TITLE: TOILET SEATS & MOONLIGHT AUTHOR: DONNILEE E-MAIL: DONNILEE@SNET.NET WEBSITE: http://donnilee.tripod.com CATEGORY: MSR RATING: NC-17 SPOILERS: Nope. Too small to mention. SUMMARY: Of all the ways I'd imagined Mulder and I coming together, I never dreamed it would all start because of a toilet seat. DISCLAIMER: All characters belong to Chris Carter, Ten Thirteen Productions and Fox Broadcasting. My pockets are empty. Don't sue. AUTHOR'S NOTE: I know I'm supposed to be working on sequels, but I got this stupid ass idea and it just wouldn't leave me alone! I finally decided I had to get it out of my head before I could move on. This is the result. It has no redeeming social value whatsoever. But I hope you like it. I hope you even have a little laugh. AUTHOR'S NOTE 2: This is in response to Kimpa's Challenge - "The Great Wide Open". Better late than never, right? 1. Grand Piano - Check! 2. Fluffy pink pillow - Check! 3. Late night French Fries - Check! 4. Reference to your favorite perfume - Check! 5. Pink Lemonade - Check! 6. Reference to your favorite care - Check! 7. Spooning - Check! X-TRA: Kimpa name - Check! XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX PART 1 (R) DANA SCULLY'S APARTMENT GEORGETOWN, VA SATURDAY - 11:30 AM I still wasn't quite sure how I ended up in this position. I was laying on my bed with my legs bent up at the knee, feet planted on the mattress, my knees spread wide. And after over six years, I finally had my partner's head between my legs. The only problem was that rather than wielding his tongue, he was wielding a pair of scissors. That's right, scissors. He was giving me a trim of all things. Why? Well, that was a really good question. Why I didn't just go to the doctor, I didn't know. Why I didn't do this myself, I have no clue. But you know us doctors, we hated to go to another doctor. How did I let him talk me into this? I wondered for the hundredth time. Despite our earlier encounter I was so embarrassed I thought I might explode. Maybe I was sick and tired of fighting this tension between us. That was certainly what had prompted my wanton behavior this morning. It all started when my toilet seat cover broke off. Maybe I should back up here a bit. XXXXXXXXXX THE PREVIOUS EVENING SATURDAY, 2:00 AM We'd been on the road and I hadn't had a chance to get another one. The little plastic hinges on the back had been abused to the point where the damn thing finally gave way and snapped apart. Now this had left two jagged plastic pieces sticking up into the air at the back of the toilet seat. For days, I'd been so careful to make sure they were flipped up and out of the line of fire, so to speak. I'd noticed that when you lifted the seat, say, to clean the toilet bowl, when you replaced the lid they fell down with it, aiming their jagged weapons over the edge of the seat, just waiting for you to forget. Since I'm a girl and I live alone, this wasn't a problem, right? I left the seat down and the hinges flipped backwards, so their potential dangerous edges were pointed skyward and out of the line of fire from my descending rear end. I only had to be aware of replacing them to the 'safety position' after cleaning the bowl. Enter my partner. As I said, we'd been on the road for days and finally made it back into town. We were exhausted and it was 2:00 AM and I asked him if he wanted to come in and get a coffee for the road. He'd enthusiastically agreed, saying that he was needed to go pee-pee really badly. He didn't use the word, pee-pee, but you get the idea. Could you see this coming a mile away? I should have. But I didn't. I retired to the kitchen and put the pot on to make four cups of coffee and Mulder trotted into my bathroom to use the facilities. He's a man, not that you didn't know that. Yes, you guessed it. He raised the seat to do his business like most men. Unlike most men, he returned it to its former position when he was finished. Something I had unfortunately trained him to do. The lid to the toilet was leaning against the wall, waiting for me should I call it into action should I need to convert the toilet into a chair upon which I could trim my toenails, whatever. Anyway, he commented on the lid when he emerged, which should have reminded me. But hey, I was tired. "What happened to your toilet seat?" I muttered something about never having any time to go shopping for a new one because I was traipsing all over the country and retreated for my turn at the latrine. I felt guilty for harping at him as soon as I walked away but I wasn't about to take it back. I hollered to him from the hallway to make my coffee as penance and I might forgive him. I could hear him chuckling as I whipped my slacks down and dropped, dead weight onto the toilet. Have you guessed what happened next? You got it. I screamed bloody blue Jesus as the ragged plastic tore across my back side. And to make matters worse, as I bolted to a standing position, straddling the bowl, my pants tripped me up. One leg came out of the pant leg and I dropped, off balance, straight down in nearly a complete split. And I screamed again. This time because the plastic scraped across the tender skin of my groin, in the crease between my crotch and my thigh. By now, I didn't know whether I was more pissed off or more in pain. I whimpered in pain as I straightened, struggling for balance and cruelly flipped the jagged edges of the plastic hinges up, taking out my anger on the hapless hinges. I gingerly lowered myself onto the seat, squealing as I finally got to pee, and feeling it sting the life out of my groin. It was at this point that I realized the plastic had cut me. It was at this point, of course, that Mulder also chose to come careening around the corner and nearly tear the door off the hinges as he shouldered his way into the bathroom, in response to my blood curdling screams. "Scully!" he yelled. He came to a halt, nearly falling himself as the door gave way and he fell into the room. I turned to him and we both froze, staring at each other. "What happened? What's the matter?" he asked, making no effort to hide the fact that he was staring at the tops of my bare legs. I realized I was exposing myself and shifted so my shirt would cover me better. I flushed to the roots of my hair as I realized what I must look like, pants and underwear dangling off one leg, wrapped around my ankle and trailing across the floor in front of me. "Mulder, ... sorry I scared you, I'll be out in a minute." "You screamed," he stated stupidly, finally averting his gaze and looking into my bathtub as if grout were the most interesting thing he'd ever seen. "You put the seat down," I stated, equally as stupidly. "You told me to, you get mad when I don't." I sighed. "Give me a little privacy, Mulder. I'll explain in a minute. I'm fine." He cringed at the sound of the familiar words. "Scully ..." "I'm all right, Mulder, just give me a minute, O.K.?" He nodded curtly and spun on his heel and left the bathroom, obviously upset at my brush off. I suppose it seemed strange after screaming and hollering like I had just done, but I what else was I going to do?" I wiped myself gingerly, hissing at the knifing pain that ripped through my skin. The toilet paper came away covered in blood. My head immediately swam. For no good reason, I might add. I'd never fainted in my life. I'm a pathologist for Christ's sake. I have an iron stomach. But one look at that long streak of arterial red blood and my head swam. I dumped the toilet paper between my legs and bent over, putting my head between my legs. It helped some. But then I sat up again. Too quickly. Somehow, I managed to whimper his name, just before I felt myself toppling off the bowl head first. "Mulder, I neeed ..." Everything went black. XXXXXXXXXX Being the asshole that I am, I stationed myself outside the bathroom door like a sentinel at the Queen's inner sanctum. There was no way she was going to scream like that and not explain herself. No way. She nearly gave me a fucking heart attack. And she screamed ... why? Because I put the seat down like she told me to? No way. I think she fell. I mean, no one takes their pants off completely to go to the bathroom, right, unless they are planning on changing. Maybe that was it. She was going to get into jeans or something and tripped and fell. That must be it. And now she was being her usual, stubborn self. She wouldn't admit she'd hurt herself. God, it pissed me off that after all this time, she still thought I would think less of her for not being the iron maiden. I scowled at the door, waiting for her to emerge and explain herself. While I waited, I closed my eyes and remembered the sight of the soft expanse of her thighs, spread slightly as she sat awkwardly on the bowl. I'd nearly fainted when I caught a flash of her auburn curls between her legs as she shifted toward me. But then her shirt tails had covered her. Damn, I'd had an instant erection. I'd turned away then, hoping she didn't notice. Just thinking about it, my groin was tingling again. If it hadn't been so quiet at that moment, as I stewed in silence, I might not have heard her. But I did. She softly whimpered my name in distress. I was instantly contrite about being angry with her. I knew how she was, never revealing any weaknesses. Why couldn't I just accept that about her? I needed to stop taking these idiosyncrasies of her personality personally, like they were some reflection on me. I don't think they were. She reacted out of habit. My hand was already on the door knob and cracking the door open when I heard the unmistakable thud of her body hitting the floor. I pushed the door open, banging it against the tub and stopping it from hitting me on the rebound with a well placed foot. The sight that greeted me make my heart plummet into my stomach. She was sprawled on the floor, one arm tangled awkwardly underneath her body, laying half on her stomach, half on her side. Her ass was sticking pertly up into the air, her shirt pushed up above her waist, bunched under her breasts. And their was blood covering the insides of her thighs. "Scully!" I shouted. She was out cold. "Scully, Jesus Christ!" I saw a flash of blood red water in the toilet as I sank to my knees. Good thing she didn't see my hands flail helplessly in the air as I decided what to do. I was torn between needing to find out where the blood was coming from and paralyzed by the thought of yanking her thighs open. I could be such a nerd. Good thing I was a doctor of psychology and not a medical doctor. I would have been a total spastic. My hands whirled in the air for a few seconds, reaching and then pulling back with uncertainty. She groaned and snapped me out of my self indulgent embarrassment and I rolled her onto her back and looked down as one of her legs fell to the side. My dick was instantly hard and I cursed softly under my breath. I took iron control over my libido and peered between her legs. A jagged gash of skin, about two inches long, could be seen in the crease of her thigh. It didn't look deep but it was bleeding like a sieve. I leaped to my feet, grabbing the washcloth on the sink and drenching it in cold water. I had to put pressure on the wound to stop the bleeding. That much I knew. I shuddered, knowing what I had to do. I dropped to my knees on the floor and gingerly held her leg up by the knee with one hand. I glanced at her face, chalk white, her eyelids beginning to flutter. