TITLE: H IS FOR HOT BLOODED AUTHOR: DONNILEE@SNET.NET RATING: NC-17 WARNING: Descriptive sex. Smut biscuit. CATEGORY: MSR SUMMARY: Scully babbles during a daydream prompted by a friend, and Mulder responds. SPOILERS: Little ones for Duane Barry and Never Again. DISCLAIMER: Nope. Not mine. Used shamelessly and without remorse. They belong to Chris Carter, 1013 and Fox, and god knows who else, but not me. THE NEW LEXICON WEBSTER'S DICTIONARY Hots (slang or colloq.) state of being sexually aroused. Hot blood-ed (hotbl did) adj. ( of people) passionate // (of people) rash, impetuous // (of horses) having Arab blood. HOOVER BUILDING FRIDAY AFTERNOON 3:00 PM I approached the office warily. It was Friday and I was late again returning from lunch. I was not looking forward to the tongue-lashing I was going to get from my partner. As I approached, I saw the door was slightly ajar and I could hear Scully talking to someone. Not wanting to face anyone just now, I stopped before entering to listened, realizing that she was speaking to someone on speakerphone. A fairly loud strident voice was filling the office and practically bouncing off the walls. "Dana, honey, when ARE you going to take the stick out of your ass?" That comment brought a smile to my face. My partner was a little uptight, reserved, professional, downright prudish at times. But I know she has the capacity to let loose. I'd seen the results of that when she returned from Philadelphia with a snake tattoo and a banged up face. If that was the result of her 'letting loose', perhaps that was why she didn't do it very often. I tuned in again. "Look, Jenna, it's not a good time for me." "It's never a good time for you." "I know, but now is reeaallyy a bad time for me to be out bumping and grinding on a dance floor with a stranger pumped on hormones." "The men at Calista's are not 'pumped on hormones'. They are there to have a good time just like the rest of us." "You know what happens when I let my hair down, someone usually gets hurt." "Yeah, but I haven't seen it since college. Why? You think a few drinks and some dancing and you'll be dragging some unsuspecting male home to do the horizontal mambo only to break his heart the next day because you toss him out on his ass? What makes you think he'd get that attached to you?" "God Jenna! That is not it. The last thing I need is a one- night stand. I just don't want to deal with all the pawing and stupid pick up lines." he thought. "It's that time of the month, isn't it?" Jenna asked. "It's coming on Monday." "Ah, ha, I knew it!" "Knew what?" "You're horny!" "Jenna!" "If you're anything like me a couple days before the rag, all the juices are churning. Christ, I can get turned on by a stiff breeze for about two days every month!" "Jenna, you have to be the crudest individual I've ever known." Scully was laughing now. I loved the sound of it. They had kept in touch since college but rarely saw each other. Jenna was a practicing pediatrician in West Virginia and she was in town for a medical conference. Scully had mentioned it yesterday. Anyone who could make Scully laugh was O.K. with me. "I'm right, though, aren't I?" My body was pressed to the wall at this point, an amused expression on my face. It was rare that I got to hear anyone speak to Scully like this, no holds barred. You could learn a lot by listening to women when they didn't know you were listening. For instance, the 'horny before the period' tidbit. I'd never known that before. All I've ever experienced from women at that time was PMS. Dana sighed heavily. "Jenna, I want to see you, but couldn't we just go out to dinner instead of going to a nightclub where we have to shout to hear each other think?" "Yup, you're horny." "You have a one track mind." "Am I right?" "Jeez, yes, you're right! Are you happy now!" "I love it when I make you squirm!" "Sadistic bitch!" Jenna's laughter pealed out from the phone. I felt my groin tighten just thinking about it. "O.K., I'll agree to dinner, but we have to go somewhere where there is a dance floor and you have to bring a date." "Jenna, you know I'm not seeing anyone right now." "I didn't say you had to bring a boyfriend, I said you have to bring a date. Because if we do dinner, I'm bringing Cameron with me and it won't just be a ladies night." Dana sighed. "Bring Cameron, I don't care. You know I like him." "Nope, not unless you bring a date. Hey, what about that sexy partner of yours?" "No." "Why not?" "Mulder would not want to sit through dinner with two old college chums catching up on the last four years of our lives." "What? Afraid I'll hit on him and take him away from you?" "NO! Jenna, you're incorrigible." "Ah, but you don't deny that he's yours?" "He is NOT mine. He's my partner and he's my friend." "And he's hot." "Yeah, so? He's sexy and really hot. Tell me something I don't know! That doesn't mean I'd do anything about it! Jeez, Jenna, he's my partner!" "So?" "What do you mean, so? It's against regulations for agents working together to get involved." "Ah, screw the regulations. That rule is to protect women from sexual harassment and you know it. It has nothing to do with sex between two consenting adults. Sure, they don't like it, but they don't have to. They can't fire you for it. You can't fool me, Dana. You have the hots for your partner. You've had the hots for him for long time. Just throw him down on the desk for Christ's sake! I know he wouldn't turn you down. Last time I checked, blow jobs were still illegal in Georgia, but in D.C., they are totally cool." "Jenna!" "You two are already involved. " "Not that way." "Every way but that way." "Jenna, I love you but you don't know what you are talking about. Mulder and I have a very complicated relationship, and we have a friendship and a trust that I wouldn't risk for anything in the world." "It would make your relationship with him better." "What would?" "Jumping his bones." "Jenna, would you let it go, please?" "Nope." "Why not? You're starting to make me mad now. Besides what makes you think you know anything about it?" "Dana, have you forgotten all the letters you've sent me over the years. All the letters telling me how sexy, brilliant and compassionate he is. How dedicated and loyal he is. How much he means to you?" Dana sighed again heavily. "Yes, I remember." "Do you remember telling me that you tried to date that guy, what the hell was his name?" "Gregory." "Yeah, him. One date and you couldn't continue leading him on. He was a cardiac surgeon, no ex-wife, and no children, living in D.C., handsome. Perfect for you. Do you remember what you told me when I asked you what the problem was? " Dana was silent for a moment. "Yeah." "What did you say?" "You know what I said." "Yeah, but I want to hear you say it again. You need to hear yourself. What did you say Dana?" I was mesmerized by the conversation now. I held my breath waiting to hear her answer her friend. "Dana? What did you say?" her friend coaxed her. Dana's voice was barely above a whisper. "I said, he's not...he's not Mulder." O.K., folks, my heart suddenly took up residence somewhere in the vicinity of his Adam's apple and my breath whooshed out of my lungs. I felt light-headed and leaned on the wall for support, closing my eyes. "And that asshole, Ed Jerse, the one in Philadelphia. Remember him?" "How could I forget the single most humiliating experience of my life." "Yeah, well, you couldn't sleep with him either. Could you?" My eyes snapped open wide but I bit my lip to keep silent. I'd been sure she had! I remembered the twisting jealousy in my gut too. "So?" "So, when I asked you why you didn't. Rather, when I asked you why you couldn't, do you remember what you said? He was perfect for the release of sexual frustration. You would never have had to see him again. One night to get fucked until your teeth rattled and then you could have gone back to your normal life. But you didn't do it. Why not? Remember, Dana, remember what you said?" "Yeah." Dana's voice sounded reedy now, like she was about to cry. "Say it." "Please, Jenna. I'm at work and I don't need to be getting upset like this. Besides, Mulder is late, but he's bound to walk in here at any moment." "Say it! What did you tell me!" Dana sighed again, drawing a deep breath as if for control. "I said that at the last minute, I couldn't do it because..." "Because..." "Because I felt like I was cheating on Mulder. Because he wasn't...Mulder." "Exactly. Now I just have one question for you." "What now?" "Since we've established that no one else is going to measure up to your partner, are you going to spend the rest of your life alone and sexually frustrated? Or are you going to swallow your pride and your fear and put the moves on your partner?" "I don't know. I'll think about it." "You do that. Look I'll make reservations for four someplace and call you back. We can always cancel, all right?" "Yeah, look I really have to get some work done here." "Yeah, O.K., I got your cell phone number." "Cool, later Jenna." My head was spinning. I couldn't believe what I had just heard. I remembered meeting Jenna just once and it had been brief. She was an old school chum of Dana's from Med school. Oh, god, what did all of it mean? That was evidently what Jenna was trying to get Dana to do - tell her what it all meant. I needed to recoup in the bathroom. I couldn't look at her just yet. Just then, I heard her body hit her chair, causing its legs to scrape on the floor. A little sob escaped her and I heard her mumble. "Damn you, Jenna." Yup, time to hit the bathroom. She definitely did not need to see me right now. I strode the Men's Room and splashed cold water on my face, swiping the errant drops of water