From: Date: Thu, 20 Aug 1998 13:50:46 EDT Subject: I'll Pay By Bexbel Title: I'll Pay.. Timeline: Fifth season. Archive: Anywhere, let me know though. Spoilers: Fifth season Keywords: M/S romance Disclaimers: No infringement intended, having some fun. Rating: NC17. Summary: What is a professional woman to do when she's alone and in need of some TLC? Authors notes: On my knees please write me back.. E Mail: Bexbel@aol.com I'll Pay... by Bexbel It's a been a warm summer, the ground dry the air clear. Soft winds and minds. But in the world of Dana Scully and Fox Mulder, the weather has been a side show. Something obsolete to their lives and work. It's been a gruelling few months. Each case, as usual has brought them closer as friends and partners. Some in good ways, others in bad. But they have survived with not too much physical injury. Although the tension rose and abated during the downtime, between the partners. Something was not quite right...especially with Ms Scully...and Mulder was not 'that' dense. He knew a change was coming, for them both. Scully's Apartment 7.00am July 10th 1998. The sun had been up for a couple of hours, throwing warm shafts of light across her crisp sheets. Causing her to stir gently. Scully refuses to open her eyes 'just' yet..it's too warm..too cosy in her bed. So she settles for a long, long stretch. The kind that makes you get goose bumps up your arms. The kind that makes your body ultra aware of anything touching it. Like the sheet..a sheet that's too restricting. Whoosh! It's gone, flung with venom on the floor. Causing her body to prepare it's self for the sudden, yet cooling rush of the air. Her breast respond in an instant. Making her tingle. A tiny smile flirts with her lips. She steals a sneak at the clock, quietly passing the moments before she has to start the day proper. 7.06am. It reads. 'I got time..' she whispers to herself, Closing her eyes, her right hand slowly meanders over her hip up to her stomach, then left towards the springy curls that hide her pleasure. Tantalising herself by barely touching herself, eliciting more goose flesh. This time however, her whole body responds and arches off the bed. 'Hummm..' the hum and arch starting a chain reaction, her free hand rests above her hair spread out like a crumpled carpet around her features. Her right leg moves up and open, in the shape of a P. Till finally her hand moves lower, and lower over her core. The pad of her middle finger instinctively sweeps slick moisture from her opening up to her clitoris. Her eyes are closed, but her minds eye seeing every move. 'I need this..' she whispers again, as if she is reassuring herself that it's OK. She 'is' allowed to do this.. With gentle movements, her fingers swirls and circles that precious bundle of heightened sensitive nerves. Hips rock languidly to imitate the ancient rhythm of making love. Slow and unhurried her finger works, her mind wanders to the last time she had given herself pleasure. It had been a disaster, and the time before, and the time before that. Just when she reached the precipis..nothing happened, nothing. No long satisfying, needed orgasm. Zilch, nothing. Just more frustration. She put it down to work load and the emotional things she had been though. Knowing that eventually it would happen. But as the attempts and failures went on, the more concerned she was getting. Her practised digit strokes a particularly sensitive spot and she arches violently and groans with pleasure..unconsciously moaning her partners name. 'Shit!' Annoyed and shocked, she allowed herself to even mention his name, during this. Some months, or was it years ago. Dana had made herself a promise not to fantasise about her partner during these moments. But she knew deep down it was a impossible request of herself. He was the only male in her life, she did work side by side with him, all the hours God sends. It would be 'insane' not to have the odd fantasy about him. She was certain he did the same. Logically, it was inevitable. Dana's hand had stopped moving, her mind not on the job in hand..no pun intended. She let out a breath harshly and knew it was impossible now to continue. So, wet, frustrated and still very flushed, she rolled off the bed, flicked off the alarm on her clock, and headed to the shower. 