From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org
Date: 7 Nov 2002 20:23:27 -0000
Subject: I CAN TOUCH YOU, NC17 by donnilee
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TITLE:           I CAN TOUCH YOU

AUTHOR:          Donnilee

E-MAIL:          Donnilee@snet.net

WEBSITE:         http://donnilee.tripod.com

RATING:          NC-17

CATEGORY:        MSR

SUMMARY:         Scully's jealousy starts a chain of events 
                 while working on a case.

SPOILERS:        Rain King, D.P.O., Irresistible

DISCLAIMER:      Nope. Not mine. Used shamelessly and without 
                 remorse. They belong to Chris Carter, Ten 
                 Thirteen, and Fox Broadcasting. 

DEDICATION:      This is another PWP for Laura in Texas.  I still 
                 owe her a challenged story, but maybe this will 
                 tide her over!

SPECIAL THANKS:  As always, Sdani needs everyone to stand up 
                 and do the wave!  She never seems to tire.  I'm 
                 sure she had no idea what she was getting into 
                 when she agreed to beta read for me but she's hung 
                 in there like a trooper!  Thanks darling for your 
                 unflagging support, help, and encouragement.



PART 1 (R)
NELSON'S ANTIQUE SHOP
NEW PRESTON VILLAGE
NEW PRESTON, CT
THURDAY - 3:00 PM

I looked around at the burnt out shell of the store.  Everything 
was sooty.  "I'm ready to call it a day," I announced.

Charlene Cooley straightened up from where she was bending over 
precariously to point out a small hole drilled in the wall.  
Another inch and I was going to be looking right up her cootch.
And I knew she wasn't wearing any underwear.  If she had none on 
her 42Ds, I had no reason to think she had any under her skirt 
either.

Mulder was squatting next to her in a deep knee bend, pretending 
interest in the hole in the wall.  I knew his real interest lay in 
the dark cleft of her cleavage which was threatening to spill out 
of her tiny crew neck tee shirt that was stretched to the absolute 
limit.  

Mulder stood as well and said.  "Just let me scrape the edges 
here."  He picked up an evidence bag and pulled his jack knife from 
his pocket.  He bent down again and carefully scraped flaking sheet 
rock into the bag.  

"We'll test it and see if there are traces of propane on it," I 
said, my voice clearly annoyed.

We'd been with this simpering idiot all day and I was tired of her 
blatant come-ons to my partner.  I shouldn't have cared, but I did.
Her lack of subtlety was starting to grate on my nerves.

Mulder straightened once again, pretending that he didn't notice 
Charlene staring at his Armani covered ass.  He smirked at me and 
she smiled vapidly.

"We have things to do, Mulder.  Let's go."

He sighed and said, "We'll be in touch."

"Call me as soon as you know anything," Charlene said in a high 
squeaky voice.  "You have my home number, right, Mr. Mulder?"

I coughed behind my hand to prevent myself from screaming, 'BITCH!'

Mulder raised his eyebrows, caught my icy stare that told him I was 
rapidly losing patience, and said, "Yes, we'll be in touch."

I turned on my heel and marched outside, taking a deep breath to 
calm my anger.  My blood was boiling.  I had no tolerance for 
airheads.  

Mulder emerged behind me and we walked to the car in silence.  He 
slid behind the wheel and I got in the passenger side without 
complaint.  I just wanted to get out of here.  Our hotel, The 
Hopkins Inn, was less than a mile away in the next town over.
 
I sighed loudly and said, "Thank God."

"Getting a little hot under the collar there, Scully?"

He smirked at me and I wanted to slap that self-satisfied 
expression right off his face.  "We've been here three days, 
Mulder, and each day her neck lines get lower and hem lines get 
shorter."

He chuckled now and said, "I didn't notice."

"Yeah, right."

"I didn't notice, Scully.  She looks like a dime store tramp and I 
didn't notice the length of her hemlines."

"You didn't?" I asked, clearly skeptical, a sarcastic tone in my 
voice.

"The only cleavage and hemline I notice are yours, Scully," he said 
quietly.

Holy God!  He only ever said things like that to me in jest.  He 
was serious right now and that scared me.  It also sent a little 
thrill skittering up my spine.  "Right, that's not the point."

"What is the point, Scully?"

"I'm here to work and it's distracting to have her flaunting her 
body and hanging all over you.  If I found it hard to concentrate, 
I'm sure you do.  She was practically sticking her breasts in your 
face."

 "I saw them, but they don't do it for me."

"You really expect me to believe that?"

He glanced at me and back at the road.  "Her boobs are too big for 
me."

"I thought you liked big boobs," I said caustically, wondering why 
I was being such a shrew.  He wasn't mine, and I had to stop acting 
like a jealous fishwife.

"I like proportional boobs," he said calmly.

"Meaning?"

"Meaning, on a tall, big boned woman, big boobs fit the picture.  
On a short, curvy woman, huge boobs make her look top heavy and 
ridiculous."

I stared at the side of his face now trying to determine if he was 
telling the truth.  He was.  "So her boobs were too big, huh?"

