TITLE:     WE'LL BE JUST FINE
AUTHOR:    DONNILEE
E-MAIL:    Donnilee@snet.net
WEBSITE:   http://donnilee.tripod.com
RATING:    NC-17
CATEGORY:  MSR
CLASSIFICATION:  V, RST
SPOILERS:  NOT A ONE.
SUMMARY:   A stake out and a foot massage.  We all 
           know where that can lead.
DISCLAIMER:  All characters used from the show, The 
           X-Files are the property of Chris Carter, 
           Ten Thirteen Productions, and Fox 
           Broadcasting.  No copyright infringement 
           intended.  No money made here.

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ANTONIO'S ITALIAN EATERY
WASHINGTON, D.C.
FRIDAY EVENING 7:00 PM

Here we were again, another stake out.  This time we 
hadn't followed a government conspirator, or a 
suspected alien, or any other number of things that 
usually dragged us out in the middle of the night.  
Nope, I couldn't blame Mulder for this one.

No, this time, Skinner had asked us to participate in 
a joint task force operation with local D.C. police.  
They had requested Bureau assistance to take down an 
organized crime figure.  Since this man had 'made' 
most of the D.C. police, they needed our help.

Mr. Cigliari was enjoying fine dining at Antonio's 
Italian Eatery.  We had been assigned to stake out 
the parking lot that was located at the rear of the 
restaurant.  Now, the chances of Mr. Cigliari and his 
three 'guests' exiting through the back door were 
slim.  He'd been delivered by limo.  Said limo was 
still illegally parked at the curb in front of the 
restaurant.

He was suspected of bribing city officials to turn a 
blind eye to various business endeavors in D.C.  So 
far, they had been unable to catch him.  They needed 
to see him in the company of one of these men.  A 
state of the art digital camera with an infrared lens 
on it was on the floor at my feet, should the 
opportunity arise to use it..

I kicked off my shoe and hiked my left foot up onto 
my knee, kneading the ball of my foot and groaning 
slightly at the ache as blood flowed back into my 
toes.  We'd been silent for over an hour and I think 
my groan startled him.

We'd worked all day and hadn't expected to be out 
here tonight, so I'd worn three-inch heels with my 
black pantsuit.  Now, 11 hours later, my feet were 
killing me.

"Why do you wear those torture devices?" Mulder 
asked.

I gave him a dirty look.  "Oh, maybe because you're a 
giant and I get sick of getting a crick in my neck 
looking up at you," I snapped.

He literally flinched at my acidic tone and I 
instantly regretted it.  "Sorry," he muttered.

"I'm sorry, Mulder.  I just don't want to be here.  I 
shouldn't take it out on you.  I didn't expect to be 
on duty this late, so I didn't dress for the 
occasion."

"I know.  I'm sorry, Scully."

"Not your fault," I mumbled.

His hand tentatively reached out and landed on my 
knee.  I nearly gasped but managed to suppress it.  
He didn't usually touch me like this.  "Let me," he 
said softly.

I turned to find his eyes locked onto mine.  What I 
saw there surprised me.  He was nervous, nervous 
about touching me.  "It's okay, Mulder."

"Spin around with your back to the door," he said 
quietly.  He was dead serious.

"Mulder," I began to protest, lowering my foot to the 
floor.

"Just do it, Scully," he said in a voice I didn't 
usually hear directed at me.  It was part nervous 
anticipation and part exasperation.

I swallowed hard and slowly turned, leaning against 
the car door.  I was uncomfortable with this but I 
didn't want to fight with him either.  I didn't 
understand really what was happening here.

He reached down and gently raised my left leg, 
placing it in the middle of his thigh.  I still had 
nylons on but it was no barrier.

His large hands enveloped my foot completely, 
swathing it in warmth.  He squeezed it gently and I 
had to bite my lip to keep from moaning.  

One side of his mouth turned up in friendly 
amusement.  Then he began to press his thumbs into my 
flesh, running them up and down the bottom of my 
foot, first the outside and then over the arch.  

I couldn't help it and moaned out loud, but managed 
to keep it soft.  I heard him suck in a deep breath 
but he continued.  His thumbs rubbed over the ball of 
my foot, not too soft, not too hard, just right.

