TITLE:            OSCULATION
AUTHOR:       DONNILEE
E-MAIL:          DONNILEE@SNET.NET
CATEGORY:  MSR
RATING:        NC-17
SUMMARY:    Sequel to "O is for Obfuscating".  Sex toys?  Did somebody say 
sex toys?  Mulder initiates Scully into the wonderful world of toys.
SPOILERS:    Nope.
DISCLAIMER:   All X-File characters are the property of Chris Carter, Ten 
Thirteen Productions and Fox Broadcasting.  If I owned them, their lives would be 
much different and I'd be the one making the dough!  (Pulls pockets inside out 
and sighs).Nope.  No money in here.

Os-cu-la-tion; n., the act of kissing || (math., of a curve, surface, etc.) the fact of 
coinciding in three or more points [fr. L. osculatio, (osculationis) fr. Osculari, to 
kiss].
Os-cu-lar; adj. (rhet.) of the mouth || (rhet.) of kissing || (biol.) of an osculum [fr. L. 
oscularis, fr. Osculum, little mouth].

PART 1 (NC-17)
FOX MULDER'S APARTMENT
FEBRUARY 15, 2001
THURSDAY - 6:00 AM

I woke up surrounded by a warm cocoon.  Heat diffused my back.  A slight 
current of air slipped past the back of my neck and fluttered a few stray strands 
of hair, making me shiver.

A hum and a soft smacking of chops in my ear nearly made me jump out of my 
skin as the events of last twelve hours came flooding back.  I was in Mulder's 
bed!  Holy Shit!  The warm cocoon I had vaguely registered a few seconds ago 
was Mulder's muscular but lanky body practically draped over top of mine.  

One leg lay sprawled over both of mine, pinning them to the bed.  My head was 
pillowed on his left bicep, his nose buried in my hair.  Hence his breaths blowing 
my hair away from my neck in a gentle, steady rhythm.  His right hand was laying 
heavily on my hip, fingers spread wide, nearly spanning the width of my body.  

Things were going to change now.  We had made love last night.  We had 
confessed our love for one another and we had taken the plunge.  We had 
teased, and thrilled and transported each other to a new level of intimacy.  

Home.

He said being with me was like coming home.  I sighed.  The strength of that 
sentiment was a little mushy for me, but I understood what he meant.  The 
moment his body had entered mine and filled me to the brim, it was like the 
missing piece of a jig saw puzzle was finally in place and I felt like a whole 
picture.  Guess my sentiments were just as corny!

Now what?

We had to get up and go to work.  I tried to roll away gently, but his arm slid from 
my side and wrapped around my waist, anchoring me to his naked, warm body.  
He hummed again and I felt his warm, soft lips press a gentle, chaste kiss below 
my ear.  I shivered, a soft grunt leaking out of my vocal chords.  

Softly, I said, "Are you awake?"

His answer was to open his mouth and lick the back of my neck.  It tickled and 
barked out a soft burst of laughter, pulling away.  He chuckled, the sound deep, 
slow and lazy in his throat.  I felt so languid and comfortable, I didn't want to 
move, but we had to.

"Mulder, we have to get up."

"Why?"  he murmured.

"Why?! Because we have to go to work."

"Why?"

"What do you mean?"

"I don't want to go," he said, the pout in his voice evident.  His hips flexed 
forward and he pressed his morning erection between my ass cheeks.  I groaned 
softly, feeling arousal shoot into my abdomen.  That's all it took.  

I knew sex with Mulder would be intense, but I was unprepared for what an 
aphrodisiac it would be to turn him on, to know that I was the one that made him 
excited and aroused.  The more he responded to me, the more turned on I got.  
How could I have ever doubted that I was the one he wanted?

It seemed rather silly now.  I sighed, bucking up my energy and said, "We need 
to shower."

He made a disgruntled sound and rolled away from me.  I thought he was giving 
in but I should have known better.  He caught my shoulder and rolled me onto my 
back and quickly rolled into the cradle of my thighs, supporting himself on his 
elbows.

His eyes were at half-mast and he gazed at me, smiling lazily.  I couldn't help the 
twitching at the corners of my mouth.  "Morning, beautiful," he mumbled.

I smiled then.  He lowered his mouth to mine and I pulled away.  He pulled back, 
pouting.  "I have morning breath, Mulder."

"I don't care," he responded.  And he swooped down again, claiming my mouth in 
a kiss of lazy but determined pressure.  I responded in kind.  He slid down and 
before I could protest and wrapped his lips around my left nipple and began to 
suckle, slow and hard. 

I groaned and felt wetness flood my crotch.  He moaned in response and I felt 
the vibrations in my torso as my nipple pulled up into a  hard little knob, so 
sensitive it almost hurt when he laved it with his tongue in a slow hard lick.  Then 
he returned to his leisurely suckling.

He shifted his hips and I felt the head of his hard shaft poke at my entrance.  A 
bubble of wetness was broken and I felt my juices coat the head of his dick.  
"Mulder!  We can't do this now!"

Why was I protesting?

"Don't like morning sex, Scully?" he teased.

"Yes, No, I mean,  ... shit!" I sputtered, exasperated.

He chuckled low in his throat and slid into me without warning, sliding into my 
slick walls and burying himself to the hilt.  We both groaned then.   He began to 
stroke, long, deep, slow strokes that built me up slowly.  His head dropped and 
he sucked on my neck and collarbone, one hand tormenting my turgid nipples.  
He didn't speed up, even when I met his thrusts with a grunt of frustration, trying 
to encourage him to speed up.

His lips found my ear lobe and sucked it between his lips, then he started 
murmuring.  "Oh God, Scully, this is unbelievable."

Stroke.

"So good.  Awww, God, I love you."

Stroke.

"Can't believe you're here with me."

Stroke.

"Was sure I'd wake up and find out it was a dream."

Stroke.

"Never been this ... easy!"

Stroke.

My breath came in soft pants now as I felt my orgasm coiling between my legs.  
He left my breast to reach down and pull my leg up higher on his torso.  He 
shifted to the other side, in no hurry and did the same with the other leg.  I took 
the hint and lifted them high on his torso, my heels pressing into his back just 
below his shoulder blades.  

He raised his knees up slightly and rocked forward with a sudden surge.  I yelped 
at the bolt of electricity that zipped through me as his cock now slid across my 
pleasure center as he buried himself even deeper than before.  I could now feel 
him bumping my cervix with every stroke and I began to moan continuously.

He was still whispering to me.  "Mmm, is that good?"

"Yeah, just like that," I whimpered.

Stroke.

Sigh.

"Yeah, that's it, baby.  Let me hear you."

Stroke.

Whimper.

"Oh, feels so good, doesn't it?"

Stroke. 

Moan.

"I want to make you come, Scully."

Stroke.

Groan.

"I want to feel you come."

Stroke.  

"Can you come for me, baby?"

I grunted.  Speech was not possible at this moment.  I was so close.  He sped up 
his strokes and began hitting me harder.  I grunted again to signal my approval, 
hoping he would understand.  He did.  

"You like that?"

Stroke.  I nodded.

"Harder, like that?"

I grunted.  

Stroke.

"Oh yeah.  Faster?"

I grunted.

Stroke, stroke, stroke.

The smack of damp groins meeting was the only sound in the room for the next 
thirty seconds or so.  He sped up until he was hitting me hard and rapidly.  He 
was sweating and his breathing was ragged.  

I whimpered gently in the back of my throat.  "Awwwohohoho, Awwwohohoh."  If 
I wasn't so turned on, I would have been embarrassed.  I didn't remember ever 
making that sound.

He reached for my breast again and twisted my nipple between his thumb and 
forefinger, pinching at the same time.  I exploded.  White lights flashed behind 
my eyelids as strong, rolling waves of pleasure rocked my body in a hard, slow 
motion, satisfying release.  I think I was shouting, but I'm not sure.

As my hearing came back I heard myself chanting his name, "Mulder, Mulder, 
Mulder."

I sucked in a ragged breath and opened my eyes.  His head was thrown back, 
his eyes clamped shut.  The muscles of his back rolled under my hands and feet 
as he sank into me over and over again.  I managed to croak out, "Open ... your 
... eyes."

He did and snapped his head forward to see my face.  My gaze locked with his 
and I whispered, "Let go, let me see.  You're so beautiful, Mulder."

He shouted something that sounded suspiciously like my name, but was cut off 
by an inarticulate shout.  "Ssscccuuuawwwwwahhhhhh."

His hips shuddered as they collided with mine and I felt my insides washed with 
his hot seed, as he held himself embedded inside me.  He collapsed on my 
chest, his weight feeling divine.

When our breathing was back to semi-normal, he lifted his head and smiled that 
stupid, lazy grin of his again, making him look wide-eyed and innocent.  We both 
knew he was anything but innocent.  He was quite proud of himself.  He  bent 
down to kiss the end of my nose. His smile faded, and he wiped a sweaty lock of 
hair off my forehead.  

My legs flopped to the bed.   His hands came up to gently frame my face.

God, he looked and felt like a giant on top of me but I felt so safe.  One look in 
his eyes and I was overcome by the love and affection I saw there.  There was a 
touch of awe in his expression too.  I smiled at him.

He said, "I had to do that this morning."

I chuckled.  "What?  Jump my bones?"

"Scully!" He sounded indignant but he laughed just the same.  "I needed to make 
sure this was real."

I cupped his face in my hands.  "It's real."

"What are we going to do about work?"

I felt a sudden stab of anxiety, but tamped it down.  "What do you mean?"

"Do we keep this a secret?"

"I think we have to, for now.  And did you call me, baby while we were doing it?"