He smiled slowly now and said, "Yes.  She may have been sticking 
them in my face, but I didn't react, did I?"

I thought about it and honestly, the answer was no.  He hadn't 
stared at them, he hadn't touched her even though she took every 
opportunity to touch him, brushing his forearms, bumping into him 
using her boobs like a trampoline to bounce back as she giggled and 
exclaimed, "Oh, I'm sorry!" in her high squeaky voice.  I knew she 
was anything but sorry.

I couldn't really blame her for coming on to my partner.  He was an 
extremely sexy man.  I'd finally admitted that to myself a while 
ago.  I wasn't ready to let him in on my new revelations though.  I 
knew Mulder cared for me, loved me even, but I really wasn't sure 
if he was attracted to me physically.  I felt a wash of sadness go 
through me and I frowned, blinking rapidly against the sting of 
tears at the back of my eyelids.

He pulled into the inn parking lot and shut off the engine.  He 
unbuckled his seatbelt and turned toward me.  His fingers on my 
chin made me jump and I ripped my face away, opening the door and 
getting out.


"Scully!" he nearly shouted.

"I need a shower," I croaked out and headed for the room.

I heard him sigh heavily and follow me over the gravel-strewn 
parking lot.  When we got inside, I went directly to my room and 
shut the door.  This was an old house and it had been converted 
into a country inn and surprisingly, we did have connecting rooms.  
The proprietor had explained that these two rooms had originally 
been the master bedroom and the nursery.  


XXXXXXXXXX

HOPKINS INN
HOPKINS ROAD
WARREN, CT

Minutes later I was naked and reclining in the huge claw-footed tub 
in the room.  I lightly ran the washcloth over my stomach and felt 
my nipples bead up into tight points as they hit the cool air.  

I moaned loudly, just wanting to get lost in the relaxation of my 
bath.  I closed my eyes and began to let my mind wander.  
Inevitably, it wandered to my partner.  How long could I go on 
like this before I said or did something stupid.  

He had insinuated that he checked out my body with that hemline 
comment.  I wondered if it were true or if he was just trying to 
placate me because he knew I was upset.

I heard the shower next door and shook my head as a full-blown 
picture of my partner wet and naked sprang up behind my eyelids.  
My hand wandered down my tummy and my fingers played lightly over 
my crisp hair, which I had shaved that morning, leaving just a 
small patch of triangle shaped hair above my crotch.

Before I knew it, my middle finger was diving inside the moist wet 
cavern of my vagina.  I let my hand drag over my clit as I touched 
myself.  I shouldn't be doing this but I couldn't help it.  The 
tension of the last three days had caught up to me and I needed the 
release or I was going to explode.  My free hand pinched my nipple 
lightly and the bolt of sensation that went straight to my womb 
made me gasp and then groan as it spread throughout my abdomen.

I was so caught up in my self-help that I didn't hear Mulder knock. 


XXXXXXXXXX

Something was bothering Scully.  I knew the woman had upset her.  
Charlene Cooley was not at the top of the IQ chart and although her 
body would be considered a treat to some men, she really hadn't 
done a thing for me.  Her butt was too big, her boobs were too big, 
and her hourglass figure, while voluptuous struck me as overdone 
and gaudy.  

I wondered when I had started comparing every woman to my partner.  
Her small upside down, heart-shaped rear end was the cause of many 
boners in the last several years.  Her breasts, perfectly sized for 
her frame, sitting high on her chest were another source of 
fascination for me, right along with her pouty lips and muscular 
legs.  

I knew she hadn't really believed me when I commented on her 
hemlines, but I was telling the truth.  I carefully observed what 
she wore every day and nearly did cartwheels when she wore a low 
cut blouse.  That would precipitate me making excuses all day long 
to stand next to her and try to get a glimpse down her blouse.

The woman was infuriating.  She had no idea how she affected me and 
yet she was so quick to believe that these cheap, trashy women were 
my type.  I wasn't sure whether to be insulted or not.

I got out of the shower, knowing she was wet and naked in the tub 
next door.  I felt my dick stir at the thought as I dried myself.  
I pulled on clean boxer briefs, feeling better for having washed 
off the soot that clung to me like a second skin.

We were here investigating a series of mysterious explosions.  New 
Preston was a small town and had a village at its center that 
boasted a library, several antique shops, a barber, a liquor store, 
and an old textile mill open to the public for tourists, and a 
boys' club.  The residents had eagerly expounded on the vast 
history of the little town and then proudly announced that the 
village had been used to film a scene in one of the Friday the 13th 
movies.  I didn't say so at the time, but I thought they might not 
want to brag about that!

The package store, the library, and Nelson's antiques had all 
experienced explosions in a week.  Before that, the office of the 
textile mill and the barber shop.  The village was slowly being 
destroyed.

We'd checked out the obvious first, having utility companies come 
in to check the power lines, the gas company to check the main gas 
lines, and the oil company to check all the furnaces in the 
structures in the village.  Nothing out of the ordinary had been 
found and only minor repairs had been needed.

