Title: Consumed Author: Onlnwidow E-Mail: onlnwidow@aol.com Category: MSR Rating: NC-17 (for language and sex) Spoilers: None Archive: Are you kidding? I'd love it! As a fellow archivist, just let me know where it's going so I can visit your site. Feedback: I'm not getting graded or paid for this, so...hell, yes! I'd love some feedback. Disclaimer: Mulder isn't mine, but I really, really wish he was. Summary: At the end of a long case, Mulder and Scully are reunited. Acknowledgements: A huge thanks to my fabulous betas - Jen, Kim, Sheri and Sharon. You gals are the best!! Additional notes at the end of the story. This one's for you, Jen! Thanks for waiting so patiently. : ) *~*~*~*~*~*~ Newton, Massachusetts Motel 6 Opening the door, I emerge from the bathroom, greeted by the darkness of my motel room. I can feel the remaining steam from my bath seep past me to mingle with the cool air suddenly touching my skin. My eyes begin adjusting to the lack of light as I cross the small distance to the bed. Glancing at the door adjoining our rooms, I notice that Mulder has left it open, his silent invitation to me. I remove the towel I've wrapped around my body and let it drop to the floor. The coolness of the room causes my nipples to harden as I reach for my clothes. I slip on panties and a nightshirt, enjoying the feel of the soft satin material against my skin. Deciding against the pajama bottoms, I quietly make my way over to the adjoining door, peeking through the narrow opening. The room is illuminated by the glow of the television. I watch the shadows dance across his skin as his slender fingers toy with the remote. Mulder is a sight for tired eyes. Wearing only a pair of gray boxer briefs, he comfortably lies in the middle of the bed. His back is against the wall with his head supported by the cheap hotel pillows. His long, lean legs are stretched out in front of him, crossed at the ankles. I bask in the vision before me, caressing him with my eyes. As much as I want to touch him right now, I allow myself this small indulgence. Resting my head against the door frame, I watch his chest and taut abdomen rise and fall with each breath. I admire the contours of his muscular arms and shoulders...oh yes, very nice. My gaze travels across his angular jawline before stopping to savor my favorite part -- his pouty lower lip. The spell I am under is broken when he tosses the remote aside, runs his hand through his dark mane of hair then rests it behind his head. For a minute or two he is motionless, then his other hand brushes lightly across his chest. He splays his long fingers, moving them slowly down to his stomach. Hmm, this could get interesting. I raise my own hand, running my fingertips across my lips. I imagine my own hands caressing his body in the same way, playing with the soft hair on his chest and abdomen, dipping my tongue into his navel. A wave of heated arousal runs through me when his hand continues to travel lower, slowly beginning to stroke himself. For once, he has my undivided attention. A sigh escapes my lips, sending warm breath against my fingers. He's so beautiful. I can feel the wetness of arousal between my legs as I watch his hand, touching himself with experienced precision. My mind begins racing as my eyes sweep once again over his firm, muscular body. A smile spreads across my face as I remember the last time Mulder and I made love. It was two weeks ago, right before we were assigned this last case. Mulder had come over to my apartment for dinner, and we had just finished the dishes. We polished off a bottle of wine, and I was feeling unusually playful. I'm amazed how Mulder seems to bring out this side of me, a side I'd forgotten ever existed. It's the part of me that can forget about government conspiracies and crop circles, and just enjoy the moment. Without giving it much thought, I snapped him with the wet towel I'd dried the dishes with. "Hey!" he cried out. Mulder spun around and snatched the towel out of my hand with a gleam in his eyes. "You really shouldn't have done that, Scully." I stared at him for a moment and started to laugh. He lunged towards me and I lost my balance while attempting to dodge his arms. Grabbing me by the waist, he flung me over his shoulder, carrying me into the bedroom while I kicked and screamed for him to put me down. The sound of our laughter filled the room as he threw me on the bed and proceeded to unbutton my blouse, his fingers tickling my skin. I reached out to tug at the hem of his t-shirt. Seeing my intent, he quickly pulled it over his head and threw it to the floor. The look of wild abandon on his face left me breathless as my hands glided across his chest. By the time I was reaching for the button on his jeans, he had finished with my blouse and unhooked my bra with a deft hand. He stopped for a moment and stared into my eyes, pulling his teeth over his lower lip. When he found what he was looking for he gave me a wide smile, lowering his