Title - Rewards
Author - Donna
Email address - donnah@donnas-stories.com
URL - www.donnas-stories.com
Rating - NC-17
Category - MSR 
Spoilers - None 
Keywords - MSR
Summary - After a case, they unwind. 
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Disclaimer - Mulder, Scully, the Lone Gunmen and 
Skinner all belong to Chris Carter, 10-13 and Fox.  No 
infringement intended.


Rewards


He looked up startled as the door to his motel room flew 
open and his redhead blew in.

"Of all the gall!"  She slammed the door shut behind her 
and threw a small silk bag and her badge on the table in 
front of him.  "I just got off the phone with the local 
authorities.  Do you know what Sheriff Coleman is saying 
now?"  She was pacing and continued without giving him 
the chance to speak.  "Now he solved the case all by 
himself.  We didn't even have to come out here!  He was 
already investigating certain 'other avenues' prior to our 
arriving.  Our assistance, 'while appreciated' was not 
pivotal to the arrest."  She whirled on him.  "Do you 
believe that?  He's making political book off of your 
work."

She had lost her blazer by now and was unbuttoning her 
blouse, but she seemed unaware of her actions as she 
ranted on.  He couldn't help the upward curve of his lips 
as she paced in front of him, defending the work, 
defending him from the publicity hungry sheriff.

He watched in delight as her blouse was shaken out and 
tossed over the other chair.  She toed off her shoes and 
unbuttoned the waistband of her slacks.

He knew he should be listening to her words, but he was 
too busy marveling at her, at how far they had come.  Not 
only was Scully defending his theory, which as he 
recalled, she had barely managed not to scoff at when 
they arrived, but she was doing it as she shed her clothes 
in his room.  Obviously her rule about co-habitation while 
out of town on a case had been laid aside for the 
evening, no pun intended.

She flapped her slacks out and was rewarded with a 
snap as though she'd cracked a whip, then she draped 
them beside her blouse.

Her fury seemed to be feeding itself and he found himself 
relishing the color in her face, the heave of her breasts.

She was down to her underwear now and had reached 
behind herself to unhook her bra.  It landed on top of her 
slacks and his eyes widened in appreciation.  He was 
only mildly disappointed when she snatched up the t-shirt 
he'd been wearing earlier and slipped it over her head.

He could still see the gentle bobble of her breasts as she 
moved in front of him.  She pulled back the covers on his 
bed and slipped under the sheets.

"Mulder?  Aren't you going to say anything?"

He rose from the table, leaving the file open.  "I, uh, I 
guess you're sleeping in here tonight."  He quipped, his 
eyes dancing.

She froze, then color suffused her face as she realized 
what she had done.  The 'deer caught in the headlights' 
look made him regret his jesting words.  Her hand 
shoved the covers down, but Mulder reacted instantly, 
diving across the bed, pinning her body partially under 
his.

"Scully, you asked if I was going to say anything.  Yes, I 
am.  Personally, I couldn't care less what the good sheriff 
says or does.  He can use this case for a campaign to be 
sheriff for life, hell if he wants to use it as a spring board 
for his candidacy for president, I'll make a donation."  He 
grinned, "If he uses it to get the church choir director in 
bed with him, I wish him luck."

"Wha . . . what?"  She managed to stutter.

"Don't you get it Scully?  I have all the reward I could 
possibly want - I have you defending me, incensed that 
he's taking credit for something I came up with, and 
Scully, you're doing it in my room, in my t-shirt, in my 
bed.  That's all I want and so much more than I ever 
hoped for or deserve.  Hell, I'm going to double my 
donation to his campaign."

His hand caressed her side and her eyelids lowered as 
she savored his touch.  "Scully, believe me.  This, this is 
all I could want."  Before she could respond, his lips 
covered hers, and he knew his 'reward' was about to get 
even better.



His hand trailed up her thigh, exposed now with the sheet 
down.  Her breathing hadn't exactly evened out and when 
his hand slipped between her legs, she gasped and her 
hands grasped his shoulders.

"Mulder, I . . . I wasn't think -  "

"I don't want you to think Scully.  I want you to feel.  Feel 
what I'm doing to you, feel where my fingers are."

She nodded mutely.  She grasped at his shoulders, trying 
to ground herself as she rapidly lost control.  His fingers 
moved aside the crotch of the panties she still wore.  
They were already damp, but as his finger lightly 
caressed her folds, she bucked involuntarily into his hand 
and he smiled at the moisture such a small touch had 
created.

He pulled the t-shirt up slightly, not exposing her breasts, 
but allowing him to nuzzle her belly and take an 
intoxicating breath of her arousal.  She shuddered when 
his tongue encircled her navel.  He smiled, but didn't 
cease in his ministrations to her.
 
"M . . . Mulder."  It was more moan than word.

His fingers took hold of the elastic on her underwear and 
jerked them off, shocking her but if possible arousing her 
more.  Her hands entangled in his hair then released, not 
wanting him to misinterpret and stop what he was doing.

He moved on down her body, kissing, licking and nipping 
at her.  He nuzzled her curls and blew across her 
wetness.  Her whole body shuddered, her senses, 
already heightened by her earlier anger were on 
overload.  He kissed the soft flesh of her inner thigh, 
kneading her calves with those long, sensitive fingers.

"Mulderrrrr..."  It was only one word, but the plea was 
heartfelt.

"You want something Scully?"

The noise could only have been a growl and he bent his 
head to kiss the V of her legs to hide his smile.  But he 
did take pity on her then.  His incredibly talented tongue 
flicked out and she bucked again.

Damn she was ready.  He couldn't remember ever seeing 
her like this.  Should he draw it out, or give her what she 
wanted?  His hand caressed her writhing body as he 
moved back up, then pulled away from her.  The sob 
clutched at him and he touched her cheek.

"Shh Baby.  I'm not going anywhere."  He gently removed 
his t-shirt from her body and lightly kissed her nipples, 
then ducked his head to her core again.

He slipped a finger into her wetness, then another, letting  
his tongue tease her clit.  She moved to draw him deeper 
and her hand was on his head again, urging him on.  He 
shoved the thoughts of his own aching cock away.  This 
was for her.

He looked up at her and licked his lips, enjoying the taste 
of her as he felt her whole body shiver with anticipation.  
No, he wouldn't make her wait, besides the evening was 
early.  He dipped his head again and let his tongue find 
and caress her clit.  She went very still, as she always 
did, to appreciate the sensation more, then he applied 
slow pressure, then more and more, feeling the tension 
grow in her.

Yes!  Just right and she was spiraling into him, knowing 
his arms were there to hold her safe and guide her back.  
He didn't speak fluent Scully, but he knew what those 
sounds meant, and smiled watching this by-the-book, 
button-down partner yield to him, surrender to him, and 
come all undone.  He watched her, awed, until finally she 
relaxed against him, panting, leaning on him, letting him 
hold her..

Oh yeah . . . he smiled.  This was the kind of reward he'd 
been waiting for his whole life.


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