TITLE:	HEALING OPHELIA 2 - FEEDING THE FETISH 
AUTHOR:	DONNILEE
E-MAIL:	DONNILEE@SNET.NET
CATEOGRY:	MSR
RATING:	NC-17 - ALT. POV.
SPOILERS:	
SUMMARY:	Ophelia is cured, but now she has a fetish.  Sequel to Healing 
Ophelia.
DISCLAIMER: All X-Files characters belong to Chris Carter, Ten Thirteen 
Productions and Fox Broadcasting.  Used here without permission, shamelessly 
and without remorse.  Please don't sue me.  You can't get blood from a stone 
anyway!
AUTHOR'S NOTE:  You don't have to have read "Healing Ophelia" in order to 
understand this one, but I would love it if you did.  HO was only my second 
attempt at a fanfic and it was chock full of grammar and tense problems, so 
please excuse them!  Hopefully, the content outweighs my bad grammar!  If you 
didn't read it, all you need to know is that Mulder and Scully have been lovers for 
about a month now and they are going at it like bunnies!  Like its predacessor, 
this story has no redeeming social value whatsoever!  It's just smut, smut, smut!
THANKS:  Many thanks to Shannon Kizzia, my wizard beta (yeah, I now have 
one of those!)  She keeps me from making an ass out of myself like I did in HO!  
Thanks sweetie.  Hugs and cyber air kisses.
DEDICATION: Ah hem, this one was tough.  I have had so many requests for a 
sequel to this story and I really wanted to do it.  I had an awful time getting 
started for some reason.  But then I appealed to you guys and as usual, you 
came through with some great ideas.  So this one is for Aallen, Bridget, Alison, 
Taty73, Sdani ... and for everyone who requested it.  Thanks everybody for your 
continuing patronage.  (I sound like a hardware store owner, don't I?) *g*

PART 1 (NC-17)
DANA SCULLY'S APARTMENT
GEORGETOWN, D.C.
FRIDAY NIGHT

Dana Scully had the hots for my ass. 

Who knew?

The joke I had made when we were making love far into our week of initial 
discovery, came back to me now.  We'd been doing the wild thing on her couch.  
She was entrenched on my lap, giving me the lap dance of a lifetime with my 
dick buried inside her when she had leaned over and asked, 'Do you have any 
idea how utterly perfect your ass is?'  She'd firmly grasped each globe, one in 
each hand and squeezed, mumbling something about making sure it was still 
there because she wanted to play with it later.  

I'd just come off an emotional confession to her of love and my new obsession 
with having her as many times as humanly possible.  Her comment had sparked 
my blurting out, ' Dana Scully had the hots for my ass.  Who knew?'

We had laughed like idiots and chuckled as we continued making love.  That 
was a month ago and little did I know that it would become a VERY prophetic 
little joke.

When I first attempted to touch her, she'd ended up telling me about this 
complex she had for older men and the fact that she didn't seem to be able to 
get past it.  I'd pulled out all the ammunition in my arsenal to convince her to try 
and let me cure her.  

I succeeded.  That started a wild ride.  An entire week of exploration and 
discovery ensued as we made love in a variety of ways and on a variety of 
furniture!  I think her apartment is Christened now.  I don't think we missed 
anything!

As many times as we made love that week and in as many different ways, there 
was more to come.  Oh boy, was there more to come.  My Scully not only had a 
complex, of which she was now cured, but she also had a fetish.  It wasn't 
immediately apparent, but as the weeks went by, her attention to this ... portion 
of my anatomy became too frequent to ignore.

So what was her fetish?  Simply put, ... My Ass.

XXXXXXXXXX

Mulder was my lover.

And oh what a lover!

Even knowing his propensity for porn, and his sensual nature, I was constantly 
surprised at what an adventurous lover he was.  He was adventurous because 
he was always willing to try something new.  New piece of furniture?  Fine by 
him.  New position?  Fine by him.  Use of a new sex toy?  Fine by him.

Absolutely nothing rattled this man.  And I loved every inch of that lanky, 
muscled body from the tip of his toes to the crown of his head.  Making love to 
Mulder was a full body experience.  He put everything he had into it and I was 
helpless to do anything but give all of myself back.

Now, I've been conservative about sex in the past.  I hadn't experimented a lot 
with positions and toys.  So all this was a new adventure for me.  It wasn't that I 
hadn't wanted to experiment.  It was that all of my previous partners were 
conservative in the extreme, maybe due to their age.  They'd had no desire to 
try new things.  It was the missionary most of time with an occasional Scully on 
top for variety.  That was it for them.  And they were happy with that.  I didn't 
realize how unhappy I was with that until I'd gotten a taste of all the extreme 
possibilities out there.

Yes, once again, Fox William Mulder had opened me up to extreme possibilities.  
This allowed me to become more confident in myself as a woman and a sexual 
creature.  He never laughed at me over anything I wanted to try, from covering 
my nipples in chocolate and masturbating in front of him to anal sex.  He would 
just set about making it happen.  I'd thought his intensity would overwhelm me.  
Instead it was increasing mine.

I was horny all the time.  That was a new thing for me. Sure, I'd fantasized 
before.  I'd masturbated before.  But now, it was ridiculous.  I couldn't get 
enough of the man.  As I said, I loved every inch of him.  However, I was partial 
to one particular portion of his anatomy.

His ass.

Mulder had the finest gluteus maximus of anyone I'd ever known.  Whether they 
were covered in Armani, silk boxers, khakis, sweatpants or nylon running shorts 
... his ass was divine.  It had the ability to make me salivate.  Staring at those 
wonderful muscles flexing, for any reason, would send an automatic rush of 
arousal through my body.

Now, if you'd asked me before if I was an Ass Girl,  I would have said 'No.'   But 
setting my libido free had done some weird things to me.  I was now confident 
and free to express myself and not have to worry about holding back.  So now I 
had my partner right where I wanted him. 

Face down on the bed, naked as a jaybird.  Could it get any better than this?

XXXXXXXXXX

She was running her hands over my ass, periodically squeezing, as if checking 
for ripeness.  She'd knelt between my legs moments ago and begun her 
examination.  That was what it was, an examination.  She was conducting a very 
thorough examination.

I could feel the heat of her naked body as she hovered over the backs of my 
legs and my ass.  Her warm, moist breath brushed across my right butt cheek 
and I felt every hair on my body suddenly stand up and salute.  Blood rushed 
into my cock, and I began to swell with arousal.

She'd been gradually paying more attention to my backside over the past couple 
of weeks.  But tonight she'd asked me if she could experiment.  There were 
things she wanted to try.  Of course, she wouldn't tell me what they were.  No, 
that would have ruined the anticipation.  

She licked the crease at the top of my thigh where my butt cheek meets my leg 
and I grunted softly.  Her wet tongue moved to the left and repeated the 
procedure.  She grasped the tops of my thighs and ran her thumbs into the now 
wet creases under my butt.  

I began moaning as her tongue laved up and down, starting at the bottom and 
working her way up to my low back.  She was tonguing, nipping and kissing my 
sensitive flesh.  Her thumbs slid into the middle and massaged the sensitive 
area behind my balls.  I groaned then and lifted my ass in the air, encouraging 
her.  I was fully erect now.  

