TITLE: Scully Revealed AUTHOR: Katwoman DATE: 6 April 1998 E-MAIL: kris_harnage@yahoo.com FEEDBACK: As always, I welcome feedback. If I don't get any, I just may never write again! Seriously, though. I would appreciate any and all feedback. Please! I really, really need it! DISTRIBUTION: Sure. Fine. Wherever. Just let me know! RATING: NC-17 CATEGORY: SHR SPOILERS: None KEYWORDS: Mulder/Scully romance SUMMARY: Mulder discovers an ... unusual ... photo of Scully, which leads to some rather ... um, er, uh ... *interesting* revelations about his "straight-laced" partner. DISCLAIMER: They have never belonged to me and never will. Good enough? COMMENTS: I got the basic idea for this story from an episode of "Remington Steele," only I decided to take it further than that show ever did. (It was still a great show, though. In fact, it was my all-time favorite show until "The X-Files" came along!) Anyway, to give credit where credit is properly due, part of this story belongs to the writers of "Remington Steele." The rest of it, however, is mine! DEDICATION: To SNO, for helping me come up with an interesting plot twist for this one. Thanks for having as warped a sense of humor as mine, girlfriend! And to CW, for encouraging me to write more NC-17 fanfic. Hope you enjoy this one, 'lil sis! ************************************* SCULLY REVEALED (1/2) By Katwoman J. Edgar Hoover FBI Building basement office Washington, D.C. Thursday, June 25, 1998 9 a.m. Mulder sat behind his desk agape, his eyes physically unable to blink, staring at the spread in the center of the magazine he held. Suddenly, he heard the click, click, click of Scully's heels coming down the hallway. He quickly shoved the "adult" magazine into the open bottom desk drawer and slammed the drawer shut, just as his partner walked through the door. "Good morning, Mulder," Scully said. As she shut the door, she turned to face him. "How are you to ... What's wrong, Mulder? You look as if you've seen a ghost!" Mulder averted his eyes from Scully and looked down at the file in front of him. He'd never be able to answer her if he looked her in the eye. "I ... I'm fine, Scully," he said. "I guess you just startled me." he thought. He was absolutely staggered. "So, I managed to spook you, huh?" she said, with a slight smirk on her face. "That's a first." Scully walked to the back of the office and placed her attache' case on her table. She then took off her suit jacket, hung it on the coat rack behind her desk, booted up her computer and decided to get to work on some much-neglected case files. Throughout the morning, Mulder kept stealing glances at Scully. He hoped she didn't notice. She did, but didn't make any comments about it. she thought to herself. Several times, Mulder would start to say something to Scully, then stop. He just couldn't get the words out. He was still too astonished to speak. ************************* 10:35 a.m. Scully stood and stretched, which elicited the oddest reaction from Mulder. Suddenly, he bolted from his chair and headed out the door. "I'll be right back," he murmured, before quickly closing the door behind him. He headed straight for the bathroom. Scully thought. She walked over to the coffee pot to pour herself another dose of caffeine. Meanwhile, Mulder was pacing in the men's room, trying to calm himself. His erection was straining against his suit trousers, causing immense displeasure -- well, actually, pleasure, but mixed with discomfort. he berated himself, while pacing back and forth. Mulder was at a loss. He'd been fine when he got to work that morning, but on the way out of his apartment, he'd grabbed the mail from the previous day, which he'd forgotten to pick up the night before. He flipped through it once he arrived at the office and was pleased to find the latest issue of his newest soft-core porn magazine. What he didn't expect to see was a familiar face on the centerfold. The face of his partner. And that look at a naked Dana Scully was burned onto his mind. Mulder was finally able to calm his body and return to the office. he told himself. "Mulder, are you OK?" Scully asked him, as he took a seat at his desk again. "You're acting kind of strange." "I'm fine, Scully," he said. "Just have a lot on my mind." "Anything you care to talk about?" "No!" Mulder quickly blurted. "I mean, no," he said more calmly, "nothing I care to discuss at the moment. Thanks anyway." "Well, I'm here, if you ever want to talk," she said, turning her attention back to her computer. ************************** By the time noon rolled around, Mulder thought he was going to lose his mind. He didn't know if it was the heat, the smell of Scully's perfume or her fitted blouse, but he just couldn't get her out of his mind -- couldn't get the image of her *naked body* out of his