I read a few posts on the newsgroup and decided to write one
of my own, so here is my first try.  I am a XPRAer, and for
those of you who know what that means, then you know what
happens in this story! :-)
     Scully's apartment falls apart, and Mulder helps her
move and (!) get settled in her new place.
     The characters of Fox Mulder and Dana Scully are the
sole copyright of Chris Carter, Ten Thirteen Productions,
the Fox Network, and whoever else claims legal right.  No
infringement was intended, I just wanted to have a little
fun with our heroes. I promise to return them unharmed, just
a little happier.  This fanfic may not be posted or
distributed to any newsgroup, FTP site, website, or anywhere
else without permission from the author.  (But, if you aske
very nicely, chances are I'll say yes!:-) )
     Now, if you get a little mad or disgusted by the
thought of Mulder and Scully together, do not read any
further.  This story is rated **NC-17** for adult
situations, and it has a pretty long sex scene, 'written in
loving detail' so all minors please turn back now.  It is
divided into 3 parts, so if you choose not to heed my
warning you have another chance to later on.  You have been
warned! ;-)
     Send all comments to : dilefu@jetlink.net  and PLEASE
PUT 'TO NIKKI' in the subject line.  I will appreciate all
of your comments! :-) --------------------------------------
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<-Moving In Near Heaven's Touch-> (NC-17)
Part 1 of 3
By Nikki Le Fevre, 1996
Dana Scully's Apartment
Monday, 6:09 A.M.

     *Dammit!  Not again!*
     Dana Scully had been half asleep when she turned on the
shower in her apartment, but was now wide awake.  When she
stuck her fingers under the steady stream of water from the
shower head in her bathroom, she felt that it was still
cold.  This was the third time this month that the water had
failed to heat up in the morning.  Not to mention the few
other times that she hadn't gotten hot water while doing the
dishes.
     *Looks like I'll just have to take a cold shower.*
     She smirked.  Hell, she could use one anyway.  Maybe it
would wake her up, help her to think how she would face her
partner this morning. Scully's dreams had lately been rather
ostentatious in regards to her partner, and last night was
no exception.  They had been turbulent nights filled with
overwhelming intimacy, the likes of which had made her moan
out in her sleep for the ghostly touch of Mulder's arms to
become real.
     It was so hard to talk to him with a straight face
after seeing such an intimate facet of his personal side at
night.  The Mulder of her dreams was strong and caring,
totally devoted to bringing her the utmost pleasure from
their experiences.
     He was also hung like a horse.
     Of course the real Mulder knew nothing of their
nocturnal encounters; they were all in Scully's head,
unfortunately.
     She took a deep breath and jumped in the shower,
shrieking at the feel ofthe icy prickles on her spine.  She
sighed.
     *It's going to be a long day.*

J.  Edgar Hoover Building
F.B.I. Headquarters
Tuesday, 10:13 A.M.

     Special Agent Fox Mulder mulled over the case he had
been given by his superior, A.D. Skinner.  As his eyes took
their fill of the precisely-typed lines, he realized that it
was a homicide case, the type usually assigned to rookie
agents.  Mulder suspected his ending up with such a low-end
file had something to do with his recent erratic behavior in
the Bureau, and failure to comply with protocol.
     *God forbid if I should sound slightly biased in my
field reports,*  he thought scornfully as he tossed aside
the manila folder.  Mulder yanked off his glasses and rubbed
the bridge of his nose.  How could he give a decent and fair
report to the same men who had hired a hit on his father? He
just couldn't see the point in writing up his investigation
for people who already knew the facts.  It seemed pointless.
He was just there for face value, to investigate for looks,
so that the public wouldn't get suspicious.  They were
government bureaucrats who shamelessly hid the seemingly
obvious truth from everyone, especially those who were
entitled to know.  Like people who had lost loved ones in
the exploits of the crossfire.
     Like he and Scully.
     He sighed.  He had always wondered if Scully ever held
him partially responsible for her sister's death. After all,
he was somewhat accountable.  If it wasn't for his frowned-
upon conduct and crackpot theories, and the way he always
forced Scully into the middle with him, her sister might
still be alive. Although she had shown no indication of ever
blaming him, there was a part of his psyche that would
always feel guilty.
     He raised his head and disconnected himself from the
maze of jumbled thoughts at the sound of the office door
opening.  A harried-looking Scully entered, tossed her
briefcase on her desk, and plopped down in her chair.  She
was late, which was unusual. An exhausted expulsion of
breath and the laying of her forehead on her fingertips
showed to him just how disturbed she was.
     He voiced his opinion.  'You look as bad as I feel.'
     An icy stare met his gaze as she retorted:  'Thanks.
Good morning to you, too.'
     He flinched as he saw that maybe his humor was not the
best thing to throw at her right now.  He softened his tone
and turned to face her desk.  'Is something wrong? Anything
I can do?'
     Well, there was nothing he could do about the
disheveled and dilapidated state of her apartment, but
Scully could think of a couple of things he could do to help
to alleviate her disturbed nocturnal state of mind.  Her
eyes went cloudy and she licked her lips in remembrance of
his imagined touch upon her...
