TITLE:   HUNGRY
AUTHOR:  ANGIE PATRICK
E-MAIL:  angiegator@juno.com 

Hi there boys and girls. After a little encouragement from a few folks,
I decided to write another NC-17 story, in the hopes that one or two
people get a little fun and enjoyment out of it.

Let me just state for the record that the characters of Dana Scully and
Fox Mulder are not mine, never will be and so forth. Chris Carter, the
Fox Network and 1013 Productions own them. DD and GA play them, and to a
degree, I'd like to think they own them too. <g> No infringement is
intended, so please don't sue. Really. There's nothing to be gained
by doing that to me anyway.

Archivists, please post wherever you see fit, just please be sure to keep
my name and email addy with it.

Please note that this story is nothing but pure smut, ... or at least
some attempt at it, so if you're looking for a plot, or if you're under
17, back out now. There's no point in going any further!

Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Redux II
Classification: V, MSR
Summary: Mulder and Scully are a little hungry. Will they find
something to satisfy their appetites?

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Mulder's hungry tonight.

I can tell by the way he's looking at me. His soulful, hazel eyes are
on me in a way that I can't move around.

We've already eaten dinner and I've been cleaning up the kitchen for the
past 20 minutes. The whole time I've been working, he's been leaning
against the counter watching me.

Neither of us has said a word. Not that this is a problem. Mulder and
I have not needed words for some time. Only now it's at a whole new
level. We're saying different things. Things we wouldn't dare reveal
before, but are now fair territory. It started just a few weeks ago,
when I came back to work and everything felt different.

The cancer was in remission, the X-Files had been spared. Somehow. I
don't want to think too much about how these things came to be. They
just are, and for now, that's enough.

When I walked into the office ... our office ... I felt something I
hadn't felt before. I looked at Mulder and caught his eyes and
something inside me just ... just gave. Of course, when he walked over
to me and stood there, staring at me like a kid would stare at the best
Christmas gift he'd ever gotten, I knew we were about to cross the final
distance on the bridge we'd frequently walked out onto from opposite
ends.

It was all so plain I was nearly overwhelmed. And when I felt his hands
close around my arms and then felt him pull me into his embrace, I knew
that it was going to be very soon that we'd at least find one truth
together. We'd find each other. Finally. Really. No holding back.
To hell with rules, regulations, expectations and the rest of the general
populace. I was alive, he was out of trouble and *we* were really all
that mattered.

After that, it took him exactly one day to find his way to my apartment
for a talk. It took us forty five minutes to finally meet each other on
that bridge. I can't get that night out of my mind. I don't think I
want to. We've spent five years nurturing this ... I'd like to spend
every moment I've been given letting it grow stronger and more beautiful.
I believe Mulder feels the same way.

So, here I am, washing up, feeling his eyes on me ... inside me. His
love wraps around me like a well-aged, but comfortable blanket. The kind
of blanket you curl up with on a cold winter's night, when you're alone
feeling lonely and all you want is a little contact with something that
reminds you that life is not always so hard or complicated.

He is standing 10 feet away, and yet he couldn't be closer. I gave up
fighting these things just a few weeks ago, and now I can hardly remember
what it felt like to not be a part of Mulder. I am smiling now. My back
is still turned to him as I put away the last of the dishes, and I hear
him scuffing his foot on the floor. He's waiting. Waiting for me to
turn and finally look at him.

"Scully?" he calls to me, his voice a caress over my name. Sometimes I
forget the Mulder I work with when he says my name like that. My body
quickens in response. I'm helpless against it, and the knowledge of that
doesn't scare me like other things do. Being out of control of something
is not one of my strong points, but being out of control with Mulder is
an exhiliration I could become addicted to if it weren't for my capacity
for reason. Or whatever it is that drags me back to reality Monday
morning when we drive into work together.

"Scully?" This time there is concern. Sometimes, not answering Mulder
immediately provokes this reaction.

"Mmhmm," I say, putting away the last dish. I hang the towel over the
stove handle and listen to Mulder's not-so-stealthy approach from behind
me. I already know where this is going, and I smile to myself, trying
not to feel my own smug satisfaction too much.

Just as he reaches me, I turn and face him, catching him off-guard. I
see the wildness in his eyes and I cannot help the impulse that pulls the
corners of my mouth up into a smile. He is dressed in jeans and a black
turtleneck. Very sexy. Unfortunately, it's going to be a clothing
optional night tonight, G-man. The strategy for getting him undressed
without destroying the shirt is already taking shape in my mind. I lock
onto his darkened eyes and stay silent.

