TITLE: F IS FOR FOREPLAY AUTHOR: DONNILEE E-MAIL: DONNILEE@SNET.NET RATING: NC-17 WARNING: Descriptive sex. Smut warning. CATEGORY: MSR KEYWORDS: ANGST/MULDER POV DISCLAIMER: Nope. Not mine. Used shamelessly and without remorse. They belong to Chris Carter, Ten Thirteen Productions and Fox Broadcasting, and god knows who else, but not me. SPOILERS: Nope. SUMMARY: Scully gets hit on by a rude fellow pathologist and spills the beans to Mulder, prompting him to try to make it all better. AUTHOR'S NOTE: I looked in four dictionaries! And do you know that the word "foreplay" was not in any of them! Wasn't in there spelled as "fore" or "for". Weird. I didn't think that was slang. Anyway, it came from somewhere! We Americans love to combine words to make up meanings that make no sense and have no connotations to anyone but us! Apparently this is one of those words. On a funnier note, the word "Fuck" IS in the dictionary with a fairly lengthy definition. Go figure. However, I thought F is for F - - K would be a little much! Even for me! THE NEW LEXICON WEBSTER'S DICTIONARY - Fore (of personalities) in public eye, conspicuous // (of money) ready and available 2 : adj. placed in front, forward, advanced, the fore edge 3 : adv (naut) in or towards the bows [O.E.] (for, four) prefix, in front // beforehand, in advance // anticipatory {O.E.] Play (plei) n. movement or activity, esp. quick or unconstrained, // activity or exercise performed for amusement (cf. WORK) // freedom of movement, scope, // (games) manner of playing // a maneuver in a game, etc. // a turn to play, in a game // a dramatic stage performance // the written or printed text for this . . . . to make a play for, to use various wiles in an effort to win the love, admiration, interest, etc. of (someone) [O.E. plega] F IS FOR FOREPLAY PART 1 (NC-17) I jumped as my partner came flinging her little body into the office, slamming the door behind her. In a huff she turned to me and spouted, "Tell me why the hell I decided to go into fucking forensic pathology! Please, I need someone to explain what possibly made me think that was a good idea!" I stared at her for a moment trying to formulate a response. Obviously the autopsy had not gone well. "Well, so that your superior scientific skills could be used to back up legalese of criminal investigations," I dead panned. I didn't really know what she expected me to say, if anything. She stared daggers at me. "Sorry," I mumbled. "That's O.K." I decided to try a little levity. "Scully, did you just say 'fucking'? Just to clarify." She let out a huge exasperated sigh and her shoulders slumped. "I'm sorry Mulder, I shouldn't take it out on you." I could see the corners of her mouth twitch despite her best efforts to stay worked up. I loved it when I could humor her out of a bad mood. It wasn't often I got the opportunity and then I usually mucked it up. "Why not? I asked you to do the autopsy." "Yeah, but you didn't know that butt head, Carl Fruche was going to insist on helping." "Fruche? Sounds like a fruit loop." "He is, complete and utter fruit loop. Boring, socially retarded, condescending, annoying ... pathologists are weird, downright creepy, you know?" "Whoa. Whoa. Why don't you tell me what happened?" "That sniveling little weasel hung over my shoulder the entire time, trying to tell me how to cut and where to cut! I finally elbowed him in the ribs so hard he doubled over in half." I chuckled. "You didn't!" "I did, but that only made things worse. When he asked what that was for, I told him that he was standing way too close and he had bad breath and B.O.!" "Oh, Scully, you were in rare form today, weren't you? I understand how annoying people like that can be, but honestly, you usually handle idiots like him better than that. What's really the problem? There's got to me more to this." She scrunched her lips together for a moment and stared at me, finally releasing her breath again and looking at the floor. "Damn you, Mulder. How do always know?" All right, now I'm stumped, but she obviously thinks I have some uncanny ability to detect something about her. And I have no intention of disabusing her of the notion. It was just a lucky guess and something kind to say. I guess I hit a nerve. Although it's true that I can usually tell when she holding something back. She doesn't lie to me but she doesn't always share the entire truth either. The Queen of Omission, I call her secretly in my own head. I stand and walk over to her, stopping about a foot and a half in front of her. For once, I don't invade her space. After the afternoon she just had that would probably be a colossal mistake. Even I know that. I lower my voice so as not to build her agitation. Little psychologist trick that works very well with her even though she probably knows exactly what I'm doing. "Do you want to talk about it or should I just leave you alone?" She sighs again and then looks up. I am surprised to see wetness swimming in her eyes. My partner hardly ever cries. I mean, I know she must cry sometimes but I have rarely been privileged enough to see it. Not that I enjoy watching her cry, but I would be honored if she would trust me enough to be vulnerable like that with me. Only following a couple of extremely traumatic experiences has she allowed this to happen. I carefully place my hands on her shoulders, not applying any pressure. She doesn't flinch or pull away. I'm amazed. I expect her to straighten her spine and turn on her heel at any moment, issuing her patented, 'I'm fine, Mulder.' But she hasn't yet, so I take a half a step into her and look down, catching her eyes. They are still swimming in liquid, blue as the sea, but she hasn't let the tears fall yet. I take a big risk with my next question. "Do you need ... I mean ... do you want a hug?" Her eyes widen almost imperceptibly and then an amazing thing happens. She nods her head in the affirmative. It is so slight I almost don't see it, but my jaw drops open at the sight of it. Before she can change her mind I slide my arm around her waist and pull her up tight against my body, one hand directing her head to my chest. Oh, man, I love this. Holding Scully. I've gotten to do it so seldom. And then she's usually traumatized. She's pissed now, but not traumatized and I have her permission. She gave me her permission to touch her! Red letter day, Mulder, better mark your calendar. I can hear her sniffling slightly and her arms wind around my waist under my suit jacket and squeeze. I am helpless to stop the shiver that runs through my body and I know she felt it. But she doesn't pull away. This is getting more amazing by the minute. I sense that she doesn't want me to talk. And she isn't ready to talk yet, so I keep my mouth shut and nuzzle her silky hair with my cheek. The razor stubble I have acquired by this time of the afternoon snags in the fine hairs and messes it up a little out of its perfect daytime, FBI, G-woman, combed flat coif. I love her hair when she just lets it air dry, no straightening, and no blow dryer. It curls around the nap of her neck and falls in soft waves around her face. Her cheek nuzzles my chest and a little hum comes from the back of her throat. "Hhmmmmm, you're warm." I really am trying to keep my cool here, but what the hell? I blow a sharp breath out through pursed lips as another shiver crawls down my spine. "Yeah, getting warmer too." I mentally kick myself in the ass for that remark that will probably end this little cuddle session. But she surprises me. She starts to chuckle. "What so funny?" I ask the top of her head. "You and your innuendo." "Oh." She is obviously a little wired because she starts to laugh a little harder. The sound brings a smile to my face at the same time my ego is smarting. Obviously she is laughing at the idea that my innuendo would ever work on her. Not that I wouldn't love for that to happen, but I've never been stupid enough to think I could come on to her like that and have it have any effect. She must sense my disquiet, or else I stiffened, I'm not sure which, because she leans back away from me enough to tilt her head up to look at me. She is no longer pressed against me, but she keeps her hands on my waist. So I keep my arm on her waist, and the other hand slid from her hair to her shoulder. She always wants to see my face when she's trying to figure something out. Apparently, I must show everything on my face, because she can usually read me like a book. But one thing I don't wear on my face is how much I love her. That I wear on my sleeve, if