TITLE: NEW YEAR'S RESOLUTION AUTHOR: DONNILEE E-MAIL: DONNILEE@SNET.NET CATEGORY: MSR RATING: NC-17 SPOILERS: Little ones for Duane Barry, Orison, and Milagro SUMMARY: Mulder helped Scully save face. Then they sucked face. Now they have to deal with the morning after. Sequel to "N is for New Year's Eve." DEDICATION: Hmmm, let's see. Again, I got quite a few requests, but the most recent voices were Ansa and Alison. So girls, this one's for you. ? PART 1 (NC-17) FOX MULDER'S APARTMENT ARLINGTON, VA JANUARY 1, 2001 MONDAY - 8:00 AM I woke to the sound of the shower running. I had a flash of panic until I realized that I wasn't in my own bed. I burrowed into the sheets, inhaling deeply and smelling the unique fragrance of sex. At least, it was unique to me, it had been so long. Mulder claimed it had been a long time for him too. Five years. I never would have guessed. I rolled over and stretched my hand out to his side of the bed. The sheets were still warm, and my ruffling hand stirred up a faint scent of cologne and that smell that was just, Mulder. Still warm, that meant he couldn't have been up for long. I slid out of bed, feeling rather sticky and wishing that I could have woken up in his arms. But I had promised him that I wasn't done with him yet. So there would be other opportunities if I had anything to say about it. God, I'd really lost it. I'd really gone out on a limb last night. I'd let him take me out on a real date. It had been fun, not to mention enlightening. And I think, somewhere in the back of my head, I knew what had held me back. I knew if I let Mulder close, he would sweep me away, and that's exactly what had happened. One real date, Dana's in the sack! If it were anyone but Mulder, I would worry about my reputation. But it was Mulder. Christ, it was Mulder. I closed my eyes, remembering the unbelievable feeling of fullness when he had finally penetrated me, stretching my long unused muscles to the limit. So full. I rolled off the bed and groaned as my muscles protested to the movement. I was sore in places I forgot I had muscles! Whew! I took a steadying breath and gingerly made my way to the bathroom door, which was open a crack, steam billowing out of the opening. I walked in, careful to be quiet and watched him for several moments. He rinsed the shampoo from his hair. One hand held a cake of soap and he rubbed his chest, creating a sudsy froth. He was humming! Mulder was humming. What do you know? I couldn't help the smile that split my face. God, I rarely saw him look so relaxed, so content. Of course, he didn't know I was watching him yet. I gave myself away a second later when his soapy hand swiped over the pubic hair on either side of his penis, soaping up his groin. One hand braced his body against the shower wall while the other slid underneath his balls and lifted, spreading the suds. I heard a small grunt and his head fell back, eyes closed as a sly smile came to his lips. I heard him whisper, "Scully, oh God." His hand ran up the length of his flaccid penis and I saw it start to harden. Despite the heat in the bathroom and the steam, my mouth was suddenly very dry. The second stroke and I moaned, quietly. But he heard me. His head snapped around, eyes opening and his hand yanked upwards as he set his palm over his heart. "Jesus, Scully, you scared me." I smiled and walked over to the glass, "May I join you?" He grinned wide. "Sure." He slid the glass door open and I stepped carefully inside, wincing as the soreness inside my vagina gave a sudden cringe. "Hi," I said sheepishly. He was blushing. "Are you all right, Scully?" Shit, he saw me wince. "Yes, I'm fine." He frowned. Oh yeah, he hated it when I said that. "Really, I'm a little sore, that's all." "I hurt you?" He was instantly in guilt mode. I smiled as wide as I could. "It's the good kind of hurt, Mulder." "What kind is that?" he asked, looking genuinely confused. "The soreness that comes from finally using parts of my anatomy that had laid dormant for so long, I wondered if they even existed anymore." He chuckled then. He put his arms around me and turned, putting me under the water. I sighed as the warm water cascaded down onto my head. He grabbed up his shampoo and put some in his palms. "Turn around." I did, and tipped my head back. He gently messaged the shampoo into my hair with his fingertips. I moaned softly at the feel of the gentle massage of my scalp. "Rinse," he said softly. I did and turned to face him. He was turning a bar of soap over and over in his hands. When they were sufficiently loaded with suds, he reached out tentatively and touched my shoulders, asking with his eyes if it was all right. I nodded and he began soaping me from neck to toe. He lingered over my breasts, making them stand up and salute his attentions. He went down on his knees and soaped his hands. He looked up at me with a mischievous grin and reached slowly toward the juncture of my thighs. I watched him intently. He brushed his palm over my pubic hair and then turned his palm up, sliding it between my legs as I spread my legs wide, until my feet rested against each side of the tub. I heard him moan softly in the back of his throat as he gently washed me back and forth. Two or three strokes was all it took and my nether lips tingled viciously and then swelled, becoming slick. Good lord, I could feel my pulse in my crotch! His fingers were slippery as they went from washing, to just caressing. He circled the area between my anus and my vagina gently and I put my hands on his shoulders for balance as I felt my knees buckle slightly. I locked them again and hear him chuckle. Our eyes met. "How long were you watching me, Scully?" His voice startled me and I gasped. He looked up at me, his face flushed, rivulets of water washing down his muscular chest. "Not long," I whispered. Just about 30 seconds before ...." I trailed off. "Before I touched myself," he finished for me. I nodded. "Do you have any idea how sexy you are?" I asked him. He