The Abridged New Addition
by: Nicole van Dam
lone_jaguar@geocities.com
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Someone gets their holiday wish...

Fox Mulder and Dana and Margaret Scully belong to Chris
(who-wouldn't-meet-my-sister-so-she-had-a-
coffee-with-the-guy-who-played-DPO-and-sold-a-movie-and-a-CD-to-Nick-Lea
(true story)) Carter <phew!>, 1013 Productions and FOX Broadcasting. No
infringement is intended... Sure, take me to court... I'm sure they'll
believe you when you say I stole someone named Fox...

HOWEVER: This story contains contact between the main characters that will
never be displayed on the show. Soooo... This IS an NC-17 story... I'm
warning you now, so you won't flame me into the next dimension.

This is kinda new, kinda altered... LOTS more sex... ;-)
"Plot? We don't need no stinking plot!" --The Dragon
NC-17 (in case you missed the aforementioned warning)

Comments, suggestions and flames are always welcome. Though, I should add,
the flames will be used for various things. Warm my house, roast weenies,
toast marshmallows (even if I don't like them that much) and well . . .
amuse me because I love fire. :-)

Enjoy.

For Heathers... <g>
Xxxxxxxxxxxx

Annapolis, Maryland
8:00am

The sound of the alarm clock tore through the silence in the bedroom like a
knife. Dana Scully slowly opened her eyes and closed them again to shield
herself from the bright sunlight that slipped through the blinds. She
almost fell back asleep if it hadn't been for the relentless buzzing of the
clock radio. Reaching out an arm, she switched the alarm off; dropping back
against the pillow.

She knew she had to get up. She had so much work still to do, but she
really just wanted to stay in bed. God knows she tried to finish it on
Saturday, but things kept popping up. Her mother needed her, she had to do
this, she had to do that. Then, the day was finished before she knew it.

She decided she was going to make herself get up and use the day to finish
me... scratch that... *their* paperwork. She started to lift herself, and
when she was about halfway to a sitting position, a pair of arms tightened
around her waist and pulled me back down.

"Don't get up," the soft voice mumbled, snuggling its body around hers.

Dana smiled at the comment and closed me eyes at the pleasant feeling the
warmth caused. She *really* didn't want to get up...

"Mulder, I have to," she explained, moving her left arm so her hand covered
his.

"But it's Sunday," he complained, placing a soft kiss on the back of her
neck. She shivered at the touch of his soft lips. Fox turned her over and
rose up on his arms, straddling her hips. He smiled down at her. "Why
can't we spend the day here? You know... a mental health day?"

Scully leaned up to him and caught his mouth in a kiss. Mulder pushed his
tongue passed her lips and the kiss soon transformed from chaste to lustful
in a matter of seconds. Their tongues fought playfully in each other's
mouths; feeling out familiar territory. Fox brought a hand to her back,
partly to support her and partly to press her closer to him. After a few
moments, he rolled over onto his back, pulling Scully over him to make it
easier for himself. She chuckled softly and kissed his chin; moving slowly
along his jawline. When she reached his ear, she took it into me mouth and
nipped at it; her tongue dancing around the edges. Mulder moaned and held
her to him tightly; pushing his hips into hers. Dana let his ear go and
pressed her lips to his jaw.

"As nice as this is Mulder," she said softly. She kissed him lightly. "I
still have to get up."

Mulder groaned and dropped his head and hands.

"And so do you."

"Why?" he asked, looking up at me. He looked at me like the 10 year old
kid who was never picked for the street football team.

"Because you're helping me with paperwork." She pushed herself off him and
rolled off the bed, internally cursing the bedroom's cold air. She
straightened the t-shirt she stole from Mulder's drawers a while back.
"I'm taking a shower," she told him. "I expect you to be up by the time I'm
finished."

"Need some help?" He grinned at me when she turned around.

"Then I'll never get the work done."

He raised his eyebrows. "That's the idea."

She ignored him and turned to the bathroom. "Get up, Mulder." The door
was closed and Mulder fell back down onto the bed; covering eyes with his
hands.

********

Scully was still smiling when she stepped under the hot spray of water. It
had been... oh... about three months since they admitted their feelings for
each other and decided to pursue them. It had been a mixed blessing. They
had to be extremely careful as to how they acted in public. No hand
holding, no chaste kisses... nothing. They couldn't express anything out
in the open per chance that they were being watched. And if they were, and
whoever was watching them found out, they would be out of a job... or a
life.