The only common denominator in all these incidents was Charlene 
Cooley.  She had been in each of these businesses short minutes 
before the explosions.  She was our first suspect.  After talking 
to her though, we both knew she was too fucking stupid to have 
rigged explosions.  

I was thinking about the case of the Rain King and Holman affecting 
the weather when he was upset over his lady love.  I was thinking 
about the boy who could cause electrical damage when he was upset 
about his teacher.  I thought something similar was going on here 
but we didn't have a clue who it was.  Of course, Scully was still 
looking for a scientific explanation rather than a paranormal one.  
Some things never change.

I heard her moan and ran to the connecting door, knocking sharply.  
There was no response.  I listened carefully for several minutes 
and began to relax when I heard it again.  A loud groan as though 
someone were in pain.  "Scully!" I hollered, trying the door and 
finding it locked.

No answer.  All my carnal thoughts fled as I pictured the worse, as 
I was wont to do.  Images of Scully lying in a pool of blood, 
trying to call to me for help.  Donnie Phaster drawing baths for 
all his victims.  I ran out of my door and tried the door into her 
room from the hallway.  I muttered, "Thank God," as I felt the knob 
twist under my fist.  I shouldered my way into the room and heard 
another groan, "Ohhhh, Goodd."

"Scully!" I called again as I raced to her bathroom.  The door was 
hanging open. 

She cried out, "Mulder!  What the hell are you ..."

Then she froze and so did I.  There she was, sprawled in the claw-
footed tub, dainty little feet propped on the edge on either side 
of the faucet.  Her right hand was buried between her legs.  I 
couldn't tell but thought she must have at least one finger inside 
her.  Her left hand cupped her breast.

The sound of the water slapping gently against the side of the tub 
was the only sound to break the tableau.  She looked like one of 
those old erotic photographs you see of women in the early 20's.

Her firm, round breasts stood up proudly on her chest and her 
nipples were drawn up into tight knots, the areola beaded with 
goose bumps from the cold air.

The breath whooshed out of my lungs as I stared.  Neither of us 
spoke.  She didn't move to cover herself.  In the back of my head 
somewhere I had the fleeting thought that this was strange, but she 
must have been in as much shock as I was.  I realized I was 
standing there in nothing but black, silk boxer briefs and was 
sporting wood as hard as a baseball bat.

I opened my mouth and closed it again, finding nothing to say.  Her 
hand slowly slipped out from between her legs and  I gasped.  "No 
..." I whispered.

Her brow puckered as her hand hung suspended under the water above 
her mons.  Somehow I managed to croak out, "Don't stop ... show 
me."

Her eyes widened with shock, her mouth dropping open.  I could see 
her breaths were shallow and her skin was shining with a fine sheen 
of sweat from the steam in the bathroom and her activities.  

She hesitated but then slid her hand back between her legs.  I 
stepped closer, mesmerized by the sight before me and watched as 
her finger slipped inside.  Her breath shuddered out of her lungs 
as she laid her head back against the side of the tub.

'Oh my God', I thought.  She was really going to do it.  This was a 
fantasy straight out of my lurid dreams about my partner.

Her fingers twisted her nipple gently and she moaned, her eyes 
slamming shut.  I dared another step closer and fell to my knees, 
hands on the edge of the tub.  It occurred to me that I must look 
like a little kid getting my first glimpse of a Playboy Centerfold.  
I knew my eyes were open wide and I didn't want to blink for fear I 
might miss something.  

Her finger moved with increasing speed and her palm circled her 
mons, pressing as she lifted her hips to meet the pressure of her 
hand.  

Her tongue shot out of her mouth to lick her full lips and I 
moaned, my eyes temporarily diverted from her lower half.

Her eyes opened and she looked at me, stopping her ministrations 
and she flushed red from head to toe.  I saw tears in her eyes and 
she whispered, "I can't."

I realized she must be embarrassed and I whispered back.  "Don't be 
embarrassed.  You are so unearthly beautiful, Scully."

She sucked in a short gulp of air, her top teeth catching her lower 
lip.  She made to turn away from me and present me with her back.

My hand shot out caught her shoulder, preventing her from making 
the turn.  She yanked it out of my grip and said, "Please, Mulder.  
Just go!"

I stood and swallowed hard.  I knew somehow that if I walked out of 
here right now, things would never be the same between us.  I 
grabbed a big, fluffy towel from the rack next to the tub and 
unfurled it dramatically, snapping it open.  

She turned her head tentatively and looked at me holding the towel 
up to my chin, arms spread wide.  "Let me ..." I whispered. 

She opened her mouth to protest and I pleaded with her, 
"Pleeaasssee, Scully, just let me ... "  

I didn't know what the hell I was asking for but I didn't want to 
leave with this so awkward.  She slowly brought herself to her 
knees in the water and pulled the plug.  She stood slowly and 
uncertainly.  She stepped gingerly out of the tub and made a grab 
for the towel.  

I immediately wrapped it around her but wouldn't let go of the 
ends.  She turned, putting her back to me and tried to yank it out 
of my hands.  "Mulder!" she cried in exasperation and 
embarrassment.

