TITLE: AVALON AFTERMATH AUTHOR: DONNILEE E-MAIL: Donnilee@snet.net WEBSITE: http://donnilee.tripod.com RATING: NC-17 CATEGORY: MSR CLASSIFICATION: POST-EP/FIREWALKER SPOILERS: FIREWALKER SUMMARY: After a month of quarantine, Mulder and Scully put their priorities in order. AUTHOR'S NOTE: This fic is for the Fandomonium Season 2 Smut challenge. That site can be found here: http://fandofanfiction.xffics.com/vss2.htm DISCLAIMER: All characters used from the show, The X-Files are the property of Chris Carter, Ten Thirteen Productions, and Fox Broadcasting. No copyright infringement intended. No money made here. THANKS: To my beta reader, FatCat, who is always willing to jump in on a moment's notice and exercise her claws on my stunted prose. XXXXXXXXXX DANA SCULLY'S APARTMENT GEORGETOWN, D.C. ONE MONTH AFTER MT. AVALON We sat sipping coffee and just enjoying being out of quarantine. A whole month of sweating over every itch and tickle in my throat had left me cranky. I was relieved to be sitting in my own apartment, relaxing with my partner. I'd done a lot of contemplating while I was in quarantine. One of things I'd realized was that I really enjoyed working with Mulder, despite the risks. I was happy and fulfilled investigating the X-Files, even if it meant that a trip to a silent volcano could turn deadly within minutes. I loved my science, no doubt about it. I had to admit though, that sometimes, in the quest for knowledge, we as a race went too far, dug too deep, pushed too hard. Often, we unleashed the unexpected. In this case, a deadly spore that could have killed thousands had it made it into the general environment. "You know, when I joined the FBI, I knew the risks. I mean, I knew my life would inevitably be put in danger at some point," I commented. I wanted to start a conversation. I knew he was feeling guilty over how this had turned out, as if it was all his fault. Mulder looked at me. "Some agents go their whole careers and never draw a weapon," he countered. "Yeah, the ones that work in forensic labs," I shot back. He flashed me a quirky smile and nodded in acknowledgement of my point. "Still, I'll bet you didn't expect all this when you signed up." "All what?" "The weirdness, cases like this. I always thought I'd be more likely to catch a bullet than to die of some virulent spore, but here we are." "Yes, here we are and I'm grateful," I said. "Watching that thing burst out of a throat was not an experience I want to repeat. On the other hand, we survived. We're here now and I'm relieved." "Me too but did you ever think you were cursed?" he asked. I laughed. "No, do you?" "Sometimes. I venture to say that most agents don't run into life and death situations with nearly every case they take." "No, then again, they aren't half as interesting as we are," I teased. "You think we're interesting?" he asked. "Of course. So is our work. I can't imagine doing regular investigations anymore. I'd be bored out of my skull." "Well, we can't have that now, can we?" He set down his mug and reached out along the back of the couch. I was sitting sideways with my back to the armrest. His fingers brushed over my jaw line and I shivered. A soft smile graced his face. "We could have died up there on that volcano, Scully." "I know. I came terrifyingly close." "I know," he said, his voice turning husky. "Way too close." "Goes with the job we signed on for, I guess," I replied, trying to shrug it off. It had been damn close. "It made me realize how much you mean to me, Scully," he said without warning. My eyes found and caught his. "You mean a lot to me too, Mulder. I wouldn't have believed it could happen a year ago, but you're my best friend." "And you're mine," he countered. After a pause he said, "Are there things you really want to do in your life before you die?" he asked. "Are you getting morbid on me again?" I queried. "No, I was just wondering. If you had died up there, what would you regret?" "Not much. I'm happy with what I've done with my life, the choices I've made." "What about the choices you never got to make?" "I don't follow." "There are things that I have dreamed of but never done. Maybe because I'm afraid, maybe because I've never been sure I wanted to pay the price. Then there are other things that I would really regret not doing." "Like what?" I asked, knowing that it was a dangerous emotional question. He leaned toward me, took my coffee mug from my hand and placed it carefully on the table. Then he coaxed my legs down off the front of the sofa. "Mulder?" I asked, as I started to feel a little trepidation. He slid off the couch and knelt in front of me. His hands landed on my knees as he spread my legs. I gasped. "What are you doing?" He didn't answer me, just knee-walked up to the couch. His hands slid around my waist, and cupped my derriere, dragging me toward the edge. I squeaked in an embarrassingly girly way and found my butt perched on the edge of the couch. His hands ran up my back and cupped my shoulder blades. He leaned in putting our torsos against each other. I felt my breasts flatten as he hugged me close. The heat of his body spread through me and I grunted softly. My nipples hardened and I bit my lip to help keep my emotions under control. He always made me nervous when he got close. Nervous but excited at the same time. I didn't know what to do with my hands so they hung lifelessly at my sides, trapped in his embrace. Then his hands were cupping my face and he stared straight into my eyes. "At least once before I die, I want to know what it feels like to kiss these pouty, sexy lips of yours," he whispered. "Mulder! Geez! Where's this coming from?" "I don't know. Maybe I'm just tired of regrets. Maybe I'm tired of worrying that one day all my chances will be gone." "That's not going to happen," I said, my voice sounded weak, even to myself. "Neither of us can say." He leaned in and I couldn't find the energy to push him away. Alarm bells went off in my head. It wasn't that I didn't want to kiss my partner. In fact, that had been the subject of numerous daydreams since the day we'd met. The problem was my fear of losing myself to someone as strong and magnetic as Mulder. He was like a force in the universe. To be in his orbit was dangerous. If I let him know my true feelings, it could lead to an emotional disaster the size of a black hole. I took a deep breath and prepared to tell him we shouldn't do something just because we could. I never got the chance. As soon as my mouth opened, his