From: "Donnilee" <donnilee@snet.net>
Date: Tue, 23 Jul 2002 15:59:58 -0400
Subject: RE: "Jitters 2" by Donnilee
Source: direct

TITLE:           JITTERS 2
AUTHOR:      DONNILEE
E-MAIL:         DONNILEE@SNET.NET
WEB SITE:    http://donnilee.tripod.com
CATEGORY:  MSR
RATING:         NC-17
SPOILERS:    Duane Barry, Lazarus, All Things, Never Again
SUMMARY:    M/S embark on married life and Mulder sets out to teach
Scully about all the things she's been missing. (Sequel to "First
Time Jitters".)
DEDICATION: Whew!  I got tons of requests for a sequel to First Time
Jitters.  So here goes, this story is for:  Evie Whiting (who started
the whole darn thing with her challenge!), Eric and Sandy P., Ronnie R.,
Song, Monique C., Kate M., Holly, Sabine, Marcia.
THANKS:        I must give thanks to my beta reader, Sdani, once again. 
I pester her constantly, like she has nothing better to do than read for
me!  She's wonderful and never complains.  Thanks for all your
continuing support, for being my harshest critic and my biggest
cheerleader.  I Love you for it!
 
PART 1 (PG-13)
DANA SCULLY'S APARTMENT
GEORGETOWN, D.C.
WEDNESDAY MORNING - 7:00 AM
 
I woke up slowly.  As I tried to roll onto my back, a hard, large chest
stopped me abruptly.  I gasped, feeling the warmth of him seep into the
chilled skin of my back.
 
He murmured in his sleep, his arm around my waist tightening and
bringing me into full body contact.  I lay still, my eyes half open,
remembering the events of the last four days and particularly, the
events of yesterday.
 
I slowly pulled my left hand down from its position under the pillow and
held it up, looking at the back of my hand.  
 
Nope, it wasn't a dream.  The rings were there.  I felt my heart rate
accelerate slightly.  Oh my God.  I was married.  Really married. 
 
To my partner. 
 
Jesus Christ!  My family was going to flip!  My mom would be happy for
me, but upset that I didn't tell her first.  My brother would be
beside himself.  He didn't like Mulder and never had.  His feelings
were completely groundless but I'd never been able to convince him of
that.  I was going to have to try harder.  He was going to have to try
harder.  They were brother-in-laws now, whether they liked it or not.  
 
I smiled, curling my fingers into a fist.  I cupped my breasts, one in
each hand and squeezed gently, feeling them tingle.  My nipples were a
little sore from all the sucking they'd received in the last four
days.  I blushed furiously remembering the feel of Mulder's soft mouth
on my breast, suckling like a babe and laving me with that talented
tongue.  That opened the gate on other thoughts of his tongue, in other
places.
 
I shivered again and heard him hum in the back of his throat.  His lips
landed on the top of my shoulder and he placed a soft kiss there.
 
I sighed and maneuvered myself onto my back.  He smiled down at me, his
eyes still sleepy and at half-mast.  His hair was mussed up and he felt
warm.  He lifted a hand and tucked my hair behind my ear, making me
shiver.  He chuckled and I smiled up at him.
 
"Morning," I said shyly, dipping my eyes back down to stare at his
chest, directly in front of my face.
 
His fingers lifted my chin and he leaned in slowly and kissed me gently.
 "Morning, Mrs. Mulder."
 
I sucked in a breath, suddenly overwhelmed with the events of the last
few days.  It had all happened so fast.  I'd made love to my partner
last night.
 
Correction, I'd made love to my husband, for the first time. 
Literally, the first time.  I was no longer a virgin.  I smiled again,
feeling relief and a sense of gratitude for his caring and gentleness.
 
"You all right this morning?"
 
"I'm a little sore.  Just a little overwhelmed.  Still processing
everything.  It all seemed to have happened so fast."
 
"Know what you mean."
 
"You do?"
 
"Yeah.  I've been in love with you for so long.  So that part seems
like it's taken forever."
 
I smiled wider.  "I was a fool."
 
"No, never that, Scully.  But as of early Friday evening, I was
wondering if you were ever going to speak to me again and by Tuesday you
were my wife." He ran a hand over his face and shook his head as if to
shake the pieces together in his brain.  "I'm a little overwhelmed
too."
 
"Last night, Mulder ..."
 
"What?  Are you all right?"
 
"Yeah.  I just wanted to thank you."
 
"Thank me?  For what, for heaven's sake?  Making love to my wife and
having a mind-blowing orgasm?  Gee, what a chore!" he teased.
 
I couldn't help but smile.  "I meant for being so gentle and caring.
 For not rushing me, for letting me have control."  I paused, feeling
a blush creep up my face again and cursing silently about my Irish skin.
 I forced myself to look up at him.  "It was wonderful, Mulder.  I
never knew pleasure like that existed.  I mean, I'd heard, but I guess
I didn't really believe it."
 
He smiled.  "No reason why you should.  You had no frame of
reference."
 
"I suppose.  I still feel pretty silly though."
 
"Don't feel silly.  If I didn't know it was your first time, I
wouldn't have known it was your first time ... if you know what I
mean."  He chuckled at his confusing statement.
 
"You wouldn't?  You're not just saying that?"
 
"No, it was wonderful, Scully.  You were ... and are ... so beautiful.
 We started slow and I liked that, but then you were riding me like
there was no tomorrow.  I loved watching you feel that pleasure for the
first time.  Knowing I was causing it ... I felt like a god.  It was ...
there are no words."
 
"I pleased you?"
 
He shook his head in amusement now.  "Beyond words," he whispered
and leaned in to kiss me again.
 
I wouldn't open my mouth and he pulled back and peered at me. 
"What's the matter?"
 
"Morning breath," I mumbled.
 
He laughed then.  "O.K., fussy, let's go take a shower and brush our
teeth."
 
"Then what?"
 
"Then we rustle up some breakfast."
 
"Then?"
 
"We make some phone calls.  I think we should do that, huh?"
 
"Yeah, I guess so."
 
"You don't sound so enthusiastic."
 
"Oh, it's not that.  I'm not worried about my mom."
 
"But you are worried about your brother," he stated.
 
I nodded.  "I think I'll let my mom tell him.  He'll only scream
at her so much.  And maybe she can talk to him a bit before you two
actually have to be in the same room together."
 
"It's your family, Scully.  I'll play it anyway you want.  But I
meant what I said when I told you that I'm perfectly willing to have a
real wedding with all the trappings.  I know your mom would want that
for you.  Besides, you deserve that.  Running into City Hall at the last
moment wasn't one of my more romantic moves."
 
I smiled.  "I thought it was very romantic.  I was flattered that you
wanted to do it so quick, like you just couldn't wait."
 
"I couldn't.  I was afraid if I gave you too much time to think
about it, you'd change your mind."
 
"Never, Mulder.  I love you."
 
"I love you too.  I don't want you to think that I wanted to get
married just to ... you know."
 
"Have sex?" I asked, enjoying that I could tease him.
 
He nodded, his grin fading.  He cupped my face and stared into my eyes. 
"I married you because I'm madly in love with you."
 
"I know," I whispered, seeing the truth in his eyes as they swirled
with gold flecks.
 
"Let's hit that shower," he suggested.
 
XXXXXXXXXX
 
After we ate breakfast, I told Scully call her mother first. We both
thought she should be the first to know.  Her knuckles were white on the
receiver as she waited for her mother to pick up.
 
I listened to the one side of the conversation.
 
"Hi, Mom.  I just got back last night.  Yeah, I uh, actually have some
news."  
 
She paused, rolling her eyes as she listened to her mother chatter.  I
grinned at her, watching her from my end of the couch.  She was using
the phone that sat on the small end table at the arm of the couch.
 
"Mom, I really have something to tell you.  And I don't want you to
be upset that I didn't tell you before I did it."
 
She paused again.
 
"No, no!  I'm fine, nothing's wrong.  Actually, something's
very, very good."  She glanced at me and I noted the hint of a blush
creeping up her neck and wondered what part of the last four days she
was remembering.
 
She took a deep breath and finally said, "Mom, I got married last
night."
 
I could hear Mrs. Scully's, 'WHAT?' from where I sat three feet
away.
 
She must have asked to whom, because Scully's next words were, "Whom
do you think?  The only man in my life for the last eight years."
 
She broke into a grin.  I surmised her mother must have guessed
correctly.  Not that it was big stretch.  I wondered if her mother knew
that she was still a virgin.  
 
Correction, she WAS a virgin.  Damn me.  I'd been Scully's first. 
It was unbelievable to know that I'd been the first and only man to
make love to her.  No one else had ever been inside.  She was MINE.  And
to think I'd been jealous of those men in her past, thinking they'd
had something I would never have.  I wish I had known.
 
I smiled as I watched the expression on Scully's face soften.  "We
plan on having a real wedding, Mom."  She paused and blushed
furiously.  "Uh, my wedding night was ... wonderful, out of this
world."
 
I chuckled, enjoying seeing Scully looking so innocent and joyful, but
shy telling her mother these things.  "We'll talk more later, Mom,
but I wanted to ask a big favor of you."
 
I bit my lip knowing what the favor was.
 
"Can you tell Bill?  I just ... I don't know.  I'm not up to
facing his belligerence right now and he might take it better coming
from you."  She paused.  "Yeah, maybe you can soften him up a
bit."
 
Scully chuckled and then said, "Thanks, Mom.  Your support means a lot
to me.  We'll get together soon and start planning.  Love you too,
Mom.  Bye."
 
She hung up and turned to look at me.  "Well that went well, I
think."
 
"She wasn't mortified that you were married in City Hall?"
 
"I didn't even have to tell her.  Judging by the speed of the event,
she guessed."
 
I slid down the couch and pulled her up next to me.  "So who shall we
call next?  The Lone Gunmen or Skinner."//question mark//
 
She groaned.  "Oh God, what are we going to tell Skinner?"
 
"The truth?"
 
"Do you think they'll split us up?"
 
"Who the heck else would want our jobs?  No, I don't think so."
 
"But what if ...?"
 
I put my fingers to her lips.  "We'll cross that bridge IF we come
to it.  I'll fight it tooth and nail, but I honestly don't think
there is anything they can do.  The deed is done and there's no rule
against husbands and wives working together, unless it interferes with
their work.  Then they have grounds to split people up, but that won't
be the case with us."
 
"Are you sure?"
 
"We did all right this weekend didn't we?"
 
"Yeah."
 
"Scully, look.  I've been in love with you for years.  It hasn't
stopped us from being an awesome team."
 
"I know that, but we weren't involved then, we weren't ..."
 
"Married?" I supplied helpfully, a tease in my voice.
 
She grinned.  "I mean ..."
 
"Scully, if anything, it will make it better.  I didn't hurt any
less when you were taken away because I wasn't involved with you, or
married to you. I love you and it hurt just the same.  That isn't
going to change.  Only now, I have even less to worry about."
 
"What do you mean?"
 
"I mean that I don't have to worry about you falling in love with
some guy and leaving me for a 9 to 5 job.  I don't have to worry when
I call and don't find you home.  I don't have to lay awake at night
wondering if you are all right, and wondering if I can get away with
calling you one more time before I try to get some sleep."  My voice
trailed off at the end.
 
I saw the moisture gather in her eyes but she didn't let any tears
fall.  Her voice was rough with emotion when she finally spoke.  "You
are the sweetest man I've ever met, you know that?"
 
"You must have me confused with someone else," I deadpanned.
 
She laughed a little and then said, "No I don't.  Don't get me
wrong, you can be a pain in the ass."
 
"Hey!"
 
She continued as if I hadn't interrupted.  "But just when I can't
stand your arrogance anymore, you turn around and do or say something so
sweet, it turns my heart over in my chest."
 
