TITLE: ON-LINE (2/2) AUTHOR: DONNILEE E-MAIL: DONNILEE@SNET.NET RATING: NC-17 WARNING: Descriptive sex. Smut. Please, no one under 17. CATEGORY: MSR /ANGST POSTING: ANYWHERE - But Please make sure my name and e-mail address are on it and inform me by e- mail of the location. Thank you. SUMMARY: After giving herself away after cyber sex, Scully decides to make a fantasy come true. Fun ensues. DISCLAIMER: Nope. Not mine. Used shamelessly and without remorse. They belong to Chris Carter, 1013 and Fox, and god knows who else, but not me. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX FOX MULDER'S APARTMENT SATURDAY NIGHT Fox Mulder sat staring incredulously at the last line on the screen. It couldn't have been her. RedBadger? I know all her handles, don't I? She called me Mulder. His heart was hammering against ribs and he felt dizzy. 'Christ, I'm hyperventilating' he thought. He cupped his hands over his nose and mouth and concentrated on breathing slow. His dizziness subsided. He saved their chat for future reference. He logged off and shut down his computer and headed for the shower. He was a mess. As the hot water sluiced over his body, he tried to figure out if what he thought just happened, had really happened. Had it been her? Dana Scully having cyber sex? No way. He could almost hear her voice in his head, 'I love you too. Good night, Mulder.' She knew he used FMLuder as a pen name. If it was her then she knew all along and had coaxed him into revealing who he was in love with. Oh, god, this was embarrassing. Or could it be someone else from work that knew his pen name. Saying I love you too, just to mess with his head. That would be a disaster. He'd confessed his love and lust for Scully to a coworker. She'd kill him if she ever found out and they would be separated if not lose their jobs if whoever it was talked. THINK. He had to think. The only way to find out would be to ask Scully. Oh god, how much more humiliating could this get, especially if it wasn't her. He'd have to confess in order to prepare her for the gossip or possible repercussions. But he was just speculating. He had no real way of knowing. NO. It had to have been her. 'Oh, god, I want it to have been her.' Wait. If it was her, would she act funny? YES! Unless she had cyber sex all the time which he doubted. Then again, he wouldn't have thought his partner would have done what she did tonight, leading him on knowing it was him. But she did, so how much did he really know about her. He'd look into her eyes and he would know, wouldn't he? This has got to be one of the stupidest things you've ever done. 'Oh, God, Scully, please let it have been you. Please.' It took hours to get to sleep but he finally drifted off into a fitful sleep of dreams in which the bureau sanctioned and separated them. Scully left him after finding out from some vicious coworker that he had jerked off having cyber sex with someone he was pretending was her. He woke up shouting, "Please don't go." It was just a dream. This was going to be a rough couple of days, he could tell. He had one more day before he had to face her at work. Maybe he should pick her up Monday morning. This wasn't exactly a discussion he wanted to have in the office. He had to sleep. He was way too tired to think about this now. Maybe he should go the couch. This bed was reminding him of his fantasy. I'm too tired to move, he decided, and closed his eyes again, falling into another fitful sleep. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX FOX MULDER'S APARTMENT SUNDAY MORNING 3:00 AM He was dreaming again. She was there. Somewhere in his subconscious, he knew that he was reliving his fantasy, the one that he had told his cyber woman about. Was it her? She was there, she was naked. He could feel her skin, her pebbled nipples teasing his chest hair, her hips pressed into his bulging erection. Her legs were hanging between his, feet reaching only to his knees. God, she was so tiny. Her small white hands were brushing down his arms, over his hips and the outside of his thighs and back up over his ribs. Her hands were in his hair now. That mouth, it was sucking on his pulse at the base of his neck where it met the collarbone. He groaned, low and loud as a dart of arousal shot down his body and stiffened him almost to the point of pain. Then he heard something through the haze of sleep. Was that a moan? Wake up, wake up. This is torture. Be awake, come on. He was waking. He was in that trance state between waking and sleeping and he could hear more, feel more, but still couldn't speak, or react in any coherent manner to what was going on. Oh, lord, her lips were on his pecs, licking around his nipple and now taking it in her mouth and laving with her tongue. He felt it pebble up in her mouth and again, the moan. That was a moan wasn't it, a female moan. The neck again, she was back at