When she had covered every square inch of my butt with her tongue, she slid 
her head down and laid on her stomach, spreading my legs as wide as they 
would go without lifting my hips.

I jerked as her tongue lapped at my skin between my balls and anus.  She 
giggled quietly, apparently liking that she had caught me off guard.   She backed 
away and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.  

I immediately stiffened up when I heard her snap on a latex glove.  "Scully, what 
the hell?" I asked, my head whipping around to find her grinning evilly at me.

"You know I won't hurt you.  Relax," she encouraged softly.

"Easy for you to say."

"Hey, what's good for the goose ..."  she trailed off.

"Scully."  My voice held a warning.

"I won't hurt you, I promise."

My head fell to the bed in defeat.  If I protested anymore, she would think I didn't 
trust her.  And I did.  But this was unexplored territory for me.  As sexually free 
as I was, no one had ever wanted to do this to me.

A damp washcloth swiped between my cheeks, then a towel dried me off.  I 
heard her pop the top on our tube of KY jelly that I didn't even know she had 
back there with her.  Seems she'd come into battle prepared.

She whispered, "Cold."

Then I felt her finger against my anus as her left hand held my left butt cheek 
out of the way.  Every muscle in my body tensed.  She whispered again, 
"Relax."

She gently swirled her finger, applying a little pressure but not advancing 
forward.  A minute or so of this and I finally relaxed, feeling the jelly soften, 
warm  up and begin to dribble between my legs.

She was very methodical about the whole thing actually.   But I could hear her 
breathing increasing as she steadily applied more pressure.   Finally she said, 
"Take a deep breath, Mulder."

I did.

"Now let it out slowly," she instructed.

I did.

And her finger eased past my tight muscle and inside up to her tiny first knuckle.  
Her hands are tiny and so are her fingers, but it felt like a tree branch as my 
muscles clamped down involuntarily.  She kept murmuring, "Relax, breathe and 
relax."

I followed her instructions and felt the tension ease.  She began bending her 
finger and making a circular motion.  I groaned deeply and my toes curled as I 
felt my cock harden further.   

OH.MY.GOD!

I'd thought I was fully erect.  Guess not!  My shaft pulled up hard against my 
stomach and began to throb deliciously.  Her jelly coated finger slowly worked its 
way in until she was all the way in.  I could feel the ringed muscles relaxing by 
degrees as she pressed into me.  

Her index finger was buried in my ass.  

OH.MY.GOD!

Then she moved it again, gently, retreating just a little and sank back inside.  I 
clutched the bedclothes in my fists.  She continued her exquisite brand of torture 
until her finger was retreating almost all the way and sliding back inside, smooth 
and steady.

The hands of a surgeon.  Not a tremor.  I heard her moan as I flexed my butt 
cheeks.  "I shouted, "Scully!"  as I felt the tender skin on my cock stretch to the 
limit.  My cock hurt it was so hard.  I'd never been this hard in my life.

"Easy," she murmured.  "I'm tickling your prostate."

"Doesn't feel like tickling," I gasped out.

"What does it feel like?"

"Like you're fucking me with your finger," I groaned, as she slid out and back in, 
more quickly than her earlier pace.

As she continued to slide in and out, increasing her pace, she asked, "Does it 
feel good?  Huh, baby?  Does it feel good?  Are you super hard now?"

"YES!" I shouted.  "Oh Jesus, Dana!  I can't believe it.  It feels good!"

"Yeah, tell me!" she growled.

"I'm so hard, so hard it aches.  Oh God, Oh Christ, Dana!"

Her left hand left my cheek and slid around my hip, lifting up.  I pulled my knees 
up and lifted my hips off the bed, leaving my face down on the pillow.  Her tiny 
hand wrapped around the base of my cock and I shouted an inarticulate sound of 
pleasure, bucking into her hand.

She slid her hand up to the tip, spreading the precum, then sliding back down to 
the root.  Her touch was light but it was like getting shocked.  How she could 
coordinate this, I don't know.  

Her left hand continued to pump me, firmly but gently, and her finger fucked my 
ass.  I could feel her boobs bouncing against my left cheek as she leaned to the 
side to accomplish this feet of ambidexterity.  I'd never had anything against it, 
but I'd never really considered this type of play for myself either.  I don't know 
why.  It just never came up.  Once I relaxed, I was amazed at how pleasurable it 
was.

I began to chant, "Ahhh, Ahhh, Ahhh," with every stroke.  

Her breath shuddered out of her.  "Oh shit, Mulder, you're so beautiful, flexing 
like that."

I would buck into her hand, her finger sliding out of me.  As I pulled my hips 
back, her finger would sink inside.  I was constantly stimulated either in front or 
in back.  She slowed and came to a stop.  I was almost sobbing from the 
pleasure and the lack of release.  

"Stay still," she instructed.  I felt her finger retreat gently.  It was quickly replaced 
by something smooth and cold.  

"What's that?!" I shouted, panting heavily.  It was bigger than her finger!  Not 
much, but enough.  I felt so ... full!  I kept expecting pain and there simply 
wasn't any.

"A small butt plug," she answered, as if it were nothing unusual.

"Scully!"

"What?"

"What are you doing?"

She chuckled low in her throat.  "Are you O.K.?  No pain?"

"No, it's just ... weird.  It feels weird."

"Turn over, big boy."

I took a deep breath and rolled over on my back, hissing air out through my teeth 
as it jostled the plug inside me.  The flared end kept it seeded and prevented it 
from popping back out.

She stuffed three pillows behind my head and upper back so that I was reclining 
and not laying flat.  This also kept my weight on my low back and ass so that I 
was super aware of the slim invader in my ass.  Her eyes scanned me from head 
to toe.  "Jesus, Mulder, you are fucking gorgeous."

"Then come here and fuck me," I panted.

"In a second."

"Scully, I'm going crazy over here."

"I'm just getting started."

I groaned in frustration.  She reached into a little bag she had lying on the bed 
next to the latex glove she had shed when I wasn't looking and the tube of KY 
Jelly .  "Close your eyes."

"No way."

She smiled.  "Trust me."

"Shit, Scully." I hiccupped.  I looked down at myself.  My cock was engorged 
beyond belief.  It was red from the tip to the root.  The glans was glistening with 
precum that dribbled steadily out of the stretched urethra hole.  My skin was so 
full of blood, the head of my cock was almost translucent.

"O.K."

She leaned over and wrapped her lips around the head of my cock.  I groaned, 
threw my head back and closed my eyes.  Her tongue swirled around the head a 
couple of times.  Then so fast, I could hardly believe it, I felt her slip something 
over my cock and her hand dropped to my pubic bone.  She let go and an 
intense pressure squeezed the base of my cock.

I shouted and she sat up.  My eyes went to my cock to find a clear plastic cock 
ring squeezing my shaft.  I didn't think it was possible to be any harder.  And 
maybe it wasn't.  Maybe I was just throbbing harder.  I could feel my own pulse 
in my shaft now.  It was so close to painful, I was having trouble breathing.