'Well another waste of time Dana..' she barated herself. Washing her hair systematically, then soaping her shoulders and breasts, stomach and apex. rinse and repeat the whole thing again. Cross with herself, her mind tried to rationalise the events in her bed for the last few months. As she reached the end of her mental ramblings she found her hand stroking herself again.. Her body sparking, the water warming all the right places, leaning heavily on the shower door, her fingers frantically strumming her clitoris, she began to feel the coil tighten. Her hand beginning to cramp. 'Nea..rly..there..' she gasped. 'Nearly..oh..' just as she was about to explode the phone rang loud and shocking. She had been caught, jumping, the shower door fell open and with a ungraceful thud she landed, half in, half out of the shower. Staring at her bathroom ceiling. 'Jesus Christ!!!' No orgasm, only embarrassment, and bruises. Cursing the caller, swearing to herself for not putting the answer phone on. If the situation wasn't so pathetic, she would have cried, she may even have laughed. But this was getting impossible. Grabbing a towel and hauling herself to her feet she grabbed the phone. 'What!?' she growled, rubbing her hip.. 'Hey..It's me..' Mulder started bright and cheery 'Great!..All I need..' sarcastically, 'Bad night?' He tried to calm her, sensing something was up. 'Bad fucking life Mulder..what do you want?' Dana felt herself cringe..it wasn't his fault, why take it out on him? 'PMT?' He tried to lighten her mood, and chuckled, but it only made things worse.. 'What?..you asshole..you fucking shit! Does everything have to come down to the monthly cycle of a woman?! Or is it too hard to believe that I could be really pissed at something else? What the hell do you know about it anyway? When was the last time you had a period!? Stomach ache?!..Oh sod it..never mind..' she slumped to her couch, ashamed she had lost it, and upset the only person, who was genuinely interested in her well being. 'Woooo Scully! Cool down! I'm sorry..I was out of line..I' He tried to sound apologetic, but inside he was scared. Not knowing what had set her off. 'No..Mulder..It's me..just really bad timing..that's all..' she pulled the towel around her tighter and let out the angry breath she had been holding. Rubbing her eyes she felt terrible. 'Bad timing?..Did I interrupt something?' he teased again, having no idea of what that implied. 'What!?' she carped back viciously, 'Don't even start with me today OK?' a warning. 'OK..OK..Sorry..geese..' his mind raced.. What do you want a 7.30am. I'll be in the office in half an hour? Couldn't it wait?' sighing and cooling down again. 'Um Skinner OK'd a case..just a quickie.. I thought we could start early...?' he was walking on egg shells. A long pause, he could hear her thinking about it over the phone, the cogs turning, he held his breath. 'OK where can I meet you?' Scully finally answered. Dropping easily into Agent Scully mode. Mulder sighed with relief and smileed, tapping loudly on her front door. Scully couldn't help but smile. 'Use your key, put the coffee on, I going to dress.' as she stood, she heard the key turn in her door and walked back to her bedroom. ********************************************************************* 8.10am Scully's apartment Looking at herself in the mirror, pulling the creases out of her suit, she tried the patented Agent Scully smile. Missing the mark. Turning from her reflection, and a deep breath later she walks into the kitchen. She was greeted by her partner, holding out to her a cup of steaming coffee, he wore a lopsided grin. Charming a usual. His smile lifted her, she let out the breath she's been holding. 'Thanks Mulder..' still a tad embarrassed after her uncharacteristic outburst. She leaned, in thought, against her work top. Pause. He just watched her for a few moments. 'Wanna talk bout' it?' treading very softly. Her eyes catch his, he raised his eyebrows, urging her to open up.. She considerd his offer, for a blink of an eye. 'Not right now..' soft, and leaving it open for another time. 'No time like the present..' he pushed again. Hoping. But she changed the subject. He knew it will not happen today, but maybe another. 'What's the case about?' taking another sip, she looks at him. But her mind is not with him really. 'Look Scully..' he stood and gets a little closer, very aware of her personal space, and not striding into it, like he normally does. 'I can handle this today..it's just an interview with some ex con..why don't you take some time off?' expecting her to say the standard line at him, that she's 'fine'. His jaw drops open suddenly when she answers. 