Title: Pandora's Box (1/2) Author: Rachel Anton E-mail: RaValliano@aol.com Rating: NC-17 Category: S, H, R Keywords: MSR, lame attempts at humor, little bit o' angst thrown in for fun Spoilers: Bad Blood, tiny Fire Summary: Scully's curiosity gets the better of her Author's notes: This thing is the result of one too many conversations about Bad Blood. It takes place after Scully's second autopsy and drifts off into a universe all it's own. If you saw the ep and didn't notice Mulder's little problem, you need to rewatch! Thanks to Amy for helpful smutty suggestions! I am not generally a big fan of changing episodes around but I just couldn't stop wondering what would have happened if Scully's autopsy had revealed nothing and the pizza man hadn't been a vampire. Archive: Anywhere as long as my name and e-mail are attached. Disclaimer: Um...still not mine. Still poor. Still in awe of the great one. XXXXXXXX I am tired. God help me, I am so tired I can't even see straight. The road is swerving and the streetlights are melding into one multicolored blur. I hope I get back to the stupid hotel in one piece so that I can kill Mulder. Waste of time. Stupid fucking waste of time. Mulder's had some stupid notions. Hell, so have I. And I've grown into a much more accepting and open minded person of late. But this really takes the freaking cake. Vampires. Jesus Christ. I've been on my feet for twenty-four hours straight. I haven't eaten since seven o'clock this morning. Because of vampires. It's not even that I can't imagine the possibility. Vampires might exist. Who the hell knows. The more pertinent question is, who the hell cares? Mulder. Only Mulder. Don't get me wrong. I care that people are dying here. I really do. And I care about the X-files. They belong to me as much as they do to Mulder. It's just that there are so many more important things that we could be doing right now. But Mulder wouldn't hear of leaving this one alone. Never. He's like a kid with these cases. Trying to prove that Santa does exist after all. Sometimes his exuberance is endearing, exhilarating. Today, it's been irritating. He better not have eaten that entire freaking pizza. My stomach makes a disgruntled sound. Yep, it knows better then my brain. Freaking Mulder, it says. You know as well as I do that that sonofabitch didn't leave us a bite. He's the skinniest pig we know. I hope he hasn't fallen asleep on my bed. He does that sometimes. Like it's his stupid couch or something. Like he doesn't have a bed of his own. I think there's some ornery part of Mulder that refuses to allow him to sleep in the bed assigned to him. Whether he's on the road or in his home. There's nothing more annoying than coming back to your room after a grueling day, wanting nothing more than to collapse into bed and slip into unconsciousness, throwing open the door and finding 180 pounds of dead weight in the place you want to be. In those moments he is not a man, not someone I desire, or even like. He's a big, heavy obstacle. Then I'll have to wake him up. And when I do, he'll say or do something sexy, or stupid, or just weird. And I'll have to stop thinking of him as a piece of meat and start to see him as, well...a tasty piece of meat. One that I have to get out of my sight before I devour him. Or perhaps I won't even have the energy to wake him. Perhaps I'll just crawl into the bed and sleep beside him. Sometimes I can manage that. Probably not tonight though. He snores. And he steals all the covers. I don't even want to get into the idiotic things he mumbles in his sleep. Some miraculous force gets me to the door of the motel room and I say a pointless, silent prayer. Please God, let me open the door and find an empty bed, a relatively clean room, and a box half full of pizza. I open the door with a ridiculous optimism. Maybe tonight will be different. Maybe he'll sense that I really need...nope. The room is covered in mud. The magic fingers are working their magic. And Mulder is asleep on my bed, his arm folded behind his head and his legs sprawled in every direction. He's wearing a T-shirt, underwear and a bulging erection. Goddammit! I slam the door behind me, jarring him from his pornographic dream world and he opens his eyes. "Mmmughh?" He looks around, somewhat dazed, but doesn't move. I pull off my coat and scan the room for the pizza box. Okay, I know what you're thinking. It's an erection. It's an impressive erection. It's a Mulderection. And I'm thinking about pizza? Well, I'm only human. And I know I'm not getting laid tonight. At least with pizza, I know I'll get some kind of satisfaction. "How was the autopsy?" Guess he's opted for stupid. "It was an autopsy. Bloody, boring, not particularly enlightening." There. I see the box. It's sitting in the corner, by the chair. Please God. Oh please. I pick it up and inch the cover open. Damn you Mulder. "I left you some cheese." His voice is trembling because of the stupid magic fingers. I want to hurt him. I scowl at the pile of congealed cheese on the bottom of the box. "Thanks. You're a prince." I toss the box back to the floor and head for the door. "Where ya goin?" I turn around and look at him. He's still lying there with that goofy grin and that fucking erection, no shame whatsoever. I speak through clenched teeth. "I am going to the candy machine to get some goddamn dinner." "Get me a Twix?" XXXXXX The door slams shut again as she leaves the room. Guess I won't be getting that Twix. Scully's so cute when she's annoyed. I think it's one of her best qualities really. I've never met someone who could piss me off and turn me on simultaneously. Of course I'm not really pissed at her anymore. Not really. Not tonight. I'm just having fun I guess. Just enjoying the way her little fists clench together, the way her lips purse and her breathing gets erratic. The