     'Earth to Scully.  You OK?'
     She gave herself a quick mental slap.  'Y-yes, I'm all
right.  It's just my apartment.  It's coming apart at the
seams. This is the third time this month I've had to take a
cold shower in the morning.'
     Mulder almost laughed out loud as he remembered the
number of times he had to take a cold shower after talking
to Scully at night.  He loved the confidence they shared in
those midnight talks; the utter feeling of trust that was
completely mutual.  He loved being able to dial her number,
give a simple greeting of, 'It's me', and to know that the
person on the the other end was one of virtually flawless
character, someone who would never negatively chastise what
he had to say.
     He responded:  'I hate having to take cold showers.'
     Choosing to pass on a perfect opportunity to zing him,
and deciding that she just didn't want to know, she stood up
and stretched her back.  'Me too.  The cold water really
tenses up my muscles.  Did I ever tell you that I have a bad
back?'
     'No.'
     'Well, I do.  I fell of my bike when I was a kid and
cracked a vertebra. Just a hairline fracture, but enough to
really hurt then and bug me every once in a while now.  That
water really made it hurt this morning.'
     Mulder gave a coy smile and said, 'Well, you know the
shower's always open at my place.'
     Scully chose to ignore that comment too.  'Thanks, but
what I really need is a new apartment.'
     'Oh.'
     He turned back to his desk and was just about to resume
working when a happy jolt went through him.  He remembered
his landlord mentioning something to him in casual
conversation... something about a vacant apartment. He
perked up immediately and whipped around in his chair to
gaze at Scully.
     *Would she do it?* he mused.  He wondered if she would
hearken to the idea of moving into apartment number 32,
exactly one floor below him.
He tried to sound nonchalant.  'Hey Scully.'
     She had pulled out her PowerBook computer and was
busily clacking away at the keys.
     'Hm?'  She didn't look up.
     'I know of a place relatively near work.  It's cheap
and in good condition, and I really think you'd like it.' He
played with his pen absentmindedly, not making eye contact
with her.
     Scully stopped typing and immediately looked up,
thrilled at the prospect. 'Really?  That sounds great! Where
is it?'
     He hesitated and prepared for the outburst.  'In my
building.  A floor below me.'
     Her smile didn't falter, nor did she seem disappointed.
"Fantastic!"
     'Excuse me?'
     'I said, fantastic!  A new place is just what I need.'
     Mulder was surprised.  He'd certainly expected more of
a reaction than that.  'You mean, you don't mind living in
the same building as me?'
     Scully waved him off.  'Please Mulder.  We're both
adults.  I'm sure we can lead our separate lives in the same
building.  And besides at this point, I'm so desperate to
get out of my apartment, I'll go anywhere.'
     He was definitely shocked, but in a delighted sort of
way.  Now his partner and best friend would be only a
staircase away.
     'Now maybe my phone bill will drop down to a normal
level, with you in the same building.'
     She laughed; a pure, joyous sound.  It was so rare that
she expressed happiness anymore that it caught Mulder off
guard.
     'Now wait Mulder, we aren't in the same building yet.'
          'Oh, I wouldn't worry about that.'
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End Part 1
1996, Nikki Le Fevre

Moving In Near Heaven's Touch, Part 2 of 3 (NC-17)
All previous disclaimers still apply.
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Mulder's (and Scully's!)  Apartment Building
Sunday, 5:03 P.M.

     Mulder stretched the aching muscles in his body.
     He didn't know pleasing a woman like this could be so
much work.  He hadn't exerted himself like this in a little
while, so he was rather rusty. Scully sure put him to the
test, though.  But if she gave him just one more command...
     'Mulder, what are you waiting for?  Pick that thing up
and stick it over here!'
     He groaned.  'Scully, I'm tired, I ache, and I just
don't want to do this anymore!'
He plopped down the coffee table he had been
carrying in front of the couch.
     'Hey!  Be careful with that, please?  It's an
heirloom!' She rushed over to inspect it.  The table wasn't
damaged, but
there were four dents in the hardwood floor.
     'Great, just great!  I haven't even lived here a day
and you've already dented my floor!'
     It was almost a week after Mulder had told her about
the vacancy in his building.  Scully had wasted no time in
calling up his landlord and inquiring about the empty
apartment.  He informed her that for a reasonable monthly
fee, she could have a nice one-bedroom-one-bathroom place
just like Mulder's.  She drove over there that evening,
slapped a down payment on the table, and signed the lease
agreement right there.  That old apartment of
hers was in such a sad state of repair that she couldn't
wait to leave.
     Now, she and Mulder were transferring all of her
possessions from one apartment to her new one, # 32.  At
Mulder's insistence, she hadn't hired a moving van.  It was
cheaper this way, he had said.  Besides, it'll be easy,  he
had said.  Now he was standing on her newly dented wooden
floor complaining about all the work.