She straddled me and perched on top of my towering shaft.  She instructed me 
again.  "Breathe, Mulder. Slow, deep breaths."

I tried to do as she asked, my breath shuddering in and out of me.  "That's it," 
she said.

I relaxed after a minute and sunk into a trance.  All I could feel was my cock and 
the plug in my ass.  I panted heavily, but realized, I really wasn't in pain.  I had 
just been afraid of it.  Scully had kept her promise, she hadn't hurt me.  I 
relaxed, realizing my cock was going a little numb.

She cupped my face and kissed me slowly and deeply, then she braced her 
hands on my shoulders and began to sink down on top of me.  Holy shit.

I have a fairly big cock and it's a tight fit for Scully on a good day.  In fact, I was 
amazed she had taken all of it to begin with.  But somehow she'd managed and 
now seemed to have stretched to accommodate me.  But it was still always very 
snug.

Now, though, we were entering a whole new level of snug.  This was beyond 
snug, this was tight!  

She slid down nearly to the bottom and then groaned as she bounced and 
embedded me to the hilt.  I felt the opening of her cervix push up into her womb 
and we both groaned, staying still for several moments.

Then she said, "I didn't think you could get any bigger, Mulder."

I chuckled a mirthless laugh.  "I didn't know it was possible to be this hard, 
Scully."

"Does it feel O.K.?  I don't want to cause you any pain."

"No, it's all right.  I think I expected pain, but I'm a little numb now.  But I feel you 
around me, squeezing.  Jesus, the skin on my cock is sensitive."

"That's the idea," she murmured.

And then she began to ride me.  I didn't even help.  I couldn't.  I held onto her 
hips and let her do the work.  Feeling my legs begin to vibrate.  She was gentle 
at first and I just watched my towering cock disappear as it was stuffed inside her 
over and over again, emerging shining with her juices and red as a berry.  I 
moaned constantly and she took up with me.  You'd have thought we were 
having a moaning contest.

But then she sped up, grinding her pubic bone into me with each landing and 
jostling me, and therefore, jostling the plug in my ass.

Streaks of arousal like lightening shot through my body and crackled on the end 
of my nerves as I shouted and gripped her hips in a bruising crush.

She didn't seem bothered and began talking.  "Oh Shit, Mulder.  Oh God. Feels 
so fantastic.  So hard, you're soooo haarrdd!"

I didn't even realize I was crying until she was brushing my tears away clumsily 
with her thumbs as she continued to impale herself on raging hard on.

"Hold on, Baby! I'm almost there."

I nodded, sobbing with the pleasure and a need for release like I'd never known 
before in my life.  My cock vibrated and throbbed in exquisite erotic pain as she 
harshly stuffed me inside of her and ground against me.  

Her walls began to spasm, gripping me with a ferocity I had never felt before.  Or 
maybe it was because I was so engorged and hyper sensitive.  She shouted, 
"Mmmuuullldddeeerrr!  Oh Yeah!  Ohohohohoh!  Oh Jesus! "

Her head was thrown back, her eyes closed as she shouted and gripped me like 
a vice, her nails digging into my shoulders.  As she was coming down, I sobbed 
out, "Scully, please!  I need to come!  I HAVE TO COME!"

She reached down between us and I felt her deft little fingers move against  
pubic hair and suddenly, the pressure was gone.

 At that moment, all I felt was a gigantic heave and roll in my balls and I began 
screaming as my cock exploded inside her.  She bent over again, grasping my 
ass and pulling my cheeks together and apart, jostling the little torture device in 
my ass.  I screamed again, her name this time, "Scccuuulllyyy!  OH FUCK!  OH 
YES!  Oh Gggoooddd!"

My balls continued to convulse and my cock jerked with spurt after stinging spurt 
of cum as I emptied myself of the biggest load of cum I'd ever experienced.  I'd 
never come for this long in my life.  It just kept coming.   She'd held me back for 
so long.  I bucked into her so hard, I was lifting her off the bed and she just hung 
on like she was riding a bronco.

I felt her fingers leave my ass and move up to my face, her fingers running 
through my hair.  My eyes were clenched tight, and I opened them.

Only to have my vision fade to black as I gave one last shout, that sounded 
more like a whimper to me.


PART 2 (R )
DANA SCULLY'S APARTMENT
GEORGETOWN, D.C.

Maybe I overdid it a bit.  He shouldn't have passed out.  The little devil inside 
me, though, shrieked in triumph as I'd rode him as he bucked underneath me, 
clearly having the orgasm of his life.

I rolled him over as quickly as I could.  God, he was heavy.  I removed the plug 
and discarding the condom I'd put over it, along with my glove.  I wiped him 
clean with a washcloth to make sure there was no residue, and rolled him back 
onto his back.

He groaned as I struggled to lift his legs up into the air as I kneeled on the bed.  
His eyes finally fluttered open and I dropped his legs, trembling from the effort.  
Christ, he was a big man.  I'd never admit to him how taxing that had been on 
my muscles and strength.  But he was out cold and his limbs had been dead 
weight.  I crawled up next to him and laid down gently at this side.  "Are you all 
right?" I asked, suddenly afraid that he would be angry with me.

He smiled lazily, looking down at his now flaccid penis which was still a little red. 
I felt him wiggle his hips, probably making sure the plug was gone.  He sighed, 
"Yeah, I'm all right.  A little sore," he added.

I swallowed.  That didn't sound too encouraging.  "I'm sorry, Mulder."

He smiled down at me softly.  "What are you sorry for?"

I was feeling confused.  "I don't know.  I went too far, maybe."

He shook his head in the negative, "It was more than I expected, but that's all 
right.  You didn't hurt me."

"You passed out."

"Only because I had the orgasm of my life.  Jesus, Scully.  I've never come that 
hard.  I don't even think ... No, I know I didn't even come that hard when we had 
anal sex."

"Well you didn't pass out then, that's for sure!"  I cursed the uncertainty in my 
voice.

He cupped my chin and turned my face up to look at him.  "Why are you upset?"

Damn him, I couldn't get away with anything anymore!  "I got so caught up in it.  
I guess I scared myself a little."

He ran his fingers up and down my arm, giving me shivers.  "I would have 
stopped you if I couldn't handle it."

"Would you?"

"Of course I would."

"You wouldn't endure pain for me and not tell me because you thought it was 
pleasing me, whatever I was doing?"

He was silent a moment.  "I'm not sure how to answer that."

"That's because the answer is, 'Yes', isn't it?"

He sighed.  "Scully, sometimes when you are aroused beyond reason, a little 
pain can be erotic.  I was in discomfort, but I was never in pain."

"Even at the end?"

"It was a pleasurable pain."

"What does that mean?!" I asked, my voice rising an octave.

"Shhh, calm down.  I'm all right.  I mean that I was in agony from not coming, 
from having my release withheld, but it was a ... throbbing, aching, pleasurable 
type of pain."

I blew out my cheeks as I expelled my breath.  "I want you to promise me that 
you will tell me if I ever do something that's over the line.  If I ever do anything 
that causes you real pain, you have to promise you'll stop me immediately and 
tell me it hurts."