way she stalks around wiggling her behind. I wonder how long she'll let me lie here and bug her. I suppose she wants some peace and quiet. I'm sure she wants to sleep. But I can't leave now. Not when the fun's just begun. The door opens and slams again and hurricane Scully blows through. Between the door and the bathroom she dumps the ice bucket full of candy and snacks on the bed. It looks like she's gotten one of everything. No Twix though. "Binge much Scully?" The bathroom door slams shut. Hmmm...Chex Mix, Butterfingers, Jujy Fruits, Doritos, ahhh..a sticky cinnamon bun. I reach for it and the plastic crinkles. "Don't touch my dinner!" Damn supersensitive hearing or something. I drop the offending bun onto the bed. At least now I'll get to see her eat it. See her lick the icing off her fingers. My dick surges against my underwear. I wonder if she's noticed yet. God, how could she not. It's embarrassing really. Well it should be anyway. For some reason it's not though. For some reason I don't care if she sees. In fact I want her to. If for no other reason then it might be enough to crack that stoic facade, at least for an instant. Nah, probably not. She comes out of the bathroom and I have to worry about my own stoicism, such as it is. She's wearing a longish white T-shirt with a weird black design on it. And nothing else. And the shirt isn't *that* long. It doesn't even reach mid-thigh. Mmmm Scullythigh... She sits down on the bed next to me, next to the food pile actually. It's between us. She turns to face it and crosses her legs. Jesus Christ. The woman has no shame. Her underwear hanging out like that. They're black. They look silky. Scully wears black silky panties. Jesus. She scans the pile, searching for a good place to start. Her eyes light up when they fix on a package of crackers with a little blob of processed cheeze inside. She opens it greedily and takes a cracker, smears on the cheese with the little plastic knife included in the kit. Guess it's kinda close to pizza. She shoves it in her mouth in a thoroughly unladylike fashion and suddenly I feel quite honored. This is not a side of Dana Scully many people have seen. I turn over on my side to get a better view. And, I suppose, to give her a better one. I prop my head up on my elbow and watch her with great interest. She's really going at it now, stuffing food into her face so fast she probably can't even taste it. And making these little mmmm sounds. It's really beautiful actually. She pops open the can of Diet Coke she got and takes a sip and I smirk at her. "That'll help." She fixes me with her best "don't fuck with me" glare. The one that makes most men's dicks shrivel up and play dead. Not me though. I'm not that fortunate. It seems to have the reverse effect on my anatomy. The magic fingers stop and I reach for another quarter. Scully holds up her hand. "I'm getting seasick Mulder." Damn. I was really starting to enjoy the way the vibrations were jiggling her breasts around. She scans the pile again and picks up the next package. Not the Twinkies Scully. Please no. I don't think my heart can take that. She picks one up and wraps her lips around it and I swear to God she's almost smiling. Her eyes settle on the lower portion of my body as she takes a bite and I try to read her expression. As she licks some cream out of the center, she rolls her eyes and looks away. I suppose that's some kind of acknowledgment. "Something wrong Scully?" She shakes her head and waves the Twinkie at me. "I was just wondering if that was the same one you had before. I hope that it is cause I have to sleep on this bed." Alright, maybe I didn't really need acknowledgment after all. I think I might actually be blushing. God, I can't believe she noticed the one from before. This one's pretty obvious but I was wearing pants before. She must have been looking. "Don't worry about it Mulder. It's perfectly natural I suppose. I mean over sixty-five percent of men admit to being aroused by their coworkers at one time or another." My goodness Scully. Playing dangerous tonight. "You think this is about you Scully? My, my. Such ego." Now she's blushing. She looks away and shoves the rest of the Twinkie down her throat. "I mean really Scully. Don't take this the wrong way, but the sight of you scarfing down fifty pounds of junk food isn't exactly the most sexually thrilling moment of my life." Oh, if only that were true. She shrugs, fully recovered. "Well, I'd be embarrassed if I were you. Either way. Honestly, I don't know how you guys can stand it." "Really? Why's that?" "Well, I mean they're so unpredictable. It must be so annoying. Always going up and down." She waves her second Twinkie around for emphasis. "Moving around down there. Plus they're so weird looking." Ouch. That one hurt. It's the truth I suppose, but still.. "How so?" "Well, when they're flaccid they just hang there like some kind of sausage dangling from a meat hook." Goddamn woman! Is that what I've looked like to her? "And then when they're erect they get all puffy and strange." She gestures towards mine with the Twinkie. "Like, I'll bet right now yours is all purple and veiny and pulsating." She makes a disgusted face and shakes her head. "Oh yeah?" She nods. "And you think this is unpleasant to look at?" "Well, as a general rule, yes." "And you think this is what mine is like right now?" "Most likely." We're silent for a moment. This is too good to pass up. Just to good. "Wanna see?" XXXXXX DO I WANNA SEE??? Good God. Why did I have to mention it in the first place? I guess I thought maybe he'd be so embarrassed that it would go away and stop distracting me. I guess I thought maybe he'd go away. But I don't have that kind of luck. He's still sitting there with that damn cocky grin and a challenge in his eyes. "Mulder, why would I want to see something so