From: "M. E. Cieplinski" Date: Mon, 30 Oct 2000 14:08:08 -0500 Subject: REVISED: Wishing I Could Touch You Source: revision Title: REVISED: Wishing I Could Touch You 1 of 1 Nothing major was changed - just a bit of clean up and a more mature writing style, I hope. Author: mimic117 Email: mimic117@yahoo.com Rating: R for sure, consensual sex and bad language at the very least but not overly 'lurid'. Archive: Yes, if you please. But I'll send it to Gossamer and Ephemeral myself, thanks. Category: SR Spoilers: none really, could happen anywhere you want in the series, but I visualize it as sixth-seasonish Keywords: RST Mulder/Scully romance Summary: No plot. No x-file. Nothing but smut. Well, maybe a bit of relationship exploration, but that's all. I've read so many good romances, I just had to try writing one, so it's not my fault, really. This is a Mulder/Scully first-time story, too, so if you're sick of them, you might want to skip this, but I hope you won't. Plus it leads into another story in the near future, so you might want to read it anyway. But you really won 't have to in order to understand the next one, so it's up to you. Anyway, I hope you like it, but if you hate MSR, don't read it because I don't want to offend anyone. You were warned, so don't whine. Am I done now? Disclaimer: Um, don't we all know this by now? They're not mine, they never will be no matter how often I ask Santa Claus for them, they belong to the Great God Carter and 1013. I'm just a poor frustrated housewife with too much time on her hands and a vivid imagination. Don't sue me unless you want to pay for my son's college education. Wishing I Could Touch You By mimic117 "Mulder, what is this load of bullshit?" Fox Mulder looked up to see his partner waving a sheaf of papers across her coffee table in front of his face, and pushed his glasses up to get a better view. Taking the documents from a scowling Dana Scully, Mulder found himself grinning when he realized what they were. "Don't you recognize an X-file when you see one, Scully?" he quipped. "I thought for sure you knew what they were by now." They'd been messing with paperwork for far too long, and the urge to mess with Scully instead was just too strong to resist. Mulder knew he was going to make her mad, but he couldn't help himself when he saw her blue eyes shooting sparks at him from behind her reading glasses. After three hours of sitting on the floor across from his partner while she licked and chewed on her bottom lip, and tucked her hair behind her ear with her glasses perched sweetly on the end of her nose, Mulder felt as though the sexual tension must be rolling off his body in visible waves. Usually, he was able to control his feelings around Scully, but the last few weeks had been fraught with a heightened awareness of his partner as a desirable woman, and now it looked like the frustration was about to get him in trouble. "Mulder, you're not seriously thinking of giving that requisition to Skinner are you?" "Well, yeah I was. Why? Don't you think it would be a good case to investigate?" Mulder felt the strain of trying to hold his face straight, and keeping his eyes wide in innocence was going to start them watering any minute, but his warped sense of humor wouldn't let him back down. "Are you crazy?" Scully's voice shot up another octave. Mulder winced and waited for the sound of shattering crystal. "Skinner already has enough trouble getting your medical bills and expense reports approved. He's never gonna allow us to investigate this with the bureau's money. We'll just end up in his office for another humiliating round of 'Kindly Explain Yourselves', and this time you're doing all the talking, not me." God, I love when she gets her Irish up, Mulder chortled to himself. "But Scully," he pouted with his best kicked-puppy look, "don't you think it 's strange that those potatoes are growing in clumps instead of singly, like normal potatoes? I mean, that's not how they're supposed to grow. It seems to me there must be something supernatural about spuds growing together like that." Scully saw Mulder's lips twitch and knew she'd been had. But she wasn't about to let him win this one. And besides, she was really pissed at him for yanking her chain. "Mulder, I don't care if they're growing testicles and singing arias. This is a problem for the Agriculture Department, NOT the X-files. You submit those papers, and you'll be eligible for a testes transplant from one of those spuds yourself. Now stop screwing around and help me finish these damned expense reports." Mulder clutched his aching sides and wheezed, trying to stop his laughing fit, but every time he looked at Scully, her pink cheeks and glowering brows set him off again. He knew he'd end up paying for his little prank, probably by having to do *all* the expense reports on his own, but sometimes the urge to get under her shields and touch the woman inside was too much for him. Even getting her angry was better than her constant icy control. Wiping his streaming eyes, Mulder glanced up just in time to see Scully's angry posterior twitch around the doorway into the kitchen. Hiccuping gently, he pulled in a deep breath and sighed it out, girding his loins for the standard apology phase of the proceedings. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Dana Scully opened cupboards and slammed them shut at random, not entirely sure why she'd flounced out of her own living room, but certain that if she hadn't left, she would have embarrassed herself in some manner. The evening had started out as many of their Friday nights did, with a shower and change into comfortable clothes before Mulder showed up similarly dressed, with their carry-out dinner. The lasagna and garlic sticks were eaten on her coffee table, with files and scraps of paper filling in all the empty spaces as they tried to make sense of their expense accounts for the last three cases. It would have been just a typical late-night work session, if it hadn't been for Scully's acutely burning desire to throw Mulder across said coffee table and ride him for all she was worth. Scully sighed in dejection, wondering when she'd lost her professional detachment. She had always been aware of Mulder's attractions to some degree, but lately, it was as though the very air around him was charged with pheromones whenever she got too close. There had been times recently when the only way to avoid a display of unpartner-like behavior meant leaving their basement office and spending some quiet time in the nearest lady's room. But tonight, she could feel the tension building like a thunderstorm. It was amazing that Mulder couldn't see her feelings displayed like neon on her forehead. Scully snorted and shook her head, trying to dispel the image now racing through her mind. It had been bad enough sitting there all evening, watching Mulder roll his pen between his luscious lips, light glinting off those glasses that made him look like a sexy college professor. It had made her shiver to watch him, a fact which Mulder hadn't missed. She thought she 'd go crazy when he peeked up at her over his glasses with the pen in his mouth and asked, "Coldt, Shcully?" But when he'd started using his tongue to click the point of his pen in and out, she'd been forced to retreat to her own bathroom for a session of cold water splashes and deep breathing. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Mulder sat on the floor and listened to his partner slamming cupboard doors with a small grin on his face. He'd been enjoying himself ever since Scully had jumped up and rushed out of the room when he started clicking his pen with his tongue. You're a sick puppy, Mulder, he chastised himself. But figuring out that Scully was as frustrated as he was had been too good an opportunity to pass up. Mulder had recently come to the realization that he was fed up with this dance they were doing. They had both lost so much to their quest, and fear of losing each other was making them afraid to take their relationship any farther. He was almost certain that Scully felt as deeply for him as he did for her, but he also knew that nothing was going to happen by conscious choice. So he'd spent the last couple weeks deliberately invading her space; touching more frequently, whispering more closely, staring more openly, in hopes of cracking her defenses and precipitating some action on her part. So far, it hadn't done anything except cause him to go home every night with a raging hard-on and a headache. Well, at least it seemed as though he was getting somewhere tonight, if her current behavior was any indication. Mulder sighed and set his glasses on top of the offending report, rubbing his tired eyes. Pushing himself off the floor, Mulder headed for the sound of angry thumping still going on in the kitchen, preparing to be humbled before the wrath of his goddess. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Shutting the same cupboard door for the third time, Scully admitted to herself that she was stalling. She had no idea what she was looking for, no idea why she'd come in here in the first place. The only thing she really was certain of was a burning wish to reach out and touch her partner. To smooth the hair back from his forehead, to run her fingers over his chin stubble, to place her lips against the softness of his and stay there forever. But she also wanted to touch him in other, less tangible ways that she didn't quite understand and didn't want to think about. She often thought that Mulder's mind was the sexiest part of him, and wished she could spend time opening every part of it to help her understand him better. The thought was not without it's own appeal. Sighing, Scully turned to leave her kitchen, and ran right into a solid wall of Mulder coming toward her. She'd been so busy being angry, she hadn't even heard him enter the room. Attempting to avoid full-body contact, Scully backed up a step, and lost her balance. Arms flailing, she reached out to steady herself and found her traitorous hands clutching Mulder's shoulders. At the same time, she became aware of Mulder's huge hands spanning her waist, keeping her from landing on her back on the floor. And as wonderful as it all felt, the only thought in Scully's mind was to get as far from his arms as she could! Pushing against his shoulders, Scully tried to free herself from Mulder's embrace, only to feel his grip tighten as he pulled her closer to his body. "Whoa, Scully, steady G-woman. Just give it a minute. Are you okay?" Mulder resisted the urge to lay his head on her hair, but he made the mistake of taking a deep, steadying breath and ended up with a lung-full of Scullyscent that made his senses reel. Suddenly dizzy, Mulder clutched her body tighter to his own, and regretted the instant sensory overload. Feeling Scully suddenly go still in his arms, Mulder leaned back just enough to look down at the curtain of hair obscuring her face. He was intensely aware of every inch of her body that rested against his own, and it occurred to him that perhaps she was also of his body. Especially the hard part that was digging into her stomach. Releasing her waist with his right hand, Mulder brought it over Scully's shoulder and gently stroked the wayward tresses back behind her ear, the better to see her face. She didn't look up, in spite of the tender caresses being bestowed on her cheek and neck. "Scully?" Mulder tried and failed to keep the quavering need out of his voice, and hearing it, Scully allowed her eyes to travel up his chest and face, until he was blasted with a gaze of such blazing passion, it stole his breath and left him speechless. All conscious thought ceased as Mulder allowed his own barriers to drop, and his burning love and desire shone out of his eyes like a beacon in a storm. Scully's breath released itself in a small sobbing moan of surrender as she grabbed the back of Mulder's neck, and dragged his lips down to meet her own. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Mulder moaned into his partner's mouth as their lips met in a crushing embrace of longing. Years of denial washed over them in waves that crashed through the walls so carefully built over time, and washed them out to sea. Mulder's tongue probed her closed lips, seeking entrance, and Scully opened them willingly to his assault, sucking at him and running her own tongue around the sweet cavern of his mouth. As their lips continued to devour each other, their hands stroked and touched and pulled, never able to reach enough of the other's body to be satisfied, always needing to be closer, more in contact. There was an urgency, a neediness to their grasping touch, a desire to become part of each other, to blend their bodies into one entity. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Mulder could feel the moans vibrate through Scully's body as he ground his hips into her abdomen, pulling her as close as possible, wanting her closer still. Without breaking their kiss, Mulder scooped Scully up in his arms and turned back to the living room. Reaching the sofa, he lowered himself to the cushions, feeling Scully curl herself into his body with her arms wrapped around his neck. He gasped as she shifted her bottom in his lap, rubbing against his sensitized flesh, causing him to release her lips in order to draw breath into his lungs. Leaning his forehead against hers, Mulder closed his eyes and shuddered against the force of his need. His harsh breath stirred her hair and tickled her cheek as he fought for a semblance of control. "If you want me to stop, Scully, you'd better say so now." His voice was no more than a harsh whisper against her lips. "If you wait too much longer, I won't be able to." Scully leaned back from their embrace and panted into Mulder's face, drinking in the beautiful eyes that gazed at her with so much longing. He was giving her control. Even though she could feel the evidence of how much he wanted her pushing against her ass, Mulder was allowing her the chance to reverse the situation. And she knew that he wouldn't hold it against her; he wouldn't blame her for her decision. But she also knew that she would never forgive herself for giving up this chance of happiness for them both. There was no way of knowing when they would ever reach this point again, and she had already waited long