He shook his head at the abrupt change of subject.  "Yeah, I did.  Gonna make 
something of it?" he teased.

I laughed.  I couldn't help it.  "No, I liked it," I replied, suddenly serious.  He 
nodded.  Then I added, "But you call me that in front of anyone from work and I'll 
kick your ass!"

He threw back his head and laughed.  "Deal."  He gave me a quick peck on the 
lips and rolled off me.  

We both groaned as  he slipped out of me.  "Shower," I mumbled.

He asked, "Join you?"  He sounded hesitant.

I grinned at him as I slid to the edge of the bed and stood up.  "Sure."

He grinned in return and leaped off the bed.  I laughed at his enthusiasm.  He 
could be such a little boy sometimes.  It was at odds with the morose, moody 
man that he was.  It was also what made him so intriguing.  He was a man of 
many facets.  As long I knew him, I didn't think I would ever know everything 
there was to know.  Maybe that was the fascination.  Right now, I didn't care.

I was a little nervous about work.  Would he treat me the same?  Would he still 
respect me when we were in the field?  Would be overly protective?  There was 
no sense pondering these questions.

Only time would tell and I would have to address these things when they came 
up.  IF they came up.  Right now, knowing I was the reason for the smile on his 
face and his playful mood was enough.

I shook my head to clear it of negative thoughts and headed for the bathroom 
with eager puppy, Mulder on my heels.

XXXXXXXXXX

HOOVER BUILDING
BASEMENT OFFICE
FEBRUARY 15, 2001
THURSDAY -  12:00 PM

I can't wipe the shit-eating grin off my face.  Good thing we've been in the office 
so far today.  If anyone got a look at me, they'd probably think the cheese had 
finally slid off the cracker.

I probably looked demented.  I was smiling so hard my cheeks hurt.  Every other 
second or so, I would replay another snippet of my night with Scully, or this 
morning, and the foreign feeling of joy would wash through me.  

Dana Scully was my lover!  My secret lover for now, but my lover nonetheless.

She said she loved me.

She let me make love to her, and I think, no, I'm sure that she was making love to 
me too.

Another thought hits me just then.  I'd almost forgotten that part of our discussion.

Sex toys.

Scully wanted to play with sex toys!

Good lord, I hope I didn't suddenly develop a heart condition, because mine was 
working double time about now just at having that thought.

I cleared my throat. "Scully?"

"Yeah?"  She looked up from her computer screen and her fingers went still on 
the keys.  She'd been typing up the final report from the case we just finished.

"Lunch?"

"I'm starved.  You didn't feed me enough this morning."

"You usually tell me you can't finish those apple Danish."

"Guess I'm needing more fuel today!" she teased.

"Oh, and why would that be, Agent Scully?"

"Oh, could have something to do with the work out I had last night and this 
morning.  Sex makes me hungry."

"Work, work, work," I teased.  I let out an exaggerated sigh. 

She giggled and I loved the sound of it.

"Want to hit the diner?"

"Sure."  She flicked off her computer screen and stood to get her coat.  I pulled 
my jacket on and opened the door, coming face to face with A.D. Skinner.

"Oh, hi, Sir!"  I stepped back quickly, startled to find him there.  Hope he wasn't 
eaves dropping!

"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you, I was just going to knock."

"What's up?"

"I have a new assignment for you."

"Why didn't you call us up?  It's not like you to make personal deliveries," I 
deadpanned.

He smiled quickly but then looked at Scully.  "On your way out?"

She said, "We were going for lunch?"

"Can I join you?"

We looked at each other, startled by the request.  "Uh, yeah, sure," Scully 
responded.  

I nodded and we all filed out into the hallway.  

XXXXXXXXXX
WHITE CASTLE DINER
FEBRUARY 15, 2001
THURSDAY - 12:15 PM

Once seated in a booth and food ordered, Skinner cleared his throat.

"I wanted to talk to you here because I'm never sure if your office is bugged."

We were immediately attentive, knowing he wouldn't mention that unless this was 
really important.  I nodded, indicating that he should continue.

"We have a sticky situation.  It involves the military and the State Department, not 
to mention a possible threat to national security."

"Uh, oh," Scully mumbled.

"The military was asked by the White House to execute a covert operation."

"What kind of covert operation?" I asked.

"They sent in a Special Op team to extract an American diplomat that was taken 
hostage by a terrorist group."

"Where?" Scully asked.

"Well, the diplomat was in Florida about to take a flight out to the American 
Embassy in Beirut.  He's an ambassador."

"The key words here being 'about to'," I stated.

He nodded.  "He was snatched from the airport.  No one's really sure how.  He 
had received death threats from a couple of different groups.  Intelligence said 
that he had been taken to Brazil.  But when our advance team got there, he 
wasn't there.  But someone else was, they snatched one of the Ops from the 
team.  Supposedly, the leader of that six man team was snatched."

Scully made a clucking noise.  "What does this have to do with us?"

"Well, turns out the powers that be have made a major boo-boo."

"Ahh, boo-boo!" I repeated.  "Is that a technical term?"

The corners of Skinner's mouth turned up quickly but then retreated.  He said, 
"Yes, it's a euphemism for major fuck-up."

Scully and I both laughed, and so did he.  Then he sobered.  "This isn't funny 
though.  When they, meaning the government, were contacted by the 
kidnappers, it turns out that they aren't a terrorist group after all."

I looked at him.  "Here's the good part, right?"

He nodded again.  "He was taken by a cult."

"A cult?!" Scully said incredulously.

"Yes, the Saturn Ring cult."

"Saturn Ring Cult," I repeated.

"Yeah, stupid name, huh?"

I nodded. "I've heard better."

"Well they are a group of people who believe that the planet is going to be 
invaded."

"By aliens," Scully finished.

Skinner nodded.  I laughed, I couldn't help it.  Skinner scowled at me.  I held up a 
hand and got my mirth under control.  "Sorry, there is just a terrible irony going 
on here."

He flashed a look of tolerant amusement at me and said, "All they did was warn 
him to watch his back and that they would do their best to take the rest of them 
out, whatever that means.  They have requested the help of the Bureau."

"They?"

"The State Department.  And you were specifically requested."

"Ooo, I'm flattered."

"Mulder, look, I know they haven't been friends of yours in the past."

"That's putting it mildly."

"I know, but this could be a chance for you to garner favor with them."

"And I want to do this, because ...?"

It was selfish, but all I was thinking was that I wanted to spend time with Scully.  I 
didn't want to be tromping off to parts unknown right now.  And I definitely didn't 
want to get involved with the State Department.

"It never hurts to have people owe you one, Mulder."

I sighed heavily.  Scully asked, "What exactly do they want us to do?"

"They want you two to go down to Florida and see if you can figure out where 
these people are keeping this guy.  The diplomat is Colin French.  He apparently 
has the President's ear and is in the know about quite a few things.  We 
believe that the Special Op is being held with him in the same place."

"And if we find him?" Scully asked.

Skinner sighed.  "They seem to think that with your knowledge and background, 
Mulder, that the kidnappers might negotiate with you."

"Why did they take him?"

"They ... think that he's ..."

"Oh, no, don't tell me.  They think he's an alien?"

Skinner looked at me. "I know, it's ridiculous."

"Maybe.  Maybe not."

"Mulder!" Scully exclaimed.

I shrugged.  "What do we know, unless we see him?  Those bounty hunters can 
look like anyone."

The food came then and we were silent while the waitress served us.

Scully and Skinner both gave me a raised eyebrow at the same time and I 
laughed again. "O.K., O.K., probably he isn't, but what they think is what matters 
here, right?"

"Right," Skinner said tentatively.

"So why didn't they kill him?" Scully asked.

"They want information from him," I said.

We were all eating as we talked, pausing to chew our food.

Skinner said, "We don't know."

"Or maybe they know about the real aliens and know there blood is toxic to 
human and are afraid to kill him, or don't know how to do it safely."

"Maybe," Skinner said, sounding more skeptical by the minute.  "The point is that 
we really don't know anything and I want you two to do your best to figure it out."

Now it was my turn to scowl.  "So if they kill him, the State Department can blame 
me?"

"No!" Skinner said, shaking his head.  "Why do have to be so paranoid?"

Now I raised my eyebrow at him.  "O.K., maybe you have reason to be, but still.  
Mulder, they want and need your help on this.  A man's life is at stake.  An 
important man.  And if you two were to succeed, in either gathering valuable 
information or in rescuing this guy, the State Department would be indebted to 
you and that's not a bad position to be in.  Not to mention the military would be 
indebted to you also for rescuing one of their elite."

Scully spoke up again.  "So a Special Op team couldn't grab this guy but we are 
supposed to?"

"No, the Op team was sent to Brazil and found nothing.  It was a false lead.  But 
the cult did have people there.  They'd led them down there on purpose.  They 
grabbed the Op.  Then the State Department found out the group was a cult and 
not a terrorist organization."


"Right, and they aren't going to expend more Special Ops to deal with nut cases," 
Scully added.

"Nut cases?  But they'll send me.  Send a nut case to deal with the nut cases?"

He sighed, looking at me, not knowing what else to say.  "I don't know what else 
to say, Mulder."

Scully asked, "Do you want us to do it, Sir?"

He nodded in the affirmative.

"Do we even have a choice here?" I asked.

He looked at me then again.  "Not really.  You could refuse, but then ..."

Scully said, "It wouldn't look good to the powers that be."

He nodded.  "They are giving you a chance here, and if you refuse, well, it looks 
like insubordination."

I sighed again.  "And you don't think this is a fool's errand?"

"I admit that they probably feel you are expendable, but you could prove them 
wrong.  And whether the State Department are a bunch of assholes or not, there 
is still a man here with his life on the line."