through my hair. The cold drops alleviated the line of sweat that had broken out along my hairline. I was still breathing shallow when I looked at myself in the mirror. My cheeks were flushed and I raised his hand to swipe it over his face and realized my hands were shaking. "Get a grip," I whispered to himself. That was easier said than done. You see, I'd been in love with my partner for years, since before the Ed Jerse incident and that had been almost three years ago now. I realized I was in love with her when Duane Barry snatched her. We'd been partners barely two years then, but the bond we shared had already formed. I was devastated and admitted to myself that I was in love with my partner. The anguish of having never told her tore me apart. Finally, she had been returned. I found myself unable to tell her how I felt. She was my best friend. More importantly, she was my rock, my faith, and my strength. I couldn't risk scaring her away with a declaration of love and so I folded the emotion up in a little box and placed it in the back of my mind. It came out to haunt me whenever she was sick or injured, or even emotionally upset, like now. Only this time, she was upset because a friend had forced her to remember some things she'd said - about me. God, all his time and I never knew. I knew she had strong feelings for me but always assumed they were merely the bonds of friendship, at least as far as she was concerned. It seems that there was more. She took my banter and sexual innuendo with aplomb, but she rarely returned it and was always the consummate professional. The few times that she had broken down and let me hold her and comfort her, I soaked up the feeling of being able to touch her, reveled in the feel of her tiny body pressed against mine, the softness of her silky hair and the smell of her. I don't think she ever wore perfume while working, but she must use a body wash or a fragrant shampoo, because she always smelled like citrus and fresh air. So, she had stronger feelings for me than I thought, but how strong? What did she actually want from me, if anything? She didn't outright admit anything to Jenna. She merely repeated words that had come out of her mouth at the time of those two incidents with other men. I almost felt guilty at the sense of relief I was flooded with, knowing that she did not sleep with Ed Jerse. Almost. I agonized over that for months, picturing her with him and crying out in frustration at how much the thought of it hurt. I never considered asking her about it. Not after she had pointedly told me that "not everything was about me." Well, maybe it wasn't, but apparently that had been about me. She had been angry and felt that I was taking her for granted and she had rebelled. Being a psychologist, I should have realized that her protest was too strenuous to be just a case of "cabin fever." Her refusal to tell me about what happened or the details should have raised a red flag that I was involved somehow. But as brilliant as others consider me in the area of reading others and profiling criminals, I sucked at reading Scully. She was the master of the poker face. And I was too close to her to be objective. I 'felt' too much when she was around and therefore I couldn't look at her honestly and objectively and analyze her reactions. The only analyzing that went on was; does what she says and does make me feel good or does it make me feel bad? Did what I say and do make her feel good or bad? That was about the extent of my analyzing ability when it came to her. Pathetic. So, Dana Scully was horny and she thought I was 'hot'. She'd admitted that much. God, she's attracted to me! She felt like she was cheating on me with Jerse? That indicated substantial feelings beyond friendship. The words had echoed in my mind. I knew that feeling. It cropped up for me when Diana came back offering to renew our relationship. It had come out when Phoebe had arrived on the scene with the same offer. Turns out she was just using me again, but still, she made the offer. Even Marita had offered to 'satisfy my needs' a time or two. Each of those times, my only thought had been, 'She isn't Scully, no comparison.' And I really tried to be interested too. In the interest of my sanity, getting over my partner' would have made my life a lot simpler. But I soon found out that there was no 'getting over Scully'. Trying to pretend feelings for someone else only made me yearn for her all the more. I didn't need to 'try' to have feelings for Scully. They were just there. I didn't need to 'try' to have a bond with her, or 'try' to have silent communication. It was just there, with her. Only with her. So, now what? XXXXXXXXXX Dana sat in her office chair with her face buried in her hands. Mulder was going to be here any minute. She had to be in possession of her faculties by then. If he saw her face right now, he would immediately know something was wrong and insist on an explanation. Damn Jenna and her prying and probing! 'She's right,' a voice echoed in her head. Why was it so hard for me to admit? Why was it so hard for me to accept? What the hell was I afraid of? That he wouldn't love me back? That I'd make a fool of myself? That I'd ruin our friendship and our working relationship? All of the above. But how long before these buried thoughts and feelings started interfering with our relationship anyway. They were bound to surface. They already had. Ed Jerse was a perfect example of the absolute wrong way to deal with frustration and anger over my partner. I'd nearly gotten myself killed because I was stupid enough to shack up for the night with a man I didn't know. I'd always heard the stories of women being that stupid. I'd never thought I would be one of them. And true to form, I had chosen a madman. Great job, Dana. How many times had my arguments with Mulder had nothing to do with what we were arguing about? How many times had they been because I was ready to explode with frustration or jealousy, and had taken it out on him? I felt guilty over how much I hated Diana and Phoebe. It was not a very Christian thing to hate someone simply because they were interested in my partner. But that wasn't even it. I was jealous because they had been intimate with Mulder. They knew that side of him. They had experienced his passion. And I hadn't. And I wanted it. And I was too chicken shit to ask for it. What would all that passion be like, directed at a singular source? Me. Was it hot in here? I removed my green box jacket and hung it on the back of my chair. I could feel the sweat soaking into my white blouse at the waistband of my shirt. I had to stop thinking about passion. I'd worn one of my flimsy white bras. It was almost translucent and made of a fine weave silky material. It was soft and didn't irritate my sensitive nipples when my period was coming. Squirming made it slide sensuously across my chest and my nipples hardened painfully. I almost moaned out loud. A 'real' bra would be torture right now. I knew Mulder had strong feelings for me. I knew he was more forthcoming with his emotions than I was. Neither of us was terrific at expressing emotions to one another, but he was better at it than me. I didn't even know how to flirt decently. How does one suddenly 'come on' to one's partner and best friend? Especially when you've never indicated that you wanted anything more than friendship. Wouldn't it seem to come out of the blue? I'd known how to flirt at one time but I had lost the talent. Maybe I could find it again. Despite my anger at Jenna, I was realizing that I wasn't really angry with Jenna. That was the easy thing to do, get pissed at Jenna. She was only trying to make me answer the questions that I'd had been avoiding asking myself for years. What did I want from Mulder? Was I willing to try? How much longer could I stand it if I didn't try? Getting mad at Jenna was a cop out. I was really angry with myself and with my lack of confidence and at my fear of rejection. I was a modern woman. Wasn't I supposed to be stronger than this? Wasn't I supposed to go for what I wanted and not give a damn about the consequences, or be able to handle them at the very least? But I was also human and a woman. I had a heart that could be broken. I knew instinctively that Mulder was the only man alive who had the ability to break my heart beyond repair. But I also had needs. Those needs hadn't been satisfied in a very, very long time. And I did indeed have the 'hots' for my partner. God, I really was horny, too. It stunk admitting that also, but it was true. I usually avoided contact with Mulder during this time because his proximity had the ability to send my libido into overdrive. And masturbating in a hotel room with your partner on the other side of a thin wall was not highly recommended. I was quite vocal during sex and that applied to masturbation too. Since he was the object of most of my fantasies, it really wouldn't do to have him hear me shouting his name as I frigged myself to climax. I was going to have to do that too, probably tonight. Especially after this little conversation, I knew I would succumb once again to the lure of my fantasies just to relieve the tension and frustration. Unless ... no, I couldn't. Could I? Could I invite Mulder to dinner? Could I endure it and then be able to drop him off at his place and walk away? Of course I could. I'd done it a thousand times. What was the problem? Maybe I didn't want to just drop him off this time. Could I bring myself to make a pass at him? The problem was that Jenna had planted a particularly vicious seed in my head and it was growing. It was a seed that I had diligently neglected and never watered. I had instinctively known