mind. he thought to himself. Lost in his thoughts, Mulder hadn't noticed that Scully had crossed the room and was leaning against the edge of his desk, right next to his chair, staring down at him. "So, what's up, Mulder?" she asked, breaking his trance. "Huh?" he said, looking down at his crotch. "You were sitting here staring off into space, lost in your own little world," she said. "You haven't heard a thing I just asked you." "Oh, I'm sorry, Scully," he said, grabbing a file and holding it over his lap. he willed himself. Her close proximity was not helping a bit. "What did you ask me?" "I asked to see the copy of your field report on the Kansas City case," she said. "I'd like to see your input, so I can finish my report." "Uh, um ... ok, let me see if I can find it," he said absentmindedly. He started looking around his desk with his free hand, still holding the file in his lap with the other. "Um ... Mulder. Isn't this it?" Scully said, tapping on the file in his hand. Mulder looked down at the file in his hand, which was clearly marked "Kansas City, Missouri." "Uh, yeah ...," he said, not wanting to relinquish it to her. "Well, can I have it?" "Here," he said, thrusting at her, hoping she'd take it and walk away before noticing his embarrassing predicament. "Thanks," she said. She took the file and started looking through it, never moving from the spot in which she was standing. "Um, Scully?" "Mmmm?" she said, never looking up from the file. "Wouldn't you be more comfortable in your seat?" She raised her head to look at him. Noticing the pained look on his face, her eyes dipped for just a moment. Without comment, she returned to her seat. "I'll see you after lunch," he said, grabbing his suit coat and rushing out the door. ***************************** Scully thought to herself. Scully walked over to the door, opened it, and peered out into the hall. She didn't see anyone, so she shut the door and crossed the room to Mulder's desk. She couldn't believe she was about to snoop in his desk, but she *had* to know what was going on. She immediately opened the drawer he usually kept his "video collection" in, only to find a pornographic magazine lying on top. "Total Skin II" was the ridiculous title. Not surprised, she started to dismiss it, until a headline on the cover caught her attention: "Women of the Government -- Totally Uncensored!" "What the ...?" Scully picked up the magazine and started flipping through it, wondering just who she might recognize. When she reached the centerfold, she thought she was going to faint. She nearly dropped the magazine. "What in the HELL???" Scully was stunned to see *her* head on someone else's body! Her thoughts immediately went to Mulder and The Lone Gunmen. Those three certainly had the knowledge *and* the computer technology to pull off something like ... like *this*. She crossed the room to her purse, pulled out her cell phone and hit No. 1 on her speed dial. ****************************** Mulder was emerging from his cold shower when he heard his cell phone ringing. "Mulder." "Mulder, it's me," Scully said, barely able to control her rage. "Just where the hell are you?" "I'm at my apartment," he said. "What's wrong, Scully? You sound upset." "Don't move a muscle. I'll be right there." The line went dead. Totally bewildered, Mulder decided he'd better get dressed quickly. He did *not* want to confront Scully wearing only a towel. Not in his current state. he thought to himself as he dressed. ******************************** Scully did not pay much attention to speed limits as she drove to Mulder's apartment. When she reached his apartment complex parking lot, she pulled into a parking spot, slammed the car into park, grabbed the magazine off the passenger seat, and tore into the building. She was going to wring his damn neck! Mulder heard a pounding on his door, which made him jump. "I'm coming," he yelled, as he heard the pounding again. He finished tying his dress shoe, crossed the room and opened the door to a fuming Scully. She blew right past him and started pacing, the magazine rolled up in her clenched fist. She finally whirled toward Mulder, "You have some explaining to do, you ... you ..." "Sly devil?" he said meekly, trying to get her to calm down. "PERVERT!" she screamed at him, holding the magazine up to him. "Pervert!?! *Your* picture appears in a porn magazine, and *I'm* the pervert?" "It's not *my* picture -- and you know it! Because *you're* the one who put it there! You and those three buffoon, computer nerd friends of yours!" "Me??? What the hell are you talking about?" "You and The Lone Gunmen did this to ... to ... to pull some kind of sick joke ... thinking I'd never see it!" "Scully, what kind of a man do you take me for? Why don't you just admit the truth? You did something