Title: The queen of New Orleans

Author: Lucy Mattos 
(lucymattos@hotmail.com or ladyangelina@bol.com.br)

Summary: Wine can bring the best of 
people sometimes...

Keywords: smut, I hope so

Spoilers: Little mention to the Millennium Kiss 
(oh, this one again!) and En Ami

Rating: NC-17 for sex

Classification: A little of UST, MSR, sex, wine and 
clean sheets

Category: Vignette

Disclaimers: No, they don't belong to me. 
Not at all.

Feedback: That's what give me power to 
keep going. Please, I want it all!

Author note's: I ask all citzens of New Orleans to 
apologize, but I've never been to this city! I've 
read about and it seemed so sexy! The right place 
for Mulder and Scully begin a little honeymoon. 
For the rest of you, I ask you to apologize any 
eventual mistake you find here. Again, I'm not 
american, just a brazilian student who loves The X-Files.


The queen of  New Orleans


   I was lying on my back on a comfortable bed of 
this wonderful New Orlean's motel. Mulder and I had 
an assignment to be done here, the rare ones which I 
just looked foward to do, because this is New Orleans 
and, first of all, I'm only human and couldn't 
resist the fascination this city has over people. 
The case was about the murder of musicians of one Jazz 
club, who turned out to be nothing of The X-Files 
business, by the way. But I wanted to enjoy some spare 
time in this beautiful city, and, who knows, even watch 
some Jazz shows while visiting the city. I've never been 
to New Orleans, but once Melissa came and she only told 
me wonderful things about the citizens and the beauty 
she found here, but I never had the time to travell since 
I've started my work at the Bureau, so I wouldn't miss 
this opportunity for nothing. Mulder agreeded that we could 
stay here a little more than the necessary, he never went 
to any jazz concert and was eager to be introduced to the 
Creole food, as much as I was. So, here I am, lying over 
this luxury bed, waiting the time pass by me so I can go 
out and enjoy the nightlife of this city. It's been so long 
since I went out at night that I can't even 
remember how long anymore.

  I brought with me the black dress Cancerman gave me when 
we had our little travel. It was such a beautiful dress that 
I didn't have the guts to give it away, so I kept it with me. 
Now I think it is a great oportunity to use it and Mulder 
don't have to know where the dress came from. I was feeling 
very anxious about going out to have dinner with Mulder, I 
don't know why. Maybe it's because we only talk about work 
and rarely have dinner together, except for the pizzas and 
chinese food locked in mine or his apartment, talking about 
work. Tonight there's no  X-Files for us to talk about and 
I have to confess this is scaring the hell out of me. I 
don't know how to react with an informal Mulder and what 
kind of conversation we are going to have during the dinner.

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   No ties, or tuxedoes. Maybe my usual clothes and no 
tie would do for this night. It's been so long since I 
went out that I don't even remember what kind of clothes I 
should wear tonight. I should ask Scully's help, she's a 
woman and they normally understand about clothes and what 
matches what. If she is not ready yet she will be mad at me 
for disturbing her and being so idiot for not even be able 
to dress by myself. The hell with that, I want her help and, 
besides, I want to know what she is going to wear.

  Scully opens the door to me and I almost fall in front of 
her. She is wearing a long black dress, with spaghetti strips, 
and her hair is kinda tousled, but is so sexy... I can't help 
staring at the curves of her breasts for some moments.

"Scully, you are pretty!" I can't help an exclamation.

"Thank you." She smiles back at me 
"Why aren't you ready yet, Mulder?"

"Hum, I... I don't know what I should wear. 
Could you help me?"

Scully archs an eyebrow at me before she speaks.

"You don't know? Well, what about pants and a shirt?"

"Help me, Scully."

"Ok, Mulder, I'll help you."

She leads me back to my room and heads 
to my suitcase.

"Let me see what we can do here..." she says, 
while fumbling within my suitcase. Finally 
she picks a musk green shirt and a pair of black 
pants. She gives them to me and smiles graciously. 
That kind of smile that makes me want to throw her in 
the bed and kiss her passionately and make wild love to her.

"Thank you, Scully."

"You see? It's not so difficult."

You make everything easy, Scully, but our relashinship. 
She leaves my room and I start changing my clothes.

   I don't know what is happening to me these days, each time 
I look at my partner I feel very strange. I have the urge 
to touch her, not our usual touch, at the small of her back, 
but a real touch, feel her warm skin in my hands, possessively 
hold her waist the way lovers do and let my lips travel at her 
body, making her moan in pleasure. But I don't have the guts 
to tell her this, I'm not able to find the strengh inside me 
to tell her about my feelings. No woman never made me feel 
like this, I always had the courage to seduce a woman, but 
Scully is different. I never know how she will react to my 
innuendoes, sometimes she teases and sometimes
she just ignores me.