actually blushed. It was very slight under his olive skin but I saw it and delighted in it. He shook his head. "You are the sexy one, Scully. God, you are the most beautiful woman I've ever known." I felt warmth wash through me at his words, a shiver racing down my spine. He resumed his gentle swiping between my legs, the knuckle of his forefinger moving up to brush my clit with each pass. I whimpered. He kept talking. "Do you like watching, Scully?" "Huh?" I was having a hard time concentrating on what he was saying. "I asked if you liked to watch." "In ... in general? Or do I like to watch you?" "Both, either. I don't know." "I don't know if I like to watch. Never really did that before. But I liked watching you. You're so beautiful." He stopped his movement and looked up at me. He smiled and then resumed his petting, one hand sliding around back and caressing my ass as his other hand inserted his long middle finger gently inside as far as it would go. I moaned and my knees did buckle then. "Still sore, Scully?" "A little, but its O.K." "Let's get out of here." "Then I'll need another shower." He chuckled as he retreated, standing up slowly. I hissed at his retreat and he said, "The shower isn't going anywhere." I nodded and followed him out. He quickly dried himself and his hair and then lovingly dried me from head to toe, taking a long time to dry my hair. When he was finished, he dropped the towel and picked a hairbrush up from the back of the toilet and said, "Bedroom." "What do you plan on doing with that?" I asked. "Weapon of choice for unruly hair." He followed me out and I bent over, reaching for my underwear that were discarded on the floor the night before. He said, "Leave them for now." I turned and looked at him silently a moment. He nodded toward the bed. I crawled up and he crawled up to lean against the head board. "So you think my hair is unruly?" "No, mine is." He quickly raked the brush through his hair, sweeping it straight back. A long lock feel over his forehead and he rolled his eyes. I giggled. He met my gaze and sat still while my eyes roamed over him. "Jesus, Mulder," I said, feeling my heart rate accelerate. His dropped the brush and slid his hands slowly down his chest, and then each hand went to the inside of his thighs. They ran slowly from groin to knee and he spread his legs, blinking slowly. I made a strangled sound in the back of my throat as I sat on my knees watching him. He stroked his inner thighs, teasing himself and I watched his penis harden, swinging slowly up off his thigh to rest against his hip bone. "Does this make you uncomfortable?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. I shook my head, but said nothing. His left hand moved down and cupped his balls from underneath. The other grasped his shaft near the top and rubbed the sensitive glans, spreading the precum over the smooth surface. I was breathing heavily through my nose. The tips of his fingers raked slowly back and forth over the bottom of his balls and the area behind. His stomach muscles bunched as he bent forward slightly to reach. "Oh God," I whispered, my eyes riveted to the sight. "Touch yourself, Scully." I squeaked in astonishment, breaking out of my stare and meeting his eyes. They were heavy lidded and his pupils were dilated. "I don't ..." "Let me see. You watch me. I'll watch you." I swallowed hard. Could I do this? "Mulder, I don't know what to ..." "Touch your breasts." I tentatively reached up and cupped my breast, kneading gently and swiping my thumbs over the nipples. My head fell back on a groan and I touched myself and saw him begin to stroke himself at the same time. He murmured, "Yeah, that's it. Lord, do you have any idea how much it turns me on to know you are watching me?" I shook my head, my arousal overcoming my reticence. I pinched my nipples gently and rolled them, feeling my hips buck involuntarily. I sat up more on my knees and spread my legs. His breathing sped up. "Jesus, Scully, you are so beautiful. You're cheeks are all flushed, your nipples hard." He paused and swallowed hard, still stroking himself slowly, but I could see his grip getting tighter and his breathing was a bit ragged now. My fingers slid down and raked over my mons and I slid my hand between my legs. This part I had practiced plenty. My forefinger and ring finger spread my folds and I slipped my middle finger inside. He groaned and choked out, "Oh God, are you wet?" "Mmm, hmmm," was the only response I could muster. "Do you want to finish this way?" "Maybe ... oh God, maybe ... some other time," I managed to stutter out. He smiled. "Sure you're not to sore?" "Yes, I'm sure." He held out his arms and I scrambled into them, pressing myself against his chest. His spread legs hooked over the backs of my thighs, and he bucked his now hard erection up against my tummy. We kissed, slow and tender, and then deep and hungry, then back to slow and tender, our tongues dancing together. Good lord, this man could kiss. I mumbled, "You're the best kisser I've ever kissed." He smiled against my lips and muttered, "I could kiss you forever. These lips, Scully. They've tortured me for years." Then he kissed me again, sucking on first the top and then the bottom. I squirmed with impatience and he broke the kiss, smiling. "How would you like to do this?" "You mean I get to pick?" I asked in a teasing voice. He smiled wider. "Yes, we'll take turns, how's that?" I nodded. "Can I be on top this time?" He nodded and slid down the bed onto his back, taking me with him easily. I straddled his hips and lowered my wetness onto his erection, trapping it between us, I rocked my hips back and forth, feeling my wetness coat his pulsing shaft. He groaned and his eyes rolled back in his head. I giggled again. I couldn't help it. He smiled but then groaned again as I ground my crotch into his shaft. "You're killing me, Scully." I raised up, taking him in hand and guided him to my entrance. Our eyes locked as I slid down