spontaneous, and now you regret it because I found out about it!" Mulder shot back, now raising his own voice. "What!?! You must be out of your mind, Mulder. This," she said, opening the magazine to the centerfold and holding up for him to see, "is NOT me!" "Well, it sure as hell looks like you!" "It's *my* head, but this is *not* my body!" "It sure as hell looks like your body!" "And how would *you* know?" "I've got eyes, Scully!" "Well, you need to get your glasses, because this is *not* me!" she said, holding up the magazine again. Mulder bit his bottom lip, trying very hard not to laugh at his partner. She was already beyond upset -- and armed! "What are you smirking at?" she asked angrily. "Sorry," he said, trying to get serious again. "This is just starting to sound like an X-File, that's all." "Oh, don't *even* go there!" Scully yelled. "This is not funny, Mulder. I'm completely humiliated! I have *got* to get to the bottom of this!" Mulder walked over to Scully, took her by the arm and led her to the couch. They both sat down. "We need to think about this, Scully," he said calmly. "Have ... have you had your photograph taken professionally recently?" "No," she said quickly, still fuming. She then thought for a few seconds. "Wait a minute ... I did have it taken for the University of Maryland's Alumni Journal, but it was at a respectable, professional studio." "I think we've got some investigating to do," Mulder said, getting up and grabbing his suit coat off the chair. "Where is this studio?" "In D.C., just a few blocks from the Bureau," Scully answered. "Well, come on." *********************************** Veenhoff's Professional and Boudoir Photography Washington, D.C. 1:11 p.m. "Boudoir photography, Scully?" Mulder said, pulling the car into a parking space in front of the building. "It's says 'professional' first, Mulder," Scully replied. "My friend Ellen had some boudoir photographs taken here ..." Mulder wagged his eyebrows at Scully and gave her a silly grin. "For her husband," Scully quickly added. "They were private photos she had done for his eyes only -- for his birthday. She just said Veenhoff was a great photographer." "I'll bet he is," Mulder said with a sarcastic tone. "Lucky guy -- interesting sidebar to his 'profession.'" "Would you just shut up and come on?" Scully said, rolling her eyes at her partner's juvenile behavior. Mulder followed Scully into the studio. Veenhoff emerged from the back, but the second he saw Scully, he took off through the back way. Mulder motioned to Scully to go out the front door, then took off after Veenhoff. Mulder chased the guy through the studio and out the back door. He nearly lost him in the alley, but Scully was all over the guy, her gun aimed at his face. "FBI. Freeze or I'll blow it off!" she said, lowering her gun to his crotch, barely able to control her anger. Mulder ran up to her side, holding his gun on Veenhoff. "Put your gun away, Scully, before you do something you'll regret," he said, trying to calm her. "Oh, I don't think I'll regret it," she said, but then put her gun back into its holster. She then grabbed Veenhoff by the arm and shoved him toward the back door of the studio. "Get in there," she said. "You've got a lot of explaining to do!" Veenhoff walked into the studio, followed by Scully and Mulder. he thought. Veenhoff went on for about 45 minutes, explaining how the bills were piling up, his business was going under and he panicked. "I had these nude photos of a women with the body of Venus Di Milo, but the face of Groucho Marx, and then I remembered you," he said, looking at Scully. "You have such a beautiful face -- the perfect look ... elegant, classy. I had no idea you were an FBI agent. I guess the magazine owners must have found that one out. I just sold them your photos, that's all," he said, giving her a pathetic look and meek smile. "That's all???" said Scully. "If you're trying to win my forgiveness by charming me, forget it. You may have ruined me!" "Come on, Scully," Mulder said, feeling a little sympathetic toward the poor guy. "This magazine is not *that* popular. It's not like he put you in 'Playboy' or 'Penthouse.' I don't think this is even a national magazine." "It's not ... it's not," Veenhoff said. "That's why I did it. It has a very small list of subscribers and is only available at news stands and stores in the D.C. area. I *never* thought you'd see it. How did you come about seeing it, anyway?" he asked, looking at Scully skeptically. Scully looked at Mulder, who looked embarrassed. He quickly looked out the store's front window. "Let's just say I have my connections," Scully replied, giving Mulder a sideways glance, but not wanting to further embarrass the FBI by revealing her partner's propensity for smut. Mulder looked back at