'Actually Mulder...I..could really do with a break..' she waited for him to respond. But gets no verble. 'Don't worry. It's just..I need some time off, from work. I've got a few issues to sort out, I'll be OK in a couple of days..' she started to babble, his hurt ego springs up between them. 'OK Scully you need a break from old spooky..' his head bowed. 'No!..Not you..from 'me' Mulder. From Dr Scully?' she tries to explain, but he turns placing his coffee mug down and gives her a little squeeze on her hand, without a word he is gone. Leaving her standing, wondering what the hell just happened. Nothing she can do about it now. So she changes and begins her day anew. ********************************************************************* The rest of the day, starts with washing the car, then the kitchen floor, rearranging cupboards, vacuuming the apartment, dusting, washing, ironing, calling her Mum, and catching up on some correspondence. Paying bills and checking her e mail. All this took until 2.30pm. She had a quick sandwich and went into town. Buying herself another work suit and shoes. A couple of Cd's she had heard about and then back home, then to the store, for some food. Another shower and change of clothes, on her return. Slumping on the couch, slinging on her new CD, and a glass of Cabinet in hand, she sits and listens. Realising she hasn't resolved anything. Only run around like a headless chicken all day. Avoiding the problem. Suddenly feeling very lonely and vulnerable, missing Mulder, she sipped the fruit of the vine. Tears welling up in her eyes. the lyrics hit a nerve, she flips to the next track, as she hears a tentative knock at her door. **************************************************************** 7.30pm Scully's Apartment. 'Hey Scully!' Mulder eases his way in, as only he can, with a Indian take out in one hand, a movie in the other, and a beautiful smile on his face. Scully relieved to seen him, smiles generously, 'Mulder?...your a star..do you know that?' 'I know..' all smug. He wanders purposely into the kitchen to grab plates and cutlery. Scully begins to help.. 'No..go and sit...or put the vid' on..' 'Oookkkay..' turning on her heals, the said video in hand, she puts it in her VCR. 'I hope this is from the store and not your personal collection Mulder?' she chuckled.. He put the plates down and gave her 'his' pout.. 'You wound me Scully..' hand on his heart. 'This is a chick flick, romance and tears all the way though, no sex or violence, I swear..' Scully throws him a radiant smile, settling to the couch, they both tucked in as the credits rolled. 'How did the case go..?' she spat with a mouthful of chicken korma. 'Shhhh..watch..no work..' he chastised. His eyes fixed on the box in the corner of the room. 'Brief Encounter! Mulder I love this movie..!?' astonished that he really did have some taste. 'All ladies do..I can't see the attraction myself..' he gaves all playful and nonchalant. She whacked his shoulder hard, grinning, feeling better already. 'Thanks..' she offered tenderly. 'Your welcome..for what?' 'For the food, the movie, the company..for your concern, your friendship...for being you. I do appreciate you, and what you do for me..really.' 'Your making me blush' he chuckled, taking her hand and placed a tender kiss on the back of it. 'Besides, what are friends for..' letting her go he picked up poppadom, and filled his mouth yet again. Making her chuckle as he did. **************************************************************** The film finished he handed her his hanky, which she accepted gratefully. 'God..everytime..everytime it gets me.' wiping her eyes, and nose. Taking the bull by the horns, he can't stand not knowing any longer. He had to know what has got to his lady. 'So what did you do today?' starting cautiously. 'Oh..everything!..you name it, I did it..' she chuckled recalling her frantic day off. He waggled his eyes at the innuendo. She replied with a scold on her face. He replied with raising his hands in surrender. 'So?..like what?' he probed, swigging his wine. 'Washed the car, shopping, tidied the flat, cooking, made some calls, blar blar blar..' 'Sounds like you had some energy to expend.?' treading a little more firmly now. 'Yeah..you could say that..' she took a nervous sip of her wine, settling back on the couch. She knew where this conversation was headed... 