she ever took two seconds to notice. She is staring at me intently. At least I have diverted her attention from the weirdo in the medical examiner's office. "Mulder, what is it?" I open my mouth and close it again, not sure what to say? I'm being a total baby, Scully, that's what's wrong. She prompts me again. "Mulder?" "It's nothing, Scully." "Why are you lying to me?" I am hit with a sudden wave of emotion and feel my jaw muscles cringe in an attempt not to get teary. She sees it of course and one of her hands flies to my face and cradles my cheek. I am helpless to stop myself from turning my face into her hand and trapping against my shoulder. My stupid voice comes out a whisper, "I just ... made a big deal out of nothing in my head for a second, that's all." She won't stop looking at me. "I don't believe you." Damn! She's like a dog with a bone sometimes. "All right. I was hurt that you laughed at my comment. I know I joke around with you Scully but I'm not juvenile enough or stupid enough to think you would ever take me seriously. I don't do it because I think it will work." "Work?" I look at her. "It's my way of ... defending myself I guess." "Defending yourself against what?" "When things feel too heavy between us, I joke to relieve the strain." She is peering at me now. "Mulder I wasn't laughing because I thought your joke was lame or because I would never be interested in you." My eyebrows shoot up at this. "Then why ... " "I was laughing at how ridiculous it was that you would want to come on to me. As if I could make you 'warm', so to speak, in the way you meant it." Now it's my turn to peer at her. "Can you really be that ... " "Be that what?" "Why wouldn't I want to come on to you?" "This conversation is getting weird, Mulder." "Answer me." She looks exasperated as though explaining things to a little kid. "I'm not your type, Mulder." Her eyes dart away from me when she says that and she squints a little, taking a breath. Does she think that? And does it hurt her? Does she care? She pulls out of my arms and steps back and walks to the space near the door to the office. "What the hell are you talking about, Scully?" She looks back at me, totally serious now. "Your type, Mulder. Tall, brunette, big boobs and legs up to their necks." She says this with an acidic tone in her voice. "Where did you get that idea?" I'm truly puzzled now. Has she been sneaking a peak at my porn videos. A lot of them are a brunette but it's just a coincidence. If there were redheads in porn flicks, I'd be buying them, but there aren't many, trust me. I know. I've looked. She looks away again after a moment and swallows. "Two names, Mulder." She pauses. "Diana." Pause. "Phoebe." She nearly spits their names out. I can't help cringing at the way she spits it out. "I am not remotely interested in either of those women, Scully." Now she barks out a sarcastic laugh. "Yeah, that's why I saw you in a lip lock with Phoebe in that fucking hotel, and holding hands with Diana in this very building. Come off it Mulder. I only look this way." "Look this way?" "Stupid! I only LOOK stupid, but I'm not Mulder, so quit trying to dance around this or boost my ego or whatever the hell you're trying to do with comments like, 'It's getting warmer, too!' Just stop it. It's insulting sometimes!" She's on the verge of tears again and I have no idea how this happened. O.K. She is right about one thing. I dance around the subject of women but not for the reason she thinks. Obviously my involvement with these women upset her. I never realized this. It never occurred to me that she would give a damn. Could she have been jealous? No way! "Scully, I have way too much respect for you to intentionally insult you. You have to know that. Besides, you're my best friend for Christ's sake! Why would I ... " I ball my fists and shake them, gritting my teeth and taking a deep breath. Don't yell. Do NOT yell at her. She deflates suddenly. "This is stupid, Mulder. I don't even know what we're fighting about. I guess I'm just feeling crummy because that little weasel came on to me and it just ... SUCKS SO BAD ... that those are the only kind of men that ever hit on me!" "I'll kill the bastard." The venom in my voice makes her head snap up to my face again. She sees the sincerity there, my outrage and crinkles her brow. She is totally puzzled by it. "No you won't. I took care of him." "What did he do to you?!" I'm nearly shouting again. Get a grip, old boy. "He laughed when I insulted him and insinuated that I wasn't pushing him away because he annoyed me or smelled, but because he was making me all hot and bothered by standing so close. Then he made some asinine comment about 'Pathologists do it with instruments' and I almost yakked." "How do men become such incredible assholes?" I ask. She looks at me funny. "It's a rhetorical question." She smiles at that. Good, she's smiling again. "So, I told him he was full of shit and then he grabbed my ass." "He WHAT! How dare he disrespect you like that?!" She continued as if I hadn't spoken. "So I spun around and kneed him in the balls. He dropped like a stone. While he was writhing on the floor I calmly asked him to leave when he got enough wind to stand up and ambulate. Needless to say, he did." "Even I couldn't get away with grabbing your ass. What would make him think he could?" She laughs now. "Even you?" I look at the floor. "Not that it hasn't crossed my mind." We are back to bantering and it feels good. If I ever see Fruche, he'll lose more than his balls. I don't want to make things tense again. But I can't get the earlier part of this conversation out of my head and I know I won't until it's resolved. She's set off a fire storm in my brain with those comments. I feel my smile fade as I tumble all the possible implications of what she has said. She sees the look. The look that tells her I'm about to get serious again. "What now, Mulder?" I step into her and she tips her shoulders back. There is no place for her to go. Her back is against the wall, literally. "I want to hold you again, Scully." She shakes her head in the negative. "It felt ... really good." Her mouth drops open. "Don't do this, Mulder." "Do what? Don't want to hold you, or don't tell you what I want." "Don't feel like you have to make a pass at me just because I'm feeling low and unattractive." "I told you before, I have way to much respect for you to insult you like that. I know you well enough to know that pity is the last thing you would ever want from me." Her eyes close and her head tips back exposing the long column of her neck. My hands go to wall on either side of her head and her eyes snap open. "Mulder, the hug was nice, but you don't need to do this." "I want to do this." "Why? You want to comfort me? You already did. Thank you. I'm glad I told you and got it off my chest. There! Are you happy now. I'm fine, Mulder. I was just a little pissed off there for a minute. Let it go now." "I don't want to let it go." "Why? This is ridiculous!" She puts her hands up to my chest to push me away and I slide my arms down and band them around her waist, trapping her against me. She gasps. "Mulder, let go of me!" I don't know what the hell has gotten into me, but I'm not letting her go until I make one thing clear. I slide my hands up to cup her face and press her body against the wall with my chest. I hold her there until she looks me in the eye. "That's right. Look at me. Listen to me. Two things. I've made mistakes with women. Lots of them." "Mulder..." "Shhh, let me finish. Just listen to me for once. You think you have me all figured out but you don't and I'm not letting go of you until I tell you something." She breathes heavy a couple of times and then sags in defeat. She knows she can't overpower me physically. I rarely use any kind of force with her. So if nothing else, she knows that my use of force indicates that this is super important to me. "O.K., say what you have to say." I feel the tension drain out of me. She is going to listen. I can also feel the heat from her body. I gently move my chest against hers and feel her nipples harden against my chest. She gasps. "Mulder?" Holy shit, I just felt an incredible surge in my groin and I bite my lip to keep it from quivering. I am grinding my words out because I know I have to talk fast or the moment will be lost, but I'm fighting how aroused I am. "I am NOT attracted to those women. I might have been when I was young and dumb, but I'm not anymore. You saw things that you misinterpreted. Phoebe played me for a fool and