enough. Moving to one side, Scully slid off Mulder's lap onto the couch, registering the look of disappointment he couldn't hide. Smiling, she reached up to cup his face in her hand, and stroked her fingers down his cheek. "No, Mulder." Scully smiled shyly at him. "I don't want to stop. But I think we might want to slow down a bit, or this isn't going to last very long." Mulder turned his head to kiss the palm of her hand, and looked into her eyes with such gratitude that she felt tears start to form. But they never got a chance to fall as he continued his kisses from her hand, to her wrist, to her arm, and all the way up to her neck, turning the incipient tears into gasps. "Just how slow would you like to go, Scully?" Mulder nipped her earlobe, and then soothed it with a lick, all the while running gentle hands over her back. Scully sighed and closed her eyes, gooseflesh shivering up her spine at the feeling of Mulder's full lips running over her neck. "Slow enough to make you scream," she murmured. Mulder chuckled against her neck and moved his lips up the side of her face to whisper in her ear, "I'm already screaming so high only dogs can hear me." "Slow enough to drive you crazy," Scully shuddered and began tugging his T-shirt out of his jeans. Running his hands under the back of her sweater caused a full-body shiver in both of them. "According to Skinner, I reached that point years ago." He licked her throat just to hear her moan. "Slow enough to make this a night to remember." Scully whipped Mulder's shirt over his head, leaving him gasping for breath and clutching her waist. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Mulder leaned back into the corner of the sofa as Scully's eyes raked his body in approval. He knew she had seen him naked or nearly-naked many times in the past, but just the realization that this time, he wasn't injured or drugged was enough to make his cock swell even further. His jeans were becoming painfully tight, and the evidence of his desire was very obvious to both of them. "Interested in anything you see, Agent Scully?" Mulder tried to make his voice seductive, but it just came out breathy and hoarse. Scully crept on her hands and knees up his body, running her palms along his jeans-clad thighs. She could feel him shaking, delighting in the power she had to cause this reaction in him. Avoiding the prominent bulge in his crotch, she skimmed her fingertips over his navel and the line of hair that ran down into his pants, tickling his skin and causing his muscles to contract. Mulder's breath escaped in a hiss as Scully's tongue swooped down and licked straight from his waistband to his navel, running a circle around it before continuing on to his right nipple. Mulder's body bucked violently as Scully's teeth grazed the puckered brown nubbin, almost throwing her to the floor and producing a smug look on his partner's face. "Just a wee bit sensitive there, aren't we, Mulder?" Scully licked her lips and eyed his chest with a predatory look he'd only ever seen when she was after proof to shoot down one of his theories. Attempting to steady his accelerated breathing, Mulder replied, "Would you be using the royal 'we', the medical 'we', or are you asking about both of us, Scully?" "Actually," she purred, "I was wondering about the other one as well." Mulder couldn't hold back a whimper, or the fearful anticipation that coursed through his veins as Scully began another seductive crawl up his body, with his left nipple as her objective. In desperation, he grabbed her wrists, pulling her up until Scully's face was level with his own. Wrapping his arms around her waist, Mulder hugged her to his chest as he panted for control. Looking into her startled eyes with a smile, he kissed her throat, rolling them over so that Scully was between him and the sofa back. "Two can play that game, Agent Scully," he growled. "And you know how much I love games!" Now it was Dana Scully's turn to whimper. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Scully's hands wandered over the hard planes and angles of Mulder's chest and stomach, enjoying the feel of his smooth, hot skin under her fingers, occasionally catching her nails in the sparse tufts of hair. She caressed downward, coming to rest on the top button of his jeans. Scully loved the way his jeans looked, as though they'd been painted on his skin. And as infrequently as she got to see them on him, she always made it a point to walk a couple steps behind him, the better to enjoy the sight of his ass muscles contracting and rolling under the denim. Mulder continued his delicate attentions to her neck and throat as Scully moaned, popping the top two buttons of said jeans one at a time. He pulled the top of her sweater to one side and licked her collarbone just as