From: bizzzichick To: Whispers Subject: [XFNC17ff] NEW: Risky Business, NC-17, MSR, (1/3) Date: Sunday, October 07, 2001 4:12 PM Title: Risky Business Authors: Dana Scully and Fox Mulder. Oops...I mean Shannon Kizzia and Satina. Website: http://www.angelfire.com/scifi/xtasy Rating: NC-17 Keywords: MSR Disclaimer: While it could be argued that there would be no show without us rabid fans, I don't want to get anybody's panties in a bunch, so I'll say we don't own 'em. One thing's for sure...we don't profit off them! We do love them. And we know they love each other, CC, in spite of your psychotic forehead-kissing denial. Thank god DD isn't as sick as you are. Thanks for the kiss, David. Summary: While at a boring pathology convention out of town, Scully receives a friendly hello from her partner. Things get friendlier...and friendlier. Archive: Sure...share the love. Just tell one of us where so we can visit. Notes: Tonight, the part of Fox Mulder will be played by Satina, and the part of Dana Scully will be played by Shannon Kizzia. Spoilers: If I told you, that would ruin the fun! Reading this isn't going to spoil any eps for you, but if you haven't seen them all, you may not *get* some parts of it. And that would be sad. Feedback: Oh yeah, baby. You know what we like. Shannon Satina xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ----- Original Message ----- From: F. Mulder To: D. Scully Sent: Saturday, July 21, 2001 5:48 PM Subject: Hey Hey Scully, Just wondering if you miss me yet. No one to pick up sunflower seed shells after...no one to drag you off to get chewed on by zombies...no one to surreptitiously leave just as the expense report request hits the desk. How ya holdin' up? Me...I'm running out of pencils and my sharpener is emitting an odd burning smell. What flight are you going to be on? M ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hey yourself Mulder, How am I holding up? I'm exhausted. So I guess the answer to that would be barely. I just got back up to the room after 9 hours of monotonous babble by Drs. Hoffenbacher and Smyth, two of the worst smelling pathologists I've ever had the displeasure of sharing a banquet table with. These shoes are...wait...*were* killing me, and I think my blisters have blisters. Honestly, Mulder, I wouldn't mind a couple of shoulder gnawing zombies right at this minute. Maybe they could get rid of some of the tension in my neck. Sorry, but you asked. I can't wait to get on that flight tomorrow. It gets in at 7:36 PM. You planning on being chivalrous and picking me up? Oh and Mulder? Toss a number two up there for me, would you? S ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Scully, No zombies here, but if your shoulders need gnawed, I know just the man for the job. ;-) How about some Kung Pao Chicken to go with that jetlag? Oh and Scully...they're ALL for you. M ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Mulder, Regarding the shoulder gnawer, would this man also be willing to rub my low back? And if he would, how soon could he catch a flight out? I like Kung Pao Chicken better with hot saki than jetlag, but I'll take what I can get. Now Chinese, a back rub, not having to hear the word "necrosis" for at least a day, *and* knowing I'm going to be sleeping in my own bed would be a gift from the gods and worshiped accordingly. S p.s. If I had any pencils at my disposal, Mulder, they'd all be in the ceiling for you, too. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Scully, I believe I can safely say that I can meet all of your needs. Well the first three, anyway. The next flight to Seattle doesn't leave until two hours from now and would put me in about the time you were leaving for the airport. So I guess you'll have to settle for my services as a chauffeur, Chinese food delivery boy and masseuse. You bring the tattoo and I'll bring the saki. The file *did* say it was on your lower back, right? What gate? I'll be there. M ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The first three, Mulder? What happened to me getting to sleep in my own bed? Don't tell me the waterbed elves have visited me, too. ;) And it's masseur, Mulder. Unless you have something you wanna tell me. So, hidden talents? You give good back rubs and all this time I've been missing out? What gives, Mulder? And yes. It's very low. Gate 32. S ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You can sleep wherever you want, Scully. If you want a waterbed, that can be arranged. Oops...yeah, masseur. Though there are plenty of things I've thought about telling you, *that* isn't one of them. And...all you had to do was ask. How low? Lower than where I always put my hand on you? See you at the gate. M ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Re: sleeping. You're driving, Mulder. I'll be wherever you take me. If it's more convenient for you, your place *is* a lot closer to the airport... What things have you thought about telling me? I want you to tell me, to feel that you are able to tell me. You can tell me anything, Mulder. re: you rubbing my back: I'm asking now. It's right between where your little finger ends and your wrist begins. Right on that outside edge. Just below. You get so close to it. When you put your hand on me. S ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Um, Scully...if you're asking me if I'd like to take you to my place instead of yours, I think it would be risky business for me to answer that. So, exactly who was meant to see this tattoo of yours? It must be difficult to see on your own lower back. I mean, if there was something there, you'd need help to check it out...wouldn't you? I think I have some candles around here somewhere. M ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I'm tired of trying so hard to stay away from risky, Mulder. You asked me if I missed you yet, and the answer is yes. I missed you when I was standing in the jetway before I even got on the plane to come here. Sometimes I miss you when you're standing right in front of me. Now answer my question. Do you want to take me home with you? If you want to take me, I want to go. I want you to light the candles and see me, Mulder. I want you to touch where you always do, where you never have. And if those candles are Asian Spice...it could be love. S ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I'll stop by Wicks 'n Sticks on my way to the airport, Scully. See you tomorrow. M xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx I sit there for about five solid minutes, staring at the words on the screen. Willing myself to breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Scully is (gulp) ready to come home with me. Tomorrow. Oh God. Am I ready for this? Is this what we have been building up to for six long years? When I got lonely tonight and decided to drop Scully an email, I never in my wildest dreams thought it would lead to this. I just wanted...something. That easy banter between us that makes me feel human. That way she has of looking deep in my eyes and seeing all the demons there and still smiling that supernova, melt me to the ground, steal my life's breath away smile letting me know she loves me anyway. Breathe, Mulder. If you pass out, you might not make it to the airport on time. And you have to give yourself extra leeway to get those candles. Asian Spice was it? Fuck yeah, Scully. If Asian Spice is what makes you want to love me, I'll fucking buy stock in the company...hell I'll buy the goddamned company. I save our emails carefully to my special "DS" file, which until now has been filled with dry memos and back and forths regarding various casefiles. Memos which I have spent time re-reading over and over, feeling that tiny spark of life in each one that reassures me that yes, Dana Scully is real and yes, she is a part of my life. Now that file holds a small document which attests to the fact that not only does Scully care about me...yeah, love me, okay I knew that...but that she *wants* me. Possibly almost as much as I want her, but that I seriously doubt. My hands are shaking and slipping on the keys as I make sure the file is saved to both hard drive and disk. Then I sit back in the chair, hearing it creak in the quiet of the room. I let my head fall back, eyes closed, mouth open. And I breathe. I keep having to remind myself, as every time I think of the next evening my throat seems to close up and I recover with a gasping gulp of air. Before I realize what is happening, my hand has slipped down past my belly and is stroking the fly of my jeans softly. The twinge of pleasure brings me around, opening my eyes with a start. I feel my erection jump under my hand and it already aches. Of course, it has been hard since I sat down to compose my first email. Maybe before that. Thinking of Scully when I'm in my apartment always results in an instant boner, probably because I work so hard to contain myself all day alongside her. Getting here, to my retreat, my body experiences all the arousal I fight throughout the work day and I have gotten used to walking around with an ache in my shorts. I barely even think about it anymore as I stroke myself to relief every night in an effort to get to sleep. Some people use Excedrin or Sominex...for me, it's Scully. But this is different. Oh *God* this is different. Scully has let down her most stalwart wall and has responded to my teasing with acquiescence to my deepest desires. I don't even have to touch myself now and my cock jumps. For about a half-second, I consider not jerking off tonight, to save myself for the real thing tomorrow. Then I think that greeting her at the airport and climaxing as I hug her hello would probably *not* be a good start to our ultimate evening. Considering the state I'm in, that scenario just isn't far enough away from the realm of possibility for my comfort. So I reach my other hand down and carefully lower my zipper, jerking just a little as it slides over my painfully hard erection. "God, Scully..." My voice startles me. Did I say that aloud? I usually don't talk much during masturbation, but my