     'I'm sorry about your floor Scully, but I'm exhausted!
We've been working since 7:30 this morning! Can't we take a
break?'
     'Nope.  I'm tired too, but if we stop now we'll never
get it done.' She placed her hands on her hips as if to
effectively punctuate her statement. 'Besides, I'm the one
with the bad back.'
     'Well thanks to you, *I* now have a bad back.' Mulder
placed his hands a the small of his spine and arched
backwards, causing a *pop* that echoed in the room.  He
looked at her.  'Can we please quit for the day?  C'mon, I'm
a man on my knees here.'
     Scully's irritatedness drained out of her.  He could be
damned *cute* when he wanted to!  Besides, she was too worn
out to argue with him any longer. He *was* right.  They had
been working all day.  Her back was killing her too, but she
had learned to deal with the pain long ago.
     She lowered her voice.  'I'm sorry.  You're right. Just
those last few boxes and then we'll call it quits, OK?'
She placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.
     Her complacent gesture put Mulder at ease.  He gave her
a tired smile.  'Okay.'
     They hauled in the last of Scully's boxes from the
hallway and dropped them in a corner of the room.  They then
dropped their tired bodies on the couch which Mulder had so
meticulously moved, at Scully's specifications of course.
     'I'm pooped.  You know, you can really be a drill
sergeant when you want to be.'  He turned to face her on the
couch, leaning an elbow on the back of it and propping his
head in his hand.
     She gave him a demure smile.  'I guess having a father
in the military had something to do with that.'  They shared
a moment of silence until it was broken by the rumble of
Mulder's stomach.
     Scully giggled.  'Hungry?'
     He ducked his head, embarrassed.  'Yeah, if I don't get
my fill of bad Chinese food before a certain time it starts
complaining.'  He patted his belly.  'Is your phone hooked
up yet?'
     'Yes.  I made sure to have that taken care of before I
moved in.'
     'Great.'  He hopped up, then glanced out over the sea
of boxes and furniture.  'Uh...where is it?'
     'On the counter.'
     He hopped over a few obstacles to get to the phone.
'Bad Chinese food, my treat.  I know a great place down the
street that delivers.'
     'A Chinese place that delivers?'
     He shrugged.  'I'm a good customer.'
     Mulder dialed and ordered, and a half-hour later they
had heaping piles of chow mein, fried rice, curry chicken
and egg rolls on paper plates, plus a bottle of red wine
Scully had managed to find in a stray carton.
     He picked up a plastic fork.  'I'm glad you were smart
enough to pick up disposable utensils.  I'd have hated for
you to see me eat with my hands. Not a pretty sight.'
     'I'm no fool, Mulder.'
     He picked up his glass and the wine sloshed around as
he did.  'A toast.'
     She cocked her head and hesitantly picked up her glass
too.  'To what?'
     'To...the best decision you ever made.  Moving in near
me.'  He clinked her glass, gave her a sly wink and took a
swig.
     She laughed and with a, 'Here here,' took a sip.
     They ate, each one too hungry to speak.  Scully
finished off her glass and politely declined any more when
Mulder offered. He had finished his and was now halfway
through his second.  The meal was going well, but in the
middle of a bite of egg roll, Scully's back jerked and she
gave a muffled cry of pain.
     Mulder was startled.  'What?  What is it?'
     Scully put down her plate and massaged the spot that
had twinged.  'It's nothing,  Just every once in a while my
back catches when I've over-stressed it.  Don't worry.'
     But a second later it happened again, only this spark
of discomfort brought her to her feet with a grimace, and
her teeth bit her lower lip.
     Mulder dropped his food and hopped up beside her. He
put one arm delicately around her waist and the other on her
stomach. His face was a mask of concern.  'Are you sure
you're all right? Have you ever had this looked at?'
     She gave a soft, sighing laugh.  'I'm OK.  The doctor
said there was nothing he could do.  Just don't over-stress
it.'
     'Why didn't you tell me?' he asked her, helping her
back down gently on the sofa.  'I wouldn't have had you move
anything.'
     She looked at him meaningfully.  'That's precisely why
I didn't tell you.'
     Mulder frowned.  'Is there anything I can do?'
     'Not really.  Nothing a little professional massage at
the YMCA won't fix.'
     At that statement a mischievous gleam crept into
Mulder's eyes.  He rubbed his chin thoughtfully.  'Oh
Scully...'
     'What?'
     'I know an amateur masseuse.  Good-looking, strong,
nearby, and free.'
     She caught on instantly.  'Oh no...'
     He was adamant.  'Why not?  I'm damn good.'  He arched
his eyebrows.  'Or so I've been told.'
     She inched away from him on the couch.  'No. Absolutely
not.  Because now we live too close and it would be too...'
     'Awkward?'
     She pointed a finger at him.  'Exactly.'
     'Well, OK,' he replied, pretending to be put out. 'But
you don't know what you're missing.'
     Scully eyed him for a moment and picked up her plate to
resume eating.  She was shocked that he could even bring
up such a thing!  Sure she had feelings for him, but she
could never consent to something like that!