  When I finish I take a look at the mirror. Scully is so 
beautiful that I don't think any cloth I have would cope her. 
I go the her room again and knock at the door. I'm nervous, 
I really don't know if she is expecting me to do something 
tonight or if she only wants to enjoy herself. 
She opens the door to me and smiles.

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  That's Mulder in front of me. He is so cute in that green 
shirt, those top buttons carefully undone and the
smile on his lips.

"Can we go?" he asks me

"Yeah. Let me get my coat and we'll go."

  The night is cold, but not too much, it is a southern cold 
and it is very nice. The restaurant we chosen has a jazz 
presentation today and it is close to the hotel, so we can 
go by foot. Lots of lights are on along the street and many 
people walking by, nightclubs full of people, restaurants 
and snack bars crowded, thank god we made a reservation. I 
look around myself in wonder, never seen such a homy city 
before and it is so good being here not to work, but to 
enjoy the city like one of the many others tourists passing 
by us. Mulder watches my reactions, I wonder what he 
has in his mind.

  Sometimes I wish I just have the courage to accept his 
innuendoes. I never know if he mean them or if he is 
just playing with me. Tonight I decided that I will acept 
any innuendo he throw at me, and see what happens. I am 
willing to rise a step in our relashionship.

  The restaurant is full of people, but there are some 
free tables. Ours is close to the little stage where the 
jazz band is supposed to play, it is a bit dark here and 
the tables are small, small enough for us to be close to 
each other. I wonder if they were carefully planned 
for couples like me and Mulder.

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  I can't help my amazed stare at Scully, she is very pretty 
tonight. We talked a lot about many things during the dinner, 
about food, children, music, movies... all the time she was 
flirting with me, I could feel it. Maybe it was the wine 
(yeah, agent Scully loves drinking wine and she really drinks) 
or the atmosphere of the place, but she seemed so... open to 
talk. We watched the jazz concert, it was really good, and 
all the time she kept that smile on her lips, her hand close 
to mine and I couldn't resist and held her hand in mine. She 
looked surprised at me, but made no protest. We spent the whole 
concert like this, holding hands like two shy teenagers.

  It was about midnight when the concert was over. I lift 
from my chair to leave.

"It's too early, Mulder... why don't
we spend some more time here?" Scully asked me, and I 
glanced around the place. There was music playing on playback 
and some couples were heading to the middle of the 
restaurant and dancing.

"Only if you dance with me." I tried, afraid that she 
would refuse.

But, instead, she rose from her seat, her face bright with a 
beautiful smile that made me want to push her over the table 
and  kiss her fiercely.

  Dancing close to her only made me feel worst. 
Scully leaned on my chest while we moved slowly, 
my hand holding hers and the other stilled at 
her waist. I don't think we really 
danced, but it was a very  wonderful moment.

"I didn't know you knew how to dance" she told me 
after some moments.

"It's easy, you just have to sway from right to left."

I could smell her perfume and her shampoo, and I planted 
little kisses on the top of her head. 'You shouldn't be 
doing this, Fox Mulder, she is your partner and she is 
high with all the wine you two drank.' My mind told me, 
but my body wouldn't obey. I gather all my will 
power to tell her.

"It's late, Scully, let's go back to the hotel"

"You must be right. Let's go."

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  When we arrived at the motel it was around one in the 
morning. We had so much fun this night that I hardly 
believe that I went out with Fox Mulder, and it was 
such a great time.

"So, did you enjoy yourself?" he asked me, a 
smile on his lips.

"Yeah, it was wonderful! I didn't know I would like 
this much jazz music." I said, grinning, feeling 
the wine running on my blood vessels, making me feel dizzy.

"That's good, I haven't seen you smile in a long time."

  I looked up to him, the first three buttons of his 
shirt were slightly open, allowing a good view of 
his chest. He seemed so bright and alive, as if the 
wine he drank had made a light bright inside him, 
through his hazel eyes. Oh, his eyes were so beautiful 
tonight, I wish I could take them for me to watch 
everytime I feel lonely. Then I realized that we were 
still standing outside my room.

"Do you wanna come in?"

"I think I should go to bed, Scully, I drank to much. 
Besides, it's late-I mean, early-and I should sleep."

"Why? We don't have anything to do in the morning, and 
I want to talk to someone"

Mulder smiled when I said I wanted to talk, I think I 
convinced him.

