From: Helen Forrest <helen@heroforr.demon.co.uk>
Date: Sun, 22 Mar 1998 19:49:47 +0100
Subject: Cold Night, Warm Bed (1/3) *NC-17* by Atticus


Cold Night, Warm Bed (1/3) by Atticus
helen@heroforr.demon.co.uk

*Please Archive at Gossamer, anywhere else ask me first*

Classification: SR

Rating: NC-17

Spoilers:  Never Again

Keywords: Mulder/Scully Romance, a touch of angst.

Summary:  The aftermath of Never Again.  Our favourite agents find themselves
confronting their feelings head on when Scully gets a late-night visit.

Disclaimer:  M&S + X-Files = Chris Carter/1013/Fox and IMO GA & DD.  Not me.
Ca va? :)

Author's Comments:  Well... me again.  I know this is a pretty old fanfic
topic now, but this is my take on it and I just had to get it out of my
system.  Please have a look at it, and hit reply <g>  Any constructive
criticism or praise is welcome, I'll listen to the former and cherish the
latter forever :)  Hope you enjoy...

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Cold Night, Warm Bed (1/3) by Atticus
*NC-17*


    Scully huddled under her duvet, burrowing down as far as she could go
into the cool mattress.  She shivered as her icy feet collided with each
other.  God, it was a freezing night.  She could hear the wind howling
outside, whipping the trees into submission.  Even with her central-heating
on high it would take her a little while to get warm.

A hot-water bottle might have helped but Scully had an aversion to them; they
started off way too hot and by the time they reached the right temperature to
be comfortable she had naturally warmed-up anyway.  There was also nothing
worse than a luke-warm bottle in your bed in her view.  Body heat was a much
better solution all round.  Of course, it was far easier when there was
another body to share heat with... some long-forgotten memory surfaced,
reminding her how much she missed that.  The last time she had tried to
create some heat with anyone it had turned out as lukewarm as her hated hot-
water bottle.  She sighed, not that her heart had been involved.

It wasn't hard to recall the event, as much as she sometimes wanted to forget
it. It had only been just over a month ago. She didn't regret it exactly,
though it had been something of a non-event.  When it had come down to it she
had found she couldn't go through with it. That didn't change the fact that
meeting Ed Jerse had certainly made her relationship with Mulder a living
hell. She had started off positive she would tell him nothing had happened,
but his behaviour had first made her feel guilty, and then angry, until
finally she was determined she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing.
 
They only spoke when necessary; the atmosphere in the office decidedly
frosty. When they did speak it was like treading on thin ice, occasionally
the unresolved issues between them spilling over into heated arguments  The
office door had been slammed several times in the past few weeks.  The
arguments were usually over small things but the underlying cause was always
the same. 

Mulder treated her as if she had betrayed him, he wanted her to feel as if
she had, and to an extent he had succeeded.  After all he was the main reason
she had been with Ed in the first place.  She had been furious with him at
the time, fed-up with the condescending manner he had been using with her and
how he always assumed she would jump at his command.  She had told him not
everything was about him.  It wasn't the truth.  As much as she sometimes
felt she hated him, she loved him.

However he did seem to think he owned her; which he didn't.  The tattoo and
Ed had been something she had needed to do for herself.  She had started to
lose sight of Dana Scully amongst the lies and the grief and the damn agenda,
and it had scared her.  It had been a huge relief, not to mention exciting,
to forget the X-Files and everything that went with it, including Mulder.

She hated how things were with him right now, but it had been what she had to
do at the time.  She was still angry at Mulder, if only because he was being
such a bastard about the whole situation.  He wasn't giving way one inch. 
She didn't know if they would ever get back to how they used to be, she
missed that feeling of closeness. It was a cliche, but she had always taken
comfort in their 'you and me against the world' partnership.  She wondered if
Mulder was feeling as cold out there on his own as she was.

There was no doubt in Scully's mind that it was a power issue on his part,
she had rebelled against his control and now he was punishing her.  He didn't
want her, or wasn't going to admit he wanted her anyway, but he didn't want
anyone else to have her either.  The twisted mind of an obsessed man
she thought wryly.  His quest in life would always come before her.  That was
why she hadn't allowed herself to fall in love with him.  She knew that she
loved him but being 'in love' was a phrase she did not dwell on.