"Two men," Scully clarified.

"Do we even know if they are still alive?" I asked.

"We think they are."

There was silence for a full minute as Scully and I just looked at each other, 
Reading each other.  We carried on our silent conversation with facial 
expressions and hand gestures.

[What do you think?]

{It's probably a goose chase, Scully.}

[But we really don't have a choice.]

{We always have a choice}

[We need to do this, Mulder.  I think it will mean good things for Skinner too.]

I could see the end result was resignation.  We both knew we couldn't refuse and 
come out of this with anything good.  We just had to hope that by doing this, we 
didn't make things worse for ourselves.

She smiled a sad smile at me and I turned to Skinner.  He was looking from her 
to me and was slightly amused.  "What?" I asked.

"Why do I get the feeling that you two were just carrying on an entire 
conversation that I wasn't privy to?"

We both smiled, and Scully said, "Because we were."

His mouth opened and I cleared my throat.  "When do we leave?"

That diverted his attention from asking any questions and he said, "As soon as 
you can.  Tonight if possible.  If you can get down there between now and this 
evening, you could start tomorrow morning looking.  They made one call and we 
couldn't get a full trace on it, but we know it was in Palm Springs."

Scully grinned.  "Palm Springs in February, Mulder.  This might not be all bad."

I grinned.  "Do I get to see you in a bikini, Scully?" I asked, slinging my usual 
innuendo at her and wondering how she would take it.

She blushed, not something she usually does and coughed, "If you're lucky," she 
mumbled.  Skinner laughed and shook his head, standing and pulling his wallet 
out.  He tossed money on the table for his lunch and said, "I'll book you some 
flights.  You need to stop by the office for the file then go home and pack."

"How long should we plan on being away?" Scully asked.

"At least a week," he replied.  "I know this is not something you want to do.  I'll 
see if I can at least book you in a nice hotel."

"That would be a switch," Scully said.

"Well, if they want you and the State Department is paying the tab, then I say, 
let's spend their money."

"Got my vote," I added.

He nodded and said, "I'll call you later after I make the arrangements.  Good luck 
and keep in touch with me."

"We will."

Scully asked, "Who is this Special Op?  Is there a chance he might still come 
through?"

Skinner took a deep breath.  "I don't know.  This is the one part that bothers me."

"What's that?" I asked.

"They won't tell me much about him.  His call sign is Boa."

"Boa?" I asked incredulously.  "That's almost as bad as Fox!"

"Supposedly, one of the best they have," Scully stated.  "If that's true then how 
did he get taken? "

"Do you wonder if he let himself get taken on purpose so he could be brought to 
the target?" I asked.

Skinner replied, "I think it's very possible."

"Where does the White House fit in?" Scully asked.

"This person works as a Special Opon matters of National Security.  I think the 
government is afraid this Ambassador will crack if he's interrogated.  For all they 
know, the alien thing is a cover and these people really do just want information.  
This guy knows things that they don't want to get out.  He's a personal friend of 
the President's."

"Ugg," was my only response.

"Usually, the gig for this Op is deep, deep under cover.  I suppose that's why they 
won't give me much on him.  I think they sent him after the Ambassador to 
extract him before he talked."

"What did they give you?" I asked.

"Not much.  Call sign, Boa.  Said he's a small guy, 5' 6" or 7" at most.  
Supposedly a master of disguise and speaks five languages fluently and a bit of 
about four or five others.  Weapons expert, martial arts expert."

"Wow," I said.  "How old?"

"Don't know.  On the Q.T., a friend of mine at the State Department said that the 
military has this person's 'hands' registered as deadly weapons."

"Holy shit," Scully reacted.

"Does he need to carry a permit for them?" I deadpanned.

"Why do I feel like you're describing James Bond?" Scully teased.

We all chuckled at that.  Skinner said, "I think the powers that be know this Op 
was sent down there with the express purpose of being taken.  I think they know 
it and won't tell me.  But now it's been a week and they haven't heard a word."

"So they're nervous," Scully figured.

"I think so.  They should have heard from him by now.  Something's wrong.  I 
think this Op was supposed to do a reach and grab and be out of there with the 
Ambassador in less than 24 hours.  That didn't happen so they fear the worst."  
He paused.  "I'll see you in a bit."

He walked away and once we were alone we sat looking at each other again.  
"Why do I feel like I just got bamboozled?" I asked.

Scully smiled.  "Mulder, we just need to focus on what's important here."

"What's that?"

"Colin French and getting him back alive."

I sighed.  "You're right.  I was hoping to stay home for a little while."

She smiled gently at me.  "This might be a good thing.  We'll be away, but we'll 
be in a nice hotel in Palm Springs."

"He'll book two rooms as usual, Scully."

"Yeah, but what they don't know won't hurt them."

I grinned.  "Why, Agent Scully, are you saying that we can sleep together while 
we're on a case, on the road, even?"

She smiled wider, showing all her teeth.  "I was thinking, we could set up one 
room for working and the other for ..."

"Extra curricular activities?"

"Sleeping."

"Just sleeping?" I pouted.

She threw her head back and laughed.  "You're hopeless, Mulder."

"This, we know," I said with a straight face.

She chuckled again.  "Let's get out of here," she said.

I paid the bill and we headed back to the Hoover Building for supplies we would 
need to take with us and then we headed to each other's apartments to pack.  I 
hoped I could find my swimming trunks.  I also had a couple of other things I 
wanted to bring with us.

I hadn't forgotten our conversation from last night.  I wanted to be prepared 
should an opportunity present itself.

PART 2  (NC-17)
PALM SPRINGS, FLA.
CROWN PLAZA HOTEL
FEBRUARY 15, 2001
THURSDAY - 8:00 PM

This case had me worried, but right now, I just couldn't bring myself to worry 
about it.  I was reclining on a wood bench in a sauna.  Mulder was on the 
opposite side of the bench, his back to the wall.  He poured a tiny bit of water on 
the coals and steam rose up again in a rush.  

I examined his body from under my lashes.  Sweat beaded on his chest and ran 
in rivulets down his well developed pecs.  My eyes fell to his wash board 
stomach.  His head was tipped back slightly, resting on the wall, his throat 
exposed.  He was wearing nothing but swimming trunks.  

I was, in fact, wearing a bikini.  It was blue with a bra that covered me well and 
tied behind my head.  The bottoms were French Cut bikinis that rode high on my 
hips and left half my ass hanging out.  I'd felt totally over exposed when I put it 
on.  It was a gift from Melissa years ago and I'd never worn it.  But the look on 
Mulder's face when I'd walked out of the bathroom had been priceless.  

I'd decided if it meant Mulder would give me that look, I'd wear the damn thing.  
He'd stared, his eyes black as they raked my body from head to toe.  I'd glanced 
at his crotch and watched him grow hard in front of my eyes.  I'd never get tired 
of seeing desire on his face, at least not when he was looking at me.

We were the only ones  down here this time of night, and I got up and flipped the 
latch on the door and hung my little towel over the tiny window.  He opened his 
eyes and looked at me curiously.  "What are you doing, Scully?"

I was feeling wanton and adventurous.  I lowered my lashes and reached behind 
my head and tugged on the string that was tied behind my neck.  It unfurled and 
the top of my suit slid away from my breasts.  He gasped as I reached behind me 
to undo the clasp at my back and let the top fall on to the bench.  I walked to him 
slowly.  His eyes never left me.

I stood in front of him and leaned over and ran my hands up his thighs, staring at 
his knees. My thumbs made a detour under the legs of his trunks and slid up into 
his groin.  His dick leaped up to tent his trunks and his hands came down on my 
shoulders.  I reached for his trunks and he lifted his hips to assist me in pulling 
them down.  

Once removed he reached for me and I stopped him.  "I just want to look at you 
for a minute," I whispered. 

He smiled softly and leaned back, totally unselfconscious in his nudity.  
"Beautiful," I mumured.

"Women are beautiful, Scully, not men."

"Not so.  You are beautiful.  I love your body."

He pouted in an exaggerated fashion.  "I thought you loved me for my mind."

I laughed.  "I love that too, but you're a package deal."

"A package deal, huh?"

"Yeah."

"I think that door swings both ways.  I still can't get over the fact that I can stare 
openly at your body now if I want to."  His voice dropped to a low rumble.  "You're 
so gorgeous ... get over here."

This time when he reached for me I didn't resist and stood between his spread 
legs.  I reached down to stroke his hard on and he groaned.  His fingers pushed 
the cloth away from my crotch and reached between my legs to determine my 
readiness and he found me wet and swollen.  "Awww, Scully.  How did this 
happen?"  I thought it was a rhetorical question, but his face begged for an 
answer.

"Just from looking at you," I whispered.

He looked shocked and I nodded my head.  He tugged on my hip.  "Can't believe 
you respond to me this way.  For years, only in my dreams ..."  His voice trailed 
off as he cupped one breast and kneaded gently.

I hummed in the back of my throat and straddled him.  His brow furrowed as he 
reached for my bottoms, but I simply pulled the crotch aside and impaled myself 
on his cock.  He shouted, "Oh God!"

His hands cupped my ass and I lifted up and down, my knees on the hard 
wooden bench.  He kissed me, thoroughly exploring the inside of my mouth and 
then investigating my neck and ears until I was squirming.  One hand came up to 
tease my nipples, and squeeze my globes.

I shouted, "Muullddeerr!"

He devoured my mouth again and slid his hand down between my ass cheeks, 
under my suit bottoms, letting his fingers slide on either side of his cock as it 
pumped inside me.  I ground my pubic bone into him as he continued his assault.  
When he sucked my nipple into his mouth I began to convulse.  My core walls 
fluttered around him in release and he shouted, "Scully, oh yeah!"