  We entered my room and he sit on the bed, as I walked 
into the bathroom. I think I drank too much wine, but 
it was such a good wine that I felt I should have 
drinked a little more.

"How long we are supposed to be here?" I asked 
from the bathroom.

"I think we can untill the weekend is over. Let's pretend 
we still have a case to investigate"

  I came back from the bathroom and sit in front of him, 
crossing my legs. His eyes travelled over my bare 
calves and to my thighs, and I pretend I didn't noticed. 
I didn't want to break the spell that was cast in the 
restaurant, the look in Mulder's eyes was so charming, 
that it almost melted my bones, and was forming some 
ideas in my mind.

"So, what's about New Orleans that made agent Scully break 
the rules?" he said, his head falling slightly to the side, 
exposing his neck to me. Oh, how I wish to crave my 
teeth on this neck!

"I don't know, my sister came here once and told me how 
this city was fabulous, so... I guess I was influenced by her."

Mulder smiled. His teeth were so bright and white and his 
smile... Oh, baby, the wine is taking control of my mind! 
I should tell him to leave me alone, or I won't be able 
to control my own nature. But maybe it wouldn't be so bad 
if I let my wild side take control over me. I wonder 
what Mulder sees when he looks at me...

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  She is so sexy, with this dress and her flushed face. While 
she tells me that story about her sister, almost losing 
herself between her thoughts and her drunkness-and she is 
not that drunk, just enough to make her cheeks blush and 
her eyes brighten, and her voice huskier and sexier. Man, 
I never thought that my partner could be so damn sexy! I 
watch the curves of her bare shoulders, so rare I can see 
them, and the ivory of her chest, her colarbone... While 
she laughes softly, I wish she did it more often, her 
laughter is like music to my ears. Right now I only want 
to take her in my arms, feeling her soft skin against my 
hands, and kiss her deeply. Not the New year's thing, but 
a real kiss. I want to feel her tongue against mine, 
caressing mine, while her hands touch the back of my neck 
and my hair. I wonder if she would let me do it, or if 
she would slap me on the face.

"God, I miss her" I finally hear Scully saying, taking 
me out from my daydreams. I guess she's still 
talking about her sister.

"I'm sorry, Scully"

She seems sad for some moments, but suddenly 
she changes the subject.

"Now tell me yours, Mulder"

"Mine?"

"Yeah, tell me your boyhood adventures"

"Well..." I try to come up with something, and watch her 
lift from the couch and take a bottle of white wine from 
the refrigerator, and pour some for us. If I'm already 
this lost without alcohol, if I drink this I will lose 
all my senses. No, not today. Right now I have specials 
planes to me and my readhead...

"So, Mulder... tell me."

"There is nothing interesting from my boy's days to tell 
you. My life has always been boring..."

She sits closer to me and pouts sardonically.

"Poor baby..."

"Oh, please, don't mock! I can't stand it anymore!"
She laughs again and take a long drink from her wine. Oh, 
you'd better go slowly, Scully, one of us should stay 
sober, in the case of an emergency.

"Mulder... Can I ask you one thing?"

Scully leans closer to me. We are very close to each other, 
it is very dangerous. I look deep in her eyes, they are 
sky-blue today and her hair is falling over her face.

"Whatever you want, Scully"

"Why did you kiss me on New Year's Eve?"

I move my hand to her face and take a strand of hair from her 
eyes and caress her cheek with the palm of my hands.

"Because it felt like the right thing to do"

She part her lips and lick them, slowly. Oh, Scully, don't 
do it, if you only knew what this simple act does to me...

"Do you think it is a right thing to do now?"  Did I 
just hear what she said??

I can hardly breath. I move closer to her, my hand still 
over her face, and pull her even closer, her lips just 
some milimeters from mine.

"That's what I've been thinking about for a long time..."

  She smiles softly and I pull her to my lips, feeling her 
softness and opening my mouth to let my tongue caress hers, 
while my hands head to the curves of her waist.

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  Dear God, I can't believe he is actually doing it! Fox Mulder 
is kissing me! His tongue is caressing mine roughly and 
sensually, tasting and probing my mouth and I can't keep 
my eyes open. My mind seems to rotate and my body is 
melting under his touch, like chocolate in the sun. I 
can't see what he is doing, only feel his hot hands 
touching my shoulders, my arms, my neck... he touches 
me everywhere, but where I want the most.

"You taste so good..." he whispers when we finally part, 
after what seemed like my whole life. It is so natural for 
me kissing him that it seems that I've spent my whole life 
kissing Mulder and I can only smile at the sweet 
words he says to me.

"So do you. But I want some more, would you mind, mister?"