his neck, running her tongue down the column of muscle along his throat. Oh that felt sooo good. His hips bucked a little involuntarily seeking her heat he knew was close by. A startled gasp sounded in the quiet of the morning and he came awake. He kept his eyes tightly closed. Someone was there. There really was a female body on top of his. He felt the sweat break out on his brow and his breathing accelerate to a dangerous level. You have to open your eyes, he thought to himself. You have to see. Am I still dreaming? He felt softness brush his lips, lightly, then a moist tongue run along his bottom lip, wetting it with warmth of saliva. He groaned and opened his eyes. And almost had a heart attack. His whole body jerked and the woman gripped his shoulders to stay atop him and not roll off. His eyes were wide as saucers. Am I still dreaming? "No," she responded. Did he say that aloud? Guess so. Holymotherofgod - Dana Scully in all her tiny, naked splendor was sprawled on top of him, full breasts squished into his chest, cheeks red with excitement, lips swollen, breaths shallow, halo of red hair framing her beautiful face. And the eyes, the windows to her soul, staring at him and she had gone stock still. She was waiting. She was aroused. And there was something else in those eyes. What was it? Fear? Yes, fear. She was afraid of his reaction. A slow, wobbly smile of awe crept across his face until he was grinning a toothy grin, and running his tongue over the bottom of his top teeth in anticipation. This was no dream. She was there. It had been her on the computer. And he was here, stole in like an angel in the night, and she was trying to make his fantasy come true. His brain went on pause, until he saw the fear in her eyes ratchet up a notch and wetness coat those beautiful eyes. He reached up and smoothed the hair away from her cheek, running his thumb over her bottom lip. She sucked in her breath. He whispered, "Are you really here?" "Yes. Should I stay?" "God, yes." "No more words." 'No more words?" Oh yeah, his fantasy. She hadn't said a word. He thought, 'I'm still not convinced I'm not dreaming.' Then he was convinced as her lips slanted over his and her hot, wet tongue invaded his mouth, raking over the roof of his mouth, licking his teeth and pulling back to suck his bottom lip into her mouth and worry it with her teeth. He moaned again. She proceeded to coat his neck in wetness as she licked and sucked her way down to his collarbone giving equal attention to both sides. By now he was panting and moaning and squirming underneath her. She didn't pause, but moved down to his chest and traveled sideways back and forth, moving down as she went, nipping, licking, kissing. This was torture. Sweet, divine torture. She reached his hips and went around his arousal, avoiding the place he wanted her most. He whimpered in frustration and heard her chuckle. She pushed his legs up, bending them at the knees and placing his feet flat on the bed. 'What the hell is she doing?' He didn't have long to ponder as her head tilted sideways and her tongue dove between his legs, laving the skin behind his balls roughly. He hollered an incoherent sound and bucked his hips as she gripped his thighs to hold him in place. He could almost come from that. He curled his toes and tightened his abdomen in anticipation, wondering what she would do next. She slowly licked forward, swirling her tongue over his sacs then opened her mouth wide and gently sucked a huge chunk of his sacs into her mouth. The sound that came out of his throat was primal, low and tortured. He was sure he'd never made that sound before. It had come up from his toes. Waves of intense arousal were gripping his balls as her tongue swirled, pushing his testes around in his tightening sac. Thank god, she let him go. He was about to come and end this way too early. But she seemed to be able to gauge his state and pull back in time. She moved up onto all fours and used one hand to wrap around the base of his shaft. He felt himself pulse and impossibly grow harder and a little longer in her tiny hand. Then an amazing thing. He raised his head to look at her. She was not looking at his face. She was staring at his engorged cock, licking her lips and squeezing gently but firmly and watching precum fluid ooze out of his tip. The sight was phenomenal. She surprised him by dipping down and lapping at his wetness with the tip of her tongue. She paused like that. Oh, god, her tongue was sticking out and his fluid was hanging between her tongue and his dick. Ohmygod. His head fell back and he let out another groan. If he watched this it would be all over. Then he heard her hum as she licked him again and swallowed. Then it happened. Her mouth descended on him, engulfing about three quarters of his shaft, lips tightening and then retreating as her cheeks hollowed with the effort of