Title: Leather Author: Sara E-mail: silk1...@aol.com Rating: NC-17 Category: MSR Spoilers: None Summary: Mulder sees a side of Scully he's only ever dreamed of. Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine. That honor belongs to Chris Carter, 1013 and FOX. ******************************** "No. Absolutely not. Not in a million years." Dana Scully's shocked voice startled her partner who raised his head to look over at her with an inquiring expression. Scully was holding the phone a slight distance from her ear and staring at it like it was an alien. After a moment, she put the phone back to her ear and sighed, obviously listening to someone rant on the other end, the expression of disbelief still on her beautiful face. After about three minutes of silence in which Scully simply murmured "uhmmm, yes," and an occasional "NO WAY!" she finally must have decided she'd had enough. "Listen, I said no and I meant no...that's the last thing I'm going to say. I'll talk to you later, but I have to go now..." she was obviously again cut off by the voice on the other end of the phone. Mulder hid a smile as he watched the "enigmatic" Dr. Scully try to stifle her rising temper, glad for once it wasn't aimed at him. "No, I can't talk any more, Mulder and I have a case we need to get working on, and he's getting impatient waiting for me..." She stopped mid sentence again and gasped, turning bright red, obviously at something the person had said. With a quick "No...way...in...hell!" she slammed the receiver down, then continued to stare at it. After a few moments, Mulder deduced she wasn't going to move, so he headed towards her. "Sounded pretty heated there Scully...anything you want to tell me?" He asked hesitantly. He wasn't sure what kind of mood she was in. When he received no response, he moved in closer, and when he was nearly face to face with her, waved a hand in front of her face. "Scully...Earth to Scully..." he intoned in a mellow voice. She jumped back quickly, nearly knocking over her chair in the process. "Mulder!" she sounded shocked, still looking not quite there. "Geez, sorry Scully, but you zoned out on me there...want to tell me what's going on?" She just looked at him for a moment, something in those deep, blue eyes he couldn't quite fathom. Suddenly, as if realizing he was reading much more into this, she backtracked, looking down to quickly gather her purse. "An old friend wanting me do him a favor." She said quickly, moving toward the door. She cut off his next question. "Mulder, leave it, okay, it was nothing." With a shrug, and a look that promised he would get back to this later, he followed her out the door. There was no way he was letting this drop. Added to the fact it had been a man that called her...he pushed that emotion down, knowing now was not the time. But he wasn't going to let it go that easily. He'd get it out of her, one way or another. ********************************************** Dana Scully threw her keys on the coffee table and collapsed with a sigh onto her couch. she thought to herself, rubbing her forehead to combat the slight ache that had formed and stayed with her since Chris's call that afternoon. And Mulder hadn't been any help either. Oh, he'd dropped the subject of that call all right. For about a half hour. Then he was back in inquisitor mode. He was driving her crazy. There was no way she was going to tell him about what Chris wanted her to do. No way in Hell...as she believed she'd put it. she blushed even thinking about it. And what scared her, was that she was thinking about it. Seriously. Even after telling Chris no. And what totally terrified her, was her reaction to his last comment, a reaction that had made her slam down the phone as if possessed. Not because she was worried about what Chris would think, it would merely be a favor for his latest "girlfriend." No, she'd been thinking of Mulder's reaction, should she actually do it. And it had made her hot. Very hot. she pulled herself up with a jerk, Yeah. Right. When Chris had left three messages, begging her to reconsider, on her machine. She knew he wouldn't give up until she said yes. He was one of the few friends she'd kept from med school, and he knew her well enough to know she would consider it. They'd done some wild things back then, things the staid, repressed, professional Dr. Scully would cringe at today. But never with each other. They'd always been friends, she'd never felt more for him than that. It was kind of nice to have one male as a friend with no pressure. But then again, she'd never had a best friend she loved. Truly, madly, deeply. Until Mulder. She'd loved him for quite a while, and she'd become quite adept at hiding it. She knew he cared for her, maybe even loved her. But the time had never been