TITLE:        NEW YEAR'S RESOLUTION
AUTHOR:       DONNILEE
E-MAIL:       DONNILEE@SNET.NET
CATEGORY:     MSR
RATING:       NC-17
SPOILERS:     Little ones for Duane Barry, Orison, and 
Milagro
SUMMARY:      Mulder helped Scully save face.  Then they 
sucked face.  Now 
they have to deal with the morning after.  Sequel to "N is 
for New Year's Eve."
DEDICATION:   Hmmm, let's see.  Again, I got quite a few 
requests, but the most 
recent voices were Ansa and Alison.  So girls, this one's 
for you. ?

PART 1 (NC-17)
FOX MULDER'S APARTMENT
ARLINGTON, VA
JANUARY 1, 2001
MONDAY - 8:00 AM

I woke to the sound of the shower running.  I had a flash 
of panic until I realized 
that I wasn't in my own bed.  I burrowed into the sheets, 
inhaling deeply and 
smelling the unique fragrance of sex.  At least, it was 
unique to me, it had been 
so long. Mulder claimed it had been a long time for him 
too.  Five years.  I never 
would have guessed.

I rolled over and stretched my hand out to his side of the 
bed.  The sheets were 
still warm, and my ruffling hand stirred up a faint scent 
of cologne and that smell 
that was just, Mulder.   Still warm, that meant he couldn't 
have been up for long.

I slid out of bed, feeling rather sticky and wishing that I 
could have woken up in 
his arms.  But I had promised him that I wasn't done with 
him yet.  So there 
would be other opportunities if I had anything to say about 
it.

God, I'd really lost it.  I'd really gone out on a limb 
last night.  I'd let him take me 
out on a real date.  It had been fun, not to mention 
enlightening.  And I think, 
somewhere in the back of my head, I knew what had held me 
back.  I knew if I let 
Mulder close, he would sweep me away, and that's exactly 
what had happened. 
One real date, Dana's in the sack!  

If it were anyone but Mulder, I would worry about my 
reputation.  But it was 
Mulder.

Christ, it was Mulder.  I closed my eyes, remembering the 
unbelievable feeling of 
fullness when he had finally penetrated me, stretching my 
long unused muscles 
to the limit.  So full.

I rolled off the bed and groaned as my muscles protested to 
the movement.  I 
was sore in places I forgot I had muscles!  Whew!  I took a 
steadying breath and 
gingerly made my way to the bathroom door, which was open a 
crack, steam 
billowing out of the opening.  

I walked in, careful to be quiet and watched him for 
several moments.  He rinsed 
the shampoo from his hair.  One hand held a cake of soap 
and he rubbed his 
chest, creating a sudsy froth.  He was humming!

Mulder was humming.  What do you know?  I couldn't help the 
smile that split my 
face.  God, I rarely saw him look so relaxed, so content.  
Of course, he didn't 
know I was watching him yet.  

I gave myself away a second later when his soapy hand 
swiped over the pubic 
hair on either side of his penis, soaping up his groin.  
One hand braced his body 
against the shower wall while the other slid underneath his 
balls and lifted, 
spreading the suds.  

I heard a small grunt and his head fell back, eyes closed 
as a sly smile came to 
his lips.  I heard him whisper, "Scully, oh God."

His hand ran up the length of his flaccid penis and I saw 
it start to harden.  
Despite the heat in the bathroom and the steam, my mouth 
was suddenly very 
dry.  The second stroke and I moaned, quietly.  

But he heard me.  His head snapped around, eyes opening and 
his hand yanked 
upwards as he set his palm over his heart.  "Jesus, Scully, 
you scared me."

I smiled and walked over to the glass, "May I join you?"

He grinned wide.  "Sure."  He slid the glass door open and 
I stepped carefully 
inside, wincing as the soreness inside my vagina gave a 
sudden cringe.

"Hi," I said sheepishly.  

He was blushing.  "Are you all right, Scully?"

Shit, he saw me wince.  "Yes, I'm fine."

He frowned.  Oh yeah, he hated it when I said that.  
"Really, I'm a little sore, 
that's all."

"I hurt you?" He was instantly in guilt mode.

I smiled as wide as I could.  "It's the good kind of hurt, 
Mulder."

"What kind is that?" he asked, looking genuinely confused.

"The soreness that comes from finally using parts of my 
anatomy that had laid 
dormant for so long, I wondered if they even existed 
anymore."

He chuckled then.  He put his arms around me and turned, 
putting me under the 
water.  I sighed as the warm water cascaded down onto my 
head.  He grabbed 
up his shampoo and put some in his palms.  "Turn around."

I did, and tipped my head back.  He gently messaged the 
shampoo into my hair 
with his fingertips.  I moaned softly at the feel of the 
gentle massage of my scalp.  
"Rinse," he said softly.

I did and turned to face him.  He was turning a bar of soap 
over and over in his 
hands.  When they were sufficiently loaded with suds, he 
reached out tentatively 
and touched my shoulders, asking with his eyes if it was 
all right.

I nodded and he began soaping me from neck to toe.  He 
lingered over my 
breasts, making them stand up and salute his attentions.  
He went down on his 
knees and soaped his hands.  He looked up at me with a 
mischievous grin and 
reached slowly toward the juncture of my thighs. I watched 
him intently.  He 
brushed his palm over my pubic hair and then turned his 
palm up, sliding it 
between my legs as I spread my legs wide, until my feet 
rested against each side 
of the tub.

I heard him moan softly in the back of his throat as he 
gently washed me back 
and forth.  Two or three strokes was all it took and my 
nether lips tingled viciously 
and then swelled, becoming slick.  Good lord, I could feel 
my pulse in my crotch!

His fingers were slippery as they went from washing, to 
just caressing.  He 
circled the area between my anus and my vagina gently and I 
put my hands on 
his shoulders for balance as I felt my knees buckle 
slightly.  I locked them again 
and hear him chuckle. 

Our eyes met.  "How long were you watching me, Scully?"

His voice startled me and I gasped.  He looked up at me, 
his face flushed, 
rivulets of water washing down his muscular chest.  "Not 
long," I whispered.  Just 
about 30 seconds before ...."  I trailed off.