     Just as she was about to dig into her chow mein, the
pain in her back stopped her.  She sighed and closed her
eyes.
     Or could she?
     Her conscience and better judgment were telling her no,
but the tiny voice of the wild side she didn't often get to
show was telling her yes.  She decided to, just this once,
take its advice, regardless of the consequences.  She just
didn't care anymore, and figured that one little glass of
alcohol must have really gone to her head.
     *Oh why not?*  she told herself, trying to justify her
decision.  *You might actually enjoy it.*
     'Mulder?
'Mmm?'  He replied expectantly, a mouth full of
chicken.
     She closed her eyes.  'All right, you can give me a
massage.  But it had better be as 'damn good' as you claim.'
     He dropped his food once again and rubbed his hands
together like a child expecting a new toy.  'You won't
regret
it.'
     He stood.  'Take off your sweatshirt.'
     Her head snapped up.  'What?!'
     He waved his hands in front of his face as if to erase
what he just said. 'Sorry.  That was a little too harsh.
You need to take it off so I can see your back and spine.
It's easier for me.'
     *I'll bet.*  'No way.'
     'Please?'
     'No!'
     'Fine,'  He raised his hands in a defensive gesture.
'But it won't be as good.'
     'I don't care,' she stated, crossing her arms.  'I am
not taking my top off.'
     'Okay, okay, I said fine.  Your loss.'  He kneeled in
front of the couch, pushing the food-loaded coffee table out
of the way.  'Lay down here on your stomach,'  He bowed a
little at the waist.  'If you please, miss.'
     'Smartass,'  she murmured under her breath.  Scully
gave him a wary glance out of the corner of her eye before
slowly dropping to her knees, then to her stomach, making a
cushion for her head with her arms.
'Now get comfortable.  Do you have a towel handy?'
     She raised her head off her folded arms.  'I think. In
that 'bathroom' box over there.  It's marked.'
     He found the box and rooted around in it, successfully
yanking out a towel and holding it up like a prize.  'Found
one.'
     Scully settled down and nestled her head back into the
cradle of her arms.  She sighed and stretched languidly. She
was just about relaxed when she heard several loud pops and
snaps above her head.
     She jerked up.  'What was that?'
     He chuckled.  'Nothing.  Relax, I was just cracking my
knuckles.  What are you so nervous about?'
     She felt silly.  He was right, there was absolutely no
reason to be so jumpy.  He was just a friend about to give
her a massage.  A kind,  handsome, wonderfully sexy friend,
but a friend nonetheless.
     'I'm not nervous,' she lied.
     'In the words of a wise person: 'Sure.  Fine.
Whatever.' Now *relax*,' he commanded.
     She willed every muscle in her body to go limp and told
herself there was nothing to get excited over.  She lay
there expectantly, and when he didn't do anything for a few
seconds she asked, 'What's the matter?'
     'Well frankly Scully, I can't do much without your
sweatshirt off.  I have to be able to see your spine.'  He
soothingly placed a hand in the middle of her back and with
a gentle pat he pleaded:  '*Please*?'
     She glanced up to his face and saw that he was using
his trademark puppy-dog expression; the one he used to get
women to do what he wanted. She reasoned for a moment, then
could have kicked herself for what she was about to consent
to.  Oh why the hell not?  She'd gone this far.
     'Fine, Mulder, take off my sweatshirt,' she said in an
exasperated tone,  as if it were the most grueling task in
the world.
     When she felt his fingertips grasp the material she
continued:  'But no funny stuff, got it?'
     'Funny stuff?  Me?'  He put a hand over his heart,
pretending to be sad. 'Scully, I'm hurt.'
     She laughed a little as he moved up towards her head
and kneeled right in front of her face.  When he did so, she
got a perfect and tantalizing view of the jean-clad lower
portion of his body.  Scully loved it when he wore jeans,
and today he was wearing those and a gray t-shirt.  She
enjoyed the way his Levis fit him so snugly, hugging his
butt in all the right places.
     Not that she didn't like those Armani business slacks
that always hung low on his hips but, despite the way she
dressed for work, she had always been a jeans and t-shirt
type of woman.
     She realized the implications of her thoughts and
lowered her head in embarrassment.  She did it just in time
too, because Mulder was then pulling her blue sweatshirt
over her head.  Now, nothing stood between she and those
delicious massaging hands but a bra.
     Mulder scooted back beside her and cleared his throat.
'What now?' she asked for the umpteenth time.
     'Your bra.'
     'What about it?'
     'That has to go too.'
     'Excuse me?'
     Mulder rubbed his temples.  'For a woman that could be
experiencing one of the most pleasurable sensations a human
could know, you aren't making this very easy.'  He shifted
his weight so he was sitting back on his haunches. 'Your bra
will only get in the way.  Just take it off.'
     'Fine.'  She sat up, knowing she was defeated.  Boy,
she was going to regret this tomorrow.  Turning to look over
her shoulder she nodded curtly and said, 'Excuse me, if you
don't mind.'