'Scully... are you going to tell me, or am I going to have to guess the problem?' gently and quietly. Their eyes lock and she held her breath, they both do. There is a agonising pause, while she considers what to do, until finally. 'We're friends..right?' she began slowly. 'Best..I'd say' he gave a reassuring smile. Returning his smile with as much passion, she nodded gratefully. 'I can tell you anything, right?..and you'll not make judgements or laugh..?' she flicked her eyes back to the rim of her glass. 'Scully you trust me don't you?' Nodding she takes a deep breath. 'OK. Here we go. Over the last few years. I've had no life. I mean..I 'have' a life, work etc..but..' she frowned and stood up, this is not coming out right. 'Go on tell me..' he urged, realising now, what this is all about. Or so he thought. 'Your gonna think I've gone off my trolley..!' she added quickly, not seeing his panic. 'You wanna transfer?' he gave quietly, gutted like a wet cod. She turned abruptly, seeing his despair. 'No!..No it's not about work!..Or you..it's about 'me' she tries, but fails badly, to be eloquent, beginning to pace the room in front of him, nervously. 'Scully for Christ sake your scaring me..what is it!' he urged desperately. The dam breaks. 'I'm frustrated!' frowning hard at the way it came out. Not able to look him in the eye, she watched the wine in the glass slosh over her hand. 'About?' he doesn't understand. 'Jesus Mulder do I have to spell it out?!' she started to pace again. Embarrassed and feeling that this was a 'really' bad idea. 'I'm 'FRUS TRA TED'..I haven't been with a man in...God too bloody long!' giving herself a dejected mental thump in the head. Then the penny drops, the puzzle is complete. He feels embarrassed now, not because of the subject matter, but because he came up with another scenario. 'I see..' he whispered, watching her squirm, as well as himself. 'God you sound like a therapist!.. ' she grinned at him. 'Sorry..' he sinks into the chair. Both realising this was going to b= e tough. **************************************************************** A few moments pass. Both of the agents sitting staring at each other. This is so hard. Mulder feeling guilty, he is the one that takes her away from a normal life. Normal hours. How the hell can she find a guy when they live out of suitcases. They knew they were treading on thin ice. 'Your video collection?' she pauses to swallow the fur ball in her throat. 'er..yes..what about it?' both like children behind the bike sheds, they tremble. No he knows she needs to hear the truth, something she expects from him, always. He can't fail her now, not since she has thrown caution to the wind. 'Do they..keep 'those' feelings at bay?' her eyes sparking in the half light, needing to see and hear the truth from him. 'No.' blunt and sincere. He kept the eye contact, not daring to look away. 'So what do you do..when you get..horney..?' she manages to say. 'Wank.' Not missing a beat, he whispered with a nervous smile, his eyes locked with hers. She nodded understanding. Finally dragging her eyes from his, pondering her next question. He poured them a top up and smiled, handing the full glass to her. 'After that..if it's not enough? a prostitute? a girl from your local?' her tone deadly serious, needing to know how he copes. 'No..no prostitute it's too risky..' she nodded agreeing. 'I have 'our' work..it helps' he droped his head, revealing a little of his heart. 'But Dana this isn't about me..is it?' he reached for her hand, she couldn't even look at him now, her stomach turning, her thoughts racing. Pause. He comes back at her now, gone to far to stop now. 'Do you pleasure yourself?' Mulder asked quietly, gently. She didn't answer directly, but nodded almost unperceptably to him. Letting her eyes answer for her lips. 'But'. she tells herself. 'It's not been working of late...I'm practised..believe me! But just as soon as I get..' she stops herself noting her skin burning violently. 'Nothing happens?' he finished her sentance, knowing what she was getting at. 'No! nothing! It's getting ridiculous! Four sodding months!' mocking herself. 'Your a beautiful woman Dana..it wouldn't be so hard for you to find a guy..I'm sure you could..' Scully interrupted by pulling away, standing annoyed with herself, terrified at what she is about to do. What she has to do. 