It was difficult, of course, he could be very hard to resist, especially when
she was feeling... horny.   Which was frequently now.  It was slightly
perverse, but when they argued, it was incredibly arousing, simply because
she could feel the sexual tension between them fizzing around them - sparking
off a hunger inside her she hadn't even realise existed.

She could talk about a 'twisted mind'...  rolling over in her now warm patch
of the bed, she wriggled against the material, trying to relax.  Gradually
Scully felt sleep coming upon her. Dream-like thoughts floated into her mind.
 She surrendered herself to the process...

*Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz*

She jerked at the noise, but didn't awaken.

*Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz*

This time her head shot up from the pillow.  What the hell?!  Whoever was at
her door had better have a damn good reason she thought hazily.  She wasn't
at all sure what time it was, but it most definitely was not a sensible hour
to visit.  Unwilling to leave her now pleasantly warm bed, she wrapped her
robe around her shoulders and shuffled towards the door, her eyes barely open.

She squinted through the peephole, the tingle down her spine when she saw her
partner standing there betraying the irritation she also felt.  Of course it
would be him, she thought, trying to regain her equilibrium.  Who else would
be outside her door at some God-forsaken hour? Taking a calming breath, she
proceeded to unlock the door.  Opening it she looked up at him accusingly.

     'What do you want?'

He stared down at her in a similar fashion,

     'Don't tell me I woke you, Scully? I wasn't even sure you'd be home.'

She set her jaw.  Bastard.  Glaring at him she repeated her question, her
voice sharp.

     'What do you want, Mulder?'

     'That isn't much of a welcome, now is it?'  He drawled.

Scully's forehead crinkled as she looked at him, she sniffed delicately.

     'Have you been drinking?'

He rubbed a hand through his hair.

     'That is one of the many things I've been doing actually.'

>From the look of him Scully could believe it; he was unshaven, scruffy and
heavy shadows circled his eyes.  She could feel her annoyance growing. Mulder
appeared to be having trouble focusing on her, his gaze was slightly
glassy.  He leaned against the door-frame.

     'Any coffee going?'

Holding the robe around her with one hand she grabbed his wrist roughly with
the other, glancing at his watch.

     'It's nearly 2am, Mulder, go home.'

She began to shut the door.  His reactions a little slow, he just managed to
stick his foot in it, stopping her.

      'Coffee, Scully, is that too much to ask?'

She knew she was going to really lose her temper any second.  She was tired,
frustrated and not about to make him coffee.

      'Take your foot out of my door, Mulder.'  Her tone was low and deadly,
but he seemed to miss the warning signs or chose to ignore them.

      'No.'  Their eyes locked.  From the look on Mulder's face he wasn't
about to back down either.  This is ridiculous, Scully thought.  I'm not
going to be reduced to this.  Without loosening her grip on the door she
spoke carefully, controlling her emotions.

      'Just tell me why you're here, Mulder.'

She saw him soften a little.

      'I only want to talk to you.'

Now he wants to talk.  Scully barely resisted the temptation to take him by
surprise and kick his foot out of the way.  It was unfair of him to come here
now. Typical Mulder.  He was ready to talk and she had to be there to listen.
Well, he could find a short bridge and take a big leap.

       'This is not the time for talking.  I'm going to close the door now
and you are going to leave.'

Anger suddenly blazed in his eyes.

       'Oh really?  Am I?  You know you're right, Scully.' He spat. 'This
isn't the time for talking - it's the time for *fucking*.  Which is what I
was trying to do tonight.  Have I got your full attention now?!'

Her gaze flicked to the carpet, a hollow, sick feeling surging in her
stomach.  She didn't think she wanted to know about this.  She was sure she
didn't.  Mulder took the opportunity she had not and pushed his way into her
apartment.  He strode through to her kitchen. Scully shrugged the robe off
angrily, a transference of emotion, and quickly followed him.  How dare he?! 
He tossed his jacket on a chair and began to open cupboards. As he searched
he continued talking.

       'Let me tell you about my evening, Scully.'

She stood with her hands on her hips.

       'Stop this.'

       'What?'  He said innocently.  Then catching sight of her PJs he
grinned.