that if I nurtured the thought, it would consume me like a choke weed. I heard Mulder's loud footsteps in the corridor and took several deep breaths to calm myself and placed my fingers on my keyboard pretending that I was in the middle of typing something. I stared at the computer screen and felt my nipples relax against the material of my bra. Relief. I totally zoned out. I have no idea how it happened. He mumbled something about an emergency bathroom visit. After brushing him off so that I didn't have to talk with him, I reset my eyes on my computer screen, showing only the FBI logo at the moment. I have no idea how long I sat there with my hands hovering over the keyboard, totally oblivious to my surroundings, while my mind took flight before I lowered them to the armrests. I was remembering Philadelphia and how angry I had been. What had I been angry about? Oh yeah. Mulder was being a selfish pig again, self-absorbed and commanding. He'd made me feel like I should ask 'how high?' whenever he said jump. He'd made me feel like I was incapable of making a sound decision on his behalf, on HIS case. Stupid. Infantile. High School. Both of us. Was that really what I had been angry about? Maybe I had just been angry that he had taken off to have a good time without me. Maybe I had just been feeling reckless and lonely. I really don't know. What I did know is that when Ed touched me, I had felt a quick thrill that quickly degenerated into disgust. The thrill had been physical and instant, a response to not having been touched in so long. It was a response to having warm male skin under my hands. But half way into the thrill, I closed my eyes and all I could see was Mulder. It was his hands I wanted on my body, his lips pressing into mine, his warm skin sliding over mine. I couldn't do it. I had broken away and fortunately, Ed had been gentleman about it. For all I know, Betty Boop or whatever her name was, told him not to go any further. The boy was whacked, no doubt about that. So now what? God, my fantasies. He's always there. His large hands setting my body on fire. I registered somewhere in the back of my head that I had begun to sweat at the mere thought of having his hands on me. That lower lip - the thought of sucking on it. His hands touching me, anywhere, everywhere. I would imagine saying, "Mulder, touch me," and having him comply with my every wish. The wash of arousal I felt at that moment made me dizzy. Maybe Jenna was right. How long could I go on like this? I sank deeper into my fantasy and could actually feel his hands, sliding over my upper arms, coming to rest at the base of my neck and caressing my shoulders. Holy shit, my nipples were painfully hard again and the lips between my legs were swelling and tingling at an alarming rate as they grew slick with moisture. I was breathing shallow. Then I felt it, his knuckles brushing the sides of my breasts. The sound of my own moan, low, throaty and wild, broke me out of the spell of my waking dream and I panicked as I realized what was happening. I wasn't dreaming! He was standing behind me and his knuckles were brushing the sides of my breasts. When I moaned, they gracefully slid underneath each globe, lifting gently as if to test the weight. The thumb of each hand swept over my taut nipples, causing my legs to uncross, my head to fall back, and a jolt of arousal so keen that it made me whimper, shot from my breasts to my womb. My legs fell open as I slumped in the chair, totally overwhelmed at the sharp arousal. XXXXXXXXXX I composed myself and headed back to the office, fairly sure that I had myself under control and that I would be able to act naturally. One deep breath and I pushed the door open and stepped inside with a smile plastered on my face. "Hey, Scully! Sorry I'm late. I know, I know, but I had a rather urgent bathroom matter to take care of." I figured making a joke would be the easiest way to handle this. She might be horny when she was about to get her period, but she was also bitchy. I didn't want to provoke her. She turned to me with a relatively blank look on her face. "That's O.K., Mulder, I knew you would show up eventually." I was shocked at her response. She was never 'O.K.' with me being late. Maybe the fib about the bathroom had taken the edge off. Bathroom emergencies were something you had no control over. I sat down at my desk and began booting up my computer. She was back to facing her computer, her hands still on the keyboard. I don't think she even realized that they weren't moving. I gazed at her and ran my eyes down her body, and stifled a gasp at my traitorous body's reaction to the sight of her. Her lips were parted and the tip of her tongue was protruding the tiniest bit to rub back and forth over the bottom of her top teeth. Her chest is rising and falling against a lightweight, white cotton blouse that was nearly see through. I can see the flimsy bra she has on underneath through it. Oh lord, it's sheer! Did she even realize that you could see right through it? Probably not. She rarely took her jacket off at work. Her nipples were dusky, the silken material blurring them slightly. But it didn't hide them completely. My breathing had quickened again at the sight of it. I couldn't take my eyes off her. She was wearing a shorter than usual green skirt that matched her jacket. Her legs were crossed with one heel of her black pumps hooked over the bar of her chair. I felt myself getting hard again. So much for control. I had to get a closer look. She would probably kill me if she caught me gawking at her, but I couldn't help it. I stood up and made my way over to behind her chair and absently noted that she still hadn't moved her eyes or her head. She hadn't seen me move behind her. She was in a fog of thought, totally out of it. I looked down over the top of her head and straight down into her cleavage. Her full breasts filled out the cups of her bra to the limit, a small amount of flesh squished out the top of the flimsy elastic that bordered the sheer cups of her bra. I could see a small bead of sweat slowly making it's way down the crevice between her breasts. I envied her sweat. God, I had it bad! She was breathing shallow. What is she daydreaming about? This is it. I have died and gone to heaven. As I watch the lucky little bead of sweat travel down her body, her voice, in the barest of whispers reached my ears, "Mulder, touch me..." Any blood that had been remaining in my head gave up the effort and slid south at an alarming rate, stiffening me to the limit so quickly it was almost painful. I realized she was daydreaming and not fully aware of what was going on around her. That was evident by the vacant, far away look in her eyes and her arms were limp on the armrests of her chair as she stared into a computer screen with nothing on it but the FBI logo. She was daydreaming about me! There was no way in bloody hell I was NOT going to touch her now. I touched her neck and shoulders gently, and brushed my palms down her arms slowly. Her breathing hitched on the return trip up. I make another pass down her arms, my knuckles brushing the sides of her breasts. And the most amazing thing I've ever seen happened before my eyes. As I stared at her flat nipples clouded by the sheer fabric, they sprang outward with a speed I'd never seen before and strained against the fabric of her bra. They protruded stiff and hard, pressing at the little scrap of material and showing through her blouse which was becoming wet with her perspiration. A dark wet stain now graced the front of her blouse as though she'd been running. It made what little cover she had disappear. She may as well be naked from the waist up. As my mind tried to process the fact that her body was responding to my touch, the sound of her voice ripped through my head and I was lost. She moaned. Because I had brushed her breasts, Dana "the Ice Queen" Scully threw her head back, and let rip with the lowest, loudest, most erotic moan I have ever heard. Time just stopped for a second while my head swam. I watched my hands as if they are operated by someone else, turning my palms in and sliding down her globes to slip underneath, feeling their weight fill my palms. Nipples. The most beautiful, pink, puckered nipples I had ever seen protruding into my palms. They had thick nubs and were protruding proudly. They were beautiful. My thumbs reached for them and dragged across these miraculous offerings. Holy shit. She whimpered and her legs uncrossed, both heels fell to the floor as she slid down in her chair and her legs opened as wide as her skirt would allow. I'd had enough. I had to taste her skin. I dropped my head to her shoulder and my lips found the base of her neck where it meets her shoulder. I stuck out my tongue and lapped her for taste before latching on and drawing her tender, white skin into my mouth. This elicited another gasp and moan. She tasted delicious. Her skin is salty from her sweat. Her hair smells like citrus and mixed perfectly with her sweat. I stopped kissing her skin to nuzzle her hair. Suddenly I was seized with the desire to see her eyes. I placed a hand on her cheek and turned her face to me as I craned my neck around to see her. Her eyes were open now and she was partially aware. Is she going to pull away? She looked almost panicked. Her irises were a thin line of dark, blue around her widely, dilated pupils. She seemed incapable of speech, totally stunned. I know I looked as stunned as she did. Her breath whooshes out. Then, "Mu...Mulder?" "Yeah?" "What are you doing?" Her whisper was breathy and held awe. She still wasn't completely with me. I've never seen her zone out like this. I'd never seen her aroused