Title: Truth or Dare? Author: Soleil Compeau Summary: Well, I'm fairly happy. That's a good start. Spoilers: Je Souihate post ep. References to Emily, Closure, Dreamland, Jose Chung's FOS, and my other fic, "Two." Keywords: Mulder/Scully romance Rating: NC17 as if I write anything else! Disclaimer: Everything here is mine. Mine! Ah ha ha! Ha ha ha! (Subject trails off and looks around in confusion.) Could you loosen these restraints please? Author's Notes: This Fic gleefully ignores both Per Manum and Requiem. They didn't happen OK? This may be the last fic I write unless CC stops his fiddling around and gives us PROPER closure to the question of not only the baby, but the whole MSR in general. Scully's thoughts about her and Mulder's "activities" in the park is from "One-Upmanship," a wonderful fic by Jacquie LaVa and TBishop. You should read that and anything else they have written, either together or separately. Thanks ladies! The movie credits roll along the screen and I stretch languidly. The coffee table in front of us is littered with beer bottles, two empty bowls, and three torn packets of microwave popcorn. I am not sleepy, but content and filled with a kind of lassitude. Mulder stirs next to me and lets his hand fall on my knee. I smile inwardly. Ever since he recovered from his impromptu brain surgery last year, out relationship has taken a definite turn for the romantic. I fondly remember what happened when I got Mulder home on New Year's Eve. The horror of that day's events made us reluctant to part ways. Thank God we had ended the evening on a positive note. I had fussed over Mulder, made sure he was comfortable. The feel of his mouth had been so delicious, so unexpected, I hadn't known how to respond. But I knew I wanted more. Finally I had summoned the courage to ask for what I wanted. ******************* "Can we kiss some more Mulder?" He looks surprised and pleased, a goofy grin lighting his face before he answers, "Sure." We sit down on the couch, a bit awkwardly, unsure how to proceed. Our earlier kiss had been spontaneous, chaste but wonderful. Just like earlier, Mulder takes the lead. He cups my face with his good hand. He leans closer, closer, tipping his head just slightly. His eyes are filled with such love. I wonder if Mulder knows what he's revealing with that look. His lips brush mine for the second time tonight. This time, I'm expecting it. This time, I know exactly how to react. This time, my mouth opens beneath his and my tongue glides into his mouth. Mulder grunts in surprise, but wastes no time bringing his own tongue into play. His lips are so soft. The kiss turns into kisses, and goes on and on, building in ferocity. Mulder's mouth gets more and more urgent. His hand on me is still very gentle. His fingers stroke my cheek and twine gently through my hair. We spend a pleasurable couple of hours just making out on his couch. We finally had to stop before we started something we couldn't finish. I didn't want him to hurt his arm any worse. As it was, we were both near the end of our control when we finally broke apart. ******************* Mulder shifted again, causing his hand to slide further up my thigh. I smile outwardly this time. We've only been intimate a handful of times. With jobs like ours, lifestyles like ours, it's difficult to have sex very often. Oh, I wish we could though. In the past I had wondered (not so idly) if Mulder would be as passionate in bed as he is in his quest. The answer is yes. Oh my yes. Our relationship is rather new, so the excitement and intensity haven't even come close to dying down, not even a little. We like to play inventive, erotic games. I've tied Mulder to my bed, in return he tied me to a chair. I've driven to his place in the dead of night for the sole purpose of fucking him senseless. Recently, I convinced him to chase me down during my evening jog and "rape" me in the park. The only thing we haven't done is a long slow exploration. Mulder shuts off the TV and leans over to kiss me. Just like that. I know it thrills him that he can do that now, just kiss me whenever he wants. "Mulder." "Yes, beautiful?" he caresses my hair and kisses my ear. "Would you like to know what *my* three wishes would be?" He pauses in his devotions and pulls back to look at my face. That is definitely intrigue I see in his eyes. I grin impishly up at him. I'm in the mood to play tonight. My nipples rise at the thought and I caution myself to calm down. Nearly every time we make love I want to do a slow, thorough examination of Mulder's beautiful body. He makes me so frantic with his mouth and hands that I can never calm down enough to touch him the way I want. "Want to play 'Truth or Dare,' Mulder?" I ask him. He raises a brow at the segue. Just how much *does* a seg weigh? Missy's