I smiled at her softly and dug my fingers into her hair.  "I love
you."  
 
I was really digging that I could say that now whenever I felt like it.
 
"Mmm, I love you too."
 
I leaned in and kissed her gently.  "Do you want to tell Skinner in
person or call him?"
 
"I guess we should call the Gunmen first, and then call and ask
Skinner if he's got some time to see us today.  We really should tell
him in person."
 
"Yeah, probably."
 
"Does that make you nervous?"
 
"Oddly, no.  You're mine now, Scully.  And I'm proud of that and
I'm so happy I could do cartwheels.  Personally, I don't give a damn
if anyone else likes it or not!"
 
She smiled again and then lifted the receiver, handing it to me. 
"Here, call the Gunmen and get it over with," she said, suppressing
her amusement.
 
XXXXXXXXXX
 
The Gunmen went nuts.  I could hear their hooting and hollering as
Mulder pulled the phone away from his head to save his hearing.  We
called Skinner and he said he could see us at 2:00 PM.  We decided to go
fetch some lunch at a little diner on the way to the work.
 
Despite Mulder's confidence, I was nervous about telling Skinner.  We
had dressed casually in jeans and sweaters, this not being an official
visit.
 
As Kimberly announced and then ushered us into Skinner's office, I saw
his eyebrow rise at our attire.  He had given us the week off, but I
guess he must have assumed we were returning to work anyway.
 
"Agents," he muttered as we entered and took our customary seats.
 
"Sir," we both said at the same time and then flashed a quick smile
at one another.  Occasionally, we said things at the same time or
finished each other's sentences.  It always threw me a little when we
did it, but I liked it at the same time.  It freaked other people out
some though.
 
"What can I do for you, Agents?  This obviously isn't about work. 
Or is it?"
 
Mulder jumped in, "No, Sir.  It's personal."
 
"Is there a problem?"
 
Mulder smiled.  "No, just the opposite.  We have some news and we
wanted to tell you in person."
 
Skinner sat back in his chair frowning, obviously wondering what this
was all about.
 
Mulder looked at me and nodded his head toward my hand, indicating that
I should show Skinner my hand.
 
"Well?" Skinner asked.
 
I raised my hand up, palm to my face so that my wedding and engagement
rings showed.  His jaw dropped and he sat forward abruptly in his chair.
 
"We got married yesterday, Sir," I announced quietly.
 
The corners of his mouth twitched.  "Well, I'll be damned," he
muttered.
 
Mulder smiled and so did I.  "We hope that won't be a problem with
you or the Bureau," I added.
 
Mulder jumped in again.  "Frankly, I don't give a damn."
 
Skinner smiled widely now and looked first at Mulder, then at me again
as I pulled my hand back into my lap.  "No, Mulder, I don't imagine
you would.  Neither would I."
 
Mulder smiled.  I asked, "What's that supposed to mean?"
 
Skinner grinned, probably one of the first times I'd ever seen him
smile so genuinely.  He was really pleased and I felt a weight that I
didn't know was there lift off my shoulders.  "I mean, Agent Scully,
that if I were Agent Mulder and I was lucky enough to snag a beautiful,
intelligent woman like you, I wouldn't give a damn if my work liked it
or not either."
 
Now my jaw dropped and I felt a blush creep up my neck.  "Thank you,
Sir," I said, my embarrassment obvious.  I'd never known he thought
I was beautiful and intelligent.  I could swallow intelligent, but not
beautiful.  Guess I wasn't as good at reading people as I had thought.
 
Both men chuckled at my surprised reaction.  I snuck a glance at Mulder
and he winked at me.
 
"Does your family know?" he asked me.
 
"My mother does.  She's going to tell my brother."
 
"Don't envy her there.  Your brother is formidable man."
 
"My mother can handle him," I quipped.
 
"I'll bet she can," he replied.  "Well, I guess congratulations
are in order."
 
"Thank you, Sir," we both said at the same time and grinned at each
other again.
 
He chuckled and shook his head as if amazed.  "I didn't think you
two would ever pull your heads out of the sand."
 
"Excuse me?" I asked, not sure whether to be offended or not.
 
Mulder just smiled that secretive smile again.  "I was beginning to
wonder myself," he added.
 
I looked from him to Skinner and back again.  Skinner answered, "Agent
Scully, don't look so surprised.  Everyone and their mother has known
for years that Agent Mulder was in love with you."
 
"They did?" I squeaked.
 
He nodded.  "Everyone but you, apparently.  I wasn't so sure about
you for a while, but as time went on, I was sure you loved him too."
 
I swallowed heavily and examined my lap, not sure what to say.  Finally,
I said, "I didn't expect this type of reaction."
 
"A good one?" he clarified.
 
I nodded.
 
"I'm very happy for you.  It's nice to have you two come in here
with good news for a change."  
 
We both smiled and stood up.  Mulder said, "Well, I'm glad we have
your blessing.  I wasn't one hundred percent sure."
 
"There's no policy against husbands and wives working together."
 
"That's what I told her," Mulder said.
 
Skinner grinned. "What?  Did you look it up?"
 
Mulder replied, "No, but I read the regulations from cover to cover
when I started with the Bureau."
 
"That was nearly 12 years ago!"
 
Mulder grinned and tapped his temple.  We all chuckled and Mulder
reached out and took my hand.
 
"We'll see you Monday, Sir."
 
"Are you going on a honeymoon?  Do you need more time off?"
 
"Not yet," Mulder said.  "We plan on having a real wedding for her
family and our friends.  We'll go then, maybe."
 
"Just let me know."
 
"We'll do that," I said.  "Thanks again, Sir."
 
"No problem.  Congratulations."
 
We made our way out of the office and I dropped Mulder's hand as we
entered the hallway.  He got a devilish look in his eye and snatched up
my hand again and laced our fingers together.
 
"Mulder!  We don't need to flaunt it."
 
"Why not?  Everybody thinks we've been going at it for years."
 
"They do not!" I exclaimed.
 
He laughed, nodding his head in the affirmative.  "Yeah, they do. 
There's been a bet going between the agents and secretaries for a long
time.  Are they or aren't they hitting the sheets?"
 
"No way!"
 
"Yes, way!" he teased.  "I've had agents come up to me and ask
me to settle the bet, to tell them if it was true or not, asking me if
we were an item."
 
My mouth was hanging open and he swooped down and kissed me hard and
quick.  "Mulder, geez!  You never set them straight!?"
 
"Now why would I do that?  If those men thought you were with me, they
wouldn't go after you.  I didn't want them to.  It worked for me,
... so I ... let them believe it.  I would just smile and let them keep
wondering.  If I had to say something, I'd tell them it was for me to
know and them to find out."
 
"You are truly a delinquent, you know that?"  I couldn't be mad at
him.  As much as I hated the rumor mill, he'd done it because he
wanted us to be together.  It was comforting to know that he had wanted
me for a long time.  It wasn't a new thing that popped up when he
found out my secret.  Otherwise, I would always wonder if he had just
seen me as a challenge.  But I knew that wasn't true.  He said he'd
fallen for me way back when I was abducted.  That was a long, long time
ago.
 
He grinned and bent his head so that our noses were millimeters apart. 
"You're my wife, Scully and I want everyone to know it.  I want
every skirt sniffing male agent in this building to know that you're
now off limits.  I'm going to hold your hand and I'm going walk down
that hall ... all the way to the elevator."
 
He was teasing but I could hear the determination in his voice.  He
meant it.  He was staking his territory, laying claim to me in public
and he was also asking if I would go along with it.
 
I hesitated for a second or two but then all at once realized we
didn't need to flaunt it but it might be fun to.  I hadn't done
anything like that in a long time.  I couldn't remember a time when
I'd relaxed and cut loose in the Hoover Building.  There was an
illicit thrill to it all because no one would expect it.  
 
A smile slowly spread across my face.  Then I nodded sharply.  "Lead
on, MacDuff."
 
He laughed and set out down the hall, not looking left or right, but
continually glancing at me and smiling like we were sharing some huge
secret.  I saw people out of the corner of my eye do double takes and I
felt heat rush up my neck but it didn't reach my face.  I just kept my
eyes forward or on Mulder until we reached the elevator.  I could hear
the murmurs spreading like a wave in our wake.  
 
I looked at Mulder as we stopped in front of the elevator doors.  He
bent down, putting his mouth near my ear in what in public would be
considered a very intimate gesture.  He whispered. "If you thought it
was bad before, we are going to be the talk of the bull pen for weeks
now!  I wonder how many people are going to cash in on their bets?"
 
I couldn't help laughing, which of course, was what he wanted.  It
made us look that much more intimate.  The elevator dinged and the door
slid open.  It was empty and Mulder lead me in, turned around, and
pushed the button for the parking garage.  He looked up and waved
jovially to the agents who were peeking around corners and they all
darted back behind their cubicles.  I started laughing as the elevator
doors shut, enclosing us from the rest of the world as I pulled his hand
down out of the air.
 
"You're bbaadd," I said.
 
He grinned like a fool.  "I'm loving this."
 
"Don't get carried away, Romeo," I teased.
 
He pulled me up to his chest and said, "Why not?"
 
"Mulder, don't push it," I said, trying to sound stern and
failing.  I was enjoying myself, even though I knew I shouldn't, and
it was all a bit juvenile. 
 
He just smiled and said, "Let's go home."
 
"Then what?"
 
He waggled his eyebrows.  "Then I'm going to strip you naked and not
let you out of bed for hours," he said with a perfectly straight face.
 
I shivered and met his gaze.  He wasn't joking anymore.  He was very
serious.  I gulped and said, "I have a lot to learn, Mulder,"
feeling a wave of insecurity.
 
As good as last night had been, I still wondered if I would ever measure
up.  He was my husband now, but still.  Would more world-wise women ever
tempt him?  More sensual women?  
 
He must have detected my change in mood because he said, "Hey, hey,
what's the matter?"
 
"Nothing."
 
"Don't give me that."
 
I shrugged.  "I don't know, I just worry that I won't be able to
..."
 
"To what?"
 
"That I won't be able to please you," I whispered.
 
He smiled. "No worries there, Scully."
 
"How can you say that?  I'm virtually ... I mean, I know the
mechanics.  I've read books, I've watched movies, but still, I just
freeze sometimes."
 
"That was with them.  You're with me now."
 
"And?"
 
"And I'll teach you.  And I'll have the time of my life teaching
you."
 
"It doesn't bother you that I don't know anything?"
 
He laughed then.  "You know more than you think, Scully.  Follow your
instincts.  I'm not grading you for Christ's sake.  I love you.  And
everyone is different anyway.  It takes time to learn each other and
what the other person likes.  I'll have to explore and find all your
sensitive spots and you'll learn mine too."
 
I blushed a little.  "You have sensitive spots, huh?" I teased,
feeling my mood lighten a bit.  He had to be the most understanding
person in the world.  I had to stop thinking that he would react like
the previous men in my life.  He'd already proved that to be false. 
He didn't get angry, he didn't get demanding.  He'd been sweet and
understanding and when the time came, he'd relinquished control to me
instead of trying to force me to do this or that.  He wasn't Daniel
and he wasn't Jack and I needed to stop thinking that his reactions
would be anything like theirs.  But I had a lifetime, literally, of
expectations to overcome. 
 
He led me out of the elevator and into the garage toward our car. 
"I'll have fun letting you find those sensitive spots."
 
"How will I know when I've found one?" I asked, genuinely curious.
 
 
He unlocked the doors and we slid inside the car.  He turned to face me,
locking his gaze with mine.  "You'll know.  Believe me, you'll
know."
 


