From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org Date: 14 Jan 2002 00:33:45 -0000 Subject: Relentless (1/1), NC-17 by Rafferty Source: direct Reply To: rafferty@highstream.net TITLE: Relentless (1/1) AUTHOR: Rafferty FEEDBACK: rafferty@highstream.net RATING: NC-17 for sexual situations (Yeah, Baby!) CATEGORY: MSR SPOILERS: Je Souhaite, Per Manum, Small Potatoes KEYWORDS: SAR, First Time ARCHIVE: Please email me so I'll know where it's going DISCLAIMER: Only mine in my dreams. No money being made - don't sue. SUMMARY: Another agent approaches Mulder about dating Scully, prompting Mulder to present Scully with an alternative option. NOTES: Huge thanks to my wonderful betas Tess, who has become my combination cheerleader/hand-holder/therapist, and Marie Endres, who very generously offered to lend her expertise to a rookie. You ladies rock! Warning: No deep thoughts here. Just a little romance and nookie. FEEDBACK: Means waaay more than you realize. Please let me know whether or not you liked it. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Relentless (1/1) By Rafferty X-Files Office Hoover Building Friday 6:00 pm Scully has already gone home for the day and I am hanging around at the office for lack of anything better to do. Currently I am reading a file that Skinner handed to me this afternoon. I can't believe they pay me to do this. I allow my imagination to run rampant over all the possible scenarios of how one might lose one's mouth. I notice movement in the doorway and look up to see Agent Culver approaching my desk. I am immediately suspicious. Culver works in Pathology and seems to get along with Scully pretty well, but for me he is an acquaintance at best. Just now he's looking like a man with a mission as he seats himself uninvited in a chair beside my desk. "You mind if I have a word with you, Agent Mulder?" I study him carefully, working up an impromptu profile based on what little I know about him and his current body language. He is educated, well spoken, and apparently has at least a modicum of Scully's trust judging by the way she usually seems pretty relaxed around him. He's probably in his mid-to-late thirties, and the way he is sitting back with his elbows on the armrests and his fingers loosely laced in front of him tells me he's trying to give the impression that this will be a casual conversation. For the life of me, I can't come up with any reason Culver would need to see me. "Make yourself comfortable," I finally respond. Culver runs a hand over his five o'clock shadow as he scans the various paraphernalia on the office walls, then focuses on me once again. "I'm considering asking Dana out." Jesus, this guy doesn't beat around the bush, does he? "I've heard the rumors about the two of you, although I have yet to see evidence to support the rumors myself." His gaze is level and unwavering on mine as he continues. "I'm here to ask you if the two of you are involved. I wouldn't want to step on any toes." He wants to date Scully. Excuse me - *Dana*. It's all I can do not to blurt out, 'Fuck off'. It dawns on me he must have a little more than Scully's trust if he is comfortable enough to ask her out. Is she aware of his interest? My body hardens into fight mode as I wonder if she will welcome his attention. My tone is cold and slightly threatening. "Scully's personal life is her own business. You should be talking to her about this." We have a silent conversation with our eyes. He is challenging me for Scully, and even though she is not mine and never has been, I refuse to make this easy for him. Eventually he says, "I'll do that." His gaze never leaves mine as he rises. "Thank you for your time, Agent Mulder." I watch as he nonchalantly exits my office. Well, that was... interesting. My paranoia-prone mind is suddenly on alert, wondering what conversations they have had, if he's flirted with her, if she's flirted back. Does she want to date him? Surely not. Even though we have never discussed it, *we* have something. It's just a matter of time. Besides, we just tried to make a child together. I shut down my computer and haphazardly grab files to take home with me, fervently hoping that this will be the last I ever have to hear of one Agent Culver. I really should have known better. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Saturday Night I have just finished my usual single-girl dinner of Lean Cuisine when I hear a familiar knock at my door and smile. In the last few months, Mulder has gotten into the habit of showing up at my doorstep on weekends when we're in town. He's actually done this for years, but he would always bring a file or a newspaper article as an excuse to come over. Now he doesn't even pretend to have any other reason other than he just wants to spend time with me. It works out for everyone, because I really like spending time away from work with him too. I answer the door and tamp down long-denied hormones when I see that he is wearing all black. I've thought it a million times before. He's just all man, from his unruly hair to his bony feet. "Hey, Scully," he says as I move out of his way so he can enter my apartment. As he walks past me, I get a whiff of his unique, masculine scent. I am so conditioned to it after all these years that I automatically walk into the cloud behind him, trailing after him like Pavlov's dog. I know. I'm pathetic. My only defense is that I am at the peak of my sexual prime and haven't had anything but my own hands and the vibrator I keep hidden in a plain paper bag at the top of my closet in eight years. That's right - eight. Years. I get us both a beer and we make ourselves comfortable on my couch. I lean my head against the back of the couch and tilt it his direction. He is looking at me and I notice something in his eyes. I would swear it's distrust I see there, except I know when I left the office yesterday he was fine and I've done nothing to piss him off since, so that can't be it. "So, what's on the agenda tonight, Mulder?" "I was thinking we could just talk tonight." Okay, now I'm starting to get seriously uneasy. The last time Mulder wanted to 'just talk,' I ended up nearly sharing a lip-lock with a morphing tail-boy. "Wait a minute. Tell me something only the two of us know so that I'll know this is really you." He grins. We have never really discussed my experience with Eddie Van Blundht but he has read my report so he knows instantly why I am suspicious. "Does 'Nobody down here but the FBI's most unwanted' ring a bell?" I smile in relief. Yep. This is my Mulder, all right. "Okay, let's talk." Mulder is quiet for a moment, thinking. I wait patiently, knowing instinctively he already has a topic for conversation