     He sat there unknowingly for a moment until he knew
what she was implicating.  'Oh!  Sorry.'  He turned his
head.
     Scully quickly unfastened the small metal clasp at the
back of her blue satin bra and let it fall off her
shoulders. She shrugged out of it and tossed it aside, then
lay back down on her tummy.
     When the cold hardwood floor met with the bare skin of
her breasts, she let out a yelp of surprise.
     'Something wrong?' Mulder asked, turning his head back
to face her again.
     'Not really, just the floor's a little chilly.'
     He tossed her the white cotton towel.  'That's what his
is for.'
     Scully mulled over the thought that he knew she would
eventually need that towel as she lay back down.  *He
must know I trust him enough to take off my top.*
     She was still thinking about it when she felt his hands
on her back.  She almost tensed up at the foreign feeling,
but went limp when the sensation that registered was warm
and caressing.  Mulder was splaying his fingers over her
body and running his hands from her shoulders to her butt,
sometimes pressing for small intervals.
Scully was puzzled.  'What are you doing?'
     'If you pardon the expression, I'm 'feeling out the
territory'.  I have to know the structure of your body and
how you're built before I start.'
     He ran his hands over the entire length of her back and
marveled at its tiny bone structure.  She was a petite yet
very capable woman, and she was putting her complete trust
in him.  It was a good feeling.
     Soon he stopped his exploration, and when Scully next
felt his touch it was on her shoulders, his hands pressing
deeply into the tense flesh.  She almost moaned aloud at the
exquisite sensation of his strong hands working her
shoulders, easing the stress away, but she managed to
suppress her cry. His palms moved from her shoulders to her
shoulder blades, making slow,  languid circles along the
way.
     'You know, you're really very good at this.'  Her voice
was low and husky with pleasure.
     'Well, I cheated.  This isn't a natural flair.  I read
a book on Shihatsu in college.'
     'Shihatsu?'  The term sounded vaguely familiar.
     'The art of Japanese massage.'  He continued to rub her
shoulder area, his voice calm and soothing.  She enjoyed the
way his words wrapped around her like a silken cloth.
'The Japanese were masters with the human body. They
developed acupuncture, and they know every point on the
human body that can both inflict and alleviate pain.'  He
smiled at her contented sigh of pleasure as his hands moved
to her ribs.  'So you know why a Japanese massage is one of
the most pleasant experiences a person can have.'
     Mulder worked his hands continually downward to the
small of her back,  where his hardened rhythmic motions
became softer as he reached the area of her injury.  'On
which vertebra exactly was the fracture?'
     'Well, if you draw a line with your finger at the top
level of my hips, it's the fourth one up from there.'
     'I'll keep that in mind.'
     He stopped for a moment and Scully heard a small
*snap*. An odd sensation hit her until she realized that a
thick, creamy substance was dribbling into the concave
hollow of her back.
     *That had better not be what I think it is.*
     'Mulder?' she questioned.
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End Part 2
1996, Nikki Le Fevre

Moving In Near Heaven's Touch, Part 3 of 3 (NC-17)
All previous disclaimers still apply.
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     'It's just lotion, Scully.  I picked it up when I was
getting the towel.' He began spreading the liquid over her
back with the flat of his hands. 'It helps with the next
part of the massage.'
     The familiar lilac scent of her favorite body lotion
wafted to her nostrils, and she knew it was the truth.  Her
heartbeat slowed down again.
     Mulder's strong hands were working the lotion into the
entire length of her back.  His palms and fingers made
calculated rolling motions over and into her skin as he made
his way across her shoulders.  His hands then slid down her
body to her ribs, his thumbs making rotating circles in
their wake.  He stopped at her ribcage and paid meticulous
attention to each rib, starting at her spine and following
them around their course to the floor.
     Scully sighed in pure, unadaltered bliss as she
surrendered herself over to the delicious sensations
coursing through her body.  They felt like heavenly touches
peppering her body.  She nestled her head deeper into her
arms as she suddenly began to feel very sleepy.  She yawned
and snuggled down into the floor.
     Mulder grinned when he saw her fully relax and
continued his motions.  He was now again at the small of her
back, kneading the soft flesh, but always wary of that
fourth vertebra, working his way around it with tender care.
Realizing that she was half asleep, he decided to let her
know what he was going to do next so she wouldn't be shocked
out of her entranced state. And so she wouldn't jump up and
beat the hell out of him.  'Scully?'  he whispered.
     'Hmm?'
     'I'm going to have to straddle your hips for this next
part.'
     'Mmm.  'kay.'  She mumbled, not really caring at this
point so long as he kept up the wonderful treatment. She had
had a couple of massages in the past, both professional, but
never one like this.  Scully guessed that it was because of
the
situation: her state of relaxation, her belly full of food,
and that male model of a man covering every inch of her back
with aromatherapy lotion.  This was a fantasy come true.
     A soft pressure on her hips indicated to her that
Mulder had moved atop her.  He didn't sit down hard,
however, knowing that he had the potential to crush her
delicate frame.  He merely rested on top of her, exuding the
tiniest amount of pressure possible.