like this. My hard on was straining against my dress slacks and becoming decidedly uncomfortable. Honesty was probably the best policy here although I was terrified she would snap out of it at any moment and end this. "I'm doing what you asked." I kept my voice soft, my gaze locked with hers. "What I asked?" Oh god, she really didn't realize she had said it out loud. "You said ... Scully ... you said, 'Touch me, Mulder.'" She watches me bite my bottom lip waiting for her response. "I did?" She looked bewildered. Then her head hung down, her hair fell forward and her hands came up to cover her face. "Oh God, I said it out loud, didn't I?" Here it comes, I thought. Here's where she bolts away from me and retreats into her shell. I couldn't let it happen. I stepped around to face her in the chair and knelt in front of her. She jerked when I placed my hands on her thighs, but she doesn't stop me or tell me not to touch her. I reached up and gently pried her hands away from her face, holding her hands with each of mine in her lap. She looked so dejected. I knew the second she realized the sweaty state of her blouse. A gasp of mortification sounded from her. "It's O.K., Scully." A little sob escaped her. "No, it's not." Well, that's a switch from 'I'm Fine, Mulder,' "Yeah, it is. Look at me." She was shaking her head in the negative. I reached up again and tilted her chin up to meet my eyes. Hers were still glazed with arousal but she was fully aware now. And she was humiliated. I could see the embarrassment on her features. She twisted away to pull her jacket off the back of the chair and I let her. She pulled it over her chest, but didn't try to put it on. "Scully." "What?" She still wouldn't meet my eyes. "You're so beautiful." Her eyes darted to my face and away again. "Mulder, don't." "Scully, listen to me. Will you listen?" She nodded, looking defeated and kept her eyes on something over my right shoulder. I did not like 'defeated Scully'. "I know you are embarrassed." She snorted but I ignored it. "But you shouldn't be." "How can I not be? I just got completely lost in a fantasy world right here in middle of the office. A fantasy world with YOU in it. OH CHRIST!" This last was wailed out. I could see the tears forming in her eyes. I hated it when she cried, for any reason. I didn't want to make her embarrassment worse. "You shouldn't be embarrassed because ... 'aroused Scully' is the most beautiful, devastatingly sexy thing I've ever seen." She looked at me now, I assume to gauge my sincerity. I let my awe and vulnerability for her show on my face. For once, I was not going to hide it. Not now. A quirky smile almost invaded her face before it skittered away again. Quietly, she said, "Yeah, sure. This, from Mulder the porn king with eyes only for tall, leggy brunettes with dark eyes and big boobs. Yeah, sure." I winced at her remarks. Fucking Diana. I knew how much Scully distrusted her and disliked her. She was dead and still coming between us. Then again, I'd never told Scully what she means to me and I'd never told her how little Diana meant to me. "Is that what you think? Is that what you think I like?! What you think I want?" I sounded angry and took a deep breath. She gave me a puzzled look as if surprised by my response. Then she nodded in the affirmative. That was exactly what she thought. Oh, lord have mercy, she couldn't think that. Could she? But she did. "Then you don't know what's important to me in a woman at all. And you definitely have NO IDEA how I feel about you." She whispered, "Then tell me." "Now or never, Mulder," I mumbled under my breath, giving myself a pep talk. I looked up at her again and I know she heard me. Her eyes were wide. There was an amused look that wanted to break free. But her eyes held fear. Oh God. Was she is afraid of what I was going to say? "Scully, I lost my taste for brunettes a long, long time ago. The only two I was ever involved with hurt me, cheated on me, abandoned me and lied to me." I took a deep breath. "I may have felt I owed them friendship, or the benefit of the doubt, but that's it. That's all. I didn't have any romantic feelings for Diana or Phoebe anymore." She nodded skeptically as if she wanted to believe me but really didn't. I continued. The porn king comment bothered me more than I was willing to admit. "I know you don't approve, but I watch those tapes for one reason and one reason only." She looked at me, waiting. Now it is me who couldn't meet her gaze and I looked at the floor. I didn't have the courage to watch her eyes just then. I was so scared, but I had to do this. My voice was barely above a whisper. "Because I can't have the woman I'm in love with. And I can't sleep around. It's too dangerous and it's not fair to let a woman believe that you want something you don't. I'm not the type of guy who can just 'satisfy my needs' and then take a hike the next morning. So I use the movies to relieve my tension and my sexual frustration." She was still whispering, "Frustration?" "Frustration over not being able to make love to the only woman I've wanted for almost five years now." I risked looking at her now. Her eyes are wide. She looked confused. "Who ... who have you wanted? You're in love?" She sounded incredulous. I nodded. "With who?" I just stared at her. Was she truly that dense or was she just clarifying? Or did she just need to hear it? Either way it didn't matter. I steeled myself. "One guess, Agent Scully," I said facetiously. Her brow scrunched and her mouth opened but no sound came out. I decided to end the suspense. This was ridiculous. I had to tell her now and erase any doubt in that pretty little head of hers. No more guessing games for us. If she tried to run, I'd just have to yank her back by the coattails. I suppressed a chuckle at the look of confusion on her face, not quite able to believe that she didn't know. And if she did, that she can't believe it. "Muld..." I cut her off, but spoke quietly. "YOU, Scully. I'm in love with ... YOU." She truly looked shocked. My voice was a whisper but it was all I could get out at that moment. "Don't tell me you didn't know." "Oh, Mulder, I really didn't. You're serious?" I nodded 'yes' and looked away from her as I felt tears start to sting my eyes. I noticed she wasn't jumping to return the sentiment. Then she surprised me. "Say it again." I looked at her and see that her face had cleared. Maybe she did believe me after all. At least she didn't say, 'Oh Brother' this time. My knees were starting to kill me so I stood. My joints let out an audible crack. I ignored it but figured the sound spoke for itself. She would know why I was rising. If I was going to tell her I loved her, I was going to be touching her when I did it. I grabbed her hand and hoisted her up out of the chair, grabbed her around the waist and swung her around. Her jacket fell from her hands to floor. Her arms went around my neck. My hands slid under the back of her thighs and I lifted her up to sit her on the desk so we could be at eye level. She weighed almost nothing. She gasped but didn't protest as my hands slid up her legs to her hips, bunching her skirt as I went. Oh God, she was wearing thigh high stockings. I stepped between her legs and watched her bite her lip. My hands came up to cup her face and stare at her, with our noses a mere inch apart. I could feel her little puffs of breath against my lips as she panted softly. After a deep breath, I said it again. "I love you, Scully." I paused. "I really, really love you." I see tears form in those baby blues. It gave me courage to continue. "And I want to touch you so badly sometimes it drives me crazy. Day in and day out, I daydream about touching you. And then I go home at night and dream about making love to you." Her eyes were wide as saucers now and she just kept staring at me. "But I wake up alone and feel like crying because it was just a dream." "When I saw you here all zoned out, I thought you looked sooo sexy. I had to take a closer look. And when I stood behind you ... you said ... oh Jesus, Scully ... you asked me to touch you ... you asked ... " I was rambling now and I couldn't help it. I was having trouble regaining my composure. "I ... I thought I was dreaming, Scully, ... I thought ... I don't know, but I couldn't stop myself. And you let me touch you, Scully. You let me... and I've wanted you for so long. And when you responded ... I felt like I was going to faint." I could feel my lower lip quivering and figured I must look like a total dork at this point. I'd better shut up now. "Oh God, Scully, say something!" What she said was not exactly what I wanted to hear. I wanted to hear those three little words. But what she did say was the next best thing. Two words. "Kiss me." XXXXXXXXXX If I had any semblance of control, it raced away like the wind at those two words. I felt lightheaded as I leaned into her and took her mouth in a firm but gentle kiss. Our lips slid across each other as I pressed her lips open wide. Her lips were so soft and I felt an electric charge zing between us. I shivered and swept my tongue over her lips and teeth, asking for permission to enter. She gasped and that was all the opportunity I needed. My tongue swept inside her open mouth, raking her gums and exploring the roof of her mouth and the inside of her cheeks. She groaned into my mouth and I bucked my hips into her feeling my hard on begin to throb heavily and ache. She was returning my kiss now, rolling her tongue around mine and then sucking on my bottom lip with a single minded purpose that had my whole body vibrating. After a few minutes of this, I knew that I wasn't going to be able to stop if I didn't stop now. I reluctantly broke