Scully, once again biting his lower lip, trying his best not to laugh out loud. "So, what are you going to do about this?" Veenhoff asked. "I mean, did I commit a felony or something? I had no idea you were a federal agent!" "Yes, I know you didn't," Scully said, "but what you did is still wrong. You sold my photos without my permission -- I never signed a release -- and that is against the law. You'll just have to wait and see what the judge says." "Does this mean you're pressing charges?" Veenhoff asked, looking positively terror stricken. "Well ..." Scully said, looking over at Mulder, who was giving her a sympathetic look. "Let me think this over. But in the meantime, I want all my proofs and negatives. You haven't done this to any other clients, have you? Tell me the truth!" "No, I haven't -- I swear to God!" Veenhoff said, crossing his heart and holding his hand up. "I only did it to you. You're the best looking client I've ever had." Scully blushed at that one and had no comment. "Well, Mr. Veenhoff, we'll just ask that you not leave town and leave yourself available for further questioning, if necessary," Mulder interjected. "Sure, sir, whatever you say," Veenhoff said. "I'm very sorry about this ma'am. I never meant to cause you any pain or embarrassment." "Thank you," said Scully. "Just remember this. Because if I *ever* hear of you doing anything even remotely illegal again, I will shut you down. You got me!?!" "Yes ma'am!" Veenhoff said, then he looked at Mulder. "She's tough." "You don't know the half of it," Mulder said, giving Scully a wink. Scully tried to ignore Mulder's remark. ************************************ Somewhere in Washington, D.C. Saturday, June 27, 1998 10:32 p.m. Two days later, when the magazine hit the local news stands and stores, Scully dragged Mulder all over the city, making him help her buy up every copy. "Why do I have to do this?" Mulder whined. "This is not exactly how I enjoy spending a Saturday night." "You have to because, in the first place, you subscribe to this smut, and, in the second place, you saw the photo and didn't just come right out and tell me," Scully shot back at him. "What was I supposed to say, Scully?" Mulder replied. "I was so stunned, I couldn't even look at you!" "How could you *possibly* think this was really me?" Scully said, holding up the centerfold once again. "Please. Not while I'm driving, Scully. Do you want me to have a wreck?" Scully blushed and turned away from Mulder immediately. She looked out the passenger window into the dark night. "Are there any other stores on the list?" Mulder asked, glancing over at her. he thought, as he felt himself getting hard once again. He was glad it was dark inside the car. "Just one," she said, still not looking at him. "It's on the way to my apartment. We can stop there before you drop me off." Scully asked herself silently. Her thoughts wandered back to Mulder's actions in the office Thursday morning. He was positively on edge. she thought. **************** Scully's Apartment 3170 W. 53rd Road #35 Annapolis, Maryland 11:13 p.m. Mulder helped Scully carry the boxes of magazines into her apartment. "Boy, did we get some funny looks tonight," he joked with her. "Those store owners must have thought we were a couple of perverts." "Well, they'd be half right," Scully countered on cue. "Ha ha," Mulder said, then turning serious, he asked, "Scully, do you really think I'm a pervert?" "No," Scully answered, with all sincerity. "Just too much free time on your hands, I guess. Everybody has to have a hobby." "So, what's *your* hobby, Scully?" Mulder asked, leering at her. He really *did* want to know. Scully was blushing once again, but did not answer. Mulder had never seen his partner blush so much. He was positively intrigued. he gleefully thought to himself, imagining all kinds of kinky things. "I'll go get the last box," Mulder said, touching Scully's arm, causing her to jump. "Geez, I didn't mean to scare you. Are you OK?" "Oh, yeah ... just lost in thought, I guess," Scully said, a little embarrassed. Mulder walked out the front door, shutting it behind him. she reminded herself for the umpteenth time in the past few days. With that, she went into the bedroom to change. If she was *finally* going to seduce her partner, she wanted to do it *just* right. Mulder brought in the last box and set it on the floor next to the others. "What are you going to do with all of these, Scully?" he yelled to her through the closed bedroom door. "Hand them out at the next family reunion?" "Ha ha, Mulder," Scully yelled back. "Burn 'em, I guess. Why don't you start a fire?" "Isn't it a little hot for a fire, Scully?" "Just do it, Mulder," Scully ordered. She was feeling a little forceful, as if on a power trip. She finally had Mulder right where she