"Before I touched myself," he finished for me.

I nodded.  "Do you have any idea how sexy you are?" I asked 
him.

He actually blushed.  It was very slight under his olive 
skin but I saw it and 
delighted in it.  He shook his head.  "You are the sexy 
one, Scully. God, you are 
the most beautiful woman I've ever known."

I felt warmth wash through me at his words, a shiver racing 
down my spine.  He 
resumed his gentle swiping between my legs, the knuckle of 
his forefinger 
moving up to brush my clit with each pass.  I whimpered.

He kept talking.  "Do you like watching, Scully?"

"Huh?"  I was having a hard time concentrating on what he 
was saying.  

"I asked if you liked to watch."

"In ... in general?  Or do I like to watch you?"

"Both, either.  I don't know."

"I don't know if I like to watch.  Never really did that 
before.  But I liked watching 
you.  You're so beautiful."

He stopped his movement and looked up at me.  He smiled and 
then resumed 
his petting, one hand sliding around back and caressing my 
ass as his other 
hand inserted his long middle finger gently inside as far 
as it would go.

I moaned and my knees did buckle then.  "Still sore, 
Scully?"

"A little, but its O.K."

"Let's get out of here."

"Then I'll need another shower."

He chuckled as he retreated, standing up slowly.  I hissed 
at his retreat and he 
said, "The shower isn't going anywhere."

I nodded and followed him out.  He quickly dried himself 
and his hair and then 
lovingly dried me from head to toe, taking a long time to 
dry my hair.  When he 
was finished, he dropped the towel and picked a hairbrush 
up from the back of 
the toilet and said, "Bedroom."

"What do you plan on doing with that?" I asked.

"Weapon of choice for unruly hair."

He followed me out and I  bent over, reaching for my 
underwear that were discarded 
on the floor the night before.  He said, "Leave them for 
now."  

I turned and looked at him silently a moment.  He nodded 
toward the bed.  I 
crawled up and he crawled up to lean against the head 
board.  "So you think my 
hair is unruly?"

"No, mine is."  He quickly raked the brush through his 
hair, sweeping it straight 
back. A long lock feel over his forehead and he rolled his 
eyes.  I giggled.  He 
met my gaze and sat still while my eyes roamed over him.  

"Jesus, Mulder," I said, feeling my heart rate accelerate.

His dropped the brush and slid his hands slowly down his 
chest, and then each 
hand went to the inside of his thighs. They ran slowly from 
groin to knee and he 
spread his legs, blinking slowly.

I made a strangled sound in the back of my throat as I sat 
on my knees watching 
him.  He stroked his inner thighs, teasing himself and I 
watched his penis harden, 
swinging slowly up off his thigh to rest against his hip 
bone.  "Does this make you 
uncomfortable?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

I shook my head, but said nothing.  His left hand moved 
down and cupped his 
balls from underneath.  The other grasped his shaft near 
the top and rubbed the 
sensitive glans, spreading the precum over the smooth 
surface.  I was breathing 
heavily through my nose.

The tips of his fingers raked slowly back and forth over 
the bottom of his balls and 
the area behind.  His stomach muscles bunched as he bent 
forward slightly to 
reach.  "Oh God," I whispered, my eyes riveted to the 
sight.

"Touch yourself, Scully."

I squeaked in astonishment, breaking out of my stare and 
meeting his eyes.  
They were heavy lidded and his pupils were dilated.  "I 
don't ..."

"Let me see.  You watch me.  I'll watch you."

I swallowed hard.  Could I do this?  "Mulder, I don't know 
what to ..."

"Touch your breasts."

I tentatively reached up and cupped my breast, kneading 
gently and swiping my 
thumbs over the nipples. My head fell back on a groan and I 
touched myself and 
saw him begin to stroke himself at the same time.

He murmured, "Yeah, that's it.  Lord, do you have any idea 
how much it turns me 
on to know you are watching me?"

I shook my head, my arousal overcoming my reticence.  I 
pinched my nipples 
gently and rolled them, feeling my hips buck involuntarily.  
I sat up more on my 
knees and spread my legs.  His breathing sped up.  "Jesus, 
Scully, you are so 
beautiful.  You're cheeks are all flushed, your nipples 
hard."  

He paused and swallowed hard, still stroking himself 
slowly, but I could see his 
grip getting tighter and his breathing was a bit ragged 
now.   My fingers slid down 
and raked over my mons and I slid my hand between my legs.  
This part I had 
practiced plenty.  My forefinger and ring finger spread my 
folds and I slipped my 
middle finger inside.  He groaned and choked out, "Oh God, 
are you wet?"

"Mmm, hmmm," was the only response I could muster.

"Do you want to finish this way?"

"Maybe ... oh God, maybe ... some other time," I managed to 
stutter out.  

He smiled. "Sure you're not to sore?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

He held out his arms and I scrambled into them, pressing 
myself against his 
chest.  His spread legs hooked over the backs of my thighs, 
and he bucked his 
now hard erection up against my tummy.  We kissed, slow and 
tender, and then 
deep and hungry, then back to slow and tender, our tongues 
dancing together.  
Good lord, this man could kiss.

I mumbled, "You're the best kisser I've ever kissed."

He smiled against my lips and muttered, "I could kiss you 
forever.  These lips, 
Scully.  They've tortured me for years."  Then he kissed me 
again, sucking on 
first the top and then the bottom.

I squirmed with impatience and he broke the kiss, smiling.  
"How would you like 
to do this?"

"You mean I get to pick?" I asked in a teasing voice.

He smiled wider.  "Yes, we'll take turns, how's that?"

I nodded.  "Can I be on top this time?"

He nodded and slid down the bed onto his back, taking me 
with him easily.  I 
straddled his hips and lowered my wetness onto his 
erection, trapping it between 
us, I rocked my hips back and forth, feeling my wetness 
coat his pulsing shaft.  
He groaned and his eyes rolled back in his head.  I giggled 
again.  I couldn't help 
it.  