as slow as I could. He gasped and gripped my hips, guiding me. I moaned at the feel of my sore walls being pressed aside. "I know I'm going slow, but I want to feel every millimeter of you slide in." "Oh, Scully, you feel so good. You're so small inside." I barked out a laugh. "Maybe a little from disuse, but this isn't normal sized equipment you're sporting here, Mulder." He grinned like a lunatic, I could tell, trying not to laugh. He swallowed hard as I sank down the last bit and ground myself into him as I leaned forward, feeling him sink a smidgen deeper and pressing against my stretched cervix. "Awww, God, Scully." We stayed just like that for a few minutes and then he said, "So what size equipment is it, Agent Scully?" We both started to chuckle, bouncing against each other. "Just couldn't resist a smart ass comment, could you?" I teased. He shook his head, "You know me." I sobered, "Yes, I do." He gazed at me then, looking so happy and so amazed. He confirmed it when he said, "Scully, I can't believe you're here with me. I can't believe I'm inside you." I began to ride him slowly, bracing my hands against his shoulders. "Me neither," I said. I leaned forward and licked his nipples, eliciting a gasp as I swiped each one with the flat of my tongue and sucked gently. He lifted his knees slightly, his feet on the bed for leverage and began to meet my thrusts. But it stayed slow and gentle. A couple of minutes of this and I eased into the rhythm, reveling in the feel of him sliding languidly in and out of me, watching his butt flex gently as he pushed up to meet me, staring at his shaft, coated with my arousal as I lifted and he withdrew. We both watched, I don't know for how long, peering cautiously at each other and smiling shyly. God, we went at it like wild things last night and now we were acting shy. How could I feel shy when his engorged shaft was embedded in my core? But the looks of wonder and joy that were flitting across his face as his mouth hung open, slack with arousal, his lips glistening from his saliva, were causing a foreign feeling in my chest. It was as though my heart were expanding. And maybe it was. I began to laugh softly and he furrowed his brow in question. I shook my head as if to say, 'I don't know why I'm laughing,'. He began laughing gently too. He blurted out, "Oh God, how did I get so lucky? You feel so good, Scully." I saw his eyes grow moist with tears and he made me shiver when he blurted out, "I love you so much!" His mouth grimacing in pleasure. I couldn't stand it anymore and I sped up slightly, lifting and settling a little harder. It never became frantic though. He played with my breasts and ran his hands over my back, my ass, my hips. Finally his hand dropped and swiped across my clit, pushing it gently into our joining. I yelped as I instantly felt my orgasm begin to coil in my womb. Holding down my bundle of nerves gently with his thumb, his shaft dragged along the bottom of it with every stroke. I began to whimper in earnest and clench my inner muscles. He groaned and began to thrust faster. Our eyes locked and I said, "Ohohoho, here it comes, Mulder. Oh Goooodddd!" I shrieked the last as my walls began to flutter around him, the waves of pleasure washing over me in slow motion. He shouted at the same instant and began to empty into me, his hot seed, washing the inside of my tunnel and making me shudder with its warmth. I collapsed boneless on his chest and we just held each other for a while, running our hands over each other's bodies. I whispered into his neck, "I love you, Mulder." He squeezed me tightly in response and nuzzled my hair. "That's a mighty good thing, partner." "Hmm, why is that?" I asked. "Because you're stuck with me now. I'll be worse than gum on your shoe." I began to chuckle. "Gum on my shoe?" He shrugged. "First thing I thought of. You know? Sticking to you like glue." I started to giggle again. "Geez, Mulder, the analogies are going tie my brain in a knot!" He chuckled. "You did call me the King of Metaphors last night." "Yes, I did. It doesn't really bother me, but you can just talk straight with me, you know? If you wanted to, I mean. You don't need to beat around the bush or couch things in pretty terms." "I know. You make me think in pretty terms, Scully." I sighed. "That's sweet, Mulder." "Then again, I don't know how sweet gum on your shoe is, really." I giggled again. "So what the hell is it we were talking about?" I asked innocently. He grinned and lifted my head to meet his gaze again. "We were talking, you stunning creature, about that the fact that it's a good thing that love me, because there's no way to get away from me now." "I don't want to get away, Mulder. I just got here." He smiled again, but it was twinged with sadness. "I mean it, Scully." I just looked at him, knowing there was more to come. When he didn't say anything else, I prompted, "Spit it out, Mulder." He looked away and looked back again. "I love joking around with you, Scully, don't get me wrong. I love to hear you laugh. But like I said last night, this isn't a game to me." "It's not to me either, Mulder." "I know. But it's only fair to warn you that I'm ... I tend to be ... a little possessive of my women." "Your women?" He grinned. "My woMAN. It's been a long time, but I doubt highly if my tendencies have changed." "Define possessive." "I want to be with them all the time. I want to protect them from harm. I get angry if another man hits on them or flirts with them. If I'm not with them, I want to know where they are all the time." With a perfectly straight face I said, "So what you're saying is that not a damn thing is going to change." His eyes widened for a split second and then he howled with laughter until there were tears streaming down his face. I laughed at him laughing, loving the sound of it and that I'd been able to make him belly laugh. I could count on one hand the amount of times I'd heard him belly laugh. Chuckle, yes, but belly laugh, no. We