"Oh, oh, oh God," I muttered softly, reveling in the 
feeling of tension leaving my foot.  A dull ache 
flared up in the heel and I let my head fall back 
against the window as his magic hands soothed it 
away.

I closed my eyes and sighed deeply.  "Feel good?" he 
asked, his voice was slightly lower and rougher than 
usual.

My eyes snapped open to meet his again.  I couldn't 
see him well in the dimness of the car, but enough 
light from floods on the building was penetrating the 
windshield for me to make out his expression.  
"Yeah," I whispered, surprised at how breathy my 
voice sounded.  I cleared my throat.

His fingers carefully massaged each tendon on the top 
of my foot and covered the bottom again, and then he 
rubbed each toe between his thumb and forefinger, 
eliciting more soft moans from me.  I closed my eyes 
again.

I almost cried out when he set my foot in his lap.  I 
opened my mouth to protest and then felt his hand 
sliding under my other knee.  My eyes snapped open as 
he lifted my other leg up onto the bench seat.  He 
carefully removed the pump from my right foot and 
tossed it with a thump to the floor.  We had a big 
Lincoln Town Car that was requisitioned for this 
stake out.  This restaurant was swanky and people in 
a Ford Taurus or a VW Bug dining here were the 
exception, not the rule.

I was able to put my legs out straight on his lap.  I 
shifted, pulling my left leg back to allow room for 
the right one.  As my foot brushed over his lap, I 
felt it.

He had an erection.  A big one.  Holy Christmas.  

My eyes snapped up to meet his.  He, however, was 
looking at my foot as he pulled it into place.  He 
shifted his weight so that he was perched on one hip, 
trying to make his predicament less obvious.

I watched him bite his lower lip as he began 
massaging my second foot, still not looking up.  This 
was exciting him?  Why?  It didn't make sense.

"Mulder," I said quietly.

"Yeah, Scully?" he responded just as quietly.  Oh 
goodness.  That voice was chocolate over gravel.  I 
shivered at the sound of it.

"Thank you, but you don't need to do this," I 
sputtered, pulling my foot back.

His grip tightened and wouldn't let me retreat.  "I 
want to do this."  He paused and took a shuddering 
deep breath.  I could tell he was trying to appear 
unruffled, but he couldn't fool me.  A light sweat 
had broken out on his brow.  His lower lip was 
swollen from him raking his teeth over it.  A look of 
serious concentration was creasing his handsome face.  
"It's the least I can do.  Try to make you feel 
better," he mumbled.

He resumed his massage and I leaned my head back 
against the window again and closed my eyes.  I 
didn't know what else to do.  He was ignoring it, so 
I guess I would too.  The warmth and pressure of his 
hands on my feet was mighty hard to ignore though.

Warm shivers chased themselves up and down my back as 
I felt the heat of his hands, the cool of the air in 
the car when he moved to another section, and then 
the warmth returning as he repeated the pattern.

I was so tired and this felt so good.  I shifted to 
get a bit more comfortable, thinking I might even 
fall asleep.  My foot brushed against him again.  I 
felt his erection twitch sharply against my foot and 
all traces of weariness left me.  I gasped before I 
could contain it and then identified it a few seconds 
later when I felt wetness gush between my legs.  
Jesus, I was aroused. 

I panted gently, feeling my nipples pebble up.  My 
breathing sped up and I didn't dare open my eyes to 
see his face.  I didn't know if I would be able to 
handle it.  I forced myself to pay attention to the 
feeling of his hands on my feet as he pulled them 
both up on his lap again.

That's when I realized what had caused my arousal to 
peak.  He was no longer just massaging my feet.  One 
hand was on each ankle and he was gently running his 
hand up the shin and back down over my ankles.  His 
thumbs were brushing the inside of my leg, just above 
the ankle.  It was causing zings of tingling 
sensation to rush up and lodge between my legs.

I tried to feign sleep and bring my breathing under 
control.  I gasped lightly when he touched a 
particularly sensitive spot, and he stopped.  I 
concentrated on breathing slowly and he resumed.  He 
was caressing me now, plain and simple.  