I didn't say anything.  I just slid my hands to her shoulders and 
began gently wiping her with the towel.  She took a deep breath, 
blowing air through pursed lips.  "What are you doing?" she asked 
in a breathy tone.

"I heard you ... moan ... and I thought you were hurt."

"I mean now."

"I'm drying you off," I stated stupidly as my hands moved to the 
middle of her back, one swiping her there and another grasping her 
towel covered hip.

I could feel a slight tremble under my hands and knew she was 
shaking.  For some reason, that excited me beyond all reason.  I 
stepped into her, pressing my ever-apparent erection into the small 
of her back and slid my hands over her hips and down to the front 
of her thighs, setting my chin on her shoulder.

"Oh!" escaped her lips but nothing more.  I began to swipe the 
towel over her legs, moving slowly inward toward the juncture of 
her thighs.

"Ever hear of knocking?" she asked, trying to sound stern.

"I did knock, Scully.  I called your name too."

"You did?" she asked, sounding confused now.

"That's why I panicked.  You didn't answer."

"I didn't hear ..."

"Jesus, doyouknowhowmuchIwanttotouchyou," I breathed out into her 
ear.

She shivered.  "Do you really or are you just horny from having 
Charlene's boobs in your face all day?" she snapped suddenly.

It was like a slap in the face and I jerked my head off her 
shoulder, feeling the hurt sear through me again.  How little did 
this woman think of me?  She clutched the towel closed at her 
throat as she turned around.  I backed up, leaning my ass on the 
edge of the sink counter.  I looked at the floor, gripping the edge 
of the counter.  

She must have seen the hurt on my face.  "I'm sorry ..." she 
whispered.

I cut her off.  "Do you really think I'm that shallow?" I asked.  
"Do you really think I would use you that way, to slake my lust?  
Just to get my rocks off?" I asked, through clenched teeth.

"No, I don't know why ..."

"Why you said it?" I cut her off.  I lifted my head finally to look 
at her face.  She did look genuinely confused and sorry, realizing 
that she had hurt me.  "Why did you say it, Scully?"

She was silent for long moments and I didn't think she was going to 
answer me.  I finally sighed and pushed myself off the counter and 
turned toward the door.  I had to leave or I was going to say 
something I regretted. 

I took one step and she said softly, "Because I'm scared, Mulder."

I stopped and turned back to her.  "Of me?" I asked.

"No, of US."

I stared at her for a moment and stepped into her, gathering her 
into my arms.  "Don't you know how much you mean to me?  Don't you 
know that I would never hurt you intentionally?  Don't you know I 
could never have something casual with you?"

"I know but, ..."

"But what?"

"We've never talked about this."

"How we feel?" I asked, trying to clarify and make sure we were on 
the same page.

She shook her heard in the affirmative, brushing her nose on the 
bare skin of my chest.  My body shivered at that small touch, 
feeling her breath so close to my skin.

"Is there an US, Scully?" I asked quietly.

She looked up at me and I nearly drown in the dark blue pools of 
her eyes.  "I don't know ... is there?" she answered my question 
with a question.

I decided to bite the bullet.  "I want there to be," I said, my 
voice hitching with emotion.  "I've wanted it for a long time."

She smiled tremulously and whispered again, "Me too."

I thought my heart was going to spin out of my chest, hearing those 
two little words.  I dropped my head and kissed her gently, 
delighting in the little, "Oh!" that escaped her as I rubbed my 
lips back and forth over hers.

My tongue begged entrance at her teeth and she opened her mouth 
allowing me in.  I sank in a whirlwind of sensation, tasting her 
sweet breathe, exploring the inside of her mouth and feeling her 
tongue respond to mine as she relaxed against me and began to kiss 
me back.

My hands slid down to her butt and cupped her, tugging her against 
me.  My dick was rock hard and I swiveled my hips, pressing it into 
her.  I wondered.  Was she still excited from masturbating?
 
She moaned gently into my mouth and pressed back, making me feel 
light headed with arousal.  I gripped her firmly and lifted her off 
the floor.  Her legs wrapped around my waist.


PART 2 (NC-17)
HOPKINS INN
HOPKINS ROAD
WARREN, CT

I turned on shaky legs and walked slowly out of the bathroom and 
made a beeline for her double bed.  I let her down gently and 
crawled in after her. I straddled her hips and stared down at her.  
I leaned down and kissed her neck, nudging her towel out of the way 
as I moved down over her collarbone and to the top of her breasts.  
I nipped lightly and she grunted, "Unnnggg!"

I smiled against her skin and licked the abused area, moving down 
to her nipple and nearly swooning as I took it into my mouth.

"Oh God," she sighed as I suckled gently. 

She reached down between us and palmed my erection through my 
boxers.  I groaned heavily, slightly embarrassed at how little it 
took to reduce me to a pile of goo.  I flung the towel away from 
the front of her body and bucked into her hand.

"Take them off," she said quietly.

I jammed my thumbs into my waistband and yanked my boxers down, 
feeling my erection bob in the cool air and snap up to smack me in 
the stomach.

"Christ Almighty!" she exclaimed.