Still, it seemed to be worth it. Neither of them could imagine living
without the other. They had been through more together than most married
couples. It almost seemed like they were married anyway. They sure fought
like a married couple.

The cold blast of air that rushed past her skin startled her, but the pair
of warm hands on her shoulders eased them as soon as they had tensed. She
closed her eyes and sighed; feeling the tiny kiss behind her ear and the
pounding of hot water on her chest.

"We'll be fine you know."

Dana smiled faintly and nodded. "I know." It was so unnerving. He could
always tell what she was thinking. It was even scarier now since he hadn't
even been in the same room with her.

They had been doing fine so far. During a case and at the Bureau, it was
business as usual; it was too important to jeopardize their jobs. If they
were lucky, they'd be able to at least stay in the same room in a hotel,
but even if that was done too much, *someone* would get suspicious. Hence
the reason why they always requested adjoining rooms, if they could.

Mulder's hands trailed down her sides, smiling lazily at the tiny gasp that

came from his partner. He wrapped his arms around her waist and hugged her
against him. His lips touched her neck and Scully closed her eyes, tilting
her head to the side, giving him better access. His kisses moved around to
the front, underneath her chin and he felt her hand reach up to the back of

his head. She moaned softly; it was barely audible over the water, but
Mulder felt it through his lips. He kissed trailed back up to her ear
where he licked around the edges. Dana turned her head, capturing his lips
in her own. He parted his lips and her tongue slipped inside his mouth,
exploring the already known areas. And every time she did, she found
something new, something undiscovered.

He pulled back suddenly and her eyes opened. He smiled. "We need to get
going on that paperwork," he said.

She let out her held breath. "That was not very fair."

***********

They dove into the paperwork as soon as breakfast was finished. Scully's
living room was laden with white paper; over the table, the floor. The
only place that wasn't covered with paper was the couch... where they were
sitting.

"Mulder," Dana said, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose. "I
don't believe you filed for a rebate on sunflower seeds."

Mulder looked up from the file in his hands; his glasses teetering on the
edge of his nose. "What?"

"Come here," she told him, waving a hand at him. Mulder put the file down
and shifted over to her side of the couch. "Look. Right there." She
pointed the spot out for him, but his eyes only succeeded to look at her
chin... her neck... the valley between her breasts that was revealed by the
top of the button down shirt that hung open...

"How do you explain that?" she asked, but Mulder didn't hear her. He
nuzzled the juncture of her neck and shoulder lightly, taking in the scent
that radiated off her skin. "Mulder..." He touched his lips behind her
ear and nipped at the sensitive area. She whimpered softly and closed her
eyes.

"This isn't fair..." she said, tilting her head to the side. He backed her
gently against the pillows that rested against the arm of the couch and
straddled her hips. The requisition in question dropped to the floor as
her hands found his waist; his lips moving to her neck. She whimpered
again. "Not fair at all..."

When his lips finally made it to her mouth, Dana thrusted her tongue
between them; lifting her head to deepen it. Mulder groaned and brought
his hands to the side of her face; his thumb stroking her cheek gently.
The spontaneous display of affection was interrupted abruptly by a knocking
at the door.

"They'll go away," he told her, kissing me neck. Scully agreed silently
and grabbed the end of his t-shirt and pulled it up so she could reach her
hands underneath. Her fingers trailed over his back and moved to his
jeans, slipping between the denim and skin.

She pulled away and looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "No underwear?"
she stated.

He grinned, concentrating on the rise and fall of her chest. "Guess you
could say I was planning this..." Mulder nuzzled his lips between her
breasts and stuck his tongue out to leave a cool trail from there to her
jaw where he continued to nip at the skin.

"You're a slave to passion, are you?" she asked. She tightened her hands
on him and pulled his hips into hers. Fox groaned at the sensation and
began to rotate his hips against hers slightly. Her head dropped back
against the pillows with a quick expulsion of breath; exposing the white
expanse of her neck. Mulder was quick to take advantage of the opportunity
and kissed it.

He chuckled. "Judging by that reaction... I'd say you were too."

The door knocked again.

"You said they'd go away," Dana said quietly, finally ridding him of his
shirt. She ran her hands over his chest until she got to his jeans.