the kiss, leaning my forehead against hers. "Scully, do you realize where we are?" She grinned shyly. "Oops." "Yeah, Oops." We both chuckled. "Mulder, I need a little time to process this." I nodded and felt a lump form in my throat. She was going to come up with all the reasons why this can't be. I just knew it. It must have shown on my face. She cupped my face with her palms and said, "Don't worry, that's not a bad thing. I'm not going to run away." I nodded again, incapable of talking anymore. "O.K.?" I nodded again. "That kiss was too incredible." I smiled her. "Oh! I almost forgot." "What?" I've found my voice again. The mood has been broken and I pulled away from her, reluctantly letting my arms drop. "Can you have dinner with me tonight? I'm meeting Jenna and Cameron. Do you remember Jenna? I told you she was in town." "Yeah, I do. I'd love to go to dinner." She smiled that Scully mega-watt smile at me and my heart turned over in my chest. "Let's get out of here. Go home and change into casual clothes and I'll pick you up at 7:30 PM. O.K.?" "Yeah, O.K." What else am I going to say? "Scully? I'm looking forward to this." "You are?" "Yeah, my first real date with you." "It's not...yeah, I guess it is a date." "I'm glad you asked me." "I feel weird, still embarrassed." "Don't be. The fantasies I've had about you would make a whore blush." Her mouth dropped open. I flashed her a smile and turned to scoot out the door. "Later, Scully." PART 2 - R MULDER'S APARTMENT FRIDAY EVENING 7:30 PM I decided to wear my black jeans and a white, ribbed tank top with my leather jacket and black boots. I was waiting on the sidewalk when she pulled up. I knew it made me look anxious but I didn't care. I was determined that I wasn't going to be late for our date. Not this time. She popped the locks on the car and I opened the door, sliding in next to her. As I turned to meet her dazzling smile, I let out a wolf whistle. She blushed. Her hair was brushed out and fluffy and soft around her face. She was wearing a white mid-drift tee shirt with a V-neck, a black spandex mini-skirt and black high heel pumps. Her legs were bare. So much Scully skin I thought I might faint. Christ, we matched! My eyes couldn't decide whether they were more fascinated with her legs or the white strip of her abdomen showing between her skirt and her tee shirt. So they darted back and forth several times. I heard her cough delicately. I raised my eyes to meet hers as my brain finally got the message that I was staring like a hormone-crazed teenager. "Mulder?" "Oh, sorry, Scully. I've just never seen you dressed like this. Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" She giggled. An actual giggle and I was sure I'd never heard one before. She was an adorable shade of pink and was flushing darker red by the second under my appraisal. "You look fantastic!" "Thank you. You don't look so bad yourself." I smiled at her. I had taken time to spike my hair with a small amount of moose, something I rarely did. I was already regretting wearing snug jeans. The front was restricting my crotch already as my body reacted to the sight of her. "Thanks." That was all I could get out. "Ready to go?" "Yeah." I cringed at the sound of how breathy my voice sounded. The restaurant was in Georgetown, a restaurant/bar called The Georgetown Pub and Grill. The music from the bar was pleasantly muted. There was a wall separating the bar from the restaurant tables. Jenna and her fiancée, Cameron were already seated as we approached. She looked the same; tall, thin, platinum blonde hair, blue eyes. Cameron was her complete opposite. He was muscular, brown eyes and black hair. His brown skin showed his Egyptian heritage. She waved at us excitedly as I steered Scully through the crowd, my hand on the small of her back. We slid into the booth. "Hey, you made it!" She looked pointedly at Scully, "I'd thought you'd cop out." Scully bit her lip and met Jenna's stare. "No. Since when do I not keep my word?" Jenna just laughed and introduced me to Cameron. We ordered and ate our food, bantering pleasantly. I had a hard time keeping my hands to myself but figured I should let Scully take the lead. The girls got up to go to the ladies room to powder their noses or whatever they do when they are in there. Cameron turned out to be pharmacist. These two would be power couple financially if they ever pooled their finances. I smiled at him trying to be friendly. We really didn't know each other at all. He finally broke the silence. "So what's the deal with you two?" "Could you be more specific?" I was stalling and he knew it and smiled that secretive smile guys get when they know they shouldn't say something but they are going to anyway. "O.K., have you gotten her in the sack yet?" "No, I just kissed her for the first time this afternoon." His eyebrows shot up. "You've worked with a doll like that for seven years and you've never touched her?" "Nope. Not the way you mean. We have developed a real close friendship though." "You're a better man than me." "What about Jenna?" "Oh I didn't mean to imply that I can't resist women. Jenna is everything I've always wanted. She's pretty, she's smart, she doesn't take any of my shit." I chuckled. "Sounds familiar." "Well, I figured there's probably a reason why they are friends. They must have something in common." "You mean besides being doctors?" Now he chuckled. "Well, yeah, there is that. But I meant that, well, Jenna doesn't hang around with people that don't stimulate her mentally." "So I take it you stimulate her mentally." He grinned. "I try." "How about some pointers?" "You're joking right? Good looking, smart guy like you? And Jenna told me you have quite the brain in your head." I shook my head in the negative. "I'm not a virgin by any means, but Christ, there's something about Scully that turns me into a moron! I.Q., smi-Q." I paused, deciding how much I should say. He was practically a stranger, but he seemed friendly enough. "Cameron, I've been in love with her for so long. And now that I might be able to have her, I'm scared shitless. When it comes to touching Scully, I just ... dissolve. We've been 'just friends' for so long, I'm not sure how to go about it, if you know what I mean?" He chuckled at that. "Yeah, I think I do. Jenna's rendered me speechless a time or two. But that little red head digs you man, I can tell. The little secretive smiles. Oh yeah. She's hooked. Just reel her in. You've both been waiting for this according to Jenna. Don't over think it, just touch her, tell her what she does to you, tell her how you feel." "Tall order." "Yeah, but it works. Women love to know that they drive you crazy. Don't say it unless you mean it, but I know she's driving you nuts. I can tell by the way you keep looking at her like she's a apparition that's going to disappear. She isn't going anywhere. Calm down, dude. She's yours if you want her. You obviously care about her and Jenna's told me that she is crazy about you. She's just scared." "Scared of what? I'd never hurt her." "I don't know. Maybe afraid of ruining the friendship. You guys have a lot of history. But friends make the best lovers. Take it from me. Jenna is my best friend." I looked up and saw Jenna striding back to table without Scully. I was instantly worried that she was ill or having second thoughts about being here with me. "Where's Scully?" I asked, feeling a little foolish and knowing I sounded like an ass. She just smiled at me. "She had to take a pee. I didn't figure she needed my help." I smiled. "You'd never know it by the way women always go the bathroom in packs of twos and threes!" She laughed and then looked me in the eye, reaching across the table to place her hand on top of mine. I startled but didn't pull it away. "Mulder, listen to me. She'll be back in about one minute. Don't give her a chance to chicken out. She wants to be with you, but I'm not sure she knows how to take the lead. You're going to have to do it. Trust me on this. Whenever she looks like she's about to bolt, or looks like she's about to THINK, just touch her. She won't admit it, but she melts when you touch her." I nodded at her, feeling excited by those words. Then I saw Scully approaching the table. She gave a quizzical look as Jenna quickly removed her hand from mine. XXXXXXXXXX Jenna practically shoved me into the bathroom, shutting the door behind us and grinning at me like an idiot. "Holy Shit, Dana! I forgot just how SEXY he is. Whew! I saw him only once and he was in his G-man attire, trench coat and all. Casual Mulder is a sight to behold! He belongs on the cover of GQ!" I giggled. Truth be told, I was enjoying being seen in public with Mulder. I hadn't failed to notice the female heads swiveling around to follow him across the floor when we had entered the restaurant. "I don't get to see him in casual clothes that often either. It's bad enough looking at him in a suit." Jenna smiled. "So did you take my advice?" "Not completely." "What's that mean?" "He, uh, he came back in and I was all zoned out, thinking about what you had said. He came up behind me and touched me and I turned into goo. I'm more susceptible to him this time of month. I usually avoid him at this time." "So what happened? Tell me!" "The short version is he saw me react to his touch and ended up kissing me. Christ Jenna, I melted. He told me ... he told me he loved me." "Ha! I knew it! A real kiss?" "Yeah. Almost too real." Jenna looked like she was going to do a cartwheel. She was so proud of herself. "Don't say 'I told you so', or I'll kill you." I pointed my finger at her. She just laughed at me and hugged me to her. "Oh, Dana, I'm so happy for you." "Nothing's happened