I have nothing but contempt for her mind games. I didn't want to believe it but Diana betrayed me too. You were right." Her eyes widen at this admission. I have loosened my grip on her face but kept my hands there. "And even though she helped you to save me in the end, I'd lost all respect or care for her by then." I was breathing hard now. "Scully, what I felt for them, the two of them put together, is NOTHING compared to what I feel for you." She presses her lips tightly together, curling them in and starts shaking her head like she can't believe what I'm saying. Or she doesn't want to believe what I'm saying. Or she's AFRAID to believe what I'm saying! Could that be it? Oh God. "Don't shake your head. I'd never lie to you about this. It's too important to me. I might not have told you a lot of things, but I've never lied to you about how I feel about you or anything else. You KNOW that." She had stopped shaking her head and is just staring at me. "You aren't exactly forthcoming in the emotional department either, Scully. But that doesn't mean that I don't want you to be. That doesn't mean that I don't want to know, and share those things with you." She is starting to pant a little. "Don't be scared. I'm not going to hurt you. I'm just keeping you here until I'm done." She nods and her breathing visibly slows down. "I'm glad you care, Mulder. And really, I don't know why I said those things. I have no right to say those things. I have no hold on you. It's none of my business. " "Yes it is. It is all your business. Everything about me is your business, because I want it to be. Because I have nothing to hide, not from you." She is chewing on her full bottom lip now trying to rein in her emotions. I stare at her mouth and become fascinated with it, feeling myself get fully erect, despite my efforts to focus on sharing this part of me with her. But it's all connected. All of this. I can smell her citrus perfume and that smell that is just Scully and it is driving me wild. She stops chewing her lips when she realizes I am staring at it. I lift my eyes to hers. "I have nothing to hide from you," I say quietly. "Nothing. So is there anything you want to know? I'm feeling very generous right now. Right now, I promise to tell you the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth about anything you ask me." She has gone still and is blinking rapidly and licking her lips. I hope she is deciding on a question. I meant what I said. I will answer her truthfully. So she will have to deal with the consequences of that. I'm about to find out just how much she really wants to know. When it comes down to the wire, does she really want to know what's in my head? I wouldn't blame her if she didn't. It's a scary place to be sometimes. My mind is like a bad neighborhood, you really don't want to go there alone. She takes a couple of quick breaths as if gathering courage. I put my hands back on the wall. I am bent at the waist, bending down so we are eye to eye. "Tell me the truth about ... why did you want to hug me again." Her eyes dart away again as if she's afraid of the answer. "Do you really want to know? Are you sure?" "You promised you'd tell." "Then look at me." She slowly turns her head back and locks her gaze with mine. I can feel the tension coming off her body in waves. O.K., Scully, be careful what you ask for, you may get it. I bend my head so my lips are near her ear. "Because it was turning me on the first time." Now she does gasp. Her voice is small. I've never heard it this way before. She looks down, "No, no, that can't be true. You like them. You're just saying that to boost my ego. You like brunettes. You like..." "I like you." I breathe into her ear and she shivers. Fuck this. Words aren't cutting it. I step back and pull her with me. She seems startled but goes along. I lean on the edge of my desk, bringing myself down to her height. I spread my legs and put my hands on her waist and pull her in between my thighs. "Mulder, what?" That's all she gets out before I slide my hands onto her ass and pull her tummy tight against my erection. I'm throbbing so hard now it's almost painful. "Oh God," is all that eeks out of her mouth. I grind myself into her slowly but firmly, letting her feel my entire length press into her soft belly. I raise one hand and cup the back of her neck, pulling her head toward me and whisper into her ear again. "Does that feel like pity?" "Oh!" "Scully." "Wha-what?" "I only get hard like this for you. Only you." We both shivered that time. I grind out between my teeth. "You drive me crazy! And you think no one comes on to you because you're unattractive? They don't come on to you because they think you're out of their league, Scully. You're so fucking beautiful, sexy and smart, most guys don't think they stand a chance. They think that you'd never look at them that way, as a romantic interest. So why bother even trying? Why make an ass out of themselves?" "How would you know that's what they think?" "Because that's what I think." "Oh, Mulder ... " I let me lips brush the shell of her ear. Just having her this close and pliable in my arms was exciting me to a dangerous level. But I couldn't seem to stop myself from continuing to tempt fate. "But that doesn't mean guys don't want to be with you. It doesn't mean they aren't turned on by you." She knows I'm talking about me. "It doesn't mean that, given the opportunity, they won't hold you and hug you. Even though it's torture sometimes to have you that close and not kiss you. It doesn't mean that they don't go home every night and fantasize about what it would be like to drive you crazy with foreplay and make love to you all night long." Oh God, did she just whimper? "It doesn't mean that if they thought for one minute you wouldn't push them away, they wouldn't try to ... try to ... " Her arms chose that moment to drape over my shoulders and her weight fell onto my torso, crushing her breasts into my chest. I groaned, deep and low in my throat. I couldn't help it. I didn't even mean to say it out loud but the end of my groan turned into words. "Aaaaawwwww, God, Scully, awww, oh God, I want you so bad." My body has a mind of it's own sometimes and I ground my hips into her again. She tried to stifle a moan but I heard it anyway and her head tipped back. She'd been silent all this time. My tongue darted out and licked her behind her ear. She squeaked. But now I'd tasted her skin and I had to have more. I opened my mouth and sucked on the tendon on the side of her neck, then licked my way down to her collar bone. She didn't stifle her moan this time. It was loud and clear and my whole body started to tremble at the sound of it. "Mulder, we can't ..." I lifted my head and pulled her into me, slanting my mouth over hers before she had time to object. Holy shit, she tasted so sweet, like oranges. Her lips were smooth and soft. I poked my tongue at her teeth and slid it around her gums, first on top, then on bottom, asking to enter. I felt her shudder and her mouth opened. My tongue raced inside and began exploring the roof of her mouth, the inside of her cheeks. I lapped at her tongue and rolled it around mine. She moaned into my mouth and started kissing me back. Christ, I was almost delirious now. My head was swimming, not quite able to comprehend that this was Scully in my arms, kissing me. Kissing me with hunger and desire. I was going to explode in a minute. One hand was on the back of her neck. My left hand snaked down her thigh and scooted under her skirt, sliding up the inside of her left thigh. She was wearing thigh high stockings! That thought made me dizzy. How many days had she been wearing stockings under those demure skirts while I sat across the office from her never knowing. I didn't wait for permission this time but slid right up to her juncture and rubbed my fingers against the crotch of her panties. I could tell by the feel that they were cotton, not silky, and they were soaked. God help me! She was wet, really wet! I grunted in surprise and heard her answering whimper. She broke the kiss, panting and looking at me with desire swollen eye lids. Her lips were bruised from our kissing, her pupils were wide and black. I'd never seen anything this sexy in my entire life. She was breathless but managed to force out, "We are in ... the office ... Mulder ... we can't ... " "I don't care." I slid two fingers under the elastic of her panties and slid them inside her. Hot! Tight! Dripping wet! "Sweet Jesus!" she shouted and her head fell onto my shoulder. I