head to capture my mouth with a slow, deep kiss. We quickly rid ourselves of what little clothing remained, continuing to laugh and smile as we made love. I can still hear his laughter and see his beautiful smile when I close my eyes. Sex with Mulder is...amazing. Sometimes its fun and adventurous, other times it's fast and frantic. And then there are times when he is so achingly gentle that it brings me to tears. *~*~*~*~ I have no idea what's taking her so long. I've showered, shaved, packed my suitcase and finished typing our report for Skinner. I'm gonna get extra points with Scully for that one. She said she was going to take a bath, and that was well over an hour ago. I'm actually quite pleased with myself for getting so much accomplished, but I'm really tired of waiting. All I want to do right now is make love to Scully and fall asleep beside her. At least I found a Twilight Zone marathon to keep me occupied. The bathroom door opened a few minutes ago but I don't hear her moving around anymore. I toss the controller aside, run my hand through my hair and attempt to get more comfortable. What the hell is she doing in there? I've been lying here anticipating this evening's 'reunion' for far too long. We agreed to keep our relationship strictly professional when out in the field. So, I haven't been able to touch her for two damn weeks. We've been all over the place on this case, and I'm pretty sure this is the third motel we've stayed at. I swear to God I thought this fucking case would never end. Rod Serling's voice carries softly across the dark room when, out of the corner of my eye, I notice a small movement near the doorway. That little spy. She's hiding behind the door watching me. This provides an opportunity that's just too good to pass up. Concealing a smile, I begin running my hand over my body, intentionally trying to bait her. It might seem like an unfair seduction, but that's what she gets for making me wait all this time. Scully secretly enjoys watching me touch myself, so I decide to indulge her for a few moments. I brush my hand lightly over my chest before skimming it down over my abdomen. I imagine her small, delicate hands caressing me as I run my fingers across my stomach, feeling the light tickle of hair. Confident that I have her undivided attention, I close my eyes as my hand travels farther towards my growing erection. Gliding my fingers down instinctively, I press the palm of my hand against my hard length before reaching down to cup my balls. My hips rise off the bed as my hand slides up again, slowly stroking my shaft before brushing my thumb across the head. The cotton fabric of my boxers adds to the friction as I repeat this ritual several times, imagining Scully's hands working me this way. I do, however, have much bigger plans for tonight, so I decide to blow her cover. I slowly turn my head towards the door and open my eyes. "Hey, Scully," I say low and teasing. "Why don't you come in here and take over for me?" I give her a sleepy smile as she slips through the doorway. She stands there facing me for a moment, and my smile widens as I notice she is wearing a blue silk nightshirt without the bottoms. She crosses the room while my eyes travel down her body, from the sleek line of her neck, the soft swell of her breasts, to her slender white legs. Scully and I have been intimate for some time now, but she still approaches me almost shyly. I wonder if she has any idea how sexy I think that is, and how much more it makes me desire her. She stops near the foot of the bed and I reach for her hand. Spreading my legs apart, I pull her in between them. She smiles and comes willingly into my arms, tucking her legs underneath her. Her soft hair tickles my chin as she lays her head against my shoulder. Wrapping my arms around her, I breathe in her clean scent before placing a gentle kiss in her hair. She nestles her body up against me as she puts her arms around my own, pulling them tighter around herself. I smile as she curls up against me. This was definitely worth the wait. Slowly, I begin to run my hands up and down her back, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "So, how was your bath, Scully?" I ask, teasingly. I can feel her body vibrate against mine as she begins to laugh. "It was quite nice, actually," she replies. Pulling back to look up at me, she shifts her weight, resting her body against my arms. "Very relaxing in fact. I couldn't decide if I wanted to get out or not." I caress my knuckles against the softness of her cheek, giving her a gentle kiss on the lips as she drapes her arms around my neck. "You know, I was beginning to think I'd be sleeping alone tonight," I chuckle lightly. "I thought maybe you went down the drain with the bathwater." I'm rewarded with one of her beautiful smiles and I rest my forehead against hers. "How many times did you refill the bath water, Scully?" This time she laughs out loud, sending a shiver up my spine. "Twice," she