"Not at all, ma'am" and he leans over me to kiss me again, 
this time roughier than the previous one. I run my hand 
over his chest up and down, and try to feel more of his 
skin. He must have liked my touch because he deepened 
the kiss and pulled me closer to him, his hands resting 
just above my waist and I can't stand it anymore, 
I pull his hands and place it over my breasts, and 
he stop the kiss suddenly.

"What are you doing?"

"I want to feel you touching me, Mulder. I have to."

"Don't do what you won't afford later, Scully."

"Touch me, Mulder." I whisper to him.

"Oh, Scully" his hands close over my breast and he 
kneads it softly, kissing me again. I want to moan, 
but the feeling of his tongue in mine is too good.
When he stop to kiss my neck, his hot and wet tongue 
kissing and licking this too sensitive part of my body, 
I can't hold a moan of pleasure.

"Do you like it, Scully?"

"Yeah..." now his lips are moving to my ear, bitting 
and sucking at my earlobe, sending a hot wave of pleasure 
over my body. It feels so good... I'll never be the same 
again, once his touch left its spot on my body. His 
right hand leave my breast and move to my head again, 
caressing my hair, entwining his fingers in it, 
pulling me closer.

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   We spent a long time just kissing. I like kissing Scully, 
she tastes wonderfull and its enough to make that bulge 
rise on my pants, the feeling of her soft, so soft, skin
under my hands. Her soft breasts, that I didn't dare to
touch, not before she showed me their way, which I'll 
never forget. I want to feel the taste of her skin on my
tongue, wanna rip this dress off her, but I have to take
it slow, I wanna make it last forever. Scully's moans
are driving me crazy, while I carefully bite and lick
her neck and earlobe, her scent is making me dizzy, more
than alcohol could do. I wanna be drunk in Scully, I wanna 
be lost forever in her body and soul. I have to, I need to.
My hands move to her back and try to unzip her black dress, 
I have to see more of her body, taste more of her skin. I want 
to feel her touch, but this can wait. Right now I can only 
think of making another soft moan, or maybe a whimper, out of 
her luscious mouth. She helps me with that zipper and stands
to let the dress slip down her body to the floor, allowing my
eyes to see her almost completely bare body. I can see her
breasts, the nipples taught, the inviting belly-button,
that urges my touch. I pull her to me once again and close
my lips over her belly, making her moan while I do so. 
That's the best turn on I've ever heard in my life, I could
spend the whole night just teasing her to hear
her moans of pleasure.

"Oh, god..." she hisses, as she clutches at my hair, 
encouraging me to continue. My mouth travels over her
belly, rising to the valley of her chest and closes over
her left nipple. This time I make her whimper. Yes!

"Mulder..."

"You like that, Scully?"

"You bet I do..." she pulls me closer to her and I continue
my tease, sucking and nipping softly at her nipple, and
drawing a wet path over it with my tongue. She closes her
eyes and I know that her knees are shaking. I feel powerful, I
didn't know she was so sensitive. I have control of Dana Scully's
pleasure, that's better than conquering the world.

"Let me touch you, Mulder..."

"Not yet. Come here... lay down on the bed, Scully."

She lay down languidly and watches every move I make. I
have to take off my clothes, I have to feel my skin against
hers and let her touch me. Her hair is tousled over the
pillow, and it looks like a crown on her head. She looks like
a queen, my queen. The queen of New Orleans.

"You are beautiful..."

She laughes, her body shaking with the laugh.

"It is so appropriate to say to a naked woman on a bed..."

"I mean it. You are beautiful, you look like a 
queen. You are my queen."

She seems serious in a sudden, and tells me in a husky voice.

"So I order you to kiss me."

No problem! Her wish is my command, and I do as requested, 
placing my naked body over hers, my erection pressing against
her thigh-oh, her thigh! I have great plans to her thigh this
night-and lean to kiss her. She places her hand over my 
chest, smiling gracioulsy.

"All this for me, Mulder? You didn't have to." She says, 
in a teasing tone.

"Yeah, it's all for you."

We kiss again. And again, and again. And I don't know how
long, but it seemed like half an hour since we started 
kissing, stopping just to catch some air and kiss the other's
neck. Oh, my, when her wet tongue touches my neck it feels
like I am burning alive with the heat of this little hellcat.
My mind goes blank and in all of a sudden she flipped me on
my back and is over me, straddling my body with her legs.

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  Now is your turn, Fox Mulder. I just wanted him to pound at
me hard and fast and make me come, but I have to do this 
before. We still have time, and I want to feel him squirming
under my touch. I have to make him feel as good as he made 
me and I'll concentrate all my efforts at this task. My 
journey begins with his neck, kissing and licking that spot
just between his shoulder and neck that I know he is sensitive.
My hands tease his nipple softly, as he did to mine before,
and I close my lips over the other, making him moan in pleasure
and arch his back towards me. I can't help but smile at the
sound of my name hissed through his lips.