wanted him -- in her apartment on a Saturday night, no unresolved cases to deal with, and him positively intrigued ... with *her*. Mulder busied himself with building a fire, while Scully was still inside her bedroom changing. "Um, Mulder," Scully called from the bedroom after a few minutes. "Yeah?" he said, lighting the neatly stacked pile of wood. "Why don't you put some music on?" "What do you want to hear?" "Try the third CD from the top of the rack, track No. 3." Mulder thought as he finished the fire, stood and crossed the room to the stereo. He pulled out the CD Scully asked for and read the cover. It was a CD of classical music. he thought to himself. Mulder put the CD in, hit track three, then hit pause. "You want me to start it now?" he called to Scully. "First, dim the lights," Scully said. "Then, take a seat on the couch." Mulder thought to himself, dimming the lights. He sat down and picked up the remote to the stereo. "OK, all set," he called back to Scully. "Then start the music," Scully said, sticking her head out the bedroom door, a sly grin on her face. Mulder hit play and an almost Egyptian-sounding tune began. As it did, Scully emerged from the bedroom wearing -- of all things -- a belly dancer's costume! It was royal blue and gold silk, adorned with beads and pearls. She wore a sheer gold veil over her face. Mulder's jaw dropped once again. Absolutely beside herself with joy at his reaction, Scully began her dance. She sauntered and swayed, shaking her hips, rolling her stomach and thrusting her pelvis to the beat. She loved the effect it was having on Mulder, who looked absolutely enraptured. Mulder's mouth became arid and his breathing rapid. As he watched Scully dance about the living room, gyrating to the beat, all thoughts of his partnership with her, the FBI -- even the X-Files -- left him. What was left before him was the most tantalizing, gorgeous woman he'd ever seen -- a goddess with auburn tresses, the face of an angel, and a body that would bring any man to his knees. Scully continued her dance, taunting Mulder every once in a while with a silk scarf across his face or a pelvic thrust right in front of him. It was all Mulder could do not to jump her then and there. he thought to himself. As the song came to an end, Scully plopped down on the couch, a little breathless. She picked up the stereo remote, hit stop, then looked over at Mulder. His face was covered with perspiration. "Is the fire making you too hot?" Scully said seductively. "Um ... the fire?" Mulder responded, barely able to breathe, much less concentrate on conversation. "Yes, you're sweating," she said, removing her veil and reaching over to wipe the dampness off his forehead with it. "Uh, Scully ... what are you doing?" "Who me? I was just showing you what my hobby was, Mulder," she said innocently. "I took belly dancing in college. It's a great way to relieve stress and stay in shape." "I'll say," Mulder said, staring at Scully's taut, flat abdomen muscles. Scully got up from the couch, walked over to a box of magazines, picked up a stack and threw all but one into the fireplace. She then returned to the couch, sitting a little closer to Mulder. She opened the magazine to the centerfold, looked at it, then looked at him. "So, you really thought this was me, huh?" she said, carefully studying the look on his face. Her plan was working perfectly. "Well ... I ... um ... er ... yeah," Mulder stumbled over his words. "Why wouldn't I? Veenhoff did an incredible job making it look that way." "Mmmmmm ..." Scully said, getting up from the couch once again. She tossed the magazine into the fireplace, picked up another stack from a box and tossed them in, too. "So, you think I'm a *real* redhead, huh, Mulder?" Mulder gasped at the implication. He looked down at his lap, knowing it was now abundantly apparent what Scully was doing to him -- *and* that she seemed immensely pleased. Finally catching on to her little game, he decided to play along. "Well, why would I think otherwise?" he asked, finally regaining control of his voice. "Haven't you noticed at all how my hair has changed in shades of red over the past six years? With *your* photographic memory, Mulder?" "I just figured you maybe added a tint or rinse, but not that you *dyed* it," he said, standing. He then walked over to a box, picked up a large stack of magazines and threw all but one into the fireplace. He opened it to the centerfold, looked at the photograph, looked back at Scully and said, "Alumni Journal, huh?" "A perfectly legitimate reason to get a photograph taken," Scully said, now starting to get a little embarrassed. "Well, the Alumni are going to *love* this," Mulder teased. With that, Scully snatched the magazine from his hands, threw it into the fireplace and tackled Mulder, landing