'Do you think I haven't thought about it?..Skinner Tony? Frohike?..' 'Tony?..who's Tony?' he seemed suddenly jealous, which she missed. Laughed suddenly at his comment. 'See!?..I'm crap at this relationship stuff. A total wash out.' defeated. 'Dana..sit down.' he interjected calmly, patting the couch beside him. 'Do you know Mulder, I've even considered paying for it?' she spat at him, in anger at herself. His mouth fell open at her revelation. 'Jesus Dana..don't do that!..You don't need to pay for it!..any man would..' he started and stopped as she began to cry. He was holding her in a nanno second. His heart breaking for her. It being all his fault she's in this state. Always dragging her day after day from a normal heterosexual life, dates, dinners and men. How the hell could she find someone to love her, when she's never around one place long enough, to form a relationship. Then he heard a soft tremulous voice on his chest.. 'We're best friends Mulder..you'd give your life for me, and I for you. But..would you give 'me' your body ..for one night?' It was killing her to beg him like this. Hurt, desperate, frightened. And so close to the only man she had ever really loved. She had to know. But would he do this for her? 'Oh Dana..' he almost sobbed with her, knowing what it must have taken her to ask him. He tilted her chin up to look at him, she looked so vulnerable, so small. Taking a deep breath, standing back from him a little, ready to do anything to quench this ache.. Could she see hope in his eyes. Would he do this? She began to rarionalise her request, hopefully making his response easier. 'It would only be a fuck. Just that. A release. It would be out of my system. And we could go back to how we were..' finally she had said it. He shook his head, eyes closed, trying to take it in. Knowing it would mean more to him than that. Then she said it, the words that made him shake with anger.. 'I'll pay..I'd pay you..' making it a buisness arrangment. His breath left his lungs suddenly and made him dizzy. She pulled away again towards her purse. He stood there stunned and furious. She obliviant to his ire. Frantically searching for her purse. 'How much?..500..a thousand?..tell me..' her head down, tears falling, her hands trembling as she fumbled for a pen to write the cheque. Temporary insanity. He grabbed her violently and stood her up, she dropped her purse to the floor, he was terrified that she would go and do this with someone else. Then God knows what she would catch!. He spun her around, his eyes wide with anger and fear.. 'You want me to 'fuck' you! Screw you senseless!!???' he screamed at her. Stunned she screamed back 'YES!!' Passion in her eyes, fear in her heart. Wanting this so bad it physically hurt. 'Right!' he dragged her to the bedroom, flicking on the light, and threw her to the bed. she flopped down hard, her hair splayed out. He was naked in seconds. Engorged and straining towards her. She grabbed her jean buttons and fumbled badly, He slapped her hands away, undid them deftly and yanked them off her hips, taking her panties with them. Ripping her shirt from her shoulders, then tore her bra in half. She slammed her eyes closed, waiting for him to do what he had promised with his eyes and body. He paused as he drank in her perfect form for the first time. His breath caught and his anger began to subside slowly. 'Beautiful..' he sighed the word rather than said it aloud. He slowed his movements and placed both his palms on either shoulder and stroked down her form, from there to hips. She arched and growled, suddenly sitting up she reached quickly for his member, before he could respond she covered his sex with her mouth. Pulling him deeper into her throat with her hands on his but, pushing him backwards and forwards. 'Jesus Dana!' he moaned as she circled her tongue on his ragging hot tip, slid her mouth up and down his length, and suckled. One hand joined in on his testicles..Humming luciously. 'Dana..Oh God Dana!' he didn't know what to do, to go with the flow or take over, he was supposed to be fucking her.. 'Dana Don't' She was like a woman possessed. 'Don't call me Dana!' she sunk back to his cock, he felt his edge approach, but confused by her. Why was he not allowed to call her Dana? 