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding at the sight of her eye movement. I looked once and aimed, and slapped the cloth between her legs, pressing firmly to the side and into the crease of her groin. She moaned and her eyes fluttered open. They went wide in an instant and she immediately tried to sit up, groaning, and then sank back onto the floor, holding her head in her hands. "Don't move, Scully." This directive served two purposes. One, she might not pass out again if she stayed still. And two, her lack of movement took the edge off the wildly insane thought of driving my fingers inside her. Jesus, I was sick. She was hurt! Do what you have to do, I thought. Anything more and she'll probably shoot you again. But I'm a guy for God sakes. I couldn't stop looking between her face and her pubic hair. How many times in this lifetime was I going to get to see this? I had my damned hand between her legs! Her pubic hair was a wild mass of auburn tangles and the hair on the sides brushed my arm as I pressed into her wound. My wrist brushed her folds as I adjusted to press more firmly and felt wetness. I gasped and nearly swooned. Jesus. Was she THAT kind of wet? No, I was just dreaming. She was just on the toilet you asshole! I berated myself. Her head thunked gently onto the floor. "Christ, Mulder!" "Sorry," I mumbled. I needed to distract her. "Did you hit your head when you fell, Scully? She as always checking my head out. Of course, I figured my skull was probably a lot thicker than hers! "No, my head's fine. My stomach's in an uproar though." She paused. "God, this is so embarrassing." Her head turned away and she covered her eyes with her hands. All my arousal fled. I could see the tears forming in her eyes. She was mortified. I cooed to her. "Shhh, it's all right. Don't be embarrassed. Shit happens. Damn, what happened, Scully?" I think I was telling myself, more than her, not to be embarrassed. "The toilet lid is broken," she stated, as though this explained everything! I stared at her, adopting my stupid look that was seemingly becoming a regular on my face. I glanced at the toilet and it hit me like a ton of bricks. I felt my chest cave in. The jagged edge of the plastic hinge was covered in her blood. Oh God. That's what she had meant when she said I put the seat down. It had dropped the hinges and she had accidentally sat on one of them. "Oh Shit, Scully, I'm so sorry! This is all my fault." She sighed loudly. "No it's not. I know about it and I forgot to look." "I'm buying you a new toilet seat first thing tomorrow." She grabbed a towel off the side of the tub and draped it over her middle. The disappointment must have shown on my face, because she chuckled. "Sorry, Mulder. No more free show." I actually felt heat diffuse my face. I never blushed. But for God sakes! I'm kneeling next to a half naked Scully, with my hands between her spread legs. And although she just put a towel over her privates, draping my hand as well, I will remember what I saw for about the next thousand nights when I close my eyes. "You got an eyeful, didn't you?" There was no accusation in her voice. "I ... I'm sorry, Scully, but I had to find the cut and ... I couldn't help it!" "It's all right, Mulder." I looked at her then. "It is?" She grinned. "I know you couldn't help it. And I don't imagine I was out long enough for you to plot anything ungentlemanly." "Scully! I would Never ...!" "I know you wouldn't ..." she began, talking over me. "No matter how much I wanted ..." I continued. We both fell silent and the tension suddenly leaped between us. I stiffened. I looked down at my towel covered hand. I swallowed harshly and gently removed my hand, looking at the cloth, now covered with blood. "I ... I'm sorry, Scully. I think it stopped bleeding ... it's jagged, but it's not deep ... I examined you ... the CUT, I mean, and it's not ... deep." Christ, I was stuttering as I awkwardly levered up onto my feet and stood up to rinse out the washcloth, turning away from her. I busied myself with my task, grateful that I had something to do with my hands. I thought I might have seen her lips twitch as she suppressed amusement at my embarrassment. I squeezed out the excess water and draped it over the edge of the sink, feeling her eyes on my back. "Scully, I'm sorry I ... saw that ... I'm sorry I embarrassed you ... that I couldn't help but see ... I didn't know what to do ... I needed to help you ... I had to stop the bleeding ... and I would never disrespect ... we're friends, Scully, and I needed to help you. That's all it was, I swear. If it makes it you feel any better, I'm embarrassed too." She was so silent and I turned to look at her, steeling myself for her anger. Instead, I nearly gasped at the look of hurt on her face. Oh God. Could she be hurt that that's all it was? Of course, I was lying. She pursed her lips. "Thanks, Mulder. Sorry I was too stubborn to tell you. You've done enough, now leave me alone." "Scully ..." "Leave!" she nearly shouted, blinking rapidly to conceal the tears I could see forming in her eyes. I sighed and turned to go, muttering, "It's not what you think." "Leave!" I saw her lever up onto her elbow as I took two steps out the door. "Aaahhh!" she shouted, sharply and suddenly. I whirled around and reentered the bathroom. "Scully, let me help you up!" "I don't need your help!" she shouted like a petulant child. She was huffing and grimacing against the pain of bending her leg. "Damn it, Scully! I know this was embarrassing, for both of us! But for God sakes. Let me help you for once!" Now who sounded like a child! She stared at me for a couple of moments and then nodded sharply. I swooped down and pulled her pants completely off. I slid her simple cotton underwear up gently, glancing once, then keeping my eyes on her face looking for signs of distress. She lifted her hips and I slid them up, careful not to yank them up tight against her cut. I bit my tongue as my fingers brushed the baby soft skin on her ass. I put an arm under her torso and slid it up under her arm pit. The other gingerly cupped her knees over my forearm and I stood up slowly, being careful not to jostle her. Her arms went around my neck for balance and her face turned into my chest. My heart was beating fast at her nearness and the hot feel of her breath penetrating my tee shirt. God, why did I always pretend she didn't affect me? I either made a joke or got angry to cover up the near constant state of semi- arousal I was in around her. I moved into the bedroom and stood at the edge of the bed, not setting her down. If I was wrong, I could ruin everything, but I'd swear she'd been hurt when she thought I wasn't affected by her half naked state. It didn't mean that she wanted me, per se, but rather that she needed validation of her femininity. I found that hard to believe but that's what that hurt look had said to me. Could she really think that I didn't notice her as a woman, or that I thought she was unattractive or unfeminine? Truth was, it was embarrassing how affected I was by her, all the time, let alone when I got a glimpse of that creamy white skin. "Mulder?" she questioned quietly. I swallowed. She didn't weigh anything, so it wasn't a burden to stand there with her in my arms. Her warmth was seeping into me. I looked down at her as she peered up at me, blue eyes open wide. "I don't want to put you down," I said carefully. "Why?" "Because when I do, you're going to get all embarrassed and cranky on me again." The corners of her mouth turned up. "And if I promise not to ...?" "I still don't want to put you down." "Mulder, I need to put a bandage on that cut. I have those huge band aides in the medicine cabinet and I'm going to need you to get one for me." I don't know why I blurted it out just then but my response was, "It feels so good to hold you. When you're close like this, I feel connected to you. I always try to say what I think I SHOULD and I end up hurting you. And I never want to hurt you, Scully. You have to believe that." I dropped my head into her hair so she couldn't see the wetness that was stinging my eyes. Oh God, she smelled like Via Preve, my favorite perfume. I think she started wearing it after I mentioned it in Comity. Why had that little gem of information never dawned on me until now? Why did she wear my favorite perfume? I felt her stiffen but she was silent a moment. Then, "You have to put me down." "Do you promise to talk to me after we get you patched up?" "What is there to talk about?" I could hear the bitchiness and the hurt in her voice. "See! You're going to pretend it isn't there again. Like nothing happened. You're going to pull away from me. Damn it, Scully! It hurts ME when you DO that." I pulled back to look at her again. She looked startled by my outburst. I supposed it was rather out of character for me to be angry when she was hurt. Her voice was small but she said, "If you have something to talk about, Mulder, I will talk to you but I need to put something on this cut." I gave her a soft hug and then set her gently on the bed. "I'm sorry, Scully. I'm being overly emotional. I shouldn't have raised my voice. It scared me seeing you like that. You've never passed out." My voice dropped to a whisper. "God, that scared the shit out of me, Scully." She looked contrite for a moment. "I know, scared me too. I don't know what happened. I'm tired, but still...." "When was the last time you ate anything?" She looked up at me startled. "God, Mulder, I don't think I've eaten since lunch." I looked at my watch. "It's 2:30 AM Scully, you haven't eaten in 14 and a half hours. No wonder you're faint. Let's get you patched up and then I'll make you some soup or something." "You don't have to do that Mulder. I know you're tired. I'll just grab a toaster waffle or something to tide me over." I looked at her sternly. "No. I'm not that tired. And tonight, you ARE going to let me take care of you, whether you like it or not." "But Mulder ..." "No Buts. I NEED to take care of you." She looked puzzled. "I don't ..." "This is my fault." "No! It's not! I was stupid. Must you blame yourself for everything." I sighed. "All right then, how about this. I WANT to take care of you. Did it ever dawn on you that just maybe it might make me feel like something other than a fucking hazard in your life if I were allowed to help you once in a while." Silence and tension descended again. Before she could respond, I mumbled, "I'll get the bandage. Do you have any antibiotic ointment?" "It's in the medicine cabinet too. There should be a tube of cream there." Her voice was choked. I walked away, breathing deeply. Damn it. I was handling this all wrong. Why couldn't I just say what I meant? I returned with the items and sat gingerly on the bed. "I'll take it from here, Mulder." "No." She gave me her stubborn look again. "I'll take you up on the food, Mulder," she said, her tone losing its edge. I realized that this was embarrassing to her. I was forgetting that in the wake of my self-centered anger. God, I could be such an asshole. I was uptight because I had gotten aroused. And she was hurt because she thought I hadn't. And we were like too awkward teenagers. "How about chicken noodle soup? A bit more nourishing than a toaster waffle. You always have that stocked up." She smiled awkwardly and nodded. "O.K." The thing was that it shouldn't have been a big deal. But it was. Having my hand in her crotch was a very big deal. I smirked to myself, suddenly wanting to make her laugh instead of cringe with embarrassment at my pushiness. "Afraid I'll cop a feel, Scully?" I joked. The corners of her mouth twitched but then she frowned. "No, Mulder, you've made it clear that isn't a concern." Damn it. I tried again. "Maybe I just want another excuse to have my hands between your legs." She smiled tentatively. "Just make me food, Mulder." I nodded and stood up but turned at the door. She looked up at me, waiting. "Scully, you've got it all wrong." "What are you talking about?" "You're in danger every day you're around me." I saw anger flash in her eyes. "I can take care of myself. You don't need to hover." As usual, she was totally misunderstanding me. "That's not what I mean." "Spit it out, Mulder. I'm in no mood to play word games and read your mind. I'm too damned tired." I clenched my jaw in frustration. How could I say it and not make things worse? She waited, finally sighing because I wasn't spitting it out. Say something! I shouted at myself inside my head. Just