       'I didn't know you liked Snoopy, Scully.'

She flushed.

       'They were a present - you can't just barge in here like this,
Mulder...'

       'I like them.'  He interrupted. 'They're cute.'

She shifted, licking her lips, he was doing this on purpose.  Underneath her
anger she could feel her arousal bubbling.  She shoved it down hard.
Remember what he said a few seconds ago, she told herself.  That helped.
Mulder had begun to make coffee now, having found what he was looking for.

       'I picked up a woman tonight - at a bar.'  Scully felt her mouth fall
open slightly.  She shut it promptly.  She had a great desire to pour the
soon-to-be-brewed coffee right over his head.  She forced herself to speak.

       'How interesting.'

He gave a short laugh.

       'Not the first word that comes to mind, Scully...'

Fuck you, Mulder, she thought, narrowing her eyes at him.  If looks could
kill he would be in the I.C.U right now.  Not a bad idea actually...

        '...Went back to her place, not far from here as a matter of fact.  I
thought it wouldn't be advisable to take her to mine...'

He sipped his coffee.

        'Not that it would have made a lot of difference.'  He walked over to
her, mug in hand.  'I wasn't going to tell you...'

        'You obviously feel the need to boast about your exploits, Mulder,
although why you think I would be curious I don't know.'

He paused, coming closer to her, his eyes travelled up and down her body.
She swallowed.

'What exploits, Scully?.  He said softly.  'I'm afraid I had a little trouble
with my performance.'

Scully was having problems of her own, concentrating on what he was saying
when he was in such close proximity.  His last words had come through loud
and clear though.

        'Couldn't get it up... how about that?  She said I needed to
relax more.  Even got me to have a few puffs on a joint, which relaxed me too
much...'.  He snorted.

Scully didn't know what to say.  She was much too relieved for her own good
that he hadn't slept with the woman.  Mulder continued his alcohol-induced
chatter. 

        'Never been shoved out a door so fast... well apart from a few
minutes ago that is.'  He allowed himself a small smile. 'You didn't quite
managed it though did you?'

Scully moved away from him and drew out a chair from her kitchen table.
He stood for a moment with his back to her, obviously surprised by her
reaction or lack there of one, then did the same.

        'Scully...'  He set his mug down on the table.

Reluctantly she turned her head.

        'Want to know something else...'

        'No.'

Gently he touched a finger to the softness of her lips,

        'Please let me finish?'

Scully's insides did a back-flip.  At that moment she realised unhappily, he
could do anything he wanted.  If she just slipped her tongue out she would be
able to taste him... Instead of taking his finger away, a fascinated look
crossed his face and he slowly rubbed the tip over the outline of her mouth.
Time appeared to stand still in that way it sometimes does.

She couldn't help it. Her eyes closed, her tongue darted out and licked his
finger.  His mouth opened, a small sigh of surprise and... pleasure?, she
prayed it was pleasure, escaping.  Her eyes opened hesitantly to fix on his.
He was frozen in place, his lack of protest boosted her on, she drew his
finger into her mouth, suckling softly on it.  His breathing became
noticeable as she caressed the digit with her tongue and lips.  Then as
abruptly as he had put it there he drew the finger, now glistening with
salvia, away from her mouth.

She dropped her eyes to the table immediately.  Shit.  What was happening to
her?  Mulder cleared his throat, finally managing to regain his voice, he
said huskily,

        'She was great-looking too...' 

Scully looked up.  He was going to pretend that *that* had never happened. 
God, why had she done it...

        '... but I couldn't...'

        'You've already told me that, Mulder.'  She snapped, her frustration
with herself making her voice even harsher than she had intended.

He groaned and rubbed his eyes with the heel of his hand.

  'You don't understand...that's not why, it is but...' He paused then
blurted out - ' Do you know how aroused I am by just being near you, Scully?' 

        'What?'  She croaked.

        'I want you.'

CONT IN PART 2
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Cold Night, Warm Bed (2/3) by Atticus
helen@heroforr.demon.co.uk

Disclaimer etc. in PART 1

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Cold Night, Warm Bed (2/3) by Atticus
*NC-17*


'What?'  She croaked.

        'I want you.'