utterly repulsive? I'm trying to eat here." He looks a little hurt and I feel somewhat guilty, but what the hell am I supposed to say? Yeah Mulder, please whip it out. I'm just dying to see. "I dunno, for the sake of science?" "Science." "Yeah, to prove the validity of your hypothesis, ya know?" He's smirking now He knew I wouldn't be able to handle it. Well mister smartass, let's see who can handle what. It's just a penis after all. And I've seen it before. Not like this but what's the difference really. "Alright Mulder, let's see what you've got." His eyes widen in surprise and his mouth drops open just a tad. Score one for me, for womankind in general. He looks positively stupefied. "Just remember, you don't have the Arctic or the fact that you're in shock to blame this time." He fixes me with a look of mock horror. "Scully, you wound me. Prepare to be awed." "Mulder, I'm sure you haven't got anything I haven't seen before. And if you do, I would be worried. I am a doctor after all." He's still not moving. Just sitting there, waiting I suppose, for me to back down. We stare at each other for a good long while and I can see a cloud of fear forming behind his arrogant eyes. I seem to be winning this game of chicken. Any minute now he's going to shake his head and laugh, say something dumb and fucking leave already. Yep, any minute now. I look down at my watch. "So um, Mulder..." "Getting impatient Scully? Good things come to those who wait." Goddamn you Mulder. Just go away! "I was giving you a minute to prepare but you seem a little overeager so..." He sits up on the bed and rises to his knees. He looks down at me. One last chance to bail. God, you'd think he was about to reveal the freaking secret of the universe to me or something. His fingers loop under the waistband of his boxers and I hold up a hand. His smile is insufferable. "What is it Scully?" "Just the main attraction Mulder, not the whole show." It's bound to look sillier just sticking out of his underwear. I don't want to see him completely naked. I really, really don't. He shrugs. "Whatever turns you on Scully." Right. Or doesn't. He separates the opening with his fingers, his eyes never leaving mine. I try to read his expression. Smug, nervous, hopeful perhaps. He nods in the direction of his nether regions and I follow his gaze. Unexpectedly, my stomach leaps into my throat and I have to hold back a gasp. A penis. Just a penis. Just like any other penis. I've seen plenty of them. No big deal. No big deal. Stay fucking calm woman. He's holding it in his hand, offering it to me. He looks so vulnerable, almost innocent. How can he manage to look so goddamn innocent in this situation? "So? Is it all you expected?" He pulls his hand back so that I can see the entire thing. God, I think I might actually be getting wet. I shift positions so that my legs are together and under me and lean across the candy pile for closer examination. It's about level with my face now. I can do this. I can. It's just a penis. Just a disembodied penis. But it's not. God, it's not. It's a cock. It's Mulder's cock. "Well, it's pretty standard." "Yeah?" "Well, I suppose it's um...slightly larger then average." "Slightly?" I look up to his eyes again briefly. There is laughter there. "Slightly." Compared to what, I don't know. "It's um...not quite as purple as I thought, kind of pinkish actually and it has um..." My breath catches in my throat and for a moment I can't speak. "Has um...? Come on Scully, don't leave me hanging." Damn him. Go to hell Mulder. You are going to live to regret this. "An interesting upwards curve." I trace a path up the underside, over the curve, with my finger. He sucks in a breath and twitches under my hand. "C..curve?" I wrap my hand around the circumference in the middle of it. "It's pretty thick I suppose. And I was right about the pulsating. It's throbbing in my hand here." "Th...throbbing?" I slide my hand up and over the silky tight skin until I reach the head. I run my thumb in circles around it and a tiny drop of precum drips out. God, what am I doing? What are we doing? I can't even think straight anymore. All that I want is to see him break. The way that I'm breaking. He's close. His breath is sharp and fast and he's getting harder and heavier in my hand with each passing second. God, what if he comes in my hand? I feel a tingle between my legs at the thought. This isn't a game anymore. This isn't fucking funny anymore. But I try valiantly to continue. "The head is um...pretty large and um...there's some fl...fluid coming out." His legs are starting to tremble. "Pretty repulsive huh?" He rasps out. I continue to hold the head in one hand and trace over the largest vein with the fingers of my other hand. "Repulsive...um...silly, really, very...silly..." I can smell him. God, I can smell him. Musky, sweaty, he smells like sex. I want to taste him. Just a little taste. I could just flick my tongue, just one time. In the interest of science perhaps. I want to see his balls. I can see them straining against his underwear. I could reach in and just pull them out, just stroke them once, feel their weight in my hands. Just to test the validity of a hypothesis of course. "The um...the veins aren't quite as um...bulging...I mean it's um...it's pretty smooth." God please make me stop talking now. I've ceased to be coherent and I'm practically gasping for air here. Thank God my head is down and he can't see my face. It must be bright red by now. "It's um...it's pretty impressive for a man of your age...the way it just um...sticks straight up like that." God Dana, shut up! Shut up! "A man of my age huh?" His voice is so low and rumbling. I don't think I've ever heard him like that. I grind my legs together helplessly. I want to touch myself. I want him to touch me. "There's a little...you've got a little