be fucking honest for once. "Scully, if you had any idea how hard it is for me NOT to touch you, how easily you arouse me, every damned day, you'd probably run so far and so fast, away from me, I'd never see you again." I turned on my heel and marched into the kitchen, feeling amazingly unburdened by uttering those few true words. Of course, as usual, I hadn't been brave enough to hang around and see how they affected her. XXXXXXXXXXXXXX PART 2 (R) DANA SCULLY'S APARTMENT GEORGETOWN, VA 3:00 AM Holy Shit! Is he saying what I think he was saying? No way! I sat speechless on my bed, the tube of cream dropping from my hands. I clasped them together as I realized with chagrin that they were trembling. He was just saying it make me feel better because he'd seen my hurt look. I had been hurt that I didn't arouse him, even half naked. It shouldn't matter. He was my partner, right? But it did matter. God, I'd become such a cold bitch over the years, that people didn't even see me as normal woman anymore with wants and needs. I knew I wasn't his type, but for God sakes, I'd been naked from the waist down! If he'd made a pass at me in the bathroom, I would have ripped him up ten ways to Sunday for being so insensitive. Instead, he'd been the perfect gentleman, and I give him shit for that too. No wonder he thought he couldn't be honest with me, needed to say what he thought he should, rather than the truth. God, why did I show him I was hurt that he hadn't been affected by that situation? But maybe he was. But he said he wasn't. But he was also stuttering at the time. Why? Covering up? Covering up, what? Arousal, maybe? I didn't dare examine why that thought gave me a little thrill and made my mouth go dry. I could hear him running the can opener, opening some soup. He really did want to help me. Why was it so damn hard to let him? I didn't want to need him. I didn't want to need anybody, but I especially didn't want to need him. Why was that? But, but, but, why, why, why. Jesus, maybe we should talk. There were definitely some misunderstandings going on with us. He'd said it felt good to hold me. He'd accused me of predictably pulling away and acting like nothing happened. Well, nothing had happened, had it? Bullshit, and I knew it. I knew what he meant, that tension that sprung up between us every now and then. We would hover in limbo for a few precious agonizing seconds, neither one willing to risk crossing the line and being rejected. I was afraid of losing what he had, our friendship, our partnership, which were now precious to me. He was just plain afraid of losing me. I knew that. He'd said it many different ways, many different times. But why? There were those two words again! Did he not want to lose me because I had legitimized the X- Files? There was more to it than that and I knew it. Did he not want to lose me because I was the only partner he'd ever been able to work with and now he didn't think he could work alone? Maybe. I think it was more than that and as basic as that. I'm the only one who'd never left him and he lived in fear of my abandonment. I'd decided a long time ago that I was going to prove his fear wrong. I was going to stay, come hell or high water. At first, it was out of spite. I didn't want to prove, like all the others, that I couldn't take the weirdness, I couldn't stand up to the extreme possibilities. But we had weathered the storm together and six years plus later, we were still together as partners and friends. And we still pissed each other off on a regular basis. And I still wanted to stay, but not out of spite anymore. He'd become an integral part of my life. Yet, I was always shutting him out. It was a reflex. I'd been hurt and used so many times. And he hadn't? I thought with chagrin. He had a lot more reason to be gun shy than I did. And if I kept this up, one day there was going to be a rift between us that couldn't be healed. Almost seven years, and we still didn't know how to talk to each other. Pathetic. On the job, we could communicate with a look or a hand gesture. We could coordinate stalking a perpetrator like well balanced scales. But ask either one of us to reveal how we felt about each other, and we were reduced to juvenile defense mechanisms like sarcasm and anger. These were born of fear. It was distressing, at my age, to discover that I was a respected pathologist, a capable FBI agent, and virtual power of example for modern feminism, ... and I didn't have a clue how to tell the most important person in my life what he meant to me. Pathetic. What did he mean to me? I was too tired to think about this right now. I slipped my underwear down around my ankles, spread my legs and peered down at myself. He was correct. The cut looked ugly but it was shallow, a red line zigzagging through the crease in my groin, about two inches long. It felt like a foot long! The way it bled you'd have thought I ripped a hole in my femoral artery! The sight I must have made, unconscious on the bathroom floor, my ass in the air and my legs covered in blood! Oh yeah, super sexy, there, Dana! Gee, I don't know why he wasn't all over me!? I thought sarcastically. Poor Mulder. I know he panicked and he must have been embarrassed too. But not so much that he didn't still try to help me. God bless him. He was such a sweet man sometimes. I felt a wave of affection for him wash over me. That had to be at least as embarrassing to him as it was for me. But he hadn't let it stop him from doing what needed to be done. And he must have feared my wrath at waking and finding his hand in my crotch. I know I would have! I grabbed some tissues from the box I kept on the night stand and wiped some left over dried blood away. This would heal in a day or two and cause some discomfort, but it was nothing to worry about. As long as it didn't get infected. I was home free. I tossed the tissues in the wicker waste basket at the side of the bed. I uncapped the antibiotic ointment and then realized I had another problem. I was one hairy bitch! The lack of a man in my life had caused me to neglect my former habit of trimming the old coochie bush. The hair alone could infect the cut, I thought with dismay. I recapped the tube. My knees were spread wide to examine the extent of my problem. There was hair growing from the end of my outer lips and sparse hairs throughout my crotch. My mons was a veritable jungle. I fingered my labia, pulling them to one side, away from the cut, to better see how much hair was close to the cut. One hair snagged and I hissed in pain. I mumbled, "Damn it, I need to shave this first." I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard Mulder make a strangled sound in the back of his throat. He was standing in the doorway to the bedroom, holding a large bowl of chicken noodle soup, a package of Saltine crackers dangling from his fingers. We froze for several seconds as I panicked, wondering how long he'd been standing there. He dropped the crackers, suddenly turning to set the bowl down on my dresser with a clunk, the spoon clanging against the side of the bowl. I yelped and grabbed the comforter on the bed, dragging the opposite side of the spread over my legs. My face was red as a tomato. I was doubly embarrassed by the gush of wetness between my legs when I'd seen the look on his face. It was desire. I wasn't wrong this time. He'd been turned on. Oh God, Mulder had seen my fingering the folds between my legs, and he looked like he was going to faint. He was facing away from me now, gripping the dresser with white knuckles. But if that bulge in his jeans I glimpsed before he spun away from me was any indication, he was incredibly aroused. The thought of aroused Mulder made my heart beat accelerate and my mouth go dry. Maybe he hadn't just said that to make me feel better! And damn, so was I, aroused that is. I felt my hardened nipples cringe as I shifted, pulling my underwear up by feel, working beneath the covers. My blouse suddenly felt like a straight jacket. I squeaked, "Sorry, Mulder, Oh God, I can't seem to stop embarrassing myself tonight." His ragged baritone sent a shiver through me. "Don't be sorry. I shouldn't have ... stared. But I couldn't ... look away." I steeled myself to see his face. "I'm decent now, you can turn around." He swallowed so hard I heard it from across the room. "Not yet, just a second," he muttered. I took a deep breath. This was ridiculous. "It's O.K, I'm covered, Mulder. I ... I'm decent, I promise." He croaked out, "I'm not." Oh Jesus. He was referring to his erection. I wished I could see it. That thought broad-sided me and I felt a little weak all over. Before I realized I was even going to speak, I whispered, "Let me see." "Scully?" His voice cracked! "I thought we were equals, Mulder. You've had two free shows tonight. I'm so embarrassed, I wish the floor would open up and swallow me. I think you should join me. It's only fair," I joked. The breathy quality of my voice made it fall flat. What the hell was I doing? I saw him take a deep breath and straighten his shoulders. So slowly, I thought I would expire, he slowly turned his shoulders to me. When he had turned as far as he could, looking at me over his shoulder, his hips swiveled and followed his shoulders. He faced me, looking an interesting mix of embarrassment and excitement. His eyes closed and his hands balled into fists as they hung at his sides. I forced my eyes away from his face and let them drop quickly over his muscular chest and broad shoulders. My eyes locked on his groin. His erection bulged the entire front of his well worn jeans. I actually saw it twitch and move under my gaze. My mouth went dry as I realized his jeans were being distorted all the way up to his waistband. The soft denim outlined an impressive, thick bulge. I glanced at his face again and then let my eyes linger over his chest and the outline of his washboard abs through his snug tee shirt. I looked at his face, watching his Adam's Apple bob as he swallowed harshly. His plump lower lip was moist from his tongue nervously darting out to lick his lips. My voice was soft and surprisingly low. "Oh Christ, Mulder. I forget how beautiful and sexy you are sometimes." His eyes snapped open, an incredulous look on his face. I realized belatedly that I had never said anything even remotely like that to him. "Yeah, I notice. Damn me, but I notice." I said sheepishly and looked down at my lap. His voice was steady now, but still low. "Don't ever think ... arousing me isn't a concern, Scully. I happens all the time." He took a deep breath. "We need to talk about what happened in there. Christ, Scully! I'm a man, for God sakes! And you are a devastatingly beautiful woman, whether you like to acknowledge it or not. It's a fact. I'd have to be dead not to react to you, messed up circumstances or not. And feeling the way I do about you ..." I sat speechless once again, unable to believe what I was hearing. Devastatingly beautiful? I wasn't his type, was I? Feeling the way he did? What did that mean? "Mulder ..." I began. He interrupted. "Look, Scully. I know it's probably impossible, but I don't want you to be nervous around me. Just because you turn me on, doesn't mean that I don't respect you, or that I would ever do anything ... obnoxious." He paused. "I can be your friend and not be an asshole. I can do what needs to be done and ignore ..." He waved vaguely at his crotch. "I know, Mulder. You just proved that. Not that I doubted it. You've always been a gentleman with me." He barked a laugh and cut it off abruptly. "At least on the outside. Good thing you can't read my mind, or you'd shoot me again and you'd aim a lot lower." I smiled. "I never thought you saw me that way, " I said softly. "You always went for the tall, leggy brunettes with the huge boobs." He looked genuinely surprised. "How could you think that, Scully? That I don't notice you as a woman? I know you need respect at work, and you deserve it. But you ARE a woman, a