"They will," Mulder told me, spreading her shirt open. He smiled. "Maybe
if we make a little noise..."

She returned the smile with hazed eyes and unzipped his pants. "You mean,
if *you* make a little noise..." With those words, she reached into his
jeans and wrapped her hand around him. His eyes closed at the feeling and
he moaned; his hips jumping forward involuntarily. She stroked him slowly;
teasing him by letting go for a few seconds.

"Scully..." he breathed, moving his hips back and forth, keeping with the
rhythm of me hand. "Oh... God..."

"You want me to stop?" she asked, halting her ministrations.

He looked at her and reached down to press her hand to him. "Don't you
dare."

She smiled and put a hand on his chest; pushing him away from her. He
looked at her with a frown until he realized what she wanted. He laid back
against the side of the couch, letting her move over him. She bent forward
and trailed light, feathery kisses down his chest and stomach; letting her
hands explore everywhere else. Reaching the top of his jeans finally, she
slid her fingers underneath and tugged at them until he lifted his hips so
she could slide them off. He watched her move between his slightly parted
legs and lower her head. He could feel her breath and the heat from her
mouth around the place he wanted it most. She brought her tongue out and
trailed it from the base of him to the tip; causing his hips to jerk
upwards. As soon as he calmed, she lowered her mouth to engulf him.

There was no way he could have stifled the moan at all. His hips pushed up
involuntarily, bringing him deeper into her mouth. She felt his thighs
tense under her hands; hearing his continuous humming noise. His head
twisted back and forth on the arm of the couch as she moved up and down;
her tongue paying special attention to the small nerve on the underside of
his arousal.

His hand came down and touched the side of her face. Scully reached for it
and held it off to the side. She raised her head and swirled her tongue
around the tip, lightly nipping at him with her teeth. Fox cried out
softly.

"Sc... ohhhh... ohhhh... my God..."

She pulled on him more, adding more suction, adding more pleasure; her
tongue swirling around and around.

"Unh... Scully... You're... killing me..." She smiled at the urgency in
his voice; each plea coming louder and louder. He was riding very close to
the edge. "Scully... ohhhh, God..." She put more weight on her hands,
pushing him into the couch and pulled harder and harder, daring him to fall
over the edge. She wanted him to, so very badly. His hips moved in synch
with her; his breath becoming more and more laboured. She pulled him
deeper into her mouth and fingered him with a free hand.

"Dana... ahhh, God..." He began pumping his hips faster and pushed the
back of his head into the pillows. She increased her speed, pressure, and
suction, taking him further and further away from the world and into her
mouth. His mouth hung open and a long moan came from him. "Oh, God,
Dana... I'm gonna... ahhhhhh..."

The door knocked for the third time. "Dana?" the voice behind it said.

Scully froze; her eyes flying open and growing wide. She looked up at the
door. Mulder raised his head and looked up at her; his eyes dark.

"What is it?" he asked, partly worried, but mostly frustrated that she had
stopped when he was so close to release.

Her eyes flicked to his. "It's my mother," she said. "She won't go away."

He couldn't believe this. "What?"

"Dana?" Margaret Scully's voice came again. "Are you okay?"

Scully expelled a breath in disappointment and dropped me head. "God..."
she groaned, bringing a hand to cover her eyes. "I don't believe this."
She stepped off the couch slowly and looked at her partner with sympathetic
eyes. "I am so, *so* completely sorry," she said. "Later, I promise."

Mulder closed his eyes and shook his head. "Your mother has the worst
timing of any person I know."

Dana smiled and moved to the door, buttoning her shirt on the way. "Wait
till you meet my brothers..."

Mulder grabbed his jeans off the floor and put them back on; groaning as he
did up the zipper. He reached for his shirt and pulled it over his head
and sat back on the couch. He smoothed out his hair and picked up a file
from the floor and opened it on his lap; using it to hide the obvious. He
looked over to Scully and nodded to her, telling her he was ready and she
could answer the door.

Scully took a deep breath and opened the door with a smile. "Mom," she
said. "What a surprise."

Margaret came in cautiously; an eyebrow raised. "Are you okay?" she asked.
"It sounded like someone was in pain."

<No kidding,> Mulder thought. <That would be the man on the couch with the
outrageous hard-on...>

"Oh, hi, Fox," she said. "Was it you? Are you okay?"