on top of him in front of the fireplace. "Ha! Big macho man!" she said triumphantly, looking down at him lying beneath her with a shocked look on his face. "You're not so tough. I tackled you easily, and I'm half your size!" "That's because you caught me off guard," Mulder said defensively. Although he loved the position he was now in, his male pride would not allow him to let a woman -- even Scully -- get the best of him! "Oh, I did, did I?" Scully said, now teasing Mulder. "Well, good." She then bent down and kissed him, tenderly at first, then a bit more passionately. When his lips parted, she slipped her tongue in his mouth, probing and tasting him for the first time. It was magnificent. Mulder finally reacted by slipping his arms around her and pulling her closer. Still on a bit of a power trip and pleased that she was finally in total control of her partner, Scully pulled away and sat up, leaning back against Mulder's legs, which were bent at the knee. "Take it off," Scully said, referring to Mulder's shirt. "Feeling a little dominant, are we?" Mulder said, a gleam in his eye. "Don't talk, just strip," Scully ordered, with a flame in her own eyes Mulder had never seen before. "Uh ... I hate to disobey orders, but it's kind of hard to strip with you sitting on me," Mulder said. "Oh, sorry," Scully said, slipping back into her normal mode. she scolded herself. Scully knelt next to Mulder, as he sat up and slowly began unbuttoning his shirt. "Here, let me," Scully said, playfully slapping his hand away. "You're too damn slow!" Mulder, dumbfounded, stopped. When the disrobing of her partner wasn't happening as quickly as she liked, Scully grabbed the front of Mulder's shirt and ripped it apart, sending buttons flying all over her living room. "Hey ..." Mulder began, but Scully put a finger to his lips to shut him up. He kissed it. "I said no talking!" she admonished. "If you're that upset, I'll buy you a new shirt." She then began loosening his belt, which caused Mulder's abdomen muscles to involuntarily constrict. Immensely pleased with herself, she pulled the belt from its loops, then unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans in one quick motion. She then pushed him back down and stood. She took off his shoes and socks, then pulled his jeans off, throwing them into the growing pile of clothes next to the couch. "Nice boxers," Scully said, admiring Mulder's choice of black silk. Mulder just smiled and reached up to pull Scully down to him, but she resisted. "I'm in charge of the seducing around here, OK G-Man?" she said provocatively. "How about a strip tease?" Mulder's jaw dropped so quickly again, he thought it might come unhinged. He could only nod repeatedly. He rolled to his side and propped himself up on an elbow, eager with anticipation. Scully walked over to the stereo, ejected the CD and scanned her rack for the one she needed. After finding it, she opened the CD cover while tossing a glance over her shoulder. she told herself, extremely proud of her brazen actions. She popped in the CD, closed it, fast forwarded to the final track on the CD, then hit play. The sultry sounds of the age-old strip song began, and Scully turned to face Mulder. "Demi Moore, eat your heart out," she crooned, as she slowly began her number. She could have sworn she saw Mulder licking drool from the corners of his mouth. Scully first removed her headpiece, tossing it to Mulder. It hit him right square in the face -- he was concentrating on her so much, he didn't see it coming. Scully stifled a laugh and kept going. She slowly inched down her silk pants, revealing matching royal blue silk panties. She slowly stepped out of the pants, then tossed them to Mulder. This time, he caught them, caressed the side of his jaw with the shimmery fabric, then dropped them onto the floor next to him and continued watching the enchantress in front of him. Standing in just her skimpy panties and a half-top now, Scully pulled out all the stops, knowing the song would soon be coming to an end. She had rehearsed this dance in front of her bedroom mirror many times, anticipating -- hoping for -- this very moment someday, so she knew exactly what to take off when. She enticed Mulder by thrusting out a leg, her toes nearly touching the edge of the throw rug he was lying on, then drawing it back and doing the same with the other. As the song was about to hit the finale, she unbuttoned the two buttons on the back of her top, pulled it off with one swooping motion and dropped it onto Mulder's chest. Mulder lifted the garment to his nose, drinking in the sweet smell of Scully -- a mixture of strawberries and a perfume he didn't quite recognize. Scully finished the dance by plopping down on top of Mulder just as the final note ended. He pulled her down