It was as if all my senses suddenly came alive.  My 
hearing was heightened, my sense of touch and smell 
were acute.  Oh Jesus, I could smell myself, smell my 
arousal.  I hoped he couldn't smell it too.  Then my 
nose caught a whiff of him, pure Mulder essence, and 
I nearly swooned.  

His cologne was light, having worn off during the 
day.  It was now mixed with his musk.  I cracked a 
slit open on one eye, just enough to see through the 
ragged line of my eyelashes and still appear asleep.  
I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from moaning.
He had removed his jacket earlier and his sleeves 
were rolled up on his forearms.  His shirt had the 
top three buttons undone and I could just see the 
beginning of his pecs and a sprinkling of chest hair.  
Damn!  He wasn't wearing a tee shirt under his dress 
shirt.

His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed harshly, 
making a wet sound in the back of his throat.  His 
eyes were black in this light and he was riveted on 
my legs, my feet still resting on his thigh.  His 
hands tentatively pushed my pant leg up a little 
further.  

The rough calluses of his hands caught slightly on my 
nylons and snagged them.  I couldn't have cared less.  
His reach extended up to my calf and he caressed me 
there, rubbing lightly.  

I had to put a stop to this.  Oh, but it felt so 
good!  It was my dirty little secret that I loved it 
when Mulder touched me.  Of course, I'd never let on 
that I craved his small touches.  I lived for a hug 
now and then.  Just don't let him touch the back of 
my knees!  This fondling was skirting some seriously 
dangerous territory.

I wasn't going to be able to hide my arousal much 
longer.  I shifted my blurred gaze to his lap and 
could see him tenting his dress slacks, even while 
leaning sideways on a three-quarter angle.  Amazing 
what you could see in the dark.

His hands stopped but stayed in place on the back of 
my calf muscles.  He glanced up at me and I closed my 
eye completely.  He hadn't seen it open just a tiny 
bit.  He thought I was asleep.  "Scully?" he 
whispered, his voice nearly raw now.

I didn't respond.  Christ, his voice again.  What it 
did to me.  When he determined I was really asleep, 
or he thought so anyway, he whispered so softly I 
almost didn't hear him.  "Ahhh, Scully.  Do you have 
any idea what you do to me?"

What **I** did to him?

He was still whispering.  "How much I want you, need 
you?"

WHAT?  Mulder wanted me?  I knew he needed me.  I 
needed him too, as a partner, a friend, even a best 
friend, comforter, and confidante.  I'd never gotten 
the impression though that he found me physically 
attractive.  His voice as a mere hiss, barely audible 
when I heard the last bit slip out.  "Jesus, I love 
you so much, so much it hurts."

I was so shocked by that statement that I gasped and 
my eyes snapped open.  He yanked his hands away, 
turned to face the wheel and was wearing a high alert 
version of his panic face. 

I faked a yawn and said, "Whoa, I nodded off there.  
Thanks, Mulder.  I feel better."

"Sure.  You're welcome," he said quickly.

I turned to put my feet back on the floor and pressed 
my back to the backrest.  I leaned my head back on 
the seat and closed my eyes again.  I needed to think 
about this.  What did it all mean?  He loved me?  How 
did he love me?  What did he mean when he said, 'so 
much it hurts'?

I muttered, "Do you mind if I doze?"

"No, not at all," he croaked.  "I'll keep watch," he 
said.

I forced my body to relax and my arousal to cool.  I 
took deep, fortifying breaths and soon found that I 
wasn't lying.  I was drowsy.  I felt myself sink into 
the seat, scrunching down and stretching my legs out 
in front of me.

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Jesus, that was close.  What the fuck was I thinking 
talking out loud?  Thank God I wasn't even really 
whispering.  If I hadn't been paying such close 
attention to her, I might have missed her waking up.  
What had possessed me tonight, I had no idea.

