Title: "Shake Your Egg Thing" (5/5)
Author: Sara
silk1023@aol.com
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Slight Triangle, DD's 2/26 Leno appearance
Keywords: MSR, Smut
Spoilers: A fitting end to a surprising night...

Disclaimer: Still don't own them. Still never will. Sigh.

Author Note: Here's the final installment in this series. I so appreciate the
wonderful response it's drawn with all of you! This should wrap things up
nicely. Hope you all enjoy as I give Mulder and Scully the night most of us
reading this have all been waiting for. Oh, and I need to thank Sheryl, Chris,
Paula, Marty and Snowfest #2 for their suggestions (and threats :) on how to
finish this! Enjoy!
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Scully smiled as she watched Mulder fumble with his apartment keys, his mind
obviously elsewhere. He'd barely said two words to her since their incredible
encounter in the car. She felt her eyes lose focus as she felt her body
remember the ecstasy of that moment...finally feeling him deep inside her...

She smiled again at his "Damn!" as the troublesome keys dropped to the floor.
He started muttering to himself as he reached down and grabbed them, trying the
lock again. Feeling even more wicked than before, she moved behind him,
suddenly pressing her full body against his back, feeling a pleasant tingle as
her breasts flattened against his back, leaning her head against him as she
wrapped her arms loosely around his waist. She felt him go rigid, the keys in
his hand forgotten as he closed his eyes and leaned back into her for a moment,
a small moan released from his throat as she rubbed against him.

"What's wrong Mulder...am I making you nervous?" she husked quietly, feeling
his body tense even more, loving the fact that she could do this to him.

"Nervous isn't exactly the word I'd use to express it Scully..." he bit out,
suddenly attacking the door with renewed vengeance, breathing a sigh of relief
as the door finally swung open. Scully smiled as she started to move her arms,
intending to slip inside after him, when she had the breath knocked out of her.
Mulder whirled around faster than she had ever seen him move, and suddenly, had
her body pressed full against his, his cock surging strongly against her thigh.
Before she could utter a word, his mouth had claimed hers, his tongue plunging
deep into her mouth. All rational thought left as she gave herself over to the
passion. She felt a burning pleasure sear though her body as she felt his hands
come up to stroke her breasts, pulling gently at the hardened tips through the
fabric of her clothing. At the same time, his hips were thrusting against hers,
which were answering in a counter rhythm. She felt herself moan at the
exquisite sensations this action was provoking. 

Before she realized what had happened, she felt Mulder move them both
backwards, finally clearing the doorway, feeling him reach out to slam the door
behind him. She gasped as she felt her back hit the wall, gasping again as
Mulder lifted her up just enough to position his cock right against her...the
only barrier their confining clothing. She cried out as Mulder latched onto a
nipple, through the cloth, sucking and pulling on it, creating a delicious
friction between the heat of his mouth and the scratchy feeling of the cloth
covering her sensitive skin. She frantically pulled him closer, hearing his own
moan as the move thrust her wet center against his cock, the barriers of
clothing hardly an obstacle. Before she realized what was happening, Mulder had
anchored her hips against the wall, and began moving against her, thrusting
hard against her center. Scully cried out as she felt her own hips begin to
respond, loving the feeling of him moving against her, creating an ache that
only he could soothe. But ... it was time for the clothing to be gone. And this
needed to be moved to a different place. She wanted it to last. 

"Mulder...bed...please..." was all she managed to get out, as she felt him
smile against the breast he was so fascinated with.

"Of course...hang on..." he managed, as with a swift move, he lifted her into
his arms. She gasped, wrapping her legs around his waist, loving the way the
action pressed his cock harder against her. It also put her on a level with his
neck. As he slowly began to move them across the room, she began nibbling on
his neck, feeling his cock surge at each motion. She was dizzy with the
knowledge that this was Mulder...her Mulder..and she could incite him to this.
It was a heady feeling.

