TITLE:  THE BACK RUB
AUTHOR:  ANGIE
E-MAIL:  ????

This story is definitely a M/S romance, described in 
"loving detail". I 'm giving it an NC-17 
rating, so if you are under 18 or if reading about two 
people being intimate bothers you, go on 
to the next story.
Disclaimer: As you all know, our favorite two agents, their 
enemies and their friends all belong 
to Chris Carter and all the folks who make the X-files 
happen for us. I only borrowed 'em, I 
swear I'll return them in same condition I got them in. I'm 
not making any money off this and 
suing me wouldn't do any good, so please don't waste your 
time or mine trying.
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Dana reached over and turned on the hot water tap in the 
shower. As she waited for the water 
to get hot, she slipped her clothes off and kicked them 
into the corner. Grabbing a towel and 
tossing it over the shower rod where she could reach it 
easily, she opened the curtain and 
slipped into the steaming flow of water.
"Ahhh!....At last!!" she sighed, as she stepped under the 
showerhead and the water run over her 
hair and down her face.
It had been a truly rotten day. An inconclusive autopsy, 
two hours spent hunched over 
paperwork, Mulder had been moody and sulky all day, topped 
off with a truly *lovely* meeting 
with Skinner about the expense vouchers for their last 
case. Her ears still burned. She just 
wanted a nice hot shower, a cup of herbal tea and a good 
book. A nice quiet evening to herself, 
to unwind.
Dana shampooed her hair quickly, rinsed, then grabbed the 
soap. She felt better already. The 
petite woman soaped herself up, rinsed, then turned the 
water off. She grabbed the towel off the 
shower rod and wiped her face.
She lifted her right leg over the side of the tub, stepping 
carefully onto the bathmat and was just 
lifting her left leg to step out of the tub completely when 
her right foot skidded out from under 
her.
The next thing she knew she was laying flat on her back, 
which was *killing* her. She moaned 
softly. "Shit!" she thought, "Just what I needed!! What a 
*perfect* end to my day!!"
She pushed herself off the floor...or tried to anyway since 
a muscle in her back spasmed as she 
tried. She cried out in pain and sank back to the floor. As 
she lay there, she tried to figure out 
what to do next.
"Hmmm...alright, Dr. Dana! What now?" she muttered to 
herself. Her mind flashed to her sister-
in-law. Bill Jr. 's wife had joked during her pregnancy 
that she suffered from the Turtle Effect. 
Dana had been puzzled until the woman had explained that 
with her swollen stomach, she had 
felt like a turtle that had been flipped on its shell, 
unable to get out of bed or up from a chair 
without a helping hand. Dana felt a bit like that now.
Thinking for a moment, she tried to roll onto her hands and 
knees. No luck. There just wasn't 
enough room to roll over. She was trying to think of 
another solution when she heard a knock 
on the front door.
"HELP!! " she cried out.
Dana heard some one try the front door, then heard a crash 
as the door was kicked in. She 
closed her eyes and sighed. Her landlord was gonna *love* 
fixing her door -- again! It had to 
be Mulder.
"Scully!! Scully!!" she heard him shout, frantically.
"I'm in the bathroom!!" she called out.
The bathroom door burst open and Mulder nearly fell in, 
looking to Dana like Kramer coming 
into Jerry's apartment on Seinfeld. His eyes went wide as 
he looked at her and his jaw dropped 
open. He then quickly shut both, swallowed once hard and 
said, evenly with his eyes still 
closed, "Ummmm...can I get you a robe or something?"
Dana looked down and suddenly realized that she was still 
wet and naked from her shower. 
She blushed, then grinned. She would HAVE to remember the 
look on his face.
"Sorry...There, I covered myself with my towel...you can 
open your eyes now...and hand me 
my robe. Its on the hook behind the door." she grinned at 
him as he opened his eyes. He didn't 
look at her at all as he turned and grabbed the robe.
Mulder cleared his throat, then said as he stepped toward 
her. "So...what happened?"
"I fell getting out of the shower! And now I cant get 
up...my back is *killing* me. Can you give 
me a hand?"
"Ummm ...Sure..." He held out a hand, not looking directly 
at her, then closed her eyes as he 
pulled her up off the floor.