She'd looked so lovely and relaxed that I'd found 
myself fascinated.  I loved to touch her but 
circumstances rarely allowed it.  I'd been surprised 
when she'd agreed to let me rub her feet tonight.  I 
would have preferred bare skin, but really, the 
nylons did little to block the excitement of touching 
her.  Of course, her whimpers and soft groans hadn't 
helped my wicked state either.

I'd had a boner since about two seconds after I 
picked up her first foot.  After finishing with the 
second, I didn't want to end this little touch-fest.  
I'd held still when she stirred but then she seemed 
to be asleep.  I'd always marveled at Scully's 
ability to fall asleep instantly.  It was as if 
someone flicked a switch.  One minute she was 
chattering in an animated fashion and the next she 
would be out like a light.

Without even consciously deciding to do so, I'd found 
my hands caressing her feet, rather than massaging 
them.  Rubbing and massaging too much could make her 
lame and I didn't want to do that.  I couldn't, 
however, resist the opportunity to touch her a while 
longer.  I was trying to ignore my hard-on, but it 
was becoming painful.  Somehow though, I couldn't 
make myself stop.

My hands seemed to have a mind of their own when they 
traveled up to her ankles, touching her softly.  I'd 
wandered up her calves and been mesmerized and 
overwhelmed with fantasies of ripping her clothes off 
right here in the car and having her straddle me. 

I hadn't even realized I was talking aloud at all 
until she gasped.  That's when I realized what I'd 
just done, realized I'd 'said' it, not just thought 
it.  Fortunately, I hadn't said it in a normal 
speaking voice or it would have been all over but the 
curtain call.  Scully would be so pissed to find out 
my feelings that way. 

I was such a coward.  Why couldn't I just tell her 
what she did to me?  Sometimes I felt so foolish.  
I'm a man with more than a little experience with 
women.  What was so intimidating about this tiny 
redhead that kept me mute?  The bottom line was that 
I was scared to risk telling her how I felt and 
possibly losing what we had.  I might have 
experience, although it seemed in the distant past 
right now.  However, I realized I'd never cared for 
someone the way I cared for Scully, the way I loved 
her, with everything I was.  It was a bit frightening 
how easily she could shatter my world and she didn't 
even know it.

This thought finished just in time to feel her head 
land on my shoulder.  She had dropped off to sleep 
again and fallen sideways slightly as she curled up 
in her seat.  I shifted slightly and raised my arm to 
wrap it around her shoulders.  

She hummed, making a contented sound in the back of 
her throat and snuggled into me.  Yes, snuggled.  Her 
head burrowed in my shoulder.  I slouched a little 
and her arm snaked behind my low back in the small 
space I'd created, while the other landed on my 
thigh.

Oh Lord.  My wilting erection sprung back to life at 
this move and I bit my lip again to keep silent.  
This was glorious, too enjoyable to disrupt, no 
matter how uncomfortable it made me.  I could feel 
her hot breath penetrating my shirt and shuddered.  
It didn't wake her up, thank goodness.

We sat that way, while I listened to her snore 
lightly for quite some time.  I really don't know how 
much time passed.  I diligently kept one eye on the 
back door while I enjoyed the feeling of her cuddled 
up to my side.  I wondered if she would freak out if 
she woke up right now.

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I slouched some more and her body leaned on me 
heavily.  I was crouched low, staying up just enough 
to see through the steering wheel.

She was making soft, odd little noises and I realized 
she was dreaming.  I smiled affectionately as she 
snuggled closer to me.  Her head tipped and her lips 
landed on my neck.  They brushed lightly against my 
skin as her hand automatically slid up my leg closer 
to my crotch.

I bit my lip again and moaned softly, unable to help 
myself.  My groin was throbbing now.  I had to stop 
this.  She didn't know what she was doing and would 
be mortified if she realized what her touches were 
doing to me.  "Scully," I said softly, sitting up a 
bit.

She yawned and hummed in the back of her throat, then 
seemed to realize her lips were still against my 
neck.  She jerked away with a look of dread on her 
face.  "Oh my God, sorry, Mulder!" she said 
automatically.

I forced a smile.  "Don't worry about it, you zonked 
out good." 

"Did I drool?" she asked.

I laughed.  "No, just a little delicate snore," I 
teased, falling easily into our banter.