really beautiful one, inside and out." I shrugged. He looked down at himself sheepishly, still erect but deflating. "I'm surprised you never noticed. I walk around in almost constant state of semi-arousal. God, we're human, Scully. We get aroused just like normal folks. Why do we beat ourselves up over that like it's some abnormal aberration?" We were calmer now, the arousal slipping away. We were actually talking and it felt good. I suddenly realized that half of the tension was because we never talked about it. "We do need to talk, Mulder, and not just about tonight. I mean, there were a couple of times ... I thought maybe ... you were attracted." I paused, licking my lips, and noticing his eyes lock on my mouth. "But I let it go, thinking that I was mistaken because you didn't seem to ... acknowledge it. I mean, I figured if you had been ... aroused, it was just a physical thing. I'm a doctor, I know men sometimes get erections for no apparent reason, or in response to some ... other stimuli like adrenaline." I paused again. He was still watching me intently. "I guess I thought if you were going to ignore it, then so was I." "Following my lead, Scully? Without questioning anything? That's not like you at all," he teased. I smiled, the last of my tension draining away as the familiar banter returned. But then he smiled back at me, that wide, toothy smile, full of affection that always did a funny thing to my internal organs. Softly, I said, "My soup cold yet?" He exclaimed, "Oh, sorry!" He turned to scoop it up along with the crackers which had survived their plunge to the carpet thanks to plastic packaging. He came to me quickly, but then sat slowly. He pulled one leg up on the bed, bent at the knee in front of him. Our hands touched as he handed me the bowl and we lowered it into my lap. I shivered and we froze, our fingers brushing together, cradling the bowl. I peered at him from under my lashes, afraid to meet his gaze head on. "What's happening to us, Mulder?" I asked quietly. "I think we're ... waking up, Scully," he said carefully. He removed his hands. I knew what he meant. We'd both been hibernating, emotionally, for years. But our bond was so strong now, that the chemistry between us, whatever it was, was harder and harder to ignore and we were starting to respond to it, despite our best efforts to hide from one another. It was there, this thing between us, this feeling and we'd been running from it for too long. It was bound to come to this eventually. I didn't know what to say, so I spooned up some soup without answering. He opened the crackers and held them up. I nodded. He pulled some out and crumpled them in the bowl, smiling shyly at me. Making me soup, such a simple thing, seemed to have made him happy. I hummed in appreciation as I ate, feeling warmth and strength return to my limbs. I felt better already. He left and returned with a glass of pink lemonade. I took it, asking, "Lemonade and chicken noodle soup? Oh boy." He smiled, "Breakfast of champions." I looked up and saw him watching me intently still. It could be a little unnerving. It was like I felt compelled to say something, anything, to break the pull of the spell he had on me when he stared at me like that. "Feel any better?" he asked gently. "Mmm, thank you, Mulder. You've been really sweet, and I've been freaking out. I was just so embarrassed. I should have eaten." "Yes, you should have. And you keep telling me you don't need a keeper." I swatted him playfully on the leg. "God Mulder, I don't remember ever being this embarrassed." "I know, it's all right." "Forgive me for being a raving lunatic?" "What are friends for, Scully?" I handed him the empty bowl and he set it on the nightstand next to the tissues. He sat down and leaned into me, putting his hands on either side of my thighs. I stiffened involuntarily and he drew back. I saw the hurt look on his face, that he was trying to hide. He said, "I knew you'd get nervous now ... pull away." There was no accusation in his tone this time, just a sad resignation and acceptance. "Like I always do?" I asked, struggling to keep the frustration and anger that was just below the surface under control. These emotions were toward myself, not him, but they always seemed to come out at him, sounding like an accusation. He looked at me gravely. "I'd never hurt you intentionally, Scully." I sighed. "I know that, Mulder." I made a conscious effort to relax all my muscles. I palmed his cheek and he froze again. He was doing that a lot lately, and I realized he lived his life half in fear of my reactions, all the time. It made me sad. He so wanted to please me, like a boy wanting approval from a parent. I realized that my acceptance and approval of him, warts and all was critical to him. It sustained him, as his friendship sustained me. "Sometimes it's not you, Mulder, it's just these reflexes I developed long ago." He hung his head. "But it ... upsets me that I haven't been able to be the one to ... help you get over those reflexes." He looked up at me again, without raising his head. He looked so sad and so ... resigned. He didn't think things would ever change between us. I realized that I had held that same belief for a long time. But now, quite suddenly, the way things were, just wasn't good enough. "Mulder," I said softly, palming his cheek. He raised his head a bit to meet my eyes. "However I react, I need for you to know that ... you mean the world to me, Mulder. You're the most important person in my life." He smiled through his effort not to let the tears come. It nearly broke my heart. "I can't imagine why," he replied. Then he asked, "Can I hug you, Scully?" "Hug me?" "Yeah, I just want to ... hold you for a minute." I nodded nervously, knowing that he was testing my statement a bit. I also knew if I pushed him away now, it might cause a rift that would take weeks to heal. I didn't want that, as much as the idea of having his arms around me was alarming. Not because I didn't trust him. Because I didn't trust myself. I nodded and opened my arms. He smiled that boyish smile and slid into me carefully, our hips brushing. He wrapped his strong arms around my back and pulled me gently into his chest. One hand rose up to cup the back of my head and he gently guided it to his chest. I could feel his hot breath on top of my head. I hugged him gently back. He hummed and squirmed a little, pulling me in tighter, still being very gentle. He was being so careful. We just sat this way for a little bit. I'm not sure when it started, but I suddenly became aware. His hands were stroking gently up and down my back. His mouth was nuzzling my hair near my ear, the moist, hot breath sending shivers down my neck and shoulders. What brought me to stark awareness of these things was that I was boneless in his arms, feeling warm and languid, and I shivered. His lips brushed my ear. I gasped and then moaned as I felt his soft lips brush around the shell of my ear. He wasn't being careful anymore! He breathed deeply, murmuring, "Oh God, Scully. I want to be close to you, so badly." "Close?" I squeaked, struggling to concentrate on what he was saying. "I want to be able to talk to you about everything. I want to be able to hold you like this whenever I want to." "What do you mean, whenever you want to?" "I want to be with you, Scully." "I'm ... not sure what you mean." "You know what I mean." I shivered again as his lips brushed my neck, not kissing, just barely touching. "I'm ... not sure ..." My hands had started to wander and I raised one hand up high enough to curl my fingers in the hair at the back of his neck. I scratched lightly and he moaned softly, his moan slid right into his words. "Awww, Scully, I want you." I gasped, jerking slightly but catching myself and not pulling away. I couldn't help the tension in my body. "Mulder..." "Shhh," he whispered. "Don't say anything. I just needed you to know. I'm tired of hiding what you do to me." "Do to you?" "You drive me crazy. But that doesn't mean I can't help you, be your friend and do all those other things you need." "Other things?" "I could help you with your other little problem." "Huh?" I could hear the smile in his voice. "Need a trim, Scully?" I flushed from head to toe and pulled out of his arms. "Mulder!" I wasn't sure whether to be flattered or insulted. I looked at his face. He wasn't smiling now. He was dead serious. "I don't think ..." "Do you trust me?" "Yes! But this isn't a matter of trust." "Sure it is. It's the ultimate trust." "It's private!" "I already saw your privates." I slugged him in the arm, flushing again and turning away. "Stop it, right now!" I was embarrassed by the shaky sound of my voice. He was instantly contrite. "I'm sorry, Scully. I don't mean to embarrass you. There really is nothing to be embarrassed about. You need help and it's something I can do." "I'm sure!" I spat out sarcastically. His fingers hooked my chin and turned me gently to face him. I blinked, breathing furiously, trying to get my embarrassment under control. Not to mention the fact that my chest could still feel the ghost heat of his body pressed against my breasts. The mental picture of Mulder between my legs, came unbidden and I gasped, feeling the sting of tears. God, this was awful, and getting worse by the second. He let me go and stood up. "I could do it, Scully, and be ... a gentleman about it. But you're right, it's too much to ask, too much trust to ask for." He picked up my dirty soup bowl and spoon and left the bedroom. "Damn it!" I said, under my breath, slapping the bed in frustration. Then I lost it, shouting, "Why is everything with us so God damned hard, Mulder! Can't anything in my life just be easy!? Just one thing!" I wailed this last bit and to my horror, I broke into tears. I was so tired and overwrought, embarrassed, aroused, frustrated. I was so many things, I couldn't sort them out. He appeared almost instantly, a look I couldn't interpret on his face. He came and gathered me into his arms. "I'm sorry, Scully. God, I never mean to hurt, or embarrass you, or make you angry. But it seems I'm a real expert at it. I don't know what's wrong with me. You give an inch and as I ask for a mile and then I'm surprised when you pull away!" He paused, grimacing, frowning. "Shit! What's the matter with me?!" He stood up. "I'm sorry too, Mulder. I don't know why I can't be an adult about this. There's just so much at stake." "Not for you." "What's that supposed to mean?" "There is absolutely nothing you could ever do or say that would make me walk away from you." "You just did," I stated blandly. "Just for a moment to gather myself. I'm talking about really walking away. No matter what, I'll be your friend, if you allow it. No matter what, I'll always be here for you. That won't change. The way I feel about you won't change regardless of what does or doesn't happen between us." I was stunned again, not knowing what to say. He continued. "And you're right, here I am fretting about asking for a hug, and the next minute I'm thinking it's possible that you'll let me between your legs with a pair of scissors! What the hell was I thinking?!" I assumed the question was rhetorical. He threw his hands up in the air. I smiled at his exasperation with himself. Even frustrated he was cute, and unbearably sexy. Shit, he was so sexy. He stood there shaking his head. "I don't want things to be hard between us, Scully. I want them to be easy. You have no idea how much I want that. And I can't seem to stop testing you, testing your boundaries. Not to see how much you can take or to scare you away. But to see how much you will allow. How much Mulder will you allow into your life?. How close will you let me get?" I licked my lips nervously. "You said you want to be close to me." "Yes." "How close." "As close as you'll let me be." I slapped the bed again. "That's not an answer, Mulder! It's cryptic and it drives me crazy! Damn it! I want and need our friendship, Mulder, every