A beat.

        'Oh.'  Her head felt as if it was on spin-cycle. 

        'Have you got a theory as to why that is, Scully?' If he was trying
to lighten the mood it was going to take a lot more than that.  After all,
in the space of a few minutes she had _sucked_ her partner's finger and he
had told her he was turned-on because of her.  Just your average evening
then.  She felt like she was on the brink of hysterical laughter. Suddenly
Scully realised Mulder was staring at her.

        'I don't know.'  Terrific answer, Dana...

        'I think I do.'

If ever a mood lightener was needed...

        'Oh?  Does it have anything to do with little gre...'

Mulder leaned in and placed a tiny kiss at the corner of her mouth, rendering
her incapable of finishing her sentence.  He pulled back and looked into her
eyes for a moment.  She could only stare back, wondering absently if he could
see everything that she felt for him in her gaze.  He then kissed the other
corner of her mouth just as gently, before cupping her face in his large
hands and stroking the sides with his thumbs.

A slow, easy smile spread over his face as he watched her.  She found herself
returning it.  They sat there like that for a moment, then as if a silent
signal had been given somewhere they simultaneously moved closer; eyes
closing, lips meeting in the most delicious kiss either of them had ever
experienced.  They paused a second, returning to each other in a deeper
embrace, as their mouths opened and their breath mingled, Scully tasted
Mulder for the first time.  It was a flavour that was familiar and like
nothing else at the same time, a mixture of all she associated with him; the
smell of his breath, his skin, his aftershave, the slightly salty tang of
sunflower seeds... or perhaps that was only her imagination, whatever, it was
a flavour she knew she could very quickly become addicted to.

Underlying that was the heavy aroma of whisky, which had apparently been his
drink of choice that evening.  She was beginning to feel intoxicated herself.
Eventually they came up for air, breathing heavily, both flushed and a little
shaky.  Scully's brain suddenly went into overdrive - what did they just do?!
 Had he really kissed her?  Why now?  The thudding pulse of her heart-beat
made logical thought impossible.  She had to calm down... she couldn't
breathe.

The thought that did come to her was not a pleasing one but she couldn't stop
it from surfacing... Any moment now he would say it had been a mistake, he
had had too much to drink... Let's pretend it never happened... Mulder was in
fact saying nothing, which didn't help to dispel her panic. The worse thing
was that along with the kiss had come the realisation that she was in fact,
in love with him.  How perfect that the clouds should lift now.  To look at
them you would never guess they had just shared an intimate embrace.

Scully decided she had to break this awkward silence somehow.  From the way
he was behaving she knew he must be regretting what had just occurred, it was
only fair to let him off the hook.  She swallowed, dismayed to feel a burning
behind her eyes. She wouldn't cry.  Not in front of him.  Not now. 

     'Mulder?'

His gaze flickered up to dart across her face, before settling on her eyes. 
At least he could still look at her.  His mouth opened as if to speak but
then he seemed to decide against it.

     'Perhaps you should go.'

Part of her didn't think she could bear to see him go, but it was obvious he
couldn't wait to get out the door.  She was surprised at the expression of
shocked hurt that was plain in his eyes when her words registered. Oh, no. It
couldn't be? What had she done? However, as soon as it had come the
expression faded to be replaced by one of cold fury.

He pulled away from her and got up.  There was no time for damage control;
Scully's mind was in a turmoil.  Before she knew what was happening Mulder
was heading for the door fast.  She got up after him, not sure what to say,
just knowing he shouldn't leave, they had to sort this out now.  As it turned
out she didn't have to worry about what she was going to say, he apparently
had plenty he wanted to get off his chest.  When she reached him he whirled
around, and turned on her.  She actually recoiled from him - the look on his
face so full of bitterness.

     'What is it, Scully?! I'm not dangerous enough for you or something?!'  

She opened her mouth, but he cut her off.

      'So tell me what it was about this Jerse guy that turned you on so
much!'

She glanced to the side of him, an anguished sigh escaping her lips.  He
grabbed her by the wrists roughly.  

      'LOOK AT ME!'

Every syllable like a fine-edged razor. Her eyes widened in shock, but she
didn't try to fight him off, instead she froze.  He loosened his grip on her
but didn't let go.  He continued in a harsh whisper.