creating suction as she backed off to the tip. She was swirling her tongue over his sensitive, smooth head and descending again, her little hand pumping gently below her lips. The sensations were overwhelming and he just degenerated into constant moaning and gasping. He had to touch her. His hand reached out to touch the side of her head and he felt her flinch. He stilled not pushing or guiding, just touching her hair. She resumed her work and he ran his fingers through her hair, silently encouraging her. Then she did what no one had ever done. She slid back a bit, angled her chin up for a better angle and slid down till he hit the back of her throat. He pulsed there, wondering at the pause, whimpering slightly. He heard the deep breath she took through her nose and then shouted as he felt her throat open and he slid down to the hilt. He let out a shout and gripped the bedspread with both hands in an effort to stay still. 'Can you die from pleasure?' he thought. Her pouty lips were buried in his wiry hair. She was breathing gently. He held still, desperately trying not to thrust. Then she began backing up and sliding back down, each time opening her throat and taking him all the way down. He whimpered, "Sweet Jesus, Dana, no one's ever..." Then he couldn't talk because she was sliding up and down again. Her slow rhythm set up an aching throb in his shaft that he knew he had never felt before. He could feel her lips sliding over the veins, bulging and throbbing with blood. The whoosh of blood was pounding in his ears. His sacs were drawn up tight to his shaft. She was calmly sliding up and down, slow and tight, sucking hard. The ache was almost painful now and he let out an unintelligible sound. "Arrgg, Ahhhh, shi..Dan..noI'm...awwwww gooood. She lifted off suddenly and stopped. She looked up to meet his gaze and he lay there stunned, swallowing hard, dizzy from the pleasure, relieved for the break and aching for loss of her lips. Then an expression he knew he'd never seen came over her face. It was purely predatory, the look of a hungry tiger who knows she is about to get exactly what she wants. She slid up his body, straddling his hips, placing her hands on his shoulders and bent down to kiss him until he couldn't breathe anymore. Her hips rocked and her wetness coated his shaft that was lodged between her legs. Seemed coherent speech was out of the question tonight. He was so overwhelmed that this was Dana, his Scully, on top of him, driving him out of his mind with her hands and her mouth. He had to be inside her. He had to be. But if he didn't take control, this wouldn't last, and he wanted this to be good for her too. As she raised up, he knew she was going impale herself on him. He grabbed her hips and used his weight to flip her over onto her back, moving his hands to pin her wrists to either side of her head. She squealed in surprise, but put up no resistance. He stared at her for a moment, lifting up to feast his eyes on her creamy skin. She whispered, "This isn't how your fantasy goes." "Forget that. I have another one." "Tell me." "In this one, I make you lose control, just like you just did to me." She shivered and smiled. He ran his hands over her taut nipples and watched as she gasped and her pupils dilated. Her eye lids sunk down as though she had trouble keeping them open. She was so fucking beautiful, he couldn't believe it and he couldn't believe she was there, giving herself to him. "Do you trust me enough to lose control, Scully?" She nodded. He smiled and began his assault. Her lips, her neck, each breast was suckled and laved, pinched and squeezed. Her flat abdomen was caressed and kissed. He settled between her legs and lifted her legs over his shoulders. He parted her folds with two fingers and slid inside. She moaned. "Oh, god, Dana, you're so wet." And she was, good god. She was swollen and slick, her juices leaking out and running down to coat her skin between her ass cheeks. He slowly moved his finger in and out and watched, fascinated as her juices fizzled around his fingers and leaked out around them. He couldn't believe he could affect her like this. That pleasuring him had affected her like this. It was a dream come true. At least it wasn't one-sided. She wanted this as much as he did. He whispered, "Unbelievable." She clutched the pillow on either side of her head and his mouth descended to lick around his finger and suck up her wetness, making a small slurping sound. His fingers kept up their relentless slow rhythm, curling inside to stroke the front wall of her tunnel. He found THE SPOT, and he felt her walls expand and become looser. Her moan sent a shot of desire straight down his cock and he began that aching throb again. This was so good. He was going to make this so good for her. With that thought, he concentrated on the spot that was causing tiny ripples in her muscle