right. She didn't know if it ever would. But boy, did she want it to be after today's conversation with Chris. She settled deeper into the couch as she finally let herself replay that fateful conversation. ****************************** Chris's call had come out of the blue, catching her by surprise. She hadn't heard from him in several months, but being that he was working in Richmond, that wasn't surprising. They talked usually several times a year, but not often. That's why his offer, his "favor" really, had come as such a shock. "Dana...how's my favorite wild med school child?" He asked, his voice as breezy as ever, as if it hadn't been several months since their last conversation. "Fine...God, it's so good to hear from you...how are you doing?" She'd been surprised, glad to hear his voice, and grimacing at some of the memories it brought back from days long ago. "Not too bad, can't complain about the work, keeps me busy...and you? Still out there looking for little grey men?" He asked, humor in his voice. She bristled a little bit, as she did each time she was met with that familiar response from friend and foe alike, but quickly let it fade. Outsiders didn't understand them, and never would. She'd finally accepted that for the fact it was. "Yeah, still out there..." she said, letting the defensiveness out of her voice, wondering now why he'd called. "Well, I guess you're wondering why I called," he said she thought as he went on, "so, I'll come right to the point. My girlfriend Laura..." She cut him off. "Laura? What happened to Kara? And Dawn? Or was it Diana?" She asked wryly. Chris wasn't known to stay faithful to anyone for a long time. Part of the reason they'd never been more than friends. "Laura's the love of my life, the only one now," he said, "and well, I know this is kind of odd...but she's a photography student at the local college up here, and she's working on her final project..." she had a bad feeling she knew where this was headed. Chris went on. "And well, she's doing a study of leather, and motorcycles..." was the first thought that ran through Scully's head. "And she needs a model..." She cut him off this time. "No way in hell! Not a chance." She said, refusing to even let him finish. But he did anyways. "Awww, come on...she really needs a red head, to stand out against the leather, and I can't think of anyone more photogenic...need I remind you of that time when you posed for..." She cut him off again with another emphatic "No way!" She could feel Mulder's gaze on her now. She knew he was wondering whom she was talking to. She didn't want to go into it. Especially since she didn't really want to think of Mulder and black leather in one thought. At least not at the office. Then again...there was that ongoing fantasy of his desk... She pushed the thought away, already feeling a blush creep up her face. "Come on, you know somewhere inside that refined body is the wild child, wanting one last fling...she'll do a great job, and no one will know who you are. Because of the ... nature... of the project, only her teacher will she the finished photos to grade...no one else...I'll even give you the negatives...we'll be careful, no one will ever find out...." He rambled on, as Scully tried to follow what he was saying, uttering a few "uhhh's" at the appropriate places. Her mind was far gone already, picturing herself in black leather, straddling a Harley...Mulder watching with anticipation and lust in his gaze... She jerked herself out of that fantasy again, as she heard Chris's voice trail off with a "please Dana..." "No way," she replied again, "Mulder and I have a case we need to leave on, he's getting impatient waiting for me..." His reply made her gasp and nearly drop the phone. "Just think how "impatient" he could get seeing you in black leather, on a Harley, every man's fantasy at one time or another...you know, I'm sure he'd enjoy it almost as much as you would having him see you. Think about it...and remember I know you Dana Scully...and how you want to "know" your partner." She'd slammed the phone down, still immersed in the world he'd painted for her. Mulder. Black Leather. A Harley. Him watching her. Her slowly removing that black leather. Him ripping off the black leather. She almost moaned out loud. She was so far gone, she didn't even notice Mulder calling her. That's why his voice brought her back to reality in a hurry. "Scully...Earth to Scully..." he was waving a hand in front of her face. And standing almost on top of her. She jumped back, nearly yelling his name, automatically trying to gain back that personal space she needed. She almost knocked her chair over in the process. She couldn't be this close to him now. Not with these decadent thoughts running rampant in her mind. God, she'd probably jump