"Scully..."

"Do you want me to stop, Mulder?"

"No... please, go on."

  I go down over his body and stop to lap at his belly button,
playing with the soft hair I find there. I swirl my tongue
around it, before let it into his navel, slowly, languidly,
schorching my path while I do so. He squirms under me and
his eyes are closed, tight closed, as if he was going through 
some torture. But the sounds he is making are of pure pleasure.
My next aim is very close to my hands. I hold his cock with 
my left hand and watch his reaction, as he takes in some 
air and hold it for some moments.

"Yeah..." he groans as I squeeze him softly, doing it
tighter as he groans louder.

"I will give you a choice, Mulder. You have two options..."

He raises his head to look at me, confused, as I lick
my lips and sit over his legs.

"I can make you feel wonderful with this lips, but you
have to promise that you won't come, or I will
be very mad at you."

  He looks at me and shakes his head in agreement and I bow
my head and take him in my mouth. Since the day he'd kissed
me for the first time I have imagined how would he taste, 
and never in my dreams I could figure how the reality
would be so fantastic. Well, I'd like to feel him coming
right now and taste him, but I have to feel him inside me
first, and I'll bet there will be some other oportunities
later. At this moment I have to concentrate on the sounds
he is making, while I draw my tongue lazily over the head
of his cock and taking the more of him inside my mouth that
I can. God, he is so big, so hard... my hands explore
this intimate part of his body and I want to laugh because
of the funny noises he is making, trying not to squirm too
much. Poor Mulder, he must be doing a great effort not
to come with my ministrations.

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  The world is rotating, I must be dying from the pleasure
this woman is giving me. Oh, my, it's such a vision, her
bright red hair over my uper thighs, tickling my groin
while she sucks me. I wonder where this woman learned to
do this so well, I have to search for all my will power
not to come inside her mouth and try to pull away from
her. She didn't seem to understand or notice
what I'm trying to do.

"Scully... Oh, god, stop it." I beg her
"Please, Scully, stop it!"

She looks back at me, with a devilish smile on her wet
lips. She is very pleased, I can tell by the look on her
face and, before I can even think about, I am atop her,
between her legs, preparing to enter her. I can hardly
breath and she is panting under me. I love this sensation,
the antecipation in her eyes is driving me crazy.

"You are very cruel, Scully..." I hiss at her ear and
she starts a small giggle. Oh, dear god, I would give
my happiness to hear this sound more often. I stop in
front of her, looking at her face, amazed by the flush
in her cheeks, the bright blue of her eyes and the sound
of her laugh. She stops suddenly and I realize that
I should do something.

"What's up, Mulder?" she asks, concerned.

"Nothing, I just... I love your laugh, Scully. I love
when you smile and I can see your teeth, you look so
fine when you smile..."

She starts laughing again, and I laugh too. 
It is contagious,
her laugh contagiates me. In all of a sudden she
pulls me closer and I'm inside her, in just one fast
move. We both stop laughing and moan almost in unison
with the sensation. Man, she feels so good... I spend
some moments stilled, just enjoying the warmth of her
body between me, her hot wetness. She is wet, very wet
and is so soft and wonderful. I wish I could last
forever so I could be where I am.

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  I wonder if I'm dreaming. Mulder is inside me, I feel
his hardness deep inside me, it is all pleasure and a
little painful. He seems bigger inside me and I wish
he just move as fast as he can.

"Mulder... please, Mulder..."

He starts moving slowly, achingly slowly and I arch
my hips, moving with him, trying to increase the friction.
He closes his eyes and moves faster, making my vision starts
to blur. It feels so good... oh, it's been so long... I close
my eyes for some moments and, when I open them, the room
seems to be fading, to be covered with fog. Mulder is 
whimpering, I guess I am too, but I can hardly notice.
My senses are fading, I can't hear anything but Mulder's
whispers at my ears. I see nothing, only feel the heat of
his body, his lips on my neck, his wet tongue trailing
a hot path of pleasure inside me.

"You feel... wonderful... so good..." he tells me, panting.