She gasped as she felt her body suddenly falling backwards, onto a sea of
movement, Mulder coming down right on top of her. It took a moment for the
waves to subside as the waterbed slowly evened out, as Mulder managed to lift
his head to smile down at her. Her gaze had never left his and she was
extremely turned on by their position now. He was between her thighs, pressing
against her center, his head was resting on her breasts, his eyes glazed with
desire. What a beautiful sight. Now, if only she could make this work...she'd
never made love in a waterbed before. Well, life was full of challenges, she
thought as she set her mind to her task.

"Well Mulder...think we can make some waves on this thing?" she asked
breathlessly, heart leaping at the sexy look that came over his face. 

"I think we can rock the house Scully...I'm ready if you are..." he said
wickedly, his hands moving to pull her sweater over her head. She closed her
eyes, and raised her arms, letting him remove the offending garment, moaning
quietly as he quickly dispensed with her bra. 

"So lovely...so very lovely...I wanted to see you in the bar...like this, you
don't know how badly I wanted to pull you down under that table with me, strip
you naked and make you mine..." he managed in a throaty voice.  Scully, eyes
still closed, felt her heart rate speed up at his words, feeling her body arch
towards his instinctively. She cried out as she felt his warm, wet mouth
surrounding a nipple, pulling on it gently. She felt her hips arch up to his,
grinding herself against his cock. He moaned and pushed back down against her.
At the same time, he gently nipped her breast, causing her head to fall back,
and her eyes to fly open with the pleasure the motion caused. 

And saw herself reflected in the mirrors above her. 

The shock registered for only a moment, quickly replaced by an overwhelming
surge of desire as she watched his head moving against her breast, saw the
intimate way their bodies were entwined. She'd never thought of Mulder as
'wanting to watch...' but, she guessed there was a first for everything.  It
was a piece of information she wasn't likely to forget anytime soon. It spoke
of possibilities. She shivered at the thought, gasping then as she felt his
hands removing the rest of her clothing. She couldn't seem to look away from
the mirror, watching his actions with a strange sort of fascination. Her body
was also experiencing the sensation of the waterbed, moving under her with each
move, adding a slow motion rhythm to their lovemaking. Lifting and gently
dropping her, each time bringing Mulder closer to her. It was a fascinating
moment.

"Scully...something caught your eye?" she heard Mulder whisper, as she dragged
her gaze back to his, seeing the knowing smile on his face as he pushed her
panties down her legs and onto the floor. She smiled back at him.

"I never figured you for an exhibitionist Mulder...do you like to...watch?..."
she husked softly, seeing the desire flare in his eyes. She caught her breath
at the smile he sent her way.

"Only if it's you..." he managed, before his mouth swooped to cover hers again,
his clothed body coming to rest fully on top of her naked one. The sensations
of his clothing, rubbing against her sensitive skin was almost her undoing. But
it wasn't enough, she needed more. With a move that sent him reeling, she
managed to throw all her weight against him, feeling him fall to his side
against her, the move dragging her to rest slightly on top of him now. With
another quick motion, she completed the move, straddling his legs as she
finally maneuvered him onto his back. She sat there for a moment, waiting until
the waves receded, and the waterbed settled down a bit, smiling into his desire
filled eyes.

"Turn about is fair play...I believe I told you that once already tonight..."
she managed as her hands reached for his shirt, and with one quick move, ripped
it straight down the front. She felt a desire unlike any she'd ever known come
over her at the look that move produced in her partner's eyes. Unbridled,
animal lust. For her. And, mixed into the fierce expression...love. A love that
couldn't be hidden, or overshadowed anymore. Her heart flew at the knowledge.
She only hoped he could read the same thing in her eyes. With another quick
motion, she pushed the shirt off his shoulders, bringing her mouth down to his
chest, beginning to kiss and stroke him gently. She loved the groans her
actions were producing, each one increasing in volume as she moved further down
his chest. She relished the leap his body took as she gently teased on of his
male nipples. The move sent a shockwave through his body, as he arched up
against her. She caught her breath as the move pressed his cock against her
naked center. She also felt her body suddenly dip as the move shook the
waterbed. It was an incredible feeling!

With a somewhat reluctant motion, she managed to move slightly off him,
reaching for his zipper as she did. She somehow managed to get his pants
undone, and with a tug, pulled them, and his boxers down his legs, letting her
feet push them the rest of the way to the floor. The move caused them both to
cry out as it pushed their naked bodies fully together, for the first time.

