From: "Alicia K." Date: Sun, 11 Feb 2001 11:55:23 -0800 Subject: Please re-archive this story Source: revision Title: Dana Katherine's Secret (Or: "The Night Poor Bertram Almost Got Himself Shot") Author: Alicia K Email: spartcus1@msn.com Rating: NC-17 for excessive potty mouth and whoopee. Category: MSR Spoilers: One Son, Agua Mala, and a handful of teensy, minute details from episodes that are, like, three years old. If you haven't seen them by now, you must live on Saturn. Disclaimer: Mulder, Scully, and the gang of merry elves belong to Chris Carter and company. No infringement is intended. For God's sake, man, don't sue! Archive: Please and thank you. Just let me know where it's going, and keep my name and email address attached. Summary: Mulder takes Scully out on a long overdue date, and discovers what little secret she has hiding underneath her staid suits. Author's Note: More smut from the plotless wonder. The "a little bit of uh huh and a whole lot of oh yeah" is from the liner notes to REM's "Dead Letter Office", written by their ex-manager Jefferson Holt. Jefferson, I think we're lost. I think I may have invented a new fanfic category: Smartass Smut. We'll call it SS. "Dana Katherine's Secret" by Alicia K XXX Scully: Somewhere in the whirlwind of post-apocalyptic events, Mulder and I regained our footing. Reached a truce. Mulder had wordlessly owned up to and apologized for his behavior, and I had just as wordlessly accepted it. Several weeks passed between Jeffrey Spender's death, the disappearance of Diana Fowley, the slaughter of our enemies, and our official reinstatement to the X-Files. It wasn't even until after the bizarre trip to Florida that we were able to reclaim our territory. So there we were, back in the basement. Except this time, I had my own desk. A week after saying adieu to Arthur Dales, we were sitting quietly in our office. Mulder had been hard at work all morning, working at piecing together the still- decrepit files, but was now apparently taking a break. As I tapped unendingly at my laptop, he was leafing through what looked suspiciously like a Victoria's Secret catalog. I couldn't resist. "Mulder," I said calmly. "Put down the porn." He raised his eyes with a grin. "If this is porn, then the US postal service is going to be in big trouble for sending these out by the thousands every month." He flashed the cover my way. Yep. A pink-bra-and-matching-panties-clad model stared vapidly at me under the fancy scrawl of the title. "Diana must have left it here." If I never heard that name again, it would be too soon. I waited, but he said nothing more about the dark-haired devil incarnate. He didn't even pause to stare off ponderously at the wall. Just kept paging through the catalog, as if Diana Fowley was his ophthalmologist who had mysteriously disappeared. When he next did speak, he asked, "Do you get this in the mail, Scully?" "Yes, about every other week. I take great pleasure in throwing them away." Now he looked up. "Why?" "Because they charge forty dollars for a bra I can get elsewhere for fifteen." "You don't even page through it to see what they have?" My brow crinkled. Why was Mulder so curious about this? "Nope. The models irritate me." I smirked. "I'm sure they have quite the opposite effect on you." "Actually, no, they don't do anything for me." "Well, you surely don't read it for the articles." He only gave me a little smile before dropping his eyes back to the page. "Do you have a lingerie fetish, Mulder?" I teased, leaning back into my chair. His smile became a grin. "Maybe. I was thinking about this green Wonderbra here." He held up the catalog for me to see. "What do you think?" I rose and moved behind him, looking over his shoulder. "Very impractical." He set the catalog down and cupped his hands over his nonexistent breasts, as if fitting them for a push up bra. "Don't think I could pull them off, huh?" "No." I leaned over to flip the page. "Oh, here you go." I pointed at the purple lace merry widow. "That's very you." He looked up at me. "You think?" "Oh yeah. Very." I returned to my desk. "It sure isn't you." Excuse me? Licking my lips, I thought carefully about the next words out of my mouth. "Well, Agent Mulder, what do you think would be me?" He paused thoughtfully before raising his eyes to me. Hm. That was an interesting look he had there in those eyes. XXX Mulder: I wasn't sure what to make of the turn this conversation had taken. One moment we're joking about me and a Wonderbra, the next she's asking me to divulge my numerous Scully fantasies. I cleared my throat. "Well, that depends." "On what?" she asked suspiciously. On what exactly you're doing in my fantasy. "On what you're wearing." I turned to face her, crossing my arms over my chest to hide the pounding of my heart that I was sure she could see. She folded her hands primly on top of her desk and hid a smile. "Do go on." "Okay. Under your business suits, you prefer no frills satin underwear. Preferably matching." She frowned slightly. "First case together, Scully, don't tell me you've forgotten." She ducked her head and smiled. "But you've changed a lot since then, that was six years ago. You're tougher. Maybe you've moved on to ." I cocked my head, making a show of studying her. "Leather?" She laughed, but I could see the flush rising over her. This could be fun. Could get interesting. XXX Scully: I felt like he was looking through my clothes with plastic X-ray specs. I kinda liked it. "Velvet." I had a sudden mental image of his hands brushing over said scraps of velvet, and drew in a silent breath. "Silk? You go for the real expensive stuff, Scully?" I had to say something before I slithered off my chair and under my desk in a big mass of goo. "Polyester, circa 1977." That got a laugh. I breathed a small sigh of relief. Laughter was good, laughter eased us out from under the sledgehammer of sexual tension. He then turned back to the pages, I back to my laptop, but I had no idea what I had been typing so diligently. "Aren't you going to ask me, Scully?" God. He was looking at me from under those thick lashes. "Ask you what?" "Boxers or briefs?" "Boxers. I've known that for a long time." Phew, that was an easy question. "Mm-hmm," he replied ambiguously. What was that supposed to mean? Maybe he was implying that he didn't wear anything at all. Another image popped into my over-worked and under-sexed brain - my hands reaching into his wool dress pants to stroke him, soft and silky against my skin. I pushed back from the desk and stood, grabbing for my coat. I think it's time to go. XXX Mulder: "Mm-hm," I replied, thinking back to lying in the bed in the hotel after the fire, a concerned Scully at my side, a decidedly unconcerned Phoebe Green standing by. I had been wearing boxers. Waking up in Scully's bed after she shot me, dressed only in boxers. My happy thought of her undressing me had been quickly replaced with the realization that she had taken my gun, but . old history and all that. "I don't have anything else I can do today," she announced, putting on her trench coat. "I'm going to skip out of here early." Oh god, Scully, don't go. I was afraid that if she walked out that door right this instant, I wouldn't see her until Monday, and we'd be sent out on a case where we'd lose this wonderful camaraderie we had regained over the past couple of weeks. I couldn't bear to lose that, not after being such a huge prick to her. Yeah, I can admit it, quit looking at me like I just grew a third eye. "Scully!" I blurted. She turned. "Can I take you to dinner tonight?" She looked suspicious. "You mean the usual Chinese takeout, or dinner dinner?" "Dinner dinner. You know, with menus and waiters and all that?" She paused long enough for me to start worrying. I could see wheels turning in her head. But then