bit as much as you do." "I doubt it." "Stop it! What the hell gives you the right to tell me what I need or want?! Huh? I know what I need. I know what I want. And it's my choices! Don't presume to know what's best for me, Mulder!" Damn it, it was getting hard again. I was losing it, and I realized that I was always the one that made it that way. I deflated, my shoulders slumping, murmuring, "I know what I want and I know how much I need." "Do you?" he asked softly. "Then what do you want, Scully? Tell me what you need and I'll give it to you. But I am so tired of trying to figure it out." I looked up at him and realized that I didn't always know what I wanted. But I was loathe to let anyone know that, to show any sign of indecision or weakness. I heard my father's voice in my head, 'Make a choice, Starbuck, right or wrong. Nobody likes wishy-washy.' "Do you know what you want, Scully?" he asked again. "Sometimes. And then sometimes, I'm afraid of what I want." It was an admission of indecision and I looked away from him, not wanting to see the frustration at my inability to communicate with him. "Scully," he called, keeping his voice low and soft. I looked at him and was surprised to see a small smile on his face, "It's O.K. to be unsure, you know. That only makes you human." I pressed my lips together tightly, wondering what else I could say. "I don't ever want to risk what we have." "Neither do I. But honestly, Scully, if you let me in, I promise I'd never ... give up on us ... no matter what." We both fidgeted slightly, he leaning on the door jamb, me fussing with the covers. Out of the blue, he said, "God, Scully, your sheets!" "What about them?" I looked down at the area uncovered when I flipped the comforter over my legs." "They're ..." "Hideous?" I offered. "They're so ... PINK!" I laughed and tossed a fluffy pink pillow at him. He caught it effortlessly and buried his nose in it, inhaling deeply, making my throat feel tight. He whispered, "It smells like you. You always smell so good. I love Via Preve." He paused. "But you knew that, didn't you?" I nodded, looking at my lap. The silence was thick again. God, he knew I wore it for him. I'd wondered if he'd even noticed. In fact, I'd been upset that he hadn't noticed or hadn't said anything. But now I was embarrassed. That admission alone meant more than it would seem on the surface. He asked softly, "Do you wear it for me, Scully? I nodded again, still not looking up. I heard him mutter, "Whew." There was silence for another moment and then he said, "If you really want the answer, I'll give it to you. But do you really want the answer, Scully? Be sure." "Answer?" "You asked me how close I wanted to be." Did I want to know? What would hearing his answer do to me? I didn't know what he would say, but he obviously wanted something I wasn't giving him. It was so hard for me. I was fighting against a lifetime of self preservation instincts. "How close?" I finally asked. 'Make a choice, Starbuck, right or wrong. Nobody likes wishy-washy.' He looked at me for the longest five seconds of my life. When he spoke, his voice was clear and calm. "I want to be as close as two people can get Scully. I want to be so close that we can't tell where one of us stops and the other one begins." I shivered involuntarily, my eyes frozen in a lock with his. "But I meant what I said, Scully. I wasn't trying to be obtuse. I'll take whatever you'll give me." He paused. Through clenched, nervous teeth he confessed, "I'm in love with you, Scully." I gasped. His eyes watered up but the tears didn't fall. He breathed heavily through his nose. "I have been for a long time. So ... whatever makes you happy, makes me happy. And if you have given me all that you can, that's all right. It really is all right. I like what we have. I more than like it, I treasure it." We were silent a few moments and then he said, "But I don't think that getting closer will ruin anything we have, Scully. I really believe it would only get better. In my heart, I know it would only get better. If you let me in, Scully ... I'll give you everything I have to give. I'll trust you with all of it, all of ME." The tears in my own eyes finally escaped and scudded down my cheeks. He nodded. "You know that." It was a statement. "I think you've always known that. I think you've known I would give you everything if you asked for it. I think you've known that I was in love with you. You just didn't want to admit it. Because then you'd have to take a good long, hard look at what you feel for me. And that's the hard part, isn't it?" I nodded, trying really hard not to look away, not to hide. He walked to me slowly, clearly trying not to scare me. He sat on the bed, careful not to touch me. "I can live with what we have, Scully. I've been doing that for a long time anyway. And I can wait for you. When it comes to you, I'm a very patient man. I know you're worth waiting for." "Mulder ..." "I'll wait forever if I have to." He shrugged, clearly amused at himself in a sad sort of way. "There will never be anyone else for me, Scully. So ... whatever you want, whenever you want it, IF you ever want it ... just tell me, just ask for it. If it's mine to give, it's yours." I couldn't suppress the little sob that rose up in my throat. I reached up and gestured that he should come to me. He slid into my arms and cradled me against him so gently, that it just made me cry harder. He held me while I cried. I realized that there was no judgment coming from him. He thought no less of me because I was breaking down in his arms. Good lord, Mulder was in love with me. He has dropped the emotional bomb of the century! I didn't think he had it in him to be that honest, emotionally. His unselfconscious confessions touched something deep inside me and I felt some restraint I didn't know was there, break loose. I felt so exposed, so raw, and I realized with sudden clarity, so SAFE. I got myself under control and pulled back enough to look at him. "Mulder ..." "You don't need to say anything, Scully. Take some time to think. It's late, you're tired, and we need to bandage you. How about you put some cream and a bandage on. Get some sleep and you can take care of your grooming tomorrow." I chuckled. Grooming! Good lord, like I was a dog. Then again, with the bush I was sporting ... God, I was embarrassed about that too, but it didn't seem to phase him at all. He smiled gently at me and reached to the nightstand and pulled one of the large square bandages out of the package. They were like a giant band aide with self stick adhesive around the edges. He handed me the tube of ointment and said, "I'll give you some privacy." He kissed me chastely on the forehead and got up and left the room. I sighed, wondering what the hell I was going to do now. And wondering what it would be like to really kiss Mulder. All I had to do was ask! My heart beat crazily for a few moments and then settled down. I flung off the covers and got to work. PART 3 (NC-17) LATER THAT MORNING SATURDAY, 10:00 AM I had gone to her once more when she was done putting on her bandage and told her I was going to crash on the couch. I left her alone for the rest of the night. I had lain awake for another two hours replaying everything that had happened. At some point, I finally drifted off, wondering at the odd sense of relief that I was feeling since my confession. I should have been in knots. I had no idea what the fall out would be. But she hadn't yelled or been angry. She'd looked overwhelmed and had cried, asking me to hold her by her simple gesture of holding out her arms in invitation. I'd felt an odd squeezing sensation in my chest knowing she was letting herself be vulnerable to me. Maybe it would be all right. We'd crossed a bridge tonight and there was no going back, for better or worse. I opened my heart to her. She hadn't opened hers but she hadn't run from me or retreated into her shell, either. And that was progress. XXXXXXXXXX I woke up feeling her eyes on me. I didn't open my eyes and feigned sleep. If she wanted to look without feeling that I knew, I would let her. How many times had I done the same thing? God, she'd said I was sexy last night. I'd almost forgotten that. And her blush and admission that she'd noticed my body had been adorable. I suddenly wished that I worked out more. I wasn't exactly Mr. Nautilus. I felt her weight on the edge of the couch next to my hip. I'd stripped to my boxers last night. The afghan I'd pulled off the back of her couch was bunched around my waist. I flinched at the unexpected feel of her hand on my chest. She went still and I concentrated on breathing slowly and deeply, feigning sleep. Her hand moved over my chest slowly, barely touching. Her feather like touch sent alarming heat rushing into my groin. My mild morning erection was very quickly at full mast. She had to notice! I could no longer fake it as her palm slid gently to my abdomen and over my navel, her nails lightly scratching the hair there. My stomach muscles rolled under her fingers and I moaned out loud, opening my eyes. Her hand stopped but didn't pull away. I looked at her, watching her flush pink. She lowered her head and murmured, "Morning." "Morning, yourself," I replied softly. She looked up, her eyes wide and said, "You weren't kidding, were you? You weren't just trying to make me feel better." I scrunched my brow. "Is that what you thought? I'm not sure what you're referring to, but it doesn't matter. I meant everything I said last night, after we left the bathroom, that is!" She looked at her hand and I whispered, "Please touch me, Scully." Her eyes locked with mine. "Don't stop what you were doing. It felt so good." I bit my bottom lip, praying I wasn't going overboard. Her hand slid to my far hip, pushing the afghan away. Her arm brushed my erection and I hissed through my teeth, grimacing as I suppressed the urge to buck my hips. "I really do turn you on." It was a statement filled with wonder. I barked out a laugh and quickly swallowed it. How could anyone so beautiful be so clueless? "I thought we established that last night," I replied. Her thumb began making tiny circles on my hip bone. It caused a cascade of tingles to run into my groin and stiffen me even further. She stopped, her eyes sliding from my face as she felt my engorged flesh move against her arm. My boxer briefs were all that separated my arousal from the flesh of her arm. So slowly, I was annoying myself, my hand reached down and gently grasped her wrist. Her eyes flickered to my face and back down to my groin. It was like I couldn't stop myself. I watched my hand gently lift her by the wrist and move her palm slowly across my hip. She gasped softly but didn't resist as I slid her palm over the top of my thigh and set it down gently on my throbbing erection. I let go of her hand and held my breath. She was still for a few moments then pressed gently, sliding the flat of her palm from my balls up to the tip. My penis jerked under her hand and I began to breath heavily. She whimpered softly, her lips parting slightly. Her fingers wrapped around me, my underwear suddenly no barrier. I bucked into her hand, groaning, "Ssccuullyy, Oh God!" as my head was thrown back. I looked at her again. Her eyes locked with mine. Without a word, her hands reached over and grasped my boxers at the elastic and gently pulled them down. In slow motion, I raised my hips just enough to allow her to remove them down over my legs and off the ends of my feet. I whispered, "Scully?" as she stared at me. My cock bobbed gently against my stomach with the pulse of my blood, leaking precum from the tip. "I wanted to see you, uncovered," she whispered. "You're beautiful, Mulder." The blood rushed into my ears as she lowered her head, grasping me gently but firmly. Her hot little hand stroked me a couple of times and sweat broke out on my forehead. She lowered her head and slipped her full, pouty lips over my swollen head, swirling her