PART 2 (NC-17)
DANA SCULLY'S APARTMENT
GEORGETOWN, D.C.
WEDNESDAY - 04:30 PM
 
She was so fucking cute when she was nervous.  I must be a jerk because
I was enjoying the hell out of being able to make her blush and watching
her tremble as I touched her.
 
I'd propped pillows under her hips and kissed her from head to toe,
literally.  I'd delighted in her breathy sighs and throaty moans as
her arousal climbed.  She was flushed and beautiful as she lay out
before me, trusting and open, her blue eyes dark with lust.
 
I smiled and climbed between her legs, lowering my head to kiss her
slowly and thoroughly.  She hummed in the back of her throat and then
gasped as my hand wandered between her legs and brushed against the
silky, wet folds that were now dripping wet.  I marveled that she was so
wet.  I guess I shouldn't be surprised, but at the same time, I
couldn't believe that she responded so openly to me, that she held
nothing back.  Her innocence and uninhibited responses were blinding.
 
I knelt between her legs and grasped her waist.  She was so small and I
delighted in feeling so powerful, so male.  She made me feel ten feet
tall.  No woman had ever done that for me before.
 
I slowly slipped inside her, watching her eyelids flutter and her mouth
drop open on a deep breath as I slowly eased my way inside.  Her thighs
were draped over mine, her legs spread wide.  "Oh God, Mulder, feels
so good."
 
I smiled and began to thrust gently, taking one hand and letting my
fingers make wide circles around her clitoris.  I slowly worked my way
closer and closer as I thrust leisurely into her.  She was wet and
steamy inside, her heat unbelievable and the snugness making my head
spin.
 
She began to squirm, her nails lightly raking the sides of my thighs and
making me shiver.  I muttered, "Oh Scully, I want to go faster.  Are
you all right?"
 
"Ye, yesss!" she cried out as I stroked harder.  I began to speed up
and leaned over her, bending at the waist, my thrusts becoming harsher.
 
She cried out again, "Oh Jesus, Mulder!  Yes!"
 
"So beautiful, Scully," I croaked out.  My hands slid down to grasp
her buttocks.  I used my grip on her butt to pull myself deeper inside
her.  
 
I shouted an inarticulate sound as I felt my balls tightening, the back
of thighs tingling, signaling that I didn't have much time left.  
 
Just then she cried out, "Ahhhh, Gooodddd!"  Her back bowed to the
limit beneath me.  My head fell and I sucked her hard nipple into my
mouth and tugged gently.  She screamed and began to fall apart.
 
XXXXXXXXXX
 
Oh. My. God!
 
If sex was going to be this good every time, it might kill me!  Mulder
had quickly shown me that there is a world of sensation and passion in
the world that I had never experienced.  With every new tremor, I
realized how little I really knew.
 
I mean, I KNEW a lot of things, intellectually.  I'm a doctor after
all, but the reality of experiencing them was a completely different
thing.  The immediacy of the sensations was overwhelming sometimes. 
Anywhere he touched turned my skin to fire.  His hands were large,
callused, and hot against my skin.  I felt a fever building in me as he
filled me to the brim over and over again.
 
The feel of his hot, hard, pulsing shaft, pistoning in and out of me was
making me delirious.  I shouted out simply because I could no longer
hold it in.
 
I was seized with a sudden tensing of every muscle in my body.  Vaguely
aware of my surroundings, all I felt was my body bowing up, stretching
toward him with a wanton eagerness that would have embarrassed me were I
in my right mind.
 
I wasn't in my right mind.  I was completely delirious and the sudden
sensation of his wet, hot mouth, tugging on my oversensitive nipple
plunged me into pure sensation as his hands yanked my ass toward him,
burying his rock hard erection into my core.
 
I felt the waves building from a tingle, to a hum and now to a
vibration.  His mouth tugged at my nipple again and the noise in my head
became a roar of sensation as my body spasmed, my back lifting higher,
my heels and the back of my head the only parts of me touching the bed.
 
I could hear my own shouting as if through a tunnel, "Aaahhh, hhhaaa,
ooohhhh Gggoooddd!  Mmuullddeerr!"
 
The sensations blew through me, my womb contracting violently to just
this side of pain.  My head spun with the pleasure and I heard him shout
above me.  "Oh Chhrriisstt, Scully!"
 
As my body trembled with the last of my convulsions, I forced my eyes
open and took in the spectacle of Mulder, mouth open in an expression of
absolute ecstasy.  He pressed deep as he released stream after stream of
hot liquid that flooded inside me.  His eyes popped open in those final
seconds.  The love and devotion I saw shining there blew me away.  He
almost looked like he couldn't believe it was happening.
 
I felt tears sting my eyes as he shouted one last time and collapsed
into the cradle of my thighs, heavy, warm and wonderful.  His arms
snaked around me and he held me close as he buried his nose in my hair
and nuzzled my neck, humming softly in my ear.
 
"Mmm, mmm, mmm," he grunted.
 
I smiled and lifted his head from my shoulder, cupping his cheeks.  I
knew my eyes were moist and he just stared at me, waiting.  "I can't
believe the things you make me feel, Mulder," I finally whispered.
 
He smiled.  "Ditto."
 
I grinned.  "You don't have to humor me," I replied.
 
He smiled wider.  "I'm not."
 
I gave him my most skeptical look.
 
His fingers came up to trace my lips. "What do I have to do to
convince you that you are the most beautiful and the sexiest woman I
have ever met?"
 
I smiled now.  "I don't know.  This works pretty well," I teased.
 
He laughed and gave me an Eskimo kiss, his nose bumping mine. 
"You're incredible.  And you make me feel like the King of the
World, Scully.  Nobody has ever made me feel like such a ... he-man."
 
It was my turn to laugh.  "Ah, so that's it.  I feed your ego."
 
"Yes, you do."
 
"And how do I manage that?"
 
His expression softened and then his fingers ran over my collarbone,
feather light.  My skin tingled and I gasped.  His right hand trailed
down between my breasts and then cupped my left one, squeezing gently. 
I moaned softly, feeling arousal zip through me.  What the hell?  I'd
just come like a freight train not minutes before. 
 
When his mouth dropped and suckled me, my eyes slammed shut and I
groaned, pushing my breast into his mouth.  He lifted his head and I
opened my eyes.  He was still watching me intently.  "Every time you
gasp when I touch you, every time you moan, or give that low, throaty,
groan of pleasure ... God, Scully.  To see you react to my every touch
like it's the best thing you've ever felt ..."
 
"It is," I stated simply.
 
His eyes pooled with moisture and he pressed his lips tightly together. 
"Well ... that makes me feel like ... I don't know, really tall,
really ... male."
 
"I'm glad."
 
"You think it's a bad thing that you don't know how to react to
the feelings?" he began.
 
"Yeah, I do.  I feel stupid sometimes."
 
"No!  See that's just it.  You have no preconceived idea of how
you're 'supposed' to act.  So you act completely natural, no
inhibitions, you hold nothing back.  It's total honesty and that is so
sexy, Scully.  I can't even tell you how sexy that is.  It drives me
right over the edge."
 
"You're doing most of the driving, pal."
 
He barked out a laugh and then grinned.  "You like that, do you?"
 
I nodded.  "So what you're saying is I make you feel like a big
ssttuudd," I teased.
 
He threw his head back and laughed heartily this time.  He suppressed
his chortles and caught my eyes again.  "Yeah, that's exactly what
I'm saying."
 
"And you expect me to believe no one has ever made you feel that way
before?"
 
He shook his head.  "No, I was too needy in those relationships."
 
I frowned.  "You don't need me?"
 
He smiled softly.  "Of course I need you, Scully.  Only like I need
air," he said facetiously.
 
"What do you mean then?"
 
"There's a difference between needing someone and being needy.  When
you're needy, you go into relationships for the wrong reasons."
 
"Like what?"
 
"To cure the loneliness, to try and find your self-esteem.  You want
them to make you feel good about yourself and no one can really do that
but you.  You make them responsible for your happiness and that's not
fair to anyone.  That's one of the reasons I held back from
approaching you for so long.  I needed to find myself.  I needed to
learn to like myself before I could risk foisting myself off on someone
else."
 
"Foisting?" I asked, my tone amused.
 
He smiled.  "I had a lot of baggage, Scully."
 
"And you don't now?"
 
He clucked his tongue.  "Yeah, but not like I did years ago.  I've
put a lot of it behind me.  You believing in me helped a lot.  I came to
realize that I was obsessed, but I wasn't crazy.  If you could see
good in me, then I must not be all bad."
 
"You were never all bad, Mulder.  For goodness sake, you're one of
the most honest, noble people I've ever met.  And you challenge me and
make me want to do better, broaden my horizons."
 
He leered at me, waggling his eyebrows.  "Have I broadened your
horizons, Scully?"
 
I giggled.  "Oh yeah, you broadened me all right."
 
We both laughed and he rolled off of me and I snuggled into his side. 
After a few moments of silence, he said, "I need you because I love
you, Scully.  You are a part of me.  I didn't want to be desperate
when you came to me."
 
"You knew I'd come to you?"
 
"No, I said that wrong.  I guess I hoped you might someday, but I
never really believed that you looked at me that way."
 
I raised up on my elbow and peered down into his face.  "You've have
GOT to be kidding me."
 
He smiled.  "You were so ... together.  So solid in your beliefs and
so ... stable.  I couldn't imagine that you would find me
attractive."
 
"You're not talking physically."
 
"No, although I know I'm nothing special there either."
 
Now I nearly howled, "Oh, give me a break!"
 
He looked at me, obviously amused.  "What?"
 
"Mulder, you are drop dead sexy.  Don't tell me you don't know
it!"
 
His brow scrunched and his lips twitched at my outburst.  "I'm glad
you think so."
 
"Mulder, I am going to be the envy of every woman from now on that
looks at you and then realizes you are off the market."
 
He smiled.  "I think you're overestimating my charm."
 
"No, I'm not.  I've spent years being tortured as I watched woman
give you the eye, flirt with you.  Knowing they would go to bed with you
if you so much as twitched your finger at them."
 
"Where on earth do you get these ideas?" he asked with a perfectly
straight face.
 
"You are a piece of work, Mulder."
 
"That, I know."
 
I chuckled.  "Mulder, women drool over you all the time.  That was
part of what made me feel so ... inadequate.  What the hell would you
want with me I thought, when you could nod your head at practically any
woman and she would drop her clothes and tumble into bed with you?"
 
He shook his head, again amused, I could tell.  "Well, I know you're
wrong.  I think you were just paranoid because you secretly loved me so
you saw things through a skewed looking glass."
 
"I can see I'm not going to win this argument."
 
"Does it need winning?"
 
"I guess not.  I'm just glad you're mine now.  And I can give you
what all those other women can.  That was the last thing they had that
could take you away from me."
 
"They never had anything that could take me away from you, Scully." 
He said this with a serious face.  He was dead serious.
 
"Mulder," I whispered.
 
"I love you, Scully.  I've loved your for so long, I can't even
remember what life was like before you came along, before I had you to
love.  I've been infatuated with you for years.  And I'm totally
overwhelmed that you're now my wife.  I still can't believe it."
 
"Me neither, but it's true."
 
"Yes, it is."  He paused.  "C'mere, little wifey," he teased.
 
I made a face. "Don't push it, Mulder.  Just cause I'm getting
some, doesn't mean I'm going to be a pussy cat, you know?"
 
"No?  Damn," he muttered, snapping his fingers.  
 
I chuckled.  He suddenly pushed me down onto my back and straddled me on
all fours.  "You don't want to be my pussy cat?" he teased.
 
