Title: More than the Millenium Author: Nikki Le Fevre (WhiteRaevyn) E-Mail: nlefevre@gladstone.uoregon.edu Rating: NC-17 for sexual situations, and perhaps a bit of language. Classification: M/S SR, definitely RST. Spoilers: "Millenium", FTF (movie). Keywords: Mulder/Scully Romance, MSR, RST. Summary: Whatever happened *after* the Dynamic Duo walked out of that hospital waiting room? Short fluff piece. :) No plot! Tried DESPERATELY to keep them in character! Discliamer: Mulder and Scully, alas, do not belong to me, but to Chris Carter and 1013 Productions, and maybe the Fox Network too ... although they don't deserve them. I'll return them in one piece I promise ... and definitely a bit happier. Yep, 'dis be S.M.U.T., baby, so all of y'all who ain't up for it or ain't old enough better turn back now. And now that I have *completely* defamed myself grammatically, on with the show... xxxxxxxxxxxxx Later Scully would recall watching the mechanized, over-glitzed ball drop from its lofty post on yet another "New Year's Rockin' Eve." She would think of the sudden waft of movement-oriented air she had felt briskly on her cheek before a pair of hesitantly tentative lips descened upon hers; a pair of the fullest, softest lips she had ever encountered. Leave it to him to pick such a moment to make his first move. It was so ubiquitously Mulder: choose a circumstance in which he could get away with murder, yet failsafely blame it on the setting. This also paralleled, she realized, most of his innuendos. She would remember the surprising abondon with which she would give herself over to her partner ... it seemed only natural for them to be kissing. Granted, it was what the event called for, a chaste touching of the lips, which was what it merely could be construed to have been. But Scully would remember feeling so very much more. Feeling so much electricity than there should have been in such an innocent gesture, so much pent-up emotion. She would realize it to be the first small chip out of a six year emtional wall that had so long ago been built between them. The ensuing reparte immediately following should have also been of note: a small moment of bliss followed by an obvious uncomfortable uncertainty. Yet along with this there was a relief between them, a small relaxation at the tiny bit of air which had been let out of an over-inflated balloon. Scully would realize all of these facts later in the evening, or, should it be said, earlier in the morning, with her infinitely detail-oriented, FBI trained mind. Warm and safe she was as she recalled these things, resting comfortably nude and drowsy, with Mulder, in his hotel bed. --------------- New Year's (Rockin') Day 12:33 A.M. Mulder pulled their rental car in to the hotel parking lot and stopped in the space in front of their pair of rooms. He rested his uninjured arm on the steering wheel and closed his eyes for a moment before turning to look at his partner. Scully's head was back against the rest, eyes closed, a look of serene, sleepy calm was her countenance, Mulder noted, one that was rare in his partner. Even though the car had stopped, she had yet to make a move to exit. Scully was not asleep, he realized, but simply relaxing a bit after an odd and unusually turbulent case. With a finger, he tentatively reached out and touched one of her hands, both of which were resting in her lap. "Scully," he said, softly. She inhaled and then licked her lips. "Mmm?" "Something wrong?" She sighed, opened her eyes, and sat up. "No," yawning, "why?" He shrugged. "No reason, really. You just didn't get out right away." She looked at him as a corner of her mouth turned up. "Neither did you." He smiled a bit as well. "Yeah." He then turned away to gaze out of the window. A look of concern flickered across Scully's features, and she tried unsuccessfully for a moment to catch his gaze. Reaching out, she gently took Mulder's hand, being careful as it was on the wounded arm. "Hey," she murmured, "Everything okay?" She noticed that he was chewing on his thumbnail as he replied: "Yeah, just thinkin'." *Oral fixation*, her limited Academy psych training barked out, and she thought of the sunflower seed shells which crunched most annoyingly underfoot in their office. Scully moved her thumb back and forth along one of his fingers. "Want to talk about it?" Mulder slowly turned to look back at her, and squeezed her hand as best he could. He ran a hand through his hair, and didn't answer for a few seconds. Scully knew that although his mind was sharp, he often carefully formulated what he was going to say, when the situation was important to him. She took this as one of those times. He cleared his throat: "Scully, we can't just ignore this anymore." She swallowed hard and looked down, passing her hand along the buttons of her trenchcoat. "Ignore what," she inquired, knowing full well of what he was speaking. He reached out and, with an index finger tucked underneath her chin, gently raised her face so that she was looking in his eyes. "Am I wrong in assuming that what happened back in that hospital was not merely a New Year's kiss?" She still managed to avert her gaze once more without pulling her face away from his tender