I felt his hardness twitch inside me and then flood my insides with warmth.

A few more strokes and we were both spent again.  He chuckled.  

"What?" I asked.

"Jesus, I haven't been this insatiable since I was 18 years old.  We just fooled 
around this morning."

I smiled and kissed him gently.  "Making up for lost time."

"Guess so.  God, Scully, you have no idea what it does to me to see you look at 
me like you did before."

"Oh, I have some idea.  Probably the same thing that happens when you look at 
me like you did when I walked out of the bathroom tonight."

He smiled, and pulled me in for another slow, gentle, but thorough kiss.  "Too hot 
in here," he mumbled.  "I'm getting dizzy."

We disengaged and both grunted as he slid out of me.  I grabbed his towel and 
cleaned up some of the mess.  I put my halter back on and we made our way out 
once he pulled up his trunks.

It would be bad form to jump in the pool in this condition so we went back to the 
room and showered together.  Tomorrow it would be time to get busy.

XXXXXXXXXX

We started at the airport.  The FBI had virtually no information on this cult which 
wasn't a big surprise since they hadn't committed any crimes, before now, that is.

After checking the flight manifests and interviewing clerks at the ticket counter 
And the baggage porters, we left and headed for the local police department in 
Palm Springs.  Nobody had seen anything.

Come to find out, the local police had more information on the cult than the FBI 
did. They were aware of them and a couple of members had been arrested for 
minor offenses such as breach of peace and drunk and disorderly conduct.

The leader was one, Terrance Brody, who considered himself an Avatar sent by 
God to warn the masses and lead a revolt.  Said revolt was to search out and 
identify said malicious aliens and destroy them, one by one.  One by one, 
apparently, because they're numbers were too small at this point to do anything 
more drastic.  They contended that said aliens had invaded the governments of 
every major super power and were fast becoming the rulers of the planet.

Captain Spencer Andrews of the PSPD said he was real nut-job but until now, 
had been considered fairly harmless.   'Nuttier than a fruit cake', were his exact 
words.  According to Master Brody, as he liked to be called, Sadam Hussein, 
Boris Yeltzen, Pat Robertson and Dick Chaney were all aliens.  I couldn't prevent 
my eyes from rolling back into my head as I read the file.

Mulder went over every scrap of information and I ran background checks on all 
the known members, about fifty in all.  That took most of the day.  Mulder was 
filing all this information in that 'instant recall file cabinet' he calls a brain for later 
use.

The most important piece of information that I deduced from a long day of 
paperwork was that the location of their compound, was more of a commune in a 
run down village of buildings built in a circle on the outskirts of Palm Springs.  
The PD said the houses were more like huts than houses, with no running water.

XXXXXXXXXX
SATURN RING CULT COMPOUND
FRIDAY - 9:00 AM

Boa sat contemplating the situation and feeling more than a little stupid.  A 
classic rookie mistake had been made.  The enemy had been underestimated.  
Instructor Vassar's voice from ten years ago flitted out into memory.  'Remember 
that most of your opponents are crazy.   But don't make the mistake of thinking 
that crazy equals stupid.  Crazy, Yes.  Stupid, No!  But desperate people 
eventually make mistakes, arrogant people make mistakes, and that's when you 
strike.'  In reverse, if you are arrogant or desperate, you will be the one to make 
the mistake.  It was time to turn the tables and let the opponents make the 
mistakes.

Across the room on another barren mattress lay Ambassador French.  He wasn't 
looking so good.  He was sweaty and overweight.  This was the first day without 
drugs clouding their minds.  But the effects were still being felt.  How many had 
gone by while they both floated in a drug filled haze or merely lay unconscious?  
Two? Three?  No injections today.  It had to mean they were preparing to move, 
either on with their plan, or change location and they needed their prisoners 
conscious.  That was their first mistake.  The enemy had made a mistake by not 
administering the drug that kept their captives helpless.

Special Operative Monahan was standing, ready, when the guard opened the 
door, rifle muzzle coming in before him, a tray of food in his free hand.  Second 
mistake.  The guard barely gurgled as a hand shot out and grabbed the barrel of 
his rifle as another hand caught his windpipe, and he was spun into the room and 
slammed into the wall.  The guard's head bounced on the concrete wall, the tray 
of food clattering to the dirt floor and barely making a sound.  Dirt floors were 
good for something!

The rifle was easily plucked from the guard's hand and dropped.  The now free 
hand, slamming into the man's nose and pushing the cartiledge up into the brain.  
He crumpled silently to the floor, eyes wide open, and staring sightlessly into 
space.  He was dead, his eyes turning a hideous red as the corneas filled with 
broken blood vessels.  A gasp from the Ambassador as Monahan stripped the 
guard of his pistol on his belt brought attention back to the cause for this little 
mission.  

Now here was stupid man.  He was sitting up now, obviously shocked 
at what he had just seen.  If he didn't swallow soon, he was going to drool.  Not 
that it mattered at this point.  This man was a friend of the President's?  Go 
figure.

Swallow he did and raised his eyes to meet those of his fellow prisoner.  He 
croaked out,  "They think you're an alien too?"  

Monahan stifled a laugh.  "No, I'm here to get you out."

"You killed him," he said in a horrified whisper.

"Yes, do you want to get out of here or not?"

"Who are you?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper as he looked from 
the dead man back to Monahan's slight build.  The guard was twice as large and 
was stone cold dead, dropped like a silent stone.  Monahan could see that he 
was almost more afraid of this rescuer than he was of his captor.

Monahan smiled a mysterious half smile and said, "Just call me, Boa.  Well, 
Ambassador.  Shall we blow this Popsicle Stand?"

He nodded and rose to his feet.  Boa shivered slightly when he realized the 
Ambassador was raking his eyes up and down the length of the outfit that 
was the choice clothing when the need for speed and stealth was paramount.  
They had taken the fanny pack and weapon that usually went with this outfit.  No 
surprise there.  Cold eyes took the Ambassador's measure in return for several 
seconds and then Monahan said, "Do exactly as I say, no questions, and I'll get 
us out of here.  Is that clear?"

The Ambassador nodded.  Boa peaked out into the corridor after opening the 
door. 

XXXXXXXXXX

Ambassador French was stunned at the diminutive size of his rescuer.  However, 
he'd just seen this person in action.  If the lightening reflexes were the reason for 
the moniker, Boa, he thought, it was well deserved.  What Boa lacked in size was 
more than compensated for in speed and deadly accuracy.  

Despite his tenure as an Ambassador, he had never seen someone killed right 
before his eyes.  Who the hell did this person work for?  Had the President sent 
Boa to rescue him or someone else?  There was no time to ask these questions.  
He just wanted out of here.  He could find all this out later.  They slipped out into 
the corridor.  He followed close behind, feeling sick to his stomach with fear.

XXXXXXXXXX

MEANWHILE

We made our way into the compound and spent several minutes casing the 
place.  As we cautiously entered the square between the houses, people 
scattered into the various houses that were more like single story huts.  A creepy 
feeling descended over us and I glanced at Scully.  She was on full alert, her 
eyes darting back and forth.  We both noticed the house at the end of the 
compound at the same time.  It was noticeably better kept up, looking almost like 
a normal house.  We walked to it keeping close to the huts and feeling as though 
we were being watched.

Without warning, Scully picked up a rock and pitched it with such force that it 
cracked out the lens of a security camera I hadn't seen that was mounted on the 
corner of the house.  She was amazing sometimes.  She could shoot with that 
kind of accuracy too.  Quietly I asked, "What do you think, snoop around or go 
knock on the door?"

Scully sighed.  "Normally, I'd say knock on the door but something's not right 
here.  We don't want to alert them and give them time to build defenses.  We 
don't know what kind of weapons they have.  Those people were acting 
frightened and paranoid.  That doesn't make sense."

"And that means, what?"

"That our man, or men are probably here somewhere.  These people are hiding 
something.  Or they aren't here voluntarily."

"I agree."

"Let's snoop around back."

We located a hatchway door about thirty yards behind the house.  It was the kind 
that led into underground storm shelters and root cellars. No one seemed to be 
stirring in the 'big house'.

I preceded Scully down the narrow ladder that emptied into a blackened hallway.  
Concrete walls and floor told me this was probably some sort of bomb or storm 
shelter.  We drew our weapons.  I lit up my flashlight and pointed it at the ground 
as we slowly made our way down the hallway.  We were approaching an 
intersection.  The hallway went off to the right and left at 90 degrees, about 
fifteen feet in front of us.  That's when we heard a scuffle, the first noise.

We froze, only to hear someone choke softy and feet moving on what sounded 
like dirt flooring.  It was quiet and so the sounds were amplified.  We waited for 
the silence to come again and slowly made our way to the intersection, seeing 
the concrete end and dirt floor take it's place.

We then heard a match being truck and a soft illumination emanated from the 
left.  I peered into the darkness, turning off my flashlight.  The glow indicated 
another turn a little ways down, probably opening into a room.

I crouched and felt Scully grab my belt for guidance.  I realized that my body was 
probably blocking what little light there was from the room ahead.  I flattened to 
the wall so she could peer around me.

I heard the soft murmur of hushed voices and the creak of a door.  We stealthily 
made our way down the single file hallway.  I paused a couple feet from the next 
turn.  I could hear someone breathing raggedly and smell damp earth and sweat 
and a slight tangy smell.  Blood?

I held up my fingers in a 'One, Two, Three' countdown, grasped my Sig Sauer 
firmly and spun out into the room, turning to aim into the source of the soft light.