"Mulder ..." I warned, trying to be serious but knowing I was
failing miserably.  I never knew intimacy could be this much fun.  I was
so relaxed with Mulder.  I'd never had that luxury with anyone else. 
I'd always been tense and nervous.  Now that I was partaking in
activities I'd never done before, you would think my nervousness would
be worse.  It wasn't, despite my twinges of insecurity.  I trusted
Mulder and I knew he wouldn't hurt me.  I knew we would never be a
conventional couple.  Our careers were too weird.  
 
However, I was determined to be a good wife to him, especially in the
intimacy department.  I was determined to pay attention and learn from
him.  I didn't want to disappoint him.  He would say that I was being
silly, but I still had that niggling fear that I wouldn't measure up
in the sensuality department.  I'd heard too many husbands complain
about old, tired sex with their wives, or no sex at all.
 
His hand snaked down to brush between my legs.  I moaned, feeling a
little sore, but that didn't stop the immediate tingle that raced
through my womb.  His finger slipped inside my moist tunnel and I gasped
again.  He murmured, "I like your pussy."
 
"Mulder!" I cried, blushing at his crude words.
 
He smiled.  I could tell he was having way too much fun shocking me with
his words.  "What Scully?  Don't like that word?"
 
"I don't know!  I just ... geez!"
 
He chuckled.  "I'm going to make you purr," he declared in a low,
rough voice.
 
"You already did," I said, sounding breathy to my own ears.
 
"Again.  I've got to see you fall apart again."  He paused. 
"And I found a new sensitive spot."
 
"Where?" I asked, already losing the ability to talk as he pumped
his finger gently in and out of me, causing my wetness to flow.
 
"Here," he said quietly as his other hand laid on my stomach and he
lightly scratched my hipbone.  
 
I moaned loudly, almost embarrassed at my instantaneous reaction.  He
chuckled and I felt a blush rise up my chest.  
 
"Oh yeah," he whispered.  "And here," he said.  His hand slid up
my stomach and his thumb brushed the crease under my breast. 
 
I grunted softly and pushed my breasts forward, automatically seeking
more contact.
 
He hummed in the back of his throat.  "And here," he said, his
fingernail scratching lightly just at the bottom of my puckered areola.
 
I moaned and we both watched as my nipple popped up like magic, becoming
hard and tight.  "Hmmm," he hummed again.
 
His thumb joined the action below and he circled my clit as he continued
to pump his finger inside me.  "Oh ... fffuuuccckkk!" I shouted,
feeling my eyes roll back in my head as my tunnel spasmed and then
flowed with warm wetness.
 
His hands were suddenly gone and I groaned.  "Roll over," he
commanded.
 
I stiffened at the gruffness of his voice as just the ragged sound of it
sent a dart of awareness and pleasure through me.  I could see he was
almost completely erect again as I glanced at him before rolling over
onto my stomach. 
 
His hands reached immediately for my ass and kneaded gently.  He pulled
my hips up off the mattress, his thumbs spreading my ass cheeks. 
 
I yelped as his tongue seared the skin in the crack of my ass and he
wiggled down to my tender back opening.  His tongue swirled gently and I
tensed and then groaned as a wash of pleasure waved through me.  "Oh
Jesus!"
 
"O.K.?" he asked, "Or too much?"
 
"It's O.K., I just didn't expect it."
 
"Do you want me to tell you what I'm going to do?" he asked
gently.
 
"I don't know.  No, it's all right ... well, maybe," I
stuttered.
 
He chuckled again.  "Relax, Scully.  You know I won't hurt you."
 
I took a deep breath and sighed, "I know, Mulder."
 
"Maybe I should tell you what I'm going to do until we get to know
ourselves and each other a little better."
 
"Yeah, please."
 
"I'm going to finish that rim job now, Scully," he said in a very
business like manner.
 
I giggled and then gasped as he went back to work, poking at my entrance
and igniting my nerve endings.  He stiffened his tongue and pushed
gently, not really entering but stretching the muscle.
 
I groaned as he slid his tongue down and slurped up my wetness which was
now embarrassing in quantity. He murmured, "I'm going to kiss your
back."
 
He proceeded to do just that, kissing, nipping, and smoothing with his
tongue as he made his way up both sides of my spine, not neglecting a
single inch.  By the time he reached my neck I was squirming beneath
him.
 
He nuzzled my neck and then sucked on my skin below my ear.  I shuddered
and felt his lips smile against my skin.  His hands pressed under me and
cupped my breasts as his now rock hard erection brushed the crease
between my ass cheeks.  I could feel his precum leaking out into the
crack of my ass.  "I love to feel your hard nipples in the palm of my
hand," he whispered.
 
"Oh God, Mulder, I can't stand it."
 
"Mmm, tell me what you want."
 
"I want ... I want to do it again."
 
"Do IT?" he asked.
 
"You know."
 
"Tell me, Scully. Say it."
 
"You want me to talk dirty?" I asked, I fizzle of alarm snaking
through me.  I didn't know if I could do that.  I had surprised myself
earlier when the F word slipped out.
 
"You don't have to, just tell me what you want."
 
"Make love to me, Mulder."
 
"How?"
 
"Any way, I don't care."
 
"Oh, don't worry, I will.  How about just like this?"
 
"From behind?" I squeaked.
 
His hands brushed my hair away from my face as it rested sideways on the
pillow.  He kissed my cheek and said, "Is that O.K.?"
 
I remembered my vow to myself that I was going to learn.  It just seemed
so kinky to do it from behind, like dogs.  The thought no sooner went
through my head when he said, "They call it doggy-style."
 
"I know that!" I exclaimed.  
 
"I think you'll like it, Scully.  I can penetrate really deeply this
way."
 
"Yes!" I sighed out before I could lose my nerve.
 
"Get up on all fours, it's easier like that to start."
 
I pushed clumsily to my hands and knees and felt him scuffle up behind
me.  His hands raked up and down my back in soothing strokes.  He
whispered, "Relax, baby.  You're ready for me."
 
His fingers trailed through my wetness and I knew that he was right.  I
was so ready it was ridiculous!
 
"Ready?" he asked.
 
I nodded vigorously.  Then I felt the head of shaft against my wetness
and tensed.  His thumbs brushed my ass cheeks and he murmured, "Relax,
Scully."
 
I took a deep breath and as I let it out he pushed forward gently and
popped his head inside.  I moaned softly.  How could it feel this good? 
He was barely inside.
 
He began to tease me, poking his head in and out, in and out until I
groaned and begged, "Please! Mulder!"
 
He chuckled and I realized he'd done it to relax, tease and excite me.
 He pressed slowly inside and I could feel every delicious inch of him
descend into my body. 
 
My voice was quivering, "Ohohohohohohohoh, Mulder, oh yeah!"
 
In no time his warm thighs were pressed against mine and he ground his
groin into my ass.  I moaned again.  Seemed I did a lot of that.  He
whispered, "I love to hear you moan like that."
 
Was the man reading my mind? I wondered.  He was right.  He was in so
deep and it felt fantastic.  I could feel my muscles protest a bit.  I
was still sore from last night and this afternoon's earlier
activities.  I decided to tell him since I knew that if he hurt me he
would be appalled.
 
"Mulder, I'm a little sore, so go easy, O.K.?"
 
He immediately asked, "Does this hurt?"
 
"No, no it doesn't, but I'm a little sore is all."
 
"You tell me immediately if anything hurts, Scully," he said in a
stern voice.
 
"I will, move now."
 
He began thrusting gently and grunted softly, "Oh God, Scully."
 
He kept his strokes long, deep, slow, and gentle.  My arousal built
slowly.  It was different from before.  We had been a little frantic
when we got home from seeing Skinner.  This was nice and easy.  He was
obviously taking me to heart and making sure he didn't hurt me.  That
was O.K.  It felt fabulous.  I relaxed under his tenderness and let the
sensations flow through me.
 
He leaned over me and I loved feeling the heat of him on my back.  One
arm supported his weight, the other played with my breast. 
 
I took my own weight on one arm and reached between my legs, pressing my
hand to our joining and feeling him sliding in and out.  This was Mulder
inside me, Mulder making me feel all these wonderful sensations.  Oh
God, the pleasure was beyond anything I'd ever known.  I muttered,
"Jesus, this is Mulder."
 
I felt him chuckle against my back even though I didn't hear any
sound, other than the roar of blood in my ears.  I knew instinctively
from my reading that we had only scratched the surface of what we could
try together.  That thought cranked my arousal higher and I began to
push back against him, increasing the harshness of his entries. 
"Feels so good, Mulder!"
 
He panted behind me.  "Harder?"
 
"Yes!"
 
"You sure?"
 
"Yes!"
 
He sped up slightly and began thrusting harder.  My whole body began to
tingle and I knew an orgasm was fast approaching.  I couldn't believe
how easily he got me off.  I'd never been good at doing myself,
probably because I hesitated to do so many things.
 
Suddenly, he said, "I'm going to touch your ass, Scully."
 
"What?"
 
That was all I got out before I felt his wet thumb against my back
entrance, pressing gently, not entering but swirling in a circular
pattern as he applied pressure.
 
I shouted as dart after dart of pleasure ripped through me with every
gentle push on my anus. My insides clamped down on his hardness and then
began to flutter spastically.
 
He shouted, "So good, Scully!  Oh God, you feel so damn incredible!"
 
"Harder!" I shouted, no longer feeling any discomfort or soreness,
just the waves of sensation as filled me again and again.
 
He shouted, "Oh yeah!  So damn good, Baby!"
 
I felt a rush of pride knowing I was making him feel good.  
He began to empty into me in strong, slow pulses as my own orgasm wound
down to little tremors.  I sank slowly to the bed onto my stomach and he
followed me down, staying inside me.  He laid his head on my shoulder
and kissed me gently, turning his head to my skin. He licked playfully
and I shivered.
 
He said, "That was incredible, Scully."
 
"Yeah, it was."
 
"Did it bother you when I touched you back there?"
 
"No!"
 
"Are you sure?  Because I want you to tell me."  He pulled out of me
slowly and we both grunted and he rolled to the side, getting a look at
my face.
 
"It was fine, Mulder."
 
He smiled.  "I'm serious though.  If you are uncomfortable with
anything I do, you need to tell me right away."
 
"I will, but so far, I've loved it all." I paused.  "I want to
learn, Mulder.  I want to be ... good to you."
 
"You are good to me."
 
"I mean, I want to be good ... in bed," my voice trailed off. 
 
He gathered me into his arms and kissed me quickly.  "Oh Scully. 
You're priceless.  You are everything I ever dreamed of and more so
stop worrying about that."


PART 3 (NC-17)
DANA SCULLY'S APARTMENT
GEORGETOWN, D.C.
WEDNESDAY - 6:30 PM
 
I was everything he'd ever dreamed of?  I doubted it, but I wasn't
going to argue at this point.  The point was I couldn't stop thinking
about my lack of experience.  Knowledge was one thing but experience was
another.  The only thing I was confident about were my oral skills.
 
"I can't help it."
 
"I mean it.  You have made me the happiest man in the world.  You
don't need to be a porn queen to please me.  I'm a man with a dick
that has been celibate for five years.  I'm not that hard to please. 
Trust me.  If you'd said all you could do was cuddle and give me oral
sex for the rest of your life, I would have been happy."
 
"You would not have!" 
 
He looked at me. "Yeah, I would have," he said solemnly.
 
"You're serious?"
 
"Scully, you obviously have no idea what it means to me to be with you
this way.  I'm deliriously happy, Scully.  I know I don't deserve
you ... but I love you so damned much it hurts sometimes."
 
I blinked rapidly as I felt the damnable tears threaten again.  I
whispered, "I love you so much, Mulder.  I just want to ... be what
you need."
 
"You already are everything I need, Scully, and more.  So stop
worrying."
 