in mind. Finally, he says, "I had a talk with Agent Culver yesterday." Ah oh. That can't be good. I look down at my hands in my lap as the implications of that statement race through my head. When I lift my head to look at him again, I see that he is smiling indulgently at me. "I'm almost afraid to ask, Mulder." He lets out a small chuckle, then assures me, "Don't worry. We were both on our best behavior." He studies me closely, those hazel eyes searching my own for truths I am not prepared to reveal. "He informed me that he's interested in asking you out." I don't know what to say. I am very aware that Luke Culver has an interest in me. In the past few weeks, he's been feeling me out, so to speak, trying to gauge whether or not I would be open to seeing him. He's intelligent, has a good sense of humor, and is very easy on the eyes. If I could get my partner out of my head for even one minute, I have no doubt that I'd return his interest. "He asked if you and I are involved." Jesus, that guy's got balls. And what the hell was he thinking to approach Mulder about this? I think I'm in shock because I'm having trouble forming sentences, and I can tell Mulder is carefully cataloguing any reaction I have to this news. Finally, I rediscover speech. "What did you tell him?" "I told him your personal life was your business, and that he should be asking you about it instead of me." I nod. It is my business. At least it would be if I had a personal life. Which I don't. Mulder dips his head in that adorable way he has of trying to get my attention. "Do you mind if I ask what you're going to say to him?" I mull over all the possible responses, knowing that my answer carries more weight than it should. If Mulder had an inkling of how I really feel about him, have felt for years, he'd have ditched me and gone into the Witness Protection Program long ago. Eventually, I decide to play it safe. "The truth. We're not involved." I'm pretty proud of the way I said that as if I believed it. I don't think Mulder likes my answer because the humor has left his expression, to be replaced by a very serious countenance. His voice is low and gentle when he speaks. "I don't mean to hurt you when I say this, Scully... but if things had worked out, you'd be carrying my child right now. If that had happened, would your answer be different?" Now I have caught the somber mood. The wound on my heart from our failed IVF attempt is still so raw. It's true that I'm not carrying his child right now. And I'd give everything I have to be able to honestly say that I am. This conversation has taken a very serious turn, and I weigh my response carefully. "When we agreed on our... arrangement, you were only doing me a favor, Mulder. I understood that." There is pain in his eyes now. He tenderly swipes a strand of hair off my forehead. "It wasn't just a favor, Scully. When I agreed to try to have a child with you, I made a commitment to you. And even though it didn't work, the intentions behind that commitment are still there." Did Mulder just say 'commitment'? Where was I when this happened? He can't be trying to tell me what it sounds like. Just the idea that he might be leaves me breathless and shaky. "What are you saying, Mulder?" His gaze never leaves mine as he takes a deep breath and exhales on a sigh. "What I'm trying to say is that I *am* involved." Oh my God. "I just wanted you to know that before you make your decision on whether or not you want to date Culver. The last thing in the world I would want to do is make you uncomfortable with me or drive you away." He pauses for a moment and I struggle to calm my racing heart so I can hear over the blood pounding through my head. "But you should know that you have options. And I'm one of them." I am speechless. The man who stole my heart years ago has just admitted that he wants to be with me, and I'm sitting here with my mouth hanging open like a fish. "Mulder... I don't know what to say." "You don't have to say anything, Scully. If you start seeing him and we never speak of this again, I'll understand. I just want you to think about it. That's all I'm asking." I nod mutely, which is all I'm capable of at the moment. He smiles at me affectionately and his eyes start to twinkle. Apparently my paralysis amuses him. The man thrives on keeping me off-balance. "I'm going home now. See you Monday morning, okay?" He needs reassurance that we're fine, so I nod stupidly again. I have to force myself to blink because my eyes are drying out. I follow him numbly to the door and stare at the grain of the trim as he dons his jacket. He turns to me and places a finger underneath my chin to tilt my face up to him. "Don't let this come between us, Scully." The very thought scares my throat into action. "Of course not," I whisper huskily. After he leaves, I close the door quietly behind him and rest my forehead against the cool wood of the doorframe as I try to regain my bearings. I haven't had a real date in eight years. Now, suddenly I have 'options'. It's either famine or feast around here. And I've been starving for years. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX The Following Thursday Evening Mulder's Apartment We spent most of this week in Missouri, apparently in the presence of a genie. I, for one, remain skeptical, but the way Mulder's face lights up when he tells me she granted him three wishes makes me want to believe. I ask him what his third wish was, and he gives me a once-over that makes warmth pool in my lower abdomen and causes every hair on my body to stand up in awareness. I swear, Mulder radiates sensuality from every pore. I try very hard not to, but can't seem to restrain myself from watching his hand as it gracefully brings his beer bottle to his mouth. Those hands have held me, comforted me, stroked my face... even starred in a few forbidden daydreams I have had throughout the years. I feel like I know those hands intimately. Time seems to slow to a crawl as I watch his lips purse to press against the mouth of the bottle. His lips are so full, so soft. I imagine nibbling on the lower one for a moment before I become distracted by his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows. Is it suddenly warm in here, or is it just me? I drag my eyes away from him and take a healthy swallow of my own beer to cool the fire spreading throughout my veins. Please, God. Don't let this beer make me need to belch. We watch Caddyshack, and it's just as crude and banal as I remember. The things I do for this man. We haven't discussed our conversation from last Saturday night all week. It's been business as usual, except now Mulder flirts with me less often, and when he does, it takes