tongue and sucking gently.. I groaned from the depths of my soul, hearing my ragged breaths like an echo as I gripped the cushion in a death grip with both hands. I wanted to touch her but was afraid she would stop if I did. Whatever spell was allowing this to happen, I didn't want to break it, so I hung on and sunk into a vortex of gripping pleasure as her hot mouth took me all the way in and I slipped down her throat. I shouted in surprise, "Ohhhh, God! Scully!" She sucked on me slowly but harshly as she bobbed up and down, her cheeks hollowing with the effort, one hand fondling my aching sacs. I moaned constantly, feeling my seed coil and rise up out of my balls. I needed to warn her. I stuttered, gasping, "Scu...Scully ... uhhg .. gonna ... cuuu.... gonna come!" She merely hummed, taking me down her throat again, her hands sliding up my hips and down under me to grasp my ass. She held me pressed into her throat, her lips buried in my pubic hair. She looked up at me and our eyes locked. Her eyes closed slowly as she groaned low and deep. I bucked gently, gritting my teeth to keep from thrusting hard. The vibrations from her groan shimmered down my shaft, washing it in sensations. My sacs spasmed hard and I began to ejaculate harder than I ever remembered. I shouted, "Oh Jesus, so good, Scully! Awww, damn! Awww, I love you!" My shaft jerked in her throat with the force of my spurting seed. I felt her breath rush out of her nostrils as she swallowed, feathering the wiry hair over my pubic bone. My shaft burned as it emptied itself. She pulled back slightly as I bucked again, but she didn't gag and she swallowed every drop. My hips finally retreated into the couch cushion and I forced my clenched ass muscles to relax. I sighed deeply, still grasping for breath as she sucked gently on my deflating penis, her tongue swirling and cleaning me gently. She finally slid off me. I lifted my head and looked at her just in time to see her lick her lips. My eyes rolled back in my head and I grunted softly. She giggled, her expression a mix of shyness and pride. I chuckled and met her gaze as she watched me. Her face softened with contentment. I held out my arms and she climbed gingerly onto my chest, her legs dangling between mine. I captured her head in my hands and kissed her softly, languidly. She responded in kind and I felt her nipples harden against my chest through her tee shirt. At some point she had changed from her blouse to this tee shirt, not that I thought she would sleep in her blouse. And she wasn't wearing her bra. I sighed and said, "God, Scully, that was the most amazing ... thing that's ever happened to me. She smiled, still silent. "You're really, really good at that." I blew air out of pursed lips, feeling like that was a really stupid thing to say. But her look told me it wasn't. It pleased her. "What brought that on? Not that I'm complaining." She shrugged, smiling. "I don't know exactly. I had to see you, touch you. I had to see if you ... reacted to my touch." "I'm glad you decided to do some research." She giggled. "That was a little one- sided though," I said. "I'm too sore but I wanted ... to touch you. God Mulder, you are so unbelievably sexy when you come." For the first time since I was a teenager, I blushed to the roots of my hair, the sound of her soft, throaty chuckle in my ears. I peered up at her, and my smile faded. I blurted out, "I love you so much, Scully. This is so unreal to me." She pressed her lips together, blinking rapidly. "You sure there is nothing I can do for you?" I offered. She shook her head as though exasperated. "It isn't a tit for tat situation, Mulder." "I know, but I want to touch you. I want to make you feel as good as I do," I said sincerely. "I want to look at your gorgeous body." She grew slightly pink and gingerly stood up, sliding off of me. I missed her heat immediately. Without warning, she ripped her tee shirt over her head, tousling her hair. I sat up slowly, my eyes locked on her perfect breasts. They were full and creamy white, her nipples a dark pink, and hardened into stiff, little nubs. They roe high on her chest like a girl's, but the weight of them made her flesh cup at the bottom, showing her to be all woman. Her tiny waist and narrow hips framed a flat, well- toned stomach, her navel moving gently with her deep breaths. "You're so beautiful," I whispered. She reached down and slid her underwear off her hips. They pooled around her dainty feet and she stepped out of them. I gazed at her, sliding my eyes up and down. "You take my breath away, Scully." She looked surprised and ... relieved? Could she still have had any doubts? "How is your cut?" I asked. She walked to me. "Sore, but O.K. I washed it off this morning and removed the bandage earlier to let a little air get at it. It scabbed up over night. I nodded and grasped her hips gently, pulling her to me and placing an openmouthed kiss on her stomach, my tongue teasing her navel. I delighted in her gasp of surprise and arousal. She said, "Don't get me all worked up. I can't finish this." "Then you shouldn't have taken your clothes off." She chuckled. "You wanted to see. Since you'd bared yourself so beautifully, I figured it was only fair. "This isn't a tit for tat situation, Scully," I repeated her own words back to her. She smiled. "I want to make you come, Scully. I want to make you wild for me, like I just was for you." Her breath shuddered out of her and she breathed it back in deeply, her fingers flexing where her hands rested on my shoulders. "I want that too, but I can't yet." "I'll bet I could find a way." I gazed up at her, giving her my most innocent look and she laughed out loud. "Mulder, you are lethal, I swear." I looked down at her mons which was conveniently located in front of my mouth. My fingers rose up and I ran them through her wild bush. I felt her tremble. "Can I give you a trim, Scully? Please." "I don't need ..." She stopped herself abruptly cutting off her own automatic response. She said, "I can do it, I'm pretty embarrassed about it. I've never let it get this bad before." I smiled, wondering vaguely that we were both naked and didn't seem terribly uncomfortable. What a change from last night! It was slightly surreal that we were talking about her pubic hair as thought it were a normal topic of conversation. "You used to shave it?" I asked, astonished. I liked it trimmed enough that I could see what was there, but I'd never been attracted to a total shave. It made me think of a little girl and made me cringe. "Not completely, no, but I used to keep it trimmed pretty low on top. I would shave ... from my ... uh ... lips back." I swallowed. "Let me do it, Scully," I nearly begged. "Mulder, I'm not sure I'm ready ..." "To have my hands between your legs?" I finished for her. "Been there, done that," I quipped. She smacked my shoulder and took a step back. I prevented her retreat by grasping her rear end and holding her in place. "Mulder ..." "Please, Scully," I whispered my plea. Why was it so bloody important to me, I don't know. Maybe because it was such an intimate thing to allow. And it would tell me how deep her trust in me really was. She looked at me silently for several, long moments. Then she said slowly, "All right, Mulder. But I reserve the right to back out at any time." I beamed her my biggest smile, watching her swallow hard. I stood up and took her by the hand. I led her into the bedroom and both of us, still nude, backed her onto the bed. She sat gingerly. I remembered her cut and the reason for the necessity of this trim in the first place. "What do you use, Scully?" She cleared her throat nervously. "Hair cutting sheers and a beard trimmer." I waited. She said, under the sink in the bathroom. I fled to retrieve them, anxious to get started. This was unbelievable. How had things gotten this far, this fast? I was afraid I might wake up soon. My fingers itched to wrap around her full breast but I pushed the thought aside. First things, first. I needed to make her relax around me, relax into this intimacy. My mind raced, trying to come up with a way to satisfy her without hurting her, should the opportunity arise. If I thought of a way, would she let me do it? Would she let me try. Scully was so neat and organized, I found the items easily and returned to the bedroom. I stood, just gazing at her until she flushed and turned her face away. She was such a paradox. She'd just given me the blow job of a lifetime and now she was blushing because I was staring at her body! But I realized that fellatio gave her the power, the control. And that was what she was so loathe to relinquish. If she let me have control, it would be a major turning in her life. I approached her, eager to soothe her nervousness and prove that I was worthy of that depth of trust. I wanted this so badly with her. I palmed her face, after setting the scissors and trimmer on the bed. I knelt down and pulled her into a gentle kiss. I murmured, "Relax. I won't hurt you. I promise." "I know. That's not it." "You're so gorgeous, Scully. Lord, I've never had a woman turn me on like you do. But I want more than that with you. You have to know that. This isn't about sex for me. This is about being close to you, being intimate with you, mentally and physically. It's precisely because of what you do to my mind that causes me to be so wildly attracted to you. Well, you're perfect body doesn't hurt." She colored again, not quite blushing. "I'm glad you think so. You're not so bad yourself. Total eye candy, if you must know," she teased. I barked out an incredulous laugh, and eased her back on the bed. I grabbed her pink pillow and slid it under her hips. She had her knees pressed together. I grabbed her other pillow and put it on the floor to kneel on. "The old body can't take the abused like it used to." I joked. She giggled, her tension seeming to float away. I gently spread her knees and lifted from underneath, raising them up and placing her feet on the bed. She trembled slightly and I decided to ignore it. I slowly spread her legs as my hands slipped down the inside of her thighs. My groin stirred despite it's recent activity. I took a deep breath to steady myself. I was almost glad I was older and not so quick to reload. It would make this easier. I took a deep breath to steady myself. It didn't work, because I inhaled a snootful of her heady aroma. And it wasn't perfume I smelled this time. It was arousal. I bit down on the moan that wanted to escape my throat. I concentrated on my task, looking over the terrain, deciding where to start. I picked up the scissors first, deciding to start with the easy part. I grabbed some tissues from her nightstand and laid them down next to her. I lifted the small scissors and laid my hand gently on her pubic bone. She shivered slight. I gently asked, "O.K.? You ready?" "Yeah," she puffed out, quick and breathy. I steadied my hand and began my task, starting at the top of her mons and lifting tufts of her pubic hair and gently snipping them off, placing them carefully on the tissue. With every snip, we both relaxed. I was thrilled! Scully was letting me do this. God, she really trusted me. I couldn't blow it by doing something stupid. I decided that I had to ignore the pulse starting up in my groin. When I was finished snipping her muff. I picked up the beard trimmer. It came to life with a gentle hum. I carefully and slowly went over her mons, making the whole thing short and even. Then I gently shaved her bikini line down to the skin. As my fingers brushed the stray hairs away, they brushed something spongy, hard and slick with wetness. We both gasped. I had brushed over her clitoris. I looked at her carefully. She didn't show any signs of stopping me. But she was flushed and breathing quickly. I looked at it and gently gasped the tuff of hair directly above it with my thumb and forefinger and shaved it off to the skin in one decisive swipe. She gasped and my mouth fell open. Her