phantom voice whispers in my ear. I giggle at the old joke and Mulder laughs along with me. He's not sure what's so funny, but he enjoys the sound of my laughter just the same. "Sure Scully, we can play that," he agrees, settling himself back down next to me. "Let's establish the rules." "The rules, Mulder, are quite simple. If you pick Truth, you have to answer the question honestly. If you pick Dare, you have to perform the dare." "Aaaahh," he lifts a finger. "But what if the dare is something neither of us would ever do?" "Come on. What wouldn't I do for you?" I tell him in absolute, utter seriousness. "And what wouldn't you do for me?" Mulder looks at me tenderly. Then a naughty sparkle comes into his eyes and he points out, "Well I haven't given *you* a rimjob yet!" I am momentarily distracted by that erotic possibility, but I quickly get us back on track. "OK how about this. Whoever forfeits a dare or an answer owes the other a foot massage." "Deal." Mulder's answer is quick. Foot massages are much coveted in our line of work. ------------------- "Truth or Dare, Mulder?" "Truth." What a surprise he should pick that. "What's you favorite kind of music?" "Hmmmm." Mulder rubs his jaw in thought. "I guess I'm partial to jazz, blues, a little light rock. Truth or Dare?" I consider my answer. If I pick Dare, Mulder will undoubtedly leap right in with 'I dare you to strip' or 'I dare you to give me a blowjob.' "Truth." "What would your three wishes be?" "This IS my first wish. For my second, I'd probably wish for-" I stop abruptly. "What is it?" Mulder leans closer. I look down at my lap. "I was going to say I wish for a child, but maybe we aren't meant to have a baby Mulder." I can tell he's consciously ignoring the 'we' in my sentence for now. "Why not Scully?" "The life we lead, the enemies we have....a baby would just be another pawn." I try hard not to think of Emily. "If we're trying to save the world, maybe we better actually DO it before bringing babies into it." He contemplates this. I sigh and attempt to steer away from the seriousness of this subject. "I could wish that you would find your sister, but you seem to think you've found the answer to that one already." Mulder's voice is very quiet. "You can cover all your bases by wishing for that normal life you asked me about once before." I look into twin pools of green-brown love. Many people think his face is so blank and expressionless, but to me he's an open book. "Truth or Dare? I ask again. "Truth," he says easily. We have moved on. "Are your feet ticklish?" Mulder's face turns a mottled pink. I made him blush! His answer is succinct, "Yes." We've already established that his armpits are VERY ticklish. Unfortunately, I'm also very ticklish, something I'm sure Mulder will discover and exploit to his pleasure. "Truth or Dare, Scully?" "Dare." Let's get this game going. "I dare you to take my shirt off," he grins. Undressing Mulder is a treat. Like tearing into a much anticipated gift and seeing that which you most desire under the wrapping. Once his chest is bared, I have to force myself to stop touching him. "Truth or Dare?" "Um, dare I think." "OK. Take off *my* shirt." Mulder is quick to comply, eager to see my breasts. He knows I don't normally wear a bra on weekends and more casual moments. Now we sit looking at each other, both topless. "Now what," he mouths quietly. "Keep playing Mulder. Please!" "Truth or Dare, Scully?" "Let's go with Truth." "Would you.....will you touch me, touch my nipples?" Aaaah. A question that requires action to answer. Mulder's good. I raise my hands to his chest and stroke the small nubbins. Mulder lets his head fall back a bit. I play with his sensitive nipples a few moments longer before asking, "Truth or Dare?" "Truth." Let's see if I can ask the right question. "Will you please lick my breasts?" His breath explodes in a gasp. I arch my back so I can keep touching him while his dark head dips below my chin. He goes back and forth, laving my breasts with careful attention, and completely avoids the aching rosy tips. Mulder's nipples may be sensitive, but mine are doubly so. I brace my hands on his shoulders. He pushes my breasts together and lets his breath bathe the tips. I shudder helplessly in his arms. "Truth or Dare?" he whispers. "Oh I'm feeling very daring." In fact I am feeling like a puddle of goo. If Mulder let go of me, I would probably slide bonelessly off of the couch. "OK." Mulder swallows convulsively. "I dare you to kiss me." That was not what I was expecting. When he lifts his head and strokes his mouth over mine, I understand his reasoning. Kissing Mulder is a treat. Just his lower lip alone is a pleasure to suck on and bite. Not to mention his upper lip, and his talented tongue...... ------------------- My