she smiled. "Sure, Mulder. Pick me up at seven." "Okay. Seven." "Great." Another smile, and she left. Okay. Seven. Dinner. I took in a great breath, trying to calm my suddenly tightly wound nerves. Why did it suddenly feel like tonight could make or break our whole relationship/partnership/friendship/whatevership? XXX Scully: Okay, so I lied. I was the one with the lingerie fetish. I had a drawer full of bras and panties, every color and fabric of the rainbow. I liked knowing that beneath the tasteful suits lurked soft curves and flesh covered in pretty lace and satin. I found myself at the nearest Victoria's Secret. Not actually in it, but standing outside with a dubious look on my face. I disliked the store more than I did the catalog. The whole place is too damn pink, for one thing, and everything there is just so damn fake, and the shoppers are just trying to find some sort of delusion that they can please their partners with just the right piece of lingerie. So what was I doing here? Trying to please Mulder. I wasn't proud of it, but there it was. I had this feeling that tonight might end up somewhere that both of us have been too afraid to go. We certainly had nothing to lose now, why not go for broke? I took a deep breath and walked inside. I wandered aimlessly, ignoring the salesgirls with their soft little voices, glancing over the racks of overly adorned bras and frighteningly cut underwear. When I saw the little black pieces of material, I wasn't sure what they were. Squares of stretchy black cloth, some a little larger than the others. I picked one up and tried to figure out what it was. "Those can be a top, a skirt, a dress, whatever," piped up the salesgirl who had immediately appeared when I picked one up. I raised an eyebrow. "Uh-huh." Was Victoria's Secret advocating the return of the tube top? Not in this lifetime, sister. "No, really. Come on, let me show you to a fitting room, you can try it on." She smiled. "Trust me." Oh, all right. What harm could it do? As I grinned at my reflection in the pink dressing room five minutes later, I realized that it could do plenty of harm. Not to me, maybe, but to Mulder. Good thing I was a doctor. I might have to resuscitate him. It was tight, stretching lovingly over my curves. I wouldn't wear it to the office, not unless I wanted to start a small riot, but if I throw my black jacket over it . To hell with sexy underwear; this would do nicely. I shouldn't say "to hell with underwear", I still had to figure out what kind of undergarments one would wear under such a thing. XXX Mulder: I left the office not long after Scully, wanting to go home to spruce myself up so that I didn't look like I had spruced myself up. On the way back to my apartment, I let my mind dwell on the thought of Scully in Victoria's Secret lingerie some more. Scully in a Wonderbra. Scully in Second Skin Satin. Scully in garters. Mmmm . I pushed the gas pedal a little closer to the floorboard. XXX Scully: Dinner with Mulder. Somehow I knew that this wasn't a dinner that would be spent discussing the latest case of vampirism or alien abduction. Dinner with Mulder. A date. With Mulder. My heart was pounding as I tore into my apartment, slamming the door behind me. Maybe there would be sex involved, too. God, I hoped so. I shivered a little at the thought of a naked Mulder in my bed. I had grown weary of this endless circling Mulder and I did so well. The banter, the looks, the touches that had slowly but surely evolved into caresses. It was time to take the plunge. I knew we loved each other in our odd, co-dependent way, and damn it -- I hadn't had sex in years, and man oh man, I wanted Mulder. Mulder with those smoldering eyes, sensual lips, and gorgeous, lean body. After a quick shower and swipe of the razor I slathered my body with my favorite rose-scented lotion and stood naked in front of my open lingerie drawer. A bright garden of color stared back at me, lace and satin, silk and bows. I looked at the stretchy material lumped on the bed, then back at the drawer. Well, my choices were very limited. What kind of lingerie company designed clothes that you couldn't wear ANY lingerie underneath? Garter clips and hooks would bulge, panty lines were out, a bra was definitely out. They went SO well with tube tops - excuse me - bandeau tops. Looked like I was going to have to be creative. XXX Mulder: By some small miracle, I arrived at Scully's at seven, and in one piece, a bouquet of flowers clutched in my sweaty palm. I paused outside her door, taking a few breaths to calm myself. Try not to think of the sex that may or may not happen tonight. Making love with Scully is a when, not an if. When, not if . When, not if . I had wanted her since she walked into my office so long ago, with her glasses, mousy hair, and firm handshake. Rewriting Einstein, indeed. I knew right then and there that she could take me on, challenge me, toss me on my cocky ass. Oh yeah, I wanted her. She was my best friend, my partner, hell, my soul mate, although I'm sure she'd easily debunk any such drivel, no matter how much she secretly believed it. We'd been circling around our sexual attraction for some time now. I didn't know about her, but I was ready to drop to my knees in front of the whole Hoover building and beg to touch her. The door opened, and my eyes popped open to see her grinning at me. "Hey," she said. She looked incredible. Her hair was gorgeous, softly curled and fluffed or something. I never really understood the intricacies of women's hair styling secrets. I just knew what I liked. And I liked what I saw. It looked like she was wearing the same sleek, black suit she had been wearing earlier, but something was different. She seemed to be waiting patiently, so I allowed myself the luxury of a thorough once-over. My eyes traveled lower. Oh man, that skirt was short. And snug. Wow. At the bottom of my goddess were little red-painted toes peeking out from a pair of high-heeled shoes. My razor-sharp mind quickly deduced that her lovely legs were bare. My eyes zoomed back up to her sparkling baby blues, making a quick pit stop at that luscious red mouth. "You just going to gawk at me all night, or what?" My lips twitched, as did another part of my anatomy. "What does the 'or what' entail, Scully?" She laughed, reaching behind her to pull the door shut. "Come on, Mulder, I'm starving." I didn't remember the flowers until we had reached my car. "Oh," I said dumbly, handing them to her. "I got these for you." She smiled again. "Thank you." "Guess they'll wilt now." "I'll bring them along. I've always thought that the flowers should get to come along on the date." I turned to her with a half-smile. "Are we on a date, Scully?" A flash of uncertainty crossed her features. "What do you think, Mulder?" I smiled fully, starting the car. "Yes. A long-overdue date." XXX Scully: Man, oh man, I was in some kind of trouble. What were you thinking, Dana Katherine, what were you thinking? That you might get some sex tonight, my inner voice supplied helpfully. Sex with your partner would be bad, Agent. That would be my sensible voice. Fuck you. I loved it when my inner voice won the argument. Mulder just screamed sex. I wanted to unwrap him like a big present and lick him to death. He was squeaky clean and minty fresh, shaved, showered and combed, going for casual by forgoing the tie. The open-at-the-throat look really worked on him. Visions of white dress shirts and boxer shorts danced in my head, and I licked my lips. A little bit of uh-huh and a whole lot of oh yeah. We were going to have some fun tonight. XXX Mulder: I don't think I had seen this Scully before. This was SexyScully. Maybe even HappyScully. I wanted to do whatever it took to keep them both around. As we drove, my hands itched to touch her. I could see