finally calmed down and he wiped his tears with the back of his hand. He sighed deeply and shook his head in amusement. "Scully, you're really good at putting me in my place." I smiled and kissed him. "I love you, Mulder. We'll be feeling our way for a while. Let's just promise to always talk about it, all right?" He nodded. "We need to talk more, Scully." "I know. Besides, you've never seen a Scully woman in action." "Mmm, should I look forward to that?" "Depends." "On what?" "I can be a bit possessive myself." "Really?" "Yes, I can, Agent Mulder. And I want to have some rules." "Uh, oh. Rules." I grinned, ticking them off on my fingers. "One, no flirting with other women." He nodded gravely. "Done." I smiled. "I have a feeling that will be tougher than you think. I don't even think you realize that you're doing it, sometimes." "I only flirt with you, Scully." "Bullshit." Before he could interrupt, I said, "Two, we need to let each other know when we have to make any unexpected trips." "Done." "Three, absolutely no ditching me for a case, Mulder. No running off on your own, never again." He swallowed and looked down. "Scully ..." "I mean it, Mulder," I said, my tone dead serious. He lifted his eyes to meet mine and nodded. "We are always better together than we are apart, you know that. I know you want to protect me. Did it ever occur to you that I want to protect you too?" He shook his head. "Not really." I harumphed. "Figures. Well, I do. And I can't do that if you're not with me." "But what if I don't want to put you in danger for some selfish thing that's just for me." "Well, for one thing, you have to think for two now. Secondly, if it concerns you, it concerns me, and not just professionally anymore, Mulder. Personal stuff too. I want to share it all with you. If we are going to do this, I want to do it right. I know we need to take things as they come. I know we know a lot about each other, but this changes things." "You're right, Scully, as usual." "Don't be angry with me." "I'm not." "O.K., you're frustrated with me." He was silent. "Not really. I know you're right. I'm more frustrated with myself. I'm sitting here thinking of all the danger I've dragged you into." "What about the danger I've been in because you ditched me?" "What do you mean?" "The lies I've had to tell. The 'unconventional channels' I've had to tap to find you. The times I've been alone and you weren't there." "Barry." He paused. "And Phaster. And that other idiot, the writer. Is that what you're talking about?" "No, not really." "If I'd been there..." "None of those things are you're fault, Mulder. I don't mean I was in danger because you weren't hovering over me like Mama Bear." He smiled at that, but it was mirthless. "I'm talking about the things I've had to do to find you, to help you. Mulder, I'm frantic when I don't know where you are, when I can't reach you. And if I panic, I start to throw caution to the wind." He looked at me then, and I saw the light beginning to dawn on him. So I kept talking. "It's like ... part of me is missing. I go crazy not knowing if you are all right, not knowing if you are hurt, if you need my help." His hand came up to palm my cheek. "Mulder, I'm just as terrified of losing you as you are of losing me," I said quietly. "That door swings both ways and I need for you NOT to forget that." He pulled me into a fierce hug and rocked me. "I won't, Scully. I get it now. I'm sorry I made you crazy. I'm sorry I made you worry. I don't want you in danger, but I realize that it's always better if we're together. Not knowing is the worst. I know, I've been there too." We were silent for a time. Then he asked, "What else, O Queen of Rules?" I chucked him on the shoulder and backed up so I could see his face. "I guess I need to ask you something first." "Ask away." "Should we keep this to the weekends?" He looked stricken. "I don't think I can, Scully." "What about work?" "Well, I suppose we should have a rule of not displaying any outward signs of coupleship at work, but ..." "Coupleship?" I chuckled again. "That's a new one on me." He smiled. "I mean, if we're locked in the basement, its one thing, but for now, yeah, I think we should keep this to ourselves, at least until we settle into it a bit more. It's going to be weird for a while." "Want to play it by ear?" "I don't know, Scully. I'll spend as much time with you as you'll let me. But I know I can be smothering sometimes. So how about you tell me when you want me around. You tell me when you want to come over, or you want me to come to your place." "That's pretty one sided." "Well, that's the way it is. I'd spend every night with you if I could. But I know you need your privacy, your time alone." "Maybe not as much as you think." "I don't want to be needy with you, Scully." "You've always been needy, Mulder. It's part of your charm. Makes me feel good to be needed." "Not that needed." He dropped his chin his head. I tipped his face up with my hand under his chin. "No morose musings now. This is a good thing. WE are a good thing, Mulder. I wasn't sure when the evening began last night. I'd thought about it for a long time, but I didn't know if this was the right time. But now I think it is the right time. It's our time. Time for us." He whispered, "I thought I might have a heart attack when you said, 'No rules' last night." I smiled. "Me too." "God, Scully, I've wanted to be with you for so long. It was tearing me up. And when you asked me take you to that party, I just couldn't pass up the opportunity to try and make it something more than was it was initially." "I'm glad you did," I said quietly. "I had to decompress my head to get it out the door after you told me you thought I was sexy." He smiled sheepishly at me from under his lashes. It killed me when he did that. I grinned from ear to ear. "Well, sexy man, you need to feed me." "Of course, we need to keep your strength up." "Going to be giving me a work out on a regular basis, huh?" "God, I