wall. He wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and sucking harder as her moans increased. His free hand held her hips down as she tried to buck against his face. Her legs tightened around his head. He could barely breathe and he didn't care. He lifted off briefly and whispered, his voice low and husky, "Let go, Dana, come for me. Come for me." And went back to sucking her and stroking her. A few more strokes was all it took and her body stiffened. She shouted, almost a scream, and then his name was dragged out of her throat as her spasms shook her body. He held on, continuing to stroke and suck, prolonging it as long as he could. "Muuullldddeeerrr." Hearing her cry out his name in that low, sultry voice was incredible. How many dreams had he had wishing to hear that very thing, knowing in his heart that it would never be. And now, the impossible, she'd made it come true. He was shaking as he pulled himself up between her legs, settling his hips on hers, supporting most of his weight on his elbow on either side of her head. She was murmuring, "So good, so good, so good." He smiled and waited patiently for her breathing to slow down. He wanted her paying attention when he slipped inside. He wanted to watch her face and knows he was aware of what was happening. If he was a real gentleman, he would ask her now if she was sure. But she wouldn't have come here if she wasn't. Would she? What would he do if she backed out now? But he couldn't make her do something she would regret. He had given her pleasure and that would have to be enough to feed him and his fantasies if she didn't want to continue. She finally met his gaze and lazily raised her legs to wrap around his hips. "Scully, are you sure?" She laughed, a full throated laugh and the sound made his heart sing. "Oh Mulder, you're priceless. This would be a really poor time for me to back out, don't you think? He smiled. "Yeah, it would, but I had to be sure." "I wouldn't be here if I wasn't sure. Now put this thing to use." She reached down to grasp him. He groaned as she guided him to her entrance and then put both hands on his shoulders and pulled him down to kiss her. He pulled back to watch her face and slowly slid inside in one deep, long stroke. They both moaned. "Jesus, Scully, your so small. I feel huge inside you." "You are huge, Mulder." He held still trying to adjust to the sensation. "I am not, you're just so tiny." "It has been a while." She was panting short, small breaths, willing her walls to relax as they throbbed around him. "But trust me, I'm a doctor. I've seen a lot of penises and you are definitely way, way above average." He smiled and ground his hips into her pubic bone, feeling her cervix stretch up to accommodate him and squeeze the head of his shaft as it contracted and then relaxed. "Ah, shit, you're so big around. I feel so stretched. So good, Mulder. Move. Please move." Not one to keep the lady waiting, he began to move, keeping his rhythm slow trying to make this last as long as possible. His head dropped to his shoulder and he was whispering, "Oh god, this is Scully, Oh god, this is Scully, Can't believe." She smiled and plucked his head up with a hand on either side of his face and engaged him in a crushing kiss. She looked as amazed that she was affecting him this way, as he was amazed that this was her, moaning beneath him. She broke the kiss and said, "Yes, it's me, Mulder, really me. God, you feel so good." He locked his eyes with hers and began a slow, steady retreat, followed by a fast, sharp, hard thrust back into her to the hilt. She began gasping. He loved the sound and kept it up. Each gasp sending a wave of tenderness through him. He had to go faster. He reached down with one hand and then the other, grasping her behind the knee and pulling her legs up high and then pushing them out to the side. She grabbed her own legs behind the knee and pulled herself up and spread herself as wide as she could. She looked down and moaned at the sight of him sliding, huge and swollen, veins bulging, in and out of her wetness. She felt the stretch, the pull on her clitoral hood, every time he pulled out and the sharp stab of pleasure when he shoved back in, slamming her nerve bundle against her pubic bone. Her legs in this position, he slid even deeper and he felt her whole body react. She tensed and then seemed to melt underneath him. He was in shock. And he was losing control. He lifted up on his hands and began slamming into her as hard and fast as he could but kept his strokes long and deep. He had to make her come again. He'd felt her melt and the look in her eyes now was incredible. She was whimpering her pleasure, her eyes were rolling back in her head, her breasts bobbing with every thrust, and her nipples were tight and standing at attention with goose bumped areola. She was exquisite. She felt so good. He began