Disclaimer: The X-Files and characters, including Mulder and Scully, belong to CC, FOX, 1013, or whoever. All I know is that they don't belong to me, but I'm using them anyway. I like to think of it as a symbiotic relationship. Also there's line from "Crucify" by the lovely and amazingly talented Tori Amos. Warning: This is graphic and violent, but, bear in mind, NOT rape. Prepare yourself for a gritty!Scully and pissed!Mulder, for starters. Category: VR Rating: NC-17 Spoilers: Gethsemane/alternate ending Archive: Sure This is basically dedicated to every good fanfic writer because you've inspired me. Unless you don't like it, that is. :) Enough I: Crucify Me by Nicole (laetitia@bellsouth.net) Mulder was dead. She said it in her head time after time. Mulder was dead. Dead. Deaddeaddeaddeaddeaddeaddeaddeaddeaddeaddeaddead...dead. No doubt. She was going to explode. Right there, right then. Her life was over. She was dying; he was dead. The haunted voice of Tori Amos and her piano filled the air. _gotta have my suffering so that I can have my cross_ She half-smiled at the irony of that as she fingered the gold at her neck. She took another shot of Tequila. She was trying desperately to get drunk, but it was not working. She cursed her parents for giving her genes with high tolerance for alcohol. She cursed herself for having high tolerance. She cursed the Tequila for not being fucking strong enough. Reality would not go away. It loomed over her. She couldn't sleep, she couldn't think about anything but him. So she tried to get drunk. She held a cigarette in the other hand, taking a drag periodically. She always smoked when she drank hard liquor. Looked like quitting was out of the question. Her head hurt, her throat burned, and someone knocked at her door. "Great," she thought. "Mom. She's come over again to ask me how I'm doing. Fine, Mom, except that whole partner-dying thing, that really bummed me out." She put out her cigarette, put down her glass, and got up to get the door, stopping to turn down the stereo. When she opened the door, only one thought circled around in her head before she passed out. I *must* be drunk because that looks a hell of a lot like Mulder. *************************************************************** Consciousness came slowly. And painfully. She found herself looking into brown eyes. Very familiar brown eyes. That goddamed son of a bitch. He had some nerve. She got up quickly to face him, ignoring the sudden wave of nausea. And, as the saying goes, if looks could kill.... Mulder looked at Scully, a guilty smile on his face. "I guess I should have told you." That goddamned son of a *motherfucking* bitch. "You *guess* you should have told me? Okay, *all right*. It isn't enough that Scully's dying of cancer. It isn't enough that her family members are dropping like flies. It isn't enough that she has no life but to look after her bastard partner. No. You had to take it all away," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm and malice. They were standing roughly two feet away from each other and with each sentence she got closer. And he backed away. "How could you do this to me? After all we've been through you don't trust me enough to tell me you weren't dead? Get out of here right now before I beat the shit out of you!" she yelled, face red and blue eyes blazing with anger. He was starting to get angry himself. "Why the hell are you so upset? I'm alive, and I'm here to inform you of that fact. I'm sorry I didn't tell you--no, actually, I'm not sorry. I needed you to really be upset, for it to be the truth. I didn't want there to be any possibility of them looking for me. I thought you'd understand," he yelled, arms waving, accentuating his points. "Understand this Mulder. This was the last straw. This ends here and now. I'm tired of this emotional rollercoaster. I can't relieve all the stress I built up, Mulder. It's too fucking much. I'm so closed to breakdown, I shouldn't even be alive right now. Don't *you* get it? This doesn't work. I'm not your `beck and call girl.' You just can't use me whenever it's convenient, whenever you need a foil for your ideas. I'm tired of being your mother, your doctor, your secretary, and your goddamed whore!" She stared at him, voice aching from the strain. She breathed heavily, now thankful that she wasn't drunk from the Tequila. She needed her brain right now. Something snapped in Mulder, and he grabbed Scully by her shoulders and practically threw her up against the wall. He held her wrists to her sides, body pressed up