TITLE:   WORTH THE WAIT
AUTHOR:  ATTICUS
E-MAIL:  Helen@heroforr.demon.co.uk
Classification: SR
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Keywords: Mulder/Scully Romance
Summary: Mulder and Scully attend a FBI Evening, but both have
far more interesting things on their minds than boring speeches...

Disclaimer: M&S + X-Files = Chris Carter/1013/Fox
and IMO GA & DD. Not me. Ca va? :)

Author's comments: Well, this is only the second fanfic I've posted
and only the second one I've finished too, although I've had many
false starts. I hope it doesn't suck too much, but you know what
they say about practice making perfect :) Please send any comments
to the above e-mail addy, they would be much appreciated.

oh and Congrats to Gillian on her Emmy Award win! Much deserved!

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I am almost beginning to wish I hadn't come this evening. The
speeches are over-long and bore me. My concentration has long
since been lost. I glance around the hall, maybe 200 agents sit
in near silence their gazes directed at the stage. I wonder how
they manage to appear so interested, but then they probably
haven't got the distraction I have. To my unfocused eyes they
are a sea of black tuxs sprinkled liberally with evening-gowns.
I'm glad I chose a blue sleeveless gown now. I mingle in well.
Tonight I don't want to stand out from the crowd... The sudden
claps of those around me alert me to the fact that yet another
speech has come to its conclusion. I sigh inwardly. Clapping
my hands together lightly I let my eyes flick around the room.
I catch a glimpse of him. He looks as bored as I feel. We
have been seated far away from each other and I miss him being
near, the only thing that makes these evenings bearable. I
continue to stare at him. He somehow senses it and his eyes
lock onto mine sending a tingle down my spine. He smiles
slightly and my insides flip over. I smile back. Neither of
us wants to break the eye contact. The decision is made for
us in the end when the microphone is tapped loudly. A.D Skinner
is about to speak. I turn my head to the stage relucantly.
His is the last speech before the floor is cleared for dancing.
Not long now. I applaud more enthuastically than before when
he steps down a few minutes later. People begin to move around.
Chairs scrape on the smooth wooden floor. I scan the room,
searching for him. Suddenly I feel a presence beside me. A
voice whispers in my ear.
'Got you'.
I swallow and feel my heart-rate speed up. I turn to face him.
He looks so handsome in his rented tux. His unruly hair tamed
a little tonight and his hazel eyes twinkling brightly. He gives
me a broad smile. I don't know how much longer I can hold out.
'Mulder...' I say, my voice husky. He nods, understanding,
feeling the same.
'You look beautiful, Scully.' I feel myself blush slightly.
The intensity of his gaze starting a fire in my belly. We both
know what to do. With any luck we won't be missed. I feel his
hand brush against mine and then I am moving off into the crowd.
I don't turn around to see where he has gone. I already know.
I slip out of the hall unnoticed. Almost there. I walk quickly
down the long corridor until I reach my destination. I gingerly
push the door open. One strong, familiar arm appears pulling
me inside. I almost let out a gasp. Mulder grins at me. I
shake my head, his grin is infectious.
'What if that hadn't been me, Mulder?' I ask as he shuts
the door softly.
'Actually I wasn't expecting _you_ Scully, but I suppose
you'll do.' He teases.
The room is in darkness for a second before he locates the light-
pull.
'You're gonna get it for that.' I advance on him, my eyes
gleaming. He laughs.
'I hope so!' He grabs me around the waist before I have a
chance to reply. The feel of his arms around me is wonderful.
It has been so long. We kiss hungarily, the emrace growing
more and more heated by the second. We break apart, breathless
and panting.
'God, Scully.' He murmurs. I want him badly. He echoes
that thought back to me in his eyes. We try to calm down, we
want this to last as long as possible. But it has been two
weeks and our bodies ache with need. We come together again
in a feverish embrace. I tug at Mulder's clothes wanting to
feel his skin against mine. This isn't ideal circumstances
but we have to take what we can get. Mulder kisses my face,
my hair, my neck. I moan almost inaudibly and wriggle in
his arms.
'Ever done it in a rest-room, Scully?' He whispers
between kisses.
'No, but I'm about to.' I can't believe we are taking
this risk, someone could walk in at any moment. Then again,
right now I can't imagine us _not_ taking it... We move into
one of the stalls locking the door behind us. Feeling a
little safer we let passion take over. A tie drops to the
ground, a shirt follows. I run my hands over his bare chest
reminding myself of every detail, taking it all in. He groans
his pleasure as I place wet kisses onto his pectorals, sliding
my tongue around his taut nipples. He tastes salty and oh-so-
male. Mulder sits me on the porcelin seat, the lid is icy-cold
against my skin as he attempts to pull my dress up. I shudder.
'Thank God for zippers.' He whispers. I draw in a shaky
breath as my dress slides to the fall. I keep myself busy and
soon Mulder's trousers are around his ankles. His erection
begging for my attention through his cotton boxers. I cup him
firmly. He jerks against my hand and moans my name. He pushes
my roaming hand away and reaches for my panties. He slips them
down. I tremble as his fingers brush my damp curls. My centre
is throbbing now and very wet. I bite down on my lip when he
slides two fingers inside my slick folds, and then further into
me. Oh, God he's driving me insane. His fingers are a little
cold and I am so hot. He skirts around my clit, just missing the
hardening bud. I moan deep in my throat. I am powerless, a slave
to his touch. Mindlessly I reach for him again, knowing only my
need to have him fill me. With his free hand he moves his boxers
down, allowing his rock-hard penis to come into my view. He
withdraws his fingers from me. Bastard. I am not cursing him for
long. He lifts me, his hands kneading my buttocks. In one swift,
if not steady movement he plunges into me. I whimper, for a
second the pleasure verges on pain, then I become accustomed to
him. He pauses,
'Ok?'
I nod, my eyes sliding shut as he begins to move slowly in and out
of me. It is the most exquisite feeling. I clutch at his upper
arms. The only sound is our laboured breathing and the squeaking
of my skin against the cold porcelin. The nice and slow approach
doesn't last long. I can't help expressing my feelings as he
thrusts into me harder. The friction is almost unbearable in its
perfection.
'Oh yes...yes...so good...' I turn my head from side to side.
I can feel sweat trickling down my back. I try to look at Mulder.
His face is damp and he's breathing through his mouth, eyes half-
closed. I know how much he loves it when I am vocal, but tonight
I must be restrained. I only hope I can be. The delicious heat
is building in my groin and spreading throughout my whole body.
I groan as he moves faster within me. Suddenly he turns taking me
with him, and bears me against the stall's side. He grunts and
slows for a moment. I am impressed by his control. He shifts
inside me making me twitch. I hold my breath. He slips one
hand away from under me and supports me with just one arm.
I feel his muscles bulge with the effort. He presses me against
the stall hard, as soon as that is done he thrust again, wildly.
There is no finesse now, just raw desire. I welcome it. I
brace myself on his shoulders and push my hips into his, wanting
him even deeper in me. He groans loudly. His free hand is
between us where we join. He roughly rubs his palm against me.
I cry out. I am out of control and so is he. I can feel how
close I am. In and out. In and out. Quick, sharp, deep thrusts.
He knows what I need.
'Mulder...Mulder...' I repeat his name as a mantra while
he fucks me senseless. He locates my clit with practised ease and
runs his thumb over it. Once. Twice. I stop breathing. I jerk
against him. I am so, so close... He is consuming me, the world
falls away...
'Scully.' He growls. He rubs me once more, hard, and then I
am coming and coming. Powerful waves of pure pleasure rolling over
me. I ride them for all I am worth. My internal muscles spasming
around him. I am moaning constantly, my head slamming against the
stall as he continues to pound into me. The feeling is amazingly
intense. I never want this moment to end. Gradually I ease back
down to earth. Then Mulder comes with a guttural sound, pumping
his hot seed into me, sending me into sensory overload once again.
It must have been minutes but it felt like hours. I slowly become
aware of my surroundings again. Mulder is breathing heavily. He