lips covered mine in an open-mouthed kiss and his tongue darted out to brush over my top lip. The heat and moisture of his raspy tongue sent tingles all through me. A second later he was kissing me passionately. I realized very quickly that my rational self was going to have no say in the matter. My brain had taken a vacation and my body was in charge. Every nerve ending seemed to come alive. He pulled back finally and said, "Let's feel alive, Scully. Let's make love, remind ourselves what its like to really live." My hands landed on his shoulders, taking note of how much bigger and broader they seemed when he was this close. "We shouldn't do this just because we can," I said, as I vocalized my main reservation. "I care about you, Scully." "I know. I'm just not sure that's enough." He closed his eyes. "I love you, Scully." "Oh God! Don't say that just to make this happen!" I begged, as my tears threatened to fall. He shook me just enough to get my attention. I glanced at him and he looked hurt. "I'm not some high school kid telling you what you want to hear just to get in your pants, Scully. Do you honestly think that I would use you that way?" He stared at me and I saw the truth in his eyes. He did love me. Our near death experience had just brought home how tenuous life could be. He didn't want to let the opportunity pass by. I thought about what I would feel like if he were to be killed; devastated for sure. Would I have regrets? I realized I would. I would regret not telling him how I felt. I would regret never kissing him, never making love to him, never feeling that alive with him. Mulder's passion could be overwhelming, but I suddenly realized that I didn't care. I wanted to be overwhelmed. I wanted to have someone else make this decision for me and allow me to experience it. It had been a long time. "Say yes," he coaxed. "Yes," I whispered. XXXXXXXXXX NC-17 PORTION XXXXXXXXXX That was all I needed to hear. I stood up and took her hand, pulling her behind me as I made my way to her bedroom. It felt presumptuous and at the same time, not. She'd said that magic word; yes. We were practically making love with our eyes by the time we managed to shed all of our clothes. I pulled her to me and slipped my hand down over her ass and let my fingers slip between her legs, playing with the delicate hairs there. She moaned as I brushed my fingertips lightly over the crease at the top of her thigh. I laid her back on the bed and descended upon her, kissing her deeply, not wanting to give her a chance to change her mind. My cock rolled up and over her mons and then dipped down into her wet pussy lips and teased her entrance. I pulled back, stroking up over her clitoris again and making her buck her hips. I lifted up on my hands and looked down, letting my eyes travel along her firm legs and flat stomach, up over the soft mounds of her breast. I leaned down to suckle an invitingly hard nipple and she moaned. I moved up to nuzzle her ear and kiss her neck. Her arms stretched and her hands found my ass cheeks, giving them a squeeze. She muttered, "Oh God, I've always loved your ass." That startled a laugh out of me but then I went to the other breast and teased that nipple for good measure. I licked and suckled until she moaned from the sensations. She reached down between us and palmed my aching shaft. I'm fairly well-endowed although not huge. However, I looked enormous in her small, white hand. It dredged up yet another groan as she stroked it from hilt to tip and then spread my precum over the sensitive glans. I was so hard it felt like I would snap. I couldn't believe how excited I'd gotten so quickly. "Scully, please. I promise I'll do all the fun stuff another time, but right now, I really need to be inside you." "Yes, please!" she hissed, then guided me back toward her entrance. I paused. "Do you have a condom?" I asked, suddenly realizing I hadn't even given it a thought. She shook her head. "No, but I'm on the pill to control my periods. Go ahead. I want to feel all of you. God, do it." I've never been one to argue with a naked lady, and I certainly wasn't going to argue with a naked Scully. I was overjoyed. I pressed gently at first, her outer lips pouting around the head and coating it in her warm juices. I pushed further and there was a hesitation. She was so tight, and I didn't want to hurt her. She took a deep breath and I felt her muscles relax. I began to sink inside her as her nether lips stretched wide over my shaft as I slid slowly inside her. I was slightly embarrassed when I realized that I was trembling. When I looked at her flushed face and saw the eager anticipation shining in her eyes, my insecurities fled. I leaned forward, pressing gently as my cock slid into her. Slowly and deliberately, I eased my way all the way down her tight tunnel until my balls pressed against her ass. That seemed to set her off. Her hips pressed against mine in a plea for movement. I stuck with the slow, easy thrusting, feeling more pleasure than I'd felt in a long time. Why had I waited to do this? I'd been so afraid of her rejection. I also knew it was dangerous to fall in love with your partner. In hindsight, I could see that I never really had a choice. I was meant to be with this woman and that was all there was to it. We kissed, explored with our hands and reveled in the feeling of coming together. "So right, feels so right, Scully," I groaned. "Yes, oh God, right there, Mulder." It wasn't long before I felt my felt my balls boiling with cum. I sped up a little, and ground against her once embedded. A few more strokes and she let out the lowest, sexiest moan I think I'd ever heard. She was coming in hard, spasming waves on my shaft. Her hips shuddered against mine. I began to shake with the effort of holding back. I held myself at maximum penetration, loving the feel of her small tunnel as it squeezed and milked me. I growled my approval and couldn't hold on any more. My release burst through me, the sweet pressure of her muscles milking me had tipped me over the edge. XXXXXXXXXX END NC-17 PORTION XXXXXXXXXX We lay exhausted and still entwined. "Love you, Scully." "Love you too, Mulder." I felt tears sting my eyes and I blinked rapidly. She gave me a sweet, close-lipped smile and I kissed her again, gently this time. "Let's do our living together from now on. What do you say?" I asked. She brushed a lock of hair off my forehead, her eyes shining with love and acceptance. "Sounds like a plan to me." THE END.