f...freckle there." Both of my hands are wrapped around him now. How did that happen? And my thumb moves to the ridge where the head meets the shaft. The slight indent, on the underside, facing me. The place where the freckle is. I run my thumb over the small spot and his entire body shudders. I am startled to hear him let out a deep, agonized groan. Suddenly he grabs my wrists and pulls them away from him. His fingers dig into the skin of my arms as he holds them up over my head. I raise my head to see his expression and I almost faint. He looks completely and utterly deranged. "You have to stop now." XXXXXX What the hell does she think she's doing? Who the hell does she think she's dealing with here? Jesus Christ Scully. There's teasing and then there's teasing. There's a cute joke and there's getting yourself raped. She's walking a very dangerous line here. It was supposed to be a quick little peak Scully. Not a fucking examination. Not your face, inches from my cock, so close that I can feel your little panting breaths running across my skin like a feather. Not your hands, your soft, cool, skillful hands, squeezing and pulling at me. Not this. Not her looking up at me with her lips parted and her skin flushed and a combination of fear and desire in her eyes. God, not this. I have to get out of here. Right fucking now. What the hell was I thinking? That she would back down? Ever? That she could resist a challenge, resist my teasing without giving it right back? Did I forget that the forces of the universe had given me a losing hand right from the start? God Scully. Like I didn't want you bad enough? What the hell do you want? My heart on a silver platter? Cut right out of my chest for you to eat with your other treats? Jesus. "Mulder..." She looks mostly frightened now. I'm squeezing her too hard. She thinks I've gone completely wiggy. What the hell did she expect? "He has buck teeth you know." "Wh..who?" "Gomer Pyle, you know, that sheriff you have the hots for. He's ugly Scully. And stupid as hell. Is that what you want? Really?" She shakes her head. God she's so afraid. I'm sorry Scully. I just need to know. "I don't...I want...I..." "I have to go Scully." "Don't." Don't what? Don't yell at me? Don't rape me? Don't leave? I'm afraid those are your options Scully. You better choose fast. "I...I want you. Don't go." God, she's lost her mind as well. My head starts shaking slowly. "You don't." "I do." "You don't really....Goddammit!" Her lips, her mouth, she's there. She's just...there. Her tongue works its way around my shaft, circles and circles, over and over as her lips tug and pull, sucking me deeper and deeper into her mouth. Damn her. Oh, Goddamn her. "Scully. God...you've gotta stop it. Stop it!" She won't stop. Why won't she stop? "Scully...mmm'gonna come...Scully!" Deeper. God, all the way...right there Scully. Jesus, right there. No. Fuck, no. If she wants me, she's gonna get me. All of me. I tug hard at her arms. "Get up here." She tightens her mouth around me. "Get up here now, dammit!" She lets me fall out of her mouth and I can't help the pathetic whimper of loss that comes from deep in my chest. I pull her up until she's on her knees like me. Her face is still several inches from mine but it's close enough. I let go of her hands and tangle my fingers in her hair, shifting her head up so that she is facing me. So that I can look her in the eye. "If you're fucking around you better tell me now." She shakes her head and her eyes tell me that she is sincere. The fear is gone and there is only desire. And something else, something that looks a lot like love. My first kiss with Mulder is lacking any sort of preliminary stage. It's not at all what I expected it to be. I envisioned gentle, soft, tentative, lips just barely brushing against lips. I didn't think he would lunge at me, his hands pulling at my hair, clutching me to him, his mouth opening immediately, his tongue thrusting furiously down my throat, our teeth and lips grinding against each other, biting, sucking, saliva dripping down our chins. No, it's not at all the way I pictured it. But it's better then I ever hoped or dreamed. He moves closer to me and his knees crush fifteen dollars worth of junk food. I tear my mouth from his long enough to admonish him. "You better replace that." His eyebrow raises and he smirks at me. "Oh yeah?" "Yeah." He grabs my ass and pulls me against him. "Make me." Before I can say anything else his mouth is covering mine again. He thrusts his erection against my belly and his tongue against the roof of my mouth. What in God's name have I gotten myself into? I feel his hands slipping under the waistband of my underwear, over my bare skin, down and over and God, his finger is inside me already. He pumps me roughly and groans. "God Scully, you're so wet already." I gasp and wrap my arms around his neck, bracing myself. "You like that huh?" Two fingers now, even harder. I can't believe how good it feels. This is generally not my favorite thing in the world. But right now...I can't even think of anything else. I throw back my head and he licks my neck. "Huh?" His voice is loud and impatient in my ear. Huh, what? God, he was asking me a question? I thought it was rhetorical for some reason. "I...yeah..yeah" "Yeah, thought you would." Three fingers. In and out. Harder and faster then I ever would have thought I wanted. But so, so good. I start moving with him, hardly even realizing it, bouncing up and down on his hand. "Yeah you really like that. Bet you're surprised, that it feels so good. Didn't think it would feel that good did you?" All I can do is shake my head. His free hand moves from my hair to my waist and he bunches up the material of my t- shirt. He pulls it up so hard that my arms fly from his shoulders and into the air, allowing him to remove it and toss it