Mulder swallowed and cast a glance at Scully. "Uh... Yeah, I ah... banged
my leg on the coffee table." He smiled sheepishly. "I was being a baby
about it."

"So, mom," Scully said, walking toward the couch. "What are you doing
here?"

The elder Scully looked at her daughter. "We had arranged to have brunch,
remember?"

"She's already eaten," Mulder said from the couch.

Dana glared at him and looked at me mother's puzzled expression. "I'm
sorry, mom... I forgot."

"Is there a problem?" Margaret asked. She looked at Fox sitting on the
couch, watching the conversation. "Why doesn't Fox come?"

Scully smiled at the man on her couch. "I was wondering that myself," she
said. To which, Mulder started coughing violently.

Her mother frowned at the reaction displayed by her daughter's partner and
finally thought that there may be something going on that she could be on
the edge of discovering. And this thing made me believe that it was going
to make her a very happy mother. There was no doubt in her mind that the
excuse Mulder had said about him banging his leg on the coffee table was a
cover because the sounds she heard from the hallway were definitely not
those of someone in pain.

"Ah... Sure, I'll go," he said finally, casting a playful glance at Scully
that promised a rebuttal later.

Margaret smiled, not only at his acception, but at the look. "Great," she
said. "I'll just visit the bathroom and we'll be off."

Dana smiled as her mother brushed past her and disappeared around a
corner. As soon as she was gone, Mulder stood from the couch and wrapped
his arms around her. He pulled her body tightly against his, making sure
she could feel his desire for her and kissed her furiously. She responded
in kind, letting him take the lead as her arms found their way around his
neck.

"This brunch is going to kill me," he mumbled into her throat.

"Can't you think of something else?" she asked with a smile on her face.

Mulder hummed softly into her ear, taking a deep breath. "Not when you're
there, I can't."

***********

Margaret Scully looked behind her to make sure neither of the partners
could see her and peeked around the open bedroom door. She smiled as she
found exactly what she had hoped. The bed had been left unmade and, she
gleefully noted, both sides had been slept in. A quick scan of the room
lead her to a few discarded pieces of clothing: a neck tie, a men's
business suit, and a pair of boxer shorts.

She turned and headed back to the living room to see the two of them
chatting about something that obviously didn't concern her because they
silenced themselves as soon as she came around the corner.

"I was thinking, Dana," she said. "You two obviously have a lot of work to
do here. Why don't we take a rain-check on the brunch for some other time?"

Scully cast a glance at Mulder and back to her mother. "Are you sure?
Because it's okay if you want to go."

Margaret smiled at her. "No, no," she said, giving her daughter a hug. "I
don't want you two to get behind in your work." She smiled at Mulder.
"Nice to see you, Fox," she said. "I'll see you later."

With that, the elder Scully let herself out of the apartment and shut the
door. Dana turned to the man sitting on the arm of her couch; a smile
slowly making its way across her face. The same expression was crossing
his; his eyes growing dark. He stood slowly and walked toward the small
redhead, feeling his heart pound in his chest. She had never looked so
desirable than right then, the danger having passed. And those glasses...
God, those glasses... they were enough to make him come right there...

Dana's arms reached up for him as he approached and wrapped around his
neck. Mulder encircled her waist with his and lifted her off the floor;
touching his lips to hers. Scully giggled at the sudden loss of her
footing and smiled into the kiss; parting her lips almost as soon as his
had made contact. He thrust his tongue inside her mouth; feeling her legs
wrap around his waist. He continued to move forward, trying to find the
wall that he knew wasn't too far behind her. Her hands came to his face;
trying to deepen the kiss; loving the feel of his tongue duelling with
hers. The solid presence of the door against her back wasn't much of a
surprise. Mulder frowned slightly, thinking that the thud of the door was
louder than he though it would have been, however, while he was there, he
reached for the deadbolt and locked it.

**************

It was not only the thud against the door, but the click of the lock that
solidified the theory. Inadvertently, it also caused a satisfied smile to
spread across Margaret Scully's face as she pushed herself away from the
wall and headed to ten o'clock mass at church... She figured she needed to
give some thanks for her Christmas wish...

**************

With a quick look out the peep hole, Mulder leaned into his partner.

