Title: WHAT DREAMS.... (1/1) Author: jesse jesse.bee@mailcity.com Rating: NC-17 (smut, people!) Category: V, MSR Spoilers: Nothing really, Paper Hearts, FTF Summary: Scully awakes the morning after and considers a sleeping Mulder...(follows ONE WORD, ICING, and WINTER BUTTERFLY, but you don't have to read them first.) Disclaimer: 20th Century Fox, Chris Carter, and 1013 Productions own the rights to THE X-FILES. No copyright infringement is intended. Archive: If you like the thing that much--sure! Go for it. Just let me know when and where. Feedback: PLEASE. It reminds me I'm alive. ** For M.L.--help--I think I've created a monster. This is what happens when you encourage my behavior...** ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dana Scully awoke around dawn to the certainty that something was different. Not bad, not wrong, just--different. There was someone else in her apartment... Oh, yeah, that's right. Mulder had stayed over last night. A light snore interrupted her morning wakeup musings, and her eyes popped open. For a split second panic reigned, and then memory flooded in--accompanied by a big wicked smile. Oh yeah, that's right. Mulder had *really* stayed over last night. She propped up on an elbow and studied her bedmate in the predawn glow filtering through the blinds. Mulder lay on his back with one hand curled loosely on his bare chest, the other resting on the sheet bunched around his waist. His legs splayed open under the bedlinen, one foot tucked under the other knee, and... Scully leaned over carefully for a better look. Yes, typical male--typical morning condition. And a very attractive condition it was, too. His face was turned toward her on the pillow, and she took advantage of the opportunity to study his face straight on. Mulder's features were soft and relaxed, tension and curiosity creases smoothed from his forehead, fierce intelligence temporarily at rest. She memorized again the angled lines of the brows over his deep-set eyes, their sometimes green, sometimes hazel color hidden now behind dark lashes. The proud nose, the broad lines of his jaw terminating in that boyish dimple, the minute mole on his cheek, the double-bow of his mouth...that mouth. She had, upon occasion, she admitted ruefully, missed chunks of conversation because of it, watching that alarmingly sensuous lower lip, wondering in spite of herself what he'd feel like, what he'd taste like... Well, we've got those two questions answered now, don't we? Scully grinned again and felt the long-denied warmth spreading through her body, and hugged happiness to her like a dear old friend returned. She brushed her fingertips across his short chocolate hair, pillow- permed into oddly whimsical spikes. Yes, indeed--I remember this-- and I will teach you, Mulder... Ah, but don't fool yourself, girl. This *is* going to change things. Fox Mulder is not an easy person, and neither are you. Loving him and being intimate with him is going to be every bit as challenging as loving him and just working with him is. And every bit as rewarding in the end--no doubt about that. No doubts at all. She'd made up her mind on that score. Life was simply too short and too precious to waste any more time. And although she'd been scared half to death, it had been time to take the gamble; the biggest one of her life. And she'd won. *Boy* had she ever won. *They* had won. It's you and me, Mulder, you and me. For better and worse. For your incessant teasing and my struggle not to laugh, for your curious eyes and your quicksilver mind, for my "keeping you honest" for five years... For your quest being the first thing and you the first person I could really dedicate my life to... For a love so deep and true and strong it scares me sometimes; a love like I never imagined, never thought I'd find. Never thought I'd find you, never thought *you* would find *me* and stay until I finally had to let you in... For a love that's taken us to the gates of hell and *still* you would not give me up... For some *seriously* mind-blowing sex... Hmmm... What to do with a sleeping Mulder in your bed first thing in the morning? A sleeping Mulder who might just be having some rather...interesting...dreams right about now, judging from the way he's moving and now he's saying something... "...scullee..." Ooh. Hoo--BOY. God, I have just gotten one *fabulous* idea... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Fox Mulder moaned, deep in the grip of the most intense dream he'd ever had. It was a dream, he knew that in some tiny portion of his brain; it had to be. Because it was all Scully. Blue eyes branding him, fiery hair searing him, strong fingers stroking and soothing and wildly inflaming him all at the same time. Her husky voice in his ear, whispering, coaxing him to keep still, lie back, no hands--urging him to let her touch him, let her please him, pleasure him, do these things she'd wanted for years to do. She was everywhere, it seemed; warm breath in his ear, warm wet mouth on the skin of his neck, his shoulder, his chest. Lips and teeth on his nipples and he arched helplessly; teasing fingers brushing over the supersensitive skin of his waist and belly, the tops of his thighs. Her wet tongue trailing liquid fire now down the light path of hair that bisected his stomach and dipped below to meet the wiry curls surrounding that part of him which strained upward to beseech her. Please, oh please... No hands, his dream-Scully said. No hands. He wormed his fingers desperately into the softness beneath him in his efforts to comply-- anything, *please.* Just don't stop, don't wake up, don't let this end... Oh *Jesus*...! He felt, he knew the precise instant she first touched him there, the electric charge racing through his body, kicking his hips up and turning every muscle but one into imitation Jell-O. Her fingers were whispering over him, feathery touch exploring, investigating, mapping him. Stroking him from root to tip and back again, everywhere, all around his length; tickling his balls, cupping gently, weighing him. More--please, *more*...oh yes. Her grip was firmer now, a slow steady stroke up and down, and another--ah--oh *God* if there is one tell me what I did to deserve this so I can do it again and again and again... He felt silky hair sweep across his thigh and then her warm moist breath closer and closer to his extraordinarily hard sex. Her dream face was coronaed with her copper red hair, and he was drowning in sensation and her deep ocean eyes and he never wanted to surface, ever. Then she bent her head and gave him a friendly lick