her soft hand reached down into his pants. Scully gasped and leaned back, staring into a sudden blaze of desire in Mulder's eyes. Now he was the one moaning. "You're not wearing anything under your jeans!" Scully knew she was stating the obvious, but the shock of encountering rock hard nothing-but-Mulder instead of boxers had knocked her slightly off balance. And the lascivious little grin on Mulder's face didn't help. Leaning back in to capture Scully's earlobe with his teeth, Mulder murmured, "I never wear boxers under my jeans. They get all bunched up and uncomfortable, so I go without. Why do you think I wear zipperless jeans?" His words took a few seconds to register in Scully's brain due to the lovely sensations his tongue was producing on her ear. But when they got through the pleasurable haze, her eyes shot wide open, and she shoved Mulder off the sofa onto his lovely ass. "Do you mean to say" she huffed, trying not to hyperventilate, "that every time I've seen you in jeans you've been naked underneath?" Mulder grinned and nodded, unashamed. "Most times. If I'm going to be driving any distance, or going somewhere on a lead, I'll put something on, but not usually." Thinking back over all the times they'd dressed casually, either on a case, or working late at one apartment or the other, Scully couldn't stop the blush she felt on her face from traveling south and adding to her already considerable arousal. Her eyes connected with Mulder, still sitting at her feet, regarding her in affectionate amusement. "God Mulder, I just got very turned on. I'll never be able to look at you in jeans again without wanting to rip them off and jump you right there." Mulder's eyes darkened and smoldered as he rocked onto his hands and knees. Creeping up the side of the sofa, he crawled back toward Scully, until his face was close enough to feel her panting breath on his lips. "I wonder," he growled "if I can wear jeans to work?" Then he lunged and, crushing her lips under his, they both toppled backward onto the sofa in a tangle of desire. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Things sort of speeded up after that. Scully found that she couldn't wait any longer to feel Mulder's skin against hers, and the sweater was history in no time. Mulder stroked her cream satin bra, and sighed happily. Reaching around her back to unhook it, Scully pulled the bra off, tossing it over the sofa back in one motion, and found herself crushed chest to breast with Mulder. While Mulder nuzzled her breasts with his face, Scully reached back down to the remaining buttons on his jeans. "Time to get naked, Mulder," she purred into his hair. "No fair, Scully," he protested, as he licked her left nipple. "You started out with more clothes in the first place." Scully sucked in a gasp as she felt his tongue continue its attentions to her sensitive skin, almost forgetting her objective as he moved to her right breast to avoid favoritism. Undoing the last jeans button, Scully managed to push the offending fabric down past his hips, but her arms were too short to get it any farther. The Academy didn't train us to be problem solvers for nothing, she gloated to herself. Pulling her knees up, Scully hooked her toes in Mulder's pants, yanking them off his body and onto the floor. Mulder ceased kissing the soft underside of her breast and stared in delight at his partner's triumphant face. "Dana Katherine Scully, where did a nice Catholic girl learn to do such a thing? I'm thoroughly shocked and impressed." Mulder reached up and captured her lips in a deep, satisfying kiss, grinding his newly freed erection into the heat of her crotch, earning himself a deep moaning hum from Scully's throat. Rolling Mulder over onto his back, Scully sat up on the sofa and stared in approval at the satin-covered steel standing proudly away from his body. She'd seen him naked in the past, but only in less than ideal settings, and never aroused. Reaching out a trembling hand, Scully stroked the veins that bulged along its length, running her finger around the underside of the velvety ridge, picking up the drop of pre-cum from the very tip of Mulder's prick and smearing it over the head. When she spoke, her voice was harsh and smoky, almost unrecognizable to her ears. "No, Mulder. I'm the one who's impressed." She placed the finger that had been tracing patterns on his cock into her mouth and closed her eyes in rapture. "And if you thought you were shocked before, you ain't seen nothing yet." And with that, Dana Scully swooped down on her stunned partner and swallowed him whole. Mulder's hands caressed the mane of hair that moved sweetly over his lap, and marveled at the giving nature of this woman he loved. The sensations she was producing were more intense than anything he'd experienced