began to thrust them in and out and started kissing her neck where it meets her shoulder. The hand that was on her neck slid down to support her body across her back and hold her up. I slipped my thumb inside her panties and began circling her clit. I could feel it, hot and swollen and slick with her fluid. I couldn't believe I was doing this to her. Scully! This was Scully and I had my fingers inside her! And she was whimpering and repeating, "Oh, oh, oh, oh," like a mantra each time I slid my fingers into her and circled her little bud with my thumb. She was boneless in my arms and my brain still hadn't caught up with my body. I lifted my lips from her neck and began murmuring to her softly. My voice was so hoarse with desire, I barely recognized it. "Ahh, Scully, you're so beautiful. I can't believe I'm touching you like this. It's unreal. You're so sexy. I've wanted to touch you for so long." She is moaning steadily now. The sound is making me feel like I'm going to explode. "Oh yeah, Beautiful, let go for me. I've got you. I want to make you come, Scully. I want to see it. Let me see it." I dropped my head and sucked her nipple into my mouth, right through her shirt and bra. I swiped my thumb firmly over clit. Once. Twice. Three times. And then it happened. Her legs went taut, her back arched, and she ground her mons into my hand, bucking forward. She shouted my name. "Mul...Mul...Muullddeerr!" I had to release her breast to keep her upright as her vaginal walls began clamping around my fingers. Her 'Oh' mantra turned into 'Oh God!' after my name. She looked me in the face, eyes wide with amazement. "OhGod, OhGod, Muullddeerr, Ohhh, Gooodddd!" Her beautiful face and chest were flushed pink and her yes rolled back in her head. Her mouth was wide open sucking in gasps of air. She fell forward again and I could feel her thighs quivering against my hand and wrist. I just held her with her cheek laying on my shoulder while she recovered, trembling slightly with aftershocks. We were both panting now. I was in shock. I had just made Dana Scully have an orgasm. A pretty good one too if I'm any judge. And she let me do it. Right here in front of my desk. Of course, Mr. Verbal Prolific that I am, I couldn't think of a thing to say right now. So I just held her. I did slowly remove my fingers from between her legs and she gasped slightly, her fingers digging into my shoulders. I brought my fingers to my mouth and licked her tangy juices until my fingers were clean. She watched, looking fascinated that I would do that. I tilted my hip up to pull my hanker chief from my back pocket and became aware again of how painfully hard I was as I rubbed against her. I grunted with the discomfort. She looked down as I pushed her back away from me slightly and bunched her skirt up around her waist. I released her waist to hold her skirt up with one hand and gently slid my folded hanker chief into her undies from the top. I slid down and gently wiped her, trying to get the bulk of her wetness cleaned up. I removed it, folded it over gain and reached in one more time. She was staring again as if fascinated and gasped again at my touch. When I was finished, I shoved it back into the pocket of my jacket which I still had on and tugged her skirt down. I was taking my time with all this, delaying the moment when I would have to talk. I finally looked up at her, and felt suddenly awkward and a little shy. Shy! Me! I was afraid of her reaction. This was my partner, Dr. Dana Katherine Scully. Volatile, unpredictable, Scully, who always kept me guessing. I knew I'd made her feel good but that didn't mean she wouldn't be angry when it hit her what I'd done, right here in the office. Or that she wouldn't blame me somehow for getting swept away in it, or think I'd taken advantage of her vulnerability. Oh God, I hope she didn't think that. I watched as a tear slipped out of the corner of her eye and scudded down her cheek. "Scully! I didn't hurt you, did I?" I wiped her tear with my thumb and kissed her cheek softly. She shook her head, smiling. "No silly, that was just so sweet!" "Sweet?" Her orgasm was 'sweet'? That was less than a ringing endorsement. Not really the effect or response I was hoping for, but at least she wasn't telling me to go fuck off. "Yeah. Cleaning me up like that. No one's ever done that before." Oh, that! I smiled a shaky smile at her. "So..." She smiled back. "So..." "I don't know what to say now," I blurted out in my nervousness. She chuckled a little, leaned forward and kissed me softly on the lips. "I think I owe you one." "Scully, don't feel like you have ... don't worry about that. I just ... wanted ... Holy Shit! I can't believe you let me touch you like that!" I knew I looked like a stunned idiot but I couldn't help it. She laughed at that, shaking her head as if she couldn't believe it either. "I can't believe you just made me come without removing a stitch of my clothing." I wiped a hand over my face, shaking my head too. I was slightly embarrassed that I was so overwhelmed by this situation. I was also perversely pleased with myself. I felt 16 years old. Having her away from my body was calming my arousal to a tolerable level but I was still fully erect. We were both silent for a moment. Her voice was sultry and low when she finally spoke. "Not to leave you hanging or anything, but I'd rather pay you back somewhere else." I looked at her incredulously. "Scully!" "Those fantasies of yours ... " I looked away, biting my lip. Oh yeah, I'd mentioned those, didn't I? Shit. "Yeah?" "Where were we?" "What do you mean?" "Where were we when you were making love to me in your fantasies?" I looked at her again. "Scully, I shouldn't have told you that, I ... " "I'm glad you did. Where were we?" "In my apartment." I couldn't look at her so I stared at my shoes. "Where?" "In my bed." "Not on your couch?" I peeked at her sideways. She had a wicked grin on her face and the infamous eyebrow shot up. I emitted another nervous chuckle. "No, Scully, you're too good for my couch." I looked at the floor again. Her hands were on my face, lifting my head. She locked her eyes with mine. I was breathing quickly again. She moved in slowly and began kissing me again. My hands went to her waist and I started kissing her back. She broke the kiss before it could deepen and slid her cheek along mine until her mouth was at my ear. I shuddered as her breath wafted around my ear. Then I felt her lips smile against my ear. "Take me home with you." "Oh God, Scully. You don't have to ... feel obligated to ... " "I want to." I clutched her to my chest. "Are you sure?" "Yes." I was panting now. Oh my God, was this really going to happen? "I'm not um, taking this the wrong way am I?" I had to ask. "I mean, are you saying ... what I think ... you're saying?" "What do you think I'm saying?" "That you want ... to ... be with me ... " I paused. I was having trouble getting this out and I felt kind of stupid, but I really didn't want to screw this up. Deep breath. "Are you going to ... let me ... make love to you?" I felt the smile again. "Hopefully we'll make love to each other." "You're kidding!" "No, I'm not." She pushed away from me and walked over to get her laptop and briefcase. She threw her jacket on, leaving it unbuttoned and turned her head to me wearing a sexy smirk. I still hadn't moved from my leaning position on the desk. I was frozen there. She looked amused at my reaction. "Well, are you going to join me?" I jumped up to my feet and nodded sharply. God I was being such a nerd! Get it together Mulder! She just smiled and swept by me out the door. I followed, closing and locking the door behind me, then trotted to catch up with her. I couldn't take my eyes off her and I was walking a little funny, which was embarrassing. We got onto the elevator and there were three other people in there. I went to the back and turned around. She walked in and faced me. I took her by the shoulders and turned her around to stand in front of me. "Mulder, what?" I tapped her in the rear end with my erection, just hard enough for her to feel it. Her chuckle was soft so only I could hear. She was now aware of my little dilemma. Well, not so little. We reached the basement and everyone piled out. I followed her and she walked straight to my car. "Your car?" "We'll get it later." "O.K." I was still a little breathless. I fumbled but finally got the door unlocked and slid in, unlocking her side. She slid in calm as could be and pulled on her seat belt. I pulled on the leg of my pants to readjust