him right there and then, damn the leather all together if he didn't move. Seeing he wasn't moving, she broke eye contact and reached for her purse. What had he said? Something about wanting to know whom it was on the phone. "An old friend wanting me to do him a favor." She replied curtly, heading for the door, not trusting herself so near her partner at the present time. She cut off the further questions she could see in his eyes, her sinking heart knowing, from the look in those hazel eyes, he wouldn't drop it for long. But even later was better. After she'd had time to cool down, to replace those thoughts of black leather and hot sex, with Mulder...with the tempered, normal, everyday affection she felt for her partner. Somehow, she didn't think that would be an easy task. **************************************** And it hadn't been. Here it was, nearly 1 AM in the morning and she was still dwelling on this. Seriously thinking about it. After the initial shock had worn off, she'd begun to remember how much she'd liked modeling back in med school. God, if her bosses, and Mulder, knew some of the things she'd done back then. To put it mildly, there was a reason Chris had called and asked her to be Laura's model. And she couldn't deny that deep down, she wanted to do it. Wanted to wear that black leather, straddle that Harley and ride for dear life. She wanted to indulge in those fantasies, revel in them. She wanted Mulder to be there to watch her every move. And maybe add some of his own as well. She was getting hot just thinking about it. She moaned at the images she'd evoked, then closed her eyes and forced herself to calm down, trying to relax, and put all thoughts but sleep out of her head. She shouldn't dwell on it, she wasn't going to do it. No way. Not a chance. ****************************************** She still couldn't believe she was actually going to do this. Chris and Laura were standing across the studio, involved in a deep conversation about something, while Scully stood there in her jeans and T-shirt, wondering, yet again, what she was doing. Chris smiled as he came over to give her a friendly hug. "I knew you'd do it Dana...and you're going to look so great on that Harley..." he smiled. She gulped. She looked at the huge, black bike sitting in the middle of the room. The shiny chrome fenders, the powerful looking handlebars, the black leather seat. She gulped again. "I still don't know why I'm doing this, if this got out, it could ruin my career..." she trailed off and took a deep breath. Laura, a tall blonde, came over and smiled slightly at Scully. "You're going to be perfect for this...your hair is just the right shade of red, it'll make a phenomenal contrast to all the black...and you're the perfect size for the bike..." she wandered across the room, murmuring to herself, adjusting something here and there. Scully looked back at Chris, who was watching Laura fondly. "You're really helping her out, she's gonna do so great on this project." Scully just looked at him. He smiled. "Gee Dana, I'm surprised you didn't bring Mulder along...now that would have added something..." She cut him off by punching his shoulder. Rather hard. "Ouch!" he said, then smiled again. "Okay, okay, if you want to deny those feelings, far be it from me to say anything." He avoided her next swing. Laura came back over and grabbed Scully's arm. "Okay let's get this show on the road." She led Scully over to a screen in the middle of the room, and pushed her down into a chair. "Okay, here we go...this is what you're wearing." She held out, what to Scully, looked like nothing more than a sheath of rubber. A very little sheath at that. Was her first thought. was the second. She'd come up to Richmond for the day, knowing what she was getting into, but now, not sure if she could do it. Much less wear that, that, thing. Laura smiled at her expression. "Don't worry, once you get it on and out there, you'll be fine. Chris told me about that shoot you did for one of your friends back in school...kind of similar to this...it'll all come back to you." Scully grimaced. "Yeah, but I was a different person back then, I did a lot of things I would, I am, horrified of now, that photo shoot was one of them." Laura looked at her. Scully felt like squirming, she hadn't thought of that experience in a long time. "I'll just leave you to get changed, just come out when you're ready," Laura said with another smile, heading off to set up her cameras. Scully looked at the black swath of leather again. Had she really done something like this years ago? She thought back with a grimace to her younger years, when they'd had fun posing for these pictures. She'd worn a hell of a lot less. They all had...of course, they'd been under a lot of pressure with all that