before, and he knew he wouldn't last much longer if he didn't stop her soon. Mulder's mind was beginning to spiral into blackness, but this was not the way he'd always imagined it happening. He'd pictured it so many times in his lonely apartment; how they would join together, body and soul, the very first time, feeding the hunger in each other until they were both gorged and sated. From some still coherent corner of his mind, Mulder pulled out a desperate plea. "Scully...stop...please...you have to stop now...or I'm gonna come...I don't want it to be like this...it's too much like being alone...I've come so many times alone and thinking of you...I need you...I need to feel you...I need to share this with you...please, Scully...don't make me come alone...please...God, please..." As Mulder's words began to make sense to her, Scully released him from her mouth with an audible pop, looking at her partner's tortured face. With his head thrown back on the arm of the sofa and his eyes clenched shut, it was hard to tell if his features were registering pleasure or pain. But the meaning behind his plea brought remorseful tears to her eyes. "Oh Mulder" she sighed, reaching up to stroke his sweat-dampened face, "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to be selfish. It's just that I've been wishing I could touch you for so long that I got carried away and thought only about what I wanted. I just needed to touch you so badly." Scully picked her bottom up off the sofa, stripping down her leggings and panties in one swift movement. Flinging them to the floor, she draped herself on Mulder's chest and kissed his eyes until he opened them to gaze at her with a burning passion that set her heart on fire. She smiled into his eyes, and felt a flush flow through her body as he smiled back. "Please let me share this with you, Mulder," she murmured into his lips. "I've been thinking all night how much I wanted to throw you down and ride you like the stallion you are. I want you, Mulder. I need you inside me. Please. Just tell me what you want." Mulder smoothed the hair back from her flushed face, grinning into her eyes. "I want you to climb up on Santa's lap and tell him what you want for Christmas, G-woman." Scully snorted a laugh, and pushed herself up, straddling his abdomen and rubbing her damp curls over his stomach. "Mulder, Christmas isn't for months yet. How can I be sure Santa will remember what I want when it does get here?" Rising up on her knees, Scully leaned back and grasped his cock, guiding it to her warm entrance and rocking until just the tip entered. "Well..." Mulder hissed as he felt himself sinking into her velvet depths, "it's never too early to get onto Santa's 'good girl' list." He moaned as Scully rose up and came down again, hard, impaling herself on his pulsing shaft. "Besides," he groaned, "I have a feeling Santa's going to know exactly what to give you for Christmas this year." ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Mulder awoke to the rosy light of early morning and sighed contentedly. Looking down at the head of his love nestled into his chest, Mulder wondered if it was possible to die from sheer happiness. He reveled in the feeling of their naked bodies twined together, so intermingled it was hard to distinguish two separate individuals. Was that her arm pillowing their heads, or his? Whose foot was resting on the side of his knee? Was he hearing his own heart beating in his ears, or had they merged into one being, breathing in sync, blood commingling in shared veins? Scully had gotten her wish, and then some. The couch was only the beginning of the festivities, moving from there to the kitchen table, and at last to the bed, where they had both collapsed in the wee hours of the night. Mulder had never known that making love with Scully would be so physical. He'd had slow, passionate sex before, and lazy, playful sex, and often lust-induced wild sex, but he'd never been ridden hard and put away wet before. Scully had been possessed by a demon that Mulder fervently hoped would never be exorcised. He was just praying for a few days of recovery time before facing Sexual-Overdrive Scully again. As if responding to Mulder's thought waves, Scully shifted and mumbled as her eyes drifted open on a yawn. Seeing Mulder's loving gaze on her, Scully smiled and snuggled even closer into his chest. "Good morning, beautiful," Mulder whispered into her ear. "'Morning, gorgeous," Scully rubbed a hand up his back and sighed. "Mulder?" "Mm hmm..." "Are we scheduled to be chased by anything this week?" The question sounded strange in Scully's gravely, sex-sated vocal tones. Mulder's eyebrows quirked, but he gave careful consideration to the question before answering. "No," he mused, "I think we're just supposed