'I'm paying I get to do what I want..' a rebuff at his protests. She continued, and brought him to the brink. He gasped as she released him from her glorious mouth. As if she read his mind, 'I need to know I can still do this.' her tone soft, hoping he would understand. He did. And nodded. When she resumed, he moaned in releif, she took him into heaven, and back. By the time he opened his eyes, she was lying on the bed properly, with a smile on her face. Her eyes closed. He laid beside her and she opened her eyes to face him. They searched each other faces. What had they just done? His anger nearly gone but not quiet. Mulder leaned in to kiss her, as he did she placed her hand on his chest, abruptly, to hold him back, terror in her eyes. 'No!' Don't kiss me..' 'Why the hell not?' he looked rejected and confused. 'Not here..' she put her fingers to her lips. 'Too intimate..' she finished. Like a real prostitute, he wasn't allowed to do this to her, which made the anger in his body fly up his throat in the form of bile. He sneered at her. He understood, knowing if they did kiss it would be making love, not fucking. As she had intended. Which only made him madder. 'OK..no mouth' his jaw clenched, he watched her eyes intensely as his hand slid quickly down her chest and into her wet core. He jabbed two fingers straight up her without tenderness or grace. She gasped with pain and a little pleasure. Biting her lip, her eyes slamming shut suddenly. 'Open you eyes..' he growled hard and cold, his fingers forcing into her faster and faster.. 'Watch me fuck you..so you won't forget that Spooky got you off!' he almost bit her shoulder in his rage. She moved a trembling hand to his, between her legs to ease him. She knew she had hurt him. She was using him for god sake what did she expect? But he didn't relent, he just got more vicious. His fingers worked harder and faster, with every hard thrust, every penetration making her whince, then he flicked onto her spot inside. He knew she would have one of 'those' G spots and was glad in a way he found it. 'More..' she begged as he continued to work her to a peak from inside. her hand pushing him deeper, urging him on to finish her off. She would kill to have it now. The violence of his actions shocked him and disgusted him. He felt like crying. He never wanted to hurt her. He didn't want her to cry out in pain. He felt the tears crash over his lids and hid is face in her neck. He fingers continued, she was so close. He sucked her ear, kissed and nuzzled her neck, everywhere but her mouth. Jesus it was hard not to. But she was setting the rules. The awful thing was, she was getting off like this. Mulder felt ashamed of himself. He moved down her body to her nipple and lavished his attentions on it. 'Oh..God..' she stammered, she clenched hard on his fingers about to reach her long awaitedgoal, and he withdrew his fingers leaving her, utterly stunned and empty, void of sensation. 'Bastard..' she whimpered, he watched her reaction as he licked his fingers of her nectar. 'If I can't taste you here..' he stroked her lips, as she tried to catch her breath. He pulled her thigh sideways, and knelt between her open legs. They trembled, her hands clasped her pillow. She knew what he was going to do..she throbbed in anticipation. 'Have you any objections?' he asked sarcastically, but tried to show sympathy in his eyes. She gave a hesitant smile, weak, so aroused she couldn't remember if she had been so high. She shook her head slowly, not daring to look away from him. He began at her chin and kissed every inch of her, leaving wet trails where he had touched her. She was writhing beneath him. sounds left her throat, she wasn't sure were from her. When he reached her breasts and suckled tenderly, she put her hands into his hair and caressed his scalp, appreciating his technique. His member purple and painfully hard, he ignored it, for now. Finally..finally he was teasing her soft mound with his lips. 'Mulder..do it!' his breath so close to her petals, tantalisingly close to where she needed that incredible mouth. 'Please..' begging.. 'Tongue fucking is extra..' he whispered, 'I'll pay..just get me off..' she grabbed his head and forced him onto her wet folds. 