against her as he whispered loudly in her ear. "Whore? When have you been my whore? Well? Because that's what I could really use. Forget that mothering bullshit. Maybe a good fuck would solve my problems too," he said. She struggled against him. "I've always been your whore. You cry on my shoulder, use me whenever you feel necessary, and treat me like shit afterwards. You don't fuck me, but I might as well be your whore. Emotional,intellectual, just not physical," she breathed out between clenched teeth. Her nearness, her softness, warmth, movement. Her words. They were turning him on. Predictable, his mind said logically. Violence was a natural aphrodisiac. So was his partner. He couldn't help it. He was getting hard. And his body, pressed flush against hers, made it impossible for her not to know. And she knew. He could see it in her eyes. Smug. The bitch looked smug. "Guess I won this round, huh, Mulder? Now get out. Go home and watch one of you fucking pornos. Go fuck yourself," her mouth curled into a sadistic grin. Bitch. "That's what you think Scully," he said, head shaking slowly. "Wrong. I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to make you beg for it." "Sure, fine, *whatever*," she said, clearly calling his bluff. He put one arm across her breast, one across her midsection and dragged her to her bedroom. "What the hell are you doing?" she snapped. He didn't answer. Once at her bed, he threw her down, reached for his cuffs, and promptly handcuffed her to the bed. He should have stopped, but he didn't. He undressed her quickly, cutting her shirt off, glad that it was only a cheap men's undershirt. "Mulder..." she warned through clenched teeth. He ignored her. She lay before him, squirming madly, cursing colorfully, and beautifully naked. He took off his coat and rolled up his sleeves, straddling her. Suddenly, he felt guilty. He looked into her eyes. Anger, lots of anger. Maybe arousal. But one thing he was sure of. No fear. Here she was, tied up on her bed, naked with a man who had promised to fuck her and she was not afraid. He was still pissed at her, but underneath that, he was a little proud. A little awed, maybe. He'd dwell on it later. Right now, he had a job to do. And that was to make her beg. Dirty job, but someone had to do it. Actually, he thought, it was about time someone did it. He pulled her legs apart roughly, and trailed his finger along the inside of her leg to her pussy. He smiled. It was a smug smile. This was going to be easier than he thought. She was practically dripping. So wet, so hot. She wanted this as much as he did. He didn't feel one inch of guilt anymore. He ran his thumb in a circular motion around her clit, and inserted his middle finger in her. He finger fucked her for a few minutes, whispering in her ear. "You like this? Feel good to have me back? Still want me to get out? You want to rub your own clit, or do you like the way I do it? Is this working for you, Scully?" She just stared at him, resistance clear in her eyes, despite her body's obvious enjoyment. Time to up the ante, babe. He leaned over from his position to her right and covered her center with his mouth. He smiled into her as her hips pushed up from the bed to his mouth. He fucked her with his tongue, spreading her with his fingers for maximum penetration. He could hear her moaning, and applied more pressure. Finally, when he knew she must be close, he put his mouth around her clit and sucked. She gasped, her hips pumping against his face wildly. He stuck his tongue deep inside her and could feel her inner muscles clamping down on his tongue. He got up from his position to face her. He undid the cuffs. "Should I leave a fifty on the nightstand?" He said sarcastically. She was in no mood. She leaned over and nearly ripped his clothes off. She kissed him, her mouth open and wet, tongue invading his mouth. He was taken aback by her actions, and went with her when she flipped him over. He didn't even notice until it was too late that she had handcuffed him to the footboard. "What the hell are you doing Scully?" he asked, thoroughly afraid of the answer. "Turnabout's fair play, Mulder. I believe it was you who said something about begging," she said, a truly evil smile on her face. He was scared. Yep. Definitely afraid. Maybe this hadn't been such a good idea..... He was naked, cuffed to the bed, cock begging for attention. And the only one there he could play with was feeling particularly evil. She impaled herself on him in one quick swoop. He gasped out loud. Oh, Goddess, tight, hot, wet.... Then