to him and kissed her deeply. "That was the sexiest thing I've ever seen in my life," he told her, when the kiss finally ended. "Even sexier than that?" she said, motioning toward the boxes of magazines. "Of course, especially since you claim it's not you," Mulder answered. "You still don't quite believe me, huh?" she said. "And I thought *I* was the skeptic in this relationship." "Well ..." "Mmmmm ... what can I do to convince you?" Scully thought, drumming her fingernails on Mulder's chest. She got up, walked over the boxes yet again, picked up a magazine and returned to the rug in front of the fireplace. She laid down next to Mulder, opened the magazine to the centerfold and told Mulder to take a good, long look at the photo. "Don't need to," he said, tapping a finger on his left temple. "Photographic memory, remember?" "Well then," Scully said, "wrap your photographic memory around this!" And with that, she slipped off her panties, finally revealing the core of her sexual being. "Oh, OK. I got you," Mulder said, finally getting with the program. "You've got me? Well then, take me!" Scully tantalized, crawling back on top of him. Mulder needed no further encouragement. He reached over and picked up one of the silk scarves lying next to them, then wrapped it around the back of Scully's neck. He gently pulled her down to him, stopping when her nose was barely touching his. He could feel her rapid breath of his face. "Do you always get exactly what you want, Agent Scully?" "Not always, but when I see something I really want, I go after it with a vengeance," she breathed. "And you really want me, as much as I want you?" Silk ... silk around her neck ... words spoken with the sensuality of silk ... his breath as soft as silk on her mouth. It was too much ... she had to have this man -- right now. "Make love to me, Mulder. I've wanted nothing more my entire life." Scully's words hit Mulder with a force that left him breathless. She was giving her love without reservation, baring her soul without regrets. To him, what she was doing was overwhelming. He wrapped his arms around her and gently rolled them over, so that he was on top. "Help me get off my boxers," he whispered. "With pleasure," she said, grasping both sides and forcefully tugging them down. He had her so on edge, she thought she would go crazy before he was finally in her. She could only reach as far as his knees, so he pulled himself up slightly, pulled them down further, then kicked them off. Finally, Scully and Mulder were totally naked -- skin to skin -- so hot, not only from the roaring fire, but from their desire for one another. Mulder bent down and kissed Scully again, then worked his way down to her breasts. He fastened his mouth over her right breast and began to suckle, all the while gently kneading her left breast with his right hand. Potent emotions stirred and moved within Scully, and heat flowed through her veins so hot and thick, she was afraid she might suffocate. She moaned softly. When at last he lifted his head, her eyes were drawn inexorably to his mouth. "My God, you are so soft and silky," he told her. His thumb grazed across her tight nipple and a wash of intense pleasure flooded her. In response, she tightened her hands into fists as a means of reminding herself to retain some control. But he didn't let up. "They taste almost as good as your beautiful mouth," he said. A deep sigh escaped her mouth right before he claimed her lips in a searing kiss that soon had her arching against him in frantic need. His tongue in her mouth incited an urgency in her; his hands on her skin created a fire. She was quickly losing her fight for command over a steadily growing passion. Over and over Mulder kissed Scully, until her hands had unfolded from their fists and were clinging to his shoulders. His back muscles rippled and bunched as his hands smoothed over her skin, raising sensitivity and desire. "Let go of that control of yours, Scully, and let me show you how it can be between you and me." He overwhelmed her with his power. He mystified her with his darkness. And, Lord help her, she thought, but she wanted him! "You are so beautiful, so sweet ... I want to taste you again," he whispered, lowering himself again so that his mouth could find her nipple once more. Sensation flowed, resistance ebbed, desire threatened to take over. With his lips at her breast, he was altering reality, and at that realization, a small cry left Scully's mouth. Mulder muffled Scully's cries with his mouth, devouring her with a deep hunger. He raised her arms above her head, interlacing their fingers. Mind and body, she returned his kiss; her mind spinning, her body pulsing. She found herself shaking beneath him. "It's OK, Scully," Mulder said soothingly. "I would never hurt you." Whether he