"I will."

"Promise me."

"I promise."

I snuggled into his side.  "How did you get that cock ring off me so fast?"

"It has a quick release.  All you have to do is put pressure in both directions on 
either side and it pops open."

"See, you were thinking about safety when you picked that out."

I nodded.  "You're right, I was.  I was so scared."

"Scared?"

"I don't know.  I didn't know if you would let  me do it."

"Since when have I shied away from anything you've wanted sexually?"

I sighed.  "I know, Mulder, but this was different.  I wasn't asking you to do 
something to me or for me, like I usually am.  This time I was asking to do 
something TO YOU."

"Scully, I hope this relationship is a two way street.  I don't want you to ever be 
afraid to ask me for what you want.  Whether that involves something I can do 
for you, or something that you want to do to me, it doesn't make a difference to 
me."

I hugged him tightly and he squeezed back.  "I love you so much, Mulder.  It 
scares the shit out of me sometimes."

"It's only been a month and you're scared already?"

I sniffled.  "You know what I mean."

He rolled me onto my back and laced his fingers in each of mine as he placed 
my hands beside my head on the bed.  He rolled into the cradle of my thighs as I 
spread my legs.  

"Yes, I know what you mean, Scully.  I love you too.  You know that.  You know I 
love you to the point of distraction.  I'm obsessed with you and our relationship.  I 
want this to work so badly.  I NEED this to work.  I've never needed anyone the 
way I need you."  

He leaned down and kissed me gently, letting his tongue run softly over my teeth 
then play gently with mine.  I felt tears sting my eyes and I blinked rapidly to 
keep them from falling.  "I feel the same way, Mulder.  This will work because we 
both want it to.  It will work because we both NEED it to."

He kissed me again, a little more deeply but then drew back.  "So was this 
episode enough to take care of your new fetish?" he teased.

"Fetish!  I do NOT have a fetish."

"You certainly do."

"Explain yourself!" I said, sounding mockingly indignant.

"You, my dear Agent Scully, have an Ass Fetish!" he stated with authority.

"I do NOT!"

"You most certainly do.  You can't keep your hands off mine and it's getting 
worse," he teased.

"I beg to differ, Agent Mulder," I returned, joining in the tease.  "I do NOT have 
an Ass Fetish.  I have a MULDER ASS fetish."

"Ahhh," he said, "So there is a distinction?"

"But of course," I said haughtily.

"And what would that be?" he asked, grinning like a crazy man.

"I don't go for just ANY piece of ass, you know?"

"No?  Glad to hear it, my dear Scully."

"That's right.  I only go for Mulder Ass.  It's a specific breed of ass.  It has the 
ability to make me gush my panties."

He barked out a laugh.  "Gush your panties, Scully?" he asked, still laughing.

I chuckled with him.  "Yup.  No one else's ass does that for me."

"Again, glad to hear it.  I'm rather fond of your ass, myself."

"So we both have an Ass Fetish!"

"I suppose.  Is it better if we both have it?"

"Yes, it is.  If we both have it, then I can accept being labeled with a fetish."

He smiled that toothy smile that always made my internal organs shift around 
and said, "Then I suppose we should figure out how to treat this fetish."

"I don't want to treat it.  I don't view it as a negative."

"No?"

"No.  Not at all."

"Then what do you propose we do about it?" he asked gravely.

"Feed it," I said sternly.

"Feed the fetish?"

"Yes, it needs to be fed."

He grinned again. "I am so much fucking trouble."

I giggled as he shook his head in amusement, smiling at me.  He silenced me 
with another kiss.

Oh yeah, we were going to have fun feeding this fetish.   

XXXXXXXXXX

FOX MULDER'S APARTMENT
ALEXANDRIA, VA
ONE WEEK LATER
SATURDAY - NOON TIME

I thought I was creative, but Scully continues to blow my mind with the things 
she wants.  I've always known I had an overactive libido.  But I was stunned to 
find out how much and how often I wanted Scully.  Maybe because it was still 
new, even after a month of humping like bunnies.  Every encounter was still 
fresh and new and exciting.

A few nights after her experiment, she gave me a rim job that practically had me 
hopping on the bed.  Then she rolled me over and gave me one hell of a blow 
job as she gripped my ass and swallowed me whole.  

Scully is the only woman that has ever been able to deep throat me.  I could 
love her for that alone!  I'd had plenty of blowjobs in my day, but unlike most 
guys, I had never even once known the pleasure of being deep throated.  
Because of the size of my ... ah hem, equipment, it had never been done.  
Some had tried.  Only Scully had succeeded.

We've only had anal sex three times, and I never knew it could feel that good, or 
that it would even be possible, again, because of the size difference.  But she'd 
made it happen.  I loved every inch of her.  But frankly, I didn't really care if we 
had anal sex or not.  I was so blown away by the fact that she was having any 
kind of sex with me at all, that I wasn't about to get picky about when, where or 
how.  All she had to do was hint that she was horny and I was ready!

What was even more amazing was that she seemed as oversexed as I was.  I'd 
never met a woman that wanted it as much or as often as I did.  And I'd never 
wanted it as much or as often as I did with Scully.  Yet, she continued to keep up 
without even batting an eyelash.

I was truly on Cloud 9.  I was also waiting for the other shoe to drop.  I knew she 
had been worried that she hurt me the other night.  She made me uncomfortable 
and went further than I had expected, but she had not hurt me in any way.  It 
wasn't something that I would want to do all the time, but it had been incredible.  
She was taking me to new heights of pleasure all the time.  Just when I thought 
it couldn't possibly get any more intense or more pleasurable, she would come 
up with something new she wanted to try.

Good thing neither of us had a weak heart!  And I wanted Scully to be free with 
me.  She'd told me after our first week together about her previous lovers and 
their lack of imagination.  She'd confided in me that she didn't really know how 
far she would go, or if she had any specific desires because she'd never been 
given the opportunity to explore them.

I wanted her to explore them with me.  I was humbled that she trusted me 
enough to do some of the things that we had done.  I wondered what I had done 
to deserve her or this relationship.  Maybe there was a God and he just decided 
that we had suffered enough and deserved a little happiness for all our trouble.  
Who knows?  

I was willing to accept it at face value.  My brain had caught up with my heart 
and I had stopped second guessing and unwittingly sabotaging our relationship.  
Scully loved me.  It didn't matter whether I deserved her or not.  She loved me 
and for me to take my love away from her to 'keep her safe' would have broken 
her heart.  That I couldn't do.  And even if I wanted to, I don't think I could let her 
go now.

Who was I kidding?  I KNEW I couldn't let her go.  It was all over now.  We were 
in together lock, stock and barrel.  The only missing was a little gold band.  I had 
plans on doing something about that too.

She was having lunch with her mother today.  It was as good a time as any to go 
shopping. 

XXXXXXXXXX

I looked at my mother across the table at the trendy Bistro where we were sitting 
and having lunch together.

She smiled at me and said, "Well, your new relationship with Fox seems to be 
agreeing with you.  I knew it would."

I blushed from the roots of my hair all the way down my chest.  "Damn!" I 
muttered.

