bed. He lay back on his elbows to watch. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Wanton, such an archaic word, so out of date. But it was the only word for how Scully felt right now. Looking at Mulder lying on her bed, his body lean and strong, his cock hard against his belly, she felt wanton. His eyes never left her as she took the hem of her shirt and lifted it over her head. A practiced flick of her wrist and bra popped open. She met Mulder's stare as she reached up to play with her breasts. They were heavy and warm. Wanton. "Do you like what you see?" No sound came from him but his lips formed the word. "Yes." Scully pinched her nipples, feeling them harden. A jolt of pleasure ran down her spine. The ache in her groin was now almost unbearable. Wanton. She made quick work of her jeans but tantalized him more with the panties. Bit by agonizing bit she drew the silk and lace from her hips, down her legs. She bent over to remove them and as she stood back up she allowed her fingers to trail back up her skin. They dipped briefly into the moisture between her thighs then rose to her mouth. Mulder's eyes widened now, dark with wanting, with need, all for her. Scully slipped two fingers into her mouth and sucked. Wanton. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Mulder groaned at the sight of Scully tasting herself. This was almost too much. Ice queen my ass, he thought. This was a creature of pure flame threatening to engulf him. She came toward him now, joined him on the bed. Dana Scully never presented a less than perfect face to the world, attractive, stylish, flawless. Mulder had seen the way men looked at her. But here, naked and unadorned, with her hair disheveled and her eyes bright with desire she had never been more beautiful. "Mulder?" "Yes." "Touch me." He reached for her, drew her close. She threw one leg over his side so that she sat astride him. He showered her pale skin with kisses, her face, her neck, her chest. His mouth found her breasts, licking first one then the other, before taking one to suckle. Scully made the most gratifying sound low in her throat. A sound which turned in to a cry as he bit down. Two can play your game, he thought, pain and pleasure in equal parts. His hands were not idle. They ran down the smoothness of her back, her belly, pausing to ruffle the ginger colored curls that grew there. He slid his fingers into her cleft, finding delicious wetness. He began to gently circle her clit. Searching for the right touch. It didn't take long to find and soon Scully was reduced to soft whimpers. Mulder was dying to be inside her, aroused almost passed the point of endurance, but he wanted this for her first. She was lying on his chest now, her hips rocking in rhythm with his fingers. He increased the pressure, stroked a little faster and her whimpers grew louder. Her legs gripped his body, her sighs turned into words. "Please.....yes........oh." Then she was crying out, shaking violently as the orgasm took her. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Scully couldn't think, couldn't breath. All she could do was hold on for the ride. How many nights had she lain alone in this bed dreaming of Mulder's hands. Now his arms were around her, holding her as the last ripples of pleasure faded. When she could see again she lifted her head and raised up on her arms to look at him. Mulder smiled and took her face in his hand. "Yes??" He was still sticking to his script, but she heard the question in his voice. She turned her head to kiss a palm. "Yes. Oh yes." He had followed her willingly all night, held back and trusted her to get them this far. Now it was his turn. She wanted to see him lose control. To watch his face as him came inside her. She kissed him again, running her tongue across the fullness of his lower lip, scrapping it with her teeth. Reluctantly leaving Mulder's mouth, Scully trailed kisses down his body. She moved backwards till she straddled his hips. She could feel his erection straining against her backside. She sat up and took his cock in her hand. Mulder closed his eyes and bit his lip. His hands held fistfulls of sheet. She was about to ease down when her subconscious decided to interrupt. **Can't we torture him just a little more?** Scully was starting to like that evil voice. She started tease the head of Mulder's cock up and down he slit, rubbing it on her still tender clit. "Do you want me?" The answer came from gritted teeth. "Yes." "Now?" Mulder obviously felt that actions spoke louder than words. He took hold of her ass with both hands and pulled her down. One thrust and he was buried deep. Scully gasp, to be filled after so long an emptiness. She froze a moment just to feel him, every inch, every ridge. Then she began to move, lifting up till the tip hovered just inside her. Mulder responded by pulling her back down, his hips rising to meet her. Together they set a furious pace, the time for gentleness past. Mulder reached once more for her clit but Scully stopped his hand. He opened his eyes to see her shaking her head. "No," she whispered, "you." Accepting her gift Mulder closed his eyes again, giving himself over to sensation. As his thrusts grew more frantic Scully urged him on, wanting it all. "Let it go Mulder, for me, let it go." Suddenly his body stiffened, his hands tightened around her hips. She watched as he came, his head whipping from side to side, his hair dark with sweat. Her name came out in harsh pants of breath. "Scully, yes." She was close now too, slipped a finger down to touch herself and got off with a few short, sharp strokes. They fell together into darkness. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Morning light found them sleeping, a jumble of arms and legs. That was the best dream ever, was Mulder's first thought apon waking. That was before he realized that what he held in his arms was not a dream (or a sofa cushion) but a warm Scully. He shifted slightly so that he could see her face, luxuriating for a time in watching her sleep. He thought of all the questions they had at last answered, spoken and unspoken. He thought of Scully's words, the ones that had started it all, [Shall I seduce you.], and the magic wrought by one post-it note. He kissed the top of her head relishing the scent of her. Scully murmured something unintelligible and burrowed closer. She threw an arm around him, her hand coming to rest possessively on his ass. Mulder felt a stiring in his groin. Now this is the way to wake up, he thought. Perhaps there still were a few answers waiting to be found. "Scully?" "Hummmmm?" He lifted her chin and captured her lips with his. She taste like sex and candy. When he pulled away, her eyes were open, looking at him with both love and bemusement. She snuggled her hips up to his growing erection and raised an inquiring eyebrow. Mulder could take a hint. "So Scully, was there anything else you wanted to ask me?" -end- As always, many thanks to Megan, whose guidance keeps me from looking like a total idiot. You're the best chickie.