He smiled but then groaned again as I ground my crotch into 
his shaft.  "You're 
killing me, Scully."

I raised up, taking him in hand and guided him to my 
entrance.  Our eyes locked 
as I slid down as slow as I could.  He gasped and gripped 
my hips, guiding me.  I 
moaned at the feel of my sore walls being pressed aside.  
"I know I'm going slow, but I want to feel every millimeter 
of you slide in."

"Oh, Scully, you feel so good.  You're so small inside."

I barked out a laugh.  "Maybe a little from disuse, but 
this isn't normal sized 
equipment you're sporting here, Mulder."

He grinned like a lunatic, I could tell, trying not to 
laugh.  He swallowed hard as I 
sank down the last bit and ground myself into him as I 
leaned forward, feeling 
him sink a smidgen deeper and pressing against my stretched 
cervix.  "Awww, 
God, Scully."

We stayed just like that for a few minutes and then he 
said, "So what size equipment is it, Agent Scully?"

We both started to chuckle, bouncing against each other.  
"Just couldn't resist a 
smart ass comment, could you?" I teased.

He shook his head, "You know me."

I sobered, "Yes, I do."

He gazed at me then, looking so happy and so amazed.  He 
confirmed it when 
he said, "Scully, I can't believe you're here with me.  I 
can't believe I'm inside 
you."

I began to ride him slowly, bracing my hands against his 
shoulders.  "Me neither," 
I said. 

I leaned forward and licked his nipples, eliciting a gasp 
as I swiped each one with 
the flat of my tongue and sucked gently.  He lifted his 
knees slightly, his feet on 
the bed for leverage and began to meet my thrusts.  But it 
stayed slow and 
gentle.

A couple of minutes of this and I eased into the rhythm, 
reveling in the feel of him 
sliding languidly in and out of me, watching his butt flex 
gently as he pushed up 
to meet me, staring at his shaft, coated with my arousal as 
I lifted and he withdrew.  We both watched, I don't know 
for how long, peering cautiously at each other and smiling 
shyly.  God, we went at it like wild things last night and 
now we were acting shy.

How could I feel shy when his engorged shaft was embedded 
in my core?  But 
the looks of wonder and joy that were flitting across his 
face as his mouth hung 
open, slack with arousal, his lips glistening from his 
saliva, were causing a 
foreign feeling in my chest.  It was as though my heart 
were expanding.  And 
maybe it was.

I began to laugh softly and he furrowed his brow in 
question.  I shook my head as 
if to say, 'I don't know why I'm laughing,'.  He began 
laughing gently too.  He 
blurted out, "Oh God, how did I get so lucky?  You feel so 
good, Scully." 

I saw his eyes grow moist with tears and he made me shiver 
when he blurted 
out, "I love you so much!"  His mouth grimacing in 
pleasure.

I couldn't stand it anymore and I sped up slightly, lifting 
and settling a little harder.  
It never became frantic though.  He played with my breasts 
and ran his hands 
over my back, my ass, my hips.  Finally his hand dropped 
and swiped across my 
clit, pushing it gently into our joining.  I yelped as I 
instantly felt my orgasm begin 
to coil in my womb.  Holding down my bundle of nerves 
gently with his thumb, his 
shaft dragged along the bottom of it with every stroke.

I began to whimper in earnest and clench my inner muscles.  
He groaned and 
began to thrust faster.  Our eyes locked and I said, 
"Ohohoho, here it comes, 
Mulder.  Oh Goooodddd!"  I shrieked the last as my walls 
began to flutter around 
him, the waves of pleasure washing over me in slow motion.

He shouted at the same instant and began to empty into me, 
his hot seed, 
washing the inside of my tunnel and making me shudder with 
its warmth.  I 
collapsed boneless on his chest and we just held each other 
for a while, running 
our hands over each other's bodies.

I whispered into his neck, "I love you, Mulder."

He squeezed me tightly in response and nuzzled my hair.  
"That's a mighty good 
thing, partner."

"Hmm, why is that?" I asked.

"Because you're stuck with me now.  I'll be worse than gum 
on your shoe."

I began to chuckle.  "Gum on my shoe?"

He shrugged.  "First thing I thought of.  You know?  
Sticking to you like glue."

I started to giggle again.  "Geez, Mulder, the analogies 
are going tie my brain in a 
knot!"

He chuckled.  "You did call me the King of Metaphors last 
night."

"Yes, I did.  It doesn't really bother me, but you can just 
talk straight with me, you 
know?  If you wanted to, I mean.  You don't need to beat 
around the bush or 
couch things in pretty terms."

"I know.  You make me think in pretty terms, Scully."

I sighed.  "That's sweet, Mulder."

"Then again, I don't know how sweet gum on your shoe is, 
really."

I giggled again.  "So what the hell is it we were talking 
about?" I asked 
innocently.

He grinned and lifted my head to meet his gaze again.  "We 
were talking, you 
stunning creature, about that the fact that it's a good 
thing that love me, because 
there's no way to get away from me now."

"I don't want to get away, Mulder.  I just got here."

He smiled again, but it was twinged with sadness.  "I mean 
it, Scully."

I just looked at him, knowing there was more to come.  When 
he didn't say 
anything else, I prompted, "Spit it out, Mulder."

He looked away and looked back again.  "I love joking 
around with you, Scully, 
don't get me wrong.  I love to hear you laugh.  But like I 
said last night, this isn't a 
game to me."

"It's not to me either, Mulder."

"I know.  But it's only fair to warn you that I'm ... I 
tend to be ... a little possessive 
of my women."

"Your women?"

He grinned.  "My woMAN.  It's been a long time, but I doubt 
highly if my 
tendencies have changed."

"Define possessive."

"I want to be with them all the time.  I want to protect 
them from harm.  I get 
angry if another man hits on them or flirts with them.  If 
I'm not with them, I want to know where they are all the 
time."

With a perfectly straight face I said, "So what you're 
saying is that not a damn thing is going to change."

His eyes widened for a split second and then he howled with 
laughter until there 
were tears streaming down his face.  I laughed at him 
laughing, loving the sound 
of it and that I'd been able to make him belly laugh.  I 
could count on one hand 
the amount of times I'd heard him belly laugh.  Chuckle, 
yes, but belly laugh, no.