clitoris was large, red and swollen with blood. It glistened with wetness and now it was completely exposed to the world, no protective covering to hide behind. It was so engorged that the hood had pulled back, and her nerve bundle stuck out in maddening invitation. My mouth watered, wanting to taste her. I glanced at her and she was staring at me with that deer in the headlight look. I clamped down on my desire and spread her legs gently as wide as she could manage. I continued my task as if nothing was out of the ordinary. My fingers slid into her crease and I gently and carefully shaved around her cut. I took my time, being sure not to pull on the skin there. The scab was thin and healthy. It would probably be completely healed by tomorrow or the day after. She sighed heavily. I wasn't sure if it was a sigh of relief or of disappointment. As I fingered her outer lips gently, flattening the skin, she gasped. Having finished the dangerous part near her cut, I shaved her bald from the clitoris down. I took my time, having entirely too much fun doing this. I smiled inwardly as her hips squirmed slightly. "Tilt up," I whispered, afraid to speak too loudly for some reason. It was like being in a church, that feeling of not wanting to disturb the sacred atmosphere. I was worshipping her in a way. This easily could become my holy place. She didn't question, but did as asked. She tilted her hips up, exposing the area behind her vagina. I peered at the delicate hairs there, framing the area. I slid a hand under one cheek and gently pulled her cheek to the side. She gasped as did this. Before she could question, I gently swiped the trimmer over her paper like skin and gently over her anus, removing all the tiny hairs. Her guttural moan surprised me and I nearly jerked my hand. I gripped the trimmer hard, steadying my hand and swiped the tickling trimmer blades over her rear entrance again, rising up onto each side of her butt cheeks. The sound of my name on her lips as she flexed her hips and groaned was the sweetest music I'd ever heard. "Aaawwww, God, Muullddeerr." "Hmmm?" I asked innocently, letting the vibrating trimmer trail over her inner thighs, careful to keep the tiny blades away from her delicate skin. She whimpered. I moved slowly back down, watching her pant. Her chest was flushed, her nipples puckered. I looked at her nether lips and they were swollen and damp. I took a chance and asked, "Scully, do you have a vibrator?" Her eyes snapped up to meet mine. She looked about to panic, torn between arousal and fear of her own need. Her chin trembled and I said softly, "Let me do this for you. Please, Scully. You know I'll stop if you want me to." She pointed at the dresser, nodding sharply. I released a breath I was holding. "Top drawer?" I asked. "Uh, uh." "Bottom drawer?" She nodded. I turned off the trimmer, putting it and the scissors quickly on the nightstand and discarding the hair, tissue and all. I hurried to the dresser and yanked the bottom drawer open. I mumbled, "Ah, shit, Scully," as I encountered mounds of silk and lace lingerie. I dug to the bottom, checking at the side. It wasn't there so I tried the other side and found it. I was surprised at it's size. It was easily two inches around and six inches long. The end tapered and narrowed curving into a finger for the G-Spot. Jesus. I wondered how often she used it. I took a moment to be glad that I was at least an inch longer and just as wide. My cock twitched, beginning to harden again. I hurried back to her after slamming the drawer a little too hard and wincing. She said nothing, waiting silent, her legs still spread in invitation. I was hit with a small wave of dizziness as I surveyed her neatly trimmed mons and bald crotch. God, she was perfect. The magnitude of the situation hit me and I paused, dragging in a shuddering breath. I stepped between her legs, leaned over and captured her lips under mine. I kissed her fiercely, trembling with anticipation. I finally broke the kiss and stared into her heavy lidded yes, her swollen lips glistening with our combine saliva. "I won't hurt you," I whispered. "I trust you," she whispered back and I felt weak all over with gratitude. I set the vibrator down. She looked at me questioningly. Holding myself on my elbows, my feet still on the floor, I lowered my head and began kissing her neck. I sucked on her pulse and she moaned around my name. I would get addicted to that sound very shortly! I moved down to feather my lips over her collarbone, tasting her light sheen of salty sweat. I slid down and cupped her breast gently, squeezing slightly. She tossed her head, pressed into my hand and she arched off the bed. No sense in keeping her waiting, that was all the green light I needed. I lapped at her hardened nipple and then suckled her gently, delighting in the mewling kitten like sounds that emerged from the back of her throat. I latched on, tugging gently with my teeth and she groaned, "Oh God, Mulder, feels sooo good." I didn't want the other one to be jealous so I pinched with my fingers gently around her recently suckled nipple and slid over to suckle her other breast. She was squirming and pushing into my mouth. Her hands landed in my hair, holding me to her breast. After another minute, it was time to move on. I lapped at her navel and hipbones and kissed the insides of her thighs, sighing at the softness I found there. Finally, I picked up the vibrator and clicked it on to its slowest speed. The lowest vibration was slightly stronger than the trimmer. I touched her mouth gently with the tip and she gasped, bewildered but not stopping me. I slid it over her lips, her mouth flexing open and closed, unsure of what I was doing. God, I didn't even know. Her tongue darted out to swirl around the tip and she might as well have had her tongue on my dick. I jerked sharply between my legs. I moved the ivory plastic down her neck and teased her pulse. I teased her everywhere; her wrists, the inside of her elbows, her breasts, her waistline. I let it idle in her navel until she was flexing her hips in a circle. Her fists were balled up in the bed clothes. Her skin gleamed against the bright pink sheets. I moved the tip slowly down and moved back and forth over her newly trimmed pubic hair, sliding into her slick seam to tease, quickly returning to her hair or her inner thighs. I avoided the place she most wanted me to be. She was moaning, gasping and muttering my name. My cock was so hard again, I thought I might explode. I held her thigh with one hand to keep the side with the cut still. "Awww, Mulder, oh God, feels so good. Mulder, oh Mulder." I ran the vibrator down her labia, teasing, poking inside her entrance, and retreating. I leaned down to suckle her clit gently and she shouted, tossing her head from side to side. The tangy taste of her juices flooded my mouth. I groaned and retreated, afraid of jostling her newly scabbed cut as she was squirming too much now. But the best part was when I slid to the skin between her entrance and her anus and pressed firmly into her. I turned the vibrator up a notch. I held it still, letting the vibrations wash through her, knowing they would stimulate her rectum and her core walls. She wailed, and her next words nearly sent me over the edge. "Oh Jesus, Mulder! Make me come! I can't take it anymore. Please make me come!" I poked her entrance, wetting the tip again, sliding it in about an inch. In and out, in and out, in and out, rapidly. "Pplleeaassee!" she wailed. I moved it up and pressed firmly, circling her engorged bundle of nerves that was dark red and inflamed. She screamed, and her whole body broke apart, quaking against the sheets. Her leg vibrated under my hand, her back arching off the bed. Her nipples puckered up hard, the skin pulled taut with goose bumps. Her head tossed and her hands slapped the bed. I removed the vibrator, tossing it aside. I grabbed my cock tightly and stroked myself almost brutally. She heard me moan and her eyes snapped open, as her orgasm died out. I looked down at her swollen bud and leaned in, stroking the head of my cock over her clitoris, stabbing at it, feeling her wetness against the stretched sensitive skin of my glans. A worbling whimper erupted from her mouth. I gasped in astonishment as she stuttered, "Oh, fuck .. I'm cu...cu... coming again! I stroked myself furiously, the bobbing end of my cock slapping her clitoris as I held tightly to her thigh with my free hand. "Yes, Scully, awww, you're coming for me again." I saw her face grimace in an expression of ecstasy as she pushed her hips up to meet my slapping cock. I wailed a wordless sound, howling as I began to come, spurting cum into her pubic hair, her navel and splashing as high as the bottom of her taut, full breast. I slid back and forth over her clit as I emptied my balls. I groaned and slid to my knees on the floor. Her voice held wonder as she said, "My God, Mulder, I've never come twice." I began to laugh with the pure joy of the situation, suddenly giddy and nearly euphoric. She giggled, watching me laugh, as I stumbled to my feet, grabbing tissues and wiping myself. Then I carefully cleaned her up, as she sighed in contentment. "You never went near my cut," she muttered. I smiled in acknowledgement and kissed her softly. "There's more than one way to skin a cat," I said. "I told you I wouldn't hurt you." I laid down on the bed on my side and put my hand on her soft belly. Her wide baby blues turned to me and she said, "I'm almost afraid of what will happen when you actually get o be inside me." I sucked in a noisy breath. "I can't wait. Does that mean I get to make love to you soon?" I asked, a bit too eager. "You just did," she said. I smiled. "I know, but I want ..." "I know, me too. I'll be healed in a day or two." We kissed again. "God, Scully, I can't believe this. I'm so ... happy." I sounded surprised. She smiled a big smile. "Me too. I was so afraid to let ..." "Me touch you?" She shook her head. "No, I knew you wouldn't hurt me." "Then what?" She whispered, "I was afraid to let myself ... love you." I gasped, holding still, staring into her eyes. She seemed to realize all of a sudden, her eyebrow rising that she'd never returned my declaration. She licked her lips, "Yes, Mulder, I'm in love with you, too." I pulled her to me in a fierce hug. She squeezed back and then we pulled apart to look at each other. A tear slipped down my face. She stretched up and licked it off my cheek. "I love you, Scully." "I love you too, Mulder." "You're like a miracle to me. My very own miracle." She smiled softly. "And you are mine," she said softly. XXXXXXXXXX I cleaned her with a washcloth and put cream on her cut and bandaged her. We ate and lounged in front of the TV. That night we fell into a contented sleep. I spooned around her tiny body, holding her close to my chest. I'd never get enough of holding. I snuggled closer, burying my nose in her hair. I wanted to make love to her. I wanted to be inside her so badly, I could have screamed. But I would wait until she was completely healed. I wouldn't risk hurting her and I didn't want her to have to hold back. I would wait. She was worth waiting for. XXXXXXXXXXXXX PART 4 (NC-17) TWO DAYS LATER THE BISTRO GEORGETOWN, VA 6:30 PM Two days later, I took her out to dinner at The Bistro. We ate and laughed. A jazz player sat at a grand piano in the far corner. He played a couple of slow, easy songs at my request and I held Scully tight to my body as we swayed around the tiny dance floor. I tipped the man generously, and we ordered french fries to go and ate them in the car on the way home, feeding each other, and teasing with mock growls, and licking of fingers. I was so in love it was ridiculous. We stopped at a red light and a green Volkswagon Jetta pulled up beside us. Scully looked over and said, "I've always wanted one of those." "A Jetta?" "Yeah." "How come?" "Because the seat adjust up and down as well as back and forth. Great