on a whole new meaning. I have been thinking almost constantly about his proposal. When I try to picture what we would be like together, I only come up with vague impressions of Mulder wreaking havoc on my life, me being constantly off-balance, and lots and lots of sex. Long, hairy legs tangled with mine and the sheets on my bed. His low, sexy voice in my ear urging me to do wonderfully wicked things. And long, slow, wet kisses that turn my knees into rubber and my brain to mush. I have *got* to get a grip. During my thinking this week, I have had several questions come to mind. Why now? We've been this close for years, so why has he waited so long? If Luke hadn't talked to him, would this have never come up? Is he doing this because he thinks I might leave our work or our friendship if I enter into a relationship with Luke? The movie is over, the television is off, and the tape is rewinding. This seems like the perfect time to get some answers. "Are you tired, Mulder?" "It's only eleven, Scully. You know my bedtime isn't until around two." "Do you mind if we talk for a while?" "Of course not." He knows I have something on my mind, and is waiting patiently for me to bring it up. "We've never really talked about this, but do you remember what happened just before that bee stung me in your hallway and I ended up in Antarctica?" He looks down for a moment and raises a hand to toy nervously with his earlobe. When he raises his eyes back to lock on mine, he is as serious as I have ever seen him. "I told you that you have saved me a thousand times, and that I didn't want to do this alone." His eyes drop briefly to my lips before he continues. "Then I was about to kiss you when you got stung." Okay, so I didn't imagine it. I've never really been sure, considering what happened, or rather what didn't happen, afterward. We're both silent for a moment, looking into each other's eyes as we relive that moment in the hallway. "You think I was just trying to make a play for you to get you to stay." He says this as a statement, not a question. And he's right. Considering nothing ever came of it, that *is* what I think. "I have to admit that's the conclusion I've drawn." His voice is now filled with conviction. "I meant every word I said to you that day, Scully. Sometimes it frightens me how much I need you in my life. And as for the kiss... at that moment, all I wanted to do was crawl inside you and never see the light of day again." While I'm stumbling over that revelation, a slight smile tilts the corners of his mouth and he adds, "Your mouth seemed like a good place to start." I can't help but laugh a little. He sobers as he continues. "But after we got back, I remembered something that has never really left my mind in all the years we've known each other. I was... close to someone that I worked with before. When we tried to make it more personal, it didn't work out, and I ended up losing a friend and a partner." His tone becomes very soft, and I feel tears threatening. "It would kill me if that happened to us, Scully." I have to say this. I've wanted to for years. "I'm not Diana, Mulder." His eyes peruse my face adoringly as he says, "No, you're not. You're in a category all your own." Now it's my turn to confess. "I'm not going anywhere. I need you in my life too." Then I force indifference into my voice so I won't appear so pathetic. "So, if that talk we had Saturday night was precipitated by your fear of losing me, you can withdraw your offer now and I'll understand. Really." He doesn't even pause before he responds. "I'm not withdrawing my offer, Scully. I've finally convinced myself that it's our time. And you know how stubborn I can be once I latch onto an idea." I smile at him. "'Stubborn' seems like such a mild term to describe you." Now he leers at me and I have to roll my eyes and laugh at what he says next. "How about adorable? Irresistible? Sexy?" "I was thinking more along the lines of pig-headed, single-minded, and relentless." He raises a hand to cover his heart as he says, "Ouch." "But I find it remotely plausible that someone might think you're adorable, irresistible, and sexy," I tease. "Are you coming on to me, Scully?" I never can win these verbal flirting skirmishes. "That's my cue to retreat to my apartment." "Chicken." I stand and begin to put on my jacket. "I prefer to call it caution." He walks me to the door and says, "Call it what you want, Scully. But we both know that you want me." I roll my eyes again. I think 'relentless' describes him perfectly. We say our goodbyes and as I climb into my car, I look up at his apartment window. He has watched to ensure that I made it to my car safely. He always does. I won't let him escort me out because that would imply that I can't take care of myself, so he does what he can, and watches. I drive home on automatic pilot, thinking of our conversation tonight - finally getting the answers to questions I have had for years. The answers appease me; reassure me that Mulder's heart is in the right place. So, I make my decision, the one I knew I would make all along. Now I just have to screw up the courage to act on it. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX X-Files Office Hoover Building Friday 5:00 pm Scully's phone rang earlier and she tossed me a casual, "I'm going to Pathology," on the way out the door. That was an hour ago. One of the longest hours of my life. I've run out of pencils to chuck at the ceiling. I've gnawed my way through a half-a-bag of sunflower seeds, on which I am blaming my current nausea. How the hell long does it take to say 'No', anyway? I was sure last night that Scully had made a decision to give us a try. During the past hour, my confidence has slowly dwindled to the point that now I am positive she has chosen Culver. If so, we may have a problem. I don't think I'm going to be okay with this. The thought of watching her fall in love with someone else makes me want to shoot something. Repeatedly. I have to get out of here. If I sit here any longer I'm going to go insane, so I hastily scribble a note for Scully and make an uncharacteristically timely exit. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Friday 7:45 pm I went home and showered the smell of the pathology lab away, changing into jeans and a fitted top before climbing back in my car to head over to Mulder's place. He had left a note on my desk that read, 'Couldn't stand the suspense, going home early. Call me - M'. I know he is anxiously awaiting the verdict of my conversation with Luke, and I am nearly giddy with excitement that my decision has been made, I've gently turned Luke down, and I am free to pursue a deeper relationship with Mulder. As I pull up to his building and park, my cell phone rings. "Scully." "Scully, it's me." He sounds tense. Agitated. I feel my euphoria slip away leaving dread in its place. "Is something wrong, Mulder?" "Listen... we have to talk. I think I may have lied to you before." Oh, no. Don't do this to me, Mulder. He's backing out. Again. I begin to plot the various maneuvers I will use when I kick his ass. And now I have tears in my eyes. I am *not* going to cry. He exhales on a very audible sigh before going on. "I know I told you that if you decided to start seeing Culver that I would be okay with that. But, the thing is... I'm not okay with it." His voice is deep and vulnerable and his next words squeeze my heart like a sponge. "I can't watch you fall in love with someone else, Scully." I sit down on the steps outside his building and take a deep breath to calm the shaking left in my body from the adrenaline rush he has just put me through. My prediction was accurate. He's already wreaking havoc in my life, and I've been off-balance since the night he told me I have 'options'. The only thing missing here is the wild sex, but I'm sure we'll get to that fairly soon if I have any say in the matter. "Mulder, I turned him down. I told him that I'm already involved with someone." He is silent for a moment as he processes this information. Eventually, I hear him say hoarsely, "Really?" I smile at his insecurity. "Yes. Really." Now I can hear the smile in his voice when he asks softly, "Does this mean what I think it means?" "Yeah. It's just you and me. If you still want me." He is silent for a moment and I hold my breath, waiting for his answer. When he finally speaks, his voice is gravelly and deep and sends shivers down my spine. "I'm coming over." "That's not necessary, Mulder. I'm right outside your building." "Then get up here, Scully." "Oooh. I love it when you get demanding, Mulder," I tease. I hear his deep chuckle just before I disconnect. I'm already breathless so I take the elevator instead of the stairs as I normally do. As I walk down the hallway to his door, I have a flashback of one of our most tender moments, played out right here in this spot. The memory makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside and fills me with anticipation. I barely get to rap out one knock before Mulder opens the door. We stand there staring at each other for a long moment. His hair is still slightly damp from a shower and he's wearing old, faded Levi's that cup his body like a lovers hand, and a solid black long-sleeved t-shirt that makes him look dangerous. His feet are bare and somehow tanned, and I must have it bad because I find them absurdly sexy. He looks good enough to eat. I stand in the hallway patiently as he first stares at my face as if he's memorizing it, then trails his gaze down my body on a slow, thorough journey that leaves heat everywhere it lands. Oh, yeah. This is going to be so good. When his eyes finally make their way back up to mine, he reaches a hand out to me and I take hold of it. Then, he draws me inside the apartment, right up to his body as he reaches around me to close the door. The silence in his apartment surrounds us as he gently cradles my face in his hands. "Are you sure about this, Scully?" he whispers. As I look into those bottomless hazel eyes, I realize I've never been so sure of anything in my life. "Yes. I want this, Mulder." We share a mutual moment of silent communication, the electricity crackling between us becoming a living, breathing entity. He only gives me a moment to realize and adjust to his intent before he lowers his head and presses his lips against mine. He brushes back and forth a couple of times and his scent and his heat and the spell he is creating surround me. My head starts to spin, so I brace myself by pressing my hands against his chest. He tilts his head a bit more and I feel the tip of his tongue curl around my upper lip. The air rushes out of me in surprise at the erotic sensation, and he moans in response. It's my turn to moan when his tongue seeks out mine and we begin a languid dance in the dark, intimate space created by our joined mouths. The taste of him leaves me feeling drunk. He tastes dark and sweet and delicious, just as I always suspected. I let him take the lead, and he keeps our movements slow and sensual. His hands leave my face and smooth down my back, one curving around my waist to pull me closer, the other cupping my rear and pulling me up against him high enough that my toes are barely touching the floor. I wrap my arms around his neck in an attempt to get even closer to him. I feel a hard ridge pressing against my lower abdomen, and my body starts to swell and melt in response. We make love with our mouths for what seems like forever, then the kiss starts to turn more aggressive. I can feel how hard his muscles are against me. I hang on for the ride, and realize that I, too, am feeling the urgency. I want to surround myself with him, run my hands all over his body. Reason and sanity flee when he walks me two steps backward and I feel the cool plane of the door press against my back. This is getting out of control. I feel like I'm about to step off a cliff. I've always known I would follow Mulder anywhere. XXXXX Mine. She's mine. That's the only thought in my head as we do our best to crawl inside of each other. She is the only woman in the world as far as I'm concerned, and I am so grateful and humbled that she has chosen me. Her mouth is exquisite, so intoxicating that I can't get enough. I am painfully hard and press into her softness in an attempt to assuage some of the need, but it only makes it worse. I am cupping her ass as I pin her to the door, wishing I had six hands right now so I could touch her everywhere at once. She is everything that is womanly to me. Her scent, which I would recognize instantly anywhere, wafts up in waves from the heat of her skin to fill my head with visions of seeking out all the sweet spots on her body where it would be strongest. She splays her fingers through my hair, occasionally scraping her nails against my scalp or tugging to tilt my head to a more advantageous angle. Her body is soft and pliant against mine, rubbing against me just enough to make me crazy. And all the while, she kisses me with a fervor that takes my breath away. A wave of raw and carnal desire streaks through my body, leaving me trembling. I suppress the urge to take her to the floor and bury myself inside her deep and hard. My body screams at me as I tear my mouth away from hers and press my forehead into the coolness of the door beside her head. We are both panting, and my voice is harsh as I struggle to regain control. "Help