We finally calmed down and he wiped his tears with the back 
of his hand.  He 
sighed deeply and shook his head in amusement. "Scully, 
you're really good at 
putting me in my place."

I smiled and kissed him.  "I love you, Mulder.  We'll be 
feeling our way for a while.  
Let's just promise to always talk about it, all right?"

He nodded.  "We need to talk more, Scully."

"I know.  Besides, you've never seen a Scully woman in 
action."

"Mmm, should I look forward to that?"

"Depends."

"On what?"

"I can be a bit possessive myself."

"Really?"

"Yes, I can, Agent Mulder.  And I want to have some rules."

"Uh, oh.  Rules."

I grinned, ticking them off on my fingers.  "One, no 
flirting with other women."

He nodded gravely.  "Done."

I smiled.  "I have a feeling that will be tougher than you 
think.  I don't even think 
you realize that you're doing it, sometimes."

"I only flirt with you, Scully."

"Bullshit."  Before he could interrupt, I said, "Two, we 
need to let each other know 
when we have to make any unexpected trips."

"Done."

"Three, absolutely no ditching me for a case, Mulder.  No 
running off on your 
own, never again."

He swallowed and looked down.  "Scully ..."

"I mean it, Mulder," I said, my tone dead serious.  He 
lifted his eyes to meet mine 
and nodded.  "We are always better together than we are 
apart, you know that.  I 
know you want to protect me.  Did it ever occur to you that 
I want to protect you 
too?"

He shook his head.  "Not really."

I harumphed.  "Figures.  Well, I do.  And I can't do that 
if you're not with me."

"But what if I don't want to put you in danger for some 
selfish thing that's just for 
me."

"Well, for one thing, you have to think for two now.  
Secondly, if it concerns you, it 
concerns me, and not just professionally anymore, Mulder.  
Personal stuff too.  I 
want to share it all with you.  If we are going to do this, 
I want to do it right.  I 
know we need to take things as they come.  I know we know a 
lot about each 
other, but this changes things."

"You're right, Scully, as usual."

"Don't be angry with me."

"I'm not."

"O.K., you're frustrated with me."

He was silent.  "Not really.  I know you're right.  I'm 
more frustrated with myself.  
I'm sitting here thinking of all the danger I've dragged 
you into."

"What about the danger I've been in because you ditched 
me?"

"What do you mean?"

"The lies I've had to tell.  The 'unconventional channels' 
I've had to tap to find 
you.  The times I've been alone and you weren't there."

"Barry."  He paused.  "And Phaster.  And that other idiot, 
the writer.  Is that what 
you're talking about?"

"No, not really."

"If I'd been there..."

"None of those things are you're fault, Mulder.  I don't 
mean I was in danger 
because you weren't hovering over me like Mama Bear."

He smiled at that, but it was mirthless.  "I'm talking 
about the things I've had to do 
to find you, to help you.  Mulder, I'm frantic when I don't 
know where you are, when I can't reach you.  And if I 
panic, I start to throw caution to the wind."

He looked at me then, and I saw the light beginning to dawn 
on him.  So I kept 
talking.  "It's like ... part of me is missing.  I go crazy 
not knowing if you are all 
right, not knowing if you are hurt, if you need my help."

His hand came up to palm my cheek.  "Mulder, I'm just as 
terrified of losing you 
as you are of losing me," I said quietly.  "That door 
swings both ways and I need 
for you NOT to forget that."

He pulled me into a fierce hug and rocked me.  "I won't, 
Scully.  I get it now. I'm 
sorry I made you crazy.  I'm sorry I made you worry.  I 
don't want you in danger, 
but I realize that it's always better if we're together.  
Not knowing is the worst.  I 
know, I've been there too."

We were silent for a time.  Then he asked, "What else, O 
Queen of Rules?"

I chucked him on the shoulder and backed up so I could see 
his face.  "I guess I 
need to ask you something first."

"Ask away."

"Should we keep this to the weekends?"

He looked stricken.  "I don't think I can, Scully."

"What about work?"

"Well, I suppose we should have a rule of not displaying 
any outward signs of 
coupleship at work, but ..."

"Coupleship?"  I chuckled again.  "That's a new one on me."

He smiled.  "I mean, if we're locked in the basement, its 
one thing, but for now, 
yeah, I think we should keep this to ourselves, at least 
until we settle into it a bit 
more.  It's going to be weird for a while."

"Want to play it by ear?"

"I don't know, Scully.  I'll spend as much time with you as 
you'll let me.  But I 
know I can be smothering sometimes.  So how about you tell 
me when you want 
me around.  You tell me when you want to come over, or you 
want me to come to 
your place."

"That's pretty one sided."

"Well, that's the way it is.  I'd spend every night with 
you if I could.  But I know 
you need your privacy, your time alone."

"Maybe not as much as you think."

"I don't want to be needy with you, Scully."

"You've always been needy, Mulder.  It's part of your 
charm.  Makes me feel 
good to be needed."

"Not that needed."  He dropped his chin his head.

I tipped his face up with my hand under his chin.  "No 
morose musings now.  This 
is a good thing.  WE are a good thing, Mulder. I wasn't 
sure when the evening 
began last night.  I'd thought about it for a long time, 
but I didn't know if this was 
the right time.  But now I think it is the right time.  
It's our time.  Time for us."

He whispered, "I thought I might have a heart attack when 
you said, 'No rules' 
last night."

I smiled.  "Me too."

"God, Scully, I've wanted to be with you for so long.  It 
was tearing me up.  And 
when you asked me take you to that party, I just couldn't 
pass up the opportunity 
to try and make it something more than was it was 
initially."

"I'm glad you did," I said quietly.

"I had to decompress my head to get it out the door after 
you told me you thought 
I was sexy."  He smiled sheepishly at me from under his 
lashes.  It killed me 
when he did that.

I grinned from ear to ear.  "Well, sexy man, you need to 
feed me."

"Of course, we need to keep your strength up."  