she started to move and he couldn't think of words at all. They both groaned softly to each other, no words. They just looked into each other's eyes. Like so much else in their relationship, it was a power play. And then, just as he was about to come. She stopped. Completely stopped and moved away from him, leaving him panting and aching. "What??....," he managed. "Beg me for it, Mulder. Tell me you want me. Only me. Tell me you want to fuck me. Hard. Tell me you were wrong. Beg me for forgiveness. And beg me to keep going or I'll leave you hanging," she said *smugly*. No. He wouldn't. He couldn't. She couldn't win. Not now. Not after all that. "I don't think so," he said, voice straining. "I think I'll leave now." "Fine," she said, a touch of disappointment in her eyes. She uncuffed him, pulled on a nightie, and walked out of the room. She went into the living room and retrieved a Marlboro Light from the pack on the table. She could never bring herself to smoke Morley's, even though they used to be her favorite brand. She poured herself a rum and coke this time. Putting her drink down, she bent over to reach the ashtray from the floor by the table. Suddenly she felt hands on her hips, pulling her back and pushing her again over the arm of the sofa. Mulder pulled the cigarette from her hand and put it out in the ashtray he took from her hand. He pushed the nightie up to reveal her ass and pushed himself back into her. He fucked her hard and fast, coming only when he felt her muscles tighten and heard her scream in ecstasy. They sat there, panting, still joined for a few minutes. Then Mulder pulled himself out of her and pulled down her nightie. She stood up and moved to sit on the couch. Once again, she reached for a cigarette, lit up, and grabbed her drink. She stared up at Mulder. There was a hint of a smile behind her eyes. "Want a drink?" End. Alright, here it is. The Epilogue to Enough I. Personally, I liked it better as an open-ended story, but I think I'm the only one. So, enjoy. Disclaimer: Mulder and Scully belong to CC, Fox, 1013, and me. Yeah, right. If they belonged to me, there wouldn't be any UST, only RST. Rating: NC-17 Categoy: VR maybe, whatever Keywords: M&S Sex Summary: Mulder and Scully make-up. Kinda. Archive: Sure Spoilers: Gethsemane/alternate ending "every day I crucify myself nothing I do is good enough for you crucify myself every day crucify myself and my heart is sick of being in chains" - "Crucify" by Tori Amos Enough I: Crucify Me (Epilogue) by Nicole (laetitia@bellsouth.net) "I have to go," Mulder said as he finished getting dressed. She sat on the couch, staring at him silently, smoking. "You should quit," he said, motioning to the cigarette. She raised her eyebrows slightly in response. "I'm going now," he repeated, hoping for some verbal response. "Fine, go," she said, getting up to walk back to her bedroom. They had a lot of fine tuning left in the relationship, Mulder thought to himself. All in due time. ************************************************************************ Scully walked in late the next morning, silently moving to her desk and settling down. Mulder could feel the negative energy radiating from her. Pissed off didn't even begin to explain it. "Hey Scully, what's up?" Mulder asked her. Nothing. She just kept fumbling around with office supplies, ignoring him. Her back was straight, so tense his back hurt in empathy. She was wearing the pinstripe suit, though. His favorite. So he repeated himself. Nothing. Ah, the infamous silent treatment. Time to get back into good graces. He stood up and walked to her desk, standing behind her. He swung her chair around and trapped her in the chair with his arms. She ignored him and stared at the wall behind him. She was showing him that she was in control of the situation, he mused. He got on his knees, still boxing her in. He ran a single fingertip down her face while he talked to her. "I'm sorry I left you so soon after we, shall we say, consummated the relationship? I had to tell some other people I wasn't dead." He ran the fingertip up the inside of her leg. "You know Scully, I have ways of making you talk," he said. He lifted her from the chair in one swift motion, so she was in a standing position next to him. He pulled up her skirt and pulled her panties off in the next breath. After pushing her chair out of the way, he pushed her down on her desk. Immediately, his mouth went between her legs, going down on her with all the vigor he put into everything else in his life. He thrust his tongue