how soft she was, smell how delicious she was, and feel how warm she was. Soft, warm, and delicious. All honeyed skin and curves. She was so beautiful. I had to struggle to keep my eyes on the road in front of me and not the woman to the right of me. She seemed to realize this; I could tell by the way she kept glancing at me with her smile. She knew what she was doing to me, but I didn't care. It was too late for games and mysteries. Tonight was the time for honesty and action. My kind of action, if you know what I mean. I think a lot of people assume that I have an active sex life. Hell, I'm not totally oblivious. I see the flirtatious smiles of the admin assistants. That tells me I'm fairly attractive, and I know how to turn on the charm when necessary. But what people don't know is that my heart has belonged to one woman for years. With the exception of one grief-induced encounter with a woman who thought she was a vampire, I haven't had sex since Scully became my partner. I was certain that the gods of sexuality had bestowed upon me the title of "Honorary Virgin". Hopefully, by tomorrow I could reclaim my title of "Sexually Active Male". XXX Scully: I think Mulder was having a hard time keeping his hands to himself. His fingers clutched at the steering wheel in a death grip, occasionally twitching as if he wanted to reach across the seat to touch me. Myself, I had to sit on my hands to keep from grabbing him and causing a reenactment of "Blood On the Blacktop". I really hoped that he wasn't taking me to a barbecue place. If there was a replay of the Delta Glen, Wisconsin across-the-table-lip-wipe, we just might end up spending the night in jail for conducting lewd and lascivious acts in a public place. And I'm sure we wouldn't be allowed back in the restaurant, either. XXX Mulder: We drove to an Italian place Byers had recommended. He swore that it had the best wine, the best pasta, and that he wouldn't say a word to Frohicke and Langley. That's all I needed, to be standing before them with some alien proof to be tested, and they're wiggling their eyebrows and socking me in the arm in that male "lucky bastard, what a stud" ritual. I parked the car in the crowded lot, then paused with my hand still on the keys. What would she do if I just leaned over and kissed her? Who said that our first kiss had to take place after a soul-baring revelation? Why couldn't it just be a kiss? Dumb question, Mulder. It could never be just a kiss with Scully. Nothing could be "just" anything with her. I was certain that the first time our lips actually touched, that new worlds and dimensions would explode open around me in a matter of seconds. I was convinced that when we kissed, I would be able to see right down into her opened soul. "You okay, Mulder?" I blinked, looking down at the small hand on my arm, then smiled. "I'm outstanding." I lifted her hand and brought it to my lips, placing a delicate kiss on the inside of her wrist. Her pulse fluttered beneath my lips. "How are you, Scully?" Her eyes darkened into shining pools of melted sapphire and her lips parted moistly as I replaced her arm on her lap. "Couldn't be better," she answered in a voice I had only heard in my most blush-inducing fantasies. A saucy comeback bubbled up inside me, but I bit it back. Now wasn't the time for those stupid, glib remarks. She turned to open her door, and I blurted, "Wait!" and scrambled out my own door, rushing around the car to open it for her. She smiled up at me, genuinely pleased. "Mulder," she said as I looped her arm through mine. "I wouldn't let anyone else open my doors for me." I grinned down at her and opened the next door for her. XXX Scully: I meant what I told him. I've never been one for chivalry, but I loved it when Mulder opened the door for me, or guided me with a hand on the small of my back. It's probably because I love him. I think I wanted to touch him as much as he wanted to touch me, but I was determined to at least get through dinner first. Such excruciating torture could only make that first contact sweeter. This was a nice place. I wondered if Mulder knew that I loved Italian food almost as much as I loved lingerie. Probably. The man had a memory like no other. It was pretty close to the cliched version of a romantic dinner for two at a quaint Italian restaurant. I half expected Billy Joel to pop out from the corner and start singing "Bottle of white . bottle of red . perhaps a bottle of rose instead." I found myself humming the tune softly as we were seated at a small table by the picture window. It overlooked a lovely patio that almost masked the ugliness of the city just beyond the protective wall. There was a young couple sitting on a bench outside in the cool pre-spring air. I watched as they leaned in to each other for a soft kiss and smiled. I wondered if they were lovers, or if this was just a first date that had gone extremely well. They looked like lovers, with their gentle smiles and caresses. I knew that people looked at Mulder and me and figured we were lovers. People on cases had assumed more than once that we were a couple. Well hey, who was I to prove anyone wrong? Turning away from the couple outside, I saw Mulder smiling at me from across the table. The candlelight danced over his features, casting his skin in golden tones. "This is a nice place." XXX Mulder: Tell her. Tell her you love her. Tell her she's beautiful. Tell her . "Scully, you're not wearing a bra, are you?" Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my good god. Oh my fucking god. I hid my eyes behind my menu, mortified beyond all belief. Dear deity of the moment, please let her still be there when I put down the menu, don't let her walk out of here, don't let her be mad . Of course she would be mad. She had been smiling, looking wistfully out the window, lost in thought, and all I could do was stare at the outline of her gorgeous breasts beneath that tight top, stare at the tempting shadow of her cleavage. Buck up and salvage what you can, soldier. "Jesus Scully, I'm sorry . " I meekly raised my eyes to hers and was immensely relieved to see her laughing, shoulders shaking, face buried in her hands. At least I thought she was laughing. I had heard Scully crying about as much as I heard Scully laughing, which was to say, very few times. Just as I was about to reach across to her, she dropped her hands and bared her lovely smile to me. I breathed a sigh of relief, which was immediately replaced with a breath of wonder. Scully could go from sexy to adorable in no time flat. "That wasn't quite what I expected to come out of your mouth, Mulder." She wiped her eyes delicately with the tip of her finger. I let out an embarrassed chuckle. "I wasn't expecting it, either. I meant to say something else entirely." She leaned forward, and I forced myself to keep my gaze above her neck. "Why don't you tell me what you meant to say." Okay, I will. I leaned across the table, meeting her halfway, my mouth inches from hers. But when I opened my mouth, a voice that wasn't mine spoke up. "Good evening, my name is Bertram, and I'll be your waiter. May I take your drink order?" XXX Scully: I swear to God, if this outfit had any place to hide a weapon, I would have pulled it out and shot Bertram, the waiter with the unfortunate name. Mulder did the murdering for me, slicing the kid with a steely glare that he usually reserved for serial killers and child molesters as he requested a fine bottle of wine. Bertram scurried away, and I turned my attention to my menu. I bit back a fresh bout of laughter, picturing Mulder's horrified face as the words had left his mouth. If anyone else had tried to say that to me, they would have been limping home to call the proctologist regarding the four inch heel sticking out of their ass. At least I knew the