studying...it was a great way to relieve stress. But that was then. This was now. But she did remember how much fun it had been. Risky. Daring. Sensuous. Sexy. Of course, in those days, there'd been no one to see her but her friends, people who weren't interested in her romantically. She'd loved the danger. The sensuousness. It was fun. So what was different this time? She sighed as she reached for the garment. Mulder. Mulder was the difference. For some reason, she found herself wondering what he would think of her, if he ever found out she'd posed for these pictures. She shuddered at the feelings those thoughts aroused, and slipped the leather over her body. After a few seconds of squirming, sure that there was no way her body would fit into the ridiculously tight garment, she managed to get it most of the way on. She went to pull up the zipper on the front, gasping as she felt the breath leave her body, from being squeezed so tight. She gasped for air for a moment, then sighed as she finally settled into the outfit. She wondered how she looked. She glanced down at herself, surprised to see how tiny her waist looked. And how big her breasts looked. She giggled, almost insanely at the thought that popped into her head. she tried to push thoughts of Mulder away, but found she couldn't. The leather was having an adverse affect on her. It was turning her on. She released the zipper a bit, allowing more cleavage to show, all the while, feeling a steady heat rising in her body. She was startled to hear Chris's voice call out to her, asking if she was ready. she thought, then sighed, She took a deep breath and stepped from behind the screen. Chris smiled and wolf whistled. Laura looked steadily at her, then smiled as well. "Perfect. Absolutely perfect. I knew this would work." she said, coming over to pull Scully toward the Harley. Scully sighed, and threw a glance over at Chris, who kept smiling. "Someday, you're going to owe me for this one friend," she said lightly. Chris just laughed. "Anything Dana, anything..." he laughed at her wry expression. Laura pushed Scully down onto the Harley. "Okay, just get comfortable, so it feels natural...." Laura said as she started to fluff Scully's hair, adjusting something on the motorcycle, then moving to look at the lighting angles. "Comfortable, as in how comfortable..." she said, not quite realizing her words till they were out. Laura smiled. "As comfortable as you want Dana, you'll know when it's right." With that she headed back over towards Chris, instructing him to move a light this way and that. Scully felt the cool leather and steel under her, and shivered at the feelings it evoked. The leather was slick, hard, and smooth. The steel was cold and unbending...and the leather against her body was slowly growing restricting. She settled herself more comfortably on the bike, surprised at how relaxed she was becoming. And aroused. God, she really wanted Mulder there. She really wanted Mulder. Period. She sighed, squirming around to ease the sudden tightness across her chest, as she felt her nipples harden. "That's it Dana," Laura's voice carried into Scully's thoughts. "Just feel comfortable, imagine your waiting for your lover..." she paused as Chris whispered something to her. Scully barely noticed. "Imagine it's Mulder watching you..." Laura's voice penetrated Scully's brain like a bullet. She gasped as suddenly, images of Mulder, actually watching her, seeing her, flooded her brain. Oh God. She couldn't handle this. Yes, she could. This might be as close to her fantasies as she'd ever get. Why not live a little? With that thought, all rationality disappeared. Suddenly, it was Mulder, and he was right there with her, staring at her as if he'd eat her whole. She moaned slightly as she felt her body grow warm. She eased the zipper on the front of her outfit down a bit, her only goal to keep Mulder's eyes focused on her slowly revealed breasts. She gasped as she saw the flame of desire in his eyes. She moaned again, writhing now on the hard seat of the motorcycle, stretching her legs out over the handle bars, trying to assume the most seductive pose she could achieve. All for Mulder. To make him crazy with desire. For her. She never noticed the camera clicking away, or heard the soft comments Chris and Laura made to each other. She was too into her own private fantasy. Mulder kept getting closer, but not close enough. She struck an even more seductive pose, so that her breasts nearly fell straight out of the constricting leather. She wanted it off...she wanted Mulder on her. She wanted Mulder on that bike with her, naked, with her, writhing against her. She was so immersed in that picture, she didn't hear Chris calling her name. In the end, it was the slight touch on her shoulder that brought her