     'Did it feel good, Scully?  tell me!  why?!'

She gasped, feeling the adrenalin pumping through her veins.  When she spoke
her voice was small but, amazingly in the circumstances, firm.

     'What do you want to know?'

He gave a short bark of a laugh,

     'Everything.'

     'Then let me go.'

He looked at his hands holding her, and seemed to realise what he was doing. 
He dropped them immediately.  Scully walked to the sofa and sat
down carefully, rubbing her wrists.  Mulder sat opposite her, a dazed look on
his face.  She stared at her fingers as she spoke,

     'There isn't much to tell, Mulder.'

She glanced at him.  He was listening but his head was down.

     'I know what you think but I didn't... have intercourse with him.

He looked up then, his eyes betraying how her words had affected him,

     'You didn't?'

She shook her head.

     'Did he... did he hurt you?'

She suppressed a shaky smile. The echo of 'Did *I* hurt you?' was almost
audible.

     'No, he didn't hurt me.'

Liar.  But he would only turn it around and lay it on himself.

  I'm not a china doll, Mulder, I'm tougher than I look, and I can take care
of myself.'

He nodded.  This was familiar ground.

     'I know you can.'  Then - 'I shouldn't have grabbed you like that'

But I know why you did, Mulder, she thought.  The feeling of that knowledge
sustained her.

     'We all do things we shouldn't...'  Damn, why couldn't she say what she
wanted to say - Why could she never say it?

He looked at the floor.

     'I'm fine.'

He raised his face to her, a hint of worn amusement at that oft-repeated
statement in his eyes.  She held the gaze telling him she meant it.

     'Can I ask why you didn't?

     'You're _asking_ now?'

He gave her a sheepish smile.

     'I'm not sure.'  She lied again.  When would the lies stop? She had a
feeling it might be soon.  'It didn't feel right.'

Mulder considered this for a moment.

     'I wanted to beat the crap out of him.'
     
     'That wouldn't have been a smart move.'

     'I couldn't have cared less.'

They stared at each other for a moment.  Mulder leaned forward in his seat.

     'I couldn't, can't, bear the thought of you with someone else.'

She became aware she was holding her breath.

     'What are you saying?'

He looked at her as if to say - 'Don't you know?'  He continued slowly,

     'I think of you... I can't get you out of my head, Scully, I don't want
to.'

Scully felt her breath whoosh out.  She could hardly believe what he had
said.  Or perhaps it was the fact that he had actually said it that she
couldn't take in.  He was still talking.

     'I close my eyes and think of your face, your body, being inside you.'

She swallowed hard as his words sent a shockwave of desire through her.

     'God...'  Her voice was husky and low.  He moved to crouch in front of
her, staring up intensely.
                                                  
     'Do you think of me at all like that?'

Did she? The only sane answer to that was yes. Scully touched his face
gingerly, running her hand slowly through his hair.  He turned his face into
the caress, his eyes closing.

     'I think that was the problem with Ed...'  She smiled a little sadly.
'He wasn't you.'

He opened his eyes.

     'I'm sorry for being such a son of a bitch...'

She shook her head, stroking his stubbly cheek,

     'We both said things we shouldn't have, Mulder, I'm sorry too but no
more apologies now, ok?'

He nodded, and placed one of his hands over hers, against his face.  He
turned it palm-up and pressed his lips to her skin gently.  Suddenly,
surprising both Mulder and herself, Scully used her other hand to roughly
pull him to her, their heads almost bumping together.  Their mouths found
each other, and she slid back on the sofa as he moved inbetween her legs, his
hands around her waist.  When the kiss broke Mulder was grinning,

    'You only had to ask you know.'

Scully quirked an eyebrow at him,

    'If I have to ask permission everytime I want to kiss you I'll have no
voice left, Mulder.'

    'That could have it's benefits...'

She shoved him playfully in the chest,

    'Very funny.'

He went to get up from his kneeling position, but she moved her hands to his
shoulders.

    'I like you fine just where you are.'

He snorted,

    'On my knees right?'

    'Yep. It makes a change not to have to look up to you.'

He smiled and rubbed her legs,

    'Guess I'd better make the most of it down here then...'