We were silent a few moments and then I said, "But I still want to
learn."
 
He grinned.  "I'll teach you anything you want to know.  Is there
something in particular that you wonder about?"
 
"A few things."
 
"Like what?"
 
"I'd like to try it ..."
 
"What?"
 
"In the shower," I mumbled, turning my face into the pillow.
 
He chuckled and extricated my chin from the pillow, kissing my nose. 
"We can do that.  What else?"
 
I blushed profusely.  "Oh God, why am I like this?"
 
He chuckled again.  "I think it's adorable."
 
"I don't want to be adorable," I pouted.
 
He laughed harder now.  "Well, too bad.  You are ... adorable and
sexy.  Now what else do you want to try?"
 
I peered up at him.  "Sitting up ... with me in your lap."
 
He smiled.  "I like that idea.  We can do that, that's easy."  
 
I nodded and swallowed.  
 
"What else?" he coaxed.
 
"I don't know, I've wondered about so many things."
 
"Like what?"
 
I turned my face away again.  "I ... I don't know."
 
"Yes you do.  Tell me."
 
We were silent a moment.  He didn't push, just waited patiently. 
Could I tell him?  Could I admit to my fascination without sounding like
a total wanton, like a ... slut?  Had he ever done it?  "Oh God, I
can't tell you right now."
 
He nodded and leaned over to kiss me gently.  "Don't worry about it.
 You tell me when you're ready, all right?"
 
I nodded.
 
"Scully, just so you know.  You don't need to be embarrassed.  I
have an aversion to bodily waste products, but other than that ..."
 
I crinkled my nose and muttered, "Yuck!"
 
He continued, "As far as sex goes there's virtually nothing I
won't give you."
 
I shuddered at the utter sincerity in his voice and his eyes. 
 
"I've had this perverse fascination with something forever."
 
He raised his eyebrows, waiting.
 
"I caught Missy once, watching a porno flick when my folks were out of
town."
 
He smiled now, biting his lower lip.  God, I was such a nerd!  I knew
he'd watched porno for years.  
 
He coaxed me.  "And you saw something you liked?"
 
I nodded.  "I don't know if I liked it exactly.  I'd never even
thought about it before that, even in passing.  It was ... shocking, but
..."
 
"But?"
 
"But it was taboo and exciting at the same time."
 
"What were they doing, Scully?" he asked quietly.
 
I closed my eyes remembering the scene that had been etched behind my
eyelids for nearly two decades now.  I shivered involuntarily and
Mulder's hand cupped my cheek.  "Wow," he murmured.  "Whatever
it was, it got your motor running, didn't it?  What was it, Scully?"
 
I blushed again, took a deep breath and blurted it out.  "Anal sex!"
 
I slammed my eyes shut and heard him gasp.  I tried to roll away,
suddenly mortified that I'd even said it.  His finger had felt good
there but he hadn't even gone inside.   Jesus, what was I thinking? I
wondered, as I felt panic begin to take a hold of me.  Deep breaths, I
repeated to myself.  I needed to take deep breaths.  Don't panic.
 
Mulder took my shoulders and rolled me back onto my back.  His body
rolled toward me to partially cover me and pin me to the bed.  I could
feel his partial erection against my hip.  Was he was getting hard again
already because of what I had said? I wondered.
 
He brought his face down to mine.  I could sense him there, his fingers
lacing through mine and pinning my hands at the side of my head.
 
Was he going to think it was disgusting?  Was he going to think I was
perverted?  I just didn't know.  The worst would be if he laughed at
me.
 
"Scully, open your eyes," he said quietly but firmly.
 
I sucked in air through my nose and opened my eyes, immediately looking
down at his chin.  His fingers coaxed my face up to meet mine, his nose
a mere inch from mine.  His face was calm and composed.  He didn't
look shocked or disgusted.
 
He said softly, "Scully, you don't need to be embarrassed."
 
"I ..." I began.
 
His fingers came down on my lips. "Shhh.  Anal sex is a very ...
intense experience."
 
"You've done it?" I squeaked.  Did I really want to know? I
wondered.
 
"Yes, a long time ago."
 
I just stared at him.  I licked my lips and his eyes followed the
movement.  "Was it ... what was it like?"
 
He bit his lip again and my eyes were drawn to it's swollen plumpness.
 He smiled.  "It was incredible.  Everything is ... magnified."
 
I swallowed harshly.  "I don't think I could ..."
 
"The thing is that it's something that a couple has to work up to,
Scully.  You have to be very, very relaxed and very, very aroused.  I
don't think ... we're there yet, at that point yet.  We will be, but
we're just learning each other right now."
 
I frowned.  "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ..."
 
"Shhh," he said again.  "Nothing to be sorry for.  I touched you
there tonight."
 
"I know."
 
"And you liked it?"
 
"Yesss," I hissed, feeling a blush creep up my neck again.  I was
embarrassed by how much I'd liked it.
 
He smiled gently.  "Good.  Anal sex is something that we can do, but I
don't think it's a good idea right now.  I would like to introduce
you to a lot of other things first and work our way up to that."  He
paused.  "Is that all right?"
 
I nodded, not knowing what to say.  
 
"Are you disappointed?" he asked.
 
"No! I don't even know if I could do it.  Maybe I'll always be too
afraid.  I just ... that picture has stayed with me all these years and
fascinated me.  I'm a doctor for Christ's sake.  I know it can be
done safely.  I know that ... area ... is filled with nerve endings. 
The thought of it has always excited me, but it's still a little
frightening to me anyway.  I considered trying that to preserve my
virginity early on but discarded it out of fear."
 
"It's scary now, but once we've explored other things and we relax
about this whole deal, it won't seem scary anymore, just a natural
progression and something else to try.  It will be just another way for
us to make love, Scully."
 
"Thank you for not laughing at me."
 
"I would never laugh about something like that Scully.  I respect you,
and I respect your feelings, whatever they are or whether or not I agree
with them.  I know it's hard for you to talk about these things. 
However, that's what we need to do if we are going to grow
together."
 
"I know."
 
"I want to grow, Scully.  I want sex and intimacy between us to always
be exciting.  I don't want to fall into a rut.  Not that there's
much chance of that at this point!  We're just getting started.  But
you know what I mean."
 
"Yes, I know.  I've heard married people talk about the sex getting
dull."
 
"I don't think that will be a problem for us, Scully."
 
I smiled, feeling the tension drain away as we talked calmly about it. 
"I hope not. I'll try to be ... a good student."  I shrugged.
 
He chuckled.  "You already are, Baby."
 
"You like your pet names, don't you?"
 
He grinned.  "Yes, I do.  And I think it's fantastic that I can call
you pet names."
 
"Just don't do it at work," I scolded sternly.
 
He grinned. "I'll try to control myself," he teased.
 
I swatted him playfully on the shoulder.  "What now, you big stud?"
I teased back.
 
He smiled wide and rolled away from me.  "I think your big stud is all
worn out.  What do you say to a shower and having dinner and then we
curl up on the couch and watch a movie."
 
"Sounds like a plan to me."
 
"Let's go ... HONEY!" he stressed.  He leaped off the bed laughing
as I hurled a pillow in his direction.
 
XXXXXXXXXX
THURSDAY - 7:00 AM
 
She was screaming in agony and lust as I plunged my granite boner into
her little ass.  I'd never been this hard. The warm tightness gripping
around my cock was incredible.  I was losing control as I pummeled deep
inside her ass, hearing her cry out in pain and I couldn't stop!  She
screamed and it sent me over the edge.  


She was in incredible pain but she was coming anyway from the intense
stimulation of my cock, filling her tiny asshole to the absolute limit.
Her little ass clamped my gigantic cock like a vice.  My cock swelled to
an unbelievable size, getting wider and wider, longer and longer with
every plunge.  Her ass was beginning tear as my pulsing cock grew and
grew, her ass cheeks pried apart so wide they were almost laying flat
out to the sides.  
 
My elephant size cock was straining, unmercifully hard, as it filled
with cum.  My balls were heavy and slamming into her wet pussy, having
grown until they hung half way to my knees, bloated stiff with jism
ready to fire up my cock.  Oh fuck!  My cock was almost as wide as her
waist now and hard as a baseball bat.  
 
I reamed her rear tunnel, feeling her organs and bowels give way as my
cock threatened to tear her to pieces. I roared as I erupted inside her
tight tunnel, filling her full of cum from an endless orgasm.  It was
just going on and on. I was filling her so full, my enormous cock so big
it plugged her shut, not allowing anything to escape.  My hands slid
down under her hips, cupping her abdomen, feeling it start to swell as I
continued to pump what must now be gallon of come deep inside her
bowels.  She was still screaming ... blood curdling screams as I saw her
sphincter muscle begin to tear and blood surround my cock as it plugged
her entrance.  
 
I could feel my urethra blown open to almost an inch in diameter as I
pumped her full, her belly distended now to look about six months
pregnant. And I was still spurting like a fire hose.  Oh God, I was
going to kill her and I couldn't stop!
 
JESUS CHRIST!
 
I came awake suddenly, my throbbing, fully erect, steel hard cock
humping her low back, my body covered in cold sweat, my heart hammering
against my chest.  I sucked in a deep noisy breath and shook my head to
orient myself, stilling my hips with an effort and easing away from her
warm, tiny body.  The cool air rushed between us and I panted, trying to
be quiet as I wiped a hand over my face.
 
Holy Shit!  Thank God it was a dream.  I realized I was trembling as I
looked at my hand, lying inert on the bedspread but visibly trembling. 
My cock was solid as a bone, nearly standing straight up, and it ached
liked hell.
 
I looked over at the back of her head.  Her breathing was soft, deep and
even.  She was still sleeping soundly.  I took a couple more deep
breaths, feeling my heart rate slow.  I was so afraid of hurting her. 
Was this to be my lifelong fear?  
 
I looked at her again, sleeping in trustful silence.  I didn't deserve
her.  I'd always hurt her in the past.  I couldn't do it this time. 
I had to be on guard.  I just couldn't screw this up.  I had
everything I ever wanted now in a relationship.  Why was I so scared? 
So scared that I would dream of hurting her and not being able to stop
hurting her?  What the hell was wrong with me?  
 
Anal sex.  Jesus, Mary and Joseph.  She wanted to have anal sex, or was
curious about it anyway.  I didn't have to wonder about the
significance of my dream.  It was idiotic in it's simplicity.  Anal
sex.  Fuck me dead with a spoon.  It was only my favorite thing in the
whole world ... besides her of course.  She didn't know that though
and I had no intention of telling her.  She was obviously embarrassed
that it even titillated her.
 
It more than titillated me.  It made me hard as a lead pipe every time I
thought about it.  Phoebe had loved anal sex.  She'd gotten me
addicted to it.  But Phoebe was a bitch and she had been a little
masochistic.  I would never be able to be that rough with Scully. 
Scully was fragile.  She would hate it if she ever heard me say that,
but it was true.  
 
Where her sexuality was concerned, she was fragile.  Her confidence
could be shaken at the drop of a hat.  I couldn't let her know how
much I wanted it.  I didn't want to make her feel like she had to give
it to me right now, or ever for that matter.  It had to be her choice,
and she couldn't be rushed.  Damn it!  Knowing it was even a
possibility was going to drive me crazy.
 
When I was thinking clearly, it really didn't matter to me.  I
hadn't done it in so many years.  But I would never forget the feel of
it.  Scully's virgin tunnel had been so tight, nearly as tight as
Phoebe's ass had been.  Her barely fucked pussy was still incredibly
tight, the tightest I'd ever experienced.  Phoebe had been ... well
used, even by the time I got to her.  At the time I hadn't known there
was such a difference in the size of woman's vaginas.  Even knowing
that now, I'd been blown away by how tightly Scully had gripped me. 
When she had orgasmed I'd nearly passed out it was so good.
 