I smirked at her, unable to stop myself as I watched her stare at 
my rigid manhood and lick her lips.  From what I'd been told, I was 
considered large.  Scully was a small woman and I didn't think 
she'd had sex in a long time, at least, I hoped she hadn't.  I'd 
like to think that I would know if she had.

My fingers made their way between her legs to test her arousal and 
it was my turn to exclaim, "Oh Jesus!" as I felt the soaking lips 
part to my fingers, her foamy excitement cascading over the tips of 
my fingers.  I drew my hand away and tasted her, sucking my finger 
into my mouth.

"God, Mulder," she whispered as she watched me.

I lay down on my stomach and maneuvered her legs over my shoulders.  
"You don't have to ..." she began.

Her words cut off abruptly as I buried my face between her legs, 
making a big swipe of my tongue from her ass to her clit, sucking 
her juices into my mouth and savoring her taste.  She moaned as I 
went to work, dipping my tongue into her velvet walls and 
retreating, only to tease her clit with small fast circles of my 
tongue.

She fisted her hands in the bed covers and threw her head back, 
arching her pelvis into my mouth.  I experimented with different 
places and rhythms till I found the ones that seemed to excite her 
most.  I finally used my fingers and searched the front wall of her 
vagina gingerly until I felt the bumpy patch of skin that signaled 
I'd found her G-spot.  I pressed and twitched my finger over it as 
she cried out, "Oh yes, you're gonna make me ...!"

I wiggled faster and sucked her clitoris into my mouth, sucking and 
swirling my tongue around it.  She shouted, "Oh yeah!" 

I felt the muscles grip my fingers as she spasmed through her 
climax.  I swallowed the jet of fluid that had launched itself onto 
my tongue.  I stilled my hips as I realized I'd been humping the 
mattress unconsciously in an effort to relieve the pressure in my 
now aching cock.

I slid up between her legs and held her gently, my fingers tracing 
the contours of her face as I watched her pant and come down from 
her high.  When she was recovered, she raised her hands to my head 
and pulled me down for a hungry kiss.

Her legs lifted and wrapped around my hips again.  I guided myself 
to her entrance and pushed just the head inside.  The unbearable 
snugness around just the head was so incredible, I almost climaxed 
right at that moment.  I grunted out an unintelligible sound and 
said in a tight voice, "Oh God, don't move."

She smiled and relaxed her muscles.  I took my weight on my 
forearms and elbows and began to apply pressure as soon as I could 
manage it without blowing my load.

Her small, tight pussy vibrated on my shaft and seemed to tug at me 
as I slowly pressed my way inside.  Her hips rotated gently as she 
tried to make herself ready to take me.  

Her internal muscles twitched incessantly as I continued with my 
slow progress of sinking inside.

"Holy shit," I whispered.

She smiled and then moaned.  "Jesus, you're huge," she breathed 
out.

I smiled proudly in spite of the fact that it might not be a good 
thing.  I asked, "Am I hurting you?"

"Nooo!  Keep going."

I nodded and said, "Pull your knees up higher."

She did and I shifted my weight, finally feeling myself sink inside 
completely.  The head of my cock was jabbing into her cervix and 
she moaned in appreciation.


XXXXXXXXXX

I couldn't believe it.  I'd taken all of him.  I'd known in a 
peripheral sort of way that Mulder was well endowed.  However, I 
hadn't realized just how well endowed he was until I saw him in all 
his erect glory.  I could remember seeing him naked and thinking 
that he was large even when flaccid and wondering how big he was 
when excited.

Now I knew.  He was fucking huge.  He had to be over eight inches 
long and his shaft was the thickest I'd ever seen.  He had to be at 
least three inches wide.  I could feel every vein and ridge as he 
sunk slowly inside.  

My hips shifted, begging him for more.  He slid out a mere inch and 
pressed back in.  I groaned, "Oh, you feel so good."

His rough voice rumbled into my ear, "You feel like tight velvet, 
Scully."

He began sliding slowly back out and pushing in fast and hard, 
bottoming out at the wall of my cervix.  I tossed my head and 
moaned unable to believe the sensations that were coursing through 
my body.

I could feel his balls slap against the tender skin of my ass as he 
pushed inside, paused and then retreated slowly, letting his large 
glans pull at the labia before plunging back in. 

I could feel my muscles twitching and the intense tightness as he 
filled me to the brim.  It made every stroke memorable as he took 
me in with his strange rhythm.  The muscles of his stomach rippled 
over my clit each time he retreated, making my muscles quiver and 
try to hold him in.

His hot breath bathed my neck making me shiver.  I muttered, "It's 
even better than I imagined."

His head snapped up to meet my eyes.  I could see the awe and 
reverence in them that he held for me and I was overwhelmed.  He 
kissed me and I could no longer think as he tried to make this 
coupling last.  

His finger tweaked one nipple, pinching gently and rolling it.  It 
felt like it was connected directly to my cunt as I cringed with 
arousal at each gentle pinch.  My climax hit me suddenly and I 
cried out, "Oh God, I'm cuummiinngg!"