was talking about hurting her physically or emotionally, wounding her very soul, she did not know. And it did not matter. For she was sure no matter how many more bruises and scars she would receive because of this relationship, it would be worth it. "I know," she finally managed to said softly. "I trust you, and I want you." His breath touched her lips before his mouth did. Yet, when she felt pressure against her bottom lip, she realized it was his tongue running across the fleshy center. Her lips parted for his tongue once again, just as his hand cupped her breast. She inhaled sharply, then felt the strength and warmth of his body press against the length of hers. Mulder knew how to touch. He knew how to kiss. He knew how to make Scully respond, and she did. When he tried to pull his mouth from hers, she brought him back with a hand around his neck. He opened his mouth wider and raked her tongue with his teeth, then began sucking her tongue harder and harder, until her body arched up against him once more. "You're clenching your fists again," he whispered. "Am I?" Scully hadn't even been aware of it. She relaxed and her their hands once again entwined. "There, you see?" Mulder soothed her. "There's nothing at all to clench your fists over. Not yet, at any rate." "M-M-Mulder ..." "Shhh ... it's all right." Scully had no idea what she intended to say, but she knew that she hadn't intended to stutter. She'd have to be more careful. She would have to think first before she spoke. But thought was abandoned when his mouth gently returned to hers. He pulled away, rolled off of her to her side, and said gently, "Talk to me, Scully. Tell me what you want." With that, Mulder's fingers delved lower, through the nest of curls, and lower, to the opening where heat pulsed. "Does this feel good?" "Oh-oh-oh ... yes!" "Good ... good. How about this?" His pressed his finger against the spot that seemed to need his touch the most, and she couldn't believe the feeling that sparked out from a single touch. All she could do was sigh her words, "Oh-oh-oh, Lord, M-M-Mulder!" "And I know that this will feel good." His finger began to move in tiny circles. "Ahhh ..." Scully writhed as the pleasure rose inside of her, like a wave, forming and reforming, gaining power and momentum as it went, looking for a shore on which to spend itself. Then his finger dipped inside her, and his teeth gently closed around a nipple. At the same time, she felt his other hand gently stroke her forehead. There was no help for her. She could only feel and listen. "You're going to do it, Dana. You're going to give yourself completely to me. And when that happens, a whole new world will open for you. And I'll be there, making you feel things you never thought possible, taking you places you never thought existed, doing things to you that you've only dreamed about. I'll never leave you." Pressure here, a slide of his finger across there. A nibble into soft skin, a bite of sweetness, a kiss of urgent hunger. Scully was losing her mind. She was losing control. And she didn't care. She didn't care, because she was on fire, and a force had taken over her body -- passion in its purest and most unyielding form. It was with relief that she felt Mulder slide effortlessly inside her. But the relief only lasted moments, because he began to thrust into her with long, powerful strokes. She clung and moved and cried, but he didn't relent. He was the one with control now, urging her onward and upward, with ever-increasing pressure into her until ... "Mulder!" .. together they soared. ********************************* The two partners -- in every sense of the word now -- made love several times during the night, as the fire crackled and hissed, slowly dying until just burning embers were left. Mulder had started out with complete control, but by morning, Scully had regained control, bringing Mulder to the brink of begging her for release. After she woke, Scully sat up and watched Mulder sleep for a few minutes. Finally unable to control herself any longer, she crawled back on top of him and began rubbing herself against his abdomen, trying to wake him. "You're insatiable," he finally said, slowly opening his eyes. "Yep," she said, smiling. Mulder slowly raised his hand to Scully's clitoris and slowly began rubbing her, eliciting a low moan from deep in her throat. His gaze slowly moved from her pubic hair to her face, and he smiled. "Strawberry blonde," he said chuckling. "Who'd have thought?" "Now do you believe it's not *me* in that magazine?" Scully asked him coyly. "Never again will I doubt you, Scully," Mulder said, pulling her down to him. "Never again." ********************************** FINIS ********************************** "Scully, what are you wearing?" -- Mulder, "WAR OF THE COPROPHAGES"