confesses. *~*~*~*~*~ I wrap my arms around his neck, smiling while he teases me about my long bath. I knew he would. The warm liquid felt so good against my skin, I felt more relaxed than I had in days. I wasn't ready to get out when the water began to cool, so I emptied most of it out and filled the tub with steamy water again. By the second time, I had decided to keep my feet and hands out so my skin wouldn't be completely pruned from over exposure. He leans in close to speak softly against my ear. I can feel his breath on my neck. His gravelly voice shoots goosebumps across my flesh as he slowly runs his hands up and down my back. Resting my forehead against his, I'm suddenly aware of nothing but the sound of our breathing and the increase of my heart beat. I am becoming completely aroused. Mulder releases a soft sigh, and I sit back slightly to raise an eyebrow at him. "I know we agreed to remain 'professional' on the road until our cases were finished, Scully," he says, stroking my cheek. "But I'm not completely convinced it's helping me stay focused." He lowers his head and turns to brush his lips against my ear. "I miss you," he whispers. "I miss you, too, Mulder," I sigh, as his soft, full lips reach down to briefly capture mine. I run my hands through the back of his hair, pulling him closer. He slowly brushes his tongue across my lower lip, and I surprise him by capturing it with my teeth. I wrap my lips around his tongue, slowly sucking it into my mouth. He moans at my gesture and places his hands around my head, weaving his fingers through my hair. Releasing him, he nips at my lower lip before delving his tongue into my mouth. Our tongues dance lazily as he continues running his hands through my hair, roving them down to rest on my shoulders. My fingers play with the light sprinkling of hair on his chest just as I imagined earlier. I reach up to brush my hand across his cheek, and realize that he has taken the time to shave for me this evening. It's such a simple gesture, but one that pleases me immensely. I know he has been anticipating our reunion as much as I have. Mulder slowly pulls away as his hands travel to the top button of my nightshirt. "Scully," he says softly. "I want to see you." He places wet, open mouthed kisses along my jawbone, and my body responds to his touch. I close my eyes and lean my head back, giving him access to my sensitive neck. I run my hands up his chest and over his shoulders, leaving them on his arms for support as he begins his sweet torture. The muscles of his arms ripple under my hands as he begins to unbutton my nightshirt. I open my eyes to meet his gaze. *~*~*~*~* I'm unable to control the moan that escapes my throat as she sucks my tongue between those full, luscious lips -- lips that are so plump and sweet they practically scream for me to kiss them. I'm trying not to feel too anxious, but as I've said, it's been two damn weeks since I've touched her, really touched her, and it's taking all my strength to hold back and make this last for more than 10 minutes. I remind myself that women are impressed with stamina. I nibble at her bottom lip and thrust my tongue into her mouth, reveling in the taste of her. God, I've missed this. I don't know whose fucking idea it was for us to stay away from each other on a case, but I'm definitely going to renegotiate our terms. Scully looks and feels and tastes too good to stay away from for any length of time. I brush my hands through her silky hair as I reacquaint myself with the inside of her mouth, knowing this is just a warm up. I slide my hands to the front of her shirt, finding the top button. Placing gentle kisses along her jawbone, I slow things down just a little, enjoying the sound of her humming with pleasure. She has this very sensitive spot, right between her neck and her shoulder, and I make a point of giving that area special attention. I've waited long enough. I need to see her, all of her, right now. She looks into my eyes, returning my smile as I begin to unbutton her nightshirt. She shifts to kneel in front of me, resting her hands on my thighs. Releasing the last button, I gently run the backs of my fingers up along either side of the silky material, just barely brushing her skin. Reaching the collar, I gently part the sides of her shirt, letting it fall down over her shoulders to pool around her waist, exposing her to me. I am mesmerized as the material falls away, revealing her breasts. Scully is exquisite, kneeling before me on the bed in nothing but a pair of light blue panties. I reach out my right hand and slowly run my index finger from her collarbone down between her breasts. My eyes follow my finger as it trails down, tracing around her navel before slipping lower to caress the lace along the top of her panties. "These are new," I say quietly, as I look up into her soft blue eyes. She raises her eyebrows at me as a smile creeps across her lips. "Mulder," she shakes her head. "Only you