She chuckled, clearly amused.  "That good, huh?"

"Mom!"

She laughed again.  "As Irish as you are, it takes a lot to make you blush.  I 
know you.  You don't fluster that easily."

"No, I don't."

"So you must have a guilty conscience or something naughty on your mind.  
Which was not, by the way, what I meant."

"I know.  What?  Are you reading my mind, now?"

She smiled.  "No, I just know you that well.  I always suspected if anyone could 
get you to loosen up, it would be him.  I'm glad you took a chance with him."

"What's that supposed to mean?!" I asked indignantly.  She was amused again.  
I hated it when she looked so smug.

"It means that you have always dated fuddy duddies in your past."

"Fuddy duddies?"

"Old curmudgeons."

"They weren't old!" I argued.

"Too old for you."

"It's what's up here that counts."  I tapped my temple.  "It's how young you feel at 
heart."

"Yes it is, and none of those men were young, literally, or at heart.  They were all 
staid, conservative, unbending assholes."

"Mom!" I exclaimed.  She rarely used bad words.

"Well they were.  I didn't say anything at the time.  It was none of my business 
and I knew you wouldn't appreciate my interference.  But I didn't like any of them 
and I thought you were throwing yourself away on men who didn't appreciate you 
just so you could have a little security."

"Security?"

"You were never much one for taking chances, Dana."

I hung my head.  "You're right.  I did exhibit a pattern there for a while."

"Yes, well, I feel free to voice my opinion now.  And I'm glad the trend has 
broken."

"Mulder shattered it.  Do you like Mulder?" I asked.  "I know you respect him.  
But do you LIKE him?"  I still wasn't used to calling him Fox although I did it 
more now than I used to, but only when we were alone and private.

"I adore him.  You know that."

"You do?"

"Of course.  He's been a great friend to you."

"Bill doesn't think so."

"Bill's a macho jerk."

"Mom!  You're shocking me today."

"Why?  Because I know my son is a typical military, macho jerk?" she asked 
calmly.

I cleared my throat.  "What do you say about me when I'm not around?" I asked 
ironically.

She tilted her head.  "I say that you are a rough, tough FBI agent and a great 
doctor, but you don't have enough fun."

I snorted.  "I don't know about rough and tough, but the rest I guess is accurate."

"The 'great doctor part' or the 'don't have enough fun part'?"

I swallowed and didn't answer as the waiter appeared and put the salads on the 
table.  He smiled and moved away.  "I'm having fun now, Mom," I said softly.

She eyed me suspiciously.  "I think you might be."

"Don't believe me, huh?"

"I believe you.  I've never seen you looking so happy."

I sighed.  "I really am, Mom.  Happy that is.  I didn't think I would ever be this 
happy."

"I'm happy for you.  That's all I ever wanted, you know?"

I cocked an eyebrow at her.

"For you to be happy," she stated calmly.

I smiled. "I know.  I know I've caused you a lot of heartache."

"Not on purpose."

"No, but I feel responsible all the same."

"Forget it.  You're happy now.  You have a young man who loves you deeply.  
And you glow."

"Glow?"

She nodded.  "You have that look about you."

"What look?"

She grinned.  "The one that says you've been properly tossed between the 
sheets."

She busted out laughing as I sucked lettuce down my windpipe and began 
gagging and reaching for my water glass.  When I had myself under control, she 
was still grinning.

"You've never talked to me this way before!" I stated the obvious.

"There's never been a reason to."  She paused.  "I'm right, aren't I?"

"About being ... how did you put it?  Properly tossed between the sheets?" I 
clarified.

She nodded.  "I'm right," she nodded curtly, as though putting a period on it.

I chuckled.  "Yeah, you're right."

"He knows how to do it, huh?" she asked.

I just stared at her with my mouth open.  I wasn't used to this type of inquiry from 
my mother.  She'd always stayed out of my relationships and rarely asked 
questions.  I didn't think she cared.  But now she was telling me that she hadn't 
liked my former boyfriends and she'd had nothing good to say.  So like she'd 
taught us when we were little,  if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say 
anything at all.  

"I feel weird talking to you about this, Mom."

"I don't want to make you uncomfortable, but we've never talked about men 
really, other than the birds and the bees talk."

"I know."

"Why is that?"

"I don't know, really."

"You're so independent, Dana.  You've never been one to share yourself too 
freely with others.  You have less chance of being hurt that way, it's true.  But 
you're missing out.  I think you've cheated yourself of a lot of joy by not sharing 
your personal life with someone.  Anyone," she added.

I nodded.  "You're probably right.  I've never had a lot of close girlfriends.  Only 
one or two over the years and since the X-Files, Mulder has been my best 
friend."

"But your whole personal life involved him.  You needed, still need, someone 
outside of that with whom you can share your confidences."

"And you want that to be you?" I asked.  I wasn't bothered by that idea nearly as 
much as I thought I would be.

"I'm willing to be that person, certainly.  Yes, I would love for you to confide in 
me.  But I was actually talking about having a girlfriend your own age.  Which 
doesn't mean you can't share it with me too."  She paused, then teased, "I have 
to live vicariously through someone."

I laughed now, feeling lighter than I had in ages.  Knowing my mother accepted 
our relationship so readily was a relief.  We hadn't talked about it until now.  It 
had been a month and she hadn't said anything derogatory, but then again, she 
never did.  I didn't know until now that she felt completely different about my 
relationship with Fox than she felt about any of my previous relationships.

"O.K., what do you want to know?" I asked carefully.

"Is he a good boyfriend?"

I smiled.  Boyfriend sounded strange, but I liked it.  "Yes, he is.  He's considerate 
in my house, tries to curb his unsavory habits that he displays at home."

"What else?" she prompted.

"He has taken to bringing me places.  We never used to do stuff together, even 
as friends, other than the occasional beer and pizza night."

"And now?"

"He takes me out to dinner, to the movies and the museums and the art 
galleries.  We go for picnics in the park.  Some weekends, we'll jog together and 
he lets me set the pace so my little legs can keep up with him."

My mother was smiling broadly now.  I continued.  "Sometimes he cooks me 
dinner or buys me little gifts for no reason at all.  It's only been four weeks, but 
so far, I've gotten roses every weekend."

She sighed.  "Wow.  God, he really is in love with you, isn't he?  I knew he was."

"Did you doubt it?"

"No, never for a minute.  I probably knew it before you did."

"I don't doubt it."

"But I still didn't know what kind of a man he would be in a romantic relationship.  
I knew he was a loyal and trustworthy friend and a demanding but fair work 
partner.  But men can sometimes be completely different in personal 
relationships where romance is involved."

"Different how?"

"Paranoid, angry, possessive."

"He is possessive."

"In a bad way?"

"Define a bad way," I requested.

She smiled.  "A bad way means they freak out if another guy looks at you or 
talks to you, even innocently.  A good way means they want to protect you from 
harm and keep you safe."

"A little of both I guess.  He's said he'd go nuts if he thought another man hit on 
me.  But we've yet to put that to the test.  Personally, I don't think it's much of a 
concern."

"Why not?"