hands are still on his shoulders. I squeeze them, then begin rubbing his well-muscled arms. In response, he gently rubs his thumbs over my hardened nipples. We're not kissing anymore, just resting our mouths together. "Truth or Dare, Mulder?" I say into his mouth. "Dare. Make it good." Damm, I was expecting him to pick Truth again. Well, I can make this work. "I dare you to let me kiss your neck." Mulder bares his throat to me trustingly. I reward him with feather light kisses along the column of his neck. He squeaks a little and slides his hands restlessly over the leather cushions on either side of him. I climb into his lap and straddle his thighs to reach him better. I lave him with moist, heated kisses for several minutes. Mulder is breathing hard and has closed his eyes in enjoyment. Finally he pushes me back so he can look into my eyes. "T-Truth...or Dare....Scully?" "Dare me Mulder." "I dare you to get naked!" Slowly I rise from his lap, holding his eyes with my own. When I unsnap my pants and wiggle them past my hips, his eyes drop down to watch. All his attention, every ounce of his formidable excitement, is focused on me. He sits quietly but his chest rises and falls rapidly, and his eyes are wide open and dark with arousal. When I am fully naked he just stares at me for a full minute. I can almost feel the hunger of his gaze brushing over the center between my thighs. "Open your legs a little," he whispers. "It's my turn Mulder." I remind him. His eyes snap back up to mine and I swear I heard him snarl. He half rises from the couch towards me, and the forward motion reminds him of his constricted jeans. Mulder eases back and unfastens the top button of his 501's. "Truth or Dare?" Did my voice waver? "Dare me......Scully." His voice is so low it's little more than a growl. Oh God, I want him. When he goes feral like this the sex is unbelievable. "I dare you to take your pants off." Before the words are fully out of my mouth he is popping loose the rest of the rest of the buttons. He lifts his hips and slides the jeans off. When he reaches for his boxers, I stop him with an outstretched hand. "No." At the command in my voice he looks at me in disbelief. With one notable exception, Mulder has been the dominant one in our relationship, which suits us just fine. What I'm trying to do now is push him, test his limits until he snaps and drags me down into the bed beneath him. Until that point, until he breaks, I WILL command him. "Your turn now, Mulder." I say sweetly. His eyes narrow. "Truth or Dare," he hisses. My breath is around here somewhere, just let me catch it. "Truth," I say as blandly as I can manage. He smiles now. 'Fox' my ass. They should have named him Wolf. "Do you like to go down on me Scully?" His voice flows like honey now when a moment ago it was rough. I stare at his tented boxers. My mouth is dry. When I don't answer, Mulder barks out "Woman!" "Yes," I squeak, surprised. "Yes Mulder, I love the taste of you. I love how big and thick you get in my mouth. I love your sexy moans and cries when I make you come." His eyes have closed again. He can't help himself, one hand creeps up to cup his balls. "Truth of Dare?" I dare to ask. "Truth." "Do you like to go down on me?" For the sake of the game I make my voice sound cool and detached, full Agent Scully mode. His eyes open and seek out mine. The wolf is gone, now he's just Mulder again. "God yes," he groans out. My knees buckle and nearly give out. Somehow we have to wrap this game up and get to the gettin' funky. It's been fun, but Dana's horny. "Truth or Dare?" Please Mulder, please pick Truth. "Truth." Thank God. "Could we please move this to the bedroom?" I'm getting cold. I need my Mulderblanket. Mulder nods almost imperceptibly and croaks out "Yes." ----------------------------------------------- He sat on the edge of his bed and swept a hard stare over my body. Did I say I was cold? It dawns on me that we've worked ourselves into a frenzy of lust without any touching below the waist. "You took two turns in a row Scully," he says almost conversationally. "That wasn't very nice." "Well I guess I owe you a foot massage then," I return, pert as you please. He smiles gently. "Or I could just take two turns. Truth or Dare.....Scully?" His eyes tell me what choice to make. "Um, um. Dare." "I dare you to lay down on the bed and get comfortable." I comply, relieved to rest my trembling limbs. Mulder looks me over with satisfaction as I settle. "That's right," he coos. "Get nice and comfy. You're going to be here awhile." He settles himself between my legs and then.....then he just looks at me with that gentle, loving smile on his face. I squirm helplessly as he begins tracing the tip of his finger from my navel to my pubic bone. "Do you know Scully," he