effect I was having on him tonight; that was kind of the plan. I knew he was mourning the passing of that last moment, but I figured I would get to hear his thoughts sooner or later. Poor Bertram returned quickly with the wine, which he poured, then bounded off with our orders. Mulder tossed me an apologetic smile, then raised his glass to mine. Wordlessly, we tapped our glasses together with a shared smile. Hachi machi, it was strong. Good thing Mulder was driving. Well, he was driving the car, but I liked to think that I was driving the evening. Couple more glasses of this stuff, though, and I was likely to hand over those keys quite willingly. Normally, I have to be in charge. Hand over the reins, buddy, we're galloping into the sunset. That was a long time ago, though. Since the last time I had been in a sexual relationship, a funny thing happened. I had handed myself over to someone, body and soul. I trusted him like no other, and loved him like no other. Who was I kidding? If he tossed money for the bill onto the table right now and demand that I come home with him, I certainly wouldn't be raising much of an argument. I'd just wake him during his post-coital snooze and demand food. XXX Mulder: We made convincing small talk while waiting for the food, chatting about how much we hated AD Kersh, the other, wholly boring agents in our area, even the weather, which didn't seem silly, surprisingly. The inevitable lull fell between us, and Scully's gaze dropped to her wine glass. She looked surprised to find it empty, and I smiled as I refilled it for her. She smiled her thanks, her eyes reconnecting with mine as she drank the ruby-colored liquid. She's so beautiful, I thought for the umpteenth time that night. Tell her, numb nuts. "Scully," I murmured, my hand slipping across the tablecloth to brush against her fingers. Now her smile was one of anticipation, and I opened my mouth to speak my brave little words. "Who had the veal parmesan?" God damn, Bertram, your timing sucks. "I did," I growled at the poor kid, whose eyes widened in fear. That's right, kid. I'm a federal agent and I'm packing heat. He set down our plates nervously. Scully took pity on him and said "Thank you" with a soft smile. "Can I get you anything else?" he asked in a voice that sounded like it had suddenly decided it wanted to sing tenor in the choir. I fixed him with a particularly nasty gaze. "Scram, Bertram." XXX Scully: Poor kid. Mulder had better leave him a nice tip so he can have his uniform dry- cleaned. He surely soiled himself with that last glare. I leaned over my steaming plate and inhaled deeply. Ahh, fettuccine. Yum. I wasted no time in digging in, and barely remembered to look at Mulder until I was halfway through the pile of noodles. When I did finally raise my head, he was looking at me with a gaze I could only describe as predatory. Uh-oh. XXX Mulder: I was gone at the first yummy sound she made. "Mmm .. " Was there ever a more sensual sound created than the low, closed-lipped hum made by a woman in ecstasy? I wondered just how she would moan my name. Would she whisper it? Or just cry out her pleasure in little gasps? Was Scully a screamer? I placed my napkin strategically over my lap and dug in. Scully was making it very difficult for me to eat. I couldn't concentrate with her making those little contented sounds. I looked up, then wished I hadn't. Her eyes were shut as her lips closed around the forkful of fettuccine, the expression on her face nothing short of sheer bliss. I continued to watch her, fascinated with the way her tongue darted out to catch the stray noodles or creamy sauce, delighted with the way she ate so ravenously, with such passion. I hated it when women ate like little delicate flowers who couldn't POSSIBLY eat another BITE because OH, I'm so FULL! Not my Scully. She ate like a normal person, and it only made me love her more. She didn't even look at me until half her dinner was gone. She raised her eyes as she reached for her wine glass, then stopped when she saw how I stared. "Good?" I asked, my voice low and gravelly. She nodded, a canary-eating smile on her lips. She sipped her wine heartily and sighed happily. I couldn't resist. XXX Scully: When Mulder's fingers touched my bare leg, I bit my lip to hold back my gasp. Electric. God, what a clich=82, I know, but . GOD! His long fingers stroked feather-light on my calf, higher, higher, behind the knee. My eyes fluttered shut and an involuntary whimper escaped my throat. Drawing in a shaky breath, I opened my eyes again. He was smiling at me, his eyes bright, pupils dilated with desire. Control, Dana. I raised an eyebrow. "Mulder," I said, flicking my eyes to his hardly-touched dinner. "You haven't finished yet." The grin crept slowly across his face. "Oh, but I'm just getting started." XXX Mulder: I watched her exhale slowly, then place her napkin carefully on the table. "Mulder?" she whispered. "Yeah?" She fixed me with the sexiest gaze I had ever seen. "Take me home." I felt like jumping up and down, clapping my hands and yelping like a little school boy. But I didn't. I merely withdrew my hand and smiled. "Okay," I replied in a voice so soft, I was sure she didn't even hear it. But she smiled, looking almost relieved. "You fetch Bertram. I'll be right back." She rose and sauntered away from the table, her hips moving in a way I'm sure she had displayed for no other man. Good Christ. Scully wasn't wearing any underwear, either. I wolfed down several more bites to mollify my neglected stomach, then looked around wildly for our man Bertram. XXX Scully: I leaned my hands on the counter in the ladies' lounge and looked at myself in the mirror carefully. I looked like I had already gone a round with Mulder -- flushed cheeks, sparkling eyes, a steady throb between my legs. Turning briefly, I made sure that Mulder's whimper-inducing strokes had not left behind any noticeable traces on my skirt. Standing in front of the lingerie drawer at home, I had toyed with the idea of wearing the thong panties, but then rationalized that walking around with butt floss was a wholly uncomfortable way to spend an evening. I wasn't normally an al fresco kind of gal, but I figured, what the hell. Let's pull out all the stops for Mulder. Taking a deep, steadying breath, I smoothed the light jacket over my hips and readjusted stray bits of hair. Now what? I chewed a corner of my lip nervously. Now you go home and make love with Mulder, my inner voice said. Now you're going to go home and fuck your partner! my sensible voice yelled sarcastically. Your partner, for Christ's sake! I liked the first answer better. XXX Mulder: Scully's pronouncement had put me in a decidedly giddy mood, and with that in mind, I left Bertram a very generous tip. Can't blame the poor kid for bad timing. As I signed my name on the credit card slip with a flourish, Scully returned. My pen paused mid-swoop to watch her swagger her way over to me with a smile on those gorgeous lips. I handed the pen and paper back to the maitre'd, who was also enjoying the show. I grinned. Yeah, I am a lucky bastard, aren't I? She sidled up to me and tilted her face up to mine. "Are you ready?" she asked Was I ready? Six years of foreplay, six years of wanting her, six years of loving her. Oh yeah, I was ready. Now if I could only last a respectable amount of time. "Ready," I confirmed, taking her hand in mine. XXX Scully: By unspoken agreement, Mulder aimed his car in the direction of my apartment. I had a bed, and it was closer than his place. I wished I had gulped down another glass of wine. My heart was fluttering nervously in my chest, which was very weird. My heart didn't flutter. I don't think a Scully had ever fluttered in their lives. No. We were strong, we were firm beaters. Not flutterers. But I don't suppose