"Most men don't hit on me.  Never have.  Only the older ones.  I always 
wondered if there was something wrong with me."

We halted while the waiter cleared our salads and set down our club sandwiches 
that were enough to feed three people each.  Hers was roast beef.  Mine was 
turkey.

After he left, she said, "Men didn't hit on you, but not for the reasons you think."

"And what reasons would those be?" I asked, feeling a little defensive.

"They didn't stay away because you aren't beautiful, desirable and interesting."

"What else is there?"

She was amused again.  I tamped down my annoyance.  "Dana, honey, you ... 
haven't always been the most approachable person.  That's not really your fault.  
You were a Navy brat.  You learned early not to form attachments.  We all did.  
That makes us a bit ... aloof to others sometimes.  Or we seem that way.  We 
don't open ourselves up to possibilities and opportunities sometimes."

"What do you mean? Elaborate on that," I requested.

"Well, we all have a lifetime of habits.  Even after you stop moving around, it's 
hard to break the cycle."

"Meaning?"

"You didn't let people get too close.  I don't think it was because you were afraid 
they wouldn't like you.  I think it was because you were afraid you would like 
them too much.  Then you would be hurt and heart broken when you had to 
leave.  That's a stain from your childhood.  So now you're an adult, you're out in 
the real world and you've settled into one place and one career."

She paused.  I waved my fork at her.  "Go on.  I'm interested in how you see 
this."

"And you've chosen a career where displaying your womanly attributes can be a 
severe detriment." 

I snorted but didn't comment otherwise.  That was certainly true.

"Sooo ... you strive to make it in a man's world and give off this aura and 
attitude that says ... don't mess with me."

"And?"

"Even when people don't realize it, they pick up on your vibes."

"Vibes?"

"Yeah, you're putting off a vibe that says, 'don't mess with me'.  You do it to 
preserve your career, not because you aren't interested in dating."

"Right," I said carefully.

"So people pick up on your vibe and feel you're unapproachable.  Body language 
has a lot to do with it too.  You often stand ramrod straight, obviously tense.  You 
fold your arms over your chest and stick your chin out.  It's a posture that says, 
'don't you dare' or 'don't approach'."

I sighed, feeling deflated.  I never realized my mother paid so much attention to 
little things like that, like body language!

"So what you're saying is that if I stood around looking more relaxed, with my 
arms hanging at my sides and didn't stick my chin in the air ... men would have 
asked me out?"

She looked up at the ceiling, thinking, then returned her gaze to me.  "Sort of.  
But the attitude and vibes are a part of it too.  You have an image to maintain in 
the FBI.  I understand that.  But most people drop that when they leave the 
building.  The problem is that you didn't.  You didn't go out to night clubs or do 
any extracurricular activities like Church affairs and such where you could meet 
people outside the FBI and just be yourself."

She had a point.  "Yeah, my social life came to an abrupt halt when I joined the 
X-Files."

"Do you blame Fox for that?" she asked tentatively.

I looked up at her.  "No.  I did at one point, but then I realized that they were all 
my choices.  I could have gone out.  But I chose not to.  It was too much hassle.  
With my crazy schedule, I couldn't commit to any organization.  And frankly, I 
didn't want the kind of man that you could meet and pick up in a bar.  I mean, if 
he's hanging out in a bar, what does that say about him?"

"He might not be hanging out there every night, Dana.  Don't be so quick to 
judge people," she scolded mildly.  "He might be there to meet someone, just 
like so many others.  People don't know where to go anymore.  In this age of 
technology, they've lost their social skills to a large degree.  Everybody has 
become slaves to what society tells them is the politically correct way to behave.  
It's all a bunch of bullshit."

I smiled at her again.  "You think so?"

"Yes, I do.  I understand where it comes from.  People can be ignorant and 
insensitive.  However, I think society has overcorrected to the point where 
people don't know how to just follow their hearts anymore and do what feels 
right.  Instead, they have all these imagined mores and dogmas dictating their 
behavior.  Your gut will usually tell you what's right."

"Your gut, huh?" I prompted.

"Your father used to say that your conscience was God's way of talking to you.  If 
your conscience was clear, you were all right.  If you felt something in your gut 
and your conscience wasn't clear, then you had to do something to correct it."

I was silent a moment and then said, "God, Mom, I miss him so much 
sometimes.  Missy too."

Her eyes grew wet but she didn't let her tears fall.  "Yeah, me too."

We were both silent for a while as we ate our sandwiches.  Then she said.  "So 
tell me more."

I pondered for a moment just how much I wanted to tell her.  Then again, she 
asked for it.  She'd certainly shocked me a couple of times today.

I swallowed and blurted out, "He's unbelievable in bed."

She colored slightly, not quite a blush, but nodded, encouraging me to go on.

I sighed, "God, Mom.  I don't know.  He makes me feel things ... I didn't even 
know these feelings existed."

"Love?"

I met her gaze.  "Yeah, I guess so.  He told me there was a difference between 
sex and making love.  I didn't understand what he meant.  Isn't that sad?"

She looked at her plate and took another bite of her sandwich, chewed and 
swallowed.  "And now?" she asked finally.

"There's a big difference and he proved it to me.  The first time ... "  I swallowed, 
closing my eyes.  "The first time blew me away.  He was so ... amazed and 
reverent.  It was like he was ... worshipping me.  I'd never felt anything like it in 
my entire life."

I looked up at her again and her eyes were riveted on me.  She didn't respond, 
so I took that as my cue to continue.  "That was the first time I told him I loved 
him."

It was her turn to wave her fork at me as she stabbed a piece of roast beef that 
had fallen out of her sandwich.  "When I ... uh ... at the end of that first time, I 
just sort of blurted it out."  I paused.  "Screamed it, actually, " I added, looking at 
my plate again and taking another bite of sandwich.

I heard her chuckling and looked up at her.  We both smiled at each other.  Then 
she said, "Wow."

"Does that surprise you?"

"Which part?"

"Any of it."

"A little.  For you to break loose like that in the middle of it, or the end of it as the 
case may be, it must have been one hell of a ride."

I laughed out loud then.  "It sure was!" I confirmed.  She laughed with me.

She cleared her throat.  "How often ... uh ... do you ... do it?"

I grinned at her.  "Frequently ... almost every day."

"Wow," she said again.  After a slight pause, she said, "God, I'm so happy for 
you."

"Me too, Mom, me too.  And guess what?"

"What?"

"It's a hell of a ride, EVERY time."

"Oh my," was all she said.



PART 3 (NC-17)
MARTHA'S VINEYARD
MULDER HOMESTEAD
SUNDAY EVENING

We'd gotten a wild hair and called into work, taking another week off, even 
though we'd taken one just a month before.  Skinner didn't know what to make of 
his newly relaxed agents.  Neither Dana nor I had taken much in the way of 
vacations.  In fact, the week after I first made love to her, I'd called in and taken 
a week off for the first time in six years.

Dana had taken a couple of vacations, but the one she was on when we got 
together was her first in a couple of years.  Now, we'd been together six weeks, 
back to work for a mere five weeks, and were taking another week off.  He knew 
we were involved now.  He hadn't said anything and neither had we, but the 
funny looks he gave us periodically and the knowing smiles he shot my way, let 
me know that he was aware of the situation.  