He grunted and his long, full strokes sped up as my stretched walls 
gripped him in an endless stream of spasms.  He was breathing 
through clenched teeth and finally took a deep breath as my spasm 
ended.  He was still hard and pushing me wide as he stroked, never 
seeming to tire.  

I could see a fine layer of sweat shining on his upper lip and 
hairline now.  I lifted my head and suckled his lower lip making 
him grunt in appreciation and speed up his stroking.


XXXXXXXXXX

I was finally making love to Scully and the emotions swirling 
inside me were threatening to make me cry they were so intense. 

All my senses were heightened and the hair on my body was standing
on end.  Her climax took me by surprise and I curled my toes and 
tensed all over as I willed myself not to explode inside her.  I 
wanted this to last.  I couldn't let it end yet.

She had lost all hesitation and met my strokes with her hips.  My 
cock felt heavy and my nuts ached from non-release.  The ache was 
delicious though.  I couldn't help speeding up though.  She was so 
fucking tiny and I felt like my cock was ripping her tiny twat 
apart with every stroke. 

I was quite simply having the fuck of a lifetime.  I knew that I 
had an easier time holding back when I was on my back and so I 
paused and rolled us over.

She straddled me without hesitation, putting her hands on my 
shoulders and began to ride with enthusiasm.  I tugged her down so
I could suck and nip at her engorged nipples, loving the little 
squeaking sounds she was making in the back of her throat.

"Ooo, ooo, ooo," she crooned with every stroke.  She tilted her 
pelvis and leaned back away from my mouth.  Her hands reached 
behind her to rest on my thighs and she worked herself up and down 
my shaft.  I watched as I disappeared inside her eager body over 
and over.  

I reached up and rubbed my thumb sideways over her clit, trapping 
it against our joining.  She shouted, "Oh Jesus, again.  Oh Jesus, 
Mulder, I'm gonna come again!"

I pressed hard on her clit and thrust up inside her with all my 
strength.  She shouted and began to come again.  I could see the 
pleasure ripple over her as she rode out her tremors, her thighs 
vibrating against my hips.  I couldn't believe how responsive she 
was and that I was one giving her this pleasure.  

My hands went to her waist and she writhed in my grip, jerking her 
hips as she kept me embedded.  She finally flopped forward and I 
held her tight to my chest as I bucked up into her feeling my balls 
tingle and coil in their final pitch for a home run.

I bellowed in ecstasy as my balls blew hard stinging ropes of cum 
up my shaft.  I flooded her as my cock swelled and ejaculated hard.  
I ground myself into her, cupping her ass in a bruising grip as I 
bucked, lifting her clear off the bed.   

My drained body collapsed in a boneless heap with naked Scully 
sprawled on my chest.  I was still inside as I felt myself 
deflating, and was loath to leave the warm haven of her body.

She sighed deeply and shifted her weight.  I could feel our
combined juices pouring out around my dick and coating our thighs 
and the bed.  My cock slipped out of her and I dumped her 
unceremoniously onto her side, turning to face her and stare at her
flushed face.

"That was incredible, Scully."

She became serious too and said, "Yes, it was.  God, Mulder ..."

"I know," I said.  "Are you all right?"

"Yeah.  This is going to be tough."

"Being with me?" I asked.

"No, I mean having a relationship like this."

"I didn't find that too difficult."

"You know what I mean."

"Yeah, I do, but we can make it work, Scully.  I know we can.  
We've solved much bigger puzzles."

She smiled.  Looking sated, and then leaned into to kiss me gently.  
Our lips were rubbery and swollen and played over each other in 
languid dance.  She hummed, "Mmmmm."

She pulled back and asked, "Did you really think something was 
wrong when you barged in here earlier?"

"Yes.  I was scared."

I pulled her to me and we cuddled up close, her nose close to mine 
on the pillow.  "I really wasn't sure you looked at me that way, 
but God, Mulder.  The look on your face when you came into that 
bathroom."

I smiled at her.  "Silly woman.  I've always looked at you that 
way."

"Really?"

"Really.  You're so beautiful to me.  And you had no reason to be 
jealous of Charlene.  I haven't wanted anyone but you for a long, 
long time."

"I wasn't jealous!" she said automatically. Then she looked 
sheepish for a minute and said, "Well, maybe a little."

I smiled.  "You are a classy lady, Dana Scully.  After you, no one 
else could compare."

"I was more ... pissed of that she could come on to you and I 
didn't feel like I could.  Every time a woman comes on to you, I 
would get so mad."

I kissed her again and as our lips parted, I said softly, "I love 
you, Scully.  Only you."

She sniffled and cupped my head in her hands. "I love you too, 
Mulder."

We kissed again, feeling the hunger rise up again.  She finally 
pushed me away before it could get out of hand and said, "I'm 
hungry.  How about dinner downstairs in the restaurant?"

"You're on."  I paused.  "Can I stay with you tonight?"

She was quiet a moment and then said, "I guess it would be silly to 
be in separate beds now."

"I'd just be wondering what you were doing over here all by 
yourself."

She blushed.  "Guess you already know that."

I looked at her.  "I always wondered if you masturbated."
 