'Motherof..' she cried out, as he started to flick quickly at her now protruding clit, circling then sucking it into his mouth, to repeat the tension all over again. Scully was almost insane. Her mind headed south, till nothing was alive except her scorching sex. How could he be angry with her anymore? She was beyond caring what he thought. She needed this..him. how could he deny her anything. He loved her. He had dreamt about this for too many years. His anger spent he began to make love to her with his lips and tongue. Taking her higher and further than she had ever been. Too many months and years without a man. This man. Time to let her have what she desired. Her hands left his head as he continued to pleasure her. She was so sensitive, she would whimper if he barely touched her. Possibilities here he mused. Laving her from down low to her clit and back. Flicking gently at it, stopping before she climaxed, keeping her so close he thought she might pass out. He jabbed into her opening, slick and hot, like velvet to his mouth. He relished every second. She smiled and grimaced, frowned and held the pillow over her face to stifle her cries. He pulled it away, so he could see her face, to judge when to hold off or when to let her fly. He moaned and trembled with her, she was magnificent. They both were. With her breath ragged, her body stopped moving, she tensed, and waited for the cliff to come into view, yet again. Unknowing whether he would let her fly off it this time. Not caring if she lived or died when she did. 'Aaah..' was all he heard for a few seconds, as he slipped his wet lips over her bud and suckled gently, easing two fingers back into her. Gently this time. He saw a tear roll down her cheek, as she split in half, jerked onto his mouth and hand. Each quake taking her breath away, her whole body arching off the bed, until he couldn't see her face anymore. 'Than..k God..' a sexy sensual, benediction to his ears, a prayer being answered. Spoken quietly and softly. He never left her, determined she was satisfied, utterly. Her relief obvious and overwhelming. As she slowly floated back, he hadn't stopped, but became bolder and more forceful. Pinning her hips to the bed and went crazy on her sex. Building the tension again. She pulled his head away but he wouldn't stop. She tried to move away. Too scared of what this would do to her brain cells. Could sex with Mulder kill you? She had to wonder. She lost her train of thought as a short sharp blissful orgasm ripped powerfully through her, and another, and another. They all mellowed into one life shattering climax. Her body giving all it could, her hands covered her eyes and she sobbed for joy...whimpering with rapture. As she came back to reality she found her mouth was speaking. 'Mul..der..muldermuldermulder..please..beg..stop..please..' she muttered, her mind slowly coming into focus again. He did as instructed, sliding his mouth off her soaked core. His hand played with her stomach, in a tender caress. Propped up on to his elbow, he watched and waited for her to come back from where she had been. It took a while. When she turned to see him staring intently at her, her heart fit to burst, with gratitude. She grabbed him around the chest, not knowing what else to say or do. Except hug him with all her might. 'Hey..it's OK..Scully.' he whispers to her ear. Stroking her back. Maybe it's a vulnerable moment but she whispers shyly, knowing how much she hurt his feelings. 'Dana..call me Dana.' The smiles they both gave each other would light up DC for Christmas. After a while he decided that she was ready for some more, unbeknown to her. He rolled her gently onto her stomach and massaged her shoulders, they were totally relaxed and soft. He knelt astride her legs and pulled her buttocks off the bed and slid into her. his glands at first then inch by inch the rest of himself. His groan nearly drowned out by her's. Her breath caught, she was putty in his hands. She knelt up and impaled herself on him. His cock butting blindly into her cervix, making her shudder with delight. He rocked her gently. Playing leisurely with her breasts, kissed her back and shoulders. Her hands followed his, then met with his thighs, strong and taught. To do some caressing of her own. Both moving slowly, but giving one another as much pleasure they could. He sighed when she began her own rhythm of squeezing him as he moved in and out of her. She smiled knowing he was enjoying the coupling of minds and bodies, as much as she. He needed this too. It was beginning to dawn on her that they were no longer filling her 'needs' but each others. They were making love. She had to be sure. She slid slowly off him and turned around to see his face. She couldn't read it. Her brow told him so. He smiled and eased her back onto his beautiful organ. Face to face she could watch him, and he her. Maybe she could read his mind. Stroking his chest, she lost herself in his body. Was this love? Or the best lay of her life? She questioned his eyes silently. He was screaming in his head... She touched his cheek as he lowered her bad to the bed, sinking deeper into her. There eyes never stopping the questions and giving the answers. The light began to dawn on the lady. Stunning her..She never knew..she had no idea, he felt this way about her. 