any Scullys prior to myself had ever been at the receiving end of Fox Mulder's attentions. Dear lord, if his eyes were to get any greener over the course of the next few hours, leprechauns might appear in their depths. I clutched my little purse in my lap like a prim schoolmarm, desperately trying to keep my gaze off of Mulder. Control, Dana, control. If I looked at him, I was convinced that I wouldn't be able to remain in my seat. My seatbelt would be unfastened in the blink of an eye, and in the blink of two eyes, I would be straddling him, kissing him towards our certain death. But oh, what a way to go. XXX Mulder: She was refusing to look at me. She had a white-knuckle grip on her purse, staring unblinkingly through the windshield. Myself, I couldn't take my damn eyes off her. Traffic? Nary a thought was being given to it. If I saw headlights approaching out of the corner of my eye, I did my best not to swerve towards them, but that was the extent of my traffic safety skills at the moment. She was so unbelievably beautiful, and I couldn't believe that we were finally going to do something to get us out of this state of limbo we had been in for so long. "Scully," I began, then paused, waiting for Bertram to pop out of the back seat with the dessert menu. No stowaways made themselves known, so I ventured forth. "You're so goddamned beautiful." She blinked. Not quite the reaction I had been hoping for. A smile, a spoken response, but not a slow blink. Okay, so it wasn't the most eloquent, flowery sentiment ever spoken, but still. Oh, wait. An eyebrow cocked now. I swear, every time that slim eyebrow arched over a blue eye, the monster in my pants did a little dance. As I stopped the car at a red light, she silently reached for her seatbelt and unlatched it. Oh boy, I thought excitedly. She's going to do something. As long as that something didn't involve her getting out of the car and hailing a cab, it was okay by me. XXX Scully: I tried. I swear to God, I really tried to restrain myself until we got back to my apartment, but who could resist a blasphemous compliment? Not me. At least, not when the words came out of that oh-so-sexy mouth. I wasn't sure if my vocal cords would work properly, so I didn't even try to use them. I merely undid my seatbelt, leaned over, and kissed him. Fortunately for both of us, the car had ceased its forward motion, so the moment was not marked forever by the screeching of tires and the groaning screams of colliding metal. But I did feel my little world shatter. XXX Mulder: Scully was kissing me, stopped at a red light, with no bra or panties underneath her clothes. This was a fantasy that I had not, surprisingly, explored. In a car on stakeout, yes. No undergarments, yes. But nothing quite like this. My plentiful fantasies had also not included the glorious reality of her mouth. I had used my eidetic memory to its full extent in conjuring up the picture of Scully's lips night after night, but it was very difficult to imagine something that had never actually taken place. The fantasies had not prepared me for the unbelievable softness of her lips. Not even close. Or the feel of her hands on the back of my neck. Or the feel of her tongue against mine. Or the feel of her hot breath over my skin. Or the feel of her moan as it reverberated through my body. They had, however, prepared me for the eager twitching of my cock. She pulled away, and my eyes slowly opened to see her calmly refastening her seatbelt. "Light's green, Mulder," she murmured as I stared at her. What? Green? Who's Mulder? She grinned. "Get the lead out, G-Man. The faster we get home, the faster we can do that again." Oh. Right. Gotcha. XXX Scully: I had to give the man credit - he still had the presence of mind to open my door for me again. After coming to a screeching halt in front of my building, he hopped out and practically ran to my side. I took my sweet time, flashing him a fair share of leg as I stepped out and immensely enjoying the way he was looking at me. The hand at the small of my back only served to inflame me this time as we quickly made our way up the sidewalk. At the door, I turned to him and said sweetly, "Gosh, Mulder, thanks for a swell evening. I had a really nice time." I didn't think I knew how, but somehow I made my eyelashes bat at him. His answering growl set me aflame. "Fuck, Scully, open the goddamned door." Blasphemy will get you everywhere, Mulder, I thought, trying to still the tremble in my fingers as I shoved the key into the lock. He reached over me to push the door open, pulling me to him at the same time. Our lips met again in a hungry kiss as we stumbled into the apartment. Fumbling behind me, I managed to slam the door shut and lock it. His tongue swept through my mouth, and a sultry heat made its way over my body. He kept backing up, he wouldn't stand still, and I whimpered my protests as I clutched at the lapels of his jacket. "Where are you going?" I mumbled against his delicious mouth as he stumbled over the coffee table. "Don't know," came his reply, muffled into my neck as he nipped and licked. "Can't seem to stand up straight." That would need to be remedied. I wanted him standing straight and at full attention. So to speak. XXX Mulder: I think I actually moaned when she stepped away from me. My lips kept moving as if they were still attached to her neck like some sort of mutant leech. When she kicked off her lethal sandals and unbuttoned her jacket, my mouth dropped open again for what must have been the sixty-eighth time that night. I watched in awestruck immobility as she shimmied out of the jacket and tossed it behind her carelessly. I had to guess that most Scullys didn't shimmy out of anything. Not my strict, straight-laced, by-the-book Scully. Who? The Scully that was about to fuck her partner? Yep, that was the one. My God, what the hell was she wearing? It was all I could do to keep myself from dropping to my knees before her and worshipping the gorgeous idol before me. I knew Scully had a body under those suits, but where had she been keeping those knockout curves? XXX Scully: I really liked the way Mulder was looking at me. It made those Victoria's Secret charge card bills worth it. I stepped to him again, reaching up to push his jacket from his shoulders. It fell to the floor in a heap, but he didn't seem to be concerned about the impending wrinkles. Moving even closer still, I lifted up on tiptoe as he bent down, meeting halfway in another kiss. Our third kiss, this one was tender, as if he were pausing in the rush to wordlessly tell me what was in his heart. As if I didn't know. My fingers deftly unbuttoned his white shirt, slipping inside to feather across his hot skin. At the first brush of my fingers, he drew me closer, and I felt an insistent poke at my side. I pulled away with a sly smile, reaching up a hand to touch his cheek. "Why, Mulder, you didn't tell me you brought your gun." He chuffed a laugh, reaching behind him. "Actually, I did." He set his holster and weapon on the table. "Be prepared, you know." "Well then I guess poor Bertram's lucky he didn't get himself shot." I tugged the shirt from his waistband, letting my nails graze over the taut muscles of his stomach. XXX Mulder: True, Bertram had narrowly avoided dying a particularly grisly death, but if Scully wasn't careful, there would be one gun going off. Messily and prematurely. Her nimble fingers were eagerly unbuttoning my pants. I should have said something, done something to slow her down, but my eyes were lost in the shadow of her impressive cleavage, and . Um . Oh. I seemed to have lost all capacity for speech at the moment. My mouth dropped open in surprise as she slipped one small hand down the front of my now-open pants and pressed her palm against my shaft. The thin material of