The fact that he didn't say anything led me to believe that he wasn't against it 
and he wasn't going to bust us for it.  For that I was relieved.  I had read him 
correctly.  As long as we continued to work well together, he wasn't going to 
make waves.  So far, so good. 

I hadn't sold my mother's house on the vineyard and we'd decided to come up 
here and relax again.  We had the time accumulated, and no one could say that 
we took a lot of time off.  It was on the water and Scully loved the water.  We'd 
arrived late last night and had a nice dinner at a little outdoor shellfish restaurant 
on the wharf.  We'd gone back to the house, uncovered the furniture and crawled 
into bed.  We made love slowly and attentively that night.  She was so beautiful 
when she climaxed, as I rocked her hips gently on the bed, her chest flushing 
pink, her nipples pulled up into pert little knobs.

A friend of my mother's had taken us out sailing this morning.  Scully was in her 
glory!  God, she was a true water sprite.  Mr. Halloran had been very impressed 
with her knowledge of his boat.  He called it a sailing vessel.  I called it a boat.  I 
couldn't remember the last time I'd had so much fun with a woman.  If I'd ever 
had this much carefree fun, it was so long ago, it wasn't worth remembering.

Now it was nearly dinnertime and she wanted to go swimming.  We changed into 
our suits and headed down to the beach.  It was a short walk down the road and 
over a stone breaking wall and down onto the private beach for residents only.  
This time of night it was deserted.  It was dusk and early in the season.  We laid 
out our huge beach blankets and towels and dove into the ocean.  

She went out until the water was up to her shoulders and then swam sideways 
with me trailing along behind her.  She could swim like a fish.  I was a strong 
swimmer, but had none of her grace.  In fact, I felt rather clunky following in her 
wake, kicking up froths of water and spitting it out when it got in my mouth.  She 
cut cleanly through the water like a knife, leaving barely a ripple.  

She finally headed for shore and I followed.  I stopped her when the water was 
waist height, her waist height!  I stared at her in the waning light.  Her skin 
glowed and her hair was dark with its wetness and swept back against her head.  
I bent and kissed her teasingly, fingering the bottoms on her bikini.  She smiled 
against my lips, and wiggled out of them.  She walked to the shore, tossing her 
bottoms up onto the blanket after ringing them out.  Then she did the same with 
her top.  

I yanked my trunks off and followed suit, already panting in anticipation.  She 
waded back into the water.  The cool waves buffeted us as we came together, 
and her legs wrapped around my waist.  I waded out until the water was up to my 
waist.  I didn't want to go too deep for fear a wave would take us over.  It was 
pretty calm tonight but you couldn't be too careful.

I kissed her as she wrapped her arms around my neck, crushing my now stiff 
erection between us.  I slid one hand down and squeezed her rear end, sliding a 
finger down her crease and under her.  I stuck the end of my finger inside her 
and found her tunnel warm and swollen.  It was hard to tell since the water might 
be washing away some of her wetness.  I retreated and banded my arms around 
her waist and bent down to suckle her rigid nipple.  

She moaned and threw her head back, her hands still around my neck, her 
fingers laced together.  I kept at this for a minute, nipping her gently, waiting for 
the tell tale groan that she always let out when she was finally wet enough for 
me.  This was like a signal to me.  I don't know if she was even aware of it or 
not.  But over the past six weeks, my eidetic memory had catalogued all her 
sensitive spots and her sounds. 

This particular pitch of groan, always emerged at the first rush of wetness 
between her legs.  Whether I was kissing her lips, sucking on her breasts, or 
fingering her tunnel, the same groan came when she was ready for the invasion 
of my sizeable cock in her tight, little tunnel. 

I lifted her up and set her down gently.  She pressed her heels into my rear end, 
helping get the deed done.  I pulled her to me and bucked up into her, 
embedding myself to the hilt.  We both groaned and then were hit with a wave.  I 
stumbled a bit but caught my footing, spreading my legs and chuckling softly.  
She was smiling.  

The salt water lent buoyancy to our activities and she rode up and down my 
shaft with ease.  I barely had to hold onto her.  It was nothing like supporting her 
weight in the shower or elsewhere.  Yes, we'd done it standing up quite a few 
times.  In the shower or against a wall were still a couple of my favorites. 

I chuckled at myself internally, realizing that in a few short weeks I had enough 
memories to pick out my favorite sexual positions or acts with Scully.  It still blew 
me away sometimes.  She leaned back and dropped her butt down slightly.  I 
bent my legs to accommodate her and she began pushing herself onto me as 
my shaft stuck straight out in front of me.  She spread her arms into the water, 
floating.  I slid my hands to her waist and gripped her firmly.  

Her silken hair waved out around her head in the water.  The moon peaked out 
and cast a beam of light on the water that reflected off her skin.  I held her hips 
in place and began thrusting into her with vigor, grunting softly with each impact 
that squished my balls against her ass.

We both moaned and she arched her back, the water supporting her, as her 
hands waved gently to support her float.  She looked ethereal and so beautiful it 
took my breath away.  "God, Scully, you're so unearthly beautiful!"

She smiled and kept waving her hands.  I realized she had to do that to stay 
afloat.  Her knees were bent up and squeezing my ribs, just enough to hold on.  I 
thrust into her again and again.  So tight!  Always so tight!  She began clenching 
her internal muscles and I groaned.  I sped up as much as I could and still be 
able to hang on to her.

She cried out, a wordless cry as I watched her full breasts bounce with every 
stroke, her pert nipples pointed to the sky.  We shouted at the same time as our 
climax hit simultaneously.

"Oh, I love you, Scully!"

"Oh, I love you, Mulder!"

I shuddered to a stop and slid out of her slowly and gently.  She grunted and 
stood up, swishing water between her legs with her hand.  We laughed and 
stumbled up to the shore, drying off with the towels and slipping into the shorts 
and tee shirts we'd brought.  Neither one of us had remembered underwear!

We went back to the house and got into warmer clothes and collapsed on the 
couch into our favorite position.  Me against the armrest and her between my 
legs.  We ordered a pizza and chatted while we waited for it to arrive.

We said little while we ate, our silences not bothering either one of us.  I'd heard 
it said that this was a sign of a healthy relationship.  That if you were comfortable 
with the silence, you really trusted one another.  Trust was one thing we had in 
abundance.  

I looked at her as she sighed and sat back against the backrest, her hands on 
her stomach.  "Fat and happy," she murmured.

I chuckled.  She was anything but fat.  I didn't know if she was fishing for a 
compliment but decided not to let the opportunity pass by.  "You're a lot of 
things, Scully, but fat isn't one of them.  You're a Goddess.  God, the way you 
looked out there in the water.  I swear, you looked like some exotic mythical 
creature."

Her cheeks were rosy and she smiled at me, looking so sated and content.  
Knowing I'd put that look there was still a constant source of amazement to me.  
I just looked at her and studied her face.  I felt tears sting my eyes for no 
apparent reason.  