"What's the smile for, Scully?" he asks me, smiling knowingly even as he
asks.

I lean into him as he wraps his arms around me and finds my ear with his
mouth. Incoherent murmurs are all I can manage for a few moments.
Content to let him touch me and kiss me, I revel in the feeling of him
standing this close, knowing that it is *me* that he wants and no other.

His efforts are rewarded with my soft sighs, but then I decide to give
him what he's seeking.

I push him away enough to catch his eyes again.

"It's for you," I say softly ... seriously.

"For me?" he says, mock teasing in his voice mixed with a sense of
profound and genuine happiness.

"For you, Mulder. Only for you. It's always been that way. You know
that, don't you?"

A long pause fills the air, and for a second I wonder if he really
doesn't know. All the little glances in the past, all the touches, all
the moments when I tried to reach out to him. Surely he's always known
these things were borne of more than just a sense of deep friendship or
even professional duty. That they were strictly about how I really feel,
and how I'll always feel. It's nearly impossible to get Mulder out of my
system. In fact, since I met him five years ago, there's been no time
when I've actually accomplished that. Even when I'm angry with him. He
is constant.

"I do know. I've known for awhile, Scully."

He pulls me back fully against him and I bury my face in his shirt while
he rests his chin on the top of my head. He smells so good that the
earlier thoughts of being nice to this shirt flee my mind. Fuck it. I'd
love to make short work of this sucker, because I have to say, it's
starting to annoy me that it's the only thing standing in the way of me
feeling his hot, soft skin against mine. Oh ... well, there's my shirt
too, but that shouldn't be a problem. Especially since Mulder's already
working on the buttons.

"Feel like dessert, Mulder?" I mumble as he takes his time undressing
me. It's just occured to me that we are in the kitchen and I'm feeling a
little adventurous about the table. Or the counter. Or wherever, so
long as it involves no delays in our activities.

His breath is hot and rapid against my neck where he is trailing kisses
from ear to collar bone, and I shiver under his onslaught. Not with
cold, but with anticipation.

"Dessert?" he mutters as he traces a path with his fingertip from the
upper part of my throat to the base of my neck. He plants a kiss there,
and I squirm. His mouth on my ear again produces another string of
incoherent murmurs while he slowly unbuttons my shirt.

"Yes, Mulder," I finally manage to get out between gasps and sighs. He
unfastens the last button and slowly slides the shirt off my shoulders.
It lands in a quiet heap on the kitchen floor.

"I think I've got it right here, Scully."

I begin to melt under his gentle caresses over my back, across my chest
and down my sides. He unsnaps the hook on my bra and pushes it off my
shoulders. It falls to the floor next to the shirt he has already
removed.

He bends his head to capture my mouth and I am swept away by his hunger.
His mouth is rough and demanding this time, and I respond with an
intensity that matches his. He reaches for, then unfastens, the button
on my jeans and his touch on my bare stomach sends a new fire through my
belly straight down to the very core of me. He breaks the kiss long
enough to push my jeans over my hips then down. I move to kick them off
me, but instead, Mulder drops to one knee in front of me and motions for
me to rest my foot in his outstretched hand. Why not? I offer him my
foot and he pulls the jeans off, one leg at a time.

I reach for him, wanting to pull off his shirt, wanting to touch him and
feel him against me, but he stops me.

"Wait, Scully. Not yet."

Our eyes meet and I feel a new rush of excitement wash over me. I smile
again and cock my head. He runs his fingers up my legs and I am lost
again in the warmth of his hands. I tip my head back and close my eyes,
and am greeted with the feeling of his lips working their way up the
inside of my leg and his hands sliding up the back of my legs. When his
hands close over my ass and squeeze I cannot help but to reach for his
shoulders.

"C'mon Scully, my work here isn't finished yet," he mumbles playfully.
I smile at the thought of what else he has in mind and look down into his
eyes.

"Don't let me stop you then," I tell him coyly and at that he returns his
attention to the inside of my thigh, licking and kissing me as I run my
fingers through his soft hair.

"Mulder, God ... " are the only words I can form when I feel him tugging
at my underwear with his teeth. A low growl is his only reply as he gets
the garment off me. When I feel his tongue on the inside of my thigh
again, I know I will not last long tonight. I whimper under his
onslaught and attempt again to get him to his feet and get his clothes
off him. To say that I want him has become an understatement. This
time, when I tug at his shoulders, he complies and stands up, a lopsided
grin planted on his face.