Scully felt stars exploding through her head, the feeling of a naked Mulder,
underneath her, spurring her to heights she'd never known. She couldn't keep
still, and felt her hips start moving against his instinctively. She could feel
him, rearing up against her, each move rubbing his length directly across her
center. She cried out as the burning heat of him brushed her clit. Her nails
dug into his shoulders as she gently started moving against him, prolonging
their friction, feeling the bed sway along with them. She cried out again as
she felt Mulder's hands reach up to stroke her breasts, kneading them softly,
then pulling on the tips, sending a sharp blast of pleasure straight to her
center. 

"Mulder..." was all she managed to groan as she positioned herself over him.
She couldn't wait anymore. Foreplay time was over, they'd had plenty tonight.
All she wanted now was to be joined with him, to have him buried so deep inside
her, he'd never leave. She gasped as she reached for his cock, positioning it
against her, feeling the tip slide gently inside.

"Scully..." his whisper paused her for a moment as she opened her desire
drugged eyes to meet his. The expression in them floored her as she noticed his
gaze locked above them. She leaned her head back to see what he was looking at,
then gasped as their reflection in the mirrors hit her. It was the most sensual
thing she'd ever seen. Mulder's long, lithe body, stretched out under hers, his
cock, clearly visible, positioned under her, straining to move. Her own body
bore a flush, poised and ready over his, her breasts heaving as she watched her
eyes glaze over. Then, without looking away or breaking their gaze in the
mirror, she slowly lowered her body onto his, moaning as she watched him
disappear fully into her waiting body. 

"Sculllllleeeeee...." was all he managed to moan before his hands reached for
her hips, pulling her straight down onto him. She gasped as he was fully buried
inside her, filling her totally, completing her. For the first time in a long
time, she felt whole. She felt complete. She felt like a desirable, loved
woman. She liked the feeling.

"Mulder...watch..." she managed as she gently pulled herself upwards, sinking
slowly back down onto him, drawing out each move, making it last, torturing
them both. She continued this way, feeling his hands gently guiding her, but
never forcing her. This was heaven. Her neck was getting stiff from it's
position, but she couldn't seem to drag her eyes away from their reflections.
Mulder seemed to feel the same, as their eyes met and locked in the mirror
again.

"I think I want a different view..." was all she heard Mulder mutter as, before
she could do anything, he flipped her onto her back, still joined with her,
never breaking their rhythm. The move pushed him deeper into her, wringing a
hoarse cry from the depths of her being. She managed to open eyes that had been
closed during the move, feeling the waterbed moving wildly under her. She met
Mulder's gaze head on this time, as she wrapped her legs tighter around him,
pulling him deeper into her. She moaned as Mulder began to move, slow at first,
drawing it out like she had, but then suddenly seeming to lose control,
slamming into her over and over, each stroke hitting just the right spot. She
could barely keep her eyes open, so lost in pleasure was she, but as she felt
her orgasm approaching, she managed to keep them open long enough to see
Mulder's reflection, pushing deeply into her, slamming against her, the bed
shaking around them, the intense look of concentration, mixed with desire, and
love, on his face as he neared his own release. The picture the two of them
made was stunning.

"Mulder...look..." she managed again as she felt herself cresting. She watched
as his eyes opened, his gaze following hers up to the mirrors...locking with
her eyes yet again in their reflections. 

And that was all it took. 
With one final thrust, Mulder sent her flying over the edge, her eyes slamming
shut, a cry of his name keening from her lips as she let her body fly. She felt
Mulder's release as well, felt her inner muscles clenching around him, dragging
out their pleasure. His hoarse cry of her name was music to her ears as she
felt his body collapse on top of hers, his breath as ragged as her own. She
slowly felt the waves of pleasure receded, leaving her with an extremely
relaxed, extremely contented, extremely satisfied feeling in their wake. Even
the waterbed seemed to sense her mood, the waves they'd created gently
lessening by degrees. Mulder's head rested against her breasts, their bodies
still joined. His eyes were closed, a blissful expression on those handsome
features. She smiled as his hazel eyes opened. She felt her smile grow wider as
she saw the amazement, and satisfaction filling her partner's eyes. With
another gentle move, he pulled out of her, immediately reaching to wrap her in
his arms, spooning them together, pulling the covers up around them. Scully
reveled in the comfort, the easiness of his move. It felt right, it felt
natural. It felt like coming home. She snuggled closer, feeling his soft breath
on the back of her neck.