I never made the turn.  A foot hooked my ankle, and I stumbled.  As I grappled 
for balance, an elbow slammed into my shoulder blade.  I went down like dead 
weight, grunting as I impacted the dirt floor.

Someone was on my back in two seconds flat, pinning me and slamming my writ 
into the ground.  I yelped and let go of my weapon as I felt a nerve pressed in my 
wrist.

Fortunately for me, Scully hadn't darted out behind me and I felt the slight weight 
on my back yanked suddenly away just as the hand had closed on my throat.  A 
soft thud and a grunt followed.  A smack of skin on skin sounded as someone 
landed a punch and then the grunt and roll of someone being flipped over on the 
floor.  Scully growled softly, "Federal Agent!  Don't move, asshole!"

I heard a short, sharp bark of low laughter and rolled onto my knees, ignoring the 
pain in my shoulder, as I scooped up my weapon.  I fished my flashlight out and 
clicked it on.

The tableau that greeted me held me mute and frozen for a couple of seconds.  
Scully was straddling a woman in a skin tight, black body suit.  Her left 
hand was fisted into a hank of curly blonde hair.  Her Sig Sauer was pressed to 
the woman's temple.  Somehow Scully had hooked her legs around the woman's 
arms, effectively pinning her arm movement by hooking her knees into the 
woman's elbows so that her arms were bent backwards at the elbow at an 
awkward angle.  Scully had used her body as effectively as rope.  The woman 
couldn't move.  

A whimper behind me made me swing my light to the left.

There on the floor, cheek pressed to the wall, folded into a position of abject 
terror, was Ambassador Colin French.  I swiveled back to the woman and Scully 
as she pulled cuffs from her waistband.

"Scully, wait!"  I whispered harshly.

She froze and gave me a dirty look as she saw me peering at the woman.  The 
mystery woman smiled a Mona Lisa smile.  She had a pretty face.

"Who are you?" I asked.

Her smile turned ironic.  "I'm a Special Op with the government, sent to rescue 
the Pillsbury Dough Boy, over there."

"Boa?" Scully asked, sounding incredulous.  The woman nodded and sighed as 
Scully's weapon dropped away from her head.  Scully backed off the woman and 
stood up.  

I stuck out my hand and helped Boa to her feet, earning me another dirty look 
from Scully.  The woman was only a couple of inches taller than Scully, maybe 5' 
4", nowhere near the 5' 6" we had been told.  Boa was a woman!

She looked at the Ambassador and shrugged.  "He's toast, but we need to get 
him out of here.  Glad to have the help actually.  I thought there was just one of 
you.  I should have been able to take you both down before you even saw me."

Scully snorted, obviously not impressed with the woman's arrogance.  Did I 
sense a spark of jealousy?  Just because I'd looked at the woman and helped 
her to her feet?  

Scully asked, "Then why didn't you?"  Her incredulity was apparent in her tone.

Boa turned and looked at Scully, ignoring her sarcasm.  Calmly she said, "We've 
been drugged, for days probably, I don't know.  My brain is still fuzzy, and my 
reflexes are shot."

The Ambassador snorted softly this time as he groped his way to his feet.  "Like 
Hell! I just saw her drop a 200 pound guard back there in our cell in about five 
seconds flat.  The guy never knew what hit him."

We both looked at Boa and she shrugged as if it were nothing.  "I fucked up," she 
said.  "I underestimated these people and allowed them to drug me."

"Allowed?  I doubt they gave you much choice," Scully said, seeming to soften 
slightly toward the obvious ordeal they'd been through.  

The woman just looked at her, blowing air out of her pursed lips, blowing a 
blonde lock of hair out of her eyes and shaking her head.  "It shouldn't have 
happened," was all she said, sounding disgusted with herself.

"Well, it's been nice chatting everyone, but  shall we blow this Popsicle Stand?" I 
asked.

This earned me a big smile from both Boa and the Ambassador.  The 
Ambassador said, "She said exactly the same thing two minutes ago."

We grinned at each other and Scully gave me the death stare.  I actually felt the 
hairs on the back of my neck stand up.  I immediately sobered and said, "I'll take 
the lead.  Scully, will you cover the rear?"

She pressed her lips together as though she were going to argue and I cut her 
off.  "Or if you want to go first, I can walk behind them."  I didn't have to articulate 
the rest.  She heard my 'and be able to look at her ass', without me saying 
another word.  She huffed and waved us ahead of her into the hall.

I was a little thrilled that Scully was jealous but now was not the time.  If she only 
knew how little I looked at other women.  Occasionally, I would acknowledge, 
'Yeah, that's nice to look at,' but it never went beyond that.

I was going to get it later, but I was slightly amused right now.  The thought that 
Scully would be jealous over me was a new one.  She'd always been protective 
but not jealous.  Or had she been and I was just too dense to notice?  The 
woman was cute, but I had no interest in her, even as a bit of eye candy.  I was 
more interested in her skills than her looks.  Scully was the only woman for me 
and I knew without even having to wonder, that I would never look at another 
woman in a sexual way ever again.  Just Scully.

I'd have to remind her of that later.  As much as my ego enjoyed her jealousy, I 
didn't want her to ever be distressed over things like that.  But this was all new to 
us and we would be feeling our way.

We made it all the way to the hatchway and I cracked open the hatch before we 
heard the next sound.  A man shouted, "Where the hell is Carlos? I sent him 
down there forty minutes ago.  What's he doing, having a fucking picnic with 
them?  We need to move them out within the hour!  Jose, go get him."

I eased back down the ladder and backed everyone up.  Boa slipped to the 
opposite side of the ladder that I was on and Scully pushed the Ambassador 
behind her, aiming her weapon front and center.  We waited for our company.

He wrenched open the hatch and slid down the ladder backwards not even 
looking as he descended.  Before he hit the ground, Boa had him in a choke 
hold, bent backwards like a archery bow, her ankles pinning his legs to her shins, 
totally off balance and unable to speak or make noise due to the lack of oxygen.  

Scully and I glanced at each other, both stunned at the speed at which the 
woman had moved.  She was indeed a force to be reckoned with.  I saw 
grudging admiration in Scully's face.  I looked at our new visitor.  "How do we get 
out of here?" I asked softly, waving my gun in his face.

Scully approached closer and said, "No bullshit, we're getting out of here and 
you're going to tell us how."

He nodded feebly.  Boa loosened her grip and he stood up straight and stepped 
away from her.  He choked, putting a hand to his throat and said, "You'll never 
make it out of here." 

He lunged for the ladder.  Boa was on him in a second, both hands in the waist 
band of his pants.  She yanked hard and he lost his grip on the rungs.  Her knee 
came up to crash into his groin from behind.  He would have howled except for 
one of her arms crashing into his face and stuffing his mouth full of her arm 
before more than a painful grunt erupted.

Scully asked, "What now, Mulder?"

Boa made the decision for us when she twisted his neck and he crumpled to the 
ground.  The Ambassador whimpered, "Oh God, you killed another one."

Scully's eyes went round and she dove to the man on the floor, searching for a 
pulse.  I saw her eyes blink in relief when she found one.  She whispered, "He's 
alive, just unconscious."  

I could tell she hated to say it but she looked at the woman and said, "Nice 
move."

Boa nodded.  The Ambassador said, "Then you didn't kill the other one?"

Boa looked at him with a look of contempt for his weakness.  She said softly, 
"No, the other one is dead.  Look, it was him or us, O.K.?"  No emotion went with 
the simple statement.

She looked at me and held out the rifle she had leaned against the wall.  She 
clicked the safety off the pistol she had dropped on the ground and held out of 
her free hand to me.  "Can I use your Sig?"

I looked at her warily.  She sighed.  "I need two automatic pistols.  You have a 
clip in that right?  14 shells?"

I nodded, remembering that she was a purported weapons expert.  "I'll go out 
first and provide cover while you get this ... the target out into the tree line."

"Then what?"  Scully asked.

"Then we made a run for it.  About fifty yards into the tree line, there's a clearing.  
Bear left and it dumps you out at the edge of the highway another forty yards or 
so.  We can probably flag a ride at that point and get to the local PD.  That's the 
way they brought us in.  The drugs hadn't completely kicked in at that point and I 
remember.  There's a rough path through the woods."

Scully nodded.  So did I.  I reluctantly handed over my Sig, and took the rifle.  
The woman slithered, and I mean that literally, up the ladder.  In that black suit, 
she looked just like a slick reptile.  She was out of the hole before I had time to 
process that she was gone.  I leaped up and followed her, hearing Scully instruct 
the Ambassador to go ahead of her.  I emerged, seeing Boa crouched in a squat 
by the hatch.  I could hear people around the front of the house and jumped up 
onto the lawn, drawing the derringer from the holster on my ankle.  She nodded 
approval.

Whether the approval was for the fact that I was carrying a second weapon or 
that I'd made it out of the hatch without making any noise, I'm not sure!

The Ambassador grunted as he came out, rolling onto the grass.  Boa shot him a 
look, her fingers to her lips, indicating that he should be quiet.  He looked 
sheepish but also exhausted.  Sweat beaded his forehead.  His shirt was trashed 
and untucked from his pants.  His tie was long gone.  The arm of his suit jacket 
was torn.

Scully bounced up out of the hole, leaving the door open.  It would make too 
much noise to close it.  We each took one of the Ambassador's 
and started making our way into the woods.  We were just at the tree line when I 
heard a shout of alarm.  I whirled around to look and Scully kept running with the 
Ambassador.  I could hear him wheezing from here.  A man rounded the corner 
wearing an elaborate red robe that looked much like a smoking jacket.  I would 
have laughed except that he was aiming an AK-47 right at Boa's head. 