"Too much?" he asks, a challenge in his words.

"No," I answer simply. It's not too much. Never. In fact, tonight,
it's as if it's not enough. I want more. My breathing has already
become rapid and I can feel the rise and fall of my chest. I hold
Mulder's gaze and pull him against me. The shirt becomes old news in 10
seconds. I discard it on the floor next to mine and Mulder chuckles
again.

"Impatient, aren't we?" he teases.

"I just want to touch you," I tell him with no hesitation.

Mulder leans forward and captures my mouth again in a hard and probing
kiss. His hands are in my hair, on my neck, on my face. I tilt my head
back so he can deepen the kiss and we stand there for what feels like an
eternity. I rub my hands across the tight muscles of his chest and
marvel at the feel of his skin under my fingertips. I can never get
enough of touching Mulder. And I think he enjoys it as much as I do.
His grunts and moans seem to say that anyway.

I brush my fingers over his sensitive stomach muscles and reach for the
button on his jeans. He allows me enough space to get the thing undone
and then get the jeans unzipped. Before I try to pull them off him, I
reach inside and stroke his hard cock once and he moans into my mouth.

"Scully ..." I smile against his mouth and do it again.

He breaks the kiss then steps back, pulling his jeans and boxers off in
one swift motion. A slow blink, then a grin starts on his face almost
immediately. He slides his hands up my arms and rests them on my
shoulders, then looks around the kitchen once and finally back to me.
We're like kids. We might as well officially "christen" every room in
the apartment. I almost laugh at the thought, but I stop myself.

"Here?" he gestures and gives me his best innocent-boy look. Right.
Mulder? Innocent? Hah. Not on my life. I love it. He's such a
goofball sometimes. I love that, too.

I look around quickly, then toss my head back and laugh. He watches me,
his eyes full of devilish delight then pushes me backward gently towards
the wall. I back up with little resistance. My back finally comes in
contact with it's cool surface and it feels good in contrast to the heat
I feel coming off my skin. Mulder steps forward until he is firmly
against me, then runs his fingers down my arms until he reaches my hands.
He takes my hands in his, then raises them above my head, effectively
pinning me against the wall. My only reply is the smile I can't seem to
control. He grinds his hips against mine and I whimper at the motion.
I know I cannot stand this for long.

I test his hold and am surprised to find that I cannot break free. A
panic starts from somewhere inside me, remembering times when I was held
against my will. Duane Barry. Donnie Pfaster. But the panic dies when
Mulder strokes my cheek with his free hand. I close my eyes and turn my
face into his palm, kissing him there. I can feel him watching me. His
worry washes over me, prompting me to open my eyes and look at him.

"I'm fine, Mulder. Really. You're not hurting me."

He relaxes and exhales slowly. "I thought maybe--"

"It's fine. I trust you."

"Is that a yes, then?"

My sly smile is his answer. It is the only answer he needs. I close my
eyes again and am greeted with the sensation of his soft lips on my
throat, at my collarbone, at various points down my chest. I am becoming
restless under his assault and I am overwhelmed by the need to touch him
again. To feel his skin under my hands, to hold him and protect him the
way he protects me. It is a rush of emotions tangled up with only the
sensory perception of him touching me and I almost open my eyes to see
what it is that has triggered this swarm of feelings.

But I don't open my eyes. Instead, I shift restlessly from foot to foot
as Mulder strokes me from thigh to throat. I try to focus on his
fingertips as they light fires all over my skin, but I still feel the
swirling emotions and begin to wonder whether this is such a good idea
after all. I cannot push away my need to touch him, and I feel myself
growing tense.

"Mulder--"

"Shhh ... relax, Scully," he whispers in my ear. "Just relax. Let me
show you ..." his voice trails off, the suggestion and promise of an
unmatched night of lovemaking apparent in his tone. I am immediately
determined to make him live up to his suggestiveness, and I refocus on
his touches, forgetting for a moment my desire to touch him the way he is
touching me.

His fingertips find the sensitive spot in the curve of my hip, then trail
down to the back of my thigh where the subtle pressure he applies with
his hand prompts me to bring my leg up and hook it on his hip. Mulder
smiles his appreciation for this maneuver and strokes the back of my
thigh, then finds the hot, wet center of me and begins to rub slowly.