to the floor. He pulls back a little to look at me. His eyes burn me with their hunger. "No bra Scully?" His thumb and forefinger meet on my nipple and he squeezes tight. At the same time, his other hand has become even more frantic and his thumb has come around to brush light circles over my clit. "Mulder. God...." "You think that's funny Scully? Running around here with no bra under your T-shirt, driving me crazy? You like that? Make you feel good, knowing that I'd cut off my arm to get to your breasts? You wonder why I have a fucking hard-on all the time Scully? Take a guess." "Mulder..." Dammit, how did he reduce me to this so fucking fast? I can't even think, let alone speak. "You gonna come Scully? Does it feel that good? Would you like it better if it was my cock? Would that feel good?" "Ye...yes..." "Oh yes...yes it would. But there's something else I wanna do first." No, nothing else. That's all I want. Amazingly, stupendously, that's all I want. But I can't bring myself to tell him that. His ego doesn't need any more stroking at the moment. His fingers tear out of me and he puts both hands on my ass. In one swift motion he has lifted me, flung me over his goddamn shoulder and tossed me against the headboard. I am about to call him a perverted cave man but before I can speak, his head is between my legs and I feel his breath against me and it doesn't even matter how I ended up here. He's looking at me with great interest, running his fingers over the silken material of my underwear. "Wanna see?" He laughs. A full belly laugh, a true rarity from him. "Now why would I wanna look at that Scully?" He shakes his head as he pulls at the waistband. "So silly..." When I am bare to him his finger slides over my outer lips, his breath is hot against me. "Pretty standard vagina I suppose." Oh, why did I start this? He separated the folds and examines every crevice with his hands. "Pinker then I expected. Very wet. And a true redhead I see." Really, too funny Mulder. My entire body is trembling. I was almost there before, now I am on the verge of collapse. "Lips are slightly plumper then average, let's see...clit's pretty small but definitely visible..." "Mulder. Please..." I thrust myself at him wantonly. Goddamn him for making me this way. I've never felt so needy in my life. If it were anyone else I suppose I would be embarrassed. "Please what?" "Just do it Mulder." "Talk to me Scully, tell me what to do. Say it." I can't decide if he's doing this to tease me or because it turns him on. Probably both. I guess I can relate. Either way, he's not gonna do it until I spell it out for him and my body is practically in pain I need this so badly. I take an educated guess as to how he would most like to hear it put. "Lick my pussy Mulder." Apparently that was the right answer. He makes a sound somewhere between a chuckle and a moan and squeezes my thigh. "Good girl." Good what? God if I had any of my wits about me I know I would slap him. But I don't because his tongue is on my clit and his fingers are back inside me and there is nothing else in the world right now. XXXXXX I have seen some things that defy explanation. Some things that would stupefy and awe even the most jaded members of the human race. The bizarre, the surreal, the outrageous, the inspiring, have been part of my everyday life for some time now. And still, I am capable of being shocked, terrified, and knocked flat on my ass. Scully is happy. I think I'm blowing her mind. I really do. I can see it on her face, hear it in her squeals of delight, feel it in the way she is jerking up against me, in the vice grip her legs have around my neck. I really wasn't sure if this would work. I suppose it seemed like I was, from the way I was behaving, the way I was talking to her. On the outside I guess I might have seemed almost arrogant in my certainty. On the inside a huge part of me was waiting for her to punch me in the gut and call the police. Is it possible that this woman, this woman I call Scully, is satisfied by this, by me? Could that be? Do I possess the power to make her feel this good? I've never felt such strength. It's dizzying. It's hard to believe that I am satisfied with this. I mean I like to consider myself a pretty sensitive guy and I've never been one to neglect the needs of my partner, but I am, let's face it, a guy and this particular act has always seemed like a preliminary, something that just had to be done. An appetizer. Not the main course. But not this time. This time, despite the painful arousal, the unprecedented level of horniness I am experiencing, I think I would be content for life if all I got out of this was this moment. Just the memory would be enough to sustain me I think. Then she goes and whimpers, she goes and tells me she's gonna come so hard and I realize that's not true at all. The only way I will ever be happy is if I get to hear that every night for the rest of my life. Her whole body goes stiff for a brief moment and I take the opportunity to wrap my lips around her clit and suck. Her blood curdling scream sends a chill through my veins. I am afraid I've hurt her. But then her body is shaking and practically levitating off the bed and I realize I've done the right thing for once. I've made Dana Scully come. Hard. I feel her tugging insistently at my hair and obediently crawl back up her glistening body. She pulls my mouth down over hers and drinks in her taste on my lips. I lower the rest of my body against hers and as my cock touches her heat I shudder and moan. Her nails scrape over my back, under my shirt and I realize that I am still fully clothed. She pulls the shirt and I lift my arms, allowing her to rip it off. "Mulder...now. Now." "Now what?" I can't resist. I don't know what's wrong with me. It must have been the ego boost from creating a Scully orgasm. I think