to be catching up on paperwork for a few days. I've got 'be chased by disgusting mutant' written on next week's calendar. Why do you ask?" "Because I think I'm going to be walking like Walter Brennan for a while." Scully shifted again gingerly, and Mulder saw her wince. "I doubt if I could outrun my 95-year-old great-aunt Rose on one of her bad days." Ah ha! So I'm not the only one who got more than they bargained for, Mulder gloated. "Just a wee bit sore and stiff, are we Scully?" Mulder couldn't resist the chance to poke a little; not that he wasn't just as bad off. "Nothing a sitz bath, about 4 Advil and 2 days on a soft pillow wouldn't cure," she admitted. "And would that be the royal 'we', the medical 'we', or are you asking about both of us, Mulder?" "Well, Scully, you know what they say about being careful what you wish for," Mulder teased with a yawn. "Those weren't sounds of protest coming from your mouth, as I recall," she rejoined. "And I don't see you jumping out of bed to go for a quick 6 mile run this morning, either." Scully's voice held an irritating, smug tone. "Yeah, well, I was planning to do that in a minute," Mulder returned with a smirk. "But I figured I'd look pretty silly crawling down the side of the road on my belly. Think there might be 8 Advil in that bottle?" Scully snorted into Mulder's chest and got her nose tickled by his hair. It felt wonderful to lay there and hold this man she loved with all her heart. To know that she could admit to being tired and sore, and he wouldn't consider her weak as a result. She was sorry she hadn't known sooner how free it would make her feel. It was relaxing not having to hide or pretend anymore. Moving very slowly and carefully, Scully began untangling herself from Mulder's long limbs. Thinking that he'd drifted back to sleep, she jumped when one of his arms shot out and latched onto the closest thing to hand, which turned out to be her hip. "Don't wanna get up yet, Scully," Mulder mumbled into his pillow. His hand stroked her hip and down her thigh, setting up a slight tingling sensation. Brushing his tousled hair back, Scully kissed Mulder's temple and slid out from under his wandering hand. "You don't have to get out of bed yet, Mulder. I'm just gonna take a quick shower and find those Advil." Scully smiled as Mulder's eyes opened half-way and tried to focus. "Shower?" he muttered, his hand still caressing the sheet. "Sounds fun. Be right there." Mulder's eyes drooped closed again, and his hand slowed until it stopped moving altogether. Scully smiled, pulling the sheet up over his gorgeous ass and tight-muscled back. "Sure, Mulder," she murmured, "I'll save you some hot water." Mulder never even stirred when the bathroom door clicked shut. Turning the shower on to warm up, Dana Scully studied her reflection in the mirror and wondered who this woman with the shining eyes could be. I haven't looked this happy in years, she mused. I wonder if what I needed all this time was fucking my brains out. That was a depressing thought, but Scully knew that wasn't all she had needed. She'd needed to be loved, in the complete, unconditional way Mulder loved her. Standing under the pounding water, she went about the automatic task of getting clean while her mind roamed through all the possibilities of what could have been, and what might still be. It was foolish to have regrets, but she couldn't help being sad that they had waited so long to express their true feelings for one another. With the spray beginning to cool, Scully realized that she had spent long enough under the water. Shutting off the shower, she wiped the drops from her face and opened the curtain. Grabbing a towel from the rack, she wrapped her hair in a turban. Taking a second towel, she was just about to begin drying herself when a hand reached over her shoulder and plucked it from her fingers. "Why don't you let me do that?" Mulder whispered in her ear. Scully froze, holding her breath, and watched as the towel dropped to the floor. "Mulder," she tsked, rolling her eyes, "how do you expect to get me dry if..." The sentence ended on a moan as Scully felt Mulder's tongue slide up her left shoulder blade to the top of her back. The motion was repeated on her other shoulder, causing her nipples to tighten, and a sudden throbbing heat between her legs. As his warm tongue continued taking slow swipes across the top of her shoulder and up the side of her neck, Mulder whispered, "There's more than one way to dry off. This is my favorite." Scully's knees began to shake. Grabbing the towel bar to hold herself upright, she sighed straight from her soul as Mulder's tongue ran trails down her back. "Mulder," Scully moaned, "you are insatiable, incorrigible, and incredible!" Mulder stopped his tender attentions, and Scully