yet, Jenna. He just kissed me." "Yeah, but sparkler's been lit, baby and there's no turning back. He won't be happy with just one kiss." "He's been a perfect gentleman all night." "That's because me and Cameron are here. Just wait. He gets you alone, and your toast! He won't be able to keep himself from touching you if he thinks he can." "Thanks a lot. Get me all nervous why don't you!" She giggled. "You go girl!" I couldn't help but smile at her. She opened the door for real and then looked at me. "I have to pee, Jenna, for real. I'll be right out." XXXXXXXXXX I approached the table and knew Jenna was up to something. She was holding Mulder's hand and talking a mile a minute. He looked extremely uncomfortable. Damn her! Couldn't she stop meddling? I gave her a look with a question on my face that said, 'What the hell are you doing?' She pulled her hand away and sat back as I slid into the booth. I opened my mouth to say something and she leaped up. "Time to dance, you guys. Let's go!" She spun on her heel and headed for the other side of the restaurant where the bar and dance floor were. Mulder just shrugged and we slid out of the booth with Cameron and followed her. Jenna was determined that we all would dance. I found myself a bit excited about the prospect of dancing with Scully. It was something we'd never really done before together. Well, there was that once at the Cher concert, but that didn't really count. The music was loud as we made our way to the edge of the dance floor. Scully turned and shouted at me, "Mulder, I forgot to ask you if you dance?!" I grinned at her. "Can I dance? Can 'I' dance?" I teased her. "Just wait, woman, you haven't seen nothin' yet!" Her eyes widened as I grabbed her hand and propelled her onto the dance floor. I caught Jenna's eye just in time to see her smirking at Cameron. They were playing "Hot Blooded" by Foreigner. I hadn't heard this song is ages. I began leading Scully around the floor, pushing her away from me, spinning her, pulling her back to clasp her to my chest. I mouthed the words to her as we danced. She was laughing and following my lead. She was quick on her feet. She was against my chest, with one of my hands between her shoulder blades and one on the small of her back when I bent my knees loosely and swiveled our hips together. I became hard instantly and ground my hips into her. She gasped and pulled away from me. But I remembered what Jenna said. I didn't have any ideas of my own so I decided to try hers. I yanked her back into my chest and held her there, careful to keep our hips apart for now. Her smile returned and she pushed away from me and twirled around, backing into me with her hands above her head. I captured her wrists in one hand as her little derriere backed up. I bent low to make sure her ass landed between my legs. She was shimmying back and forth and I groaned as she brushed my erection. I was watching her hair fly back and forth as her head rotated on her shoulders. My hands dropped to her waist, running over the bare skin between her skirt and tee shirt. I dropped a kiss on her shoulder and shouted loud enough to be heard over the music, but not loud enough for anyone else to hear me. "You're turning me on, Scully." I felt her stiffen. I immediately slid my arms around her waist, pinning her back to my chest until she relaxed. I knew she could feel my arousal against her lower back. I let go as the song ended and she spun around to face me and clasped me around the waist. A slow song I didn't recognize started up. I pulled her tight to my chest again, turning her head to rest it against my breastbone and nuzzling her hair with my cheek. I didn't want to give her a chance to escape. I was enjoying this too much. I looked over at Jenna and she gave me the thumbs up sign. I grinned at her, chuckling at her enthusiasm. Scully looked up when she felt my chest rumble with my chuckle. "What are you laughing about?" I peered down at her. "Jenna the match maker just gave me a thumbs up." She stared at me a second, wide-eyed. "Did you hear any of my conversation with her earlier?" "Some." "How much?" "Enough to know I was invited to dinner. I was wondering if you would ask me. But then I had that bathroom emergency I told you about so I didn't hear the rest. But she was encouraging me while you were in the bathroom." "I saw that. I love her but she can be such a nosey parker sometimes." I chuckled. She gave me the skeptic look with the raised eyebrow. I just smiled at her. "So do I have anything else to be humiliated over?" "No." "O.K. I'll take your word for it." She put her head back on my chest and I squeezed her tight again and continued swaying to the music. I loved the feeling of her tiny body pressed up against me. Despite my track record dating tall women, I knew how to dance with a short one. Most tall guys bent over top of a short woman. I'd had a friend in college, Lydia, all of five foot tall who told me in no uncertain terms that this was the perfect way to give a short woman a crick in her neck and a broken back. She'd told me, 'just stand up straight and hold her to you. You can put your arm around her shoulders, or hold one hand out, whatever. You can hold her hand to your chest, but for god sakes, don't bend over top of her.' I'd always remembered my lessons! I pulled her to me with my hand between her shoulder blades and the other one holding her hand to my chest. She nuzzled my chest with her cheek and her free hand slid up and down my bicep. I murmured into her ear. "You're driving me crazy, Scully." I felt her smile against my chest and she mumbled into my chest, "Did I ever tell you I love your arms?" I looked at her amused as she raised her head. "My arms? No." "Well, I do. I stare at them only a little less frequently than I stare at your ass." I barked out a laugh and she grinned a sly grin at me. She was thrilling me. Scully had checked me out! Before today, I never would have believed it. I couldn't resist the tease. "You've checked out my ass, Scully?" She grinned. "Oh yeah." I laughed again, shaking my head. "I've always wondered if I could fit yours into the palm of my hands." She choked a little and met my eyes again. We were both grinning at each other now. "Seems this may need some investigating, Agent Mulder." "Maybe." "Not here though." "Where would you like to investigate this, Agent Scully." "Hmm, maybe at my place." "Is that an invitation for later this evening?" "Yes, I do believe it is." "Invitation accepted. I believe we have some seriously overdue unfinished business." "Seems that way." She looked up at me then, a serious expression on her face. "We need to talk, Mulder." I nodded to indicate that I understood. The song ended and I held her hand as I led her off the floor. We met up with Jenna and Cameron who were as sweaty as we were from dancing but smiling just as hard as we were. I was anxious to leave now, knowing that I was probably going to get a chance to touch more of Scully. Would she want to make love? Or just make out some more? It didn't really matter. I would take what I could get. This was undeniably the best thing that ever happened to me and I was determined not to screw it up. I still couldn't quite believe she had flirted with me for real. She wasn't just trading innuendo. I was going to let her set the pace, no matter how bad I just wanted to grab her and go cave man on her. Jenna spared me the trouble of trying to think of an excuse to leave. "Well, you two, it's been fun, but we need to head home. Dana, it was great seeing you again." "You too, Jenna." The two women leaned into each other for a hug and I saw Jenna whisper something in Scully's ear that made her blush, but I couldn't hear what it was. Cameron and I shook hands and we all headed out to the parking lot. XXXXXXXXXX Jenna hugged me and whispered in my ear. "Ooo, girl, you're gonna get laaaiiiddd to-night!" I shook my head, feeling a blush rise up my neck. Jenna was so free about her sexuality. It embarrassed me but I was also a bit envious. Did I want to get laid tonight? Or was that rushing things just a little bit!? After all, he'd only kissed me so far and he was the one that had put a stop to it, realizing we were in the office. We reached the car and got in. I suddenly remembered that, in my excitement, I'd forgotten the notes I needed to finish the report I was working on. "Mulder, would you mind if we swung by the office?" "What for?" "I forgot some notes that I intended to work on this weekend." "You shouldn't work on the weekends, Scully," he said in a mock scolding tone. "I know but I really have to finish that last report for Skinner, then I can relax for the weekend, knowing it's done." "O.K., let's go then." XXXXXXXXXX We arrived at the Hoover Building and went quickly inside, riding the elevator from the parking garage down to the basement. Mulder insisted on walking in with me. I unlocked the office and pushed the door open, heading immediately for my desk where I had left the folder with my notes. I heard him close the door behind us. I bent over at the waist to reach the folder on the opposite side of my desk. Just then, I felt Mulder's hands on my waist. The contact of his warm hands on my skin had been driving me crazy all night. I was driving him crazy! Well, he was driving me crazy! I was torn between wanting to take this slow and wanting to see what I'd been missing all these years. He was obviously willing. Oh boy, is he ever! He just pressed himself against my rear end. He is hard, really hard! Oh God. Was I ready for this. The idea of fooling around with him in this office was titillating. I'd had so many fantasies about doing just that. I was really excited. I could