"Going to be giving me a work out on a regular basis, huh?"

"God, I hope so," he quipped.



PART 2 (NC-17)
DANA SCULLY'S APARTMENT
JANUARY 1, 2001
MONDAY - 11:30 AM

"Want to break for lunch early, Scully?"

She looked up from her lap top and said, "Sure, just a 
minute.  I just need to 
finish this little paragraph and I'll be done."

She was typing justifications for our expense reports which 
were a month behind.  
Accounting was squealing because they couldn't close out 
the year without them.  
I had actually been making myself useful by organizing the 
receipts and putting 
sticky notes on them to indicate which case they were 
related to.  We let them 
build up so much sometimes, that it was hard for Scully to 
remember.  

My memory came in handy for some things.  She finished 
whatever she was 
typing and hit the button to shut down her monitor with a 
flourish.  I smiled, and 
we stood and grabbed our coats.

"Where do you want to go?"

"I don't know."

"You pick."

"How about we just grab a grinder at Moe's Diner.  It's 
close and we can sit and 
sozzle coffee and they don't rush you out the door."

"Planning on taking a long lunch, Agent Scully?"

She smiled at me.  "Think it's a little to early to push 
our luck by ditching for a quickie?"

I almost choked on my own saliva, biting my tongue.  I was 
not used to this 
Scully.  This Scully that slung innuendo as hard as I ever 
had.   "It's New Year's Day, Scully, we shouldn't be 
working at all. We should be ditching for the entire day.

She sighed and turned to me, a mischievous glint in her 
eyes.  "I think  you're right."

"You do?" I asked, mock incredulous.

She grinned.  "Yes, let's go get lunch and then come back 
here."

"And then?"

"And then ... I'll think of something."

"You're on."

XXXXXXXXXX
GAMES GALORE
SHOPPING MALL
GEORGETOWN, VA
1:30 PM

"You have GOT to be kidding me?!"

"Nope."

I kept a straight face as I held up the game.  We were in a 
store that sold everything from computer game to board 
games.  

"Scully, do you honestly think you could beat me at that?"

"Might arrogant of you, there, Agent Mulder.  You are 
dealing with a medical doctor here."

I held up the box marked, "Sexual Trivial Pursuit" and 
shook it, rattling its contents.

He laughed and conceded.  "All right, get it, but you're 
going to be sorry."

"I doubt it."

We went to go to the checkout line and rounded the corner 
and nearly ran smack into A.D. Skinner.  

He took us in with an amused look on his face.  We were 
both biting our cheeks 
trying to get our mirth under control, but somehow, seeing 
him there, just made it 
worse and we both burst out laughing again.

"Sor...sorry, Sir," he managed to get out between choking 
guffaws. 

"What are you two up to today?" he asked innocently.  The 
corners of his mouth turned up.  He didn't know what was so 
funny but he was amused to find us unable to smother our 
mirth.  It wasn't often he got to see us having fun.  Come 
to think of it, it wasn't often we did have any fun.  I 
hoped that would change now.

"Shopping," Mulder blurted out and I snorted.

"And having a good time of it too, I see.  What have you 
got there?"

I held the box behind my back, nervous in an instant.  My 
mirth died and I licked my lips.  Mulder jumped in.  "Just 
a game.  We decided we don't have enough fun and we're 
trying to change that.  Decided to enjoy the day off for a 
change."

He held up a CD marked "Taxes Made Easy" and smirked.  We 
both smiled and I said, "Well, that doesn't look like much 
fun."

"Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow," he said finally, 
when we were silent.

"Yeah, tomorrow," I said quickly.  

We waited while he went to the register and checked out.  
We watched him leave the store.  Mulder looked down at me 
and said, "Whew, that was close."

"Geez, too close."

He took my biceps in his hands and turned me to him.  I 
know had the game between us.  "Don't do it, Scully."

"Do what?"

"Don't freak out.  It's no big deal.  And if we had to run 
into anyone, I'm glad it was him."

"Glad?!  Mulder, our boss almost caught us buying a game of 
Sexual Trivial Pursuit!"

He laughed that maddeningly calm chuckle and shook his 
head.  "It's all right.  Better him than one of the agents 
that has it in for us and has a big mouth."

I sighed.  "Do you think he saw it?"

"No, I don't."

"What if he did?"

"Well, he didn't say anything.  And if he does, we'll deal 
with it then.  It's not a crime to buy a board game, 
Scully.  You're making too big a deal out of this."

"It's what this game implies."

"What does it imply?" He wagged his eyebrows at me, 
leering.

I smiled despite my worry.  "I really am uptight, aren't 
I?"

"Scully, friends can play any game they want to, even one 
like this and it doesn't mean that they are involved."

"I know, but it will look that way."

"There'd be no proof, besides I don't think he saw it.  We 
had a nice lunch, and we were having fun.  We have this one 
day off and I'm not going to let this ruin it.  Let's go 
home, put on a pot of coffee, get naked and play this 
game."

"Mulder!" I hissed in exasperation.  "We are in the middle 
of a store still, for Christ's sake!"

He grinned and said, "Yes we are and I love that I can say 
things like that to you now."

I shook my head in amused exasperation. "We have to be 
careful, Mulder."

"At work."

"Everywhere."

He was silent a moment and then said, "O.K., but I refuse 
to walk around Georgetown, Arlington and D.C. on 
eggshells."

"You're right, I'm overreacting."

"Yes, you are."  He paused. "I love you, you know?" he said 
softly.

I looked up at him.  "I know.  Me too."

He smiled softly and dipped his head down, capturing my 
lips in a soft kiss.  "Let's go home."

I sniffled.  "O.K."  

He took the game from me and I followed him to the 
register.

XXXXXXXXXX

Agents Mulder and Scully were acting weird, he thought as 
he exited the store.  It was odd to see them laughing and 
looking so relaxed.  He didn't think they ever spent time 
together as friends outside of work.  Guess he'd been wrong 
about that.

What was the game they were trying to hide?  Without even 
really thinking about it, his curiosity and investigative 
instincts kicked in.  He did a U-turn outside the door and 
slipped back into the store, hurrying down the far aisle.  
He rounded the end of racks and walked slowly until he saw 
them, standing just where he left them.