She allowed him to pull her up, wincing and sucking in her 
breath as the motion caused the 
muscles to spasm again. She made it to her feet, then fell 
forward against him as pain shot 
through her again. 
*********************
Mulder gamely kept his eyes closed, aware that the towel 
that covered her (barely) would slip 
as she stood up. He felt her fall against him and put his 
arms around her to support her, finding 
his arms suddenly full of a bare Scully with only his 
clothes between them.
His mind was whirling with the events of the past few 
minutes and he was having trouble thinking 
straight. First he had come up to Scully's door, peace 
offering ( takeout Cashew Chicken from 
the Peking Palace) in hand. He had knocked on the door, and 
heard only faintly her cry for 
help. Adrenaline had rushed through his body, fear for her 
filling him. He had kicked the door in, 
gun at the ready, looking frantically in the living room 
and kitchen, crying out her name. His heart 
was in his throat when she had called out and he nearly 
fell through the bathroom door as he 
opened it -- only to be awed by the sight of her beautiful 
*naked* body lying on the floor, 
obviously alive and relatively unharmed. Relief, amazement, 
disbelief, and desire fought for his 
attention as his jaw dropped. He suddenly closed his eyes, 
realizing who he was gawking at like 
a schoolboy, and he had asked her, as calmly as he could if 
she wanted her robe.
He had been trying, and had *almost* succeeded in fighting 
down the instant erection he had 
gotten from seeing her. Then he started to help her up and 
she fell, naked, into his arms. Now 
he was in serious trouble.
He took a deep breath to clear his mind, chanting over and 
over mentally "This is your partner, 
she is hurt, don't be an ass! This is your partner, she's 
hurt...". He draped the robe around her, 
picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, the chant 
still going through his mind.
********************
Dana just stood there, leaning against Mulder. She was 
still woozy with the pain when she felt 
the robe wrap around her shoulders. "Any other time, Dana, 
and this would be a fantasy come 
true." she thought "but noooooo...you have to be crippled 
with pain before you end up naked in 
a man's arms. You DO need a life."
She felt him pick her up and carry her into the bedroom, 
where he set her down gently on the 
bed. As he released her, she pulled the robe closed in 
front. He still wasn't looking her in the 
eyes.
"Mulder, there's a bottle of ibuprofen in the medicine 
cabinet. I think I could use a couple."
When he left the room, she sat there on the edge of the bed 
and stretched, trying to work the 
kinks out. He returned a minute later, with a glass of 
water in one hand and the bottle of 
ibuprofen in the other.
"I brought you Cashew Chicken. It even survived the drop to 
the floor when I let myself in." He 
gave her a crooked smile as he set the glass down on the 
nightstand. "You gave me a scare, you 
know."
"Sorry. " She looked up at him and gave him a soft smile. 
"My hero." She joked as she shook 
out two pills and took them.
"How's the back?"
"It's nothing serious. But...."
"But what, Scully??"
"Oh, nothing...I'm fine." He gave her a sceptical look to 
which she replied "Really!!!"
"Nothing I can do??"
"Welll...a backrub might help...if you don't mind..."
Dana was definitely enjoying the look on Mulder's face. He 
seemed very uncomfortable at the 
idea, but nodded. She turned around and lay face down on 
the bed, resting her cheek on her 
folded arms.
*****************
"Oh, shit! Oh shit!.." the thought kept rolling through his 
mind. Bad enough that he hadn't had 
any kind of release for more than a week, now he had this 
very vital, very sexy, nearly nude 
woman asking him to rub her. He was going to have to be 
VERY careful. As she rolled onto 
her stomach, he took a deep breath.
He climbed onto the bed and gingerly straddled her. She 
looked back at him, one eyebrow 
raised. He shrugged at her.
"Only way I know how to rub backs. Is there a problem?" he 
chuckled at her. She shook her 
head and smiled as she rested her head on her hands.
He began to rub her back, his hands firm on the muscles. 
The thumbs pressed into the knot he 
felt on one side of the spine. He heard her moan in pain 
when he pressed against the knot, her 
body stiffening.
"Mulder, that hurts...you're rubbing the skin raw through 
the fabric...just a minute...." she slipped 
her robe off her shoulders, without getting up. "There. 
Just pull it down to my waist."
She lay back down, her breasts hidden in the comforter she 
lay on. He pulled the robe down to 
her waist, holding his breath. "Well, I know what I'll be 
dreaming about tonight" he thought to 
himself.