my boxers did nothing to mask the heat of her skin, and my hips jerked towards her. The naughty little smile on her lips nearly made me come right then and there. "Is this for me?" she asked smugly, giving me another loving squeeze. No, Scully, it's for Bertram. Hope she didn't mind that our first time was going to be hard, hot, and fast. I crushed her to me, my mouth descending on hers with a fury, devouring her. I had no time to savor her taste, or to relish the feel of her hot tongue on mine. All I could concentrate on was her hand on my cock, and getting us onto her couch. I managed to swivel our joined-at-the-mouth bodies around, and somehow had the presence of mind to sit. She followed, straddling me as she sucked on my tongue and lower lip. She was going to eat me whole. Thank god. XXX Scully: In all of my fantasies (and there had been many) of my first time with Mulder, I hadn't ever quite pictured it like this. My imagination had always supplied things like wine, a bed, some candles, and general romanticism. This was nothing like that, though I certainly wasn't going to complain. As soon as I touched Mulder's thick cock, I threw all thoughts of slowing down out the window. No time for seduction, no time for erotic discovery. Move aside, folks, two lust-crazed FBI agents coming through, move it or lose it! We would have plenty of time for all the other stuff later. Right now, I was more than ready, he was certainly able, and I needed him inside me. Straddling him on the couch, I tore my mouth from his long enough to yank his pants and boxers far enough down over his hips for his erection to jump out at me. I licked my lips, positioning my heat over him. Bringing my mouth to his again, I sank down on his silky hot cock with a satisfied sigh. Finally. XXX Mulder: I had barely touched her. I hadn't even gotten to see her. And yet here was Scully, rising up over me, the sexiest fucking thing I had ever seen. God damn, I loved her. The power of speech was still beyond my grasp, so I just groaned and reached up to her. My hands asserted themselves on her hips and guided her as I began to thrust up into her. I was inside Scully, hot, slick, and deliciously wet. It was a very good place to be. I watched in amazement as a pink flush rose over the porcelain skin of her chest and neck. Her breasts bobbed enticingly as she moved, but I didn't dare let go of her hips. I was close, so close, and I hoped she would forgive me for not waiting for her. But Scully wasn't finished handing out surprises. Her eyes slipped shut and a low moan escaped her throat, and I realized she was on the brink, too. Her hands dropped to my chest for support as she increased the pace. God, I had to say something, had to mark the moment, had to do something . "Scully," I rasped, my voice rusty and foreign over the roaring in my ears. "Open your eyes." I had to see her. XXX Scully: I wanted to obey, I wanted to be able to look at him, but my god . I was drowning, the blood pounding so thick in my veins . I was going to come so hard, I couldn't do anything but let out a sob of pleasure. So good, god he felt so, so good . His murmuring voice reached my ears. "Scullyscullyscullyscullyscully please scully look at me open your eyes scully open your eyes scully PLEASE!" he cried. He was beginning to tense inside of me, and I snapped my eyes open to meet his. With extraordinary effort, I kept them open and locked on his as I exploded around him, wordless moans and cries leaving my open mouth. The waves of my orgasm drew him in, and with an animal groan, he thrust hard up into me, filling me and filling me. His eyes never left mine until I collapsed onto his sweat-slicked chest. XXX Mulder: Wow. Wow wow wow. Did I say wow? Scully was actually asleep, draped over my chest in a contented heap. Sticky traces of our shared bodily fluids were slowly trickling onto me, but pulling out of her was the furthest thing from my mind. I was in the place where I should be. My hands rose to touch her; one to her soft hair, one to her back, both softly stroking. We had fast-forwarded through the touching and all that other stuff, but I fully intended to make up for lost time. She stirred under my caresses, the fine red hairs tickling my nose. I placed a tender kiss on her head. My fingers paused to pluck at the sleek black material covering her. It was so unlike Scully. Or was it? There was so much I didn't know about this incredible woman in my arms. I knew everything and yet nothing about her. What was her favorite song? Did she cry at old black and white movies? What was her deepest secret? Did she often go traipsing around sans underwear? The thought caused my spent cock to twitch, surprising and pleasing me to no end. Hey, Scully, ready for round two? XXX Scully: I came to with the realization that Mulder's fingers were kneading my ass, stroking the sensitive flesh of the crease at the top of my thigh. My mind didn't know whether to be embarrassed at conking out, or to process the delicious sensations caused by his touch. I let out a soft sound and nestled my head against his bare chest, only to whimper again as he captured the lobe of my ear between his lips. He tugged, then nipped gently with his teeth, tongue quickly following to soothe. Shifting my hips, he slipped out of me with a sound that I could only describe as disappointed. I raised my head to smile sleepily at him, wisps of hair falling over my eyes. His fingers were there to brush them away, and he cupped my face tenderly in his large hand. "Hey," he whispered with a smile. I turned my head to kiss his palm. "Should we move this party somewhere more comfortable?" I slithered off his lean body and tugged my scrap of a skirt down over my hips. Mulder was looking up at me with a look somewhere between sated and hungry. He looked absolutely divine - shirt open, exposing his beautiful chest, pants rumpled around his hips, cock resting against one firm thigh. A welcome lick of desire spread through my belly, and I wet my lips. "Go in the bedroom. I'll be right there." I headed towards the bathroom. "And Agent Mulder," I tossed over my shoulder. "You'd better be naked." XXX Mulder: How could I refuse such an arousing demand? I hopped up and zipped up. Scully's bedroom was familiar yet foreign. I had been here before, had even spent a fevered night in her bed, but under much less desirable circumstances. Spotting a lighter on the table, I happily moved throughout the room, lighting the scattered candles. She returned before I could even begin (finish?) undressing. I stopped, watching the flickering light turn her ivory skin gold as she approached me. "You're not naked," she correctly surmised. "Nope." She stepped into my arms, and I gathered her against me. Lowering my face into her tousled hair, I inhaled deeply, drawing her heady scent deeply within me. She pressed her lips softly to my sternum. "We're going about this all backwards," I murmured, cupping her face in my hands and tipping her head up to mine. Her hands toyed with my open shirt as if she were considering how quickly she could tear it off me. "Since when do we do anything by the book, Mulder?" I chuckled and brought my lips to hers, determined to partake in all that kissing I had dreamt of for so long. XXX Scully: I knew Mulder had a tender side buried beneath those protective layers of humor and hurt. Now that things had calmed down somewhat and I didn't need to have him inside me right that very instant, savoring his mouth was the foremost task on my "to do" list. And savor it I did. Mulder had a wonderfully talented mouth. I had guessed that some years ago, watching him have his way with countless bags of sunflower seeds. His hands were roaming over as much of my body as he could get to, soothing and caressing. Breathlessly, he tore his