The first thing he heard was, "Glad?!  Mulder, our boss 
almost caught us buying a game of Sexual Trivial Pursuit!"

He swallowed hard, nearly choking and suppressing the 
laughter that wanted to bubble up out of his chest.  He 
peered carefully through the rack, stepping further into 
the aisle but still where he could see them through the 
games stacked on his side of the rack.

Feeling only a little guilty, he listened to the entire 
conversation.  He shouldn't be hearing this.  He couldn't 
help gasping when he heard the next part.

"There'd be no proof, besides I don't think he saw it.  We 
had a nice lunch, and we were having fun.  We have this one 
day off and I'm not going to let this ruin it.  Let's go 
home, put on a pot of coffee, get naked and play this 
game."

"Mulder!" I hissed in exasperation.  "We are in the middle 
of a store still, for Christ's sake!"

He grinned and said, "Yes we are and I love that I can say 
things like that to you now."

I shook my head in amused exasperation. "We have to be 
careful, Mulder."

"At work."

"Everywhere."

He was silent a moment and then said, "O.K., but I refuse 
to walk around Georgetown, Arlington and D.C. on 
eggshells."

"You're right, I'm overreacting."

"Yes, you are."  He paused. "I love you, you know?" he said 
softly.

I looked up at him.  "I know.  Me too."

He smiled softly and dipped his head down, capturing my 
lips in a soft kiss. 

A.D. Skinner watched through the racks as Mulder bent down 
low to his diminutive partner and captured her lips in soft 
kiss.  He saw a flash of her tongue as she returned his 
kiss and he felt his groin tingle and tighten.

Shit! He exclaimed to himself.  I shouldn't be seeing this!  
What the hell? He silently asked his groin.  That's what 
you get for being nosey, asshole, he thought to himself.

"Let's go home," he heard Mulder say.

He peered after them until they disappeared to the 
register.  He mumbled to himself, "Lucky bastard."

He hoped he could keep his knowledge to himself.  Although 
you couldn't be fired for having a relationship such as 
theirs, but you could be split up.  Then again, most people 
thought they'd been at it for years and no one had 
suggested to him that he address the issue or split them 
up.  Blevins wanted Scully on the X-Files, despite the fact 
that she had turned out to be ally.  No one else wanted the 
job.

He was the only one that didn't think they'd been lovers.  
How could he have missed it?  But wait!  She'd been talking 
about being careful.  Weren't these discussions you had in 
the beginning of the relationship?  Of course they were.  
If they'd been together all along, these types of things 
would have been out of the way long ago. 

If they'd just gotten together, then this was all new and 
that would explain their nervousness upon seeing him.  He 
smiled and straightened his shoulders.  He would do 
whatever he could to protect them.  After all they'd been 
through, they deserved a little happiness.

Mulder was still the luckiest bastard on the planet, he 
thought.

XXXXXXXXXX
DANA SCULLY'S APARTMENT
GEORGETOWN, VA
JANUARY 1, 2001
MONDAY - 2:30 PM

I was sitting naked on Dana Scully's couch, leaning against 
her arm rest, one leg against the backrest, the other on 
the floor.

She sat facing me in the same position.  I was going mad.  
We both had a hand between her legs.  I watched as she idly 
twirled a finger in her wet folds.  Her free hand held a 
book.  We had decided to forego the flash cards and the 
board or keeping score.  We were just having a ball reading 
this damn thing.

She cleared her throat.  "Slang for the fetish of urinating 
on your partner during sexual relations?"  She quirked an 
eyebrow at me, as though proud she'd gotten that out with a 
straight face.

I barked laughter at her expression and answered, "Water 
sports."

She nodded curtly.  "Bundle of nerves located between the 
vagina and the urethra on a woman?"

"Clitoris.  These are too easy, Scully."

She looked at me.  "You're right.  We'll do the hard ones 
another time."

"Another time?" I asked, squeezing my now hard cock in my 
fist.  

"Yes, another time."  She set the book down and stood up, 
twirling her hand, indicating that I should turn.  I spun 
on the couch and put both legs on the floor.  

She gave me the look of a hungry tiger.  I couldn't get 
over that she wanted me, seemingly as much as I wanted her.  
Ice Queen my ass.  

She slid into my lap, straddling my thighs and leaned in 
for a kiss.  Her tongue plunged into my mouth and I eagerly 
danced my own around him, humming at the feel.  I couldn't 
get enough of kissing those full, pouty lips.  They were so 
soft and warm.

I grunted as she slid her head to my ear and bit down 
gently on my earlobe.  She raised up, reaching for my cock 
and held it steady as she lowered herself onto my shaft. 

She wiggled, seating herself firmly and we both moaned.  He 
held her like that, enjoying the feel of her tight, moist 
walls, fluttering around me.  "God, Mulder," she murmured.

She began lifting up and sitting down.  Her pace wasn't 
slow for long.  I held her hips firmly and let her set the 
pace.  I latched onto her breast and suckled her nipple, 
slow and hard, the way I now know she likes it best.

XXXXXXXXXX

I am one sick bastard, he thought, as he stood outside Dana 
Scully's apartment.  The funny thing was that he'd never 
really been interested in Dana Scully.  Oh sure, he wasn't 
dead and therefore, noticed that she was a beautiful, 
interesting and intelligent woman.  But surprisingly, he'd 
never thought of her as a sexual creature.  Probably 
because of her iron professional persona.

Mulder he'd always known was passionate and he supposed he 
would be no different in his personal life.  And oddly, he 
had no desire to be with Dana Scully.  But there was some 
odd fascination, a dark pull, that had led him to this 
door.   The thought of the TWO of them together was a turn 
on.

They were perfect for each other.  He was glad the hallway 
was deserted and he felt like a bit of a pervert as he 
pressed his ear to the crack in the door, but he couldn't 
seem to stop himself.  What the hell was the matter with 
him?