back to consciousness. Chris and Laura were smiling, and Laura looked extremely happy. Scully tried to get her wits about her, looking down and gasping to see her breasts all but exposed and the leather outfit twisted every which way around her body. Her still very hot body. "Wow..." was all Laura said, as she turned off several lights, "If those aren't the hottest pictures I've ever taken, I'll never take pictures again...thanks Dana, that was incredible." Chris laughed and looked at Scully. "What?" She said, somewhat self-conscious now. The initial flush of desire was subsiding slightly. "If you ever want to leave your career, I'll make you a top model, if you look as good on film as you do here." "No way..." Scully said, smiling slightly, "I think this is about as risky as this Special Agent is going to get." "Suit yourself, but you're good Dana, really good..." Chris smiled as Scully headed back to the screen to change back into her jeans and T- shirt. She was surprised at the reluctance she felt to taking off the black leather. Somehow, it seemed to want to stay on, and she didn't want to take it off. She started to pull one arm out of the suit when she heard Laura's voice from the other side of the room. "Dana, if you want, you can keep the outfit, it's the least we can do to thank you for all your help." Chris chimed in. "Yeah Dana, who knows when you'll have an opportunity to show Mulder all that black leather." He ducked to avoid the shoe that came flying at him from behind the screen, and then laughed. Scully thought for a moment, then, with a wicked smile, pulled her jeans and T-shirt over the leather outfit. It was so skintight, it felt like a second skin. Besides, there was something to the thought of walking around, knowing what was underneath. she thought, then pushed it away. She was feeling liberated now, and decided to just go with it. She came out from behind the screen and cleared her throat as she watched the other two in the room break the embrace they were immersed in. For a moment, Scully felt wistful. Chris and Laura looked so happy. She wished Mulder and her were like that. Chris suddenly looked up and smiled at her, starting to say something, but she cut him off before he could continue. "Not one word, not one," she threatened as she headed towards them. ********** The End (Part 1) After getting things back to normal, Chris and Scully cooked dinner while Laura developed the pictures. She had her own darkroom and was so excited to see how they'd turned out, she couldn't wait. Scully had to admit, she was pretty excited too. Through the whole shoot, she hadn't seen herself, there was not one mirror in the place. She wanted to know what she'd looked like. She was almost afraid to find out. About an hour later, Laura emerged with a handful of photos. She carried them over to the table, and hung each one up, so the light shone straight onto them. She smiled proudly... "What did I tell you...phenomenal...I can't believe how seductive you look..." she trailed off as Chris came over and hugged her, telling her what wonderful work she'd done. Scully simply stared at the pictures. She couldn't believe it was. The expression on that woman's face was one of pure, unbridled sensuality. The black leather clung to her body like a second skin, and she could see her cleavage showing prominently. The ways she was straddling the Harley, the lines of her body...the sensual expression on her face. She looked desirable. She looked desired. She looked like she was ready to be taken by a man. By Mulder. She felt her mouth go dry, as the leather she still had on rubbed against her body again. She was extremely turned on by the photos. She grimaced slightly, wondering if this was why Mulder enjoyed porn so much. Then she realized, she was wondering what he'd think if he saw these pictures. She shuddered, then pulled her gaze away. "Okay, okay, I agree, you did wonderful work...but I swear, if these get out..." Chris and Laura assured her they wouldn't. "I'll give you these copies and the negatives as well, I've already made another set that are still developing...trust me..." Laura said earnestly. Scully sighed. It was too late to go back now. "Okay," She smiled wryly.."I'm holding you to that." After a few more comments on Laura's work, the three sat down to dinner. Finally, Scully looked at her watch and realized it was 11:21. At this rate, she wouldn't get home till at least two in the morning. "I've gotta go guys, fun as this has been, I need to get home." She rose from the table and the other two followed. "Wait a moment," Laura quickly said, as she ran into the other room. She returned a moment later with a large manila envelope. "Almost forgot, here's your copies, and the negatives...just in case." Scully grabbed the envelope