feel his thumbs making lazy circles on my back, sending shivers up and down my spine. I was chagrined when my voice came out breathy, "Mulder, I've got the folder." "Ummm," was all he said and he slowly but firmly swiveled his hips against my ass. "Mulder, let's go ..." His hands slid up my sides and stopped just below my breasts. I began to pant, breathing shallow as he continued to rub his thumbs in circles. Then he pulled me back against him, fitting my head under his chin. His hands crossed over on my stomach. I made a strangled sound in the back of my throat, feeling fear rise up. I was nervous. Why? Because I was overwhelmed at the way my body was reacting to his touch. It was unnerving the way my nipples hardened from a simple touch, the way I shivered from the warmth of his hands on my bare skin. I couldn't even control my breathing and he wasn't even kissing me yet. He whispered into my ear. "Scully?" "Wha-what?" "Do you have any idea how much I want you?" I whimpered, trying desperately to think of a response. "I don't know what's happening here, Mulder. I ... " "What's happening is this. Just knowing that after nearly seven years, I might be able to touch you tonight, is making me so excited, I haven't been able to think of anything else since I kissed you this afternoon." His tongue darted out and licked the sensitive skin behind my ear. He trailed kisses down my neck making me shiver with the sensations he was causing. Then his hands slid up to cup my breasts lightly. He squeezed them gently and I felt moisture flood my crotch in response. I couldn't stifle the moan that escaped me now. His cheek was nuzzling mine. His voice was raspy and low and so sexy. "Do you want me, Scully?" Do I ever! Oh man, I'm so worked up! Screw it! I want this, I want this so bad I could scream. XXXXXXXXXX She isn't pulling away from me. She isn't stiffening in my arms. She isn't getting angry. And my hands are on her body, my hard on is pressed firmly into her ass and starting to ache dreadfully. I've just told her how much I want her and she let me touch her breasts. Miracles never cease. Warmth is flooding my torso and I can't resist kissing her neck. I buck my hips involuntarily when she moans. I am so hard. Stiff breeze, indeed, Jenna. I know how you feel. I have to know where this is going tonight. The suspense is killing me. I am a little embarrassed at how gravel my voice sounds, but there is no help for it. "Do you want me, Scully?" Her head falls back on my shoulder. Her eyes are closed and she is panting gently. I have to get her out of here or I'm going to explode. "I have to get you out of here." All of a sudden, she chuckled. Then my partner blew my mind. Her voice low and sultry like I'd never heard it. "Lock the door." I stared at her as if I'd been shot, all the air suddenly gone from the room. Reserved, professional, controlled, reasonable Dana Scully was about to throw all caution to the wind. I hoped she meant what I thought she meant. If she did, I was about to experience a Scully she'd never let me see. The Scully that let loose. The wild Scully. My heart was beating at an alarming rate. This isn't the way I pictured us getting it on for the first time, but I was not about argue. Since when did we ever do things by the book. She inclined her head toward the door. I sprang away from her as though I been shocked and leaped for the door, twisting the lock harder than necessary in my eagerness and banging my finger. I shook it and then sucked on it. I turned at the sound of her giggle. She had turned to lean her butt against the desk. She giggled. Scully giggled and it was the most beautiful music I'd ever heard. I smiled at her and set a predatory look on my face and literally stalked back to her, slow and purposeful. Her smile faded and her hands gripped the edge of the desk. I sank between her thighs again and placed my hands over hers. I stared into her eyes. They were bright with anticipation. "How far?" I croaked out. Christ, I sounded like I'd gargled with razor blades! She didn't flinch from my gaze. "All the way." My heart just stopped. I can't breathe. Oh good, the heart started up again. But now it feels like its going to spin out of my chest. I wanted to get this right. I should hear her say she loves me first. I should ask. But I can't bring myself to ask. I want her too badly. And I'm going to have her whether she loves me or not. At least I'll have one real memory to play back if this doesn't work out. "Clothed or naked?" Despite its gravel quality, I am silently pleased that my voice doesn't sound hysterical. Fumbling with the lock was bad enough. Life as I know it is about to change. She seemed to be contemplating my question seriously. "Naked." I could die a happy man now. But I won't. Instead, I leaned back and shrugged out of my jacket. I tore my tee shirt over my head and tossed them both on her chair. She was watching me intently as I reached up to slide my fingers under the bottom of her tee, purposely brushing my knuckles over the sides of her breasts. I watched as her nipples rose to attention. I was unreasonably pleased about this. It wasn't a fluke the first time. She was really responding to my touch. Her body was giving her away. She put her hands over her head and I pulled her shirt off, tossing it on the chair with the rest. She hopped off the desk and divested herself of her bra, skirt and panties. She stood before me in her stockings and high heel pumps as I kicked off my shoes and let my pants drop to the floor, stepping out of them. I stood before her in my black boxer briefs. My cock was tenting the front and I was unbelievably hard. She stepped into me and yanked my underwear down my legs. I stepped out of them and stood completely naked in front of her, letting her eyes travel over my body. I was suddenly self-conscious. What if she didn't like what she saw? I'm in shape, but I'm not exactly Steroid Lad either. My insecurity fled when her eyes slid down to cock and her mouth fell open, eyes going wide and her mouth forming a perfect "O" with those pursed full lips. I looked down at myself, seeing the fluid leaking from my tip already and dripping down the underside of my shaft. I was extremely erect. In fact, I don't ever remember being this excited without feeling any skin against my genitals first. I didn't ever remember being this hard, period. She was eyeing it like it was candy and licked her lips. I looked down again and groaned. Unbelievably, I felt myself harden further, the skin of my shaft stretching to just this side of pain. I watched and couldn't believe I could actually see the head of my dick throb and swell wider, thickening under her gaze. The tender skin was stretched so tight. I watched, mesmerized as the vertical slit of skin framing my opening peeled back in response to the swelling. This left my urethra opening gaping open as my fluid began to seep steadily from the hole in time with the pulsing of my shaft, coating my head with it's warmth. "Sit down," she whispered. I tossed the clothes on the floor and sat in the chair. She grabbed my jacket and kneeled on top of it between my legs. Oh God, was she going to give me a blow job? I must be dreaming. NOPE! Her warm, hot tongue just swirled around my shaft and up over my head, lapping up my pre-cum. I shouted her name as I bucked up out of the chair. She held a finger to her lips, telling me to be quiet. "Right," I stutter out. She giggled again and without preamble, grabbed the base of my shaft, opened wide and descended her mouth over me. She was sliding her hot, wet, incredible mouth over me and swishing her tongue across the underside of my shaft. I moaned out, "Oh shit, Scully." She began bobbing up and down, squeezing the base rhythmically with her hand and sucking so hard, I felt my balls twinge deliciously with every stroke. A constant croak of, 'Awwww, Awwww, Awwww' continued to sound from the back of my throat. That was the only sound I was capable of at the moment. Nothing had ever felt this good. I've never been this hard without coming. She was so good at this. And let's face it. Just because it was her made it that much more exciting. She was humming with approval. The vibrations were going to make me come. I felt a surge in my shaft and bit my lip for control when I felt her forefinger slid under my shaft and press a spot on the underside close to my balls. The pressure eased and I sighed in relief. It was almost all over except the, 'I'm sorry.' Seems the good doctor has a few tricks up her sleeve. She resumed her ministrations, bringing me to edge again faster than I would have thought possible. I'd been hard for so long now it was starting to hurt. I touched her head and gently coaxed her beautiful lips off my shaft. She reluctantly let go after one more long, slow, hard suck. I grunted and pulled her up. Her chair had no side panel under the arms and she easily straddled me, slipping her legs through the side of the chair. She was still wearing her shoes and her white thigh highs. The silky fabric teased the hair on my legs as she slid into my chest and pressed her sopping wet crotch against my cock, pinning it to my stomach. We both groaned then. She reached around my waist and down and I grunted in surprise as the chair suddenly dipped a good four inches as she pulled a release lever. I saw her purpose now. Her heels met the floor, her thighs squeezing my hips and she rose herself up grasping me in her little hand. I croaked out, "Do you need something? Do you need me to ..." My hands went to her waist and I steadied her. She didn't answer, just slowly lowered herself onto the head of my shaft. She didn't need a thing. She was so wet. Unbelievably