CONT IN PART 3

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Cold Night, Warm Bed (3/3) by Atticus
helen@heroforr.demon.co.uk

Disclaimer etc. in PART 1

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Cold Night, Warm Bed (3/3) by Atticus
*NC-17*


'Guess I'd better make the most of it down here then...'

Scully rested her head back and closed her eyes as Mulder began to massage
her through the soft material of her pyjamas.  He gently eased her legs
further apart and turned his attention to her inner thighs.  Scully shivered
at the sensation.  There was the beginnings of a painfully tender ache at her
centre.

It was a little hard to believe that _Mulder_ was doing this to her, but her
body didn't seem to share that feeling and was responding to his touch as if
it had known all along that this moment would come.  He seemed to understand
exactly how to arouse her, and when he bent his head and softly nuzzled her,
it was as if she had come out of a dream and this was the only reality she
ever needed.  Her hips jerked upwards involuntarily and her eyes flew open.

    'Mulder!' She gasped.

He looked up quickly, his face flushed and almost guilty,

    'Scully?  I'm sorry... I shouldn't have done that... It's too soon isn't
it?'

    '*No*, no it's not that.'

She had to concentrate to stop herself from grabbing his head and putting it
back where she needed it.  He gave her a questioning look.

    'It felt good.'  She said simply, not knowing how else to describe how he
had affected her, realising there weren't really any words.

He smiled, understanding.

    'This is pretty amazing - Me and you.'

Scully drank in his eyes, his soul.  Her love for him overwhelmed her at that
moment.  She felt dizzy, and ill, and deliriously happy all at once. Reaching
out she hugged him to her as best she could in their positions.

    'Me and you against the world.'  She whispered in his ear.

He chuckled,

    'What are we, Batman and Robin?'

She had a sudden flash of Mulder in that tight-fitting rubber... God, she had
it bad, her mother would say she was 'moonstruck' and she wouldn't be wrong. 
Not at all.

    'I want to go to bed, Mulder.'

His eyes became wider than she'd ever seen them... he was takenaback, but he
sweetly tried not to show it.  He laced his fingers through one of her hands
and said quietly,

    'Are you sure?'

She nodded once.  They both got up slowly.  The atmosphere was a little
awkward until Mulder's knees cracked as he rose from his position on the
floor.  The laughter that followed relaxed them.  

    'You'd better be gentle with me, Scully, I'm getting old.' He joked.

She held out her hand, amused,

    'Come on then, old man.'  

She felt anything but old, she felt like a teenager again.  Her stomach was
churning with a mixture of excitement and fear.  Mulder certainly didn't look
like he was ready to be out to pasture either.  She found herself desperate
to see him naked and to possess him in this last way.

Her bedroom was pitch black.  Scully found her way easily and switched her
bedside lamp on.  Mulder blinked at her -  his eyes adjusting. He stood on
the opposite side of her bed, framed by his shadow on the far wall.  She
could count the number of times Mulder had been in her bedroom on one hand,
and the number of times he had been in her bed on one finger.  She hoped that
figure was one that would rise rapidly after tonight.

That depended on whether they actually made it to the bed of course.  The
silence in the room was growing and becoming suffocating.  Scully took a deep
breath and crossed the floor to meet him, terrified that he might be having
doubts.  Up close he looked like she felt, nervous as hell and it seemed that
it wasn't just her who had regressed to puberty.

     'Do you want to get undressed?'

Oh, God... Had she really said that?  She was acting more like a 16 year old
virgin all the time.  Luckily it seemed Mulder was too caught up in his own
feelings to comment on or even register her idiotic question.  He simply
nodded and began to strip off his t-shirt.  Her eyes fixed hungrily on his
bare skin as he tossed the shirt onto her bed.  The light from the lamp
caressed his muscles making them stand out in sharp relief.  He seemed to be
on a roll and was busily unzipping his jeans.  Almost without thinking she
stilled his movements with her hands.

     'Wait. Please.'

He stopped, his hands shaking slightly, and let his arms fall to his sides.
Moving nearer to him she carefully ran one hand over his chest, fascinated
and excited by his body.  His skin was smooth and hot, except for where soft,
wiry hair grew.  Using both hands now she traced his abdominal muscles
feeling them twitch under her touch, then she stroked her way up to his broad
shoulders, massaging tautness there.  He groaned and she felt his arms wrap
around her waist.