The feeling was glorious.  I hadn't lied about that.  Every since
those experiences with Phoebe, I'd always been partial to tiny women
that were snug inside.  It was the closest I could come to simulating
those feral sex episodes of my past.  Why had I continually then, ended
up with these Amazon women?  Beats me.  Maybe that was all that was
available.  That was an issue to contemplate another time, or never.
 
If Scully's newly opened vagina was so small inside, what would her
ass be like?  Her virgin ass.  Not like Phoebe's that's for sure. 
Scully had never been used, never been stretched open.  I moaned just
thinking about it.
 
I felt my head swim as I imagined a tightness greater than her vagina. 
Oh fuck me!  This was going to be torture.  I had to stop thinking about
this.  My hand went to my cock and wrapped tightly around the base. I
squeezed, throwing the covers off me and watching the head turn purple
with blood.  I was so hard it hurt.
 
I loosened my grip and stroked myself gently, gasping.  Jesus, I could
come just thinking about this. I had to slow down, get a grip.  I should
get up and go jack off in the shower.  I was going to wear her out if I
kept this up.  I didn't want her to feel any pressure from me.  She
needed to give me what she was willing to give me in her own time and on
her terms.  She had to be sore.  If I was smart, I would keep it that
way and not ask for anything.  I knew how lucky I was. 
 
Scully was my wife for God sakes.  My whole life rode on the success of
this relationship!  Our first night together I'd thought that a time
would come when I could bang the shit out of her.  It would come, but I
also knew that time wasn't here yet.  I hadn't been thinking of her
ass then though.  Her tight, virgin ass.  GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF! I
screamed inside my head.
 
Just then I heard her cough delicately and roll over before I had a
chance to hide the evidence.  I went to pull the sheet over myself but
her hand stopped me.
 
I began to pant again as she stared at my cock, licking her lips.  She
looked so hungry, I moaned softly.  Good lord, this woman was going to
be the death of me.
 
XXXXXXXXX
 
He has got to be the sexiest creature I've ever seen in my life. 
I'm staring at his enormous erection, clenched in his fist, red with
blood.  It looks good enough to eat and I lick my lips, feeling my
breasts grow heavy and my nether lips swell with moisture and heat.
 
What the hell?  One look at him, a lock of hair falling across his
forehead, stomach muscles quivering with tension, knuckles white on his
shaft, and I'm melting into a puddle.
 
I whispered, "You are so sexy.  You make me so hot, Mulder.  I think
I'm turning into a nymphomaniac."
 
He laughed and it was a harsh, tortured sound. "I doubt it," he
muttered.  I looked at his face and saw something there, a tension that
I couldn't identify.  He was aroused but I didn't think that was the
trouble.
 
"Are you all right?" I ask.
 
He nodded and swallowed heavily.  "Yeah," he croaked out.  "I seem
to have woken up with a little problem though."
 
I felt the corner of my mouth turn up.  "Anything I can help you
with?"
 
"I don't know.  You've got to be sore."
 
"Yeah, I am a bit."  I cringed as I scissored my legs together.
 
"I can just ... um ... take care of this myself," he stuttered.
 
I shook my head, letting a sly smile crawl across my face.  I gathered
my courage, wanting to shock him with my boldness.  He had shocked me
enough times in the last few days. 
 
"No?" he asked quietly.  "Then what would you propose we do about
this?"
 
I took a deep breath and delivered my shocker.  "I think I should suck
you off."
 
"Oh Christ, Scully!" he exclaimed, his head falling back on his
shoulders.
 
I scooted over to him and came up on my knees.  I gently pried his hands
off his cock.  He hissed and I saw his stomach muscles and legs tense. 
"You're close, aren't you?"
 
"Yesss!" he hissed.
 
"Then I'll just go to town and you let go when you're ready."
 
"Won't be long," he ground out through his teeth.
 
"I have just the thing for your little problem."
 
"Little?" he grunted.
 
I chuckled.  "Correction, your BIG problem."
 
"Please ..." his voice trailed off.  I could tell his control was
hanging on by a thread.  I loved seeing him lose control liked this.
 
"Is this in honor of me?" I asked.
 
"I don't get hard like this in the morning."
 
"No morning hard on?"
 
"Not like this.  This is all for you."
 
I cupped his balls gently and he groaned, spreading his legs wide. 
"Ready?" I asked, teasing.
 
A moan was his only answer as his fists coiled in the bedspread,
bunching it into his fingers.
 
I held him gently but firmly and leaned over, sinking over him as far as
I could go, running my tongue over the bottom of his shaft.  This was
one thing I knew how to do.  I liked making him lose control like this. 
It was so empowering to know I could affect him like this if I wanted
to.
 
I retreated to the top of his shaft and ran my tongue over the sensitive
head, sucking gently, my thumb running under the sensitive ridge on the
front of his cock, just below his head.
 
He ground out, "Oh fuck, Scully.  So good."
 
I hummed and he moaned as the vibrations washed over him and I sank down
as far as I could go.  He bumped the back of my throat and I suppressed
a gag.  I lifted off briefly and said, "Don't hold back, just
come."
 
"Oh God, please Scully, it hurts," he murmured.
 
"Lick or suck?" I asked, proud of how steady my voice was.
 
His eyes popped open and then he blurted out, "Oh please suck me,
Scully."
 
Didn't have to ask me twice.  With that I descended and began bobbing
as fast as I could and sucking as hard as I could, hollowing my cheeks
with the effort.
 
He shouted, "Oh shit, yeah!  Oh my God!  Oh Scully, you suck so good,
baby.  Oh Jesus, you suck like a pro," he babbled.
 
It didn't take long.  Thirty seconds and I felt him swell in my mouth,
go deathly still for one second and then begin bucking into my face
helplessly as his balls emptied into my mouth, hot jism spraying the
back of my throat.  I swallowed convulsively and he groaned, then
shouted out again, "Aaawww, yeah, yeah, yeah!"  Suddenly he went
boneless against the mattress.
 
"Mmmm," I hummed. I wondered, 'How he would know how a pro
sucked?'  I probably didn't want to know.
 
"Damn, woman.  You're trying to kill me."  He shook his head as if
to clear it.  "You like the taste of that?" he asked tentatively.
 
"Breakfast of champions," I retorted.
 
He chuffed out a bark of laughter.  "You're killing me."
 
"Sixty-three percent protein."
 
"Huh?"
 
"Cum, jism, sperm, whatever you call it, sixty-three percent
protein."
 
He looked entirely amused now, raising his eyebrows.  "Is that so, Dr.
Scully?" he panted out.
 
"Yup.  That's your little bit of trivia for the day."
 
"Do you have a lot of this trivia?" he asked, smiling broadly.
 
I made a rueful face.  "I've done a LOT of reading."
 
He grabbed me to him then and hugged me fiercely.  "You are a gem,
Dana Scully."
 
I smiled at him.  "Diamond in the rough, that's me."
 
He panted for a few moments as I leaned down again and licked him clean.
 When I was satisfied with his clean up, I crawled up on his chest and
he pulled me tight against him.  His mouth brushed my ear and I
shivered.  "What do you want me to do for you?"
 
"Nothing.  I need a shower."
 
"And I don't?"
 
"That's not what I said."
 
"I know.  God, Scully, you give fantastic head, the best I've ever
had," he muttered.
 
I hummed and said, "Glad I'm good at something."
 
He frowned.  "Will you please stop that?  You're good at everything.
 You just happen to be an expert at fellatio."
 
I grinned.  "I'm glad you liked it."
 
"I loved it.  I love you.  Sure you don't want me to go down on
you?"
 
"Mulder!" I said, blushing and knowing it was ridiculous considering
we were both naked.  Then again, there was something about hearing the
words and phrases out loud that jolted me.  Jolted me but excited me
too.  Who knew I would be turned on by a little dirty talk?
 
"What?  Don't like that term?"
 
"I ..."
 
"O.K., then," he continued.  "Do you want me to eat you out?"
 
"Jesus, Mulder!" I cried, heat rising up and covering my face once
again.
 
"Sorry, I couldn't resist."
 
"You're mean," I said with a teasing smile.
 
He rubbed his thumb over my bottom lip until I pulled it in.  "How
about I make that shower fantasy come true?" he suggested.
 
I gasped.  "Oh boy," I breathed out.
 
His chest shook silently.  He was laughing at me again.  No ... he was
laughing with me.  He didn't think my reactions were dumb.  He was
just enjoying the hell out of teaching me and shocking me now and again.
 
"If you think you can handle it."
 
"Yeah," he said, waving his hand airily.  "I'm a big stud,
remember?"
 
I burst out laughing.  "Is that so?" I managed to chortle.
 
He nodded, his face deadpan.  "Better give me about twenty minutes to
reload."
 
"I thought studs were always ready," I teased.
 
He grinned.  "Oh we are but sometimes we need encouragement."
 
"Like what?"  
 
"Oh a little fondling, a little petting, a little kissing, a wet,
naked body covered in soap," he answered.
 
I laughed.  "You're on, G-man."
 
We climbed gingerly out of bed.  My inner walls felt sore and well used.
 I cringed but then smiled at him, feeling a little wobbly. He reached
out to steady me.  "Easy there."
 
I grinned.  "I ache in places I'd forgotten I owned," I groaned.
 
He nodded sharply.  "Me too.  I'm not as young as I used to be.  My
brain thinks I am, but my body reminds me in no uncertain terms that
I'm no longer twenty-something."
 
I smiled.  "Know what you mean.  Shower will help."
 
"Can't hurt.  Besides, I need all the help I can get.  I have
fantasies to make come true."
 
I stopped him as we stepped naked into the bathroom and turned to put my
arms around him.  His arms came up immediately and wrapped around my
shoulders.  At moments like this, I realized how much bigger he was than
me, taller and broader.  He dwarfed me.  Oddly, it didn't bother me
anymore.  I whispered, "You've already made my fantasies come true,
Mulder."
 
"Hmmm, well, then I guess we just keep making new ones, huh?"
 
"Got my vote."


PART 4 (NC-17)
DANA SCULLY'S APARTMENT
GEORGETOWN, D.C.
THURSDAY - 07:45 AM
 
We climbed into the shower and I took a moment to admire her body.  It
was damn near perfect, except for the scar on her abdomen from the
rookie replacement partner that shot her.  God, how many times had I
almost lost her? And she would have died a virgin.  What a waste. 
 
SCULLY WAS MY WIFE!
 
But all that was behind us now.  She was no longer a virgin and she was
my wife. No one else had ever plowed her fields, so to speak.
 
MY WIFE.  'How did I get so lucky?' I wondered.
 
We soaped each other's backs and washed our hair.  I took up a scrubby
sponge and proceeded to lather her from head to toe, tickling her and
making her squirm.  
 
I loved to hear her laugh.  My washing soon segued into caresses and she
sighed and leaned her back into my chest.  I had grown hard during our
bathing and I pulled her against me with an arm around her waist,
letting her feel my arousal.
 
MY WIFE!
 
"Ooo," she cooed to me.  I smiled behind her back even knowing she
couldn't see me.
 
"Do you have any idea how many fantasies I've had about you,
Scully?" I asked calmly.
 
She shook her head without turning around.  "I'll have to tell you
about them."
 
"Please do," she replied.
 
"First, I want to make one of yours come true."
 
"Mine?"
 
"You said you fantasized about getting boffed in the shower."
 
"Mulder!" she exclaimed at my word usage.  I loved to shock her and
watch her react.  It was one of my new favorite things.
 