'Oh Mulder..' she whispered as she stroked his hair, unbelieving that this was happening. That he was, indeed making love to her. 'You feel so good Dana..' His slow movements mimicked there composure, happy to take their time. 'Your looked incredible when you came...let me come with you.?' he whispered, pleading. Scully just nodded, still in shock Watching him, drowning in his eyes. He moved his weight off her, so his organ stimulated her over sensitive clitoris, with each glide back and forward. His eyes follow her mouth as she breathed and moaned, needing to kiss her. Each caress, like silk, each movement pulling them closer to completion. Suddenly he leant in and pecked at her lips, she staid still, just the bottom half of them moving in unison. Almost at heavens door. He hovered over her lips, she wet them and smiled. Then he took the chance. Pressing his lips to her's half expecting her to pull away, his heart leapt, when he felt her tiny warm tongue run along his lips. He couldn't hold back his passion any longer. They groped at each other like animals, deep French kisses, wet slide and rasp of tongues. The ultimate sensation began to overwhelm them both. Mutual moans increased as they clasped at each other and flew off to their own private Eden. His explosion making her smile with victory and relief, as her climax enhanced his. Utterly spent and trembling they collapsed beside each other, struggling for breath. **************************************************************** Panic finally hit her between her eyes. What the hell has she done. Just had sex with her partner. Incredible sex at that..This is 'way' too huge. She sliped off the bed and goes out to the living room. Mulder watched her go in silence, wondering what she is doing. A few moments later, she came back with her cheque book and pen. He could not believe his eyes. The anger boils up in him, he jumped up and stood in front of her, looking at the cheque book, then flinging it across the room. 'What?' she recoils, stunned. 'You think I wanna be paid?! I'm no fucking gigolo!' he fumed. 'I thought we agreed?' questioning his anger quietly. 'Jee suss! Dana!' he grabed her shoulders. 'WE. JUST. MADE. LOVE!!' loosing his shit totally. Wanting to shake some sense into her. 'I know' she whispered looking at her hands. Trembling. Her tears started to leak from her eyes. She sat on her bedroom chair, he knelt in front of her taking, her head in his hands. 'Then why insult me with your money?' his anger fading. His heart twisting in his chest at her confusion and pain. 'We can't do this..it's not right..' trying to make this a rational decision. She babbled. 'Can you tell me honestly..truthfully, what we just did..felt wrong?' he urged her to look at him. 'No..but..' he cut her off. 'I love you Dana' soft and tender, wiping away her tears. She pulled her head from his hand, her face tortured and full of remorse, scared. He grabbed her into a bear hug not letting her go. 'I love you..I love you...I love you..I love you..How many times do you need to hear it, before you believe it? I love you I love..' she stopped him with a kiss, slow and sensual. Loving him for finally saying those words that mean so much. He felt her mouthe something to his lips as they pulled apart. 'What did you say..?' he whispered, a grin beginning to form on both their lips. 'Ditto..I said..ditto..' her smile and heart bright as the sun outside. 'Thank God!' he chuckled and kissed her hard, long and deep. 'Mulder?' 'What my love..?' 'That thing you did with your mouth?' a wicked Scully smile curves her mouth. 'Yeeaarrrhhh..what about it?' he starts to get the idea. 'Can we do that again?' 'What?..Now?' he chuckles, amazed she is up for round two. 'If your up to it?' seriously. 'Oh.. I got myself a nympho!' He gives back sarcastically. Secretly thanking his God in heaven. Then, receiving no definite answer, she added playfully.. 'I'll pay..?' END FEEDDDBBAACCKK!!! Bexbel@aol.com.