from bottom to top. Mulder felt his hips jerk again, hard; he couldn't stop it. No hand, no hands, no hands...he chanted it in his head, a wildly desperate mantra, fists clenching until they ached. Dream-Scully looked back up at him and smiled a fabulously wicked smile, and then she bent her head again and took him all in. JESUS GOD...! Mulder ground his head back hard, twisting, heard his gasping moaning cry escape, felt his back arching like he'd come off the bed altogether. This was completely way the hell past unbelievable; this was totally unreal. It was like nothing he'd ever felt, nothing he'd ever even thought possible, and it was all because it was Scully, Scully, Scully... GOD let this never never never end...! But it's going to, soon--too much, too intense... His belly was coiling, his scrotum tensing and tightening already. She had him deep and tight, bobbing, sucking vigorously and stroking him with her tongue in hot-spots he'd never known he had, one hand clenched firmly around his throbbing base and the other massaging his aching balls with just the right amount of pressure...ohgodohgodohgodnohandsnohands...! Moaning, pleading; in fact damn near whimpering. Doesn't matter...nothing matters except that she must not stop. THIS...MUST...NOT...STOP. Mulder groaned harshly, writhing, felt his hips thrusting of their own volition and knew he couldn't hold out. He dug his fingers, knuckles white, into the sheets as the last shreds of his self- control twisted and stretched. And finally snapped. His hands shot down...and encountered hair. Soft, silky, moving hair. His eyes popped open. Red hair. She was there. Scully. Jesus Fucking H Christ she was *THERE*. It was her hair, her hands, her wethotslicktight mouth moving on him... "God...!" Her fingers massaging and squeezing, her tongue doing whatever the hell phenomenal things she was doing to him... "Oh GOD...! They were her strong shoulders he locked onto. It was his dream made hot vibrant flesh. It was too much. "SCULLY!!!" Reality, the universe--everything shattered. Scully held on as Mulder bucked up violently and convulsed, exploding into her. He arched and heaved under her, fingers digging into her shoulders until she was sure he'd break her skin. His hips thrust roughly, spasmodically, as pleasure emptied his body. Then his hands fell away and he slumped bonelessly back onto the mattress, looking for all the world to be out cold. Scully let him slip from her mouth finally and lifted her head, wiped her eyes and sat firmly on the urge to cough. She gave him one more friendly kiss and then crawled up over him. Mulder's expression was something she might have mistaken for pain except that she knew it resulted from the most intense climax *she'd* ever seen. Damn--I guess I do good work, don't I? She curled up against his side, propped up on an elbow and waited contentedly, drawing idle patterns in the very light fur on his chest. She was humming. She was ecstatic. She could hardly believe she'd really just done what she'd just done. This is absolutely, positively, a most fabulous way to start the morning. And I've got a few others in mind that I wanna explore... A soft sound drew Scully's attention back up to her partner's face, and her eyes widened in shock. Good God, he was--crying? As she watched, stunned, another tear leaked out from under closed eyelids, and then his broad shoulders hitched. "Mulder?" No answer. Scully pulled him over onto his side and gathered him into her arms, kissed the salty wet from his face. No response. A thread of panic ran through her. "Mulder, it's me--what's wrong? What...what did I do?" she whispered worriedly, stroking him. Mulder moved then, finally, his arms coming around her, and he pressed his face into her shoulder and shook his head against her. She had to strain to hear him. "No, no, not you--it's not you..." His embrace tightened. Scully could feel the fine tremors running through his body and she held him close and waited. She rubbed his back and dropped a kiss into his hair as her mind raced, searching for an explanation. Lord, not another repeat of his self-doubt of last night, I'm not ready for that again quite this soon. *Please* don't let what I just did have brought back some horrible memories from Phoebe or some other bitch who hurt him...God, I only wanted to make him happy... Was he saying something? "Mulder?" His back muscles flexed under her hands as he took a deep breath and then whispered again into her neck. "You...that was...you're-- the first good one that's ever come true." The first good...Scully's eyes widened. Dream? Oh dear God. That must mean that...that she'd somehow picked the *exact* scenario that his subconscious was playing for him and turned it into reality. And usually his dreams were nightmares or at the very least, not pleasant things. Sometimes, as with the Roche case, they came to life. But she'd made one of his good dreams come true. Tears welled in her own eyes as she wrestled for control of her voice. When she was sure she had a firm grip, she tipped her mouth to his ear. "But it won't be the last, if I can help it." Mulder stilled, then he hugged her even harder for a moment or two before his grip slackened and she could breathe again. She felt another tremor run through his lean frame but this time, she realized with relief, he was chuckling. "Oooh, Scully, you might wanna reconsider. You have *no* idea what you're getting into." He lifted his head and Scully's heart skipped. The warmth and love in his wet green eyes would have knocked her flat if she hadn't already been there. "You've been the subject of some pretty elaborate--fantasies--over the years." Oooh Lord. He'd been dreaming about *her*...for years? She'd wondered, but to hear him actually say it sent a flush of wet heat through her, and she was already pretty highly charged from what she'd just done to him... "Are any of these--fantasies--physically possible? Besides the one I just took care of?" Scully injected as much teasing and humor into her voice as she could, trying to make sure that he understood that the idea didn't bother her--quite the opposite, in fact. The last thing they needed now was to get their wires crossed about this. Mulder searched her eyes, and her efforts were rewarded in the beautiful smile that broke over his face. "Depends," he breathed as he leaned in to part her mouth with his, tongue running gently over her lower lip, his long fingers sliding over her to cup her breast and tease a taut nipple. "How flexible are you?" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ finis