I know what God felt like when he created the ocean. It's probably a mistake, teasing her now, now that I am more desperate and depraved then I have ever been. But my idiocy leads me onward. I kneel between her legs and reach between us, taking my dick in my hand, running it through her folds, over her clit. "Is this what you want Scully? You want me inside you?" Her eyes look dangerous. She just nods simply. "You wanna be fucked Scully? S'that what you want?" She bites her lower lip and nods again. A tiny sound comes from her throat. A sigh, a plea. "Yeah you do, don't you? You like to pretend you don't want it don't you Scully? Like you're so together, so proper." I move the head of my sex close to her entrance. So close. God, it's so close. A groan escapes my control, betrays my oh so cool exterior. She smiles. "But what you really want is for me to fuck you deep and hard isn't it Scully? You want me in you so bad you can't even think straight d...don't you?" I let out a shuddering breath and close my eyes. It's time Scully. Just say it and let me... I feel her moving under me and when I open my eyes again she is sitting up, over me. She's straddling my lap. Her eyes...oh God. What have I done? "What about you Mulder?" "W..what about me?" Have mercy on me. Please. "What do you want?" She slides up and down against me and I wrap my arms around her back clutching her close. "You want this? You wanna be inside Mulder?" She is too good. I should have known. "I...yeah. Yeah." "Yeah? You wanna fuck me Mulder? You wanna have this?" Oh God. Oh my God. She's still bobbing up and down, rubbing against me, so close...so close. Her hands tangle in my hair and she leans in, whispers in my ear. "You wanna own this Mulder?" I try to say yes. All I can manage is "nnnnyyeauu". I'm not really sure what that means. Own this. God help me. "You already do. You know that don't you? This belongs to you." I'm not sure if she's talking about her pussy or her entire self. I suppose it's irrelevant. Either way, it's too much. It's enough to make me embarrass myself and leave us both unsatisfied. God Scully, you've gotta stop. You've gotta stop before it's too late. "Scu...lly." "Ask me for it Mulder, ask me and it's yours. Now and forever." I squeeze my eyes shut and make another pathetic meaningless noise. "Please...please." I know I could take her right now, it wouldn't be that difficult to overpower her physically. I wouldn't even have to do that necessarily. Just a little shift beneath her might be enough. But I know it's imperative that I let her have this moment of control, of power over me. She needs it. I think I do too. "Please be more specific Mulder. I wanna get this right." "Scully...please...God, please let me inside. I wanna be inside you so bad. I've wanted it for so long. Please. Please, please, please, please..." I have never sounded like this in my entire life. I have been a desperate man at times but I have never, ever begged for sex. For anything really. I guess I've never wanted anything in quite this way. XXXXXX Mulder wears desperation quite well. It's a great look for him. His eyes are shut tight so I can't actually see the insanity behind the lids but it's enough to know it's there. His lips are pulled back into a grimace and his teeth are bared to me. There's a vein throbbing on his forehead that I don't think I've ever seen before. And his entire head is thrashing back and forth with every "please" he pants out. I suppose it's enough. It'll have to do because I can't wait any longer. I position myself over him and take just the tip in. His eyes pop open and his jaw slackens as he lets out an appreciative moan. I slide down, savoring every inch as it disappears into my body. My nails run a trail down the side of his face as I take him in. Five lines, five trails of blood, dripping down his beautiful face. He doesn't seem to notice. I hardly do myself. I start moving and there are no more words between us. No more teasing, no more baiting, no more challenges or trying to outdo each other because this is it. This combination of blood and sweat and tears is what we have been clawing our way to for five agonizing years. And all that we have left are grunts and sighs. Our eyes, wide with shock and joy and a million other unnamable things, never leave each other as our bodies move together. We maintain a surpassingly slow and gentle pace for a not so surprisingly short time. Before long he has shoved me back down onto my back and his weight is covering me. He lifts my legs and wraps them around his neck, allowing deeper penetration and he clamps my wrists tightly in his fists, pinning them to the mattress. Trapped, I am trapped. For a brief fleeting moment I panic, a reflexive reaction born of years of FBI training and several not so pleasant experiences with homicidal maniacs. "You okay?" His eyes are fraught with worry suddenly, thinking he's done the wrong thing. Mulder. It's Mulder. And he loves me. He's not going to hurt me. And if he does, it will feel good. A silly grin spreads across my face and I nod. "Yeah?" "Yeah." I laugh stupidly and he smiles back at me. He thrusts inside me once and I gasp, surprised once more at how good it feels. He looks pleased and does it again. And again, rapidly gaining speed and harshness. "Soft....so...soft." He whispers raggedly into my ear. Soon he is pounding me, crushing my softness with his hardness, slamming me into the headboard. I feel like a ragdoll, flying and jerking under him. "Is it good Scully? Do you like it?" His false bravado is gone and he is the vulnerable little boy again, showing me what he's got, afraid that it won't be enough. "I love it. I love you. Give it to me Mulder...give it all to me." He whimpers and rams into me so hard that it actually does hurt me. It is a strange dull pain that thrills more than