Title:   Making it Carnal
Author:  Wildafox0619
E-mail:  wildafox0619@yahoo.fr
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Rating:  NC-17
Category: MSR
Classification:  Post-Ep
Spoilers: One Son
Disclaimer: Not mine; XF characters belong to 1013 Productions.

Summary: "Scully, you're making this personal."

Notes: Forfeit for multiple post on a list. Beta duties done by
Insatiable Tali and my online sister, xdks.

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"Scully, you're making this personal."

The words were still ringing in Scully's ears four days after Mulder
had said them in the Gunmen's lair. She hadn't spoken to Mulder
since. They had both been reassigned to the X-Files and were supposed
to start back the next day. She had spent the four days brooding,
cleaning her apartment, making it spotless. That's how she usually
dealt with her anger toward Mulder but this time it didn't work. Her
emotions were too raw. His words had hurt her too much and his trust
in Diana Fowley was impossible for her to accept. She had been
looking for proof of Fowley's duplicity but Mulder hadn't been ready
to accept the possibility. 

Diana Fowley was dirty. She was convinced of it and the Gunmen had
found proof. She was determined to unmask the woman who was
jeopardizing her partnership with Mulder, their friendship and most
of all, their love. Scully couldn't lose him over this. A good talk
with him was overdue. It was two in the morning when she finally got
the nerve to dress and drive to his apartment.


Mulder's Apartment 
Alexandria

She knocked on his door, hoping he hadn't gone on another wild goose
chase; it would be just her luck. She prayed that they could mend
their relationship.

The door finally opened on a half naked Mulder. His hair was spiked
in every direction possible and his eyes were dark and sleepy.  He
was barefoot and was wearing tight jeans, which were riding low on
his hips. The top button was open and she spotted the unmistakable
bulge at his crotch. She was instantly speechless. This man was
infuriatingly beautiful and not seeing him for four days had done
nothing to alleviate the rush of desire she felt. Her breath
shortened and her face reddened. It wasn't going as she had planned.
She was supposed to be angry not aroused.

He concealed his surprise at seeing her at his door at this ungodly
hour. He had been giving her some space after what happened at the
Gunmen's, hoping that she would find the strength to forgive him for
being a jerk. He guessed that thinking was over and that he was about
to get what he deserved from her. Lost in his thoughts, he was
oblivious to her reaction to his state of undress.

He opened the door wider and let her in. The television was muted
but she could tell that he was watching one of the videos that
weren't his. This fact alone centered her and she remembered why she
was there. She turned around, her face composed, her anger in the
background.

"We need to talk."

He brushed past her to switch off the television. He didn't want her
to see that he had been watching; porn featuring a short redhead and
a tall brown haired man. He also readjusted his pants, hoping to hide
his erection.

Her anger was rekindled by his action. For the first time since
she'd known him, she found his pornographic material disgusting. He
was probably watching some tall brunette with big boobs having sex
with his look-alike. That explained the erection. Pig.

"So let's talk," he said, trying to sound casual.

"Are you sure you're ready to talk about it? Are you sure you're
ready to hear what I have to say? Because four days ago, you weren't!
And I don't think I can work with you anymore if you can't trust me!"

The big guns were out. She saw the color drain from his face. She
was going to leave him and he was afraid of that. He couldn't go on
without her, without her rationale, without her friendship, without
her love. They were standing at this crossroads all because his past
had come back to bite him on the ass. He couldn't lose her and so he
didn't have a choice. He had to tell her everything, if he wanted to
keep her, but speechless at the anger he saw reflecting in her eyes,
all he could to say was: 

"I do trust you, Scully."

It was the last straw for her and she exploded, the words pouring
out of her uncontrollably.

"That's a load of bullshit, and you know it! You trust me when it
suits your purpose! In Diana's case, you don't want to trust me! You
don't want to hear that your former lover is up to her neck in the
Conspiracy. You don't want to hear that your judgement is tainted.
She can play you because when it comes to her, you think with your
dick!" 

Mulder was infuriated by her doubting his ability to see through
Diana. He didn't want to hear what a fool he had been ten years ago
and since Diana had been back on the scene. It was a sore subject for
him and he'd already had an earful from Frohike, Byers and Langly.
They had found proof of Diana's involvement with CSM and had given it
to him after sharing it with Scully. They'd also told him in no
uncertain terms what they thought about his behaviour toward Scully.
He just wasn't ready to hear it from Scully herself. 

He stood up and approached her, his eyes shining with anger.

"You're wrong," he seethed, invading her personal space and bending
over to aggravate her.

"Oh, I don't think I am. You just can't accept the truth about her.
That she had a hand in my abduction. That she's been sent to monitor
us because you are still lusting after her. You can't even see admit
that you're being led by your hormones! I'll even wager with you that
you were watching pornography showcasing some brunette with big
boobs, just like Fowley. I saw the bulge in your pants, Mulder.
That's proof enough for me!" Her anger was reaching new heights.

"You don't know what you are talking about, Scully! Don't push me,
Scully, you won't like where it will take you," he said through
gritted teeth, trying to maintain his control.

He didn't want to listen to her anymore. Diana was the past, had
been for a long time. He had granted her the benefit of the doubt for
old times' sake. He had been wrong and he didn't need her to rub his
nose in it. He wanted her to shut up. He wanted her to forget his
foolishness. He needed to make her see that she was the one he loved,
the one he lusted after. 