me, Scully. Tell me to stop." She tucks her face into my neck just below my ear. "I don't want to stop," she whispers raggedly. Jesus. You're not helping here, Scully. I raise my head to look at her. Her pupils are dilated, her skin has a flush to it that I put there, and her bare mouth is red and swollen from my assault. I have never seen her look more beautiful. I search her eyes for any signs of wavering, but she returns my gaze with her own steady and determined one. She's serious. She wants this. I have loved her from afar so hard and for so long that my self- control is nearly non-existent, and I feel I should warn her. "If you let me... if you don't stop me, I'm going to have you, Scully. All of you." A womanly smile spreads across her face. "If I make this easy for you, will you still respect me in the morning?" "Respect. Want. Need. Take your pick." She brushes the hair away from my forehead and her eyes drop briefly to my mouth before returning to mine. "Then make love to me, Mulder." Gotta love a woman who knows what she wants. XXXXX He tells me to wrap my legs around him and I comply, both of us groaning at the intimacy of our new alignment. His eyes never leave mine as he carries me into his bedroom stopping beside the bed. I straighten my legs and he slowly slides me down his body until I am once again standing on my own. Mulder moves away to turn on the lamp and cool air sneaks through the fibers of my clothing, making my skin scream in indignation. He then sweeps the comforter off the bed, scattering the files and newspapers that were resting on it to the floor. He repeats the motion with the remaining flat sheet and blanket, sending them to the end of the bed. I stare mutely at the place he has created for us for our most intimate act together. This is it. We're about to make love. Apparently I think much more clearly when his tongue isn't in my mouth because the reality of what we are about to do has suddenly slammed into me. I still want this, have no intention of changing my mind, but I am not surprised to realize I'm nervous. He sits on the bed in front of me and looks at me so tenderly that I am reminded that this is Mulder - the person who knows me better than anyone on earth, the only man I can even fathom making love to. He is so beautiful. And he makes me feel beautiful. My trepidation fades to the background as my feelings for Mulder overwhelm me. I step between his parted legs until only a couple of inches separate our bodies. His face is only a few inches below mine and I cup it lovingly in my palms. "Do you have any idea how many times I have fantasized about this moment over the years?" One of his brows arches in response and he smiles cockily as his hands steal up my backside, under my shirt, his fingers splaying wide to span the curve of my back. The movement causes a shiver to race through me and his smile becomes even wider when he notices the hard pebbles of my nipples pressing against my shirt. He pulls me against him and begins to nibble on the sensitive spot just under my chin. "You've been secretly lusting after me, huh?" I feel a blush creep up my neck to spread over my face as he kisses a wet path down the front of my throat and around to the side of my neck. "I fantasize about you too. Constantly." My hands roam restlessly through his hair, my fingers instinctively seeking out the warmth of his scalp. I close my eyes and tilt my head to give him better access. I hear a smile in his voice and feel his rumble vibrate against my skin when he says, "I've been semi-hard for seven and a half years." "Mmmm. What a waste." He chuckles just before he bites down on the curve where my neck meets my shoulder. Mmmm. He's a biter. There is a God. His hands snake higher under my fitted shirt, squeezing into what little space there is between the cloth and my shoulder blades. Mulder seems delighted to notice that his actions have caused the opening of my shirt to spread wide, allowing him free access to my upper chest. He nibbles on my collarbone for a moment before tracing the chain of my necklace with his tongue. "You're wearing too many clothes, Scully," he mumbles against the upper swell of one of my breasts. "Then take them off, Mulder." His hands smooth around my ribcage, thumbs massaging my midriff for a moment before he goes to work on the buttons of my shirt, starting at the bottom. I watch as he concentrates on his work, seemingly fascinated with every inch of skin he carefully uncovers. When he's finished with the last button, he slowly peels my shirt down my arms and lets it drop to the floor behind me. I stand before him in my jeans and a white embroidered demi-bra and try not to squirm under his heated gaze. "Beautiful," he breathes in awe as he gently cups one of my breasts in a hand and traces my skin along the scalloped upper edge with his thumb. "Please tell me you don't wear a bra like this to work everyday." What, he doesn't like it? Even *I'm* turned on looking at myself in this bra. "The dress code forces me to wear some pretty plain clothes, Mulder. Wearing pretty underwear reminds me that I'm still a woman." His eyes lock on mine. "Believe me, Scully. Professional clothing can't hide the fact that you're a woman." I arch a brow and tilt a corner of my mouth in response to his compliment. His eyes drop back to my breasts, which now feel hot and huge under the attention. "How am I supposed to get any work done knowing that you're wearing something like this under your suit?" "You're a resourceful man. I'm sure you'll think of something," I say wryly. I suck in my breath when he suddenly pops open the front clasp of my bra. "I'll be thinking of you laying on your back on my desk in nothing but this bra and some remarkably skimpy panties." I have to chuckle at his audacity. My tone is filled with all the sternness I can muster as I inform him, "We are *not* having sex on your desk, Mulder." He peels the bra down my arms and drops it behind me. He reverently skims a thumb over one incredibly hard nipple, then says in a matter-of-fact tone, "On my desk. Against the filing cabinet. In my chair. We're arguing over semantics here, Scully." Then his mouth closes over my nipple and my eyes roll closed from the intense pleasure. His tongue laves against me for a moment, then he begins to suckle in a way that somehow involves his teeth, causing tingling warmth to spread in rhythmic waves throughout my womb. My head falls back limply and he wraps an arm around my waist to keep me upright. After a few moments of this exquisite torture, he turns his attention to my other breast, treating it to the same brand of worship. I clutch at his shoulders, desperately trying to anchor