"What's wrong?" she asked suddenly with alarm.  Damn, she must have seen 
my eyes get wet.

"Nothing, Scully."

"Don't fib to me!"

"I'm not."  I turned to look at her.  "I just love you so much and sometimes ... it 
just overwhelms me, like it just did at that moment.  I look at you sitting there 
looking so happy and content and ... sated.  And I can't believe ..."

She cut me off, "That it's because of you?"

I nodded.  "Yeah ... I've wanted this with you for so long, Scully.  You can't even 
imagine how long ... how much I wanted this.  And now that I have it ... it seems 
a little unreal to me sometimes, even now.  Like it's a dream and I'm going to 
wake up any minute now and find out it all wasn't real."

She scooted into me and laid her head on my shoulder.  "It's real, Mulder.  I love 
you so much.  You have to know that."

"I do know that.  Excuse me just a minute."  I stood up and headed to the 
bedroom where I'd hid my latest purchase.  I saw the look of concern cross her 
face.  She wasn't sure if I was walking away to avoid talking some more. 

I felt sweat break out on my hairline as I pulled out the little box and carried it 
back into the living room.  She was in the same spot in the middle of the couch, 
her head resting against the backrest, her eyes closed, patiently waiting.  

I approached silently in my bare feet and stood over top of her, looking down.  I 
knew she knew I was there when she smiled.  "Don't open your eyes yet."

She nodded.  "O.K."

I bent over and wrapped my arms around her shoulders.  I popped open the little 
box and said, "Now you can open them."

She lifted her head and opened her eyes.  And then she gasped louder than I'd 
ever heard her gasp.  Her hand flew to her throat and she jerked upright, nearly 
dislodging me from her shoulders.  She was silent for a few moments as my 
mouth went dry and I licked my lips. 

My voice was scratchy and nervous but I managed to get it out.  "Will you marry 
me, Scully?"

"Oh, Mulder!" she exclaimed.  Her hand reached for the ring and then retreated 
and I felt my heart sink into my stomach.  I noticed that her hand was shaking.  
She cradled it against her chest.  "Come around here."

I stepped away from the back of the couch, straightening and feeling my heart 
hammer against my ribcage.  I felt faint and scared.  I approached her and faced 
her, dropping down onto one knee and held the ring out again.  She stared at 
me, her mouth open, her eyes wet with tears that hadn't fallen.

"Scully, will you be my wife?   Please be my wife, Scully.  I love you so much."

She hiccupped around a little sob and nearly shouted, "Yes! Yes! Yes!  Oh God, 
Mulder!"

She launched herself at me and I went onto both knees catching her around the 
waist as her legs spread and straddled my hips.  I dropped the ring on the couch 
cushion and concentrated on kissing her.  Now my heart felt like it was going to 
bust, but for a completely different reason.  She'd said, 'Yes!'

OH.MY.GOD!

Dana Scully was going to marry me.

I broke the kiss and scooped up the box, plucking the ring out and grabbing her 
left hand and pulling it towards me.  She held out her hand, spreading her 
fingers.  I could see the slight tremor in them as I slipped the three carat marquis 
diamond on her hand. She closed her little fingers into a fist and stared at it, then 
opened her fingers again and held it up to admire it.  "It's beautiful, Mulder."

She looked at me.  I stared into her eyes, and said, "Yes, it is."

She knew I was referring to her and she colored slightly.  I was panting gently 
from the excitement, feeling my heartbeat start to slow.  We kissed tenderly and 
I scooped her up in a baby carry and headed for the stairs.  I didn't stop until I 
set her on her feet next to the bed.  We stripped each other.

This was slow and easy and our hands explored every inch of known territory all 
over again.  I laid her back on the bed and she shook her head.  Uh oh, she was 
giving me that impish smile.

"What?" I asked suspiciously.

She said, "Sitting up.  I want to do it sitting up."

I smiled and swung up onto the bed, I sat my butt on my heels and watched as 
she laid herself out on her stomach and crawled between my spread knees.  I 
felt my dick surge with blood as I anticipated her touch.

She grasped me around the root and slowly slid her hot, wet, little mouth over 
me and sunk down.  She didn't take me down her throat but I didn't care.  I didn't 
want to end it this way anyway.  But Lord, it felt so good. 

She levered up on her knees and slid her hands around my hips to grip my ass.  
I ran my fingers through her silky hair.  It was dry now and curling from the salt 
water.  She hummed as she squeezed my ass cheeks and I smiled.  I could used 
to this little fetish of hers.  Didn't bother me a bit that she loved my ass.

I thrust gently into her mouth for a minute or so but then stopped her.  "Climb 
aboard," I said. 

She crawled up my body and straddled my hips, her heels taking up residence in 
their favorite spot ... one on each ass cheek.

I grinned and kissed her as she lifted herself with her strong thigh muscles and I 
guided myself inside.  She sunk down and began to ride me as I thrust gently 
into her. Her fingers ran through my hair, and tweaked my nipples, making me 
moan.

I latched onto her neck and sucked fiercely until she cried out and sped up her 
thrusts.  She knew I was marking her.  Apparently, she didn't care.  She was 
going to be my wife.  I didn't care who knew it now.  I wanted everyone in the 
damned Bureau to know she was mine.  And I was going to give her a huge 
hickey.  One so huge, nobody could miss it.

It was juvenile, I knew.  But at that moment, I didn't care.  I felt possessive and 
feral and began snapping my hips up into her as hard as I could.  She grunted 
and her hands wrapped around my back?.

They slid down and she grasped the top of my ass cheeks again.  I grinned.  She 
grinned and then said, "Did I ever tell you how utterly perfect your ass is?"

I began to laugh with abandon and pump her for all I was worth.  I panted out 
between thrusts.  "You may have mentioned it once or twice."

We didn't get a chance to say anything else, because she was coming, warbling 
out an undecipherable sound, something like, "Ohhhwwwaaaaohhhhwwwwaaaa 
ohhhwwwaaaaohhhhwwwwaaaa!

I felt myself fall over the edge right behind her, spilling my seed deep inside her 
as her walls danced up and down my cock.

We collapsed onto the bed, boneless, straightening our legs and moaning.  We 
were going to be sore tomorrow.  Neither of us were spring chickens anymore!  
But we kept in shape.  Good thing or we'd probably land each other in the 
hospital. 

We held hands, as we laid there, waiting to cool off.  We were too hot to snuggle 
right now.  I felt the sweat drying on my body and knew I needed a shower. She 
rolled onto her side with a soft moan and said, "So I mentioned it a few times, 
huh?"

Oh, we were back to that again.  I grinned, turning my head on the pillow to face 
her.  "Yeah," I teased.  "Dana Scully has the hots for my ass.  Who knew?"

We both giggled until we couldn't giggle anymore.  Then we got up and took a 
shower together, eagerly anticipating our first week being 'engaged.'

THE END.

WooHoo.  This was tough.  It just didn't want to come out.  Don't know why.  No 
pun intended. (*g*)   I struggled to get a sequel to this one out.  I started three previous times and chucked all efforts, they were so bad!  Hopefully, this little smut biscuit will fit the bill.  Hope you enjoyed it!