babbling again, concentrating on hitting her pubic bone with every thrust, forgetting he was talking out loud. "Oh, baby, so good, exquisite, your exquisite, gotta see you come, gotta make you come. Come for me, beautiful, oh yeah, come for me. You're so tight, so hot. Jesus, my cock aches, it throbs, god, what you do to me, I've never been this hard, not much longer. Yeah, that's it, baby, come for me, come for me." His voice in that guttural, low, sexy tone drove her right over the edge and she screamed as the orgasm ripped through her, slamming her pelvis into his, arching her back, despite her position. It felt like waves, hot, hard, clenching waves that rolled over her from her toes to her head. He never slowed down as she continued to spasm. She screamed again, keening out her pleasure. He watched entranced as she screamed and bucked beneath him. Auto pilot took over his body as he continued to slam into her with a force that slammed her tiny body into the mattress over and over again. Her walls were clamping down on him trying to hold him inside and making his balls grip and release with the sensation. His eyes were wide as saucers. He thought, 'Oh lord, she's coming, yes, she's coming hard, because of me, because of me, yes, she's coming.' And then the world went blinding white for a second and he began his own release as her shudders died down. Stream after stream of cum, he pored into her with every spasm. 'Holy shit, it's not stopping, oh god, so hard, I'm coming so hard, so fucking hard it hurts, so fucking hard.' He growled a guttural groan and he saw her wide eyed as he crashed into her pelvis with every spasm burning his cock as his essence bolted out of him with the speed of a freight train and the force of a hurricane. He'd never had an orgasm this intense or last this long. He panted, "Love you, Scully, so much, ahhhh, christ." They both lay there panting in the aftermath, trying to catch their breath. He realized belatedly that his entire weight was crushing her into the mattress. Her legs had slipped off his sides and were trembling against his hips. Shakily, he pushed up and slowly retreated from her warmth. She mewled slightly at the sensation and he flopped over onto his back, pulling her along to lay sprawled on his chest. What was there to say. He had to say something. After a moment, he said, "I didn't know it was you." "I know." "Even after your good night, I still wasn't sure it wasn't some coworker messing with my head. I was so afraid I'd done the stupidest thing of my life." "It was stupid, but I guess everything happens for a reason." "I'm can't say I'm sorry if it brought you here." "Me neither." "I love you so much, Scully." "I can't believe after all we've been through that you thought I would reject you or walk away from you, even if I didn't feel the same way. I'm your friend. I would never hurt you that way." "I should have had more faith in you, but Scully, my track record isn't so good. Everyone I've loved, I've ended up hurting or they've ended up hurting me." "I won't." "I know that now." "I love you, Mulder." "I love you too." Her voice was bland. "Can we nap and then do this again? That was the best sex I've ever had in my life." He chuckled and pulled her chin up to look at her eyes. They were twinkling with mirth. "Well, Agent Scully, I'm getting to be an old man, ya know, so I may need extra enticement to put out this much energy again so soon." "I think I can manage an offer you can't refuse." "Really, now?" Scully was teasing him. Amazing. "Yup. Plus, maybe we can be slow and gentle next time. "I didn't hurt you did I?" "No, no. I was just as frantic as you. But now that the urgency is gone and I know that I can have you again, I want to try different things." "Have me again. That sounds so good." "Your mine, Mulder." "Yes, I am, totally." "Don't think I'll be easy." "Nothing about you is easy, Scully." She playfully punched him in the shoulder. "I catch you flirting with other women now and your ass is grass." "Possessive already, Agent Scully." "Damn straight. It drives me crazy when you flirt with other women." He became serious again. He couldn't believe Scully had been jealous. Couldn't believe she loved him. This was too much to wrap his mind around. She was laying here in his bed, acting like a jealous girlfriend. It was a great feeling. He smiled at her. "I have you now, I don't need to flirt with anyone else." "Good. Do you need a nap?" She squeezed her legs together, trapping his mostly flaccid penis between her legs and rocking up and down his body. Unbelievably, he felt himself harden again. "I can't believe what you do to me." "Ooo, well, I'll be testing the boundaries of what I can do to you for a while to come." "Don't ever top testing the boundaries." "Are there extreme possibilities in my future, Agent Mulder." "I think so, Agent Scully." THE END.