"Of course I do, but I usually tried not to do it on the road."

We were quiet a moment and then I asked, "Were you thinking about 
me?"

She licked her lips.  "Yes, I was."

"Oh God," I groaned and leaned in to kiss her again.

She pushed me away after a brief tangle of lips and said, "If you 
keep that up, we'll never get to eat."

"Would that be so bad?"

"I need to keep my strength up," she deadpanned.

I chuckled and sat up, swinging my legs over the side of the bed.  
"Slave driver."

She tossed a pillow at my back and said, "Go get dressed."

I didn't bother picking up my boxers, but strode naked to the door, 
the idea of leaving my boxers on her floor was tantalizing somehow.  
I could feel her eyes searing into my backside as I walked away.  

My dick was sticky and laying heavy against my thigh as I felt it 
stir knowing she was watching me.  

I turned at the connecting door after unlocking it and said, "See 
you in a few."

"Yeah."

I smiled at her and opened the door, not looking back.  I closed it 
gently behind me and went to my suitcase, pulling out the casual 
chinos and golf shirt I toted with me in case I wanted casual 
clothes.

I always brought extra boxers, thank God, and I grabbed a pair of 
those too.  After retreating to the bathroom, I jumped into the 
shower for the second time that evening and rinsed off the sweat 
and residue of our lovemaking.  I would have loved to lay around in 
that smell for a while but it wouldn't do to go to dinner smelling 
that way!

I got out and quickly dried off, slipping into my clothes, anxious 
to get back to her. 

I looked at myself in the mirror. My eyes were bright and my lips 
swollen.  I felt flushed and invigorated.  

It hit me suddenly.  I'd made love to Scully.  She'd said she loved 
me.  Scully loved me.  My whole body started to tingle and I knew 
I'd never felt this kind of elation before.

Scully was in love with me.  I had to be the luckiest bastard in 
the entire world.  I wanted to solve this case quickly and get back 
home.  My mind was already racing forward to all the ways I wanted 
to make love to her, and the places I wanted to do it; my couch, 
her bed. 

My sex stirred again and I splashed some cold water on my face.  I 
at least had to get through dinner.  If I kept thinking like this, 
I'd be groping her under the dinner table.  

I smiled wickedly and combed my hair.  I could touch her now.  I 
felt like my life was just beginning.



PART 3 (NC-17)
HOPKINS INN
DINING ROOM

Christ, I was in heat.  Or that's the way it felt.  The searing 
looks he was shooting at me throughout dinner were making me squirm 
in my seat.  His thoughts were written clearly on his face and all 
of them were naughty.  I'd been flushed and unsettled throughout 
dinner, wondering what he had in store for me.

I'd always wondered what it would be like to be the focus of all 
Mulder's sexual attention.  I had a feeling I was about to find 
out.  It was more than a little scary.  I hoped I wouldn't 
disappoint him.  Then again, I might surprise him.  I could be 
pretty adventurous myself.

I could already feel the soreness between my legs.  He'd really 
given me a work out.  It had been so long and he had stretched me 
to the absolute limit.

The dull ache in my crotch was like an itch that begged to be 
scratched.  Just thinking about that enormous hard on he'd had for 
me made me flood myself with an embarrassing amount of wetness. 

He leaned close and whispered into my ear, breaking me out of my 
reverie.  "I can smell you, Scully.  It's driving me crazy."

I gasped and looked up.  I was immediately snagged by his gaze as 
he stared into my eyes.  "I ... sorry ..." I sputtered.

A slow smile spread across his face.  "Don't be sorry.  Do you have 
any idea what it does to me to know that I excite you?"

"I have some idea.  Probably the same thing it does to me to know I 
excite you."

"Are we done here?" he asked, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Yes," I said a little too quickly.

He chuckled and pulled out his credit card, waving to the waitress.  
She brought our bill and took his card.  His leg bounced in an 
uncharacteristic display of impatience as he waited for her to 
return.

He scribbled his name and nearly threw the bill at the waitress as 
he stood up and took my hand, yanking me out of my chair.  I had to 
trot to keep up with his long legged strides as towed me through 
the dining room and into the hallway.  

Once out of sight, we walked briskly, nearly running up the stairs 
to our room.  There was no elevator in this old inn.  He fumbled 
with the key to his room, finally getting it open.  He shouldered 
his way in, pulling me in after him and slamming it behind us.  He 
pinned me to the door and took my mouth under his in a hot, hungry 
kiss. 

He nuzzled my neck and growled, "I have to have you again."

"Oh God, Mulder, I don't know if ..."

He pulled back and said, "Are you all right?"  He was suddenly 
concerned.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"You sure?"

"I'm gonna be sore," I admitted.

"I'm sorry, Scully.  God, I did hurt you?"

"No! Not the way you think, Mulder.  It's just been a while and 
you're ... uh ... well endowed."

He licked his lips and took a deep breath.  He stepped back from me 
and said, "I understand."  He was clearly disappointed and I knew, 
trying to rein in his arousal.

I stepped back into him and put my arms around his neck.  His hands 
landed gingerly on my waist.  "There's more than one way to skin a 
cat, Mulder."