     He reached for the bottle of lotion and poured a dime
size drop into his palm, working it into his already well-
greased hands.  He wanted to make sure his fingers and
thumbs were slick enough for the next stage of the massage.
     Mulder put one thumb atop the other and splayed his
fingers, butterfly style, before placing them just below
Scully's neck.  He sought out the first vertebra at the nape
of her neck and pressed deeply with his thumbs, using his
fanned-out fingers as anchors.  He made circles on it five
times, moved to the next one, then repeated the motion.
     As he moved his hands down her spine, Scully became
entranced with his movements.  It felt exquisite.   His well
oiled thumbs melted against the slick flesh of her spine
like butter.
     *God, he is so, so incredibly good at this!*
     Scully began to wonder what he was like in bed.
     She was too groggy to censor her foggy thoughts about
the man straddling her, and she didn't even try.  He was
totally arousing her with his lush treatment, and memories
of the dreams that tormented her for the last few weeks
began to trickle into her brain.  She briefly wondered if
that was his intention, to turn her on.  But at this point,
she didn't even care. All the aspects of her professional
personality flew right out the window.
     He was approaching the injured area of her back and he
slowed down.  Scully wondered what he would do next as he
stopped at the guilty bone.
     When she felt him next touch her, she was completely
surprised at how feather-light his thumbs felt on her skin.
Mulder was drawing his thumbs back and forth around her
vertebra, making a circle, and not directly touching it.  He
moved his circle gradually inward, approaching the spot with
the greatest of caution.  He was prepared to stop at any
time if she showed any indication of being hurt.
     He definitely did not want to hurt her.  He cared way
too much to let anything happen to her.  It was only now, at
the first chance he had ever had to touch her in such an
intimate fashion, that he realized just how much he cared.
The temptation was overwhelming to stop the massage, kiss
his way to her neck 'till she turned over, and make
passionate love to her. But for her sake, and almost at the
cost of his sanity, he kept everything strictly
professional.  He had promised: no funny stuff.
     It was approaching the time in which he had to touch
the formerly cracked vertebra, and Scully had shown no
indication of anything being painful.  So slowly,
cautiously, he placed his thumbs upon it, gracing it with
the lightest touch possible, continuing the slow circles.
     It was electrifying for Scully.  Not only did it not
hurt as she had expected it to, but the pain disappeared.
Mulder was right, he *was* damn good!
He decided to check with her:  'Everything OK?'  he
murmured soothingly.
     'Yes.  Oh, yes,'  she cooed.
     'Good.'  He left her injury and continued his journey
down, until he hit her jeans.  He decided to not even ask if
he could undo them; he knew what her reaction would be.  So
he stopped.
     'All done,'  he whispered.
     She was surprised at her incredible disappointment.
     'No.'  She frowned. 'Really?'
     'Well, your jeans are in the way, so I just decided to-
'    'Take them off.'
     He wasn't quite sure he heard properly.  'Huh?'
     'You heard me,'  She shifted a little and arched her
hips a couple of inches off the floor.  'Unbutton them and
move them down as far as necessary.  Don't think you can
promise the best and then gyp me like this.'
     He shook his head a little in disbelief, but complied.
Reaching his hands underneath her he unbuttoned the top
button and slowly unzipped the fly. Thankfully her jeans
were zipperfly.  Button-fly would have been way too awkward.
     Mulder slipped his fingers under the waistband and slid
the material down her slender hips, to just below her hip
bones. He didn't want to go any further than he had to to
preserve her modesty.
     A few minutes later he had finished the spinal massage,
having gone as far as anatomy would allow.  He gently tugged
her jeans back up and said:  'All done.  For real this
time.'
     He sat up a little but did not unstraddle her.  As soon
as he did so Scully turned over, not forgetting to drag the
towel with her to modestly cover her breasts.  She looked up
at him drowsily.
     'Thanks.'
     He smiled softly.  'Anytime.'
     'It was wonderful.  You really are the best.'
     'Told you so.'
     'What can I do to repay you?"
     He put up his hands.  'Absolutely nothing.'
     'But Mulder, you've helped me move, you bought me
dinner, and gave me the most fantastic massage I've ever
had.  The only thing you didn't do was take me to a movie.'
     A wicked smile rested on his face.  'Well Scully, you
know I do have an extensive movie collection at home...'
     She giggled, remembering the nature of those unmarked
video tapes, and rolled her eyes.  'No, I'll pass, thanks.'
     Her laughter subsided, and they settled into an
uncomfortable moment of silence.  Scully allowed herself to
gaze up at Mulder's features.  His light brown hair was
slightly mussed, with that stubborn lock hanging right in
his hazel eyes. His strong forehead was slightly beaded with
perspiration with the heavy amount of concentration he had
been doing.  The gray shirt was askew on his torso and his
hands rested lightly on his hips.
     Scully thought he looked irresistible.