could be so intimately involved with my underwear drawer." She rolls her eyes at me, trying to look annoyed, but I know that she appreciates my observation. Dropping her gaze, I watch her eyes as they travel appraisingly down my body. They grow wide with a mixture of amusement and fascination as she reaches out, touching the hardness straining against my boxers. *~*~*~*~*~ A smile spreads across his face as he watches my reaction. He leans forward again, brushing his lips across my temple. "See what you do to me, Scully?" His voice is low and husky in my ear, and I can feel the wetness pooling between my thighs even more. "I don't know, Mulder," I tease. "I think you did most of this yourself." He leans back against the pillows, and a small gasp escapes his parted lips as I slowly begin to stroke him with the palm of my hand, repeating his earlier actions. I give him a wicked smile and meet his gaze. His gentle, bedroom eyes are a soft shade of green, but I can see his desire for me storming behind them. I feel his hunger for me warming my flesh, and I nearly become undone. I trail my hands down his thighs, tickling my nails across the soft hairs, while he skims the pads of his slender fingers across my legs and up my sides. It occurs to me that the room no longer feels cold, that my skin is burning from his touch. He gently cups my breasts, slowly kneading as he brushes his thumbs over my nipples, teasing them to hardened peaks. I feel my breath quicken, hot against my parted lips. I close my eyes for a moment, reveling in the sensation of his touch. I open them to find him gazing lovingly at me, and a small sigh escapes his lips. Reaching for me, he puts his hands around my shoulders and begins to pull me towards him. "Come 'ere, baby," he whispers tenderly. "Come here." Mulder slides down the bed and lowers me on top of him, capturing my mouth with his. His arms snake around my back as he kisses me slow and deep. His moans vibrate down my throat, his tongue tangling with mine. He continues his exploration as I straddle his hips, pressing my center against his erection. Bringing my hands up to weave through his hair, I begin my own assault on his mouth. I can feel the wetness of my panties as I grind my hips into him. "I hope you're ready for me, Scully," he says between kisses. He reaches down for the forgotten nightshirt that is draped across our legs. I feel the material glide across my skin before he tosses it to the floor. His voice grows deep and raspy with desire. "I have to warn you...I'm going to be out of control." He moves his arms around me, rolling us over so that I'm underneath him. His forearms rest beside my shoulders to support his weight. I cradle his hips between my thighs. He looks down at me with hooded eyes, dark with need, and my heartbeat quickens. "I fully intend to make up for the last two weeks that I've been forbidden to touch you." He stares at me with a want I haven't seen since our first night together. "Tonight, I'm going to devour you." *~*~*~*~*~*~ I mean it when I say that I'm going to devour her -- every last, sweet inch of her. My body is tingling with so much desire I'm beginning to feel lightheaded. I rise up on my hands and knees to get a better look at her. Christ, Scully's so beautiful. We've spent years on the road together, and I've always admired the fact that she spends little time primping in the mirror. She would rather be respected for her intellect and scientific mind, but it's impossible to ignore her natural beauty. Underneath those tailored suits and professionalism, Scully is sexy as hell. I know she doesn't see herself that way which just adds to the attraction I feel towards her. Her self confidence is an aphrodisiac. Her lids are lowered with desire, and her eyes are the most incredible shade of blue. Her lips are reddened from my kisses, and I give them another gentle peck. I can smell her arousal, blending with the scent of my own. My cock is so hard right now, it's begging to be released from the confines of my briefs. I sit back on my knees, briefly stroking myself in a poor attempt to relieve some of the pressure. I reach out to cup her breasts, which fit perfectly into my hands. Soft and full, they are sensitive to my touch. She moans as I lower my head to capture one pink nipple between my lips. I release it with a small popping sound, looking up to see her smiling at me. I roll each nipple between my thumb and forefinger, tugging them to tight peaks before returning the smile. I begin to knead her breasts, teasing them back and forth with my lips and tongue before gently sucking them into my mouth. I take my time, never leaving one unattended and remembering to give them equal attention. I alternate between watching her face and her body reacting to my touch. Temporarily satisfied with the attention I have given that part of her body, I decide to continue my exploration. I sit back on my knees again and begin trailing my hands down her