in and out of her center, increasing the pace as he heard her breath quicken. Then he stopped and took his tongue off her. Her eyes were closed tight, as if it took a conscious effort not to respond to him. Her fists were clenched. She wouldn't allow him the one thing he wanted: her release. He wanted that power over her, and she knew it. She was teaching him a lesson, sending him a message. Clear as day, the message read: You don't fuck with Dana Scully. Message received. And yet he needed this from her. "Come on, Scully. Give me your control. You have my trust. Give me your control," he asked quietly. He rested his head on her stomach, kissing the soft flesh gently. She sighed quietly. He looked up at her face, into her eyes. Her expression was softer. Not giving in, but accepting. He recognized the face. He'd seen it a million times, although never in these parameters. It wasn't much, but it was all he ever wanted from her. She remained silent, almost pensive, so he bent down and licked her sensitive clit slowly with his tongue for a few moments. She cried at the shock of pleasure. "Oh, god...Mulder. Please, please....make me come. I want you to make me come," she whispered. He sucked on her clit as hard as he could, and she came with a muffled cry. She sat up and pulled Mulder to her, lewdly kissing him open-mouthed, drinking in the taste of herself. She pulled him closer to her, wrapping her legs around his hips. She could feel him throbbing against her naked sex. Past the calm, collected pissed off, she vented. "You bastard," she whispered as she pushed him to the ground behind her desk. "You fucked me, and you just left," she said as she unbuttoned his pants. "You striped me of everything I managed to save for myself, and you left me alone." She pulled out his cock, not bothering to undress him properly. She moved a finger up and down the length of it, staring into his eyes. "I have given everything I am to you, Mulder," she said. He grabbed her and rolled her onto her back, spreading her legs with one knee. He entered her quickly, enjoying her small gasp of surprise. She wrapped her legs around his waist and claimed his mouth with her own. The phone rang. "Shit. I gotta get it Scully," he said, slightly breathless. "Jesus, Mulder." "Please." "Fine. Hurry." She unlocked her legs and he slid out of her. He got up and answered the phone. "Sir...yes, sir...yes....," Mulder said. Scully got up and walked to Mulder, standing flush against his back. "Yes, sir...sir, I'm a little busy, I have to go. Yes, no problem." She reached for his cock and began jerking him off slowly from behind, causing him to gasp. "No, sir...papercut, yes, OK.....I know," He tried to keep her away with one hand, but was unsuccessful as she managed to illicit more soft groans from his body. "Yes, OK, fine. Yes, sir. Talk to you later, sir," Mulder said as he hung up the phone. "You will pay..." he mumbled as he grabbed her arms. He pushed her up against the nearest wall, lifting her skirt up again and pushing himself into her roughly. They stared intently at each other as Mulder began to move, each aware of the intense pleasure of the other. Scully pulled one leg around Mulder's waist and he supported her weight, so she could do the same with the other. He increased the pressure and speed of his thrusts, and she came, biting into his shoulder. The pain of her bite and the pleasure of her tight cunt forced him to come a few seconds later. They slid to the floor, a sated mess. "Next time could we just fuck without someone being pissed off?" Mulder asked. "Maybe if you weren't such an asshole, I wouldn't keep getting pissed off." "You wound me." "Shut up." "Scully, I don't have to tell you how I feel about you, because you know that--" "Yeah, Mulder, I know." "You know?" "Yeah, and I feel the same way." "Here I was thinking that was the hard part of the relationship. Admitting feelings and all that shit." "Well, here I was thinking one day I might have a normal relationship. There goes that dream." "Life with me is infinitely more interesting." "Normalcy has some perks, you know, Mulder." "Like what?" "Just because I can't think of any right now, doesn't mean they don't exist." "Sure, fine, whatever." "Shut up, Mulder." Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Rating: NC-17 Classification: VR Keywords: Mulder/Scully Romance Spoilers: None Summary: Ummmm....Sex? Mind Candy? Mulder and Scully at a Ft. Lauderdale Club. These characters belong to CC, 1013, and FOX. But if they were mind, oh, the fun they'd have. Thanks to Red V. for everything. This is for you, girlfriend...:) Oh, and special thanks to: Brook, Dave, Shelly, Alex, Geoff, Todd, Amanda, Karl, Andrew, Tim, Brian, Lisa, Robert, and anyone and everyone else who supports my hobby. ;P For those of you interested, this place does exist. Everything, including the phrase over the bar, is there. Well, except they do have washroom attendants to keep this sort of thing from happening. "Breathe with me." -Prodigy Enough II: Come Play My Game (1/?) NC-17 by Nicole He takes the ice and runs it down her face to her lips. Around and around them. The ice melts slightly, so there are water droplets on her lips. So he licks them off. He takes the ice and runs it down her breastbone and licks up the water trail it leaves behind. He slides the ice around her breasts, licking the trail left slowly, flicking his tongue over the sensitized tissue. He puts the ice on her left nipple, and she jumps slightly from the shock of the cold. He can feel her shiver as he puts his warm mouth around her nipple, changing the temperature so greatly and so quickly that she gasps. He sucks and plays with her nipple with his tongue, gently biting it with his teeth a few times. He repeats the treatement with her other nipple until they're both equally hard. He takes another piece of ice and runs it down her abdomen. He runs the ice up her right thigh, starting at the knee, his face close enough for her to feel his hot breath. He takes the ice between his teeth and puts it directly on her clit. She jumps about a mile and gasps, but he holds her down so that she doesn't move. The ice melts quickly, and once it does, he replaces it with his mouth. He moves his tongue in and out of her, imitating a what he planned to do with his cock. Hearing her breaths grow more frantic, he takes her clit in his mouth and sucks hard. Hard enough to make her scream as she comes. The ding woke him up. Shit. Then the intercom forced him to open his eyes. "Ladies and Gentlemen, we are now beginning our final descent into Ft. Lauderdale. Ground temperature is at 52 degrees, and precipitation is expected. In preperation for the landing, please buckle your saftely belts and return seats and trays to the up-right position. We hope you've enjoyed your flight." Great. Just great. Flights were always the best times to wake up with a hard-on. Especially after dreaming of going down on your partner. The same partner siting next to you. His eyes widened and he rubbed his face in attempt to ground himself. "*Hard* time waking up, Mulder?" Scully asked innocently as she read her book. She looked over at him and smiled. It was one of those, "Sucks to be you" smiles. "Yeah," Mulder answered. So she knew. Well, she did have eyes. The flight attendants probably knew too. That could probably explain the looks he had been recieving from the flight attendant standing by the bathrooms at the front of the plane. The look that said, "I'm hungry, and you look tastey." Mulder pondered that. There was something attractive about a woman in a uniform. However, that fantasy was no match for his woman with a firearm fetish. Which brought him back to Scully. Actually, she didn't *know*. She didn't know that he was dreaming about her. She didn't know that nearly every night he woke up hard from her imaginary fucks and blowjobs. She didn't know that he didn't *have* a pornography habit before he met her, and he used the videos to get off because the tension he built up working with her was too much to handle. He knew that he should be embarassed. He knew he should have some sliver of professionalism. But he never did what he should. That was the one constant in Mulder's life. ****************************************************************** After checking into the motel, the two met in Mulder's room to discuss the case. Young couples were being picked up at a popular Ft. Lauderdale night club and found murdered later. The X-Files were called in for suspected cult involvement. The cause of death for all five couples to date was blood loss and shock. They were skinned alive. The local cops didn't want to deal with it, and news of the MO had leaked to the press yet. This needed to be solved before there was panic. "I think the logical step would be to pose as a couple and try to get picked up, Mulder." "It would be a bit of long-shot, don't you think?" "Look at the before pictures of all the couples found. They're all attractive and in their thirties. At the risk of giving you an ego boost, I think we can pass for that." "Ok. Let's go then." He got