hope so," he quipped. PART 2 (NC-17) DANA SCULLY'S APARTMENT JANUARY 1, 2001 MONDAY - 11:30 AM "Want to break for lunch early, Scully?" She looked up from her lap top and said, "Sure, just a minute. I just need to finish this little paragraph and I'll be done." She was typing justifications for our expense reports which were a month behind. Accounting was squealing because they couldn't close out the year without them. I had actually been making myself useful by organizing the receipts and putting sticky notes on them to indicate which case they were related to. We let them build up so much sometimes, that it was hard for Scully to remember. My memory came in handy for some things. She finished whatever she was typing and hit the button to shut down her monitor with a flourish. I smiled, and we stood and grabbed our coats. "Where do you want to go?" "I don't know." "You pick." "How about we just grab a grinder at Moe's Diner. It's close and we can sit and sozzle coffee and they don't rush you out the door." "Planning on taking a long lunch, Agent Scully?" She smiled at me. "Think it's a little to early to push our luck by ditching for a quickie?" I almost choked on my own saliva, biting my tongue. I was not used to this Scully. This Scully that slung innuendo as hard as I ever had. "It's New Year's Day, Scully, we shouldn't be working at all. We should be ditching for the entire day. She sighed and turned to me, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "I think you're right." "You do?" I asked, mock incredulous. She grinned. "Yes, let's go get lunch and then come back here." "And then?" "And then ... I'll think of something." "You're on." XXXXXXXXXX GAMES GALORE SHOPPING MALL GEORGETOWN, VA 1:30 PM "You have GOT to be kidding me?!" "Nope." I kept a straight face as I held up the game. We were in a store that sold everything from computer game to board games. "Scully, do you honestly think you could beat me at that?" "Might arrogant of you, there, Agent Mulder. You are dealing with a medical doctor here." I held up the box marked, "Sexual Trivial Pursuit" and shook it, rattling its contents. He laughed and conceded. "All right, get it, but you're going to be sorry." "I doubt it." We went to go to the checkout line and rounded the corner and nearly ran smack into A.D. Skinner. He took us in with an amused look on his face. We were both biting our cheeks trying to get our mirth under control, but somehow, seeing him there, just made it worse and we both burst out laughing again. "Sor...sorry, Sir," he managed to get out between choking guffaws. "What are you two up to today?" he asked innocently. The corners of his mouth turned up. He didn't know what was so funny but he was amused to find us unable to smother our mirth. It wasn't often he got to see us having fun. Come to think of it, it wasn't often we did have any fun. I hoped that would change now. "Shopping," Mulder blurted out and I snorted. "And having a good time of it too, I see. What have you got there?" I held the box behind my back, nervous in an instant. My mirth died and I licked my lips. Mulder jumped in. "Just a game. We decided we don't have enough fun and we're trying to change that. Decided to enjoy the day off for a change." He held up a CD marked "Taxes Made Easy" and smirked. We both smiled and I said, "Well, that doesn't look like much fun." "Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow," he said finally, when we were silent. "Yeah, tomorrow," I said quickly. We waited while he went to the register and checked out. We watched him leave the store. Mulder looked down at me and said, "Whew, that was close." "Geez, too close." He took my biceps in his hands and turned me to him. I know had the game between us. "Don't do it, Scully." "Do what?" "Don't freak out. It's no big deal. And if we had to run into anyone, I'm glad it was him." "Glad?! Mulder, our boss almost caught us buying a game of Sexual Trivial Pursuit!" He laughed that maddeningly calm chuckle and shook his head. "It's all right. Better him than one of the agents that has it in for us and has a big mouth." I sighed. "Do you think he saw it?" "No, I don't." "What if he did?" "Well, he didn't say anything. And if he does, we'll deal with it then. It's not a crime to buy a board game, Scully. You're making too big a deal out of this." "It's what this game implies." "What does it imply?" He wagged his eyebrows at me, leering. I smiled despite my worry. "I really am uptight, aren't I?" "Scully, friends can play any game they want to, even one like this and it doesn't mean that they are involved." "I know, but it will look that way." "There'd be no proof, besides I don't think he saw it. We had a nice lunch, and we were having fun. We have this one day off and I'm not going to let this ruin it. Let's go home, put on a pot of coffee, get naked and play this game." "Mulder!" I hissed in exasperation. "We are in the middle of a store still, for Christ's sake!" He grinned and said, "Yes we are and I love that I can say things like that to you now." I shook my head in amused exasperation. "We have to be careful, Mulder." "At work." "Everywhere." He was silent a moment and then said, "O.K., but I refuse to walk around Georgetown, Arlington and D.C. on eggshells." "You're right, I'm overreacting." "Yes, you are." He paused. "I love you, you know?" he said softly. I looked up at him. "I know. Me too." He smiled softly and dipped his head down, capturing my lips in a soft kiss. "Let's go home." I sniffled. "O.K." He took the game from me and I followed him to the register. XXXXXXXXXX Agents Mulder and Scully were acting weird, he thought as he exited the store. It was odd to see them laughing and looking so relaxed. He didn't think they ever spent time together as friends outside of work. Guess he'd been wrong about that. What was the game they were trying to hide? Without even really thinking about it, his curiosity and investigative instincts kicked in. He did a U-turn