"She heard us," he mumbled, nipping at the skin around the base of her
neck.

Dana hummed, pushing her hips into his. "God forbid," she replied. "I
guess we'll have to kill her."

She could feel his chuckle as he leaned back to look at her. "We're not
killing anyone until I'm finished."

"Well then let's get a move on, agent Mulder."

Fox lifted her from the door and started toward the bedroom. "Yes,=
Ma'am..."

They didn't make very far before clothes started to drop to the floor.
They made it to the couch... about 5 feet away.

"God..." Scully breathed against his lips. "If we don't get to my bedroom
fast, I'm going to have to take you right here."

Fox chuckled. "I've got no problem with that." He pulled at her shirt,
too lazy to unbutton it.

Dana smiled. "Let me try," she said. Mulder backed away slightly,
watching her take the lapels of the shirt in her hands. In one swift
movement, she yanked the shirt apart, sending the buttons flying.

Mulder laughed. "That's my girl," he said. "No concern for clothes." In
an instant, he moved in on her, and started kissing his way to her breasts.

Scully ran her hands through his hair and tilted her head back. "Doesn't
matter," she replied. "It was your shirt."

Mulder stopped suddenly and looked up at her. "You little harpy." Scully
laughed at the small smile that played at his lips. "You'll pay for that."

Dana smiled seductively. "How do you suppose I do that, agent Mulder?"

Fox advanced on her making her step backwards; the two of them getting
closer and closer to the bedroom.

"Just scream my name loud enough, and that should cover it."

Dana smiled and took his face in her hands. Pulling him down to her, she
pressed her lips against his, opening her mouth to him. Mulder devoured
her, pulling her into him. He hummed softly, reaching his hands down to
her firm ass.

"You've been working out," he murmured, flexing his hands.

She smiled against his lips. "Only with you, Mulder... Only with you."

Fox chuckled and moved his hands to the backs of her thighs, lifting her up

to him. He carried her the last few metres to her bed, laying her gently
onto the covers. He knelt beside her, leaning down to kiss her again.

Neither wanted to waste any more time. The time spent on the couch was
enough preliminary foreplay for them both. His hands roamed her body of
their own accord. Their texture teased her to no end; running along her
stomach, over her breasts, only to catch in the waistband of her jeans.
Leaning up gently, he touched his lips to hers, quickly moving them along
her jawline to her ear where he stayed for a moment. Feeling his teeth nip
lightly on the sensitive area behind her ear, groaning, her back arches,
pushing herself into him.

Dana felt herself wet and suddenly the jeans were no longer comfortable.
She shifted her hips, letting him know she wanted them off. This he
obliged to readily. Her hips lifted, allowing him to pull of the jeans and
the underwear underneath it. Moving up again, he pulled the straps of her
bra down, revealing her breasts to him. She saw his eyes darken and his
mouth descend--

"Oh, god..."

Her back arched, forcing him to take more of her. Her hands reached around
the back of his head, holding him there. A minute later, he removed her
hands and slowly moved lower, his tongue escaping every so often which
causes a low moan from her. Her eyes closed so her body could concentrate
on the feeling and the feeling only.

Her breath shortened when she felt him arrive at the curls under her navel
and waited for him to continue. The cool blast of air from his mouth on
her centre surprised her and she jerked slightly, her eyes opening and
looking down. Just as their eyes met, his mouth lowered and her head
dropped back again. God... that feels so good...

His tongue swirled around her clit, never touching it. Her hips moved,
undulating slowly. Scully felt his tongue pass over the centre of her
pleasure and she jerked slightly, a moan escaping her lips. A second
later, she felt his finger push into her. It felt different, but wonderful
and she immediately demanded more. A second finger joined the first and
started moving ever so slowly. In and out. In and out.

"oh... my god..."

His tongue flicked over her clit and she sucked in a quick breath. He
repeated it then, flicking his tongue over her again and again and again,
driving her wild. Her hips moved against him, feeling herself build higher.

"oh... oh... god, yes..."

She moaned and touched her fingers to the side of his face, letting him
know she was coming, but he knew and stopped before she could tumble over
the edge. His fingers remained inside her and he moved them slightly. She
opened her eyes and stared down at him. She looked upset, but he knew she
loved to be teased. He knew that she knew it made it all the better at the
end.