for short people." I chuckled, "Ah, Scully ..." "One crack about me reaching the pedals and you wont' be getting any for months." My mirth died as the light turned green and I said, "So if I keep my mouth shut, what are the chances of me getting lucky tonight?" She had announced that morning that she was healed. She grinned. "Hmm, I saay ... about 100%." My heart sped up and began knocking against my rib cage, "Oh yeah?" I asked, my voice husky. Her eyes lit with mischief. "Yes, and because you've been such a good boy and so patient with me, I'm going to let you lead." "Lead, huh?" I asked stupidly, my groin tightening as I struggled to concentrate on the road. "Yes, any time, anywhere, any way. Tonight, it's your pick, Mulder." She paused. "I want you to make love to me. I'm going nuts." "God help me," I muttered. She giggled. "Any time?" I asked, teasingly. "Yup." "Anywhere?" "Yup." "Any way?" "Yup." "You sure about that, Agent Scully?" "Yup." I veered suddenly to the right as we circled the park in Georgetown and headed back to the highway. "Where are we going, Mulder?" "Anywhere," I replied, cryptically. "Uh, oh." "When will we get there?" "Any time." "Mulder ..." "Scully ..." "Am I in trouble?" I laughed. "Oh, lady, you are in sooo much trouble." XXXXXXXXXX I wondered what the hell I'd gotten myself into with my teasing comments. I wondered where he was taking me. I shivered with nervous anticipation. I was going to have Mulder inside me. Oh God. He took the exit for Falls Church and drove through town. On the outskirts, he pulled into a side road and then turned onto a dirt road that led to a clearing and a lake. He stopped about 50 yards away from the water and exited the car. "What is this place?" I asked, as I climbed out. "A friend owns it, this whole stretch of land, about ten acres." "He won't mind us being here unannounced." "No, she's in Florida." "She?" He smiled as he came around and took my hand. The little black dinner dress I'd worn suddenly felt like nothing. I hadn't worn underwear in anticipation of this night. We'd been kissing up a storm for the last two days and I was crazy with anticipation. He smiled down at me and then shed his jacket and tossed it in the back seat. H wen ttot he trunk and pulled out a large wool blanket. "Prepared, were we?" I asked arching a brown. He smirked. "I always carry a blanket. Never know when you might break down in the middle of nowhere and have to sleep in the car." He took my hand and led me down an embankment to a sandy beach. He went slow as I walked carefully in my high heels, waiting to break my neck at any moment. I walked on my toes as he went out onto the sand and spread out the large blanket. "Who is SHE, Mulder?" He grinned again, obviously amused at my hint of jealousy. "Mrs. Kimpa Halloway." "Mrs.?" "Yes, she was a friend of my mother's. The Halloways have been friends with my folks for twenty years. I still send them a Christmas card every year. They've told me I could come here any time. There's a cabin on the other side of the lake." "Oh, I'm sorry, Mulder." "Don't' be, it's all right." "I was being a jerk." "No, you were jealous and it was cute." "Cute?" "Yes, now come here." I stepped toward him. He put his hands on my shoulders, his thumbs rubbing against the wide sleeveless straps that went over my shoulders. He asked again, "Any way?" I nodded, feeling my heart beat crazily. "What do you want, Mulder? What have you dreamed about?" "Would you ... undress me?" he asked tentatively. I grinned wide, relieved at the simple request. I was afraid he'd want to hang from a tree or something! I reached for his shirt, attacking the button. I kissed his chest, his arms, his stomach as they were revealed, delighting in his gasps and soft moans. I unbuckled his belt, and unzipped his slacks, sliding them down slowly with this boxers, kissing his thighs. I grasped him in my hand, loving the pulsing heavy weight of him. Oh, that was going to feel so good. He was even bigger than my vibrator, and it stretched me. I'd always love that feeling. I leaned in to take him into my mouth but he stopped me. "Not tonight, Scully. Tonight is about pleasure, experienced together." I shivered and gushed wetness between my thighs. He toed off his shoes and socks and slid his pants the rest of the way down and off his feet, kicking them aside. He stood up tall. Dusk was gone and moon was low on the horizon. It cast his nude body with a soft silver aura and I caught my breath as I stared at him, kneeling on the blanket. No statue had ever been more perfect. His cock was hot and heavy, pulsing as it stuck out straight from his pubic hair, the weight of it holding it down. He was gorgeous and I had to tell him so. "Mulder, you are so gorgeous. Good Lord, it's not fair one man should get so many good attributes." He chuckled self-consciously. "Which attribute do you like the best?" I grinned, glancing at his crotch, but I said, "Your eyes." He tilted his head, his motion asking 'why'? "Because I can see everything when I look into your eyes. I can see your passion, how much you ... love me." "Oh, Scully ..." "They change colors, you know? Hazel when you're concentrating. Dark green when you're angry. And they turn this shade of light green with gold specks flashing in them when your aroused." "Am I flashing now?" he asked, only half joking. "Too dark to tell. You're too far away." He knelt down in front of me, bringing his nose to mine. I stared at him. I reached down and grasped him, stroking firmly. He gasped. "They're flashing all right, although they're almost black now." "Black?" "Your pupils are dilated." "Oh yeah? I'll bet they are. Now, I'm going to dilate yours." Without warning, he grabbed me up, crushed me to him, and his mouth descended on mine. His kisses were hungry and passionate and impatient. I loved it. Being still clothed against his nude body was incredibly erotic. I rubbed my chest on his, feeling my nipples spring to attention. His hands cupped my ass and yanked me against his engorged cock. He stopped suddenly and pulled me up straight on my knees. He grabbed the hem of my dress and pulled it up over my head. I raised my arms to help. As he tossed it aside on top of his own pile of clothes, my breasts were released from the built in bra in the dress and swung unencumbered. He gasped as he watched my nipples pucker hard as they were hit with the cool air. "No underwear at all, Scully?" he whispered. I smiled what I hoped was a seductive smile and shook my head. "You're trying to kill me," he mumbled and pushed me back toward the blanket. I reached for my pumps and he said, "No, leave the fuck me shoes on." I shivered at the look of unrestrained lust on his face. "I want to make love to you slowly, Scully, but I've waited so long, I don't know if I can. I'm torn between wanting to make this last and just wanting to fuck you until you scream." I moaned softly and said, "We'll do slow later. We have plenty of time." "You sure?" "Positive, you've been so patient. You deserve to go wild, Mulder. I want you to go wild." "You're worth waiting for, Scully, I told you that and I meant it. But I want this to be good for you." "It will be," I said, as I stroked his flesh, pulling him down into the cradle of my thighs by his cock. "I know you meant it, Mulder, but the wait's over now." I paused. "Fuck me until my teeth rattle." He choked and then laughed out loud. I bit my cheek to keep my straight face. As his laughter faded, he said, "Yes, Ma'am!" He reached down to brush my folds and moaned softly as he found my slick seam. "Christ, you're soaked." "I know, I've been like this for two days." "Oh, shit." He grasped himself and guided his head into my soaking folds. He took his weight on his elbows and looked me in the eyes. "Mulder?" I asked when he didn't move. His voice was low and raspy. "I love you so much," he muttered. With that, he pushed inside me, hard and fast. I yelped at the pleasure/pain of his sudden intrusion, his large cock pressing into my cervix. Then we both groaned and held still, enjoying the shock and pleasure of that first penetration. "Did I hurt you?" he grunted. "No, you feel fantastic. I'm so full." "Oh Scully, there are no words to describe how good this feels." He watched my face as he began to move. He took short strokes, letting me adjust to his size. He sped up and lengthened his strokes. Soon he was retreating nearly all the way and plunging into me as my legs wrapped around his waist. My high heels drummed his ass as I thrust and egged him on. He looked frantic and I said, "Just let go, Mulder. It's all right. I want to see your face when you come. So beautiful. Give it to me, Mulder. Give me everything." He shouted and began slamming into me. He began swiveling his hips and entered me at an angle and this brushed my clit. I shouted and he understood, holding that rhythm as he sunk into me over and over, pressing my ass into the shifting sand below the blanket. He was sweating and breathing hard. I stretched down and grabbed his ass, pulling him to me. He shouted and then began to wail as I nipped at this nipple, pulling it into a sharp point with my teasing nips. I craned my neck and did the same to the other one. He shouted my name and came into me with long, hard pulses. "Ssccuullyy! Oh Jesus!" His hot seed washed my insides and he ground into my clit. I exploded around him, my body gripping him violently, pulling him in deep. We collapsed and shuddered with aftershocks, panting in the cool air as my open pores rebelled now at the chill. He whispered, "That was phenomenal. I didn't think you would come." He paused. "It's scary how much I love you, Scully." "Yeah, same here," I whispered back. I shivered and he rolled off me with a groan and helped me into my dress after shaking the sand out. He wiped between my legs with the blanket and gingerly wiped himself. He dressed in silence and balled up the dirty blanket. "Why out here, Mulder?" I asked. "I don't know. I wanted the first time to be memorable, distinguishable from the rest. You're so sexy and wild when you're aroused. I wanted to see you under the moonlight." I looked up at the moon and it was indeed high in the sky now, casting a soft glow on the water. I deadpanned, "I think I have sand in some unmentionable places." He laughed. "Me too. Don't like the great wide open, Scully?" he teased. "It was fun while it lasted, but I vote for a bed next time." "Next time, your pick." "Anywhere, Any time, Any way?" I leered at him. He grinned. "I'm in so much trouble and I've never enjoyed being in trouble so much in my entire life!" "And you love it!" "Yes, I do. I love you." We stood, holding hands and made our way to the car. He pushed my back up against the door, kissing me until I couldn't breathe. We finally came up for air. He grinned like a little kid. "I love that I can do that now," he stated. I chuckled. "By the way, I love the soft toilet seat you got me." "Yeah, no flowers from this guy. I'm a hopeless romantic. Nothing but the best for my girl." I began to laugh, loving the easiness between us. "I love your sense of humor, Mulder, did I ever tell you that? "And I love your hair under moonlight," he said, suddenly looking at me with so much affection I thought my chest would burst. I looked up at the moon, and waved at the Man in the Moon. He grinned. "Toilet seats and moonlight. What more could a girl ask for?" I teased. He grinned and kissed me again. Seemed to be his answer for everything the past two days. Not that I minded, you understand.. I could spend hours just kissing Mulder. He was so good at it, it should have been a crime. He muttered as he made his way to the driver's side of the car. "I think I owe everything to that stupid toilet seat." I was still laughing as he pulled away, the moonlight reflecting in the back window of the car. Of all the ways I'd imagined Mulder and I coming together, I never dreamed it would all start because of a toilet seat. THE END.