"I'm not afraid of you, Mulder," she challenged, eyes blazing fire,
anger flowing from every pore.

Her anger was a powerful aphrodisiac. He couldn't bear it anymore.
Losing all restraint, he stepped closer, feline and dangerous.

"You should be," he said as he cradled her face and captured her
mouth. He slipped his tongue between her lips and thoroughly explored
her mouth while rubbing his erection against her belly. He kissed her
harder and nipped at her lower lip .She moaned and pulled him tighter
against her, losing herself in the kiss. She couldn't fight the
desire engulfing her. She had always known that once she tasted him,
she wouldn't be able to let go. She reciprocated, kiss for kiss,
until they couldn't breathe anymore.

Their lips finally separated but he kept his hands on her face, his
mouth an inch from hers, his eyes black with desire. They were both
flushed.

"You want to know what I was doing before you knocked? I was about
to touch myself, thinking about *you*," he whispered in her ear,
making her quiver. 

"I don't believe you," she tried feebly.

"It's the truth, Scully," he answered between bites on her earlobe,
"I was thinking about you" <bite> "about stripping you naked" <bite>
"about making you come with my mouth" <bite> 
"with my fingers" <bite>
"with my.."  He rubbed his erection against her belly again. 

She loosened her embrace and looked into his eyes, trying to decide
if he was lying to her. What she saw there was pure unadulterated
love. And lust. He couldn't fake what was deeply embedded in his
soul. He was telling the truth, a truth she was finally ready to
accept. Their time had come.

She closed the gap between them and kissed him once again, exploring
his mouth, playing with his tongue, caressing it with the tip of
hers. 

He lowered his hands to her shoulders and pulled off her coat,
letting it fall to the ground. He tore her blouse open, making the
buttons fly .Disengaging his mouth, he knelt before her and kissed
his way from her throat to her breast bone. He alternated between
kissing, nipping and licking, making her crazy. She was holding onto
his shoulders, trying to anchor herself against the tornado of
arousal she was caught up in. 

Her bra was in the way and that displeased him. He took the little
lacy strap between the cups in his teeth and tore it open. It freed
her full and ripe breasts. Her nipples were hardened little nubs
begging for attention. He brushed his fingers over them and pinched
one lightly. She moaned again and he went in for the kill, taking a
nipple in his mouth. She arched her back to give him better access.
He licked her roughly, suckled, laved and soothed her aroused flesh,
switching breasts once in a while.

She was gripping his shoulders tightly, pushing her body against his
bare torso to increase the contact. But he wanted more and let go of
her nipples. He unbuttoned her jeans and removed them, taking her
panties off in the same motion. He was entranced by her thick and
glistening patch of red curls. He hummed low in his throat and
descended on her, smelling the distinctive aroma of arousal. 

"Mulder..I want you naked too," she said, stopping him from licking
her tight clit.

He raised his head to a sight he never thought he would be privy to;
a very aroused Scully, face flushed, breasts bobbing over him. She
was so beautiful.

She kneeled, too, and before he knew it, tore his jeans open,
grabbed his pulsating shaft in her little hand and squeezed.  It was
his turn to moan and she seemed pleased with herself for being able
to provoke that kind of reaction. She caressed his silken flesh with
her fingertips, eliciting more moans from Mulder.

He was rock hard, his flesh purple, a drop of pre-cum glistening on
the tip. She licked her lips, pondering a blow job over impaling
herself on his cock. Her slight hesitation was her demise. His hands
immediately grabbed her ass, and in one smooth motion he lifted her
off the ground and impaled her on his erection. She gripped his
shoulders to keep her balance while he withdrew to thrust once more.

They both locked eyes as he set up a rhythm that worked for both of
them. Her lids were heavy but she fought to keep gazing at him. He
reached for one tight nipple and rolled it between his fingers. He
was proud of himself when it drew a loud moan from her. He noted for
future reference the fact that his quiet partner was very vocal in
the throes of passion. 

His balls were tightening as his orgasm approached. He let go of her
nipple and dropped his hand to her curls, rubbing her clit while
trusting harder and faster. She started to slam herself onto him,
moaning constantly now and chanting his name like a mantra. 

He exploded into her, holding her down so he could stay buried deep
inside her. Her walls spasmed around him and she wailed:

"Oh God, Mulderrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.."

She fell forward onto his chest, breathing loudly and sweating
profusely. He embraced her, equally breathless and sweaty. She
snuggled into him, all anger dissipated. She felt sated. She felt
good. 

"I love you, Scully, it's the only truth that matters," he
whispered, tightening his embrace.

"I love you too, Mulder." She disengaged herself from his embrace to
lock eyes with him. "And you just made it more personal for us. Don't
ever doubt me again."

"I won't."

"Good boy.  Now take me to bed and show me how much you mean it."

"Oh I love it when you get all bossy on me, Scully".

They kissed sweetly one more time before moving their newfound
closeness to the bedroom, their fogged brains not registering the
steady knocking on the door. An angry Diana Fowley finally gave up.
She had heard enough to know that she had lost any chance of
monitoring Mulder more closely. She had failed in every respect and
would have to face the wrath of what was left of the Consortium.

Fin