outside the door and slipped back into the store, hurrying down the far aisle. He rounded the end of racks and walked slowly until he saw them, standing just where he left them. The first thing he heard was, "Glad?! Mulder, our boss almost caught us buying a game of Sexual Trivial Pursuit!" He swallowed hard, nearly choking and suppressing the laughter that wanted to bubble up out of his chest. He peered carefully through the rack, stepping further into the aisle but still where he could see them through the games stacked on his side of the rack. Feeling only a little guilty, he listened to the entire conversation. He shouldn't be hearing this. He couldn't help gasping when he heard the next part. "There'd be no proof, besides I don't think he saw it. We had a nice lunch, and we were having fun. We have this one day off and I'm not going to let this ruin it. Let's go home, put on a pot of coffee, get naked and play this game." "Mulder!" I hissed in exasperation. "We are in the middle of a store still, for Christ's sake!" He grinned and said, "Yes we are and I love that I can say things like that to you now." I shook my head in amused exasperation. "We have to be careful, Mulder." "At work." "Everywhere." He was silent a moment and then said, "O.K., but I refuse to walk around Georgetown, Arlington and D.C. on eggshells." "You're right, I'm overreacting." "Yes, you are." He paused. "I love you, you know?" he said softly. I looked up at him. "I know. Me too." He smiled softly and dipped his head down, capturing my lips in a soft kiss. A.D. Skinner watched through the racks as Mulder bent down low to his diminutive partner and captured her lips in soft kiss. He saw a flash of her tongue as she returned his kiss and he felt his groin tingle and tighten. Shit! He exclaimed to himself. I shouldn't be seeing this! What the hell? He silently asked his groin. That's what you get for being nosey, asshole, he thought to himself. "Let's go home," he heard Mulder say. He peered after them until they disappeared to the register. He mumbled to himself, "Lucky bastard." He hoped he could keep his knowledge to himself. Although you couldn't be fired for having a relationship such as theirs, but you could be split up. Then again, most people thought they'd been at it for years and no one had suggested to him that he address the issue or split them up. Blevins wanted Scully on the X-Files, despite the fact that she had turned out to be ally. No one else wanted the job. He was the only one that didn't think they'd been lovers. How could he have missed it? But wait! She'd been talking about being careful. Weren't these discussions you had in the beginning of the relationship? Of course they were. If they'd been together all along, these types of things would have been out of the way long ago. If they'd just gotten together, then this was all new and that would explain their nervousness upon seeing him. He smiled and straightened his shoulders. He would do whatever he could to protect them. After all they'd been through, they deserved a little happiness. Mulder was still the luckiest bastard on the planet, he thought. XXXXXXXXXX DANA SCULLY'S APARTMENT GEORGETOWN, VA JANUARY 1, 2001 MONDAY - 2:30 PM I was sitting naked on Dana Scully's couch, leaning against her arm rest, one leg against the backrest, the other on the floor. She sat facing me in the same position. I was going mad. We both had a hand between her legs. I watched as she idly twirled a finger in her wet folds. Her free hand held a book. We had decided to forego the flash cards and the board or keeping score. We were just having a ball reading this damn thing. She cleared her throat. "Slang for the fetish of urinating on your partner during sexual relations?" She quirked an eyebrow at me, as though proud she'd gotten that out with a straight face. I barked laughter at her expression and answered, "Water sports." She nodded curtly. "Bundle of nerves located between the vagina and the urethra on a woman?" "Clitoris. These are too easy, Scully." She looked at me. "You're right. We'll do the hard ones another time." "Another time?" I asked, squeezing my now hard cock in my fist. "Yes, another time." She set the book down and stood up, twirling her hand, indicating that I should turn. I spun on the couch and put both legs on the floor. She gave me the look of a hungry tiger. I couldn't get over that she wanted me, seemingly as much as I wanted her. Ice Queen my ass. She slid into my lap, straddling my thighs and leaned in for a kiss. Her tongue plunged into my mouth and I eagerly danced my own around him, humming at the feel. I couldn't get enough of kissing those full, pouty lips. They were so soft and warm. I grunted as she slid her head to my ear and bit down gently on my earlobe. She raised up, reaching for my cock and held it steady as she lowered herself onto my shaft. She wiggled, seating herself firmly and we both moaned. He held her like that, enjoying the feel of her tight, moist walls, fluttering around me. "God, Mulder," she murmured. She began lifting up and sitting down. Her pace wasn't slow for long. I held her hips firmly and let her set the pace. I latched onto her breast and suckled her nipple, slow and hard, the way I now know she likes it best. XXXXXXXXXX I am one sick bastard, he thought, as he stood outside Dana Scully's apartment. The funny thing was that he'd never really been interested in Dana Scully. Oh sure, he wasn't dead and therefore, noticed that she was a beautiful, interesting and intelligent woman. But surprisingly, he'd never thought of her as a sexual creature. Probably because of her iron professional persona. Mulder he'd always known was passionate and he supposed he would be no different in his personal life. And oddly, he had no desire to be with Dana Scully. But there was some odd fascination, a dark pull, that had led him to this door. The thought of the TWO of them together was a turn on. They were perfect for each other. He