     Mulder glanced down at the woman beneath him.  She was
clutching a towel to her chest in an effort to maintain her
privacy.  Her auburn hair was tousled and spread out around
her head like a fiery halo.  The apples of her cheeks were
flushed with pleasure and her eyes shone like sapphires. Her
ruby red lips were his favorite part though, as they were
full and inviting.  He longed to press his own lips to hers,
to confess his love for
her without words.
     She looked incredibly sexy.
     He spoke: 'I just thought of a way you can pay me
back.'
     A knowing smile arched the corner of her mouth.  'Oh
really?'
'Yep.'  He sat for a moment, reveling in having
captured her attention.
     She broke the silence.  'Well?  What are you waiting
for? Kiss me.'
     He was completely shocked by her once more as she
huskily uttered that phrase.  He needed no more
encouragement and bent his head, grazing her lips at first,
but finally delving headlong into a kiss that made both
their heads spin.
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Moving In Near Heaven's Touch
Part 3b of 3
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     They took advantage of the situation, abandoning
professionalism and giving way to the feelings they had
always harbored for one another.  Their kiss was one of pent
up emotion that had built up over three years of working
together and was now exploding in their foreplay.
     His mouth explored hers, his tounge lavishing in the
sweet softness of her mouth, and his psyche marveling at the
velvet and fiery chamber engulfing his own.  As their
passion mounted, Scully removed her legs from beneath his
and wrapped them around his waist possessively, drawing his
hips closer to hers.  Her hands left the modest covering
over her breasts and reached up to entwine themselves in the
chocolate-colored softness atop his head.  She moaned aloud
and nibbled at that full lower lip of his, the one that had
always been provocatively extended to her in a puppy-dog
pout.
     Mulder sighed as her teeth gently clamped down on his
lip, and reached down to whip the towel from her chest. The
sudden movement of the coarse material across her aroused
nipples caused Scully to gasp and release his mouth. He gave
her a sideways smile, grasped her waist and lifted her out
of her reclining position, so she was now sitting in his
lap.
     He spied the tiny golden cross resting in the little
valley between her clavicals.  He touched it gently as
Scully smiled up at him.  That cross had been one of the
only ties he had left with her after her disappearnce. That
tiny piece of gold had been like a relic; it had given him
hope.  He thanked it for that hope by planting a soft kiss
directly on top of it.
     With a playful growl he then cupped her bare breast in
his hand, and delighted in the way it perfectly filled his
palm. With a swift motion he flicked a thumb over her
nipple, causing it to shrink to a taut bead, and eliciting a
whimper of pleasure from Scully.  He lifted his hand and
arched the creamy mound up. Mulder kissed its softness, but
he also wanted to taste that softness.  He did so, lowering
his head slightly and running his tounge over her nipple.
     Scully drew in a sharp breath through clenched teeth
and locked her hands at the nape of his neck.  The feel of
his mouth on her was sending erotic electric impulses
coursing through her body, and she pined for more attention.
He gave it to her, all at once covering her nipple and
milking it gently with his mouth. Scully's head whipped from
side to side and she moaned his name over and over as he
went from one breast to another, lavishing attention over
them both.
     The sensation was making her writhe in his arms.
Without knowing it, she ground her hips into his, making him
groan.  She gasped when she felt him rise underneath her,
his erection pushing powerfully through his jeans. Reaching
down to alleviate some of his tension, she massaged the area
of his sex and he bucked underneath her, his hips arching up
to meet her stroking touch.  His mouth left her searing skin
and moved back to her mouth, kissing it ardently.  Mulder
perfectly mimicked the motions of lovemaking with his tounge
while delving deep inside her mouth then retreating, over
and over.
     He did this and reached down to begin to remove his
shirt.  He pulled it off in one hasty motion, not wanting to
remove his touch from her for more than a few seconds.
Scully broke away from his lips to gaze over the lean
muscles of his arms and chest and ran her hands over him,
feeling his skin like a tailor would a fine piece of cloth.
     Her fingers reached his nipples, and this time it was
Mulder who groaned as Scully gently pinched them and rolled
them between her thumbs and forefingers.
     His desire heightened and his hands flew to her waist
where they began to slide down the material of her already
unbuttoned jeans.  To make it easier she pulled away from
him and stood.  He sat up and knelt before her, hooking his
thumbs into the waistband and tugging the pants down her
hips.  Mulder slid them down to her ankles and Scully
hurriedly kicked them away.
     Mulder noticed with surprise the sexy design of her
underwear.  It was a blue panel of woven silk and lace that
arched gently over her hips to the unseen portion in the
back. He softly cupped her buttocks in his hands and gazed
up at her, arching an eyebrow in a soundless question.
     Her lips pursed in an awkward smile.  'I like to wear
nice things under those plain business suits,'  she uttered.
'It keeps me feeling ... womanly.'
     'It does a very good job,' he replied, 'But not for
long.'