One hand began to play with her breast, tweaking the nipple and making
it stand up.  She moaned gently.  My other hand made its way down
between her legs, scratching lightly through her trim bush.
 
She spread her legs slightly giving me more access.  She was so small
and I was easily a head taller.  I bent down to reach and slid my finger
across her nether lips.  I was surprised to find them soft and puffy,
burgeoning with moisture already.
 
"Ah, Scully, you're wet already."
 
"Yeah, as soon as you touched my nipple."
 
I grunted.  "That easy, huh?" I joked.
 
She chuckled.  "My breasts are very sensitive, I'm discovering.  I
always knew they were to my own touch.  I'm glad they are to yours
too."
 
"Awww, me too, Baby."
 
I plunged a finger into her canal and felt the muscles clamp down
involuntarily and she moaned again.
 
I finger fucked her for a minute or so and then gently leaned her
forward with a hand in the middle of her back.  She got the hint and
leaned forward, taking her weight on her hands against the wall of the
shower.  
 
The hot water beat down on her back and my thumbs came up to her waist. 
My left thumb swiped over the tattoo on her back, the evidence of her
wild time, the time she admitted to almost giving her virginity away. 
The relief I felt knowing she hadn't done that was tremendous.
 
I lined my now rigid tool up with her entrance and poked inside.  I slid
in slowly.  She was still extremely snug and virginal, despite her
technically not being able to claim that state any more.
 
I bottomed out against her cervix and she groaned.  I was inside MY
WIFE!  I stayed inside, grinding my hips into her, angling for every
last millimeter of depth.  I wanted to crawl inside her and never come
out.
 
I began moving the small muscles of my cock, tickling her sensitive
walls and she gasped.  "Oh my God, Mulder.  What are you doing?"  
 
"I'm nailing my wife in the shower!"
 
"Mulder, geez!  Oh yeah!"
 
I moved my hands back to her breasts, leaning forward and continuing my
little subtle assault.  One hand dipped to her juncture and lightly
played with her clit, swiping down over it repeatedly.
 
"Ohhh, yeah, Mulder.  Feels so good."
 
I didn't thrust for a couple of minutes, just wiggling around inside
her but I did start to talk.  "Scully, I love being inside you.  I
love being so close to you.  God, I dreamed about it so many times.  I
would come home from work and lay on my couch touching myself and
wishing it was your little hands on my cock."
 
She moaned low and loud and I began withdraw slowly.  Once only the head
of my shaft was in her, I slid quickly back in, eliciting a grunt of
pleasure from her.
 
"I'd close my eyes and pretend you were impaled on me, and riding me
up and down."
 
Another long groan sounded from the back of her throat.
 
"Do you want to hear more?" I coaxed.
 
"Yyyeeesss!" she hissed.
 
XXXXXXXXXX
 
The warmth of his cock entered me in a slow, steady plunge and I nearly
squealed with the joy of being taken by him once more.  Now that I had
experienced this kind of pleasure, I felt like an addict.
 
Despite my tender vagina and complaining muscles, I couldn't get
enough.  I knew that would go away.  I wanted to spend the rest of my
life with his hard cock buried inside me.  My own thoughts shocked me a
little.  I turned into a wanton in a matter of days.  Somehow I
couldn't summon any guilt or remorse.  He was my husband.  There was
no shame in wanting him anymore, like I'd felt when I'd fantasized
before and thought I couldn't have him.
 
The small movements of his shaft inside my sore, sensitive walls were
surprising in their effect.  Little bolts of electricity zinged through
my womb with every little movement.  I felt so full, impaled really and
the feeling was glorious.  Those small movements on top of his husky
whispered words were making me dizzy.
 
His words were having an unprecedented effect on me.  I never knew that
words could be so exciting.  Hearing his fantasies, what he had imagined
just ratcheted my arousal into the red zone.  He began slowly but was
soon fucking me in furious strokes.  He leaned over, changing the angle
and must have been hitting my G-spot because the bolts of sensation that
ripped through me with every stroke were unbelievable.
 
He was so good at this.  Not that I had any experience to go by, but
I'd heard people talk, heard other women, especially Missy describe
the experience.  And from what I knew, Mulder was very, very good at
this.  How could it keep getting better?  Each masterful stroke of his
cock inside my pussy brought me right to the brink, but didn't quite
let me plunge over into the abyss.
 
I hovered on the edge so long that I began to sob with the pleasure and
beg for release.
 
"Pplleeaassee!"
 
"Please, what, Baby?"
 
Thrust, thrust, thrust.
 
"Please, Mulder, I can't take it anymore."
 
"Oh, darling, your sounds drive me crazy."
 
Thrust, thrust, thrust.
 
"Please!"
 
"Tell me what you want, come on, tell me what you want."
 
Thrust, thrust, thrust.
 
"I NEED TO COME! PLEASE MAKE ME COME!" I nearly screamed, sobbing
and pushing myself back onto his shaft.
 
He immediately bent his knees a bit and began thrusting up into me as I
stood nearly on tip toe.  His hand came down to my front again and
unerringly found my clit.  He pinched it gently and tugged up and down,
moving the hood over and back, the pressure of his fingers massaging the
sides.
 
I screamed and my body leaped into a state of pure sensation.  My womb
contracted over and over again as the waves washed through me.  My
tunnel spastically fluttered on his cock, squeezing him tight.  
 
"Aaaaaahhhhhh, Oohh Gggoooddd!" I cried as my body vibrated under
his assault.  I felt my hands slip down the wall.  His strong arm banded
around my waist, holding me up.
 
He shouted, "Oh Scully, God!  You're so hot!"
 
I felt his shaft pulse, seeming to grow inside me and then he was
washing my insides with hot warmth, his cum bathing my insides in
pulsing waves.
 
I hung limp, placing my hands on the wall of the shower again.  The
water was luke warm now, but we stood there each gasping and trying to
return our breaths to normal.  
 
Finally, I felt him loosen his grip on me and gingerly step away. We
both grunted softly as his now flaccid member fell out of me.  We rinsed
off quickly and stepped out, drying each other.
 
We laughed as we moved clumsily on rubbery legs and made our way back to
the bedroom to scrounge up some clothes.  The temptation to walk around
naked was great, but I knew we'd never get any food in us if I did
that.  Mulder seemed as insatiable as I was and that didn't bother me
a bit. However, I was hungry.
 
We went the kitchen to rustle up some eggs and bacon and coffee.
 
XXXXXXXXXX
DANA SCULLY'S APARTMENT
GEORGETOWN, D.C.
ONE MONTH LATER
 
Over the course of the next month, Mulder and I shared many, many
fantasies.  After hearing a few of his, I no longer felt any
embarrassment over mine!
 
He introduced me to the pleasure of making love in many positions; my
legs on his shoulders, his skillful lovemaking introducing me to the
cervical orgasm.  He said he loved that position because he could watch
my face as my orgasm took me over.  
 
He made love to me sitting up, against the wall, on all fours, on the
kitchen table and bent over the couch.  There wasn't a piece of
furniture that hadn't been christened.  All my feelings were alive.  I
felt more alive than I ever had in my entire life.  Mulder had opened up
a whole new world to me and I was an eager student.  
 
He would often chuckle at my enthusiasm and tell me how much it meant to
him that I put my utter faith and trust in him to indoctrinate me into
the world of pleasure.
 
Over the course of the month, we discussed my fantasy, the one that had
followed me for years.  For some reason, Mulder seemed hesitant to take
us there.  Since he hadn't hesitated over anything else, I could only
assume there was more to this story than he was telling me.
 
I finally cornered him about it one night as we lay in bed, having just
finished making love.  It was the time when we were both the most open
and comfortable talking about our needs and feelings.  The more he put
it off, the more I wanted it.
 
"Mulder."
 
"Yeah?" he asked, as I lay with my head on his shoulder, my leg
thrown over his thigh.
 
"Why don't you want to have anal sex with me?" I asked softly.
 
I felt his body jerk gently.  "It's not that I don't want to."
 
"Then what's the problem?  You haven't hesitated to do anything
else.  There is something holding you back and I can feel it."
 
He sighed.  "I'm afraid of hurting you, Scully.  If I hurt you,
I'd never forgive myself."
 
"You said it could be done safely."
 
"It can, but I ..."
 
"What is it, Mulder?  Please tell me."
 
"I love anal sex, Scully," he said gently.
 
I smiled, coaxing softly, "And?"
 
"And I'm afraid I'd get ... carried away.  It's something that
... drives me nearly insane with pleasure ... I get sort of ...
mindless.  Or I did when I experienced it before."
 
"Ah, I see now."
 
"What?"
 
"You're afraid you won't be in control," I said calmly.
 
"I don't know, I just ..."
 
"Mulder, I love you and I trust you.  And I believe that no matter how
pleasurable something was, you would stop if I told you I was
hurting."
 
"You're not afraid?"
 
I felt a shiver go down my back.  "A little, but not in a bad way."
 
"Is there a good way to be scared?"
 
"Yeah, it's more trepidation of the unknown."
 
He turned to look at me.  My hand slid down his abdomen.  I'd watched
from the corner of my eyes as his cock had grown steadily harder as we
talked about anal sex.  I knew that just the thought of it excited him. 
Why wouldn't it?  The thought of it excited me and I'd never done
it.  It seemed so ... naughty, for lack of a better word.  But I wanted
to experience it all with Mulder.  I wanted him to feel free to do
anything he wanted to do sexually.  I didn't want to hold him back.
 
He was my husband and I knew that he would be faithful.  But I never
wanted him to regret marrying me.  I never wanted him to feel that there
was something he wanted that I couldn't give him.  And I wanted it for
myself too.  This month of constant lovemaking had opened my eyes to
heretofore unknown pleasures and I knew that there was more to be had. 
And I wanted it.
 
My hand wrapped around his shaft and he groaned, instantly hardening to
fully erect.  I knew that if I kept coaxing, I could break him down. 
I'd also learned that me talking about what I wanted turned him on. 
"Don't worry, Mulder.  I'm ready.  I know I am.  God, I want to
feel it."
 
He looked at me blinking slowly and leaned in to kiss me softly.  He
broke the kiss and leaned his forehead on mine, trying to ignore the
fact that I was stroking his now rock hard shaft.  "Scully, we don't
have any lubricant and ..."
 
"Yes, we do," I informed him.  "I bought some last week.  It's
right in the drawer of the bedside table."
 
I squeezed his pulsing shaft and he groaned, his eyes slipping shut. 
"I want it, Mulder," I whispered.  "I want you to take me ... that
way."  
 
"Oh God," he whimpered.
 
I paused and gathered my courage to talk dirty.  I knew how much it
turned him on.  In fact, he usually went wild when I did.  I leaned my
lips to his ear, letting them brush his earlobe.  "I want you to take
me in the ass, Mulder.  God, I want it bad."
 
He groaned loudly now and I felt his dick leap in my hand, hardening
even further.  "Jesus, Scully!" he ground out through clenched
teeth.
 
"I want this whole eight inches buried in my butt."
 
"Oh, Fuck, Scully!" he grated out between clenched teeth.  "Thanks
for that visual!"
 
"Is that a 'yes'?" I asked.
 
"Oh fuck, Baby, yes," he said, sounding a little defeated.
 
My heart leapt with excitement.  I rolled away from him quickly and
yanked open the drawer, pulling out the KY Jelly that I had bought and
rolled back to him, holding it under his nose.
 
He smiled a quirky smile and said in a husky voice, "You are an
incredible woman, Scully, do you know that?"
 
I beamed him a smile.  "I'll be even more incredible when I learn
this."
 
His eyelids fluttered and he took the lube from me.  He levered up onto
his knees and motioned for me to roll onto my stomach.  Once there, he
jammed both pillows under my hips.  His hands ran up and down my back as
he knelt behind me, relaxing me.  His lips came down to kiss my rear,
lick the crease where my thigh becomes my butt, and slowly work his way
into the crack of my ass. 
 