Even his voice burn inside me. I try to focus my eyes on
him, he is staring down at me, watching my reactions. I
realize how this man is beautiful, his brown hair falling
over his forehead, his green eyes, they are dark-green,
full of desire, full of lust. His lips, wet from kissing
my neck, are full, wonderful, they've never been so
luscious to me. He seems concentrated in pounding at me,
while his stare never leaves mine. I stare back at him, in
our speechless language, I know he is getting close to the
edge. I move my hands down to where our bodies are joined
and touch him, causing him to close his eyes and moan louder.
He is so sensitive. Mulder... Oh, god, I have to keep
reminding myself that I'm awake, that I won't wake up all
wet in my bed, alone, begging for his touch to calm me down.
He will be here, by my side when I wake up, when we be able
to say any coherent sentence. My inner muscles are contracting,
I feel an orgarsm rising inside me, it is taking control over
me, can't stop it anymore and let it wash my body, while I
let a muffled scream out and bit his shoulder.

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   She is so wonderful, so soft... I love this woman, I love
the way she makes me feel, I love the taste of her skin.
Scully's face is changing, I can feel her inner muscles
contracting against me, it feels very, very good. I
just have to hold a little longer, so she can have her
release. I never knew she could make such erotic sounds
while I fuck her so hard and fast that I can barely
control my movements. She is coming and she screams
while she does so, muffling the scream on my shoulder
and I feel her hot release against me, enveloping me
more and more in her. I think we can't be more intimate
connected to each other than we are, we are close both
physically and emotionally, closer than we have ever been.
I let myself go and sink deep into her one more time,
coming inside her, falling heavily over her. The world
is rotating, my limbs are heavy and I can't move. I can't
even lift my head to look at her flushed face and stay
some moments just feeling her panted breath on my neck,
my arms fallen next to her head and my hands slowly
seach for her red hair.

"You are sweet..." she says, in a husky tone of voice.

I feel her chest vibrating while she speaks. Her soft
hands caress my back, smoothing me and I almost fall
in sleep. No, not yet. I'll have plenty of time to
sleep later. Right now I have to love the woman holding
me in her arms.

I lift from her and she groans in disappointment, while
I roll onto my back, moving to her side and pulling her
closer to me in an embrace. I kiss her forehead tenderly,
devoted to her as if she was a goddess. She is a goddess,
the one I thought I was never able to see whole. But she
is here now, she is naked in my arms, smiling at me,
waiting for my words about we have just done together.

"Scully, that was amazing."

She laughs softly, hugging me closer to her, her hair
tickling my chest while she leans and plant soft
kisses all over it.

"Yeah, I think so" she mumbles against my chest.

Scully looks at me, her eyes are full of something that
I am afraid of assuming to myself, but I think I
already knew that. I see love in her eyes, as if it was
overflowing from them and falling inside my heart. My
god, I am afraid of her, of this feeling. I don't think
I am able to cope this correctly but I am willing
to try, at least.

What should I say to her? I have no idea of what I
should say to the woman who just gave me the best
orgasm I have ever felt.

"Thank you." I finally say.

Scully looks at me questionally.

"What do you thank me for?"

"I don't know. It just felt like the right thing to do."

She lifts herself on one elbow, looking at me,
laughing softly.

"You are nuts, Mulder. Why the hell do you thank me?
It was the best thing we've ever done and... well,
we should do it again someday."

I smile at her, relieved with what she said. I pull
her closer to me and kiss her passionately one more
time. Kissing her is never enough to me, I could
spend my whole life tasting those lips.

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  His kiss is hungry, as if he was dying and needed me to
save him. While we kiss his hands slip under me to caress
my breasts and I almost lose myself again.

"Mulder..." I manage to whimper between his mouth, as
he play with my nipples wisely, rolling them between
his fingers, sending hot shivers all over my body.
Suddenly he pulls away from my mouth and licks my neck,
going down my chest and close his lips over my right nipple.

"Oh, that feels so good..." I whisper, clutching his
hair. I love this sensation, his tongue lazily circling
my nipple, lapping and sucking, tucking at it slowly.

"You really like that, Scully?" he asks me, his
attentions all to my breast.

"Yeah..."I hiss, almost unadible. My god, just by this
I can feel myself getting wet again! Mulder makes me very
sensitive, all my senses are turned to him.

"Tell me what else you like and I'll do it. Whatever you
want me to do, I'll do it."

His sweet words only make me want to hug him closely and
kiss him all over his body. I still have some plans to
that beautifull butt of his.

"That's good... keep going, Mulder."

He does and he flips me onto my back, so that he is
between my thighs again. His hot mouth hungrily tries
to devour my nipples, which I have no complains about,
and his right hand sneaks to my stomach, caressing me softly,
his finger playing with my navel. All of sudden this same
finger slips to my clit, causing me to gasp in surpise
and arch my back.

"Oh, God...."

I close my eyes and let him play with me for some
moments. But he stops.