I watched as realization dawned on him and he said, "O.K.  What 
would you suggest, Agent Scully?"

"You, naked, on the bed," I commanded.

"Yes, Ma'am!" He saluted me and backed up and began to strip.  I 
watched, amused as he said, "You too, lady."

I began to peel my clothes off, watching him as he nearly ripped 
his clothes off in his eagerness.  When he was naked, I was stunned 
anew at the size of him.  Christ, I couldn't believe he'd fit all 
that inside me.  No wonder I was sore!

"Where do you want me?" he asked. 

"That's a loaded question," I teased. 

He smiled wide and said, "Well?"

"On your back in the middle of the bed."

He obeyed without question, bouncing slightly as he laid back.  I 
smiled at his eagerness and crawled up onto the bed.  I draped 
myself over him and started at his lips, kissing my way down his 
body.

He squirmed and moaned as I licked his neck and moved to his 
nipples, then moving down to lap at his rib cage and poke my tongue 
into his navel.  I caressed his legs, feeling the crisp leg hairs 
tease my palms.

I finally sat between his legs and went where he wanted me the 
most.  The guttural groan that came from the back of his throat 
when my mouth first slipped over the swollen head of his cock sent 
a shiver through me.  I had dreamed of affecting him, exciting him 
this way.  It was thrilling to know that I could make this sexy 
creature helpless with arousal.

Giving a blowjob was the ultimate in control for the woman.  It was 
one of the reasons I'd always loved doing it.  In other areas, I 
wasn't so sure of myself, had even felt inadequate most of the 
time. But when a hard, pulsing cock was in my mouth, I knew I owned 
him.  And it was no different with Mulder.

I didn't want him to ever look at another woman.  I wanted him to 
know that he never needed to go anywhere else to have his needs 
fulfilled.  I intended to overcome whatever hesitations I'd had in 
the past and be the sexual partner he needed me to be.

His shaft was hot and pulsing as I sucked him eagerly with my 
hungry mouth.  My tongue tortured the bottom of his cock and my 
hand took care of the portion I couldn't fit in my mouth.  I let 
him stretch my lips wide as he bucked into me, unable to help 
himself.

I moaned and let the vibrations wash over him, feeling him tense 
underneath me. My free hand went between my legs and I heard him 
groan as he saw me begin to play with myself.  Apparently, that 
really did something for him!

With practiced ease, I worked my clit and pussy lips until I felt 
myself shudder as my orgasm spread through my womb.  He touched my 
shoulder, warning me, "Scul ... gonna ... come!"

I sucked harder, letting him know it was all right with me.  

He shouted in surprise, "Oh God, you'll swallow?"

I didn't answer, figuring it was a rhetorical question.  I lifted 
my hand, wet with my juices, and cradled his balls in my hand, 
gently rolling them through my fingers.

"Oh yes, Scully!  Oh God, here it comes!"

I felt a mighty pulse in his shaft, felt him stiffen even further 
and then he screamed as the first blast of sperm shot into my mouth 
like a ball from a cannon.

"Oh fuck, yeah, Scully!  Oh that's so good! Oh God, yes, take it 
all!"

He thrust into my mouth and then fell back to the bed as his 
ejaculations died down. I'd had to swallow twice, but I hadn't lost
any.  It was salty and musky and I didn't mind the taste at all.  I
swirled my tongue around him to clean up any residue and finally 
let him slip out of my mouth with an audible pop.

He groaned and gripped my shoulders, hauling me up his body to 
sprawl on his chest again.  He kissed me, probably tasting himself, 
but didn't hesitate.

He panted slightly and said, "Give me a second and I'll return the 
favor."

"No need."

"I want to."

"I came, Mulder."

"I know, but ..."

"I'm sleepy.  Let's go to sleep.  I'll take a rain check."

He smiled and said, "It's a deal.  That was fabulous, Scully."

"You're welcome," I teased.

"Thank you.  I was so bummed when I thought I couldn't be with you 
again."

"I could tell," I said, amusement obvious in my voice.

"I would have been a gentleman," he pouted.

"I know you would have, but that's not what I wanted."

He hugged me tighter and kissed the top of my head as I cuddled up 
to his side and laid my head on his chest.  

He sounded slightly disbelieving when he said, "I can touch you 
now."

I grinned into his chest, kissing his skin lightly.  "Yes, you 
can," I murmured.

"I dreamed, but I never thought I'd actually get to be with you 
this way."

"Ditto."

"We wasted a lot of time, Scully ... being afraid."

"I know, but that's over now.  Don't dwell on the past.  Let's just 
make up for lost time."

"Got my vote," he joked.

I snuggled up closer to him and laid my hand over his stomach.  His 
arm tightened around my back and then his hand slid down to cup my 
ass.  "I love your ass."

"I'm glad," I muttered, sleep already staring to claim me.

He squeezed gently and said, "I'm going to hold your ass all 
night."
 
I chuckled.  "Be my guest."

He squeezed again and as I drifted off to sleep I heard him murmur, 
"I can really touch you."

THE END.