whispered. "My favorite fantasy used to be of you sucking on me, sucking on my cock. I imagined sooooo many scenarios; sitting down, flat on my back, standing up and holding your beautiful hair." Without warning he drops his head and suckles my clit briefly into his mouth. I buck beneath him and he releases me, holding me firmly with a splayed hand on my stomach. "I even thought about us at the office. I'd be sitting at the desk with you underneath, there would be Skinner lecturing me about something or other, while I tried not to blow the top of your head off." Mulder repeats his little maneuver. I'm beginning to whimper. "But now I think," lick, lick, "this is definitely," he sucks my clit again, "my favorite now!" And Mulder spends some time eating me out. He's slow and gentle and leisurely about it, and he does not let me come. Once in a while he raises his head just enough to tell me how good I taste, how like a feast I am. After about a half hour or so of his tender ministrations, I'm writhing on the bed and begging him for more. My fingers weave through his hair and tug in desperation. Mulder lifts his mouth off of me. "Truth of Dare?" he moans out. "M-Mulder, uh uh, please.....I-" "Truth or Dare, damm it!" He presses on my clit hard enough to make me emit a small scream. "Truth! God Mulder, TRUTH!" He eases back instantly and gives my clit an apologetic lick before asking, "Do you want to come?" Do I want to keep breathing? Do I want to open my eyes again tomorrow? "Yes!" I pant enthusiastically. He carefully inserts two fingers into me and targets my G-spot. His long, slender, elegant fingers curl and stroke rhythmically inside me. I gasp and cry out, "Ohhhhh FOX!" and shatter into a thousand tiny shards. Mulder's hands soothe me as I drift back to the bed. His voice, though, has a frantic edge. "Dana sweetie.....come back to me now.....please, I need you so bad!" I smile with satisfaction up at him. "Truth or Dare hon?" "The truth....is...in you Scully." Laughing, I flip him onto his back and poise above him in my most seductive pose. "Will you let me suck on you?" He lays looking at me, panting and shaking with desire. "Please!" Without preamble I take him into my mouth, getting on task right away. Mulder cries out sharply and holds his breath, struggling to hold on and enjoy it at least a little before losing it. But I want him to lose it, want him to come violently, so I work him both harder and slower. My grip on his penis is tight, so tight. My cheeks hollow with the force of the suction I am applying. My hand and mouth bob slowly and leisurely up and down, up and down. Mulder is clawing the sheets, his head thrashes back and forth, his legs wiggle frantically over the bed. His back arches like a bow and I feel him grow impossibly huge and thick in my mouth. "AAAAAAHHHHH.......DAAAAANNAAAA!" he screams for all the world to hear. And with each spurt of wetness he howls out, "God!" I sit back on my heels and drink in the sight of a sated Mulder. His eyes are clenched shut, his face and chest are lightly sheaned with sweat. He lifts his head and looks at me with dazed eyes. I grin at him and mouth, "I love you." His head thumps back onto the pillow and he beckons weakly with one floppy hand. I curl up on top of him and rest my head on his shoulder. His left hand automatically goes to the base of my spine. We rest awhile in contentment. I am nearly asleep when I hear a low rumble. "Truth or Dare, Scully?" I blink in confusion. Are we still playing that? Cautiously I respond with, "Truth, Mulder. Always the truth between us." He sits up and I slide off his lap. He's got his back to me now. Whatever the question is, it's very difficult for him to ask. "Will you stay with me....always?" Silence descends like a jackhammer. I really don't know what to say to him. What does he think I've been doing with him all these years? Does he think I stay on the X-Files because they're fun to investigate? "I think I'll have to owe you a foot massage, Mulder." He winces, and begins to slouch into a ball. Shit. He took that wrong. Well, how could he not Dana Katherine, I scold myself in my mother's voice. I crawl up next to him and force him to look at me with a strong grip on his chin. Oh my God, he's crying! I stare in horror at the tears that leak out of his eyes and roll down his cheeks. "Sweetie, that's not what I meant! Mulder, you know I love you! This is not just a lark for me, I take our relationship very seriously. But for the same reasons I gave you for not having a child, the same is true for making promises. Who knows what could happen?" In an attempt to lighten the mood, I say, "Why, either one of us could get abducted by aliens at any time! I just meant that I can't promise forever because I don't know if I'll have it." He