injures. His hands leave mine and move down to wrap around my waist, holding me close as he continues his assault. His body starts to shake and he bites down on my shoulder. "Mulder it's okay. I want you to come Mulder." His head shakes violently, his teeth never leaving my shoulder. He knows I am not where he is. He doesn't understand how difficult, well let's face it, how impossible it is for me to come this way. It's never happened. Not once. I used to think there was something wrong with me until I became a doctor and read enough to know that almost half the women in the world have the same problem. It hasn't kept me from enjoying it on some level and with Mulder, it's more enjoyable then any experience I can remember having. I just hope this doesn't turn into ego crushing thing for him because I refuse to fake it with him. Not with Mulder. "Mulder, please. Please come for me. Come inside me." "I wa...I..." My newly freed hands run over his back and down to his tightly clenched ass. God, he's still in his underwear. I reach under the material and I squeeze him tight and pull him to me, digging my nails into the flesh and it's finally too much for him. He hollers into my ear and I feel him expand and explode into me. I feel his seed shooting through me. I swear I can feel it coursing through my veins. His orgasm is overwhelming. It engulfs me, swallows me whole and I can almost feel it myself. Almost. After a great deal of thrashing and screaming he settles down and collapses against me. He's heavy but now I appreciate that weight. It's comforting somehow, draped over me this way. My legs start to cramp and I slip them off his shoulders and onto the mattress. The movement rouses him and he lifts his head. "I'm sorry Scully...I couldn't..." I shake my head and put a finger over his lips. "Don't. It was perfect." He smiles and rolls over onto his back, pulling me so that I am laying ontop of him. "You're perfect." I kiss him for a long time. XXXXXX There's something inherently pathetic about being a man. We come, we sleep. It's just the nature of the beast. I think it was only a few minutes. I really hope so. Either way, I wake up with my arms empty. Scully is pulling on her T-shirt and a pair of running shorts. Don't run away Scully. God please, not now. I'll make it better. I promise. "Where you goin?" She smirks at me. Thank you Jesus. "I still haven't had dinner Mulder. And sex makes me even hungrier." Ah, a woman after my own heart. "And since you crushed all my food..." she gestures at the mess, candy smooshed into the mattress and flung onto the floor. She crouches down on the side of the bed and kisses me lightly. "I'll be right back." "Vending machine?" She nods and heads for the door. I open my mouth and before the words come she turns around. "Don't even think about it Mulder." The door closes, thankfully without slamming, behind her. It doesn't take long for me to make my discision. Moments later I am outside wearing my cum crusted boxer shorts which, incidentally, I will never wash again, and a pair of jeans. The night is cool and clear and silent. It's nice to get away from the city sometimes. I approach the well lit vending machine slowly and quietly. She's standing in front of it, her hands on her hips, her head cocked to the side, trying to decide. I'm not wearing any shoes so it's possible for me to come up behind her without her hearing me. I wrap my arms around her waist and bite down on the tender flesh of her neck. And she screams. Shit. Vampires. Forgot why we were here. Guess maybe she believes after all. I giggle uncontrollably against her ear and she elbows my stomach. "Anyone ever tell you you're a jackass Mulder?" "All the time." I kiss the place I just bit in gentle apology. "I came out to get a Twix, not scare you to death. I swear." "Likely story." She leans back against me and I taste her neck some more with my tongue. "So what were you gonna get?" My hands slip over her stomach and under her shirt and hers snake up to settle in my hair. "I dunno...maybe some more Twinkies. Those were pretty goo...ugh....Mulder...." I've started to run my fingers over her nipples and my tongue has found it's way inside her ear. My dick is inexplicably hard again and pressing into her back. A loud sound and blaring light breaks me out of this reverie for a moment as I remember that we are basically standing in front of a highway out here. I wonder if I care? Probably not. My hand works its way under her shorts and I start lightly stroking her clit. Her mewling sounds seal it for me. I don't care where we are. Not at all. She turns around in my arms and raises a questioning eyebrow. "Do you wanna go back to the room?" I shake my head and kiss her mouth, pressing her against the machine. It seems pretty sturdy, doesn't seem to be moving or anything. I'll take that as a good sign. Our tongues meet in the open air in an appropriately obscene way and her fingers start working on the buttons of my jeans. What an eager beaver she is. I think it's actually turning her on to be doing this out here for all the world to see. She pulls my jeans and underwear down to my knees and starts stroking my cock and I start to feel a tiny bit nervous about it myself. Not enough to stop me by any means but enough to make me look over my shoulder every now and then. "I know you probably realized this already Mulder but I love your cock." She squeezes me for emphasis. I have to marvel at this woman's ability to say and do all the right things at all the right times. "Mmm...it loves you too Scully." She looks up at me with a new challenge in her eyes. One which I am determined to meet. "So does the rest of me." She smiles and I kiss her again. She wiggles and squirms between my body and the plastic cover of the candy machine. I reach down and yank at the elastic band of her