Diving back down again, he ran his tongue around his fingers inside her and

around the small bundle of nerves she so wanted him to go again. When he
touched her clit, she almost rose to where she was before. He took me
there and stopped again, before she could come. At this time, god, she
wanted it so badly. But he kept doing it, bringing her up and holding her
there until she rolled back down again.

"God... Mulder, you're killing me..."

He smiled, knowing she was enjoying it even though she didn't say she was.
She didn't need to. After a good ten minutes of teasing her mercilessly,
he finally took her clit into his mouth, fastening his lips to her, and
started to suck... slowly, evenly.

"oh, god... oh, yes...yes... god..."

His fingers started to move again, in and out slowly, as he sucked on her
with more pressure. God, she felt like she was dying, it felt so good.
His teeth nipped lightly and she cried out at the shot of pleasure that ran
through her. She was right there. She was right on the edge and she
wanted to fall over. He knew this and continued to suckle her clit. Her
hips moved with him and her hands reached around his head, making sure he
wouldn't get away this time.

"oh... oh, yes... oh, yes... yesss... oh god..."

He finally grabbed her clit between his teeth, pulling at her. She fell
over the edge crying out, grinding her hips against his face.

"Mulder! Oh... Mul-derrrr, ahh god...."

God, it felt like it was going on forever and he kept suckling her, taking
her as far as she'll go.

She finally stopped, feeling herself contracting around his fingers through
the aftermath. Pulling himself up, he kissed her long and deep. She could
taste herself on him and she loved it, running her tongue through his
mouth, trying to take it all.

When they pulled away, the both of the were breathing heavily. Dana looked
down at Mulder who was watching her; gauging her reaction. When he saw the
look in her eyes, a shot of pure arousal drove straight to his groin.

"That was sufficient payment," he said, lying beside her.

Scully stifled a laugh. "For you, or me?" she breathed. Fox smiled.
"Mulder, that was amazing."

He kissed her temple lightly and her eyes closed again. "Ready for another
round?" he asked.

She stopped breathing for a moment, causing Mulder to raise himself up to
look at her. Dana smiled lazily at him. Her eyes dropped to his groin,
then back up to his face. Mulder's eyes darkened considerably, as did hers
and they suddenly closed, feeling her strong hand around him.

Fox moaned and tried his absolute best to stay still; his hips quivering
slightly. Moving her hand not even an inch, Scully leaned over him and
toward his ear. The sensation of her heated breath on his skin sent
shivers through him, consequently raising his arousal level.

He felt her tongue trace the outlines of his ear. "I want you to come for
me, Mulder," she whispered. "I want you to yell my name." She paused,
waiting for the request to sink in. "Will you do that for me?"

Her face moved within his point of view, her eyes a vivid blue. Her hand
was still, everything except their hearts was motionless as she waited for
him to make the next move. In a split second, his mouth was on hers, his
tongue invading her mouth, memorizing each curve, each nook, over and over
again. She gripped his erection in her hand, feeling his long groan
vibrate through his lips into hers. Her hand started to move, back and
forth, slowly stroking him. His hips shifted with her, moving himself in
counterpoint to her hand. He moaned again and moved his hand down,
searching her out. Her top half was crushed against his chest, the bottom
half on the bed. Mulder's right hand trailed down her side and found her
wet centre. Dana gasped against his mouth when his finger found its way to
her and ground her hips into it. A minute later, they tore away from each
other, gasping for air, their hands still occupied.

"Dana... oh, yes..."

Scully removed her hand from him, eliciting a long groan from him, and
lifted herself to straddle his hips. He helped her move over him, his
hands supporting her hips. Reaching down, Dana guided him into her and
sank slowly, until their hips met. They groaned and stilled; silent.

After a moment, Scully opened her eyes to find Mulder watching her
intently. She smiled slightly and leaned forward, causing another moan.
She planted her elbows on either side of his head; resting her forehead on
his.

"Feeling this good should be illegal," Fox said softly. He rested his
hands on her hips and shifted his own.

"Mmm," Dana agreed. "I've got handcuffs..."

Mulder smiled and brought his hands to either side of her face. He kissed
her soundly. "We can do that later," he replied. "Right now, I've got a
request to fulfill..."

Fox moved his hands to her breasts, running his hands over them. Scully's
eyes closed and she backed up slowly, lifting herself into the sitting
position. Mulder brushed his thumbs over her hardened tips. She moaned
and started undulating her hips against his; her head falling back.