wet. Scully was wet for me. My head spun. She hummed approval at the sensation and sank a little lower. We are both panting. And good thing she was wet, because she was so tiny inside. I felt her tight little walls pulsing around the end of my shaft and gasped at the waves of sensation, my breath hissing in through my teeth. "Ooo, Mulder, this is going to feel sooo good. Oh God, you're so big, so thick." If she was happy, I was happy. My head flopped back in the chair and a "huh" escaped me as my head spun again at the sound of her next words. "You're cock is beautiful." I'm really dizzy now. Did she just call it a 'cock'? Dana Scully likes my dick and wasn't afraid to tell me so. Well, does life get any better than this? I really didn't think so. She was hovering about half way down my shaft, letting her walls stretch. I stutter out, "I can't ... believe we're ... doing this." "I know, here in the office too. I've lost count of how many times I've fantasized about having sex with you in this office." "Holy shit, Scully. Are you trying to kill me?" She chuckled. "I meant I can't believe we're doing this, period. If you'd wanted to fuck in the lobby I wouldn't have said NO." She smiled, moaned again and sank down hard and fast, thrusting her hips forward to grind the last of me inside her tight, little box. I nearly came right there. "You are so beautiful. Christ, Scully! You're so tight!" "Mmm," was her only response before she began rising and falling, slow and steady. "Ooohhhyyyeeeaaahhh." I watched her powerful thigh muscles flex and relax with each stroke. Then I just moaned steadily as I watched myself disappear inside her, reappear and sink into her again. The sight was incredible. Her auburn curls grinding into my black ones at the bottom of each stroke. "Look, Scully, we're so beautiful together." She looked down and whimpered. I leaned forward to capture a nipple and began suckling those hard, jutting peaks, laving her with my tongue. I slid my hands to her ass and squeezed her cheeks each time she descended. She sped up and began lifting herself and then slamming down hard, grinding her mons into my public bone. I couldn't concentrate anymore, so I released her nipple and replaced my mouth with my hands. I pressed her full breasts together and began pinching both her nipples, rolling them between my thumb and forefinger. She began emitting a whimper that shuddered out of her with every thrust. I found something she liked. I began to thrust up hard to meet her. "So close, Mulder, oh, I'm so close. Keep doing that, keep pinching. Oh, you're so big, you feel sohoho good." One of my hands sank to her juncture and I wiped through her slick curls until I found her clitoris. I pinched it lightly between my fingers and began rolling it between them. The wail that ripped out of her was mind boggling. Good thing it was late and we were in the basement. I pulled her into me and laid my mouth over her to swallow her wail and the scream that followed as her walls began to convulse around me. She clamped down so hard I winced. She was so small. Her spasms slowed and she rocked her hips back and forth on me, still keening into my mouth. I shuddered. The little dart of pain when she squeezed me like a vice had halted my imminent orgasm. I certainly wasn't upset about that. Her sounds were bringing me back up quickly though. She finally collapsed against my chest. I wrapped my arms around her and stood on shaky legs. She grabbed my shoulders and held on as I stumbled two steps to the desk, plunking her down clumsily. She didn't seem to mind. Then I panicked when she said, "Pull out." "What?" "Pull out." Was this a cruel joke? But I did as she asked, wincing again as the cold air hit my inflamed cock. She slid off the desk and turned over, bending at the waist and laying her torso over the blotter and grabbing the back side of the desk. My elation returned. Even with the high heels on, she was stretching her legs to reach the ground. She didn't have much leverage but she didn't need any. I stepped up the plate, so to speak, grabbed her hips and slammed back into her, sighing at the renewed warmth and shuddering from it. I pressed deep. Then she uttered some more words that I'd only ever heard in my dreams. "Do it hard, Mulder." I went supersonic. I leaned over her, twining my fingers with hers and began pounding into her hard and fast. Her feet left the floor and I straightened up some, grabbing her hips as her knees bent up. She spread legs wide and she curled her ankles in to hook the top of her feet behind my thighs. She was so limber. With her legs spread like this, her hips tilted forward to raise her legs, I sank even deeper into her tunnel. We were having a mutual moaning contest now. I was surprised that she was so vocal, but I loved it. I was lost. I didn't care if anyone heard us at this point. Thus steadied, I leaned forward again, bracing one hand on the desk and slid the other under rib cage, up, and latched onto one of her nipples, rolling it again. She shrieked, "Oh Yeah! Squeeze it hard!" I began thrusting again, unable to process all the sensations at once. "Do it, Mulder, come inside me, come for me." My other hand went to her other breast and I balanced on my elbows, pinching her nipples roughly and slamming into her, resuming my frantic pace. She was so small, I could reach everything at once. It was fantastic. I bit my lip again, praying for endurance. I wanted to make her come again. As I slammed into her I began to swivel my hips just before impact with the soft cushion of her tiny derriere. This ground her crotch into the edge of the desk. I must have hit the spot because three thrusts later, she choked out, "Oh Lord! Mulder! I'm coming again! Come with me!" Her walls clamped down again. With this deeper penetration it didn't hurt this time and wasn't as violent. Her hundreds of tiny muscles vibrated along my shaft, massaging it. My balls coiled and it was my turn to shout as wave after wave of come surged up and out of my shaft. "Oh, Scully, Oh, Oh, I'm coming hard. OHGOD SCULLYYEAH." I thrust into her hard with every ejaculation, having no control. My body had taken over at this point. Apparently this was a happy accident as it kept pushing her clit into the desk and she kept spasming around my me as I emptied into her. As I finally collapsed on her back and reveled in the feeling of her fluttering aftershocks, I heard it for the first time. She whispered, "God help me, Mulder, I'm so in love you." I started to cry. I know, I'm a wuss. What can I say? Hearing her declaration made my chest squeeze together and tears choke up my throat. My nerves and emotions were raw in the post-coital state. I slowly withdrew from her, suppressing my tears. She stood up gingerly, kicking off her shoes and hopping up onto the desk blotter, now soaked with our combined juices. She held her arms out and I fell into them, burying my head in her shoulder and shaking as I cried silently, bathing her sweaty shoulder in salty tears. Her hands caressed my back, comforting me, soothing me. She murmured in my ear. "Shhh, its O.K. I should have told you before." I mumbled into her neck, "I love you so much, Scully, oh God, don't ever leave me." "Shhh, I won't. I'm here to stay." Her hands slid down to my ass, giving each cheek a firm squeeze. I squeaked in surprise and raised my head. She was grinning like a maniac. It broke my somber mood and I smiled and kissed her. I kissed her long, slow, hard, wet and deep until she groaned. She broke the kiss and sighed. "We have to get dressed." "Are you sure?" She giggled again. "I'm getting cold." I nodded and backed up. We retrieved our clothes and slowly got dressed, tucking in our rumpled clothes the best we could and running fingers through our hair. All this in silence. She caught my eye again and shook her head slightly. "What?" "I can't believe this just happened." I smiled at her. "Me neither." "I can't believe I just made love to my partner in the office, in my chair and on my desk." She seemed baffled. "You're not going to freak out on me now are you?" "No. I just can't believe I chose here to lose it." "Lose it?" "Lose control. I had my little fantasies but I always pictured us the first time being in my bed or on your couch." "On my couch, huh?" I waggled my eyebrows at her and she barked out a laugh. "I've created a monster, haven't I?" "You bet. The tiger is out of the cage now and there's no putting him back in." "Oh, I can think of a couple of places to put him back in." I groaned and rolled my eyes, putting the back of my hand to my forehead in a mock swoon. "You are trying to kill me." She laughed again. I got serious again. "No regrets?" "No regrets." I nodded. "You aren't worried?" "About what?" "The rules, the enemies, Skinner. I don't know." "You'd think I would be, wouldn't you?" "Yeah." "Are you?" "No." In a calm, even voice as though stating a curiosity, she said, "Surprisingly, I find that mind blowing sex has the peculiar effect of making you not give a damn." I hooted with laughter at this. I definitely liked 'doesn't give a damn, Scully.' She joined me and we looked around the office. She grabbed her folder and turned to me. "What say we go to my place, change into comfy clothes and have a talk in private." "You're on, Agent Scully." "And if you're really a good boy, I'll let you spend the night." She was flirting with me again! I loved it. I grinned at her. "How good do I have to be, Agent Scully?" "I don't know, Agent Mulder, I think I'll make it up as I go along." "I am in sooooo much trouble." She giggled and started walking to the door. I hurried after her, eagerly anticipating what was going to happen next. THE END.