grasp. "I think you'd be right in assuming that," she said, sotto voce. Mulder's fingers slid of their own voalition, from her chin, to cup the side of her face. The many hospital stays, the late-night phone conversations, what had almost happened in his apartment hallway a couple of months ago; all of these incidents went flashing through his mind as he phrased his next question: "So where do we go from here?" Scully looked up at him once more and locked her gaze with his. "I'm not sure, Mulder," she replied, honestly. She saw a look of understanding cross his face, not dampening in the least the intensity of his expression. His fingertips had begun a rhythmic stroking at the hairline behind her ear. She continued: "What do you see?" He inched his face impossibly closer to hers. She could feel the breath almost immediately after it left his nostrils, and it softly caressed her face. "I see," he stated, "the same thing in your eyes right now that I recognized in myself, a long time ago." Scully smiled. She had always known, somewhere in the back of her mind, but it was sublime to have it confirmed, once and for all. She then felt his thumb drift slowly across her cheek to her lower lip, where it stroked languidly. Her eyes fluttered shut. Pursing her lips, she touched her tounge to it fleetingly before kissing it very softly. Mulder felt briefly the petal silk and slight moist heat of her mouth. He exhaled her name: "Scully." She spoke: "We need each other," she leaned forward, closing the gap between them so that their lips were almost touching, before she went on: "We have for so long." Scully inhaled through her nose, catching fullly the mixture of skin and soap and other elements which combined to make that scent of his which she knew so well. "Mmmhmm," Mulder breathed as he acquiesced, "too long." His lips remained parted slightly. It could not be said who made the final movement as lips met for the second time in a new frontier. Chaste at first, the kiss quickly became more intimate as Scully's lips parted and Mulder's tounge entered. A murmur of approval emerged from her throat as she pushed back the middle armrest between their two seats, and slid herself closer to him. She wrapped her arm around him, cupping the back of his head. A warmth began to flow through her: a delicious, thick warmth that ebbed and recinded playfully before coming to rest in her most sensitive areas. Tounges entwined passionately; they explored each other fully. It was slow and tender and teeth-scraping and really everything a good kiss should be -- so much that when it ended, they were both a little out of breath. Scully licked her now well-used lips. "Mulder," she panted, not really able to describe what had just transpired. He nodded in a similar lack of eloquence. He then leaned forward and touched his mouth to hers once more before reaching for the door handle and exiting the car. Scully sat there, still reeling a little from the tumult within herself, and also not quite sure what was going on. She looked up at Mulder. He jerked his head toward the building. "You coming along?" The merest smile graced her face as she opened her door, then gave him a fiery, naughty look that could have melted steel. It certainly did a number on the already aroused, long-neglected parts of Mulder's anatomy. They walked forward to the hotel building, and Mulder pulled out his key. Scully did the same. "See you inside," she stated as she slipped it into the lock, turning it with a click. "Sure thing," Mulder replied, already inside his room. Scully tossed her key onto the nighttable next to her bed, and shrugged out of her trenchcoat. She undressed quickly, tossing her discarded items onto the comforter. Leaving only her white satin panties on, she walked over to her suitcase and pulled out a white t-shirt, forgoeing her usual silk pajamas. She slipped it over her head and then noticed how enticingly her nipples were puckered beneath it, partially due to the chill in the room, and partially due to the rather interesting situation she had just been in. She then caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror which faced the bed. Smoothing the t-shirt down and over her hips, she found herself wondering, *What am I doing?* Before she could think rationally her subconscious popped forward momentarily with: *What is right; what is natural. What both of you have wanted for quite awhile,* before it receded into the background once more. Scully cocked her head and pondered the suddenness of this thought for a second before she was interrupted by a sudden sound. She looked to the right from where it ensued and saw the door which joined her room with Mulder's swing open halfway. She turned to face it, expecting his lanky form to appear any second. But it did not. Puzzled, Scully walked over to the doorway. She stood in front of it and looked in, but saw no one. "Mulder?" She then pushed the door open a little bit more and walked around it and through, repeating his name: "Mulder?" Scully did not get more than a few steps into his room before she felt a sudden rush of air and a warm body sidle up behind her. It reached around an wrapped its arms around her, pulling her