up to leave. "Mulder." "What?" "You cannot go to a nightclub in a suit. Have you ever been to a club before?" "Yes." "In a suit?" "Yes." "Did you stick out at all?" "I always stick out, Scully." Scully's eyes rolled. "Wear something else. I'll be back in two hours." "Two hours?" "You cannot go out at eight." "You can't?" "Jesus, Mulder. I never realized you were such loser." "Scully, I'm hurt." "Two hours, Mulder." ***************************************************************** When she came back, he was wearing a T-shirt, jeans, and the leather jacket. She wore all black, a tight shirt and a short skirt that showed the lacy top of her thigh-highs. A matching jacket hid her gun. "Damn, Scully." "Let's go, Mulder." "You happened to have this outfit with you?" "I plan ahead." "For what, an emergency seduction?" "Asshole. I read the case file before we left. Going undercover was a possibility." "You could have told me." "You should have know. Anyway, let's go." The short drive was uneventful. The club, The Chili Pepper, was located on Broward Blvd., a scant few miles from their motel. They parked, paid the cover, and went in. End 1/2 Enough II: Come Play My Game (2/?) NC-17 by Nicole They walked toward the dance floor, noticing a small table set up beside it. Sitting on the high stools, they surveyed the club. It was dark, with artificial smoke creating a creepy atmosphere. Colored lights flew around in every direction, and strobe lights pumped. Scully nearly laughed out loud when she saw the words Alien Nature" in huge letters above the bar. And she had thought Mulder wouldn't fit in. Mulder leaned over and yelled, over the music, in her ear, "Now what, Sherlock?" "Well, all the couples wee described as being very public in their displays of affection," Scully yelled back. "Let's dance then," said Mulder. Scully's eyebrow raised. "You can dance?" "That," he said, pointing to the dance floor, "is not dancing. That is pretending to fuck with clothes on. *That* I can do." She raised her eyebrows again, in a gesture of disbelief, and he grabbed her hand and led her to the dance floor. They walked down the short staircase to join the other writhing bodies. Scully pressed her body against Mulder, moving her hips back and forth as she slowly bent backwards at the waist. Mulder just stood still and let Scully dance to him. She repeatedly ground her lower body against his, moving up and down. Her hands made circles on his chest and back, running her fingertips over his nipples as much as possible. Whenever she could, she met his eyes with her own. He bit his lip and his fists clenched in order to stay in control. After 10 minutes of torture, however, he finally broke away, pulling her with him to an isolated table in one corner of the club. He sat down in one of the plush arm chairs, looking exhausted, and Scully just smiled at him. She sat in his lap, facing him, and moved her ass.. He felt himself rise, his control gone in a matter of moments. Unconsciously, he pushed his hips up. And she giggled. She giggled? Of all the responses he expected after she felt his erection against her ass, laughter did not compute. She leaned against him, breasts flush against his chest, mouth at his ear. "So which girl, Mulder," she said, "the blonde in the blue excuse for a dress? Or the brunette with the see-through white top?" "What?" he choked out, confused. "Which one turned you on? After all these years, I still don't even know your type..."she said. He couldn't believe it. She didn't even realize what she did to him. Not even an inkling. He smiled at her, a huge, lots of teeth smile. Now she looked confused. His smile faded, and he placed his hands on her hips. He ran his hands around and down to cup her ass. "Actually, I've always been partial to redheads," he said as he began kneading her bottom with his hands. he felt her small gasp of surprise at his neck. He started to push up and move in circles, making her hot and wet. She took advantage of her position and took his earlobe in her mouth. She sucked and chewed gently, being rewarded with harder and faster thrusts from beneath her. He licked beneath her ear, and she came. Quick and sweet. Not nearly enough to satisfy, but a helluva good start, she thought to herself. She got up from his lap, much to his dismay, and took his hand. They walked up the stairs she had seen upon their entering the club to the upper level, which was open to the dance floor. They walked around the edges to the ladies room, deserted on the less popular and more hidden level. Scully pulled