was glad the hallway was deserted and he felt like a bit of a pervert as he pressed his ear to the crack in the door, but he couldn't seem to stop himself. What the hell was the matter with him? Just then he heard Dana gasp loudly and her low alto reached his ears, "God, Mulder," A few seconds later he heard, "Yeah, oh suck it hard." He was instantly erect and straining against his zipper. He placed his hand over his cock and pressed it into his stomach, shuddering. He must be sucking on her tits. Jesus, she sounded wild. Their grunts, groans and gasps reached his ears and his hand began stroking his hard on through his pants. What the HELL am I doing? He thought for the hundredth time in the last half hour as he drove over here. It'd been so long since he was with a woman. Then he pressed his ear tightly to the crack as he heard Mulder groan. "Awww, baby, you feel so good. Shit, you're so tight." Skinner bit his tongue to keep from moaning himself, imagining how small she must be inside and what it would feel like to be sheathed inside her. God, he needed to get laid, badly. She began to whimper, "Ohohohohoh, yeah, right there, just like that, oh God, Mulder. Oh, I'm gonna come. Make me come." He bit his tongue again so hard that he tasted the metallic taste of blood in his mouth. Her voice was shuddering out of her in a staccato whimper. It was the sound of intense pleasure, the kind that robbed you of speech and made you light headed. Good Lord, he'd never made a woman sound like that. He grudgingly gave Mulder a pat on the back in his head. "Swweett Jesus!" she wailed. "Ahhhh, Ahhhh, Ahhhh!" She wailed through her orgasm. He heard a popping noise that must have been Mulder's mouth disengaging from her nipple. He pictured her puckered nipples, hard from suckling and wet with saliva and licked his lips. He listened and heard the soft smack of skin on skin, the wet sound of drenched skin slapping together. God, how long had it been since he'd heard that sound? It sounded like they were both soaked. Holy shit, they were still going. He saluted Mulder mentally. Two points for endurance buddy. By now he was yanking on his cock, totally remorseless in the wake of his arousal. He heard Mulder's voice, gruff and ragged with passion, "Turn ... on your knees." Oh Fuck! He pictured her on her hands and knees, that pert little as stuck up in the air and felt his balls coil and draw up tight. Knowing he was probably about to be arrested and not caring, he opened his fly quickly and stuck his hand inside his boxers to feel his own skin on his throbbing flesh. He didn't pull it out but he needed the contact with his own hand. He grunted and bit his lip, panicking for a second that they had heard him. His eyes darted down the hall left and right. No one. He put his ear back to the door. The smacking sound was louder this way. He could hear him pounding into her hard and fast. She shrieked, "Yes! So deep this way! God, you're so big! Hard, oh God, again! Again! Yes, I'm gonna come again, baby, little more, I'm gonna come again." His own palm was slick with sweat as he stroked himself harshly, breathing raggedly, hoping their own sounds covered his own labored breathing. Twice, he was making her come twice. She wailed, nearly sobbing as he came again. "Yeah, baby, that's it, come for me, come for me." Jesus, Mulder! Who are you? Superman? Mulder's voice reached him again. "Up, up on your knees." He heard shuffling, more smacking of skin. She whimpered, "Oh, pinch hard." Holy shit, he must be pinching her nipple as she sat up on her knees. Smack, smack, smack. Then, "Oh God, Mulder. Push! Push harder!" "Doesn't hurt?" he asked, panting through clenched teeth. "No! Pinch it. Pinch my clit!" Holy Shit! What did this guy have, four arms? His mind assembled the picture instantly. Her on her knees, back arched. Mulder's big palms, one on her breast, pinching her nipple, the other between her legs in front, pinching her clitoris. Mulder sounded almost angry. "That's it. One more time, baby. Come for me one more time." "Ca...ca...can't!" "You can! He heard the smacking sound become louder. He must be drilling her so hard! Holy shit. "Let go! I've got you! Let go, Scully! I've got you!" Her voice rose and fell up and down on a long drawn out wail, "Ahhhhh, Awwwww, Ahhhh, Awwwww, Ahhhh, Awwwww. Oh Ffuucckk!" "YES!" Mulder shouted. "Oh the way you grip me! Oh God, I love you!" Mulder wailed and came, grunting with the exertion as she panted and whimpered. Skinner grunted, feeling his balls spasm as he spurted hard and quick into his pants. He heard her couch cushions squeak as they collapsed onto them, both of them chuckling and panting hard. "Wooo Hooo!" Mulder shouted, and they both laughed, gasping from the lack of air. Silence for a few moments and then Dana's voice. "You are the most amazing lover I've ever had." He heard a loud smack his hips on her skin. He zipped himself up, feeling dirty and disgusted with himself. I've got to get out of here. He turned to leave and scuffed his toe on the carpet, stumbling, his feet thumping loudly on the floor as he tried to regain his balance. SHIT! XXXXXXXXXX "Mulder, what was that?" "I don't know." He was off the couch and yanking on his jeans before he finished his answer. He ran barefoot, jeans hanging open to the door and peered out of the peep hole. He yanked the door open and stuck his head out into the hallway. Dana watched the sweat roll in little rivers down his back into his waistband. "Mulder?" He looked down to the end of the hallway in time to see the back of dress shoe disappear through the doorway to the stairwell. Why would someone take the stairwell? He took off down the hallway and hit the stairwell door at a run. He heard Dana shout behind him. "Mulder?!" He leaped down the stairs three at a time, bruising his feet on the cement stairs. He reached the bottom and burst into the lobby. Just in time to see A.D. Skinner walking in through the revolving door at the front of