shorts, pulling them down to her ankles and she kicks them to the side. "You really wanna do this don't you?" I lift her so that her crotch and face are level with mine and her legs wrap themselves around my waist. She nods and grinds against me. "I didn't realize what a naughty girl you could be Scully." "You like that Mulder?" Oh man, she has got to be kidding. I don't know a man alive who wouldn't let wild dogs chew off his left testicle for the chance to experience this. I grunt and nod enthusiastically, hoping that is enough of an answer for her. I can't really speak at the moment because I am in my new favorite place and words have escaped me. I try to block out all thought and sensation except for one single mantra. This one's for her. This one's for her. Over and over I repeat it in my brain, trying desperately to control the feral urge to tear into her and let myself explode. I've got all the time in the world for that. I move at an agonizingly slow pace and run my hands gently over her whole body, worshipping every expanse of skin, every curve and crevice. She's so fucking beautiful. If she wasn't I suppose controlling myself would be a lot easier. It's a trade off. A truck rumbles by in the night, fully illuminating her gorgeous frame and she moans as it passes. Boy, somebody's got a hell of a little exhibitionist hidden in there. I remember something she said to me once, something about unfolding like a flower. I was flattered and embarrassed at the time. I had no idea that she was the true flower. How many more layers of petals are there? It could take a lifetime to explore her. And what a lifetime it would be. "You like that Scully? Knowing that anyone could see? Any minute someone could walk by, see you getting fucked..." I shake my head and bury my face in her shoulder. Jesus Christ. Any minute someone could walk by. My words seem to encourage her to greater heights of ecstasy and me to greater heights of panic. "Mulder...harder." She's panting and purring and pulling me to her and I pump her obligingly. I may be scared but I'm not dead. "Yeah Mulder...oh yeah." She throws her head back against the machine and I look at her face. Her pupils are dilated and her mouth is hanging open. Sweat is covering her brow, dripping into her eyes. So beautiful...dammit, I'm getting dangerously close here. What is it you're supposed to think of to keep yourself from coming? Baseball? Sheep? Jesus I don't know. Skinner? That holds me off for a minute. "More...please..." No Scully. No more. Can't you see I'm about to break here? But I can't turn her down. Soon I'm moving so hard and fast that the damn candy machine is shaking on its moorings and I'm forced to think of Skinner fucking Scully's mom to keep myself together. "God Mulder...I'm...God..." Yes you are my love. You certainly are. At least to me you are. I reach down and manage to squeeze my hand between our slapping bodies and rub against her clit. It's a brief contact but it's enough. She shudders violently and her mouth opens in a mute cry. Her body clamps around me and finally I let it go. I think I tell her that I love her as I come but I'm not really sure. I know I think it. It's all I can think anymore. XXXXXX Mulder looks better under fluorescent light than most people do. I guess he looks better than most people do period. Even with five gashes scabbing up on his cheek. He shovels about twelve munchkins into his mouth simultaneously and winks at me. My legs shift together under the table. There's not too many people at Dunkin Donuts at this hour but there are enough. After our adventure on the candy machine Mulder decided if I wanted to eat, we needed to go somewhere very public. A place where he might be able to keep his hands off me for at least a few minutes. Long enough for us to devour an entire 100 piece carton of munchkins anyway. It's hard to believe that after almost twenty years of experimentation with nearly every position imaginable, all that it took was the right man and the right candy machine. I giggle to myself at the thought. He reaches across the table and brushes a strand of hair out of my eye. "What is it?" His smile is sweet and calm. I don't think I've ever seen him look so calm. I suppose he has a right to know. It's a pretty big deal I guess. "That was the first time ya know." His eyes widen in shock and it only takes a minute for me to realize what he thinks I'm talking about. "Not that Mulder. I've done it before. I just..." I suddenly remember that we are not completely alone and that there are a couple of burly truckers staring at us. I lean in closer to him and lower my voice. "That was the first time I've had an orgasm from it." His head pops up from its rest on his elbow and he leans in conspiratorially. "Are you serious?" He whispers across the table. "Yeah I am. I dunno what you did Mulder but it was the right thing I guess." He sits back again and sighs. "Wow Scully. Wow." He watches me silently for awhile and I eat some more munchkins. "So..um, do you think it was the candy machine?" He looks a little sad. I think he's wondering if we'll have to do it there every single time. I shake my head and take his hand ontop of the table. "I think it was you Mulder. Just you." He grins and lifts my fingers to his lips, brushing them lightly. Orange light streams through the window. Sunrise already. The glow makes his features even more beautiful. I feel his foot under the table, running up my leg. "You never know though Scully. It might have been the candy. I think we need to do some further investigation." He waggles his eyebrows at me and I hope that the unseemly patrons here don't notice the way I am blushing. "Investigation huh?" "Scully have you ever done it in a Dunkin Donughts restroom?" the end ok, I know it was basically a plotless piece of smut but what can you do :)