She never even winced.  She pulled the trigger on my Sig and took out his 
shoulder.  He went to his knees, grabbing for his rotator cuff.  A split second 
later, she fired the Glock 9mm in her right hand as another man ran around the 
corner.

I shouted, "Come on!  I've got you."  

I fired the rifle three times in rapid succession, cursing the need to lock and load 
as she turned and sprinted toward me.  She twisted and fired over her shoulder 
once, popping off a cover shot.  As she reached me, I fired a fourth shot 
with the derringer, hitting another man in the leg.  He went down and we both 
turned and ran into the trees.

We caught up with Scully and the Ambassador in no time.  Scully wasn't winded, 
but the Ambassador looked like he might collapse.  I looked at Boa.  She wasn't 
even breathing hard after our sprint.  God, I had to work out more.  She shook 
her head at him, obviously frustrated.

"Can you help him?" she asked me.

I nodded. "I'll try."

I hauled his arm over my shoulders.  Scully took the other side.  He was lop 
sided because of our height difference but with both of us we were able to relieve 
the strain on his legs and move faster.  He helped as much as he could.  I've got 
to give him that.  I could hear crashing in the woods behind us.  They were 
gaining on us.  Boa was in the lead when she suddenly whirled around and said, 
"Keep going."

There was no time to argue.  I looked at Scully, saw the resolve on her face and 
we both took deep breaths and continued toward the road, or where she had told 
us the road was.  Boa whirled around and sprinted behind us.  I heard a shot and 
then silence.  About a minute later I heard another four shots in rapid succession.  
Then silence.  They had different sounds.  She was firing both weapons at the 
same time!

Just as we broke out of the trees and saw the highway about forty yards ahead, 
she sprinted past us like a streak.  We watched as she hurdled the guard rail at 
the side of the highway like she was in the Olympic hurdle dash, sailing over it 
with ease.   She stepped into the travel lane but jumped back as a car whizzed 
by her.  Then she stepped out again, waving her arm, the guns still in her hands. 

We reached her as another car whizzed by.  Scully propped the Ambassador 
against the guard rail, huffing to get her breath and hopped over the guard rail.   
She tapped the woman's arm and she spun around.  Scully said, "This might 
work better without waving the guns around."

The woman barked out a quick laugh and smiled.  Scully pulled her ID out of her 
back pocket and calmly walked to the center of the slow travel lane holding her 
ID up in front and the other hand out in the universal signal for STOP, with her 
palm up.  About fifteen seconds later, a mini van slowed and pulled onto the 
shoulder.  Scully marched to the driver side window and said, "Federal Agents, 
sir, we have an emergency situation and need to borrow your vehicle."

He nodded quickly, looking flustered.  Scully said, "I'll drive.  Move over."

Boa and I loaded the Ambassador in the back of the van.  She sat with him the 
first bench seat and I sat in the second back seat.  The owner of the vehicle sat 
in the passenger seat.  He was travelling alone.  Thank God he didn't have kids 
in the car or something.  Scully hurriedly hitched her seat belt and threw the van 
into gear.  I saw someone break out of the tree line and aim at the van.  Boa 
tossed me my Sig.

I caught it perfectly by sheer look and I saw her nod admiration out of the corner 
of my eye.  I couldn't do it again if my life depended on it!    I lunged forward and 
pushed the man forward in the seat with a hand between his shoulder blades and 
fired out the open window at the man in camouflage pants and a brown shirt that 
was sprinting across the clearing at the side of the highway.  

I felt the man jerk under my hand and I said, "Stay down!"

The guy popped off a shot that pinged into the fender and Scully peeled out onto 
the highway, squealing tires.  Boa pushed the Ambassador to the floor and 
nearly sat on his back.  I almost fell backwards from the sudden acceleration but 
caught the back of the seat at the last moment.  

Once we were moving, I sat back down and pulled out my cell phone, calling the 
PD and telling them to get ready for our arrival.  Scully put the gas to the floor 
and we flew about 95 miles an hour, dodging cars and blaring the horn.  Finally I 
said, "We can probably slow down now, Scully.  They can't catch us."

She eased off the accelerator but still whipped along and I slid sideways on the 
bench seat as she swerved to make the exit ramp for downtown Palm Springs.  
As we burned rubber onto Main Street, three black and whites emerged from 
side streets and surrounded us front and back, escorting us the rest of the way to 
the police station.

We piled out of the side door of the van and rushed the Ambassador inside. The 
Captain had already called Skinner and they were sending a chopper to meet us 
at the Helicopter pad of the hospital.  Scully thanked the poor man with the van 
profusely, got  his name, address and telephone number and said he would be 
reimbursed for a new bumper and new tires.  

He was shook up but obviously proud he had helped and was none to unhappy 
about all the praise and attention Scully was giving him, telling him he was a life 
saver and a hero.  I grinned and shook my head in amusement.  She was 
pouring it on thick but that was O.K.  I loved to watch her in action. I heard her 
telling him that Colin French was a friend of the President's.  He nearly fainted 
when she said she would tell the President how brave he had been.  I wondered 
if she actually planned on trying to talk to the President.

When all was said and done, we were exhausted.  The Ambassador was 
escorted to the hospital to be checked out.  Boa refused treatment or a check up, 
saying her own people would check her out and debrief her.

Scully asked once we were standing outside the ER, watching the Ambassador 
loaded onto a military chopper, "Who exactly are your people?"

Boa raised an eyebrow in a fair imitation of Scully's skeptical look and I grinned, 
knowing she wasn't going to tell us.  Her body suit was smudged with dirt.  Her 
blonde, short, curly hair was in disarray and she looked ... cool as a cucumber.  
She smiled a little and said, "Let's just say, I belong to a few people."

"Belong?" Scully asked, clearly perturbed with her choice of words.  She ignored 
Scully's inquiry.

"I'll tell you something.  I was heavily drugged, for six days or more it seems, and 
way off my game.  I'm not sure I would have been able to get him out of there 
myself."  She paused now, clearly uncomfortable.  

She sighed and said, "Thank you.  I think ... no I'm sure you saved my life and 
his.  I wouldn't have been able to haul his sorry ass all the way to the road.  
They'd taken my weapons and my tools.  That might have been Boa's last job if 
you hadn't shown up and I'm going to make sure all the right people know it."

It was a little weird to hear her talk about herself in the third person, as though 
Boa were someone else entirely.  Then again, maybe she was. 

I looked at her curiously.  "And this is a good thing?"

She laughed then.  "I know who you are.  I've heard of you two.  I think everyone 
in government has."

Scully mumbled, "Yup, Mr. and Mrs. Spooky."

Boa grinned.  "That's one moniker.  But me and my close circle call you the 
Dynamic Duo."

I grinned at that and winked at Scully.  This bought laughter to both women.  
Scully said, "Well, it's nice to know someone likes us."

Boa stuck out her hand.  "Nice to finally meet you guys.  If I had to be rescued, 
I'm glad it was you.  You guys are good, notorious for your nine lives.  Makes me 
a little less embarrassed that I couldn't get us out of there on my own.  Also tells 
me they value me, they sent the best."

I shook her hand, replying, "I think you've been sadly misinformed."  She had a 
firm grip.  She smiled and said, "No, I'm not.  They know you are good.  They 
aren't going to let you know they think so, but they do.  That's why you are such a 
threat.  If you stunk at what you did, they would ignore you.  The simple fact that 
you have received so much of their attention, tells me that they are afraid of you 
and what you can accomplish."

After that little speech and my mumbled thank you, she extended her hand to 
Scully.  Scully hesitated for a fraction of a second.  No one else would have 
caught it, but I did, and Boa did too.

She grinned as she shook Scully's hand.  Scully would have pulled away but she 
held fast and Scully looked up to meet her gaze, slightly startled.  "Nice to know 
there are other women out there kicking ass and taking names."

Scully smiled at this.  Boa nodded at me.  "You were a trooper, I see now why 
you've made it this far."

"This far?" Scully asked, ready to be insulted again.  I could hear it in her voice.

"I've been around a long time, there was talk for years that old Spooky would 
never find a partner who could put up with him."

I laughed.  She continued.  "I always figured it wasn't a matter of putting up with 
him as it was a matter of 'keeping' up with him."

I smiled at that, enjoying the compliments for a change.  I nodded my head in 
thanks.  I sensed that she had something to say to Scully and didn't want me 
there so I said, "Scully, I'm going to run inside and get us a couple sodas from 
the machine."

She nodded without looking at me and I turned to go back inside.


PART 3 
PALM SPRING GENERAL HOSPITAL
PALM SPRINGS, FLA
SATURDAY - 01:00 AM

I looked at the woman standing next to me, waiting for her to speak.  People 
thought I was an enigma?  This woman took the cake.  I could tell she piqued 
Mulder's interest and therefore, I immediately felt hostile towards her, knowing 
that was unfair.

She smiled and stuck out her hand for a second time.  "Lieutenant Christine 
Monahan," she stated.  I straightened.  "I'm not really military anymore, but they 
still call me Lieutenant  when I'm not on a job, kind of an inside joke.  I'm CIA, 
Agent Scully.  I get farmed out to NSA and the military occasionally."

I nodded, realizing it was a good will gesture of some import that she was giving 
me her real name.  Deep under cover ops often lived under assumed names, 
even when not working.  I shook her hand firmly this time, feeling foolish about 
the flashes of jealousy I'd experienced.  How many times had I been irritated with 
Mulder's possessiveness.  Now I was doing the same thing.  Why hadn't I 
realized before that Mulder's possessive behavior was because he had feelings 
for me beyond friendship?  Well, that was ancient history now.