He still has my hands held securely and I forget my original hesitation
at the move. I feel myself relax, giving control over to him completely.
I close my eyes again and tip my head back as Mulder trails kisses again
from my throat to my ear. His fingers are working at me mercilessly and
I feel myself building toward the inevitable release that I have been
craving since we started this encounter.

I gasp when I feel him slip one, then two fingers inside me as he takes
my breast into his mouth and flicks his tongue over the swollen tip of
it. I moan in delight as he suckles at me, grazing me gently with his
teeth. The muscles in my back and legs begin to tense in anticipation of
my orgasm.

"Almost," I whisper between gasps. "Please, Mulder ... " I open my
eyes, then lock onto his, knowing it is just a matter of moments before I
come.

He releases my trapped hands and lifts me enough to settle completely
under me, then enters me easily in one hard thrust. I wrap my arms
around his neck and drop kisses from his jaw to his ear.

"Jesus, Scully, you're so wet," he mumbles, as if he was only just
discovering this. I smile at the wonder in his voice and remember that
we have only made love six times.

I rake my nails across the back of his shoulders as he thrusts into me.
His moans tell me he is approaching the edge himself. I have already
learned Mulder's rhythm and I know the signs that forecast his climax. I
smile all over again and kiss him behind the ear, flicking my tongue over
the lobe then nibbling there for greater effect.

"God, I love it when you do that," he manages to say between his own
gasps. I feel the sweat running off both of us and taste it on his skin
where his shoulder meets his neck.

Suddenly, Mulder's thrusts become harder and more erratic and I sense
that we are both at the edge. His mouth on my highly sensitized breast
provides the last ounce of stimulation I need and I hurtle off the
precipice, free-falling to a place only Mulder can take me. Just as I
feel the first wave of my orgasm rip through me, Mulder shouts my name
and empties himself inside me.

After a few moments I begin to come down from my high, and I find Mulder
watching me, a sly smile already in place. I smile back at him and hug
him tightly, resting my forehead against his shoulder. We are slick with
sweat from our lovemaking yet I relish the feel of his naked body against
mine. He starts to move as if to withdraw, but I am not ready to feel
the loss of him yet.

"No, don't," I murmur into his ear, stilling him before he can act. "I'm
not ...," I start then change my mind. "That was unbelievable."

Mulder tightens his grip on me and I feel him exhale slowly.

"You were unbelievable," he replies.

I lift my head from his shoulder so that I can look at him. His eyes are
soft, the pupils large and he is scanning my face.

"What?" I ask, trying not to smile again.

"I love you."

He says it as if we have loved each other this since the beginning of
time. My eyes suddenly tear up and I am caught off-guard by the
intensity of my emotions. I don't bother to hide the depth of what I
feel for him.

"I love you, too, Mulder," I manage to say, even though my throat feels
tight. Our eyes do not stray as we stand together, my back still against
the wall, legs wrapped tightly around Mulder's waist. Mulder dips his
head and kisses me again. This time his kiss is soft and gentle and I
feel the faint stirring of arousal again within me.

"Let's go to bed," he says finally.

"Mmm ... yeah ... that sounds good," I say, recognizing the tone in his
voice. And I thought *I* was the one who couldn't get enough.

Mulder locks his arms around me tightly and steps back, holding me to
him, then carefully walks us, still joined, into the bedroom. We land
together on the bed in a tangled mess of arms and legs, both laughing at
our sudden propensity to act first and think later.

With a look of apology on his face, Mulder finally withdraws from me then
rolls onto his back, taking me with him. I brush his sweat dampened hair
off his forehead and kiss him softly.

"Looking for more, Mulder?" I ask trying not to smile as I say it. It's
difficult, but I manage it.

"Depends, Scully," he replies, but his soft caresses across my back have
already told me the answer.

"On what?" I ask, this time failing to suppress my own devilish grin.

"On whether you'd like to put those cuffs to use ..." he starts then
trails off with a waggle of his eyebrows.

"On me?" I say, mock horror in my voice.

"No, Scully. On me."

I toss my head back and laugh in delight. My turn to run the show. I
love it. I look back down at him and am pleasantly surprised to find
that the smile he is wearing has made it all the way into his eyes.

"I really do love you, you know?" I say, nuzzling against his neck and
nipping again at his ear.

"Mmmm ... I know, Scully ..." he murmurs as I reach for the cuffs on the
nightstand. Tonight *will* be difficult to top.


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Well ... that's it. Hope it was worth the read. Any comments, etc. can
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... please ... please ...