Just then he heard Dana gasp loudly and her low alto 
reached his ears, "God, Mulder,"

A few seconds later he heard, "Yeah, oh suck it hard."  He 
was instantly erect and straining against his zipper.  

He placed his hand over his cock and pressed it into his 
stomach, shuddering.  He must be sucking on her tits.  
Jesus, she sounded wild.

Their grunts, groans and gasps reached his ears and his 
hand began stroking his hard on through his pants.  What 
the HELL am I doing? He thought for the hundredth time in 
the last half hour as he drove over here.  It'd been so 
long since he was with a woman.

Then he pressed his ear tightly to the crack as he heard 
Mulder groan.  "Awww, baby, you feel so good.  Shit, you're 
so tight."

Skinner bit his tongue to keep from moaning himself, 
imagining how small she must be inside and what it would 
feel like to be sheathed inside her.  God, he needed to get 
laid, badly.

She began to whimper, "Ohohohohoh, yeah, right there, just 
like that, oh God, Mulder.  Oh, I'm gonna come.  Make me 
come."

He bit his tongue again so hard that he tasted the metallic 
taste of blood in his mouth.  Her voice was shuddering out 
of her in a staccato whimper.  It was the sound of intense 
pleasure, the kind that robbed you of speech and made you 
light headed.

Good Lord, he'd never made a woman sound like that.  He 
grudgingly gave Mulder a pat on the back in his head.  
"Swweett Jesus!" she wailed.  "Ahhhh, Ahhhh, Ahhhh!"

She wailed through her orgasm.  He heard a popping noise 
that must have been Mulder's mouth disengaging from her 
nipple.  He pictured her puckered nipples, hard from 
suckling and wet with saliva and licked his lips.  

He listened and heard the soft smack of skin on skin, the 
wet sound of drenched skin slapping together.  God, how 
long had it been since he'd heard that sound?  It sounded 
like they were both soaked.  

Holy shit, they were still going.  He saluted Mulder 
mentally.  Two points for endurance buddy.  By now he was 
yanking on his cock, totally remorseless in the wake of his 
arousal.  He heard Mulder's voice, gruff and ragged with 
passion, "Turn ... on your knees."

Oh Fuck!  He pictured her on her hands and knees, that pert 
little as stuck up in the air and felt his balls coil and 
draw up tight.  Knowing he was probably about to be 
arrested and not caring, he opened his fly quickly and 
stuck his hand inside his boxers to feel his own skin on 
his throbbing flesh.  He didn't pull it out but he needed 
the contact with his own hand.  

He grunted and bit his lip, panicking for a second that 
they had heard him.  His eyes darted down the hall left and 
right. No one.  He put his ear back to the door.  The 
smacking sound was louder this way.  He could hear  him 
pounding into her hard and fast.  

She shrieked, "Yes!  So deep this way!  God, you're so big!  
Hard, oh God, again!  Again!  Yes, I'm gonna come again, 
baby, little more, I'm gonna come again."

His own palm was slick with sweat as he stroked himself 
harshly, breathing raggedly, hoping their own sounds 
covered his own labored breathing.  Twice, he was making 
her come twice.  She wailed, nearly sobbing as he came 
again.  "Yeah, baby, that's it, come for me, come for me."

Jesus, Mulder!  Who are you?  Superman?

Mulder's voice reached him again.  "Up, up on your knees."

He heard shuffling, more smacking of skin.  She whimpered, 
"Oh, pinch hard."

Holy shit, he must be pinching her nipple as she sat up on 
her knees.  Smack, smack, smack.

Then, "Oh God, Mulder.  Push!  Push harder!"

"Doesn't hurt?" he asked, panting through clenched teeth.

"No!  Pinch it.  Pinch my clit!"

Holy Shit!  What did this guy have, four arms?  His mind 
assembled the picture instantly.  Her on her knees, back 
arched.  Mulder's big palms, one on her breast, pinching 
her nipple, the other between her legs in front, pinching 
her clitoris.

Mulder sounded almost angry.  "That's it.  One more time, 
baby.  Come for me one more time."

"Ca...ca...can't!"

"You can!  He heard the smacking sound become louder.  He 
must be drilling her so hard!  Holy shit.  "Let go!  I've 
got you!  Let go, Scully!  I've got you!"

Her voice rose and fell up and down on a long drawn out 
wail, "Ahhhhh, Awwwww, Ahhhh, Awwwww, Ahhhh, Awwwww.  Oh 
Ffuucckk!"

"YES!" Mulder shouted.  "Oh the way you grip me!  Oh God, I 
love you!"

Mulder wailed and came, grunting with the exertion as she 
panted and whimpered.  

Skinner grunted, feeling his balls spasm as he spurted hard 
and quick into his pants.

He heard her couch cushions squeak as they collapsed onto 
them, both of them chuckling and panting hard.  "Wooo 
Hooo!" Mulder shouted, and they both laughed, gasping from 
the lack of air.

Silence for a few moments and then Dana's voice.  "You are 
the most amazing lover I've ever had."

He heard a loud smack his hips on her skin.

He zipped himself up, feeling dirty and disgusted with 
himself.  I've got to get out of here.  He turned to leave 
and scuffed his toe on the carpet, stumbling, his feet 
thumping loudly on the floor as he tried to regain his 
balance.

SHIT!

XXXXXXXXXX

"Mulder, what was that?"

"I don't know."  He was off the couch and yanking on his 
jeans before he finished his answer.  He ran barefoot, 
jeans hanging open to the door and peered out of the peep 
hole.

He yanked the door open and stuck his head out into the 
hallway.  Dana watched the sweat roll in little rivers down 
his back into his waistband.  "Mulder?"

He looked down to the end of the hallway in time to see the 
back of dress shoe disappear through the doorway to the 
stairwell.  Why would someone take the stairwell?  He took 
off down the hallway and hit the stairwell door at a run.  

He heard Dana shout behind him.  "Mulder?!"

He leaped down the stairs three at a time, bruising his 
feet on the cement stairs.  He reached the bottom and burst 
into the lobby.

Just in time to see A.D. Skinner walking in through the 
revolving door at the front of the building.  He glanced 
down and muttered, "Oh shit."