sniffles and speaks. "Maybe you could use your third wish for that." I smile at the hopeful tone in his voice. "I don't know if that's necessary Mulder. I have no plans to go anywhere. I'm planning on growing old with you, even if I have to use a cane to chase your lights in the sky. God willing, I'll see your dear face grow wrinkled." A huge burden seems to lift off his shoulders at my loving words. With a gleeful chuckle he shoves me onto the bed, flat on my back. "I don't think we're done playing yet. But the name of the game has changed. Now it's called 'Is Scully ticklish?'" ------------------- Mulder's fingers skate up and down my ribs. I bite my lip and clench my fists, fighting not to laugh and reveal how much it affects me. That's not really fair, is it? After all, he freely admitted to being similarly sensitive. I can see by his face that he's plotting, trying to think of a way to break me. He changes tactics by pinning my arms above my head. He scrambles to the top of the bed and traps my hands with his knees. Now I'm completely exposed and helpless. Uh oh. Mulder looks down at my upturned face with a glint in his eyes. He softly strokes his fingertips up and down my armpits. I snap, and shriek with laughter. Mulder is delighted, judging from the enthusiastic way he applies himself to his new task. It's torture, absolute torture. Mulder's tickling me with the perfect amount of pressure. I struggle and shout, trying desperately to get away, but I can't. Between bursts of hysterical laughter I threaten, "Mulder, you're so dead, I'll get you back!" He's manic with glee as his fingers glide over my underarms. I can't stand it. With my last burst of strength I simply wail, "STOP!" I can't breath! I can't even summon energy to fight anymore. Mulder senses my dilemma and releases me instantly. "Dana? Are you OK?" I pull my arms back down to my sides and lay huffing a moment before answering, "Yeah. I'm fine." He glances sharply at me before deciding to take my word for it. "Lay down here Dana. I want to give you a backrub." For some reason Mulder likes to rub my back. Never one to refuse a massage from a sexy naked man, I lay face down on the bed. I feel completely relaxed, but energized at the same time. He rubs my skin soothingly from my shoulders to my hips. He works slowly, easing out any residual knots of tension he finds. When I begin making contented purring sounds, he shifts backwards until he's straddling my ankles. I have a momentary fear that he will tickle my feet too. Instead he begins massaging my thighs. Tension of a very pleasurable kind begins to seep back into me. Mulder bends over me, still rubbing, and traces his tongue in a circle over my tattoo. He's fascinated by it, both attracted and repelled by it. It reminds him of a very bitter time in our lives, but at the same time he's excited by the fact that a reserved woman like myself would bear such an illicit mark. Mulder's strong, sensuous hands slide over my thighs. His firm strokes grow softer and lighter until they are feather light caresses. It feels good, really good. When I feel his hot mouth touch my cheek, I moan loud and low. He's not kissing me exactly, but placing open-mouthed touches all over my buttocks. I moan again, I can't keep the sound contained, and my legs begin to part of their own accord. ------------------- He murmurs his approval and urges my legs further apart. When he has me arranged to his satisfaction, he pauses for a long moment. I squirm in agony without his touch. Finally he begins massaging my behind. I roll my head back and forth on the pillow. His touch is so very erotic. He's preparing me for something, I don't know what yet, but I can't wait to find out. I cry out and nearly leap off the bed when I feel his tongue at the top of my cheeks, right on the little dimple where they separate. He slaps my ass hard enough to sting and warns, "Don't move Scully. If you keep wiggling I'll spank you." He continues his ministrations. His hands leisurely rub up and down while his tongue travels down between my cheeks. I know where he's ultimately headed and can't help tensing up a bit. I've never done that before and it makes me a little nervous. My tenseness makes it harder for Mulder and he slaps me again, harder this time. "Do you *want* to be spanked? Because believe me, I'd love to redden your little ass Scully." I shudder in helpless pleasure. Mulder and I have already discovered that a little pain adds immeasurably to the pleasure, at least for me. And when he takes charge like this I am an eager slave to his bidding. He sees my reaction and continues. "I'd bring my hand down on your soft curves again and again. My one palm is big enough to cover your whole bottom, Scully. Can you imagine what it would feel like slapping down