"I guess we christened your waterbed...we did make some waves, didn't we?" she
managed, loving the carefree sound of the laughter that followed her words. He
so seldom laughed, it was a joy to hear, an even bigger joy knowing she'd
caused it.

"That we did...God, that was wonderful..." he managed, his lips brushing the
back of her neck, giving her a warm, content feeling all over.

"Bet you didn't think you'd end up here when you went on stage earlier
tonight...did you?" she asked quietly, feeling his smile against her neck. He
simply pulled her closer, so his words whispered across her ear.

"Not in a million years...but when I saw you ... realized you were
there...well, the night simply got better for me...one of the band members said
they'd never seen me... 'shake my egg' with that much enthusiasm..." he said,
this time, earning a laugh from her.

"I bet...but an egg Mulder? Come on...that's gotta be one boring thing to
play...I mean, I could see you maybe with a guitar...but an egg..." she began,
only to have him cut her off.

"Don't knock the egg Scully...you'd be surprised what it can do..." he managed,
before they both broke into laughter.

"Oh really...well, I guess I'll have to take your word for it..." she managed,
feeling sleepiness overcome her.

"Yeah...you will...you'll also have to take my word for this...knowing I'm not
doped up on anything when I say it..." he began. Scully felt her body
still...wondering if he'd actually say the words she was longing to hear.

After a moment, he did.

"I love you Scully..." he said softly, the words whispering across her ear,
filling her with amazement, then the most overwhelming joy. She closed her eyes
a moment, letting the words, Mulder's love, fill her to overflowing. With a
gentle move, she turned so she was facing him, their bodies still wrapped
together. She could see the love shining in his eyes. Love for her. She
suddenly knew she what it was to be complete.

"I love you too Mulder..." she replied, seeing a tear slip down his face as he
gently leaned over to kiss her. And this time, their kiss was filled with
amazement, and love, as well as a simmering desire. She finally managed to pull
away, snuggling down against him again, feeling him rest his head on top of
hers. 


"So where do we go from here..." he said softly, the words nearly lost against
her hair. But she heard him. She managed to lean up, kissing his neck as she
spoke.

"I don't know, let's just take it a day at a time...things will work out from
there...they always do..." she managed, feeling him relax against her again.

"Scully...my little optimist..." he managed, a wry tone in his voice. Scully
simply smiled and snuggled back against his chest, letting the waves of sleep
drag her down, feeling Mulder drift off too. She'd worry about tomorrow ...
tomorrow. All she knew was that this had been a night she'd never forget. One
of many she knew would follow. 

For the first time, the thought of a relationship with Mulder didn't fill her
with fear, as it had so often before. She wasn't sure why, or when the change
had occurred. Maybe it was being so free, so open, in public. Maybe it was
seeing Mulder, up on that stage, not afraid to expose this other side of
"Spooky Mulder." Maybe it was feeling him under her, around her, inside her.
Maybe it was simply trusting him ...and trusting in her feelings for him, and
his for her. Who knew? But right now, she didn't care. She and Mulder had each
other. And she wasn't going to let anything separate them again. Besides,
having this one taste of him, she knew she was already addicted. The
possibilities were endless.

Now, all she had to do was figure out how to get Mulder to 'shake his egg' for
her. She'd relish a 'private performance...preferably with him naked. She felt
a wicked smile come over her face as sleep finally claimed her for the night.
Mulder had no idea what was in store for him, and his 'egg.' She figured they'd
have a lifetime to find out.


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The End (5/5) 

(Okay, I think that's all on this story for now...it's at a
logical conclusion! Thank you all who sent such wonderful feedback, it's
inspired me to keep writing. Hope you enjoy this last segment, feedback is
worshiped here! Silk1023@aol.com)
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