He began to rub again, his hands firm but gentle on her 
back. She could feel the tension and 
pain disappearing as the knot loosened. When the muscles 
became more supple under his 
thumbs, he began to rub more of her back.
His thumbs inched their way up her spine, his fingers 
splayed out to her sides. He soon reached 
her shoulders and began to knead the muscles there. Soon 
she was making soft moans as she 
relaxed. Mulder found the sounds erotic and was very aware 
of the fact that she was right 
between his legs. He was hard again and her perfect, sexy 
little butt was so close to his erection. 
Through his jeans he could feel where their legs touched. 
He was having a very difficult time 
keeping his hands from wandering.
Scully meanwhile was in heaven....the backrub felt so ggod. 
He had rubbed the knot right out, 
and began getting all the kinks out of the muscles along 
the spine and continued on to her 
shoulders. She just *knew* he was going to start on her 
neck soon and then she would be in 
trouble. She really wasn't aware of the soft noises she was 
making. All she knew was that it felt 
wonderful!! She began to move responsively under the 
hands,arching her back a little. As she 
arched her back, he butt raised a little, brushing against 
his upper thighs.
"Could that be what I thought?" She wondered.
Mulder just about had a heart attack when her ass brushed 
against his erection. "Great! " he 
thought..."Now she's gonna think I'm some kind of pervert!"
His right thumb brushed across the nape of her neck as his 
hands continued kneading her 
shoulders. At that feathery touch, her body twitched.
"Scully?" he asked "You ok? Want me to stop??"
She shook her head and he heard her mumble, "No, keep 
going. This feels good."
Mulder pondered that. Could she be as excited as he was? He 
quickly looked behind him at her 
feet. Yup! Toes curled hard...she WAS enjoying this. 
Hmmm..lets see who cries "Uncle" first. 
He smiled.
He continued to rub her shoulders for a few minutes, his 
thumbs "accidently" brushing the nape 
of her neck a few more times. She shivered slightly each 
time, but didnt't ask him to stop.
He began to rub more lightly, his strokes along her back 
getting longer. He was soon running his 
hands up her spine, sliding around her shoulders, brushing 
her nape,then running them down her 
sides. Each time, he got a little closer to her breasts on 
the slide down and to her hips and ass 
before coming back up the spine.
She was moaning again. Nearly continuously. Her breath was 
catching in her throat each time he 
touched her nape and the way his fingertips just missed 
carressing her breasts and ass each time 
was driving her insane.
Mulder smirked to himself. She was trembling under his 
hands. He lightened his touch a bit, so 
that his fingers were barely brushing her skin. He paid 
particular attention to the nape of her 
neck, as he could tell she was very sensitive there.
End Part 1 
Part 2 
Scully couldn't believe how aroused she was getting from a 
simple, innocent little back rub. But 
she was. He breath was fast and shallow, her body twitching 
and trembling under Mulder's 
touch, her hips were involuntarily shifting under him as he 
straddled her. Her self-control was 
brittle now, the slightest strain would make it snap. 
And then it happened. Suddenly she felt the softest, 
gentlest brush of lips against her neck and 
her self-control went to pieces. She had been so worked up 
by the touch of his hands and 
fingers on her back, her skin so sensitized by the 
electricity that seemed to flow from that 
impossible contact that the tiny, light little kiss he 
place on that overstimulated nerve center 
pushed her over the edge.
Mulder was stunned. He had been lightly caressing her for 
several minutes. He knew he should 
stop. Because the noises she was making, the fresh-washed 
smell of her hair and skin, the way 
her muscles were quivering under his hands---these things 
all combined into a heady rush that 
threatened to overtake him.
He was about to lift his hands from her back when he gave 
into one small impulse. He carefully 
leaned over and brushed his lips against the nape of her 
neck, his nose buried in her auborn 
tresses. As his lips touched her skin he was awed to feel 
her shudder violently under him, 
whimpering noises emanating from where her face was buried 
in the blanket.
"Scully?" he whispered incredulously.
He got off of her, kneeling beside her on the bed, one hand 
on her shoulder.
She seemed to be struggling for breath as she looked up at 
him eyes bright with desire. Before 
he had a chance to speak again she sat up and fastened her 
lips on his, pushing him down onto 
the bed and covering his body with her own.