things and give myself my more room and she smiled a secretive smile at me. I smiled back, then looked away. "Jesus, I feel like a jerk." She flashed me that full wattage smile that makes my stomach turn over. "Don't be. I'm flattered." I slid the key into the ignition, taking a deep breath, trying to still my racing heart. This was unreal. She's flattered that she turns me on? Who knew? I felt like I was in a waking dream. I pulled out the garage and pulled onto the street, heading for the beltway. I didn't look at her. If I did, we'd never make it to my apartment. I was white knuckling the steering wheel as it was. I could feel her eyes on me and was very self- conscious. I heard her whisper, "Relax, Mulder, I'm not going to bite you." I laughed. "I know, I'm just ... I can't quite believe ... this happened so fast." "Fast?" "Yeah, I mean, an hour ago, I was afraid to ask you if I could hug you and now ... and now ... I'm taking you home with me." "You've taken me home with you before." "Yeah, but I didn't expect anything then ... I ... oh Christ ... I don't necessarily expect anything now. I don't want you to think I'm assuming anything here. I just wasn't really prepared for this, for your reaction. Oh shit, I'm babbling. I don't even know what I'm saying. I should just shut up. Let me know when I start making sense, O.K.?" She laughed a full throated laugh. It brought a smile to my face. "Would it help if I talked to you?" "Yeah, maybe." "O.K. I didn't want to believe that you were attracted to me." "Why not? Why is that so hard to believe? You're a gorgeous woman, Scully." "I am NOT gorgeous. I know I'm not ugly, but I'm not exactly Christy Brinkley either." "I never liked her." She chuckled. "You know what I mean. I'm not tall and leggy. I don't have big boobs. You're so ... smart and passionate. Christ Mulder, you're complete eye candy. Don't you know that? Do you have any idea how many women want to get in your pants?" I looked at her like she had sprouted another head. She had to fucking kidding me! "That's ridiculous!" "Mulder, we walk into a restaurant, a police station, a crime scene, and every god damn female head in the place turns like you've got at fucking magnet on your forehead. Don't you notice?" "No, I notice all the men looking at you." She was silent a minute. "Anyway, I didn't think I was your type. I'm not a brunette with dark eyes. I'm a chalk white red head with blue eyes." "Scully, look. Let me clear this up for you. I do NOT have a thing for brunettes. The fact that ... those two women ... were brunettes is just a coincidence." "Coincidence that they are both tall and leggy with big boobs, too?" "Yes." "Oh come on!" "I'm serious." I felt my erection fade with the conversation. Well, at least that discomfort was going to leave me alone for a second. "Then why did you go out with them?" "Because they hit on me." This seemed to shut her down for a minute. "You didn't go after them?" "No, they went after me. I've never had great confidence when it comes to women, Scully. I mean, in college I was pathetic. I was a tall, skinny, nerd! I was so thrilled that anyone would want to spend time with me, I fell all over myself to please her. But she was just using me for fun and games and I was too stupid to realize it. By the time I did, well, let's just say that finding her in bed with someone else one day didn't do a lot for my self-esteem." "Mulder, I'm sorry. I forgot how rotten she was to you." "It's O.K., I got over it, eventually. But it was a long time before I could even think about dating again. I threw myself into the academy when I returned to the States and women were the last things on my mind. Then they paired me up with Diana." "And she came on to you." "Almost immediately. And I was lonely and we had things in common and shared the same weird schedule. And if nothing else, I owe Diana for restoring some of my confidence. She made me feel worthwhile and capable of having a relationship and making a woman happy. Something I didn't think I was capable of until then." "I see." "I don't know if you do. Because that's not the end of the story. It was fun while it lasted, but as soon as she had a chance to move up the ladder, she was gone. Left for Europe without batting an eyelash. She didn't even seem a little upset that she was leaving me. I wouldn't have asked her not to go. I knew it was important for her career. But it would have been nice if she could have at least acted a little upset that our relationship was ending. But she didn't. She was very casual about it. It was like ... well, Fox, it's been nice, but see ya later. Oh and by the way, we'll be friends, right?" She was silent for a moment or two. "So you realized that she meant more to you than you meant to her?" "Exactly. It wasn't Phoebe all over again. I never felt like Diana 'used' me like Phoebe did or cheated on me, but it definitely made me gun shy again. I figured I obviously was not good at relationships. I didn't have what it took to grab someone's heart and hold it. And I didn't think I could take having mine broken again for a while. So I didn't allow it to happen. I went out on a date here and there, but I've never been involved with anyone since. I've had a couple of one night stands, but that was years ago." "How long ago?" I wasn't sure I wanted to answer that one. "The last one was about ... seven and half years ago." "Seven and half ... " I could feel her eyes on me again. "But that means that you didn't sleep with Diana when she came back ..." "No." "I was sure you did." "No. She offered but I couldn't do it." "Why?" Could I answer this? It might be too much this early in the game. I didn't even have her back to my apartment yet. I was staring at the road, concentrating on keeping the car between the lines as I held the gas pedal nearly to the floor. "Mulder, why?" She paused. "Please tell me. You said you had nothing to hide from me." "I did say that didn't I? Maybe I spoke too soon." "Why don't you want to answer me?" "I'm not sure if I should ... if you would be ready to hear the answer." "Why don't you let me decide that." "I'm afraid." "I promise it won't change what's happening here. It won't stop it." "How do you know?" "I have a feeling." She paused. "Please. I need to know, Mulder. I've been jealous of the hold Diana had on you for so long. Jealous that she was intimate with you the way I couldn't be. Why did you turn Diana down? It would have been easy for you be with her." "Yeah, it would have been. Better the devil you know ... " Scully was jealous because of me? Jealous of Diana? Please! "So why didn't you." I whispered because that's all I could do. "Because I was ... " I paused and then blurted out, still whispering, "Because I was in love with you." I didn't dare look at her, but I heard her suck in her breath. Now I felt like I was going to cry and I sucked on the inside of my cheek to try to control the fear that was washing through my body. I felt her hand lightly brush my thigh and I jumped liked I'd been hit with a cattle prod. She squeezed gently and said, "Good answer." I took a deep breath and blinked rapidly. She leaned back in the seat, but kept her hand on my thigh. It was very distracting. This whole thing was ridiculous. Good answer! She said good answer. Well, say hallelujah, she wasn't yelling, 'Stop the car.' I guess that was a good sign. I notice she wasn't returning the sentiment though We were silent for the rest of the five minute drive. I parked in front of my building and killed the ignition. I sat there a second, trying to gather my courage. Why was I so nervous? She had asked me to bring her here. SHE was asking to have SEX with ME. What the hell was my problem? Her hand brushed my face and I turned to her. She was watching me calmly. How could she be so calm? "Mulder, are you O.K. with this?" "Yes!" She smiled. "Because if you don't want this, it's O.K. I won't be disa ... well, yes, I will be disappointed but I'll live with it. But I won't be angry and I won't hold it against you or anything." "I want this! Oh God, Scully, you have no idea how much I want this." "O.K., then, let's go upstairs." "O.K., sorry I'm being such a dweeb." She smiled. "You're not. You're nervous and it's cute." "Cute. Great. That's what I always wanted to be with women, cute." She laughed and opened the door. "Come on, handsome, let's go upstairs." I slid out of the car and looked at her over the hood. She grinned at me. "Is that better?" "Yeah, it is." I slammed the door and walked around the car putting my