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.
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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.' <I love you too. Good night Mulder>  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.
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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.