myself in a world suddenly gone topsy-turvy. He raises a hand to toy with the abandoned breast, rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I hear a few low moans and realize the sound must be coming from me, but I don't care. My body is not my own anymore, and I'm just fine with that. Eventually, my knees buckle and he wraps both arms around me and pulls me flush against his body. "Lay down on the bed." I toe off my loafers and crawl into the center of the bed to lie on my back. He is standing beside the bed, his eyes devouring my body from head to toe. I'm surprised I don't spontaneously combust under the heat of his gaze. Finally, he whips his shirt off and flings it aside, then moves to the foot of the bed. "Unfasten your pants, Scully." I do as he asks, then raise my hips to assist as he tugs on the bottom of my jeans, pulling them down my legs and off. He smiles appreciatively at my matching white underwear. They may not be skimpy as requested, but they certainly don't cover much more than the essentials. He places a knee on the bed and hooks his index fingers into my waistband at my sides. "These are sexy as hell, but I don't think I can wait much longer to have you." Then he tugs them down my legs and slings them into a dark corner of the room. I am acutely aware of the fact that I am completely bared before him, wearing nothing but my cross necklace and a blush. Goosebumps appear across my skin as his eyes slowly rake my body from head to toe and I try not to squirm. He places a hand on each of my calves and gently parts my legs, then half-reclines between my thighs. His palm comes to rest possessively over my curls and I feel the heat from it from my neck to my toes. When his gaze meets mine, I am amazed by the intensity of the desire I see in his expression. I close my eyes, overwhelmed by the emotions coursing through me. "Open your eyes, Scully." I obey, focusing on him once again. His gaze stays pinned on mine as he slowly runs his index finger down through the slipperiness of my folds. I squirm a bit and his hand follows my movements. His fingertip circles around my opening and I feel myself swelling, opening like a flower, begging for his entry. A hot pool of lubrication wells from my center and a pleased twinkle appears in his eye as he languidly spreads it around and basically plays in it for a while. Finally, he smoothly glides his finger inside me and leaves it there for a few seconds, allowing my body to adjust to his invasion. My brain screams out that this is Mulder! Touching me! I tell my brain to take a hike and focus on relaxing muscles that haven't been used in so long they might have atrophied. As he very slowly draws his finger back out, I feel more liquid rush out behind it and I moan in surprise. This is ridiculous. I have never been this wet and this turned on in my entire life. I would be embarrassed if he didn't look so pleased by my body's obvious reaction to him. He gets a wicked look in his eyes just before he brings his finger to his mouth, drawing it in to suck on it. I'll never look at that digit quite the same way again. He leans over me to plant a scalding, open-mouthed kiss on my center and I feel his hot breath surround me. "You're delicious, Scully." Glad I could oblige. Now get up here and make love to me, Mulder. He must have heard my telepathic demand because he stands up at the foot of the bed and removes his jeans and boxer briefs in one smooth motion. I am allowed only a moment to study what appears to be a very impressive hard-on before he crawls up my body and carefully distributes his weight on me and on his elbows. I bite on my bottom lip as I absorb the mind-numbing sensation of feeling his skin against mine from head to toe. I've imagined this moment probably a thousand times, yet somehow, I never really guessed how it would really feel - comforting, warm, safe... arousing. My emotions are suddenly close to the surface and I fight them back, unwilling to become a blubbering idiot on Mulder during our first time making love. He is pressing me into the mattress, his rock-hard erection trapped between us, advantageously snuggled directly into the place I need it most. "Did you bring your weapon to bed with us, Mulder, or are you just happy to see me?" He lowers his head to rest next to mine on the pillow as he chuckles. "I think it's safe to say that I'm ecstatic about seeing you right now, Scully." I stretch against him like a cat, rubbing myself against his rigid length. "The feeling's mutual." He raises his head to look at me, an amused twinkle in his eyes. We stare at each other for a moment, as the seriousness of what we are about to do sinks in. His tone is low and quiet when he tells me, "I hope you don't mind if we skip some of the fun stuff. Right now all I can think about is being inside you." I sweep his hair away from his forehead and whisper, "I know how relentless you can be once you latch onto an idea." He curls a hand around the inside of my thigh and pulls it up and out, then settles himself between my legs. I feel the tip of him probing at my slick entrance and realize that the moment is at hand. "Say yes, Scully," he commands in a low voice. "Yes," I whisper. XOXOXO I begin to enter her at an agonizingly slow pace. She takes shallow breaths and keeps her eyes locked on mine as I feel her consciously relax her inner muscles around me. There is a fever inside her - so hot that I think I may go up in flames - and I begin to feel sanity slip away as she envelops my body within her own. As I continue to bury myself further into her depths, she parts her legs more and raises her knees to allow me to penetrate her fully. I have been holding my breath since the moment she said yes, and finally release it on a ragged moan when my entire length is buried within her. She feels tight and alive - fitting me like she was made for me. We lay still and stare into each other's eyes, surrendering to the intimacy of the moment. "I'm inside you, Scully," I whisper with wonder. She caresses my calf with her foot and replies cheekily, "I noticed that." Saucy little minx. She adjusts herself for a more comfortable fit and the motion sends a flash of pleasure/pain through my system. I bite back a hiss, then ask, "Am I hurting you?" She smiles tenderly at me. "No." My hands are beside her head and my fingers toy lightly with her hair. She trails her palms smoothly down the skin of my back as far as she can reach, then runs them back up my body until they come to rest on my shoulder blades. I begin to kiss her slowly, pouring seven and a half years worth of suppressed emotion into her. We haven't spoken words of love, but it's all I think about as I shove