She wiped her hands over her eyes and I turned back 
to the windshield to see our favorite mobster walking 
out the back door.  I nudged Scully.  "Head's up."

She gasped and slid her feet into her shoes, picking 
up the camera in one move.  Right behind him was the 
mayor.  Oh joy.

She took careful aim and snapped a couple shots of 
them shaking hands and talking.  We were two rows of 
cars back, but positioned so that there was no 
vehicle in front of us.  We had an unobstructed view 
as they conveniently stood under the flood light on 
the back of the building.

All of a sudden, the mayor jerked his head in our 
direction.  My hand whipped out and pushed Scully's 
arm down, hiding the camera.  He said something to 
Cigliari and starting walking toward us.  "He made 
us, Scully."

She popped open the glove box, stashed the camera, 
and said, "Get out of here, Mulder."

I pulled my holster off my belt and shoved it down 
between the seat and the door.

By the time she shut the glove box, he was now two 
cars away.  "No time."

"What are we going to do?" she asked, sounding 
slightly panicked.

Without giving it any thought, I reached across the 
seat and cupped the back of her neck, pulling her 
towards me.

I turned, putting my back to the driver's side window 
and said, "Play along."

I laid my mouth over hers and kissed her.  She gasped 
and jerked her head backwards.  My hand prevented her 
retreat and my other one slid around her, pulling her 
body closer.

"Muld," she began to protest.

I slipped my tongue into her mouth and swirled it 
around.  She tasted sweet and I felt my pesky 
erection rise to the occasion again.  She moaned 
slightly and squirmed against me.  I was almost lost 
in the feeling of kissing her when I heard a knock on 
the window. 

I jumped as if startled and pulled away from her.  I 
stared at her for two seconds, my eyes pleading with 
her to go along.  Then I turned and rolled down the 
window a couple inches.

I glanced around and saw that Cigliari was gone.  
"Can I help you?" I asked politely.

"What are you doing lurking back here?" the mayor 
asked.

I raised my eyebrows.  "Kissing my girl.  That a 
crime?  Hey, aren't you the mayor?" I asked.

He grunted.  "Move along, all right.  You're old 
enough to have a home."

"Yes, Sir," I said.  He turned on his heel and headed 
back toward the restaurant.  I rolled the window up 
and heard Scully blow air out of pursed lips.  

"Shit, that was close," Scully mumbled, her voice 
sounding a little shaky.

"Yeah," I mumbled.  "Let's go.  Call Skinner and tell 
him we got pics and we were made."

She nodded and I didn't mention that I saw her hands 
shaking as she flipped open her phone.  I started the 
car and pulled out from behind the restaurant, 
heading back toward the Hoover Building.

Skinner advised us not to come directly back but to 
go to the park two blocks from where we were.  We 
pulled into the parking lot and were met by another 
team from the task force.  We handed over the camera.  
They thanked us and said they would take it from here 
and we were free to go home.

I nodded and sat there, wondering what to do now.  
Should I ignore it?  Should I talk to her about it?  
Could I ignore it and pretend it didn't happen like 
the other near misses we'd had?

"Scully, I'm sorry," I said finally.  "I couldn't 
think of anything else to do," I added.  I looked 
over at her tentatively.  

Her hands were folded in her lap and she was chewing 
on her lower lip.  She licked them and I couldn't 
watch anymore.

I yanked my eyes away and waited.  "It's all right, 
Mulder.  I just didn't expect it.  He would have 
nailed us otherwise."

"What now?" I asked.

"Take me home."

That was it, then.  We weren't going to talk about 
it.  I felt a sadness envelope me, but I started the 
car and pulled back out onto the street.

The trip to Georgetown was made in total silence as I 
contemplated what I had done.  There might have been 
other ways to fake him out, but I hadn't thought of 
any at that moment.  Our former position with her 
lips on my neck was still fresh in my mind.  

I pulled up to the curb in front of her building and 
put the car in park.  I leaned back against the 
headrest and closed my eyes.

When she didn't exit the car right away, I opened my 
eyes and looked at her.  She was staring at me.  She 
cleared her throat and said, "Should we talk about 
it?"