hard on you until you're begging me for release?" We both know it would be a sexual release if he did that. In a shaky voice I tell him, "Please Mulder. I'll try to be good, but you're scaring me and exciting me at the same time. Be gentle with me, I'm nervous." Mulder growls and settles his body over my legs so I can't move. In one swift movement he spreads me open and flicks the tip of his tongue rapidly against my sphincter. Aaaahhhh God! I can't believe how good that feels! Is this what Mulder felt when I did this to him? No wonder he came so hard. Encouraged by my reactions, Mulder settles into a rhythm of laving strokes with his amazing tongue. I keen my approval to him and before long I'm shaking with reaction. Suddenly my whole body tenses up and I shudder convulsively as waves of relaxing heat sweep over me. I'm almost embarrassed. The only place he's touching me is *there,* but there's no mistaking the gush of moisture between my lips. Mulder rises off the bed and pads into the bathroom. I turn my head and watch him rinsing his mouth and washing his hands. From here I have a great view of his delectable ass and rock hard erection. His ablutions complete, he turns to see me still sprawled as he left me. I'm sure I look wanton. My hair is spread over the pillow, my legs are opened wide. With a grin, Mulder vaults onto the bed next to me and rolls me onto my back. I grab him by the ears and just kiss the hell out of him. When I let go, the grin is gone and his face is drawn with need. I slide my hand down his chest, down his belly, and take him in my hand. Mulder shivers. "Aaaahh, Dana. I'm so excited right now." I pull him on top of me and wrap my legs around his hips. Mulder grasps his shaft and pushes forward a bit. Immediately he groans and bites his lip, steadily pushing forward. When he's about halfway embedded, he stops. He's panting like crazy and tells me, "You're so tight! I love it!" I answer, "Fox, the way you just made me come was incredible. You've already made me come twice tonight and you're just now sliding into me. You are an amazing lover!" He closes his eyes and presses in a bit more. His whole body shakes violently. I rub his back soothingly. Suddenly he pulls out. "What's the matter?" He whispers, "I'm gonna come Dana." Precious man. "That's the idea Fox." I tell him and pull him back down to me. "Take me. Use my body for your enjoyment." Mulder talks dirty to me but he absolutely loves it when I talk dirty back. His restraint breaks and he thrusts eagerly into my body. Within moments he's pounding away and crying out his pleasure. "Oh Dana.....OH! You feel so good! God....God....No! I can't hold back anymore...I'm gonna come! Oh God...I'm COMING!!" As I told Mulder, I had already had two orgasms. I wasn't prepared for another but the force of Mulder's climax sweeps me along. Poised on his hands above me like that, a look of utter joy on his handsome face, I clench around him and mingle my voice with his. Mulder collapses on top of me. We rest together in satiation, just the two of us alone in our universe. His breathing slows down and he nuzzles his face into my neck. Mulder loves to cuddle. Amazing but true. I think it's simply because he was starved for affection by his parents after Samantha was taken. Mulder craves touch from those he loves. "You know what I love about sex with you?" he says in a sleepy, contented voice. "You liiiiike it!" He props up on one elbow and feathers his other hand over my breasts and belly. I move to roll away and he snakes in, wanting to be held more. "Just let me go to the bathroom Mulder!" I giggle. He lets go and snuggles further under the blankets while waiting for me. It's Friday so I brought my overnight bag with me when I came over. It's rare for us to actually take an entire weekend off, but I'm determined we will do so this time. Out relationship is so new, I want to explore more downtime with my partner. Although we are not overt, it's obvious that things have changed between us. We touch less often, but with more feeling. We look a great deal, out eyes lingering. The tension has melted away, allowing us to work as closely as we ever did but without the flare-ups that used to plague us. For all my talk to Mulder tonight about dangerous lifestyles and enemies, I am optimistic about our future. I meant what I said to him about growing old together. As I drift into sleep with my arms wrapped tightly around him, I smile. The future is bright and happy because I'm in love. I've finally found the love of a lifetime. End Author's Endnotes: I nearly cried when I wrote this ending because I know what Chris Carter had planned for our heroes. But as I said in the beginning of this, Requiem doesn't happen in this world. My Mulder and Scully are allowed a happy ending.