and smiled. Chris and Laura walked her to the door. "Thanks so much Dana, you were wonderful, and these will go no further than Chris, my teacher, and me." Scully smiled at the blonde, then turned to give Chris a hug. She pulled back and smiled at him. "Hope you're satisfied now..." she said with a grin. He grinned back. "It was great seeing you again Dana, keep in touch, we'll do lunch sometime." She smiled at them both, then headed out the door. As she climbed into her car, she felt the leather against her skin, and shivered at the erotic feeling. She sighed as she started the engine and headed back towards D.C. Her fantasies must remain unrealized, there was no way she was going to risk jeopardizing her relationship with Mulder because of a few wanton feelings... she asked herself...then sighed, and peeled out onto the street. ********************************************************** Where the hell was she? Mulder was pacing her apartment like a caged dog. She'd been gone all day. And she hadn't mentioned she was going anywhere. Now granted, it was the weekend, and she was entitled to go off on her own. But Mulder didn't like it. Not one bit. Ever since he'd nearly lost her, he'd been even more reluctant to let her out of his sight. He knew it was foolish, stupid, and annoyed the hell out of her. But he couldn't help it. He loved her. He wanted to be with her all the time. Hell, he just plain wanted her like he had no other. And he didn't like the feeling he was having that wherever she was, she was with the "old friend" she'd mentioned the other day in the office. A "Him" to be precise. but somehow, he knew she was with this 'friend." He sighed and settled down onto her couch, determined to wait until she got home. He knew she'd probably be upset to walk in and see him here, but she'd get over it, maybe then she'd tell him where she'd been. And with whom. He sighed, and told his body to calm down as he tried to relax. Before long, he drifted off into sleep. ************************************************************ Scully felt a presence in her apartment the moment she opened the door. She didn't know how she knew, she just did. She reached for the gun at her waist, and closed the door softly. She wasn't taking any chances. Most times this intuition had served her right. She crept around the front hallway, and peered into the living room. Black. Utter and total black. She shivered, still sensing someone was there. She inched across the room, trying not to make a sound. The low voice nearly made her pull the trigger, so shocked was she buy it. "Where the hell have you been?" Mulder growled from his reclining position on the couch. "Mulder?" she asked, telling her heart to slow down, as she sheathed the gun again, feeling a surge of heat as she felt the leather brush against her under her clothes. Mulder was here. In her apartment. Now. And she was wearing black leather. She shuddered, trying to push the desire down, and summon up some of the anger she knew she should be feeling at his question. "What the hell are you doing here? Do you know what time it is?" she thought the outrage carried off quite well. As long as it hid the desire. "Yeah, I do. So Agent Scully...where were you?" his voice sounded lethal. "What's it to you?" she replied, still focusing on keeping the desire at bay. "Were you with him?" the voice grew even quieter. "Who?" She asked, confused now. "Him, the 'friend' you told me about on the phone the other day...were you with him...and if so, what were you doing with him..." he hadn't moved, but his voice...oh his voice... Scully tried to summon up some anger, she really did, but that voice was having too much of an affect on her already sensitized nerves. "I was visiting Chris, we hadn't seen each other for a while, he wanted me to meet his new girlfriend and help her out with something..." she knew she'd said too much from the expression on his face. Suddenly, she felt his gaze lower. She looked down and saw the big manila envelope in her hands. "What's in the envelope, Scully?" he asked, in that same deadly voice. She hoped he couldn't see her face lose its color. "Nothing Mulder, just some pictures I was having developed for my mom...nothing you'd be interested in...and you still haven't answered my question, why are you here?" She hoped he'd take her change of subject, but she knew from the expression in his eyes, he wouldn't. She should have felt fear. She didn't. She felt the desire coming back, full force, added to only by the rubbing of the leather against her bare breasts and between her legs. Mulder continued to stare at the envelope. Then he raised his eyes to hers. She was caught in those hazel depths. "What's in the envelope, Scully..." he asked, this time, rising from the couch and heading