"I'm honored," I said, acknowledging the trust she had just imparted to me.  

"Don't be," she said modestly.   Out of the blue, she said, "You have nothing to 
worry about, you know?"

"Huh?  What are you talking about?"

"About Agent Mulder.  You have his undivided attention."

I flushed.  "I'm embarrassed.  I shouldn't be possessive, he's just my partner."

"Bullshit," she said softly.

I huffed, "Is it that obvious?"

"To me it is, but then I've made a living reading people and manipulating them."

I nodded.  "And your point?"

"I'm not threat to you, and neither is anyone else.  That man adores you."

I smiled.  "I know, but our ... romantic relationship is new and we haven't really 
field tested it yet."

"Really?  You act like an old married couple.  You work together like a well-oiled 
machine.  That usually only comes from years of intimate contact."

"We have been together for years, over seven now, and we've been best friends 
and great partners.  We've been intimate ... mentally for a long time, but the 
physical part is new."  Why the hell was I telling her this?  She was a stranger!  I 
needed to talk about this and this woman was safe to talk to, or so I hoped.  It 
was strange how it was sometimes easier to talk to a stranger than to someone 
you knew.  That's what made therapists so effective.

She smiled.  "I wouldn't have guessed it was new.  What took you so long?  He's 
delicious!  Picture don't do him justice."

I laughed now.  "Fear of ruining what we had, I guess."

She nodded.  "Yeah, that's a risk, but I don't think you have to worry.  Friends 
make the best lovers anyway.  No pretense.  If the way he looks at you is 
anything to go by, you're golden as far as he is concerned.  I've never seen a 
man look at a woman with such love and admiration.  His love for you hasn't 
made him respect your abilities any less.  That's rare, you know?"

I blushed now, slightly embarrassed as I felt heat creep up my neck.

"Listen, we don't have much time," she said, changing the subject abruptly.   "I 
owe you guys.  I won't forget it.  I'll see if I can slip you some information in the 
future if it's safe for me ... meaning I won't get caught."  She smiled sardonically.

"You don't have to do that.  Our informants have a way of turning up dead."

She nodded.  "I'll be careful and I'm very important to them.  Female ops are few.  
I've been loyal my entire career.  They'd never suspect me, not at first anyway.  
But I haven't been happy with the way some situations have gone down lately.  
But I have to butter my bread too, you know?  I've had a few long held illusions 
shattered in the past couple of years."

"I can relate to that!"

She laughed.  "I'll bet you can.  As I became more valuable and got higher 
clearance, I learned things that made realize I didn't work for the cleanest people 
in the world.  Don't get me wrong.  I'm no fucking, Mary Poppins, either, but I've 
always had this sort of pride in my integrity.  A kind of 'honor among thieves' if 
you know what I mean.  The end justifies the means and all that.  I'm not so sure 
anymore.  It's harder and harder for me to detach."

I nodded, not sure what to say.

"Well, I'll be in touch."

I glanced over my shoulder and saw Mulder approaching.  "Thank you for 
whatever you can do.  We will appreciate any help we can get.  Although 
sometimes the help has been rather cryptic."

She nodded.  "I'll do the best I can."  She conveyed a few more interesting facts 
to me in a hushed whisper as Mulder approached slowly, waiting for a sign that 
we were done talking.  It was so sweet and considerate of him to make himself 
scarce so we could talk.  I realized I often took those little gestures for granted.  
He really was a wonderful man, in more ways than one.  I resolved to stop taking 
it for granted and remember to thank him when he did things like this.

XXXXXXXXXX
CROWN PLAZA HOTEL
PALM SPRINGS, FLA
SATURDAY, 1:30 PM

When I emerged, Scully was smiling and Boa shook my hand again as a sleek, 
gray, Porsche Boxster pulled up.  A good looking, muscular man was behind the 
wheel.  He had blonde hair, thick and wavy and a tan.  He was dressed casually 
in a jeans and tee shirt.  He smiled and I saw Boa's eyes soften as she looked at 
him.   "Hey, Baby," he greeted her.

"Agents Mulder and Scully, this is my significant other, Brandon Kaynor.  He's 
Secret Service."

We all nodded at each other and she said, "Bye for now."

Turning to Scully, she said, "Remember what I said, O.K.?"  Scully nodded, 
smiling.

Boa jumped in the passenger seat and they pulled out.  We watched until they 
were out of sight.  Without warning, A.D. Skinner pulled into the parking lot.  He 
parked and got out, striding to us with a shit eating grin on his face.  "Well, 
Agents, seems you did a good job here.  I'm ... wow, I'm relieved this turned out 
good.  You did very well.  Good job, Agents."

We smiled.  "Going to give us a ride?"

"Thought I would.  I'll take you back to the hotel."

Scully said, "Then the airport?"

He grinned.  "Nope, seems the State Department is so delighted with you two 
that they paid for your hotel rooms for another week and insisted that you stay 
here for some R&R."

We grinned at each other.  He nodded at the car.  "Let's go.  I'll update you on 
the round up at the compound on the way over."

XXXXXXXXXX

Turns out, one Christina Monahan, was a big fan of Mulder's.  She wasn't military 
as we'd previously thought, although she had connections there, having been the 
first woman trained as a Navy Seal.  She then was recruited into the CIA and 
went into covert operations.  Her training served her well, but she usually worked 
alone.  Heading the Op team was a departure for her and she had indeed let 
herself be taken.

She knew things and said that if she could, no promises, she would send 
information our way if it was ever safe for her to do so.  Safe was a relative term, 
she clarified that by saying, 'By safe, I mean I won't get caught.'

She hinted that she was in the know about a lot of government cover ups and a 
couple of conspiracies deep within the government.  They trusted her and 
frankly, she was a company girl, but there were some things she was not happy 
about.  The way certain situations had been handled.  She was feeling some 
uncharacteristic disillusionment with her employers.

She said Mulder had gotten the closet anyone had ever gotten to uncovering 
some of the governments most closely guarded secrets and she admired him for 
that.  

Ironically, she admired me for taking her by surprise and pinning her to the dirt 
floor.  Apparently, no one had ever gotten the jump on her ... when she was 
conscious anyway.  A.D. Skinner said that we now had the CIA and the State 
Department in our debt. He was proud.

It was probably dumb luck and stark terror for Mulder's life that had guided my 
actions, but I hadn't confessed that to her.  Let her think I was super woman!

Turns out that we had arrived at the compound just before some gathering prayer 
ritual.  Beforehand, the funny cigarettes were passed out, these particular ones 
laced with crystal meth.  The hallucinations were often the precursor to incredible 
paranoia, one way that the esteemed leader held sway over his disciples.  
Fortunately for us, it also put ninety percent of his followers in no condition to 
defend the compound. 

Boa had said that we were two of the few people that knew her real identity and 
she would appreciate it if we kept it to ourselves.  That went without saying.  She 
also quickly told me that she'd seen my flashes of jealousy when she had shared 
a commiseration or smile with my partner.  She said to stop worrying, about her 
or anyone else for that matter.  She was happily engaged and besides, she said 
she'd never seen a man look at a woman the way Mulder looked at me.  That 
made me feel good.

Intellectually, I knew that I had nothing to worry about, but the little, green 
monster would still rear it's ugly head now and again.  It had been doing that for 
years, and although he was now my lover, and I know that he loved me, old 
habits die hard.  The fear that was there when he wasn't mine was still lurking in 
the background of my mind.

I emerged from the shower and stepped out of the bathroom after drying off, 
wearing nothing but a towel.  I squealed as Mulder grabbed me from behind, 
lifting me off the floor and easily maneuvering me to the bed, face down.  He took 
a couple of his ties and tied me loosely to the headboard.  I was instantly excited.

He straddled me from behind, ripping the towel away and leaned down to 
whisper into my ear.  "Are you O.K. with this?"

I nodded.  He kissed the nape of my neck and I shivered.  "I have a surprise for 
you."

"What?"

"It wouldn't be a surprise if I told you.  Relax for a minute."  

I felt his weight leave the bed.  I relaxed as much as I could, considering the 
excitement that was washing through me along with the anticipation.

When he reappeared in my line of vision, he was gloriously naked.  His beautiful 
penis was standing at attention, bobbing gently as he raked his eyes up and 
down my back.  He straddled my legs and I felt his hands run up and down my 
back.  He kneaded my ass cheeks gently until I was humming with the gentle 
excitement he was creating.  I felt him shift and heard the sound of a cap 
releasing from a tube.   

He said, "Cold."

I tensed as I felt his finger slide between my butt cheeks and press gently against 
my sphincter muscle.  I gasped at the cold feel of the lubricant and then groaned 
as he applied gentle pressure in a circular motion.  

"Relax," he instructed.  I spread my legs slightly and lifted my ass to give him 
better access.  In no time, he slipped a finger inside me.  I groaned low at the 
sensation.  He worked his finger inside until it was buried to the hand and then 
worked it in and out.  A second finger joined the first and then I was writhing with 
pleasure under his ministrations, fluid leaking out of me at a ridiculous rate.

He withdrew his fingers and I moaned in disappointment.  I heard him chuckle 
and then he said, "Hold still and relax."

I tensed immediately but then relaxed.  I felt something touch my back entrance.  
"What is it?" I asked, embarrassed at the warble in my voice and the fright I 
heard there.

His free hand smoothed over my butt cheek and he said, "It's a small vibrator, 
very small, only three quarters of an inch around and only four inches long.  
Relax, I won't hurt you.  If you feel any discomfort or pain, tell me and I'll stop 
immediately."