sides, drawing lazy circles over her stomach and hips. She smiles and sighs my name, running her fingers through my hair as I bend over to place feather light kisses across her abdomen, flicking my tongue into her navel. I move to lay down at her side, propping myself up with one arm and tangling one of her legs with mine. For a few minutes I just enjoy watching her as I continue running my hand over her body, slowly caressing and tickling her skin until I see gooseflesh. She lays with one arm above her head, and the leg not held down by my own is slightly raised at the knee. Her eyes are closed and she is completely relaxed. I realize how much I love this woman, laying here with me like this, so open and completely trusting. This hasn't been easy for her at times. When I consider all that we've been through to get to this point, a lump starts to form in my throat. I know that I don't deserve her, and our lives will probably never be perfect or normal. But, that won't stop me from doing everything in my power to make sure she is happy. Scully releases another contented sigh and raises her hand to touch my cheek. "Hey," she says softly. "What are you thinking about?" I look up and meet her questioning gaze. Her brow is slightly creased as she tries to read my emotions. I give her a small smile and shake my head. She knows me so well, probably better than I know myself. And still, she puts up with me. I nuzzle my cheek against her hand, placing a small kiss at the center of her palm. "How much I love you," I answer, looking at her. "How I want to make you happy." Gently cupping her hand around my cheek, she gives me a look that completely takes my breath away. "You do, Mulder," she whispers. "You do." Her voice holds such conviction, I believe her. Chastising myself for getting so sentimental, I remember my words from earlier this evening. It's time to further demonstrate my love and devotion to this woman. I place a kiss on her belly as I cup her sex with my hand, feeling the heat and wetness through her silk panties. I rub small circles against her center, applying slight pressure with the pads of my fingers, and I'm rewarded with a moan. Moving my hands to the delicate band of lace, I hook my thumbs under the waistband of her panties. Slowly, I ease them down her legs before dropping them to the floor next to her nightshirt. I begin to move myself further down the bed when I notice a slight problem. "Hey Scully," I softly call to her. "Scoot up on the bed a bit, okay? I'm gonna need a bit more room down here, sweetheart." I playfully raise my eyebrows at her, giving her a mischievous grin. She smiles back at the endearment, then moves up the bed, propping herself against the pillows. On our first night together, I was not surprised to learn that she keeps her hair trimmed short and precise. It's so very Scully, always manicured to the hilt, even the parts you can't see. My eyes travel appraisingly over her, admiring every curve. She looks like a Playboy centerfold, my ultimate fantasy. I gently spread her legs, settling myself between them. My feet still dangle off the side of the bed, so I cross my ankles for some leverage. I begin placing butterfly kisses up and down the inside of her thighs, feeling her muscles tighten as she struggles not to move. I look up to see her face as I wrap my arms under her legs and grasp her hips. Her eyes are closed and her hair is spread around her face on the pillow. I pull her slightly towards me, then lower my mouth to her center. Not long ago, I read in one of Scully's magazines that a woman's clitoris has approximately 8,000 nerve endings. That's more nerve endings than any other part of the body, including the lips, fingertips, or a man's penis. And, unlike any other part of our bodies, it seems to serve no other purpose than to give a woman pleasure. Scully laughed when I read that to her, but she screamed in ecstasy later on when I gave her a full demonstration. I intend to alert as many of them tonight as I am able. She is incredibly wet and hot. My tongue dips into her folds, and a groan escapes my lips as her hips rise up off the bed. She whispers my name, encouraging me to continue, as I slip one finger inside her. Scully isn't very vocal in the bedroom, so I derive great pleasure from drawing moans and sighs out of her. I can't describe the sound that Scully just made, but I definitely want to hear it again. Adding a second finger, I continue to thrust in and out of her, spreading her wetness around. The shadows of the television illuminating the room dance over us. My fingers continue moving in and out, increasing the pace just a bit, but not too much. I want this to last as long as possible. Again, I lower my mouth to her slick folds, and she arches off the bed, crying out my name as my lips capture her bundle of nerves. Her hands move above her head to grasp the top of the mattress as my hands and mouth continue their assault to her senses. I move my tongue