hand in its usual place on the small of her back steered her into my building. We rode up the elevator in silence. And I fumbled slightly with my keys in the lock, but finally got the door open without embarrassing myself entirely. She followed me in and stood quietly for a second. She handed me her jacket and I removed mine, hanging them both up on my coat rack. "You want something to drink?" "Have any wine?" "Yeah, I think so. Have a seat." I walked into the kitchen and grasped the counter breathing hard and talking to myself. O.K., buddy, this is going to happen. You got her here. She wants to be here. She wants this. She really wants this, no matter how unbelievable that is right now. Even if this is a one shot deal, there is no way I can walk away from this. Even though it's risking our friendship and our partnership. I want her too much. I feel like a kid that got his lollipop yanked away after a couple of licks. I have to have the rest now that I know what I am missing. I grabbed the wine out of the fridge. It was cheap stuff but it would have to do. I wasn't exactly expecting company. And I definitely wasn't expecting female company. I poured two glasses and carried them into the living room. She was sitting on the couch, reclining against the back with her legs crossed. She'd unbuttoned the top two buttons on her white blouse and it was gaping open at the neck. I could see the tops of her breasts. Her crossed legs made her skirt hike up her thighs and I could see elastic on the top of her stockings. Oh God, she was purposely trying to look seductive. I stared at her a second and then carefully handed her the glass, never taking my eyes off her. She sat up straight and sipped her wine and patted the couch beside her. "Sit down, Mulder." I wanted to yank her into the bedroom and rip all her clothes off, but I knew I had to let her call the shots. That was the safe thing to do. Don't rush, we have all night. It was only 5 PM. We had left work early. It was Friday. We didn't have to be anywhere. I slid down onto the couch and sipped my wine. She kicked her high heels off and curled her legs sideways and up under her. I just watched her for a few moments. "You're so beautiful." She smiled at me and blushed. "I'm glad you think so." "Everybody thinks so. Don't ever let anyone tell you different." "Why didn't you ever tell me before?" I barked a laugh. "Can you say sexual harassment? I know you can." I imitated Mr. Rogers. She laughed and shook her head. I felt some of my tension drain away. I loved to make her laugh. She didn't do it often enough. "If nothing else, Mulder, we're good friends. Did you really think I'd get all cagey on you if you told me you thought I was ... " "Beautiful, gorgeous, sexy." She looked at me, her color deepening and flushing her chest. "I wasn't sure. At first, I was afraid that you would take it as disrespect and think that I didn't see you as my equal as an agent if I made a real pass at you. Later, when you knew I respected you and thought of you as totally my equal, I didn't think you'd want to hear that. I mean I know every woman wants to hear that, but I didn't think you'd want to hear that from ME." "Why not?" I tilted my head and gave her my 'you can figure this out' look. "Oh, you're self-esteem thing." "Yeah, that's part of it." "And the other part?" "I was afraid to ruin what we have. If you didn't want to hear it from me, then it would make you uncomfortable knowing I looked at you that way. What would that mean? Well, I thought it would probably mean that you would not want to work with me, it would ruin our friendship, or at the very least, it would make you pull away from me. I didn't want to risk any of those things." She nodded. "So you'll understand why I never said anything either?" "What? That you think I'm cute." I said this facetiously. "You definitely didn't have to worry about sexual harassment." "That cute thing really bugged you, didn't it?" I just shrugged. "I meant your behavior was cute. Endearing. A compliment. I don't think I've had a man be nervous around me like that before. It's quite a compliment." "It doesn't make me seem like a total dweeb?" She laughed. "No, not at all. It makes you adorable." "Oh great. Cute and adorable. You sound like you're describing a teddy bear!" "Christ, Mulder! You are difficult to give a compliment to!" "Sorry. I don't mean to sound that way." She looked at me and held out her hand to my glass. I took a sip and handed it to her. She placed it and hers on the coffee table then bent down and pulled my shoes off. I was immediately staring at her again. She hooked her hand under my knee and lifted. I took the hint and raised me leg onto the couch, putting it against the backrest and leaning on the arm, spreading my legs. "Scully?" She flipped up onto all fours on the couch and crawled between my legs. I closed my eyes briefly as I felt my groin surge with warmth and my hard on return. She lifted upright on her knees and leaned forward, putting her hands around my neck and lowered herself onto my chest, her hips landing right on my abdomen and pressing into my erection. I moaned as I felt myself get fully engorged and put my arms around her crushing her to me again. Her legs dangled between my knees and it struck me how tiny she was. She cooed at me. "Well, what if I told you that I think you are possibly the sexiest man I've ever known." "Yeah?" My voice cracked. Real smooth! She smiled. "Yeah. So sexy man, how about some of that foreplay you mentioned earlier." And then she kissed me. Her soft wet tongue slid into my mouth and began to tease my tongue and the roof of my mouth. I kissed her back hard, bruising her lips. All I could think was, soft, she's so soft, and she tastes so sweet. I could taste the wine on her tongue and smell her citrus scent again. The smells and the feel of her body against me were intoxicating. I was lost her mouth and didn't even want to come up for air, afraid that I would find out this wasn't really happening. But my arousal had jumped from neutral to overdrive in about two seconds. I had to slow this down. I broke the kiss, panting for breath. "Scully, I don't want to grope you like a teenager on the couch." She smiled. "I don't mind." "I do. I want this to be good." "It will be." "Can I take you in ... in the bedroom?" How unreal was this? I'm asking Dana Scully if I can take her into my bedroom! "Yes, you may." I sat up, swinging her legs to the ground and stood without letting go of her. I lifted her up and swooped an arm down and under her knees, lifting her and cradling me her against my chest. She whooped and grabbed my neck for support, laughing. She weighed nothing. I carried her into the bedroom and sat her gently on her feet. She looked at me and with wide eyes and I realized suddenly that she was becoming nervous now. Did she still want this? There must have been a question on my face because she nodded in the affirmative as if answering my unspoken question. I was seized with a sudden calm. I have no idea where it came from. But her vibes of nervousness induced calm in me. I reached out slowly and began unbuttoning her blouse, carefully tugging it out of the waistband of her skirt. When it was hanging open, I pushed it off her shoulders and watched it puddle to he floor. She was wearing a simple plain white bra that latched in the front. I brushed my knuckles over her breast and watched her nipple pucker through the material. She gave a tiny gasp. I unhooked it and swiped the material to the side. Her breasts are perfect. Absolutely perfect. They are round and full and sit high on her chest, their weight making a little cup of flesh on the bottom. I stare at them, and the freckles that sprinkle her chest. Her nipples pucker and raise into hard little nubs as I watch. Holy shit. I reach out and run my fingers along the bottom of each one. She begins to breathe rapidly, making them rise and fall. I cup them and brush my thumbs over her nipples, watching them turn from coral pink to almost brown as her nubs swell larger and her areola become goose fleshed. She hums, "Mmmmmm, Oh God, Mulder, please." I pinched her nipple gently between my thumb and forefinger and she moaned again. I could listen to that sound all night! She reaches for my tie and rips it off and begins yanking my shirt out of my pants. I chuckle at her haste and help her to unbutton it and pull it off. I reach behind her and unzip her skirt, watching it fall to her ankles. She steps out of it and kicks it out of the way. She unbuckles my belt