aside raw desire and simply kiss her, and it's all I feel from her as she responds to my every move. My body is screaming at me to start pumping into her - to take what is mine and put my mark on her. But I'm confident there will be plenty of opportunity for more aggressive love play at some later date, so I mentally relax and focus all my energies on showing this incredible woman just how much she means to me. I start to move inside her, matching my rhythm below to the unhurried pace of our mating mouths. She is unbelievably tight, but sufficiently wet to ease my passage. Her hips move in counterpoint to mine, and it isn't long before she attempts to speed up. I grip her hip in one hand and silently let her know that we're going to take it nice and easy, at least for a while. Once she settles down, I release her hip and move that hand around to snake it between our bodies. I rest it against her lower abdomen, pressing gently. I break our kiss to breathe against her mouth, "I can feel myself moving in you." She groans and I feel the vibration in my balls. I keep my face close to hers so I can feel and hear her breathing, but she senses me near and pulls my mouth to hers hungrily. I know what she needs. She needs me to speed up. But I am so close to the edge right now that I know if we pick up the pace this will all be over in a matter of seconds. So, I deliberately keep our rhythm slow and steady, but I move the thumb of the hand resting on her stomach down to slide into her softness. I search out the swollen nub that I know is begging for more persistent stimulation. Her back arches sharply and she gasps as I begin to circle the pad of my thumb around her clit in small circles. I lift my head to watch her in her moment of panic as the pleasure quickly spirals through her body. "Oh, God... Mulder..." she breathes in that incredibly sexy alto that haunts my dreams. "I'm here, Scully. Just let it happen." Her hips start to writhe against me and her legs are trembling, but I am relentless in my pursuit of her. My thrusts into her remain slow and deep, but my thumb is ruthless. It takes less than a minute before she goes completely still and I know that she is about to come. Her eyes are closed and there is a look of pain on her face as she concentrates. Then, suddenly, she cries out hoarsely, "OhmyGod..." and I feel her body clamp down hard on my cock as the first wave washes over her. XXXXX Oh. My. God. I am coming so hard I think I may be having an out of body experience. He doesn't stop his slow thrusting, and his thumb just keeps circling me, pressing into me. I grab fistfuls of his hair as I hang on for the ride of my life. The contractions in my womb are so intense that they border on pain, and the few thoughts left in my head come flying out of my mouth in breathy monosyllables. I am moaning pleas to the lesser- known gods of, "Jeezah," and, "Mullah." I feel my body trying to draw him in deeper, ever deeper, attempting to swallow him whole. And the entire time, Mulder's low voice is murmuring to me, "That's it, Scully," and, "Come for me," and I'm pretty sure I even heard him hiss, "Jesus Christ," at some point. Eventually, after what seems like forever, my orgasm starts to subside and Mulder's thumb slows and gentles against my over- sensitized flesh. It's still circling, but not with the intensity of a few moments ago. Little pings of electricity shoot through my body randomly as I come down from my high. My body goes completely limp, and I finally open my eyes to find Mulder hovering over me, still moving inside me with an unhurried pace that would have to be seen to be believed. I'm sure he has watched my little drama as I came apart underneath him, and I would be embarrassed, but I don't seem to have the energy to care just now. His gaze is piercing mine, and he looks like he's just been through a tornado. His hair is standing out in spikes, his cheeks are flushed, and his eyes are predatory. He lowers his head to give me one hell of a carnal kiss. I feel his thumb press against me again and start to circle with more purpose, causing my uterus to react with a sharp, surprised twinge. I barely have time to regroup when I hear him whisper, "Again, Scully," against my mouth, and he begins his assault on me all over again. XXXXX I don't think Scully realizes she just said, "Fuck." I have to grin. I like it way more than I should. She has just come apart so sweetly, so beautifully, that I have to make it happen again. And this time I am going with her. She's a little more demanding this time, begging me with growls to move faster and harder. I get a little rougher with my thumb and speed up my thrusts to accommodate her. A tingling sensation takes root in the backs of my thighs, telling me I don't have much longer. When her body becomes tense and still, I know the end is near. The tingling moves up to coil in my testicles and I begin to worry that I might lose control before she does. Then, abruptly, a fierce shudder tears through her, and her inner walls begin to squeeze me in hard pulses. She twists against me and mutters gibberish between gasps for air. I feel warmth spread from my testicles to the tip of my cock and I plunge myself as deeply inside her as possible and let go. I bury my face into her neck and groan her name harshly as her body greedily milks every last drop from mine. XXXXX I think I blacked out for a while. When my heart finally starts beating again and my lungs decide to call off their mutiny, I plant a wet and adoring kiss in the curve of her neck. That's when I hear her sniffle. I raise my head quickly to study her. She avoids my eyes as she frantically tries to blink away tears. Shit. I made her cry. I was too rough or too aggressive or too... something. "Did I hurt you?" She meets my worried gaze and bestows a beatific smile on me. Her voice is raspy as she reassures me. "No. You didn't hurt me, Mulder." Thank God. I push panic aside and the tenderness I feel for her squeezes my heart almost painfully. "Then why are you crying?" Her eyebrow rises unsteadily and I watch as a tear succumbs to gravity and breaks free from the corner of her eye to trail slowly down and disappear into the hair at her temple. "I'm not crying." I fight back a smile at her childish answer. She is sharing with me an extremely rare moment of vulnerability, and now all I want to do is wrap around her and protect her from everything and everyone, including myself. "Okay, Scully," I whisper as I kiss both of her eyelids. "You're not crying." I kiss her gently on her swollen lips. Her body may be as limp as a rag doll, but her mouth responds just fine. I feel my satiated and rapidly shrinking penis start to slip