soft and fast against her, inserting a third finger. I can feel her climax building as she's panting and moaning my name. I am suddenly a man with a mission. Closing my eyes with concentration, I bury my face in her again, furiously working her clit with my lips and tongue, thrusting my fingers in and out of her. And then, at precisely the right moment, I surprise her by inserting the tip of my pinkie into her anus. My last action is her final undoing. Without stopping, I glance up at her face and I swear to god she is glowing. Then I feel her muscles clench around my fingers as I watch her come... She pushes her hips into my face and I bury my fingers deep inside her as she comes hard against me. She arches her body off the bed and I move to stay with her. Wrapping my free arm around her waist, I rest my head on her abdomen as the waves rip through her body. I hold her until she comes back to herself, then I slowly remove my fingers. *~*~*~*~*~ I barely recognize the sounds coming out of my mouth, but I'm sure it must be me. I'm the only other person in this room besides Mulder, who seems to be making some sounds of his own. Not that I would probably notice if someone came into the room right now. I am only aware of two things at the moment. Mulder, and the amazing things he is doing to me. The man takes the phrase magic fingers to a whole new level. Actually, it's not just his fingers, it's his lips and tongue and...Oh God, I can't believe I decided to go without this for 2 weeks. What the hell was I thinking? My brain is completely overloaded with sensations right now, I feel drunk with pleasure. I reach above my head, grasping the edge of the mattress for some support. I can feel my orgasm building, growing with intensity until every single nerve ending in my body seems to be screaming. I feel like I'm beginning to float off the bed, as if my eyes are glued shut. All coherent thought is gone as waves of pleasure begin crashing over me, endlessly, in slow motion. My body sings, each muscle and tendon contracting and tightening over and over again. My head and shoulders press into the mattress while my hips rise off the bed, pushing into his face as my back arches. My eyes are rolling in the back of my head, and I realize I'm not even breathing right now... A bright flash of white explodes behind my eyes while I gulp for oxygen. I am vaguely aware of Mulder's arm wrapping around my waist, supporting and holding me close. His moans of pleasure mix with my own as he tenderly lowers me down on the bed. I begin to regain my composure, still panting for air. "Jesus, Mulder," I finally gasp, trying to catch my breath. He nuzzles my cheek and chuckles softly. I fight to open my heavy lids. Slowly coming out of the daze, I attempt to focus. My vision clears to find him smiling at me, like I've just handed him solid evidence proving the existence of Big Blue. "Should I get you some oxygen?" he teases. I notice that he's moved up to lay along side of me with his arm draped over my waist. Giving him a complacent smile, I turn on my side to face him. Reaching out a tremulous hand, I run my fingers through his hair, savoring the soft texture underneath my fingertips. His eyes flutter shut for a moment as he leans into my touch, then open again to gaze at me. He looks incredibly sexy right now, all disheveled and aroused. The TV casts flickering shadows across his handsome, angular face, reminding me of one of his slideshows. I glide my fingers gently over his features while I study them. His strong nose, the vein near his right eye that shows when he laughs, the small mole on his cheek, the dimple in his chin. I could get lost in his eyes...eyes that change with his mood, a maelstrom of colors and emotions. They seem to capture the light, sparkling with mischief and desire. And that sensational mouth, so soft and full. He wears a barely suppressed smile as I run the pad of my thumb over the tender flesh, and he gives it a small kiss. My breathing, as well as my muscle coordination, has finally returned to something resembling normalcy. I return his loving gaze for a moment, then grab him by the back of the head, kissing him hard. The surprise elicits a moan deep within his throat, and I feel it vibrate through my body. I plunder his mouth, kissing and licking and sucking myself off of him. I have the overwhelming desire to kiss and touch every single part of his body. Right now. There is no resistance when I push him onto his back and straddle him, moving my kisses across his chin and strong jawbone while I twine my fingers in his hair. My nipples brush deliciously across his chest as I hover above him, returning them to hardened peaks. I work my way to his earlobe, sucking the fleshy bit of skin into my mouth before gently biting down. He rewards me with another groan as I slowly release it past my lips. Forcing myself to slow down, I leisurely place small nips and open mouthed kisses down his neck, dragging my