and unzips my fly, brushing me through my boxers. My hips buck involuntarily. She pushes my slacks down and I step out of them, bending to pull off my socks. I back up and look at her. "Take your panties off for me." She eyes go wide, but she hooks her thumbs in the elastic and slides her hands down her legs, bringing the little scrap of cotton down with them. She tosses them away and stands up. I stare at her auburn pubic hair and see the dampness on the ends between her legs. My breathing speeds up at the sight of it. She's wet. I can tell from here. She reaches for her stockings. "No, leave them on." She nods and lets her arms hand to her side. "God, you're gorgeous." She smiles at me. "Your turn." I smile and hook my fingers into the elastic and yank my boxer briefs down. I kick them away and stand before her naked. She is staring at my groin. Her eyes are wide. Her mouth is open in a perfect 'O'. I feel my cock twitch and grow unbelievably harder under her gaze, lifting straighter into the air. I'm throbbing hard now. She murmurs, "Oh Mulder, you're so beautiful." Great, now I'm beautiful. But I decide not to mention it this time. As long as she's pleased, I'm a happy guy. She steps into me and grasps me firmly at the base and slides her tiny hand up my shaft to the tip. "Awww, Scully." I immediately feel the release of fluid from my tip. She spreads it over my crown with her thumb and I can't help gasping. She begins stroking me firmly and I grunt with every pull up my shaft. I am overexcited. I have to take control here or she'll make me lose it too quickly. I gently take hold of her wrist and pull her away. "I need to slow down, Scully." She smiles and takes my hand and pulls me back toward the bed. She turns and crawls up onto it. I have long since replaced the water bed with a king size regular mattress. I crawl up onto my maroon comforter and kneel between her legs. I'm am now glad I bought it last week. It's new and soft and fluffy. I had a mere rag of a bed spread on it before. This is much nicer. I don't sleep in here much so it has stayed neat, unlike the rest of my apartment. I lean over her on all fours and lean down to kiss her slowly and deeply. Her hands are sliding up and down my arms. I lift off her lips and trail kisses down her neck until I reach her breasts. I suckle one nipple and then the other until she is moaning and lifts her knees to put her feet flat on the bed. I lift my head and look down just in time to see her knees fall open. I murmur, "Oh God." She just spread her legs for me. I know that thought is crude, but I am slammed by a wave of acute arousal at the sight of it. I reach down and slide my fingers through her cleft. She is so wet again. Just as wet as she was in the office, even more so. She whimpers. "Scully, do you want ... do you need ... " I am trying to think of a non crude way to ask if she wants me to go down on her, but no eloquent phrase is coming to mind. She looks at me with hooded eyes and says, "Maybe some other time. You took care of the foreplay in the office. Right now I just want that enormous hard-on of yours inside me so bad I could scream." "Holy shit!" I never thought she'd talk that way. She chuckles at my reaction as my elbows lower to the bed and I slide my hips between her wide open thighs. I lift onto one hip and take myself in hand. She is watching my face, and I watch hers. I rub the head of my cock into her holds, up one side and down the other but not entering. She tips her pelvis up and wraps her legs around my hips. "Mulder, please don't tease me. Now, do it now." I nudge her opening and put my arm back beside her head, my elbows holding my weight. Her eyes are closed and she is breathing through clenched teeth. "Look at me. Open your eyes." She does. I lock my eyes with hers and push slowly inside. She is so hot inside. And she is really, really snug. "Oh, Christ!" I pant out. She just lets out one big long, "Oooooohhhhhhyyyeeeaaahhhh!" She throws her head back but then returns her eyes to mine as I sink in until I meet the resistance at the door to her womb. I reach back and grasp one leg behind her knee and lift it higher toward her chest and push out a little. Then I press the rest of myself into her until I am buried to the hilt, pressing my own balls against the bottom of my ass cheeks. I leave my elbow hooked behind her knee and slide my hand up, cupping the back of her shoulder with my palm up. A deep groan barks out my throat and my toes curl at the incredible sensation of her wet snug heat surrounding me. Her walls are quivering slightly all around me and I grit my teeth. I could come right now. Her voice actually warbles as she pants out, "Ohohohoho, Mulder, oh God, you feeel sooo gooood. Soooo goood. Oh my God. I'm so excited. So excited. If you move ... if you move ... I'm gonna ... I'm gonna come." Well, shit! That's all I needed to hear! Overexcited or not. I gripped her shoulder tight, backed out and drove myself back into her, swiveling my hips and grinding my public bone into hers. She screamed. Dana Scully screamed. "Aaaaaahhhhhh! Aaaaaahhhhhh! Mulder! Mulder! Mulder! OHMYGOD! OHMYGOD! OHJEEEZZUUUSS!" I held myself inside her clenched my teeth trying not to come as her muscles convulsed around me. She was tossing her head back and forth. The white skin of her chest flushed red and her back was arching off the bed and falling back only to arch up again. "Oooowhoowhoo, ooowhoowhoo, ooowhoowhoo." Her hands slapped the bed and grasped handfuls of the comforter. Her sounds were washing over me like tingling static, setting every nerve ending in my body on alert. All I could do was hold on tight. My toes were curling and stomach muscles were clenched tight with the effort not to explode. She was gripping me soooo tight. I let go of her shoulder, slid my arm out from under her knee and reached between us to wrap my thumb and forefinger around the base of my shaft. Her legs dropped to the bed, spread wide, her knees almost touching the mattress. Little tremors were still fluttering through her torso. I could still feel her walls pulsing gently around me. I squeezed myself hard until I felt myself throb and then the pressure recede. Whew! That was so close! Her body suddenly went limp and I shuddered, feeling my legs tremble. Her eyes were closed and she was letting out little quick puffs of breath. I waited for her to recover now that I had averted my impending explosion. I pulled my hand out and balanced on both elbows again, breathing hard but otherwise staying still. Finally, her head lolled up on her neck and she opened her eyes to look at me. She shivered and stared at me, the sexiest grin on her face. Her eyelids were at half mast, her cheeks flushed. Her hair was all mussed up. Was there anything more beautiful than sated Scully? I don't think so. I smiled at her. Her voice was a hoarse croak, "Wow. Holy shit, Mulder." I smiled at her, backed out just a little and pushed back in. "Uugg!" she grunted. I smiled and did it again, pulling out a little more. "Uugg!" Again, a little longer stroke. "Uugg!" It was the most adorable sound I'd ever heard. The lazy smile never left her face. I kept this up until I was pulling nearly all the way out, pausing and stroking smoothly back into her only to retreat slowly and do it again. Retreat. Pause. Stroke deep. "Uugg!" Retreat. Pause. Stroke deep. "Uugg!" The rhythm was a little strange but it was comfortable and not exerting my muscles too much. I was less frantic now. Her hands were rubbing up and down my back and it made me shiver. I was hard as a rock but a little numb, a strong, pounding throb was washing through my shaft from my balls to the tip of my crown with every stroke. The feeling was incredible. I started a lazy humming in the back of my throat. This felt so fucking good. If I thought about this for two seconds, I wouldn't be able to believe this was happening. I didn't want to miss a second of these glorious sensations, and her sexy sounds, so I just let my mind go blank. I got lost in the rhythm and the feel of pressing into her hot, wet, snug tunnel and the melting sensation of the constant waving throb in my cock. It was perfect. Just enough to keep me shivering and moaning with the sensation but not enough to send me over the edge. I could keep this up for a long, long time. Her little grunts had now turned into buzzing moan that oddly blended with the hum I seemed to have no control over that was vibrating in my throat. I had to let her know how good this was. "Awww, Scully, hummm, so