Scully was more than a little surprised by the orgasm that 
rocked her. He hadn't even touched 
her breasts except for the little brushes along the sides. 
He had given her an orgasm just by 
stroking her back and neck!! Incredible!! Her feverish mind 
barely heard him whisper her name 
as his weight left her back, but she looked up at him and 
the restrained lust in his eyes removed 
whatever self-control she had left. She surged off the bed, 
knocking him on his back as she 
attacked his mouth with her own. He seemed very surprised 
but soon was responding 
passionately.
Their tongues dueled, their hands explored and soon both 
were naked. He rolled her over onto 
her back and began to kiss his way down the side of her 
neck and shoulder. Her nails raked his 
back on their way to his ass where she squeezed firmly.
His mouth found its way to her breasts and he gently sucked 
on each one for a few seconds. 
The moist pull on the nipples made her gasp and her hips 
raised against his chest where he lay 
atop her. He started to slide lower on her body, but she 
caught his head in her hands and urged 
him upwards.
"Please, Fox, please.....fill me...I can't wait...." Her 
voice was ragged and breathy, as if she was 
having to struggle in order to speak at all. Never had he 
heard his name uttered in quite those 
tones and he found he liked it...and wanted to hear her 
call him Fox again.
He kissed her deeply as he slid his lean body between her 
legs. He wanted to please her, 
wanted her scream his name out. He looked down at her face 
as he guided his erection to the 
opening between her legs.
"Oh, God....FOX!!" she cried out as he slid into her. She 
was amazed at how perfectly he fit 
inside her, like two pieces of a puzzle.
A tremor passed though him at the passion in her voice as 
she cried out his name. He slid his 
arms under her shoulders, cradling her as he moved slowly 
out then in again. Her arms slid 
under his and her nails dug into his back. She wrapped her 
legs around his thighs, digging her 
heels into the bed and pushing herself into his thrusts.
At each thrust a low sound escaped from her lips. As his 
thrusts got harder and faster that small 
sound grew louder and longer until she was crying out 
continuously. Their hips moved faster, his 
thrusts harder.
She tipped her head back and closed her eyes. Her body 
trembled and shook under his as she 
neared climax. Her head began to move from side to side.
He brought his head down to whisper in her ear. "Are you 
ready?"
"Yes !! oh yes....please!!!"
"Look at me then, Dana....." he breathed.
She opened her eyes, falling into the intensity she saw 
there as his body thrashed against hers. 
The look in those hazel orbs told her all she desired as 
wave after wave rippled through her and 
his name tore from her lips again, nearly a scream.
Mulder felt her hips buck against his, heard her scream his 
name in ecstasy and his own orgasm 
washed over him as he tried to tell her everything is his 
heart through his eyes. As the tension left 
his body, he felt her arms and legs release him. Her body 
continued to quiver and twitch for 
several moments after he slid out of her and rolled onto 
his side, taking her into his arms and 
kissing her on the top of her head.
Scully relaxed, still overwhelmed by the sensations she 
just experienced. Had that expression in 
Mulder's eyes been love, or just lust? She still could not 
believe what just happened. She wasn't 
sorry it had, not by any means, but she sincerely hoped 
this didn't cause problems. Right now, 
she decided, she really didn't care. She snuggled her face 
against his chest and her eyes closed, 
too heavy to keep them open any longer.
Mulder couldn't believe the intensity of the experience he 
was recovering from. Had she been 
able to see the love in his eyes? He had wanted to tell her 
but just couldn't seem to control his 
voice enough. Besides, he didn't want her to think he was 
insincere. He felt very content, lying 
here with her asleep against his chest. He knew he had to 
tell her how he felt now, though, 
before he lost his nerve.
"Dana. Hey, Dana...."
He spoke softly into her hair. She roused a little and 
mumbled "Hmmm?" Her breath was warm 
against his skin.
"Dana....you know I love you, right?"
"Um hmmm?" She sighed, still half asleep. "Love you, too, 
Fox."
Her voice was low and husky and he could tell she was in 
that twilight between sleep and 
wakefulness, where one speaks without thought and truth 
emerges. His arms tightened around 
her, drawing her body closer to his. He fell into a sleep 
made dreamless by the one that came 
true in his arms.
END