"What's up?" I say, opening my eyes, questioning him.
Mulder smiles at me, so sexy, but I cannot figure what
is going on into his mind.

"Scully, would you like to play a little?"

"Play? What do you mean?"

Mulder moves from between me and sits on the bed. I'm
still confused and dazed because of his previous
ministrations.

"Would you realize a fantasy of mine that I have
for a long time?"

"Fantasy? What kind of fantasy?"

He moves from the bed and get two pairs of
handcuffs, mine and his, and shows them to me.

"I'd like to cuff you to the bed."

I feel my eyes widen in surprise. Handcuffs? Oh, my!

"Cuff me? But I..."

"Would you trust me?"

"That's not about trust, Mulder, it's about..."

"That's *ALL* about trust, Scully. If you trust me, 
you will let me do it. I won't hurt you, you know that."

He flashes me that hurt-puppy look and it melts my heart. 
I think there is nothing in the world that I wouldn't do 
for him, even give away my need to be in control.

"Ok..." I say, reluctantly.

Mulder grins happily and put the hancuffs around my wrists,
closing them to the head of the bed. I feel very strange,
never let anyone do such thing to me. I know he won't hurt
me, but it is very weird... he kisses my lips, biting the
lower one, sucking it into his mouth, making me moan in
response. Oh, he really knows how to touch a woman!

"You are so cute, did you know, Scully? I love those red
lips of yours, you can't imagine what you make me feel when
I see you pouting at me or licking them slowly, your tongue
moisturing them carefully..." that I didn't know. I think I
am flushing again. And the wetness between my thighs is
increasing even more, I can't believe I am ready to him so fast.

"What will you do to me, Mulder?" I hear my own voice coming
out husky, almost a whisper.

His response is a grin, that makes him look so childish, but
I bet his intentions are in no way of a boy's. He flashes me
a luscious look and I feel as if he was going to
devour me right now.

Mulder's hands travel over my body, playing over my stomach,
slowly, achingly slowly. They go to my breasts, kneding them,
caressing them and playing with the already taught nipples.

I feel myself panting, unable to control my responses as he
touches me. Mulder is smiling, he knows what he does to me.

His lips start moving down my body, beginning with my neck
and going down slowly to my chest, sucking my nipples and
between my breasts. Oh, god, I think I could come just by
this tease and he knows that. I pull my hands at the cuffs,
but it only cause the head of the bed to shake and
Mulder chokes softly.

"Are you trying to escape, Scully?" 
I hear his muffled voice.

"You are torturing me..." I manage to say.

"And do you want me to stop?"

"No... please, Mulder, go on..."

And he does, his hands holding my hips while he kisses a wet
path down my stomach to my thighs, where he stops. Suddenly
I realize that my legs are already open, waiting for him,
urging him to touch me. He holds my thigh and caress its insides,
up and down, from my knee to my curls. I don't thing I could
get more aroused than I am.

"You have beautiful thighs, Scully... every time I see you 
in skirt I let myself imagine how your thighs would look
like. They seems satin, so soft under my touch..."

I feel goosebumps on my skin as he caress my legs. Never in
my mind I could have imagined that he would fantasize about
my thighs and it is so good listening to his words about it...

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  I feel her squirm under my touch, she is very sensitive. The
sound of the cuffs against the head of the bed is almost erotic
to me. I lean down to kiss her thigh, letting my tongue lap at
her soft skin up and down, still holding her by the inside
of her knee, and her hands are restless, pulling at the cuffs,
begging me to let her go. No, honey, not yet, I wanna make
you cry of  pleasure before.

"Get this damn thing open, Mulder..." she hisses.

"Not yet, Scully." I can't help grinning at her response,
her eyes are tightly shut and her lips are slightly open.
She groans as I nip at the flesh close to her curls and
the groan turns into a whimper as I lean over her core
and take her clit in my mouth.

"Oh, my god!" that was almost a scream.

I please myself with her whimpers as I slid my tongue
along her folds, exploring her intimately and holding
her hips, trying to stop her still. She is very wet and
hot, I've wanted to taste her for so long and it is better
than my dreams. But never I could imagine that she would
whimper that much.

"Mulder...oh, god...." 

"You are very religious today, Scully" I tease, parting
from her just some instants, and continuing the exploration
of her body. My tongue travels all over the inside of her
thighs, nipping and sucking and lapping and driving her crazy.
Her muscles tighten and she comes, her eyes still shut, hair
tousled around her face and over the pillow, tugging at the
cuffs, begging me to let her free, but it feels so good to be
in control... to be in control of her pleasure and torture her
a bit. I dreamt of many things with her, so many things I'd like
to add to our first night, but I can't put them in action right
now. I'd like to tease her with ice cubes, lick melted chocolate
out of her body, kiss her mouth after she drink champagne, make
love to her in my sofa, in her kitcken, on the office... hum,
our table would be wonderful....