good, Awww, hummm, never been this, hummm, good, hummm. So hot, so wet, so tight. Hummm. OhGod. Yeeesss. Hummm. Oh Scully, you're making, hummm, my cock throb so hard. Hummm. Feels so incredible. OhGod. Scully, I lovvve you. OhGod. Hummm. Can't believe I'm, hummm, making love to you." I couldn't talk anymore, so I dropped my head and began sucking on her nipples, going from one to other and back again. I don't know how long this went on, but it seemed like a long time. I couldn't seem to stop pushing into her and I couldn't seem to speed up. But her moans got louder and louder as I kept going. Our bodies were covered in sweat and starting to slide against each other. Then she curled herself almost into a fetal position under me as I backed out and slid her hands down to grasp my ass cheeks, one in each tiny little hand. And she squeezed. I shuddered. I pulled up higher onto my knees and began to stroke into her harder. I didn't want this to ever end, but I was getting tired, so she must be too. And now she was pulling my cheeks apart when she squeezed, causing the skin over my balls to jerk with every pull. I sped up. I couldn't help it. "OhScully, OhScully, OhScully, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah! Oh, keep doing that! Oh don't stop." She didn't, she pulled harder, until she was yanking my cheeks apart roughly and I was slamming into her, totally out of control, grunting with each impact and jerking sensation in my balls. She was gasping but started urging me on. "Yeah, Mulder, Yeah. Oh, just like that. Hard. Hit me hard. Hit me hard. Oh yeah! So good. Holy shiiiitttt, I'm gonna come again. I'm gonna come agaaaaaiiinnnn!!" She let out a shriek and her tremors began. "Whhoooaaa! Yeahhh, Mulder!" I couldn't hold out any longer and continued to slam into her, almost bouncing off her body I was hitting her so hard. And my cock exploded. At least that's what it felt like. Burning waves of come shot through my shaft and emptied into her over and over again as we shouted and wailed. It felt like my heart was going to slam through my rib cage. My balls felt like they were on fire as they clenched and released with hard spasms. It was so intense, I felt delirious and my head swam. I collapsed on her, trembling and twitching and dragging harsh, ragged breaths into my lungs. She shivered and lay still, holding me tight, her legs wrapped around my waist again and squeezing me to her. When I could finally lift my head, I cradled her head between my hands and kissed her, slow and deep, rolling and lapping our tongues together. I pulled back and she sucked softly on my bottom lip causing another shiver. Then my whole being flooded with joy when looked me in the eye and whispered, "Oh, Mulder, I'm so in love with you, it's ridiculous." I felt the tears spring immediately to my eyes and I blinked rapidly. She held my astonished gaze even when my tears started falling onto her face and running down the sides of her cheeks. I couldn't stop them. I was too overwhelmed. "Oh God, Scully, tell me I'm not going to wake up from another dream about you in a minute." I was on the verge of sobbing and felt like an idiot, but I was helpless to control the flood of emotion that was pressing down on me at the moment. I was always open and raw after an orgasm, but I'd never been this vulnerable. This was Scully. I trusted her as much as I loved her and it made me unbelievably vulnerable. It was a little scary. A lot scary. She ran her fingers through my hair, scratching my scalp lightly and chuckling when I wiggled my shoulders and shivered. "No, you're not going to wake up." I chuckled, feeling the sting leave my eyes. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to blubber like a moron but I can't help it." "Shhh, it's O.K. This is all a little unreal for me too. But I have to tell you." "What?" "No one's ever made me come twice like that, and I'd already come earlier, I didn't even think that was possible. I mean, I knew technically it was possible but I didn't think it was possible for me." "Why not?" "No one ever excited me that much. In the past, I've considered myself lucky if I had one because usually I didn't have one at all." "You must have had lousy lovers." "Yeah, I guess so. I didn't even really realize it until now. Now I know how good it can be when someone cares about your pleasure as much as their own. I didn't just come twice Mulder. I came hard, both times. I've never come that hard. It was so intense." "You're going to inflate my ego if you talking like that." She giggled. "That's O.K. Normally that idea of inflating your ego would appall me but as far as women go, you have a shitty opinion of yourself. But let me tell you, those women were absolute idiots to let you go." I hugged her tight and buried my nose in her hair. "I love so much." "Love you too, partner." "So, it's a little bit late to ask this questions, but what do we do now?" "You mean about work?" "Well, there's that too. But I don't know what you want this relationship to be." "What do you want it to be?" "I want it ALL, but I'll take whatever you'll give me." "Define ALL." "Oh boy." "No chickening out now, partner. Too late for that. You said you had nothing to hide and I'm going to hold you to that." "O.K." I gently pulled out of her and rolled onto my back. She crawled up on top of me, sprawling over my chest. "Tell me." "I want you to be my girlfriend. That sounds ridiculous doesn't it? But that's what I want. I don't want you to just be my lover. I want us to be couple. I want to socialize together, hand out and watch movies together, share our hopes and dreams together. I think it goes without saying that I want us to be monogamous. I know we work well together and I don't want that to change. I've never had a better partner. But I want to just be US when we're not working." "Just US?" "Yeah, just Mulder and Scully, Fox and Dana, whatever. Not special agents or doctors or investigators. I just want to be a man and a woman in love who enjoy each other's company and like to have long afternoons in bed eating fruit and making love." She looked up at me with the most serene smile I think I'd ever seen on her face. "I never would have taken you for someone who wanted those simple pleasures." "Why not?" "I don't know. Because you're so fired up all the time. Burning with passion about your interests and obsessions. I see you as such a sexual creature. I guess I thought you would want wild relationships too, and I always figured I would never measure up." "You always measure up. Nobody can sustain obsessive passion 24 hours a day, seven days a week. Our professional life and my quest are so hectic and crazy that I want the down time in my personal life to balance it. Sometimes I want wild and crazy sex. I am a guy after all. But other times I want slow and easy. I guess it depends on my mood. Although, it's been so long since I've had sex on a regular basis, I have no idea what my appetites are now." "Hmm. Well, judging by all those videos you don't own, your appetite seems pretty healthy to me." I laughed. "That's only because I've been deprived of real intimacy for so long. Once you crave it, you crave it every day until you get it. What I really crave is the touch, the affection, the intimacy with a woman more than the actual sex, I think. I'm not 18 anymore, Scully! But then again, having someone as sexy as you available to me, my appetite may speed up into overdrive again!" She giggled. "So what do want?" "You won't believe this, but for once I think we are on exactly the same page. I want exactly what you want. I was afraid this would be a one time thing." I looked at her. "I was afraid of the same thing, but I couldn't resist anyway, even if it was." "No more fears there. We do have to figure out some boundaries for work and if or whom we are going to tell anyone about us." "Do we need to figure it out now?" "No, we have all weekend. Besides, I'm hungry now!" "Do you want to go out? I don't have much here." "No, let's order in. Tomorrow we'll go grocery shopping together and stock up for the rest of the weekend." "You'll stay the whole weekend?" "Do you want me to? If it's too much, I can go home." "No! I'm just surprised. Surprised you want to go shopping together. That's a very COUPLE thing to do Scully." I grinned at her. "Oh, Mulder. I have a lot of surprises for you." "Oh yeah? I can't wait lady. Bring 'em on!" She laughed and kissed me till I was a puddle of lazy contentment. "I think I'm going to enjoy your surprises." "Oh, I hope so." THE END.