mouth from mine and fingered the stretchy material of my top. "Scully, can I take this off now?" I stepped back and tugged it off over my head, snapping it across the room like a really expensive slingshot. As I continued with the skirt, his eyes bored into me, and I could feel the moisture pooling between my legs once again. Kicking the fabric aside, I stood before him, naked and unashamed, the heat of his hot gaze warming me. After a long, silent minute, he raised his eyes to mine. "Was that one of those Victoria's Secret things they show the commercial for all the time?" I nodded, stepping back into his embrace. "Those models have nothing on you," he murmured, kissing me again as his hands rose to cup my breasts. Ding ding ding! Correct response, tell him what he's won, Johnny! XXX Mulder: Scully had absolutely wonderful breasts. What a shame to keep them wrapped up all day long. And for so many years, too. Her nipples rose to thank me for giving them their well-deserved freedom as I bent to praise them with my mouth. She still smelled and tasted like roses, but now it mingled with the erotic scent of sex, and it went straight to my groin. As I teased her rosy nipple with my tongue, her mouth clamped onto my ear and tugged sharply. Now, I would say that my ears are as sensitive, if not more, than the average woman's. Needless to say, I was pretty good and ready for action again after that. I was so damn happy, I could have cried. I almost did, too, dropping to my knees and wrapping my arms around her slender waist. I placed my cheek against her soft, sexy stomach. I squeezed back the tears that threatened to rise, and instead turned my head to kiss that expanse of perfect skin. Her belly button called my name, and I dipped my tongue inside, intrigued when I heard her moan loudly above me. Sensitive navel. Got it. I took full advantage of that knowledge and repeated the motion again and again, thrusting my tongue in a familiar motion. I swear to god, Scully swooned in my arms. I was pretty sure - pretty damn sure - that Scully had never swooned in her life, and I pulled her down to my level, hugging her tight against me, proud to be the first to be swooned over. Our mouths locked again, hungry and insistent. I tossed my shirt to the corner of the room and fumbled with my pants for a frantic moment before Scully's very helpful hands arrived to assist. I stood to kick them off, and she sat on the edge of the bed, watching me hungrily. I thought I would go into cardiac arrest when she looked at my cock and licked her lips. I wanted to take my time, to touch and taste the rest of her, but the fire in her eyes was quickly erasing all coherent thought once again. The primal urge to fornicate was rapidly making its presence known again, and I figured fighting it was futile anyway, so I just pushed her back onto the bed in a very ungentlemanly manner and thrust into her. XXX Scully: Did I ever mention how grateful I was for the unspoken communication we share? Unlike other lovers I'd had before, I didn't have to endure all sorts of tedious, unnecessary foreplay, when all I wanted was to have them inside me. Don't get me wrong - that stuff is great, wonderful, absolutely fantastic, but there were times when I had no patience for it. Mulder knew. He looked into my eyes and knew what I needed and wanted. Oh god, I loved the man. I wasn't sure yet which I enjoyed more - being on top of Mulder or being underneath Mulder. Both were exquisite, but I knew that there would have to be some very extensive research involved before I completed my findings. I needed a little more. I wanted him deeper inside me, pushing against my womb. However, it was hard to engage in that unspoken communication when his eyes were screwed (pardon the expression) shut, so I merely drew my knees up towards my chest, altering the angle of his penetration. Ahhh. There we go. Mulder's eyes snapped open, and I smiled up at him. "Jesus, Scully," he whispered, his lips brushing mine. "You feel so fucking good . " I flicked at his lower lip with my tongue, and he gave a guttural moan, increasing the pistoning motion of his hips. "Come for me, Mulder," I murmured into his ear as the welcome rush of my orgasm spread through me. I choked on a cry, arching beneath him blindly, hoping he would need no further encouragement to follow. XXX Mulder: Those four words nearly sent me over the edge, but the force of her slick, velvet walls clenching around me sent me spiraling into a bright supernova. I nearly screamed with the burst of light behind my eyelids. She wrapped her limbs around me tightly as I burrowed into her depths, not sure if I would ever emerge again. Not sure if I even wanted to. My mouth was clamped onto the soft intersection of her neck and shoulder, licking languorously at her salty skin. "Scully," I murmured, my voice hoarse and muffled. "Mm," she responded, her fingers tangling in my hair. "I swear next time we'll go slow." She chuckled, the sound reverberating into my chest. "We've got plenty of time for slow, Mulder." I struggled to lift myself off of her, propping up on my elbow and gathering her to me. "Plenty of time, you say?" I dropped a gentle kiss onto her upturned lips. "All weekend." I stroked the enticing curve from shoulder to hip. "And the weekend after that, and after that, and every day in between," I continued, pressing my lips to hers again, a seal upon my vow. She blinked away what suspiciously looked like tears and brushed her fingers against my lips. I kissed them softly as well. "I love you." There was only one thing to say after that, and so I said it. XXX Scully: It was Mulder's turn to sack out. I couldn't blame him, the poor guy. Twice in the span of an hour - not bad for a thirty-seven year old. Special Agent Fox Mulder, my sexy stud. I smiled at the lame thoughts my brain was tossing about and raised my hand to stroke his hair. He murmured in his doze and pulled me closer against him. I fit perfectly to his long body, and it made me smile even wider. And then, thinking about Mulder saying "I love you", my smile threatened to split the seams of my face. I felt goofy, giddy, and utterly content. I slipped my leg in between his and rested my cheek against his chest, pressing a kiss to a flat nipple. Time for sleep. I needed to gather my strength for the weekend ahead. XXX Mulder: I roused myself to find Scully asleep, nestled snugly in my arms. And naked. Did I mention she was naked? A lovelier sight I had never beheld. Sex - excuse me, love making - had left her with an actual glow that settled on her like dew on a spring morning. Her lips were swollen and parted, rosy and moist, and I stared at them for a good ten minutes, memorizing the sight. I would work on memorizing their taste and texture later. I couldn't sleep any more. I was too . happy, I guess. I hadn't been happy in so long, I had almost forgotten what it felt like. I had forgotten about the feeling that my heart was actually swelling, or that I felt like I could climb Mt. Everest, running the whole way. Maybe it was the combination of being happy and being in love. I had a hard time pinning down the point where I actually fell in love with her. I had cared for her from the start, loved her since she had been taken from me, but been IN love? It might have been Chaney, Texas, when I saw her face light up when the sheriff walked into the room. I had felt every clich=82 in the damn book - my heart plummeted, I kid you not, to the soles of my shoes, where it then felt like someone was squeezing it in their fist. I was jealous. Insanely jealous. All from that one look. And I'll finally concede that he didn't have buck teeth. But he WAS a vampire. Had I known that, I wouldn't have tried to play matchmaker. So anyway, yeah, I was definitely in love with her, I loved