is still in me. He lifts me back to the seat, setting me down, he
gently withdraws. I gasp, missing him immediately. He sits and
I crawl onto his lap, his head resting against the tank. I am still
pulsing with the after-effects of my orgasms. We are both sticky
and exhausted. He kisses my forehead and wraps his arms around
me. I lay my head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat as it
begins to return to normal.
'Well...' He begins. 'That was worth the wait.'
I smile against his skin, raising my head I look at him. He looks
so happy and so alive. He runs his hands over my back, toying with
my bra-strap.
'Yes it was.' I reply grinning as he traces lazy patterns on
my skin. I know what he is thinking. Normally he would spend a lot
of time lavishing attention on my breasts, but this evening had been
too frantic for that. He smiles wickedly at me and cups one of my
breasts through the silky material, making the nipple stand erect.
'Later, Mulder'. I tell him, trying to convince myself as well
as him. He pouts slightly playing with me. He is not unaware of the
effect it has on me. I bite back a groan and pull away. I will
look forward to later but for now I am too nervous to stay here any
longer. He understands. We quickly get dressed. I hope our clothes
aren't totally ruined. I look Mulder up and down when he is finished.
He raises his eyebrows at me.
'You'll do.' He grins. My dress is almost a lost cause but it can
be made to look passable. I try to fix my hair in the rest-room mirror.
Mulder comes up behind me and kisses my neck.
'Love you.' My heart swells just like it always does when he
tells me that. What a cliche, but I can't help it. Mulder does
that to me. I turn to him.
'Love you too.' He nuzzles my hair undoing my work.
'Mulder...'. I berate him gently.
We make our way back to the hall and enter unnoticed. Couples are
slow-dancing and romantic music fills the air. A pang of regret
hits me. We can never dance like that here. Mulder squeezes my
hand briefly as if reading my thoughts. The feeling passes. We
split up. I check my watch. Soon we will be able to leave. I
smile to myself.

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END