Score Lee Ruston greenwings@yahoo.com NC-17 MSR,S no spoilers mild character development, mostly sex Scully comes over.... archive anywhere, just keep my name and e-mail attached * * * I leaned against the door and took a *deep* breath. Still, there was no way I was going to chicken out of this now. Moving slowly due to shaking hands, I inserted the key into his door, and let myself inside. The TV was on, and he was in the kitchen. Probably making food to watch a sports broadcast or have a porn-fest. Not tonight, not without my help. I took off my jacket, dropped my bag, and turned off the TV. When the noise ceased was the first time he realized he was not alone. "Hey, Scully! Just about to watch the Knicks game. C'mere, you can help me with the nachos." He didn't see me roll my eyes. I walked calmly, normally into the kitchen; my shaking hands had subsided. He turned again and actually looked at me. I wasn't dressed up, but I could tell by the quickly controlled look that passed over his eyes that he approved entirely. I had on jeans that were just tight enough in just the right places, a thin tank top, and a cardigan that was unbuttoned and hung on my shoulders loosely. "Mulder, I don't want you to watch the game tonight." He had turned back to his preparation. "Huh? Why not?" "What are you doing anyway?" "Just making up some snacks." His voice was casual again, not at all suspicious. I was free to start over. "Who's playing tonight?" "Knicks and the-- why? You don't care about basketball." "No, but I care about you." I can't believe I had said it. It wasn't any different than something I would normally say, but I knew that my tone was. I just didn't know if he knew. I went to the fridge to get something to drink, and he slid out of the kitchen to put the chips and dip on the coffee table. I became self-conscious, and wondered if I was making him uncomfortable. It was now or never, I told myself. You're here, just do what you planned to do. If it doesn't work out, it will all be find. He's your best friend. I turned to look at him. My *extremely* attractive best friend. He came back into the kitchen, and walked by me to the counter. I reached out for his arm, and stopped him. We were facing opposite ways. "Mulder, wait." He wasn't confused, angry, sad, tired-- nothing. He simply stopped and said, in that low, even tone, "Yeah?" I turned towards him even as I turned around myself. We met half way. I laid my hands on either side of his face, leaned in, closed my eyes, and closed my lips over his. All in a split second. All without thinking. My bottom lip moved against his once, then twice, then again, before I slid my tongue into his mouth and flicked it at the tip of his own. His arms immediately went around me, pulling me very, very close, and nearly lifting me up. We kissed--I was kissing him!--for a few moments, before I pulled back. His arms still wrapped tightly around me, my hands still on his cheeks, I outlined his lips with my tongue before I spoke. I listened to his quick, confused, parasympathetic breathing as I said, "I am sorry, Mulder, but I really wanted to know what you tasted like." He released me just enough that my feet were once again on the floor, and licked his lips, but could not speak when he opened his mouth to. I still had the floor. "I had always fantasized about you being the one to take control, lose control, really, and take the lead, but...." "B--?" Poor darling still couldn't form a sentence. Looking in his eyes, I felt my body become so overtaken with desire that I could hardly say anything myself. But I know he wanted me to. And I knew what the rest of that sentence would do to him. "I imagined things like you showing up on my doorstep with a look I have never seen for more than a second, and neither of us saying a word. But... I got bored of waiting. I want you, Fox." With those four syllables escaping my mouth in a whisper, he did lose control. He pushed me back until I was pinned against the wall, and his lips were nearly bruising mine. I loved the sensation, but I had to take back some control; he knew I wasn't a helpless damsel. When I tried to shift my position to give me more leverage, he pulled back half an inch and let the warm air that was mixing between us caress my neck and cheek. "P-please, Dana...just give me a minute more..." He closed his mouth over the skin where my shoulder met my neck, and bit-licked-sucked for a moment before lowering his lips to mine. This kiss was a bit different. He was not over the first rush of release, but only understanding it. He turned his head slowly; we fit together seamlessly, like from an old movie. One arm was wrapped around my upper back, the other around my waist. Our tongues played, and I felt a shiver in his body. He closed our mouthes and looked at me. "D-do you...?" "What is it, Fox?" "Sc-Dana, I-I think I just need to hear you s-say it...please...." My skin was hot, and I was left completely vulnerable by this look. I would do anything for him, especially whisper, "I. Want. You. Fox." I don't know what clothes came off first, but soon I was completely naked, and in his arms, trying not to fumble with the buttons. He looked at my lips as I took my damn time undressing him. It was worth the wait. After a minimum of unneeded foreplay, I pressed against him tensing all of my muscles. His impossibly large dick pressed against the already hot skin of my torso. "This time, I want to hear you say it." Without hesitation, "I want you, Scully." Then, after a moment of looking in my eyes, his began to fill as he said, "I have loved you since the moment you spoke to me." "Take me." We were set free. Neither had realized that we were still standing, but he laid me down quickly and plunged into me. I gasped loudly. I hadn't had sex in awhile, and was perhaps still a little too tight for how big his cock was. I cut off his apology with a kiss, and shifted my hips to show my appreciation. We moved together as if this were the only way for either of us to be. I closed my eyes and relished the way he felt thrusting into me. He let his thumb drift down to take care of what his fucking huge cock couldn't, accelerating the rhythem. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. I couldn't stand it. I scratched at his back, bit his neck, and kissed him whenever he looked at me. I felt my cunt contract around him, and heard the groan it extracted from his beautiful lips. I began to climax. He felt it, and moved so fucking fast that I thought I would pass out. We came together in an entwinement of sweat and kisses. He kissed me deeply as I felt my juices mix with his between my legs. We rolled onto our sides and smiled at one another. "That was..." "I know..." I don't know who said what, but we were both completely satisfied. "Oh, shit, Dana, your lip is bleeding." I didn't even feel it. "I'm so--" "Don't you dare say it, Fox. I fucking loved it and you know it." "I- just...." I leaned up. "What? I kissed you, remember? You don't have to have any regrets." I realized what I was saying, and what he could be saying. "I should go--" "No!" He leapt up and pinned me right back beneath him. I couldn't tell where his body ended and mine began. "Dana, what I mean is, if I would have been what you needed, if I would have told you, then the aggression...wouldn't...have...well, you..." "Fox?" He looked right at me. "It was perfect." He didn't believe me. "You are everything I need, and that's why I wanted you so badly." "Really?" "Well, that great body didn't hurt your case. But yes, you're my best friend.--" "But you said that you always wished I had...had...." I kissed him, and felt some of the tension drain. "You just did more than I ever wished for." He held me so close that if I hadn't heard the sigh, and felt his breath on my skin, I would have assumed he never heard me say just then, "I love you, Fox."