against it and squeezing gently. Her hands laid themselves atop the forearms around her middle and caressed them. *He was behind the door,* she thought, surreptitiously. Scully caught the sensation of his mouth pressing itself upon the crown of her head. "Hey G-Woman," Mulder murmured into her hair. She leaned back into his torso and smiled. "Hey." He then kissed the top of her head, suddenly beginning a slow, arduous trail to the side down her neck. Scully's eyes slid shut and she marveled at the tingling sensations his lips left upon her skin in their wake. Her breathing became deeper and shuddering as he contunued, and a newer tingling began to prickle at the apex of her thighs. Mulder paused briefly at the curve of flesh and muscle where neck met shoulder, before dipping his head once more, licking and gently nipping the skin there. His hands had set up a slow stroking across her abdomen and lower torso. His fingers slid sensuously over her soft cotton shirt, their tips stopping just maddeningly short of both her pantyline and the swells of her breasts. No longer able to remain slient at his onslaught, Scully let out a low moan of pleasure. She sought the hands which roved about her middle and rested her own atop them, grasping them firmly and turning to face him. She raised an eyebrow in approval at the sight of an underwear-clad-only Mulder. He had removed the arm-sling along with his clothes, so all that remained was the stark white of the bandage at his forearm. The lean, slight sinew of his musculature cast artful shadows upon his flesh in the low light. His hair was charicteristically disheveled and his eyes somewhat glazed. That full, Mulder-lower-lip pouted endearingly, and his arousal-tented boxers rode undeniably low on his hips. Scully licked her lips at the delicious apertif. Releasing his hands, she hooked her thumbs in the elastic of her panties, which, by now, were moist with desire. "You know," Scully began as she slowly slid the material down her hips, "I find nothing sexier than the look in a man's eyes when I have his undivided attention." Mulder's eyes followed the same trail as the panties. "You mean sexually?" he croaked. "Anytime," she replied, kicking the satin away from her. She then noticed Mulder mimicking her actions, slipping his underwear down his body, pausing only once to gaze at the bareness where her panties had been, before he, too, discarded his boxers. His erection was at full attention now, and it was Scully's turn to drink in her fill of what she had only seen before in her dreams. She tore her gaze away long enough to grasp her shirt and pull it up and over her head, then tossed it behind her. She then took Mulder's hands once more and guided one up, until it cupped the forgiving flesh of her breast, and the other she moved down, until it cupped the softness of her femininity. A soft, breathy moan of desire escaped his lips as his brows knit together ever so slightly. He began to knead gently her breast, running his thumb across her tightening nipple. The middle finger of the other hand had begun to rub, working its way through the nest of tight, red curls between her thighs, to seek out her moist inner depths. Mulder leaned forward and kissed her hard, using his tounge and both hands all in the same cadence. Scully's senses spun out of control. Every movement from Mulder sent an overwhelming erotic pulse throughout her body. When his middle finger finally decided to reach the slick, hard nub within her folds, she cried out in pleasure against his mouth and felt her knees began to give slightly. Seeking some sort of retaliatory gesture, she reached forward and, with an index finger, traced up along the ridge underneath his erection. All at once he broke their kiss and gasped, his hands stopping their movements. Scully's hips arched forward of their own voalition; they sought out a continuation of the pleasure which had so abruptly ceased. This movement caused Mulder's finger to slide father back against her, so much so that it slipped inside of her. She growled in approval at this new sensation. "Aahh, Mulder!" Simoultaneously she grasped his cock fully, sliding her palm up and down the shaft. Mulder moaned her name as well, as his hips gave a couple of small jerks in time to her motions. He began to shuffle forward towards the bed, pushing Scully back; his finger moved in slow circles inside of her hot center, while the other hand slid to the small of her back. Scully felt the pressure of the bed at the back of her legs. Mulder then frustratingly broke their contact and crawled onto it. He sat up and leaned back against the headboard. "Come sit on Santa's lap, baby." Scully arched the perfunctory eyebrow at him, then joined him on the bed and straddled his thighs. Once more she boldly grasped the throbbing erection in front of her and leaned forward, her face right up near his. "But I've been naughty," she purred, jerking her hand up and down. Mulder bit his lip and his hands flew down to hold her waist. "Ahh ..God ... that's not a bad thing," he replied haltingly, then kissed her briefly once more. Scully sat up on her knees and inched forward, angling and nestling the tip of his cock between