What to say?  "I'd like to," I managed to say.

"Come up then," she said quickly, opening the door 
and jumping out onto the sidewalk.  

I shut the car off and jumped out, locking it with 
the remote I'd been given.  I had to trot to catch up 
to her.  She was walking like her ass was on fire.

I caught up to her and stood behind her as she 
unlocked her door.  She slipped inside quickly and 
quietly and I followed more slowly, closing and 
locking the door behind me. 

She went straight into the kitchen and I followed, 
leaning one shoulder against the doorjamb and 
crossing my arms over my chest.  She was making 
coffee.  I remained silent as I watched her work 
efficiently.  I loved to watch her move and work.

Finally, when she could stall no more, she turned and 
leaned her butt against the counter.  "So," she 
began.

"So," I repeated.

"I'm not sure what to say."

"Did you like it?" I blurted out.  I could have 
kicked myself immediately afterwards.

Her breath chuffed out and she looked to the side to 
avoid meeting my gaze.  "Why, Mulder?"

"I didn't have a lot of time to think," I defended.

"Is there more to it or were you just panicked when 
he made us?"

"Look at me," I demanded softly.

She turned slowly but finally looked into my eyes.  
"You know there was.  I'm not going to stand here and 
make excuses.  I don't have one.  It worked, I'm 
glad.  However, I don't want you to be all cagey and 
nervous around me now like I'm gonna jump you or 
something," I ended bitterly.

Her stance seemed to soften a bit.  "I know you 
won't.  Although you surprised me.  It did feel a 
little like a jump or an attack."

"I'm sorry."

"You said there was more.  Why that?  Why not pretend 
we were a couple fighting?"

I wondered how much to say.  "I had fresh ideas in my 
head."

"Fresh ideas?  What are you talking about?"

"You were polite enough to not acknowledge it, but 
I'm sure you didn't miss how you effected me when I 
was rubbing your feet."

She blushed but said nothing.  "So?"

"So when you were asleep, you used me for a pillow."

She looked almost panicked and said, "What did I do?  
Did I talk?"

I smiled softly.  "No."

She turned and poured our coffee, saying, "Let's go 
in the living room."

I accepted her delaying tactic and took my mug from 
her, followed her sedately into the other room, and 
collapsed on the end of the couch where I usually 
sat.

Once we'd both taken sips of coffee she asked again.  
"What did I do?"

I bucked up my courage and lifted my eyes to her 
face.  "You turned me on again," I whispered.

She blushed again.  "How?" she whispered back.

I looked away and then back again.  Should I tell 
her?  Would she be mortified?  Would this upset her 
or excite her?  I honestly couldn't tell.  Was that 
blush arousal or embarrassment?  Finally, I said, 
"You kissed my neck."

She gasped.  "Oh Jesus, I'm sorry, Mulder."

Now I met her gaze head on.  "I'm not."

We stared at each other for what seemed like ages but 
was probably only a few seconds.  "What?" she asked 
finally.

"I love it when you touch me.  I knew I should have 
moved you when you snuggled into me, but," I began.

"I snuggled into you?" she asked, sounding horrified 
again.  "What exactly did I do, Mulder."

"You fell against me at first, but you were in an 
uncomfortable position, with your head on an angle, 
so I moved my arm and put it around your shoulders.  
That's when you snuggled into me, put your arm around 
me," I explained, faltering.

"What then?" she asked as if now fascinated with the 
story.

"You snuggled closer, pressed against me."  I 
couldn't look at her anymore as I felt my breathing 
speed up.  "You put, uh, you put your hand on my 
thigh."

"Oh Jesus," she muttered.  "Why didn't you move it?" 
she asked suddenly.

I looked up at her again.  "You're kidding, right?"

She smiled then but it slipped off her face quickly 
to be replaced by another look of embarrassment.  She 
was clutching her coffee cup as though it were an 
anchor.  "What, what then?" she coaxed bravely, 
moving the cup to hold it in front of her as though 
it were now a shield.

I couldn't tell if she really wanted to know or was 
stuck with this conversation now.  "Your head was on 
my shoulder, and sort of on my chest.  I slouched 
down to get comfortable and still be able to watch 
the door and that's when," I cut myself off.