He quickly zipped his fly and buttoned his jeans, knowing 
it wouldn't help much.  Skinner approached him slowly, 
looking him up and down.  He looked flushed but that was 
probably because he was embarrassed at finding him in this 
state of undress in the lobby of Dana's apartment building.

"Agent Mulder?  Are you all right?"

"Uh, yeah.  You didn't see someone run through her did 
you?"

"No, can't say that I did."

"Oh, O.K."

Silence.  Well, this was awkward.  Skinner held up a hanker 
chief.  It was Mulder's.  Skinner said, "You dropped it in 
the store."

Mulder raised his eyebrows.  "I was in the mall near that 
store and a clerk came out looking for you.  She must have 
seen us talking and asking if I knew where you went.  I 
didn't, but I took the hanker chief, said I'd get it back 
to you."

"Thanks.  You didn't have to come all the way out here on 
your day off."

"No problem, I haven't got anything better to do."

Mulder felt sorry for him.  God, this guy needed a woman, 
almost as bad as he had before Scully.  "Why didn't you go 
to my place?"

He looked flustered for a moment but then said,  "This was 
closer and I thought I'd drive by here first.  I saw your 
car outside so I stopped.  If it wasn't here, I was going 
to go to your place."

"Oh."  Mulder looked down and shivered as the sweat cooled 
on his body.

He looked up self consciously and saw Skinner's eyes flick 
over his sweaty chest.  He ran his fingers through his 
sweaty hair, spraying sweat in droplets down his back.  

He cleared his throat, "I know this ... doesn't look good."

Skinner didn't say anything.  The elevator dinged and the 
doors opened.  Scully rushed toward him, wearing her jeans 
and a spaghetti strap tee that left nothing to the 
imagination.  She had small white tennis sneakers on her 
feet with no socks.  Her weapon was jammed into the 
waistband of her pants.  "Mulder, what ?..."  

She broke off when she saw Skinner.  Tendrils of her hair 
were stuck to her temples, her cheeks were high with color 
and her eyes slightly glassy.  Her pouty lips were 
glistening wet.  She wasn't wearing a speck of make up.

He crossed her arms under her breasts as she saw Skinner's 
eyes flicker over her chest.  She was suddenly aware of how 
she must look and that her nipples were hard as a rock and 
poking through the little tee.  It was nearly see through.

Skinner's only thought was, she looks like a woman that's 
been properly fucked and he grinned.

"Sir ..." she began, looking at the floor.

He cut her off.  "Agents, I'll be going now."

Mulder looked at Scully.  "He brought me my hanker chief.  
I dropped it in the store."

"Oh."

Skinner looked at them, both nervous and looking scared at 
his reaction.  If they only knew!

He smiled and cleared his throat. 

Mulder said, "Sir, I know how this looks."

Skinner smiled wider, he couldn't help it.  What would 
Mulder come up with now?

He decided to save them the case of nerves.  It was only 
fair after what he'd just done, even if they didn't know 
he'd done it.

"I think I'm going to make a New Year's resolution," he 
stated grimly.

They both peered at him nervously.  Scully asked, "What's 
that, sir?"

"That whenever I see my Agents outside of work, I'm going 
to pretend like I never saw them."

"Sir?" Mulder asked, his eyes suddenly drilling into 
Skinner's head.

Skinner smiled.  "You're secret's safe with me."

Two loud breaths were expelled from each of his Agents as 
their glances darted to each other and back to him.  Scully 
was chewing on her lip and Mulder ran a hand through his 
hair again. It spiked up at a ridiculous angle making him 
look like a demented woodpecker.

He clamped down on the burst of laughter that wanted to 
emerge.

"Thank you, Sir," Scully whispered.

"I think our New Year's resolution should be to be more 
careful."

Scully raised an eyebrow at him and all three of them 
laughed.  Skinner said, "Yeah, not a good plan to run half 
naked into the lobby of your girlfriend's building if you 
don't want people to know you're ..."  He trailed off, 
blushing.

The whole top of his head turned red.  Scully said, "I'm 
going up now."  She hugged herself tighter and walked 
briskly to the elevator.  

Mulder and Skinner watched her go.  Mulder turned to him.  
"I'm sorry to put you in that awkward situation.  I heard 
something in the hallway and I bolted after it.  Dumb.  It 
was probably just a neighbor.  But I panicked."

"You can be a bit paranoid, not that you don't have good 
reason."

Mulder nodded.  "Anyway, thank you for ... your 
understanding."

"No problem.  You two deserve ... some happiness."

Mulder smiled tentatively.  "Yeah ..."

Skinner took a deep breath.  "Mulder?"

"Yeah?"

"You do know how lucky you are, right?"

He locked his eyes on Skinner's, not sure what he was 
trying to say.  He saw a lonely man standing in front of 
him and he understood.  He felt a bit kindred with him at 
that moment, having so recently felt that same crushing 
loneliness.

"I do, Sir, believe me, I do.  She means the world to me.  
I think you know that."

Skinner nodded.  "Take good care of her, Mulder."

"I will."

"Although it looks like you're doing a pretty good job," he 
said dryly.

"Jesus!" Mulder exclaimed, smiling and looking away in 
embarrassment.  He brought his eyes slowly back to the A.D.

He was grinning from ear to ear and raised his eyebrows.  
They shared a male moment of appreciation.  Skinner said, 
softly, "I've never seen her look like that."

"I hope not!" Mulder exclaimed, only half-joking.

Skinner laughed.  "I didn't mean it that way.  I mean ... 
she looks, in the store too, she looks ... happy, Mulder.  
She really looks relaxed and happy.  I'm glad for her, and 
for you."

Mulder stuck out his hand.  Skinner shook it, made a face 
and wiped it on his pant leg with exaggerated swiping.  
Mulder laughed, realizing his hands were sweaty.  "Sorry."

Skinner grinned.  "No you're not."

Mulder opened his mouth to say something.

"See you tomorrow, Agent Mulder."

"Yeah, tomorrow."

"Don't forget your New Year's resolution, Mulder."

"I won't.  Don't worry, I won't."

THE END.