nails lightly across his arms and shoulders. My name escapes his lips when I press my wet center against his abdomen, then I dip my tongue into his clavicle before rising up and claiming his lips for another deep kiss. His fingers tickle lightly across my back, and I feel his body responding underneath me. Breaking the kiss, I move to an upright position, resting my weight on my knees as I pull my legs tight against his sides, giving a playful squeeze. Grabbing my waist, he pulls me down to sit on his stomach so I can feel his arousal pressing against my backside. He rests his large hands on my hips, watching me with amused affection as I dance my fingers over his chest, drinking in the sight of him. His golden skin is a contrast to mine, even in the dim lighting. Giving me a contented smile, he reaches up to cup my breasts, squeezing them gently. "You're so pretty Scully," he says softly. His hands glide gently down my sides, returning to rest on my hips. I lower my head to his chest and flick my tongue over one brown nipple. He moans as I capture it with my mouth, teasing with my lips and tongue before releasing it to capture the other. Raising his hands to absently play with my hair, he lets the strands slip and fall through his fingers while I continue. I love the way he smells after a shower. I can still detect traces of his soap and shampoo mingling with his own personal scent. I brush my hand through the sprinkling of hair on his chest, and begin my way down to the ultimate goal, when I am stopped by a small barrier of elastic. Dammit, Mulder is still wearing his boxers. Peppering soft kisses across his chest and stomach, I raise up on my knees, slipping my fingers under the band. "Mulder, these need to go." "Yes, ma'am," he replies, with a playful grin. He raises his upper body to rest on his forearms while I move to one side, then he raises his hips off the bed so I can pull the cotton away. I give him a small smile before returning my attention to the task at hand. I lift the material up and over his straining erection, and he releases a sigh of relief. I ease them past his hips and down his thighs, skimming my nails lightly across his flesh. Finally, I slip them past his feet, and drop the piece of material on the floor. Mulder lays before me exposed and vulnerable, in all his naked glory. For as long as we've known each other, and after all that we have been through, it still overwhelms me how emotional the intimacy can be between us. We spend so much of our time guarded against the world, watching behind our backs, unable to trust anyone. Maybe that's what took us so long to get here in the first place. I glance at his face and realize he's been watching me, but the look in his eyes has changed from amusement to raw need. "I love you," I whisper, running my hand over the soft hairs on his stomach. He lifts one hand to gently cup my face, rubbing his thumb against my cheek. "Show me," he says softly, his voice low and full of emotion. "Please." He closes his eyes, offering himself to me. *~*~*~*~*~ I actually whimper with relief when she wraps her hand around my shaft and begins stroking me. I wonder how she keeps her hands so soft. Opening my eyes, I raise my head off the pillow for a moment to watch her. The sight of myself in her hand makes me grow even harder. She begins with a leisurely pace, stroking the full length of me, reaching down to cup my balls, giving them a light squeeze. And then she reaches down even farther to my... Oh, Shit! Now *that* feels good. That feels so amazingly good. No, not good. Incredible. My head slams back against the pillows as I go into sensory overload. I want to look at her but my eyes are shut tight, so I give in to the sensation of Scully making love to me with her hand. I feel her shifting beside me to more of a sitting position and I raise my knees slightly as she reaches down further to grab my ass. Her nails dig gently into my skin as she squeezes each side. Then she glides her finger down the middle, stopping to rub small circles against my perineum while the palm of her hand rubs in unison against my throbbing cock. She repeats this motion several times, and "Oh Scullee, oh yeah..." is all I can manage to say as my hands grip the sheets on the bed. She moves again, straddling me, pushing my knees down so she can sit on my thighs. Wrapping one hand around my shaft and gripping my balls in the other, she begins a steady rhythm. She quickens the pace, working both hands in unison, rubbing across the head with her thumb to spread the beads of moisture that continue to form. I finally manage to open my eyes, and I see that she is watching her hands, completely aroused by what she's doing to me. I love to watch her when she does this. She's taking me right to the edge, but I know she won't let me go over. Tonight, I am most definitely coming inside of her. I realize she is rubbing herself against the back of her own hand as she continues to stroke