"When what?"

"You were making sounds, but weren't talking, and you 
brushed your lips on my neck, kissed me right here."  
I put two fingers on my neck below my ear.

"That excited you?" she asked, clearly unsure if I 
was being straight with her.

"Yes, that and your hand moving up my thigh," I 
admitted.

She gasped.  "Oh Christ.  Why didn't you move me?" 
she nearly cried out.

I waited for her gaze to meet mine again.  "It felt 
too good," I croaked out.  "My neck is an erogenous 
zone for me," I admitted, clenching my teeth 
together.  'Stop talking, you idiot,' I admonished 
myself.  

I sipped my coffee to avoid looking at her.  She 
didn't seem disgusted so that was good.  "You don't 
need to be embarrassed, Scully," I said into the 
silence.

"How can I not be?" she asked.  "I'm mortified!"

I looked at her again.  "It just happened, Scully.  
You were asleep; it's not big deal.  We're adults, it 
happens."

"Are you saying it was just a physical thing?" she 
inquired, sounding almost hurt.

"No, I'm saying it was an accident.  If you want to 
leave it as an accident, I can do that.  I don't want 
you to be uncomfortable about it or around me because 
of it."

She sat her cup on the coffee table and I did the 
same.  She put her face in her hands, canting forward 
slightly.  "I'm sorry, Mulder."

I reached out and grasped her wrists, pulling them 
down gently.  "Don't be sorry.  It's all right.  I 
just hope you can forgive little Junior down there.  
He has a mind of his own," I teased.

She laughed then, her cheeks stained pink and I 
didn't think I'd ever seen anything more beautiful.  
I felt my body diffuse with warmth and my groin 
tingle again.  Christ, I had to get away from her.

"Maybe I should go," I suggested.

Her laughter was dying down but at that statement, it 
cut off abruptly.  "No, not yet."

"No?" I asked.  

"Is that the first time?"

"Excuse me?" I asked, confused.

"That I've turned you on?" she asked.

I knew I looked astonished.  "No!  It happens all the 
time.  I'm sorry.  I'm a guy, I can't help it."

"Is it me or just a guy thing?" she asked.  Now I 
realized what she was getting at.

I cupped her face in my hands.  "It's you, Scully."

"Oh!" she breathed out softly.

"You never answered my question," I informed her.

"What question?" 

"Did you like it?" I asked again. 

She had the deer in the headlights look now and I 
pressed forward.

"Did it feel good?  Did it excite you like it excited 
me?"

She began to pant and her eyes were riveted on my 
face.

"Answer me," I said, my voice low and gravelly.

"Yes."  She paused.  "To all of it," she added.

I couldn't stop the little hiss of excitement that 
escaped me and I laid my mouth over hers again.  This 
time she opened willingly and her tongue danced with 
mine, making me moan right into the echoing cavern of 
her mouth.  I pulled her against me, ready to burst.  
She was letting me do it, kiss her again, no 
pretense.  

I tilted my head and deepened the kiss, moving my 
hands down over her shoulders and arms and finally 
leaning back, towing her with me so I could hug her 
tightly against my torso.  

She wiggled and straddled my lap.  "I was fantasizing 
about this in the car," I admitted.

She looked surprised.  "Making out with me?" she 
teased.

"You straddling me," I clarified.

"Oh Jesus," she muttered and attacked my mouth again.  
This time it was her idea and I let her take control 
of the kiss.  She suckled my bottom lip and I thought 
I was going to come as I felt my balls throb 
unbearably, the sensation shooting straight up into 
my shaft.  She was like a ferocious, little animal.

"Scully, what are we doing?" I gasped.

"What does it feel like we're doing?" she answered.

"If we're stopping, I need to stop now," I said to 
her between pants.

She went still and looked at me again.  "Let's take 
this party where we have more room," she finally 
declared.

I thought I would black out from hyperventilating as 
she stood and tugged me to my feet.  I followed her 
into the bedroom.  She turned when we reached the bed 
and tossed me a saucy grin.  I completely lost it.  
If she was going to tease me, I wouldn't be able to 
maintain control.