her, I would lay down my life for her, and damn, I wanted to make love to her again. It had been a couple of hours, that was plenty of rest. I didn't want to wake her like an enthusiastic puppy. "Come on Scully get up get up let's have sex come on come on get up!" I could have woken her with gentle kisses, or by prodding the small of her back with my growing erection, but I opted for the selfish route. I had wanted to taste her for so long. It was one of my favorite things to do, so intimate, so incredibly arousing. Moving carefully, not wanting her to awaken just yet, I positioned myself before her. I nudged her thigh with my nose, hoping she would stir and part her legs for me. I found that our mute communication worked even when one of us was asleep. Nestling myself in the cradle of her soft thighs, I brushed the edge of one finger up that white expanse of skin, stopping just at the apex. I took a moment to just admire her - the thatch of coarse, auburn curls, her rosy folds just waiting for the first reverent stroke of my tongue. Dropping a chaste kiss on her inner thigh, I wet my lips of anticipation and moved in for the kill. XXX Scully: I didn't know what time it was when I next woke up, but I did know that someone was doing something extraordinarily exquisite to me. Waves of heat were rolling over me, turning my insides to liquid fire. I probably hadn't mentioned it before, but my early morning thoughts often echoed the steamy parts of a naughty bodice-ripper. I moaned softly, figuring I was just in the last throes of a very nice dream. I tried to turn over to snuggle into the pillow, but something was holding me in place. Opening my eyes blearily, I looked down to see a shock of rumpled chestnut hair. Oh sweet Jesus. Nothing had quite prepared me for the experience of waking up with Fox Mulder's head between my legs. I seriously doubted anything ever could have. Sometime during the night, I must have died and gone to heaven. Poor Mulder must be sobbing over my lukewarm corpse back on Earth. I bet I died with a big old grin on my face. If I had a dime for every time I watched Mulder's sunflower seed ritual and had a brief flash of this, I would be a wealthy woman. At the moment, however, basic math was beyond me, and all I could do was writhe beneath his mouth, clutch his hair, and moan. His tongue moved in languorous strokes, over and under, inside and through, each pass culminating in a well-timed flick at my throbbing clit. "God," I hissed, grinding my hips into his face as he thrust his tongue inside me, the bridge of his nose pressing against the ache. He emitted a low hum in response, and it vibrated slowly upwards through my body. I was so close, so close . I tugged sharply on the clump of hair I was holding, urging him to where I needed him most. Where was that unspoken communication now? Maybe I was being too subtle. "Please, Mulder!" I moaned, not caring in the least that I was begging. What was a little begging among lovers? As long as he finished me very, very soon, I didn't care. About anything. Aliens could come down and begin colonizing right in my bedroom, and I wouldn't care. I would thoroughly enjoy my orgasm with Mulder licking at me in front of the entire Reticulan army. But if he didn't do something quick, all of this exquisite pleasure was going to become exquisite torture. A sob popped out of my mouth, and I bit my lip, digging my heels into the mattress. It must have been the sob that did it, for Mulder seemed to finally realize the torment he was causing me. With an apologetic noise, he slid one long finger deep inside me and moved his mouth higher. One firm tug of his lips and I was released. XXX Mulder: I rode out Scully's orgasm with her, gently thrusting my finger inside her, mouth caressing tenderly. That was amazing. She was amazing. I could count on one hand the times that Scully had let her walls down in front of me. True, this evening/morning had been a whole wall-busting extravaganza, but watching her lose control like that touched me to no end. She jerked beneath me, signaling that my touch was becoming too much on her overly sensitized flesh. I slowly moved up her body, planting tender kisses along the way until I reached her mouth. "Good morning," I whispered, brushing my lips in a feathery caress over hers. "What time is it?" she asked breathlessly. "Almost three." She laughed then, raising her arms around my neck. "Hell of a way to wake up, Mulder." "Mm. You're welcome." She kissed me then, her mouth a soft, sweet promise against mine. I knew then that this would be the time for us to make love slowly and thoroughly, despite what my throbbing cock was telling me. XXX Scully: We kissed for long minutes, slow, deep kisses that were like a downpour after a drought - welcome, rich, exciting. His hands moved slowly over my body, stroking my heated flesh, cupping my breasts, my hips, my ass in his palms. After this, Mulder would no doubt sleep through the rest of the weekend, but I didn't dream of stopping to make that return trip to slumberland. As my hands played over his golden skin, he raised my leg and draped it over his thigh, opening me to him again. He entered me slowly, our eyes intent on each other. Yes, this is what I had been missing, I thought as he moved within me, slipping out and pushing in with long, luxurious strokes. My hands rose to cup his face, and I murmured words of love against his mouth as he kissed me again and again. I felt alive, whole, and incredibly cherished. Mulder's eyes were on me, lush green and wondrous. "Can you come again for me?" he whispered, his fingers tangling in my hair. I smiled. Could I come again? Did the little engine make it up that hill? XXX Mulder: She wrapped her arms around my neck and rolled onto her back, bringing me with her. Raising her legs, I hooked them over the bend of my arms and continued to move with her. God, I was so deep. Deep inside her body, deep inside her soul. This was all I ever needed again, I realized, the thought causing a wide smile to spread over my flushed face. Her answering smile was brilliant, and I bent to kiss her, sealing the unspoken words with my mouth. My hands moved to stroke her breasts, and she moaned, her eyes fluttering shut. An arch of her back and a clench of her walls around me told me she was close again, and I increased the tempo, lifting her hips to meet me on each forward thrust. "Mulder . " she gasped, drawing her lower lip between her teeth. I thought I had lost her as she tensed beneath me, but then her eyes opened, electric blue scorching into mine as she reached up with her hands to pull me down to her. Another gasp, and she was coming again, milking me, pulling me in. I followed behind her, breathing her name against her mouth and leaning my cheek against hers. Feeling her tears on my skin, I kissed her over and over, moving to cradle her against me. This was all I needed. XXX Scully: I couldn't help the tears that seeped out of the corners of my eyes. It had all just overwhelmed me - Mulder inside me, Mulder kissing me, Mulder whispering he loved me. It was quite a lot of firsts for one night. I lazily stroked his hair as I watched him sleep, curled beside me with a faint smile on his lips. Sleep was inviting, and I fought to keep my tired eyes open. But sleep could wait while I touched my lover with gentle hands and barely whispered words. END Okay, so the ending disintegrated into sap territory. So sue me. No, wait! Don't sue me! Songs quoted are Billy Joel's "Scenes From an Italian Restaurant" and REM's "Undertow". Needless to say, I don't own them, either. I swear, I swear, I swear on my stacks of X-Files videos, my next story will NOT be smut. Feedback will make me do the Dance of Joy. Send any and all questions, comments, and snide remarks to spartcus1@msn.com