     With that he eagerly slid down the scanty silk and
tossed it aside.  He looked lustily at the auburn curls that
grew downward to the dusky delta that was the essence of
Scully's womanhood.  He inserted a gentle finger to probe
its depths and Scully cried out, her hands clutching at his
hair.  He pressed and caressed and rubbed, each stroke
producing a whimper of pleasure from her.  Out came his
finger and in went his tounge as he laved it over and
between her lips.  Scully's knees were beginning to buckle
as the first stabs of orgasm flowed through her.
     'Oh, oh Mulder, I - I'm ...oh God!' she stammered
through clenched teeth.  Just as the exquisite throes were
gripping her body, just as the passion was reaching its
peak, Mulder stopped.
     'No, not yet,' he explained as Scully looked down at
him with wild and cloudy eyes.  'I want to be inside you
when it happens.'
     'Well then,'  Scully purred seductively, her voice
oozing like syrup, 'Let's get on with it.'
     She placed her palm against his chest and pushed hard,
sending him sprawling back.  She dropped to her knees and
dove for his jeans, and with a tiny growl of more than one
type of frustration she tore apart the button and zipper and
whipped them off his body.
     He was taken aback but incredibly turned on by her
rough behavior. 'Scully, I--'
     'Shut up,' she told him in a harsh tone but with a
cocky smile, 'It's my turn now.'
     She leaped astride him once again, with the thin cotton
shield of his boxers the only thing standing in the way of
their skin-to-skin contact. She pressed her lips to his and
kissed him with a pure, animalistic quality.  Biting his lip
and sucking his tounge, her aggressiveness seemed to
be her forte as she reached underneath her and tore his
boxers down and off.
     His erection freed itself, and all the secret desires
and suspicions Scully had harbored about him were correct.
     He was definitely hung.
     She absolutely had to feel that portion of him which
she had admired so long.  She wanted him inside her, wanted
him to scream her name, to profess his undying love for her.
And she knew in her heart, that he wanted the same.
     She sat up and poised herself above him and sank down
upon his length, taking in inch over delectable inch of his
manhood.  She took his hands in hers and laced her fingers
through his, pushing his arms back and over his head as she
pressed down, down, as far as nature would allow.
     Mulder sat up and leaned forward again, their hands
still locked together, and they began a gentle rocking
motion.  Scully leaned back, back and bored her hips into
his, her red hair falling away from her face to hang down
like a curtain, almost touching the floor.  He loved the way
she bent back, her breasts prone to his touch.  He leaned a
little with her and kissed and nibbled the skin of her chest
and those perfect breasts, and after a few seconds brought
her back up with a gentle tug on her arms.  He leaned
forward to softly nip and suck the flesh on her neck which
drew little noised of satisfaction from Scully.  She
shuddered at the sensation of his mouth in that sensitive
area and her skin pebbled with goosebumps.
     Through these motions, this erotic act, they were
thanking each other for the years of mutual support during
all they had been through, a shoulder to cry on, a
sympathetic ear. They paid homage to one another and
confessed their love with this act of physical and spiritual
bonding, one that would be held sacred by each forever.
     All at once that familiar feeling began to spark and
burn in Scully's belly and she rocked faster in his lap.  As
her orgasm built she could feel that it was much stronger
than before, and when it finally did come, it ripped through
her and washed over her like a hot flood, sending her
cascading in a spiral of pleasure.
     Her body convulsed in his arms as she went through the
waves of her passion, and at the feel of her internal
muscles clenching and rippling around his cock he let go
too, his own climax stealing and burning through him.  He
cried out her name at his own release and held on to her
tightly as he buried his face in her soft shoulder.
     Their shuddering subsided and they were left to bask in
the afterglow of the wonderful experience they had just
shared. Their eyes met, but no words could express the
emotions they felt, so a shy smile was shared by both, and a
tender, delicate kiss was given.
     They hadn't set up the bed while moving, and the only
thing in the bedroom was the frame leaning in a corner and a
mattress on the floor.  Mulder stood and lifted a sleepy
Scully in his arms and proceeded into the bedroom,where he
deposited her on the bare mattress as if
she were the most fragile thing in the world.  He loved her
so, so much, and would give his world to her on a silver
platter if she asked for it.  He always wanted to be there
for her, and he planned to be.
     He went over and dug around in a box marked 'bedroom',
pulling out a large, soft brown  blanket and two pillows.
He tossed them on the bed and cast the blanket over Scully,
tucking it around her before falling beside her and taking
her into his arms.  He nuzzled her ear and whispered, 'Dana,
I love you more than anything.'
     She snuggled against his warmth.  'Oh Mulder... Fox...I
love you too.' She shifted a little.  'You're not sorry we -
'
     He cut her off and gave her a gentle squeeze.
     'Never. Are you?'
     'Nope.'  Scully mumbled coyly, 'So is that
sufficient payback for your massage?'
     He rubbed his chin, lost in mock thought. 'Actually,
all I was going to ask for was for you to return the favor
sometime, but,' he scratched his head, 'I guess this was
okay too.'
     Scully gave him a playfully angry look and whapped him
with her pillow.
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THE END
Nikki Le Fevre, 1996
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