the building. He glanced down and muttered, "Oh shit." He quickly zipped his fly and buttoned his jeans, knowing it wouldn't help much. Skinner approached him slowly, looking him up and down. He looked flushed but that was probably because he was embarrassed at finding him in this state of undress in the lobby of Dana's apartment building. "Agent Mulder? Are you all right?" "Uh, yeah. You didn't see someone run through her did you?" "No, can't say that I did." "Oh, O.K." Silence. Well, this was awkward. Skinner held up a hanker chief. It was Mulder's. Skinner said, "You dropped it in the store." Mulder raised his eyebrows. "I was in the mall near that store and a clerk came out looking for you. She must have seen us talking and asking if I knew where you went. I didn't, but I took the hanker chief, said I'd get it back to you." "Thanks. You didn't have to come all the way out here on your day off." "No problem, I haven't got anything better to do." Mulder felt sorry for him. God, this guy needed a woman, almost as bad as he had before Scully. "Why didn't you go to my place?" He looked flustered for a moment but then said, "This was closer and I thought I'd drive by here first. I saw your car outside so I stopped. If it wasn't here, I was going to go to your place." "Oh." Mulder looked down and shivered as the sweat cooled on his body. He looked up self consciously and saw Skinner's eyes flick over his sweaty chest. He ran his fingers through his sweaty hair, spraying sweat in droplets down his back. He cleared his throat, "I know this ... doesn't look good." Skinner didn't say anything. The elevator dinged and the doors opened. Scully rushed toward him, wearing her jeans and a spaghetti strap tee that left nothing to the imagination. She had small white tennis sneakers on her feet with no socks. Her weapon was jammed into the waistband of her pants. "Mulder, what ?..." She broke off when she saw Skinner. Tendrils of her hair were stuck to her temples, her cheeks were high with color and her eyes slightly glassy. Her pouty lips were glistening wet. She wasn't wearing a speck of make up. He crossed her arms under her breasts as she saw Skinner's eyes flicker over her chest. She was suddenly aware of how she must look and that her nipples were hard as a rock and poking through the little tee. It was nearly see through. Skinner's only thought was, she looks like a woman that's been properly fucked and he grinned. "Sir ..." she began, looking at the floor. He cut her off. "Agents, I'll be going now." Mulder looked at Scully. "He brought me my hanker chief. I dropped it in the store." "Oh." Skinner looked at them, both nervous and looking scared at his reaction. If they only knew! He smiled and cleared his throat. Mulder said, "Sir, I know how this looks." Skinner smiled wider, he couldn't help it. What would Mulder come up with now? He decided to save them the case of nerves. It was only fair after what he'd just done, even if they didn't know he'd done it. "I think I'm going to make a New Year's resolution," he stated grimly. They both peered at him nervously. Scully asked, "What's that, sir?" "That whenever I see my Agents outside of work, I'm going to pretend like I never saw them." "Sir?" Mulder asked, his eyes suddenly drilling into Skinner's head. Skinner smiled. "You're secret's safe with me." Two loud breaths were expelled from each of his Agents as their glances darted to each other and back to him. Scully was chewing on her lip and Mulder ran a hand through his hair again. It spiked up at a ridiculous angle making him look like a demented woodpecker. He clamped down on the burst of laughter that wanted to emerge. "Thank you, Sir," Scully whispered. "I think our New Year's resolution should be to be more careful." Scully raised an eyebrow at him and all three of them laughed. Skinner said, "Yeah, not a good plan to run half naked into the lobby of your girlfriend's building if you don't want people to know you're ..." He trailed off, blushing. The whole top of his head turned red. Scully said, "I'm going up now." She hugged herself tighter and walked briskly to the elevator. Mulder and Skinner watched her go. Mulder turned to him. "I'm sorry to put you in that awkward situation. I heard something in the hallway and I bolted after it. Dumb. It was probably just a neighbor. But I panicked." "You can be a bit paranoid, not that you don't have good reason." Mulder nodded. "Anyway, thank you for ... your understanding." "No problem. You two deserve ... some happiness." Mulder smiled tentatively. "Yeah ..." Skinner took a deep breath. "Mulder?" "Yeah?" "You do know how lucky you are, right?" He locked his eyes on Skinner's, not sure what he was trying to say. He saw a lonely man standing in front of him and he understood. He felt a bit kindred with him at that moment, having so recently felt that same crushing loneliness. "I do, Sir, believe me, I do. She means the world to me. I think you know that." Skinner nodded. "Take good care of her, Mulder." "I will." "Although it looks like you're doing a pretty good job," he said dryly. "Jesus!" Mulder exclaimed, smiling and looking away in embarrassment. He brought his eyes slowly back to the A.D. He was grinning from ear to ear and raised his eyebrows. They shared a male moment of appreciation. Skinner said, softly, "I've never seen her look like that." "I hope not!" Mulder exclaimed, only half-joking. Skinner laughed. "I didn't mean it that way. I mean ... she looks, in the store too, she looks ... happy, Mulder. She really looks relaxed and happy. I'm glad for her, and for you." Mulder stuck out his hand. Skinner shook it, made a face and wiped it on his pant leg with exaggerated swiping. Mulder laughed, realizing his hands were sweaty. "Sorry." Skinner grinned. "No you're not." Mulder opened his mouth to say something. "See you tomorrow, Agent Mulder." "Yeah, tomorrow." "Don't forget your New Year's resolution, Mulder." "I won't. Don't worry, I won't." THE END.