out of her, so I pull all the way out, enjoying the cute way she quickly brings her legs together in an attempt to prevent a mess. "I'll be right back," I tell her just before I head off to the bathroom. XXXXX I lay here on his bed, my mind and body completely numb. I hate to use such a crude term, but I'm pretty sure Mulder just screwed me senseless. I can't accurately explain why I had that emotional moment a few minutes ago, except that my body is completely spent and exhausted, and I am still trying to comprehend what happened here tonight. I have never, ever had sex like that. I rarely have an orgasm at all during sex, and somehow I just did it twice. Either this women-in-their-thirties-sexual-peak theory actually has some merit, or Mulder is the most incredible lover on the planet. It's probably a combination of both, but considering my vibrator has never given me back-to-back orgasms, and Mulder just did, I'd say the scales are weighing heavily in his favor. My body is so relaxed that I almost fall asleep by the time Mulder comes back into the room with a warm, wet cloth to clean me up. I'd do it myself, but my arms don't seem to want to move. When all is wiped away to his satisfaction, he brings the covers up over me and returns to the bathroom. Less than a minute later, the lights are off and he is snuggled down beside me in the bed. Somehow I find the energy to turn onto my side and press up against him, using his bicep for a pillow. I insinuate one of my legs between his and feel his warmth seep into my skin. We are both quiet for a moment as we adjust to the intimacy of sleeping together naked. It's been years since I have experienced this, and I find I have missed it almost as much as making love. "Thank you for choosing me, Scully," I hear him say quietly. I tilt my head back to look at him. "I chose you long ago, Mulder." His eyes scan my face in that way he has that makes me feel cherished. "You know that I'm in love with you." It's more of a statement than a question, but I answer anyway. "I know. And you know that I'm in love with you." His smile is full of affection and he raises his head to press a sweetly chaste kiss against my lips. "Go to sleep." I return his smile and his affection as I close my eyes. Sleep beckons, and I can already feel myself drifting off as I mumble, "'Night, Mulder." XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX X-Files Office Hoover Building Monday 7:30 am I have been here for over an hour and am eagerly awaiting Scully's arrival. She stayed all weekend at my apartment. We spent the entire time making love repeatedly like horny teenagers, only leaving my bed to shower, eat, or use the bathroom. She finally went home last night, saying she needed to spend the evenings before a workday in her own bed so she could get a little sleep. I spent most of the night looking at her 'spot' next to me in bed and smelling her side of my pillow. I have just fired up my computer and am checking my email when Agent Culver enters the room. He seats himself next to my desk and I turn to face him. I have the absurd notion that I should probably thank him for being the catalyst that finally brought Scully and me together, but pride won't allow me to actually say anything. Besides, our involvement is nobody's business but our own. "I had a talk with Dana Friday," he begins. I give him the silent treatment, prompting him to continue. "She told me that she's already involved with someone. I'm assuming that someone is you." Still no response on my part. I just want this guy to say what he came to say and leave before Scully gets here. "I thought you might like to know that I am going to back off." Wise decision, pal. I'd hate like hell to have to shoot you. He gives up on getting a response out of me and rises to leave. "You're a very lucky man, Agent Mulder." Flashes from the weekend flood my mind. I now know what Scully tastes like, what she smells like... the throaty sounds she makes when she comes. I've heard her tell me that she loves me several times. I've fallen asleep wrapped in her arms with my head resting on her beautiful bare breasts. "Yes, I am," I finally say. He studies me as an adversary for a few seconds, then nods, turns and exits the room. I sit at my desk in silence, caught up in memories from the most incredible weekend of my life, trying to figure out how I became the lucky bastard that bagged Dana Scully. Ten minutes later, Scully breezes into the office, and, as usual, every cell in my body screams, 'She's here! She's finally here!' It's like I'm not really alive unless I'm in her presence. She shucks her coat to the rack and sets her purse and laptop into a spare chair. She's all about business. "Morning, Mulder. I brought bagels. I've been thinking about that case..." Her cool little speech ends abruptly when she notices my desk. I spent the better part of an hour clearing it of files and papers and takeout napkins. I even got rid of the blotter. No one but me needs to know everything that once rested on my desk is now stuffed inside the drawers. The only objects remaining on the surface are my computer monitor, a cup of pencils, and the phone. Her astonished gaze finally seeks me out and I shoot a well-aimed leer at her. "You cleaned off your desk," she mentions inanely. "Nothing gets past you, Scully." She gestures with her hands toward the furnishing in question. "You didn't do this because... because you think..." I chuckle at her sputtering. My eloquent Scully can prattle off eight-syllable medical terms with an ease that leaves mere mortals blinking in awe. But present her with one piece of furniture on which to recline while she has sex in the office with her adoring partner, and her brain shuts down. Damn, but I love this woman. She stares at the sparkling clean surface of my government-issued desk like it's going to reach out and bite her. I close the distance between us and walk around her to come up against her back. I rest my chin on her shoulder and look at the desk from her vantage point. Nope. Still just a desk. And we're still going to use it, Scully. Soon. I should probably back off - give her a little breathing room. But I have a reputation for being relentless, and I can't let my image falter. So, I wrap my hands around the curve of her hips and pull her back against me. I lower my head so that my mouth is right beside her ear and feel her body shiver as I massage my thumbs into her backside. "Scully..." I breathe hotly into her ear. Her eyes close and her breathing starts to speed up. "Yes, Mulder?" "What kind of bra are you wearing?" XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX That's a wrap, folks! Hope you enjoyed it.