towards her. She couldn't move. Each move made the leather rub against her even more, and by now, she knew if he came anywhere near her, she'd damn the consequences and jump him right then and there. So involved in fighting her feelings as he neared was she, she didn't notice when he slipped the envelope from her unresisting hand. She was so lost in her own lustful thoughts, and how to control them, she didn't hear him open the flap and pull out the pictures. Her first clue was his uttered "JESUS!" She came back to herself immediately, only then becoming aware of Mulder, staring at the pictures with a stunned look on his face. "Mulder..." suddenly, she was feeling a bit queasy. "Dear God in heaven Scully...." his voice was so raspy now, and when he lifted his eyes to hers, she could see the lust and desire running rampant through them. She didn't know what to say. What could she say? She'd wondered what he would think of them. Now, it looked like she was going to find out. "Mulder?" she asked hesitantly. He just looked at her for a moment. "Did you pose for HIM...did HE take these pictures..." his voice was deadly again. Now, she was feeling the desire, and some anger. "Actually, they were for his girlfriend's photography final project, I was simply the model," she said wondering what he'd do now. Mulder looked down at the photographs again. "What kind of 'friend' was he Scully, that you'd do this..pose like this...Jesus..." he uttered again. "One from med school...we go way back, in my wilder days, we did some crazy things with our group of friends...this was just sort of, and extension, I guess..." she trailed off as Mulder put the pictures carefully down on the table, then moved towards her. She unconsciously started backing away, getting closer and closer to the wall as he advanced. "Mulder?" She asked, hesitating again. She couldn't quite read his mood. But she could read the desire, the lust, in his steady gaze. Those eyes were burning now. For her. He backed her up against the wall, refusing to let any inch of their body's touch, but so close, she could feel his breath in her face. "What were you thinking of when you posed for him...what could have made you look so, so damn fuckable...so hot..." his words trailed across her face as soft puffs of breath. She could feel the leather rubbing against her tightening nipples. God she was aroused. "Mulder..." she barely managed to get the words out...he cut her off. "Who were you thinking of...who made you feel like that...was it him..." his eyes bore down into hers, demanding an answer. She couldn't tell if he was mad, or simply crazed with lust. She wasn't sure she cared at this point. But she couldn't keep the truth from him, not any more. "You...I was thinking of you..." she managed to get out before he smiled ferally, and crushed his lips to hers, pressing her body back into the wall as he let all his weight finally press against her. She moaned and opened her mouth to his probing tongue, amazed at the power she felt coming from him. Her own thoughts were lost as his tongue stroked inside her mouth, drawing her own tongue into his. Meanwhile, his hands were running over her body, up and down her sides, until finally, they closed over her straining breasts. She cried out against his mouth as she felt him stroking her nipples, while his hard cock ground against her, over and over. Her own hands weren't idle either. They were running up and down his back, finally reaching to pull him closer, pull his hips even harder against hers. She gasped again as she felt Mulder pull her shirt over her head...then gasped as he pulled back with another stunned expression. She looked down at the black leather, and the zipper that somehow, had come undone almost to her waist. "Oh God..." he moaned as he reached for the button on her jeans, pushing them frantically down her legs, wanting to see the whole outfit. She gladly helped him. She was feeling a sense of power now. She pushed him away and struck a pose against the wall. She didn't know what had possessed her, but there was no going back now. And if the expression in Mulder's eyes was any give away, he felt the same. "What do you think Mulder...do I do the pictures...justice...." she breathed in a sultry voice, loving the noticeable bulge growing in his own tight jeans. "Oh, the pictures can't compare to the real thing," he ground out, moving back towards her. She put out her hand to stop him, not quite ready to have him touch her again. She wasn't quite ready to lose all control yet. She liked this feeling of power. "So Fox..." she drew out his first name, noticing this time, he didn't wince, if anything, his eyes grew darker... "tell me, do you like black leather on a red head...you know, some people just think it doesn't go, or look