I nodded.  He paused, inserting just the very tip inside my butt.  I gasped and he 
stopped.  Then he said, "In fact, why don't we have a safe word you can use?"

"A safe word?"

"Yeah, a weird word that doesn't sound like anything else.  You use it at any time 
if you need me to stop what I am doing.  We aren't really doing BSDM here, but 
this is the first time we've used toys, or that you've been tied and I don't want to 
hurt you.  Christ, this is only the fourth time we've been together."

I nodded, "How about 'Indigo'?"

"O.K., but why 'Indigo?'  Just curious."

"It's one of my favorite colors," I told him.

"Good to know," he said.  His hand resumed smoothing my rear and sliding up 
my back and moving back down, relaxing me.  I shivered and relaxed and he 
slipped the vibrator inside me.

I groaned.  "How does it feel, Scully?"

"Wonderful," I gasped.  He had apparently been listening when I told him that I 
owned a butt plug.  But his was longer than the plug and just a bit bigger around.  
My plug was only a half inch around.  

"We can stop.  We don't have to do this now.  I realize this is a little quick."  He 
sounded unsure now.

"No, I want to do this.  I want you to show me new things."  

His hands lifted my hips off the bed and a pillow was put under me to elevate my 
pelvis.  His fingers pushed inside me, two of them and he sucked air in through 
his teeth.  "Awww, Scully, you are so wet."

I made a sound of agreement in the back of my throat.  I felt him move and then 
felt the tip of cock against my entrance.  He pushed just the head inside and I 
groaned at the sensation of the vibrator being jostled inside my rectum.  He 
stopped.  

I could feel my muscles beginning to ripple with pleasure and croaked out, "Oh 
keep going."

He held my hips and gently, oh so slowly, slipped inside me.  He was breathing 
heavily by the time he was fully inserted and he leaned forward placing his 
elbows on the bed next to my ribs.  This changed his angle slightly and tightened 
my hold on the vibrator.  I groaned loudly, "Ohhh, Mullldddeeer, I'm so full!"

He hummed and reached down between our bodies.  I heard a faint click and the 
vibrator sprang to life and began buzzing inside my rectum.  I shouted as the 
unexpected orgasm ripped through me, hot and quick.

I heard him shout and tense.  We lay that way for moments afterwards, his 
panting breath on my shoulder blades.  At last, he levered up onto his knees and 
began grinding himself gently against me, pushing his pubic bone against my 
entrance as he remained buried inside.  He was barely moving, but I could feel 
the vibrations washing through me.  The muscle ripples it caused made my 
vaginal walls pull and tighten around his wide cock.  

Apparently he was enjoying the sensations as well.  He murmured, "God, I 
thought you were tight before."

He was barely moving and I couldn't believe the sensations washing through me.  
His hands slid under my torso and squeezed my breasts, his fingers raking over 
my hardened nipples.  I climaxed again, this time a little longer but a little less 
intense.

He kept grinding against me and began kissing my shoulder.  His movements 
became slightly more urgent but still slow.  Then he reached down again and 
grasped the vibrator between his thumb and forefinger and began moving it in a 
circular pattern.  I shouted as I felt my womb cringe and release in yet another 
peak.

The fullness was keeping a steady pressure on my G-Spot and each movement 
seemed to make by clit cringe.  I was on the verge of orgasm the minute he 
entered me.  Any extra stimulation and I was flying.

I was incoherent now, half sobbing, have wheezing in my pleasure.  I couldn't 
believe I'd had three orgasms in a row.  That had never happened to me before.

He tipped his pelvis forward and began thrusting gently into me, with short 
strokes.  He was being so gentle as he thrust inside.  His elbows went to the bed 
again and his pelvis tapped the vibrator with every thrust, making me melt into a 
puddle of gasps and groans as the waves of pleasure continued to wash through 
me. 

I heard him grunt and actually felt his cock harden further inside me and knew he 
was close.  He mumbled, "Oh, Scully, this is incredible.  Oh, I'm so close.  Want 
you to come again.  Once more, for me."

I didn't know if I had it in me.  I was seriously over stimulated now and going a 
little numb below the waist.

He sped up slightly, one hand sliding between my body and the bed.  
His fingers unerringly found my clit and he swiped over it from top to bottom.  I 
shattered, screaming as I felt the vibrations in my ass, his strong thrust as he 
pulled back and surged inside me as his hand wiped over my pleasure center.

My body seemed to spasm all over as I shrieked and babbled.  He continued to 
thrust as I convulsed underneath him.  I felt dizzy from the pleasure when I 
felt him go stiff above me.  He shouted my name and began emptying into me.  I 
could feel his cock throb heavily before each wash of his warm semen coated my 
insides.  He was shouting my name and crying out, "Sculllyyyy!  Ohbaby, 
ohyeaahhh!  Oh, Gooodddd!"

He collapsed on top of me, pinning me to the bed.  He reached up and untied my 
hands, and reached down to twist the end of the vibrator, shutting it off.  But he 
left it inside, along with himself and pressed me back into the bed as we panted 
and lay there trying to catch our breath.  I don't know how long we lay there, but 
finally he gently pulled out of me, and gently removed the vibrator.

I moaned at the sudden lack of pressure and shuddered.

He voice was soft, low and sated when he said, "Wait here, relax.  I'm going to 
get a washcloth to clean up with."

I didn't move as I listened to him running water in the bathroom, cleaning the 
vibrator and then he returned with a warm, soapy washcloth.  He gently wiped 
my rear end and then flipped me over, folding the wash cloth and cleaned 
between my legs.  He dipped down to place a kiss on the end of my nose and 
hopped off the bed to return to the bathroom.

I heard him relieving himself and then he returned, rolling me under the covers 
and climbing in behind me, spooning me from behind.  I grumbled that I had to go 
to the bathroom and slid out of bed.  

The odd feeling in my bowels was being replaced by tightening muscles as I 
relieved myself.  I returned to bed.  

He grinned at me and asked, "Was that O.K.?"

I raised an eyebrow at him.  "More than O.K., or did you miss all that shrieking 
and moaning?"

He chuckled softly.  "No, but it didn't hurt at any point, did it?"

"Not at all.  I very much enjoyed my first 'sex toy with Mulder experience.'"

He grinned again.  "Good, now get in here."

I crawled in and he spooned me again.  "That was incredible," I said.  "I've never 
been tied before."

"Did it scare you?"

"No, I trust you, Mulder."

"Good, you'll never know how much that means to me."  He paused.  "I could feel 
the vibrations too.  It was incredibly intense for me.  But I think I was as excited to 
find out that you're multi-orgasmic as I was to be doing this with you."

I was silent a moment, then admitted, "I've never been that way before.  I've 
never ... come more than once, and ... the ones I gave myself were generally 
better than any someone else gave me, if I had one at all."

I paused again, wondering if I should spill it all.  "Mulder, the first night together, 
you made me come with your mouth.  That had never happened before either.  I 
figured I was done, but I wanted to feel  you inside me.  I was shocked when you 
made me come again while we were having ... intercourse."

He squeezed me tight and whispered, "I love you so much, Scully."

We had almost dozed off when he Mulder mumbled, "You want something to 
eat?  It's almost 3:00 PM.  I could order room service?"

"Yeah, sounds good."

He rolled over and picked up the phone.

XXXXXXXXXX

We ate fruit and veggies from a tray in the nude.  She had to be the most 
amazing woman I'd ever met.  If you'd told me a week ago that I would be sitting 
in a hotel bed, naked with my partner, eating finger food, I would have laughed in 
your face.

God, the sounds she made when I was making love to her.  They were sounds of 
intense, overwhelming pleasure.  I was afraid she might balk at being tied or 
restrained in any way, but she took it in stride.  She always seemed to want to be 
in control, but apparently, in this, she was willing to let me lead.  I almost felt 
guilty at the surge of male pride and excitement that realization brought to me.

Her trust in me was truly humbling though.  And she said she'd never been multi-
orgasmic.  Knowing that I was the first man to ever bring her that experience was 
thrilling as well.  I had actually been able to give her something no one else ever 
had.

I worried some about being the man she needed me to be.  I wondered if I really 
had anything to offer her.  I felt now that maybe I did.  Even if it was just in the 
bedroom, it was something.  Unlocking Scully's sensual nature was going to be a 
pressing goal of mine for a long time to come.  She said she wanted me to teach 
her and she was certainly a willing and trusting pupil.  Oh, I had lots of ideas!

She leaned over to me after setting the food on the dresser and I eagerly 
accepted the invitation of her lips.  She made soft sounds of contentment in the 
back of her throat that drove me nuts.  We kissed softly, savoring the feel.  I 
mumbled, "I could kiss you, just kiss you for hours, all day long."  

She smiled and sucked on my bottom lip, wringing a soft moan out of me.

She muttered, "Umm, osculation."

I pulled back and asked, "What was that?!"

She grinned, "Osculation; the act of kissing."

"Is that so?" I asked, my amusement apparent.

She chuckled, "See!  You're not the only one who can use $10 words!  Mr. 
Obfuscate!"

I laughed now.  "I'm never going to live that down, am I?"

She shook her head.  "Nope."

I smiled and we got down to some serious osculation as she muttered, "Teach 
me, Mulder."

I reached under the pillow and emerged with a round ring of plastic with beads 
inside.  "Ever been with a guy who used one of these?" I asked.

Her eyes went big as she eyed the cock ring and she lunged for it.  I laughed 
easily holding it out of her reach.  She laughed and settled into my chest.  "O.K., 
but I think it would be more fun if I get to put it on."  She pouted.

I smiled.  "I think you're right," I replied and handed her the new toy.

THE END.

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