him in the room and into one of the stalls quickly. The handicapped stall. Perfect. She pushed him down on the toilet and sat on his lap again, this time with her back facing him. She moved her ass in wide circles, rubbing against his cock hard and fast. She pulled up her skirt, interrupting her self-made rhythm. "Now, Mulder. Give it to me now." He complied willingly. He unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock as fast as he could without inflicting permanent damage. She stood up enough to let him push into her. She then placed her hands on the bars on the sides of the stall, bracing herself. She rocked back and forth, leaning forward to increase the friction. She felt herself starting to come, so she sat up more and leaned against his chest, turning her head to whisper in his ear. "Oh, yes, oh, God....I'm going to come for you so hard...yes, your cock feels so good...harder, harder...I'm almost there, oh yesssss...oh, Jesus! Fuck!" she exclaimed as she reached the cliff and promptly fell off... He reached up and grabbed the hem of her shirt, forcing it up to grasp her breasts. He fondled them, teasing her nipples. He fucked her hard until, finally, he came, biting into her shoulder. His hands on her breasts and the pain of his bite made her come again. Sweet, so sweet. They sat, panting. She leaned against his back, shirt raised to expose her breasts. She wore a black, see-through bra that showed her erect nipples through the fabric. Her skirt was bunched around her waist, revealing her naked cunt. It shone with of mixture of come. His and hers. How quaint. The black thigh-highs stayed in place, the black legs a beautiful garnish to the treat of her legs. He followed the line of one of her legs down to her left foot. The left foot still encased in a black stiletto heel. OK. She had just fucked him in black thigh-highs and heels. He felt himself harden again inside of her and he groaned, staring to rock again. "What's the score, Mulder?" she murmured breathlessly. "Huh?" he said, mind clearly on other things. Reduced to a mindless mass living only for pleasure. Just how she liked her boys. "You've made me come three times. I've made you come only once. I don't think that's very fair," she said she pulled off him. Curious, he stood up behind her. She turned around and knelt before his half-erection. His breathing quickened; he knew what was coming. She took him in her mouth slowly, savoring their taste. She teased him, alternating between taking him fully into her mouth and only kissing the tip of his penis. He gave in after a while, thrusting in and out of her mouth. He braced his hands against the back of the stall door and came with a loud moan. "What the hell is going on?" they heard. With Scully's mouth otherwise occupied with milking the come from his cock, Mulder spoke up. "Nothing," he replied lamely. "Get out of there, now!" the voice yelled. Scully finished with Mulder, pulled down her shirt and skirt, straightening herself up. Then, she zipped Mulder up (carefully) and straightened him up, too. She walked out ahead of him, defiantly. Right into a Ft. Lauderdale cop. Love that local law enforcement. "We had some reports of lewd conduct, and I came to investigate," said the bulky man, "unless you can convince me of a good reason you were doin' the nasty in the ladies' room, you folks are in some trouble." Mulder stood there like a dear caught in headlights. Disgusted at his silence, Scully spoke up. She pulled her badge out of her jacked. "Sir, you just interrupted an undercover investigation of the recent murders associated with this club. I just hope to God it's not too late. You might have chased the killer away," she barked at him. Woman deserves an Emmy, thought Mulder. She put a hand on her hip, pushing back her jacket to reveal her gun. Against his will, Mulder felt himself get very turned on. He pondered this. Getting aroused every time he saw Scully with a gun could have some adverse effects. Too bad his post-orgasmic state prevented his overtaxed brain to think of any. The cop apologized, and left the two alone in the bathroom. "God, Mulder. That was so wrong." "Yeah." "We might have compromised our investigation." "Yeah." "Are you even listening to the words that leave my mouth?" "Yeah. But it was good, wasn't it?" "Mulder, don't make me hurt you." End. So, I wimped out on the X-File. If I'm in the mood I might write an Epilogue to tie up loose ends. If anyone wants one, that is. So write me with nice comments at laetitia@bellsouth.net, and i'll write more.:)