the moist lips of her labia. They both gasped at the contact and Scully rocked back and forth gently, so the head rubbed precisely the little bundle of nerves that craved the most attention. Mulder reached out and molded her breasts to his hands, squeezing them a bit harder than before, and pinching her rock-taut nipples softly. Scully's heart pounded in her chest; the sexual elatement that resided within her was that of the likes a high-school virgin. She needed fullfillment. Soon. "Mulder," she whispered throatily, then louder as she paused her now-swift movement: "I need you inside me." His eyes dragged open. "Now." He wondered just what in blue-flaming hell she was waiting for until he met her gaze. Those azure eyes, God help him, were unsure. She was poised to take them both over the brink of a new emotional realm, and she still had lingering doubts. Mulder's hands left Scully's breasts and slid up to her face where they held, firm. "Scully, it's okay." His fingers settled father back, in her auburn hair. "We love each other, right?" Scully smiled, tentatively, at the way he had chosen to tell her. Her eye contact with him did not waver. "Yes," she sighed, running her hands down his forearms, "We do." He returned her smile, overjoyed that she had acquiesced, and slipped his palms down to her hips. "Then," he replied, applying a gentle downward pressure, "That's all that matters. I need you in every way .. need to be one with you." Scully followed through with Mulder's initiative gesture and sank down slowly, taking him inside of her. Her abdomen tightened in glorious excitement as she felt him fill her completely, stretching her to the hilt. Mulder's whole body tensed in anticipation as he was treated to the most erotic thing he had ever witnessed: his body, inch by inch, disappearing into that of his soulmate's. She had let gravity finish the job, settling down resolutely onto his hips. Her neck arched back as she inhaled deeply, for a moment simply enjoying the sensation of being joined with her love. Scully wiggled her hips a little, making sure everything was juxtaposing fully instead of jamming. It was then that she slowly raised herself up, up off of Mulder's hips, until only the tip of his cock remained inside her. Then, with a quick thrust, she impaled herself again, causing them both to cry out in sheer pleasure. It was in this way that she set her speed: slow on the out and fast on the in. Mulder simply abandoned himself to her, not sure where this primal sexual creature had emerged from, but quite glad he had uncovered her. She was so wet and slick and tight! He was so turned on that he grabbed onto her ass and did his best to keep in time on his own end, while also trying not to come too soon. Angling her hips forward, Scully silently thanked her medical training as she located precisely the area of her G-spot, and managed to hit it with Mulder's erection every time it thrust inside. This sent a new level of intense sexual waves coursing through her, and she suddenly felt a powerful climax approaching. "Oh ... Mulder ... I'm gonna ... mmm ... yeah ..." Mulder recognized the signs of a woman poised on the edge of oblivion and sat up quickly, keeping her in his lap. He spread her legs wide and began to pump into her hard. With one hand he supported her back and with the other, sought out her clit and caressed it with firm pressure. Scully gasped and yelled his name, her mind and body overloaded with this new barrage of sensations. All at once her orgasm hit her, sending her whole form into wave after wave of the most wonderful climactic contractions she had ever experienced. It was like pure liquid fire coursing through her pelvis, making her wrap her arms around Mulder's neck for fear of losing herself totally. Mulder managed to marvel briefly at how utterly beautiful she was when she came: the way she was totally surrendered to the moment. But then his own orgasm crashed into him and he thrust chaotically and deeply into her, filling her with his thick liquid. It seemed as if he were coming for hours and hours and that it was never going to end and when it finally did, he slid back down into a more prone position, his arms wrapped tightly around Scully. She lay on top of him for awhile, motionless and catching her breath .. simply because she was physically unable to do much else. When she finally did slide her sweat-slicked body up a bit -- making him slip out of her -- it was only to rest her head under his chin. Scully wrapped her arms around and under him, squeezing tight and snuggling in. Mulder relaxed looked down at the beautiful woman in his arms. He was completely comfortable in her presence, even post-coitally. As he smoothed a bit of dampened hair out of her face he realized just how damn lucky he was. He kissed the top of her head. "You awake?" She sighed. "Mmm." "You're everything to me." He paused, finding it difficult to come up with a phrasiology to define it. "You ... you complete me." "Mulder," she smiled and lightly kissed his neck. "I love you too." ------------- END Nikki Le Fevre (WhiteRaevyn) -- December, 1999. nlefevre@gladstone.uoregon.edu Flames will be used to roast chestnuts over an open fire! :)