Scully comes back to reality and I realize I'm still lost in
my stare at her beautiul face. She looks wonderful, still
panting, her breasts going up and down as she breathes, 
but aware of my gaze. She still pulls at the cuffs
aroung her wrists.

"Mulder... let me out..." she whines. I'm not finished with
her, but her whine melts my heart.

"I'm not finished with you, young lady"

Her eyes widen with my words.

"The is more to come?" 

"There is more to make you come"

"Oh, my!"

"Yeah... there will always be more for you, baby..."
I let my finger play aimless over her stomach and she squirms. 
It passes over her curls and touch her swollen clit,
circling it lightly.

"Oh, Mulder... I don't think I can...Oh!" she stops the sentence
in the middle and gasps when I dip two fingers deep inside her in
one fast move. It's an exquisite sensation, she is so soft and
still wet. I pull my fingers out of her slowly and she moans,
pulling at the cuffs, desperate to break free. I stroke her clit
and folds, rubbing against her and gathering moisture, dipping
inside her again, pulling out slowly. I continue her torture,
listening her whimpers becoming louder, almost cries, that she
manage to hold back inside her. 

"No... Mulder, I can't again..." she hisses

"Let it go, Scully, I know you can."

I pump my fingers inside her faster and feel her tighten
against them and squirm once again. 

"Oh, God! Mulder!" she finally cries when she comes, bucking
against my fingers, her breath ragged. I pull my fingers out 
and move to her side, unlocking the cuffs. She doesn't seem to
realize and try to control her breathing.

  I spend some moments looking at her beautiful flushed face,
and she open her eyes, meeting mine.

"That was..."

"...Amazing" I finish to her.

"Yes." Scully smiles at me. I wish I had a camera to record
this moment, the sweetest smile I've ever seen in  my life.

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   My hands are free, finally, and I can touch him. The
wrists are aching when I bring them close to me and rub
them, trying to ease the pain. Mulder notices and pulls
them to his lips, kissing softly.

"Sorry, Scully, I didn't mean to hurt you."

"It was worthy. I can guarantee you."

He lies down on the bed and pulls me into his arms.
That's the best part, lying in his arms, just
chatting and making confessions.

"You know what? We should do this again."

"What? Cuff me? Never again, mister."

"Tell me you didn't like..."

"I did, but... I like to be in control. Why 
don't we cuff you?" 

"Me? Oh, you wouldn't like, Scully, I have a tendency
to become violent when I feel trapped."

I lean closer and whisper at his ear.

"I like a little violence."

I would pay to see again the look Mulder gave me.
I could't help but laugh.

"Wow. You are always full of surprises, Dana." 

Oh, he called me Dana. My name sounds so
beautiful in his lips...

"Mulder..." 

"What?" 

"Kiss me."

"Why don't you come and get what you want? I'm
tired of doing the job here, do something 
for a change."

"You pig!" 

I laugh again and lean over Mulder to kiss him. My
lips brush softly over his, teasing a little, and I
pull back before he capture mine. I play with him a
little, licking and sucking his lips and pulling back
before kiss him fully. He likes the tease and hold back a
laugh, smiling while he holds me tight and kisses me. I
can still taste myself in him, it is an exquisite sensation,
but still wonderful. I let myself sink into his lips,
drowning in his taste, savoring the moment. 

"God, Scully, I have so many plans for us..."

"Really? Tell me some of them"

"I'd like to make love to you in your bathtub, do
you think it's bigger enough?"

"I don't know, but we can figure it out." 
I say, smoothing his brown hair "What else 
do you have in mind?"

"Hum... Skinner's office?"

"What? That's why people call you 'Spooky Mulder'"

He laughs too. I lie against his chest, my fingers still
entwined in his hair, the other hand caressing his chest.
We'll have plenty of time to make real all our fantazies,
I truly hope. There is a warm silent among us and I feel
myself numb, still because of the orgasms he gave me-that's
the best reason of all-and the warmth of his chest, the soft
caress he starts on my hair, combing slowly with his fingers,
the other hand smoothing my arm and shoulder. It feels so
good, his warm hand spreading this delicious sensation
all over my body, and it is no longer arousing, it became
conforting, the knowledge that I found a man that likes
caressing a woman, not in order to get some sex, just by
the pleasure of giving pleasure. And before I fell in sleep
I promise myself that he will be there when I wake up and
we'll can continue making our fantasies come true. 


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