I pounced, nearly ripping her shirt in an attempt to 
get it off.  She didn't seem to mind and was equally 
frantic as she loosened my belt and unzipped my 
slacks, pushing them and my underwear down in one go.

We were nude in a matter of seconds, and I groaned 
heavily into her neck, when her hand encircling my 
aching shaft.

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He gripped my hips and maneuvered me onto the bed on 
my back, practically falling on top of me.  His mouth 
devoured mine and then went to work on my neck, ears, 
shoulders and finally on my breasts.

I was writhing under his assault as his hands rubbed 
and caressed every square inch of skin he could 
reach.  Because of our height difference, he could 
reach almost everywhere but my feet.

The backs of my knees, the insides of my thighs, the 
crease where my butt reaches my thigh, the groove on 
either side of my mound; none of these escaped his 
wandering hands.  He left a trail of heat and wet 
kisses behind until I was panting with arousal the 
like of which I'd never felt before.

Before I could get my mind around what was happening, 
his shaft was sliding inside me.  It was hard as a 
bone and pulsing with his heartbeat.  I cried out, 
"Oh God, Mulder!"

His big hands squeezed my ass cheeks tightly, holding 
me in place as he slowly pushed his way inside.  His 
lips found my ear and made me shudder when he sucked 
on my earlobe.

"Ahhh, yeah, look at you," he muttered.  "You're all 
flushed and beautiful.  Christ, you're so sexy," he 
continued, working his shaft inside me.

I was snug, my muscles were long unused, so he was 
careful to rock himself into me, a bit at a time.  I 
was realizing just how big he was when he butted up 
against my cervix and was not yet fully inside me.  I 
groaned.  

I was experiencing a body rush every few strokes, 
feeling tingling race through my abdomen and up my 
spine.  He grunted as he stroked into me, his pace 
and strength increasing as he worked toward his own 
release.  

He moved his arms off my ass and brought them up to 
support his weight next to my head as he leaned over 
me.  My tongue lashed out and licked his chest, 
eliciting a sexy, low groan from his throat. 

The sound of his groan and the surge of his cock that 
followed drove me over the edge.  My body shook with 
the force of my orgasm as I felt it rush through me, 
tightening my insides around his invading shaft.

"Oh fuck!" he hollered, obviously enjoying the 
sensations.  He sped up in response.  He pushed 
against the entrance to my womb as he jammed inside.

It set me off again on another round of convulsions 
and he shouted, "I'm gonna come!  Aaaahhhhhh, yeah!  
Ssccuullyy!"

I felt him pulse inside me as his essence shot up the 
length of his distended cock and flooded my insides 
with warmth.  My head was spinning as he finished and 
went boneless on top of me.

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I pushed gently on his chest and he rolled half way 
off me, relieving me of his weight on my torso, but 
keeping our lower bodies still connected. 

Doubts began to creep back in.  He'd said I excited 
him, gave him hard-ons, that he wanted me, fantasized 
about me.  That didn't mean he felt for me what I 
felt for him.

I frowned and he spied me in my contemplative mood.  
"Uh oh, I know that face," he said quietly.

I tried to smile but it didn't work.  He pulled out 
of me slowly and propped himself up on his side, his 
free hand still lying warmly on my tummy.  "Mulder, I 
need to know what this is to you," I said.

He used two fingers to catch my chin and turn me to 
face him.  His lips came down to mine and I 
stiffened.  I needed to know.  I wasn't going to let 
him kiss his way out of answering the question.  

Only he didn't kiss me.  He waited until he knew he 
had my attention again.  "I love you, Scully," he 
said, his voice low and clear.  "That's what this is 
to me.  I love you."

I blinked to stop the tears that stung my eyes but 
couldn't stop them from falling.  His thumb brushed 
them off my cheeks and he sucked them into his mouth.  
Then he leaned down and kissed me while I cried my 
silent tears.  

Finally, I separated my lips from his and said, "I 
love you too, Mulder."

He grinned.  "Then we'll be just fine," he said with 
conviction.

THE END.