thought she would scream from the sudden deprivation. "Insatiable and incorrigible." Mulder rolled the words around in his mouth, savoring their taste. "I like that." Scully could hear the smile in his voice, and was afraid she would start begging if he didn't touch her again soon. She let out a long breath she hadn't been aware of holding as Mulder's lips sipped the water drops off her tattoo. "Don't forget incredible." Scully reminded. "No, Scully," Mulder contradicted, "not incredible." His tongue moved from her tattoo down the outside of her hip. "Incredibly lucky..." Down the back of her thigh. "incredibly happy..." Across the back of her knee. "incredibly humble..." Up the inside of her thigh. "incredibly in love..." And dove into the folds peeking from between her thighs. Scully gasped as her muscles liquefied and released their hold on the towel bar, allowing her to crumple into Mulder's arms. Mulder took in Scully's flushed face, closed eyes, and panting breath, and was terrified that he'd done something wrong. Maybe he'd hurt her without realizing it. She was so tiny, and he was so much bigger than her, and this whole relationship thing was still so new... I will rip my own balls off if I've done anything to harm her, Mulder agonized. He brushed Scully's wet hair away from her face where it had stuck after her turban tumbled off. Fearfully, Mulder stroked his fingers down her cheek, willing her eyes to open, ignoring the lapful of damp, naked Scully he was holding. Mulder's breath released with a whoosh as Scully's eyelids blinked open, only to be sucked back in when confronted with the blaze of desire directed at him. "Are you okay, Scully?" Mulder inquired, hesitant. Scully's lips curled up into an expression that struck Mulder as downright predatory. "No, Mulder, I'm not okay." Scully purred into his stunned face. "And if you don't get me off this floor and make violent love to me right now, you won't be okay, either. Because I will castrate you in your sleep, without anesthetic, and you know I can do it, too." Mulder's eyes lit up with relief and laughter as he tried to keep a straight face. Scully's arms snaked around his neck as he scooped her off the floor and headed toward the bedroom. "Scully," he dead-panned, "you can remove any of my body parts you want to if it makes you happy. But you know, you've had me firmly gripped by the nugs for years now." Mulder didn't even flinch when she smacked him upside the head. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Scully laid on her stomach and shivered as a draft of air stroked her naked back. "Mulder..." she mumbled into the mattress. Forcing one eye half-way open after a great effort, Mulder found himself staring at the ceiling, wondering why he was so tired. "Huh? Scully?" Talking seemed to be as difficult as opening his eyes. "Mulder, could you pull the covers up?" "UNNGHH!" Mulder tried to summon enough energy to either reach down and grab the sheet, or at least hook it with his foot and get it within reach. But his battery reserves were drained. "Sorry, Scully. Can't move." Scully shivered again. "But I'm cold!" she wailed. Suddenly, Scully felt a great, warm weight settle gently over her body, and she realized that Mulder had managed to roll over. His left leg lay across the top of her thighs, and his left arm was draped up the side of her body, his hand cupped around her shoulder. In all, it was a very agreeable blanket substitute. "Better?" Mulder mumbled against her ear. "Much. Thank you." Scully returned sleepily. "But how about you?" Mulder sighed against her cheek. "Your love will keep me warm." Scully gave an unladylike snort into the sheet. "Geez, Mulder," she teased, "I hope you don't freeze to death." Mulder placed a gentle kiss on her earlobe and felt a shiver travel straight down her body. "Not a chance, Scully." he whispered as his eyes drooped shut. "Not a chance." THE END Author's Notes: If you stayed with me all the way, may the beneficent Earth Mother shine warm rays on you in the dead of winter. (which is what it is here, and that's damned cold!) This story is my first posting, and I've been a bit nervous about it. I apologize to all those who may have thought this was a bit tame, smut-wise, but I was somewhat shy about trying it my first time out. I promise to do better next time. This story is dedicated to all the wonderful writers whose work I have enjoyed over the past few years, and also to my husband, who doesn't really understand what I see in all this, but let's me indulge myself anyway. This story has not been beta'd before submission, as my usual reader is only 18 and this kind of thing makes him squirmy. Sorry about that, kid. Tell me how I did and let me know if you'd like to see the next one as well. mimic117@yahoo.com