me, pleasuring us both at the same time. I let go of the bedsheet, working my hand in between us to feel her wetness. "Oh, Scully. Oh, God!" I squeeze my eyes shut again, trying to control my erratic breathing. All the frustration of not being able to touch her has reached the surface, and I am desperate to be inside of her. She removes her hands from me, as if she has read my thoughts, and lowers herself over me before I can open my eyes. In two brief strokes I am buried deep within her. I take a few deep breaths as we both adjust to the new sensation. I feel the hardened tips of her nipples as she bends down to kiss me again. She rubs her breasts against my chest, and I wrap my arms around her, crushing her to me as she kisses me thoroughly. I somehow manage to push us up off the bed into a sitting position, and she wraps her arms around my neck to gain her balance, never once releasing my mouth. I pull away from her, looking into her eyes. We smile simultaneously as we begin to move in unison, setting a steady pace. She presses her knees against my hips and I raise my knees behind her, both of us seeking better leverage as we increase the level of our thrusting. Her body glistens in the glow of the room. I wrap my left arm around her shoulders, making sure I have my balance before I move my right hand between us. I press my thumb against her hot center, and begin making small circles. 8,000 nerve endings are cheering me on. She throws her head back as her hands grasp my shoulders, digging her nails into my flesh. Moments later I feel her internal muscles gripping me as another orgasm washes over her. I pull her towards me, holding her body against me as I lay back, rolling her underneath me. She continues to ride out her orgasm as I drive into her, desperately seeking my own release. A few more thrusts bring my own orgasm to the surface from deep within my groin. My eyes shut tight as I spill into her, the sensation sending me soaring. She wraps her legs around me as I continue to free fall, crying out her name before collapsing on top of her. We both lay still as we catch our breath, and I roll us onto our sides to take my weight off of her. She gives me a quick kiss before pulling away from me, and I groan as I roll over onto my back. I'm vaguely aware of the sound of water running, she must be the bathroom. A few minutes later I feel a towel hit me in the chest. I open my eyes to find her looking at me. "Come on, Mulder," she says. "Let's go sleep in my room. I don't think there's a dry spot left on this bed." She grabs her nightshirt off the floor, putting it on as she walks to the adjoining door. I rub my hands over my face, then clean myself off with the towel. I sit up and swing my legs over the side of the bed, testing my equilibrium. "Mulder, are you coming?" "Yeah, just let me turn off the TV." Let's see, the last time I remember having the remote control was right before Scully came into the room. I crawl back onto the bed, looking under the pillows and bedding that are thrown haphazardly around the bed. I sit back on my heels, running my hand through my hair. Where the hell is that thing? "Hey, Scully?" I call out to her. I lay across the bed on my stomach and look under the bed. Nothing. "Scully, have you seen the TV controller?" This would be so much easier if I wasn't suffering from post coital bliss. I look up in time to see Scully peek her head around the door. "Mulder, why don't you just walk over and turn the thing off?" I really hate when she does that. I flash her a mock look of gratitude before rolling off the bed and walking towards the television. Hey, that Twilight Zone Marathon is still going. You know, I think I've got an X-file similar to this... "Mulder?" "Yeah, hang on!" I bend down to pick up my underwear and discover the remote control. I have no idea how it got under there. Shaking my head I flick the off switch, showering the room with darkness. I toss the controller onto the destroyed bed and carefully make my way to the other room. You know, we'd never get away with this if people knew we were sleeping together, and two rooms does have its advantages from time to time. I climb into the dry bed with Scully, pulling her up next to me. She snuggles up against me and hums in contentment. "What time is our wake up call?" I whisper, nuzzling her ear. "I think we can sleep in before driving back tomorrow," she yawns, shifting around to get more comfortable. "Good." I smile against her cheek before kissing her lightly on her temple. Goodnight, Scully." I close my eyes, drifting off into a peaceful slumber. The End!! Author notes: This story would not be possible without the help of my wonderful beta readers. They made this story so much better than it was, and they graciously found the time to read my story during sickness, deadlines, the writing of their own stories, and various other RL events that were much more important. 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