Suddenly she was pressed tightly against him.  She slid her hands down around
his back and her head pressed into his chest, as he held her even closer. 
She could feel him, bulging through his jeans, hard against her.  She
wriggled in his arms until he was positioned in such a way that caused her to
gasp.  Rubbing her lower body against his, Scully let her hands roam further
until they rested firmly on his ass.

Mulder had come alive while she was doing this and was enthusiastically
kissing her neck and any other part of her he could reach.  They continued
like that for a few minutes, until it was no longer enough for them; their
groans and sounds of encouragement now constant.  Breaking their embrace,
they caught their breath for a second.  Then with a lack of reserve they
hurriedly peeled off the rest of their clothes.  It didn't take Scully long
to discard her pyjamas, and she stood naked while Mulder kicked his shoes
off, a task made harder by the fact that his gaze never left her.

Finally they moved into each other's arms.  Mulder explored her just as she
had explored him, his large, gentle hands setting her skin on fire.  Her
nipples hardened to painfully sensitive points as he kneaded her breasts. 
She breathed her pleasure into his mouth, and they fell onto the bed making
the springs creak, limbs entwined.

There was no nervousness now, only desire and the need to fulfil it.  They
writhed around on top of the covers, kissing, biting, tasting as much as they
could of the other.  Scully was turned-on to the extent of desperation, by
all accounts Mulder was in the same state, and in a combined effort of
control they paused enough for him to enter her.

He slipped in past her resistance and filled her totally, brief pain and
pleasure overwhelmed her and it was so fucking good... How long had she
needed this she wondered hazily, how long?  No matter, Mulder was here now
and his cock was buried deep within her, yet still she wanted more.  She
wanted to lose control entirely, she wanted them to be reduced to animals...
Mulder pulled out of her a tiny bit then slammed home again, Scully lifted
her legs and locked them behind his knees, moaning deeply as he did it again.

Mulder had jammed a hand between them and was roughly rubbing her clit. 
Scully thrust her hips up off the mattress to meet him, whimpering.  She was
sure she was going out of her mind, but this was what they needed, soft and
slow just wasn't going to cut it.  The bed protested loudly as Mulder thrust
in and out of her violently, growling in her ear.  He breathlessly talked to
her,

    'Yesssss, Scully... fuck.... yessssss, you, like...this?'

She was pressed up against the headboard now, and each pump of Mulder's hips
made her teeth click together, and her skull knock on the wood.  Did she like
this?  His hand rubbed rhythmically over her centre.  She yelled out a
incoherent sound, that didn't even seem to have come from her.  Her womb
throbbed around Mulder, her opening incredibly slick and so, so hot.

Her orgasm came upon her suddenly, for a brief second she was floating
outside of herself, then her whole body was tingling, numb.  Burning,
consuming pleasure shot out from her centre to every part of her, and then
the inner contractions began.  She clung to Mulder as if her life depended on
it, panting, gasping for breath.  Riding the waves with her, he let himself
go with a feral cry, and Scully felt him empty himself into her body.  It was
glorious.

Her mind shut down for a moment, and when she opened her eyes, she found she
couldn't move.  Mulder was slumped on top of her, a warm suffocating weight. 
So, she could do without air... she wasn't going to tell him to move.  She
felt weak, exhausted.  Her limbs far too heavy to lift, certain parts of her
still throbbed, and Mulder was still inside her.  That was nice.  She
wondered if this was similar to being stoned, this feeling of pleasant
unreality, weightlessness.

    'Mulder?'  She whispered, for some reason that felt right.

He shifted sleepily and murmured something into her damp hair.  With
tremendous, courageous effort she placed her arms over his sweaty shoulders
and breathed in deeply.  There was nowhere she would rather be than here;
with Mulder, tired, sticky and squashed.  She realised she hadn't told him.
He was asleep and she thought he knew anyway but she didn't care,

    'I love you.'

To her amazement he mumbled,

    'Love you too.'

Mulder was some light sleeper. She followed him into unconsciousness with a
smile on her face.

*The End*

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