right, and many can't wear it...but you know, I can, and I like it..." she drew the words out, loving the feeling of power she had, "leather's so...erotic, so arousing, as I was driving home, I could feel it rubbing against my bare skin, and God, if I didn't want to drive straight to your place and have you take it off me...inch by inch..." she went on, still keeping him at bay. "You know, you asked who I was thinking of while I was posing...don't you know...don't you know it's only you that could make me so hot...all I could imagine was you, next to me, riding me, not that damn Harley, ripping the leather from my body, thrusting into me...only you Mulder...I really wished you'd been there." She trailed off with a gasp as with a strangled groan, Mulder crushed her up against the wall again. His lips devoured hers, as his hands pulled the zipper all the way down and slipped the suit off her shoulders. She gasped as the cold air hit her newly exposed breasts. The coldness was quickly replaced by the searing heat of Mulder's mouth. She cried out as he sucked one nipple deep into his mouth, circling the other with one hand. His other hand was reaching down to push the rest of the leather off her body...hindered by the fact that now, she was trying frantically to get him out of his clothes. She gasped as she felt the cool air hit her now completely naked body. She groaned as Mulder ripped off his own shirt and threw it to the floor, his hands never leaving her body. She frantically grabbed at the button on his jeans, and he pushed her away long enough to undo and unzip them, and then with a quick kick of his feet...they were both naked. Mulder simply looked at her now nude body. She was stunned to realize she didn't feel a bit self-conscious. That was a true first. "God, you're beautiful" he ground out, as he pulled her back into his arms. "So are you..." she managed before he took her mouth again. He pushed her back against the wall, both too desperate to even think about making it to the bedroom. "Mulder...now...I want you in me now..." she ground out, too desperate to wait any longer. "Yes Scully..." he managed as he lifted her slightly, and with one quick movement, thrust deep and hard into her waiting body. They both cried out at the exquisite feeling of being inside each other, finally. Scully couldn't believe how right it felt to have him buried deep inside of her. Now, she wanted him to move. Mulder was thinking the same thing. She felt exquisite, so tight and hot and wet...he began to move, slowly at first, wanting to savor the feeling, savor her gasps and low moans. Her next words spurred him on however. "Faster Mulder, oh God...please, faster, harder...deeper Mulder..." she was moving frantically against him, and he began to slam into her, neither caring about the hard wall behind them. Scully wrapped her legs around Mulder and thrust herself harder against him. She could feel her climax building, she was almost there..if he'd just move a little harder...to that one spot... "MULDER!" she screamed as his next thrust hit that exact spot. He thrust harder, slamming into her at that same angle over and over... "Mulder..." she cried out again..."I'm going to ome...Mulder...please...with me..." she felt the waves break over her, and let out another scream as her climax hit her like a tidal wave. She felt Mulder go over the edge with her at the same time, heard his own heavy groan as he emptied himself into her. Finally, as they both started to come down from the wonderful high they'd experienced, Mulder gently withdrew from her and picked her up in his arms, carrying her into the bedroom. He placed her gently onto the bed, then climbed in next to her, spooning himself around her tightly. She sighed and snuggled back against him, too content to think about what had just happened. "Scully..." his voice was soft against her ear... "Yeah..." she managed, trying to fight off sleep. "I love you, you know that, don't you?" He asked, stroking her hair gently. She gathered up the strength to roll over and kiss him lightly on the lips. "Of course I do, I love you too...do you think I'd have told you this, let you see those pictures, if I didn't?" "Well," he smiled slightly, "I don't think I gave you too much of a choice..." She giggled and snuggled down closer to him. "S'okay Mulder," she managed as sleep finally claimed her totally satiated body, "you never do..." "Scully." "Yes Mulder?" "You know, I really like you in black leather, but I like you even better out of it." A small giggle from Scully. "Wait'll you see me ride a Harley Mulder...." With that, they both fell into a restful sleep, content and happy for the first time in a long time. ******************************************************** The End (Feedback craved! silk1...@aol.com)