"Oo... Scully..."

"Oh, God, Mulder..."

As the need increased, so did their urgency. Mulder removed his hands from
her breasts, moving them to her hips. His eyes closed and he started to
move his hips with hers, countering each thrust. Scully leaned forward
again, managing to allow Mulder to touch with her centre of pleasure every
stroke. Her hips started faster, the constant contact a driving force.
Bending down, Dana kissed Fox's chin, his neck, his lips, all the while
moving and moaning.

"Mulder..." she whispered. "Oh... Mulder..."

Her partner's need sky rocketed at the sound of her voice and he flipped
her over swiftly, bracing himself on his arms. He pushed himself farther
inside her, his leverage now exceeding hers. He could feel her internal
muscles twitching slightly, which alerted him of her coming orgasm.

Running his hands down her sides, Fox lifted her legs around him, urging
her to encircle his waist. She complied readily, not really caring either
way.

He groaned and closed his eyes as she took him in as far as she could. He
was buried all the way inside her slick body and the heat radiating not
only from her skin, but from the intense look in her eye, caused his
logical mind to sublimate. His hips jerked, starting to move in a long and
slow stroke. He heard his partner moan from underneath him and he gazed
down at her, making sure he was doing all the right things. The look of
pure ecstasy on her face, told him what words would not have been able to
explain.

Mulder slipped in and out of her in an increasing pace, elicited only by
the sounds from the women beneath his body. A guttural moan escaped him
and his speed rose still. Scully's hands gripped his forearms like a vice.
She hoped this would let him know she liked what he was doing and she
wanted more of it.

He understood.

Fox leaned into her, kissing and licking her face as his hips worked a
frenzied pace. He moaned again at the reciprocation he was receiving from
Scully and lifted up from her again to concentrate on his own actions.

"Dana... ohhhh, god, Dana..."

He slammed his body into her, not caring for anything at the moment but his
lover and his release. He felt the beginnings of Scully's orgasm, her
tight muscles contracting against him. This sent him over the top. A
long, deep moan dragged itself from his mouth as he reached a hand between
them, feeling out his partner's pleasure centre. The small cry from her
lips told him he'd found it and he wasted no time in rubbing it, tugging
it, anything that would conclude her climax before his own. If there was
anything he wanted more, it was to oblige to her request. And if he was
going to do so, he wanted her to hear it.

"Mulder... oh god, oh god.... oh... yesss..."

She shifted her hips with him, seeking out more friction. He gave it to
her without hesitation. Mulder's fingers worked her frantically as he
tried, not without much trouble, to hold his own release back. He could
feel her contract against him, sending his release diving for the door
outside. Scully cried out his name, bucking her hips against him, his own
movements dragging her orgasm to its ultimate limits.

Mulder knew he was glad somewhere in his mind that he had pulled that off,
because there was no way he could stop himself after that. Holding her
hips in his hands, Fox thrust into her wildly, without rhythm, without
cadence, but not without desire and lust.

"Oh... Dana, oh god.... yes... yessss..."

Scully delighted in watching his face when she came down from her height.
She loved to see his expression, his vulnerability; knowing that all in
all, it was she that was causing such passion to radiate from him. He
didn't last long, however. His hips were a blur, driving into her heart
and... if only... he could get... that... certain angle...

"Ah, yes... oh, yes... Danaaaaahhhh.... oh... oh... yes.. god..."

He spent himself inside her. Thrusting only a few more times until he
descended back to reality. He collapsed over her, panting, searching for
breath. Dana closed her eyes, placing a hand at the back of his head and
stroking his hair gently.

"Oh, man," he said, rolling off to lay next to her. "I think I saw God."

Scully chuckled. "Well that's good. You were calling his name enough=
times."

Mulder leaned over her, touching his lips to her own.

"Thank you," she whispered.

Mulder raised himself up only enough to look her in the face. "Anything
for you," he replied.

She smiled, kissing the tip of his nose. "We still haven't finished our
paperwork," she told him.

"Tell you what," he said. "We'll handcuff ourselves together so we can't
ever get away from each other."

Dana frowned. "What does that have to do with the paperwork?"

"What paperwork?"


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THE END =97 for sure, this time...
September 1, 1997
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