He pulled my cheeks apart gently and slid his warm, wet tongue into my
wetness, dragging it upwards and stabbing his tongue at my anus.  I
gasped at the sensation as tiny nerve ending leapt to life.
 
He proceeded to lick and bite gently at my back door until I was
whimpering, feeling my wetness flow out of me to coat my thighs.
 
His tongue even poked inside at one point and I groaned like I was
dying.
 
I heard the top pop on the KY Jelly and tensed slightly.  His finger
came down, cold and wet with lubricant and gently prodded my back door. 
"Relax, Scully.  Take a deep breath and let it out slow."
 
I did as instructed, willing my whole body to relax.  His finger felt
fabulous and my breath hitched as it worked itself slowly inside. 
Slowly, he pumped in and out, descending a little more each time until
his finger was submerged in my rectum.  I felt more lube squeezed out
around his finger and he began to fuck me with it.  I was moaning like a
whore by the time he worked a second finger into me.
 
Then a third, and now he was enthusiastically sliding three fingers in
and out of my rectum.  There was no pain, only staggering pleasure as I
felt my head spin a little, knowing his fingers weren't his cock, and
his cock was much bigger.
 
He stopped momentarily and I snapped my head around in time to see him
thoroughly coating his shaft with lubricant.  His shaft was so hot, it
melted immediately to the consistency of water and he applied more,
smiling a secretive smile at me.  He was panting harshly and his cock
was bright red, engorged with blood beyond what I had seen so far.
 
He met my gaze and said, "Are you sure, Scully?"
 
I nodded enthusiastically.  "Yes!  Oh God, Mulder, do it."
 
He came up on his knees and brought me up on all fours.  He turned my
head and kissed me, laying his cock in the crack of my ass, rubbing it
gently back and forth.  I groaned, "Just do it, Mulder."
 
He chuckled at my enthusiasm.  His hand came down on my hip and I was
surprised to feel it trembling slightly.  He was that excited.  I felt a
surge of power, knowing that I was exciting him to the point where his
hands trembled.
 
He took a noisy deep breath, placing the glans of his cock against my
anus.  He muttered, "I've never been this excited.  God help me,
Scully.  You tell me if it hurts at all, all right."
 
"Yes."
 
"Promise me!" he hissed out.
 
"I promise!" I immediately responded.  "Oh Mulder, please, no more
waiting."
 
I felt his finger enter me again without any trouble.  He moaned and
then I felt his cock head push against my muscle and begin to slide in
along his finger.  His other hand gripped my ass cheek harshly as he
slid ever so slowly.
 
I was quivering, waiting with bated breath.  I wanted this so bad and I
was suddenly not afraid at all.  I took a deep breath and felt all the
tension leave my body.  I took another deep breath and pushed back.  I
felt my muscle opening wider and wider as my flesh gave way to
accommodate the large head of his penis.  His head slipped inside past
my sphincter muscle and I cried out at the dart of pain.
 
"Oh! God!"
 
"Scully?" he asked, still as a statue.
 
"I'm all right," I panted, feeling the pain dwindle right away.  I
wanted this so bad. I needed to know this forbidden pleasure that I had
seen on tape and read so much about since that time.  It was the
culmination of my sexual education, and the fruition of a deeply held
dark fantasy.
 
"More!" I gasped out.
 
He slowly pushed forward and a tiny fraction at a time he slipped inside
me.  He groaned, "Oh my God, Scully!  You're so tight, never felt
anything so tight."
 
He pressed forward, sliding his big, thick cock deeper and deeper into
my writhing ass as the muscles jumped and quivered as they loosened to
accommodate his girth and length.  I descended into unintelligible
moaning and groaning as he continued to make his way inside a millimeter
at a time.  I could still feel his hand trembling on my ass and knew he
was being so careful and holding back.  I felt him rubbing more
lubricant onto the remaining portion of his shaft.
 
XXXXXXXXXX
 
I felt like I was going to die from the pleasure.
 
Her ass felt like a tight rubber band, squeezing a single, tight,
unforgiving ring around just one inch of my dick. Past that point,
inside her, she was wide open and warm, and as my penis went in, out,
then in again with tiny strokes, pushing itself through that hard ring
of muscle, it sent jolts of ecstasy shooting across every pore in my
skin and make each and every hair on my body stand on end.
 
Finally, after what seemed an eternity, I felt my balls press against
her soaking wet pussy.  I couldn't believe how wet she was.  It was
running out of her and down the insides of her thighs.  I was in to the
hilt.  
 
God save me, I thought, I think I'm going to pass out.
 
"Love this feeling, so full," she murmured. It was nearly
overwhelming and I felt a wave of dizziness, but drew in a breath and
steadied myself.
 
"Uugg!  Tell me ... when to ... move, Scully," I stuttered out.
 
To my surprise she took a few more breaths and then rocked her body
against mine.  I groaned, "Ohhhhh, Jesus!"
 
"Move.  Slowly," she added, as if I might start pounding the hell
out of her.  As much as I wanted to I was struggling for every ounce of
control.
 
I pulled out a mere inch or so and pushed gently back in.  I said, "So
tight!  Ahhh, God."
 
I panted and pulled out again.  Slowly, I withdrew a little more each
time and felt the muscles relax by degrees.  Each degree of relaxation
brought a new level of mind boggling pleasure.  
 
XXXXXXXXXX
 
I could feel him deep in my abdomen and my pelvis ached from the
pressure and it felt so good I thought I was going to die.
 
Before long he was withdrawing nearly to the end of his shaft and
steadily feeding himself back inside me.  We both grunted, groaned and
let out gasps of pleasure.
 
Another minute or so and he was stroking me firmly and steadily, not
slow but not fast either.  Our bodies seemed to have begun feeding off
each other with waves of electricity flying back and forth.  "Holy
shit, Scully.  It feels like a tight elastic on my whole dick, feels so
good."
 
"More! Faster!" I cried out as I felt my body tighten in
anticipation of release.  It felt so good, I couldn't believe it. 
 
I felt decadent and sexy and so thrilled to finally be taken this way. 
He was doing it.  He was really doing it ... fucking my ass.
 
He sped up slightly and I began to push myself against him harshly,
wanting to feel a little discomfort, not really knowing why. I was
muttering, "Oh Christ, you're doing it, you're really in my
ass."
 
He shouted and began to drive himself into me.  "Scully?" he cried,
looking for reassurance.
 
"Yes, do it, Mulder!  God Almightly, do it harder!.  Oh God, bury it
all, yes, so full, I'm so ffuull."
 
"Oh Christ, yes!" he shouted, and did just that.
 
He bent over and his long arms reached up to play with my breasts,
squeezing the globes as they filled his hands.  He began to hammer me
harder. I shouted and it didn't take long for my orgasm to be upon me.
 
I shouted, "Oh dear God, yes, I'm ccccuuummmmiiiinnnnngggg!  Aaahhh,
Aaahhh, oh God YES! Mulder!  Yes, yes, yes!"
 
My ass clenched him tightly and my cunt spasmed, gushing liquid as my
orgasm swept me away.  I was crying out unintelligible sounds.  I heard
myself keening as my orgasm continued, a ragged, tortured sound that
rose and fell in volume with every breath.  Holy shit, I thought, it's
not stopping.  "I'm coming so haaarrrddd!  Ca ... can't be ...
lieve it! I'm still coming, Mulder!" I shrieked.
 
He shouted, "Oh fuck, Scully!  Here I come.  My balls feel like
they're swelling.  Oh God!"  
 
His cock became steel hard for an instant and I felt a small dart of
insignificant pain through the haze of pleasure and then he was bucking
helplessly into me, driving his cock into my ass like it was my pussy as
his release was upon him.  He sent a flurry of quick, short cock strokes
up my tight tail hole as he released hot squirts of his essence deep
inside me.  "Oh shit, oh damn, oh fuck, Scully, yeah!"
 
I lost control of my muscles and toppled to the bed, flat on my stomach.
 His body followed me down, humping helplessly as he filled my ass with
jet after jet of hot come.  My bowels burned and spasmed as he emptied
into me, his hips grinding into me even after we were done, aftershocks
shivering through us.  "Are you all right?" he asked.
 
"I'm wonderful," I said quietly.
 
Finally, we lay still, panting like marathon runners, our heads swirling
with the endorphin high.  He croaked out, "Holy shit," he muttered,
sounding astounded.
 
I began to chuckle and he exclaimed, "Oh! Stop that!" His flaccid
shaft was jettisoned out of me with my laughter and he hissed.
 
It only made me laugh harder.  He hugged me tightly and kissed the back
of my neck, licking up to my ear.  He whispered in my ear. "I've
never known pleasure like that, Scully."
 
"Liar," I teased.
 
"I mean it," he said, his voice serious.
 
"You can't fool me.  You told me you'd done it before."
 
"But not with you," he said earnestly.
 
I turned my head and he peered at me from the side, craning his neck
around.  He slid off my back and pulled me onto his chest, his hands
gripping my ass cheeks and kneading them gently.  I felt my ass begin to
slowly work it's way back to its former shape and tightness.  I felt
sticky, sweaty and wonderful.
 
"Scully, that was ... beyond description."
 
I smiled and licked my lips.  "I loved it, Mulder.  Thank you.  I've
fantasized about that for so long and it was ... better than I ever
imagined."
 
"You weren't scared?"
 
"A little nervous was all, but once you started I knew it would be all
right.  I can't believe how good that was. I was delirious."
 
"I was too.  Scully, I'd done it before but it was a long, long time
ago and she was ..."
 
"She was?" I encouraged.
 
"Not nearly as ... uh ... tight as you are," he finally spit out.  I
didn't want to know who it had been.  It didn't matter.
 
I grinned.  "Are you done being afraid of hurting me?" I asked
seriously.
 
He smiled affectionately.  "I'll never be done with that fear,
Scully."
 
"I love you, Mulder."
 
"I love you too, Scully."
 
We got up and took a quick shower, cleaning up all the residue of our
anal adventure.
 
"Sleep now?" I asked as we emerged back into the bedroom, wearing
nothing but towels.
 
"Sounds like plan to me," he answered.
 
"Yeah, you need to rest up."
 
"Rest up?" he asked curiously.
 
"I have a lot of things to learn."
 
"You're going to wear out your teacher," he rejoined.
 
"You say that like it's a bad thing," I deadpanned.
 
He laughed then and pulled me into a bear hug and then fell to the bed,
pulling me down with him.  We bounced on the bed, our towels finding
their way to the floor.
 
We crawled under the covers and snuggled up spoon style.  I sighed
deeply, feeling a contentment I couldn't ever remember feeling.  I
felt so loved.  And I couldn't wait to learn the next thing.  It
seemed Mulder had an endless supply of new things to try in the bedroom
and I was an eager student.  Each one brought me to new levels of
ecstasy and us to new levels of intimacy.  It was beyond my wildest
dream and I was actually living it.
 
Mom had informed me that Bill had a less than favorable reaction when
she told him, but he had come around to accept it if not like it, after
much coaxing from her, I'd imagined.   We were getting married again
next month, plans were heavily in the works now for a big church wedding
with all the trimmings.
 
I felt his lips brush across my shoulder like butterfly wings.  I
snuggled more deeply into his chest and under the covers.  I felt him
smile against my skin and his arm tighten around my waist.
 
My last thought before going to the arms of Morpheus was, 'I'm not
having any more jitters.  If I could trust him with anal sex, I could
trust him with anything.'
 
As he dipped out of consciousness, I heard him mutter, "My wife."
 
THE END.
 
 
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