thoughts seem to be gasping out through my lips pretty much free of any of my own control. "God, Scully, God..." My brain is pretty much stuck on those two words, unable to begin to voice all the amazement, arousal, and overwhelming emotion that the thought of Scully, here, in my apartment, in my arms...in my *bed*...is inciting. The pleasure I am giving myself with my twitching hands is close to pain, my level of arousal something I've never experienced before. I have the machinations of self-abuse down to a science by now, and usually my hand will move of its own accord, going through the too-familiar motions, bringing me to orgasm efficiently and predictably without any real effort from me. But now, as my hand slides down into my underwear and rearranges my dick so that it is free of the fly of my boxers and pointing up instead of *ouch* straight out, the tiniest bit of sensation seems to bring me almost to the edge instantly. My hips jerk forward on the chair and I hear myself grunt-gasp involuntarily, the sound almost a sob. I realize that I am almost climaxing just at the thought of finally, finally having Scully the way I've pictured her since the day she sashayed into my basement and declared herself a part of my life. I decide to make it good. Fast, but good. Keeping my hands a breath away from my straining flesh, I picture myself throwing Scully's luggage to the floor and pressing her against my apartment door, claiming her mouth with mine as my hands touch what they have been dying to touch for years...maybe forever. As my mind creates the small whimpering sounds of pleasure that I've never heard from Scully's throat, I grasp the base of my cock and stroke firmly, upward to the tip, and it is enough and I come, hard, blindingly, loudly, crying her name, sobbing it as my body convulses on the chair and my T-shirt and jeans are spattered with my release. I lay back, sprawled in the chair, jeans open, half-erect penis hanging out of the opening in my shorts, gasping for air with my head lolling over the hard edge of the chairback. I almost fall asleep that way, aswirl in shooting stars and dizziness. I start to slide sideways onto the floor and finally come out of it, quickly straightening myself, pushing my sticky cock back into my underwear and raising myself to a standing position. I look down at my computer like it is the kinkiest sextoy in the world and smile, feeling a returning surge in what should have been my down-for-the-count equipment. This one I decide to willfully ignore and reserve for later. God what you do to me, Scully. I shuck off my jeans and peel off my sticky T-shirt and pad into the kitchen for a drink, then settle onto my couch, wrap myself in my treasured Navajo blanket, and fall into a sleep filled with exploding fireworks, the wind singing in my ears. Scully is going to be mine and I'm free-falling. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Oh God. I told Mulder I wanted him to touch me. The weight of it settles on my mind. All those emails to each other, all those desires I kept under the surface of my skin. They're out there. Irretrievable. After all these years, it's out there. Oh God. I unconsciously finger my cross, feel the drop of sweat settle into the base of my throat under it. I'm breathing shallowly, afraid of moving. I stare at the screen in stunned silence. Have I just insinuated that I want Mulder to take me home and screw my brains out? Have I *more* than insinuated it? Oh, Jesus. My brow crinkles into its worried place on my face even as my lips pull back into a devilish smile I cannot control. I slink low in the chair and cover my eyes with my hand, torn between hysterical laughter and inexplicable tears. I settle for moaning helplessly. I'm giddy and sick and fearful and so very wet. Mulder and I are going to cross the line. Maybe. I am just scared enough to want to prepare myself with outs if I need them tomorrow. I let out an exasperated moan, slide off the chair, and begin unbuttoning my blouse, getting ready for bed. There is nothing else I *can* do. I pace the room as I shed my shirt, closely followed by my bra. I unzip my skirt and walk out of it, leaving it in a useless puddle in the middle of the hotel room floor. I sit on the foot of the bed to peel off my stockings, then when I'm naked except for my satiny chocolate brown panties, I lie back on the bed with a heavy sigh. Am I actually going to let this happen? Is *he*? I absently stroke the backs of my fingers down my chest and stomach. Does he really want me like that? That big, stupid smile is back at the thought of Mulder wanting me, wanting to touch me. God, wanting to make love to me. Mulder and I making love... I gasp as an abundance of liquid soaks my panties. I close my eyes and drag the material off my body. How will he touch me? Soft? Light? Afraid I'll break? I draw small circles around my nipples and arch off the bed with a groan as I feel them ball up nicely. I spread my legs and hear my lower lips part like a wet kiss. Or will he not be able to be gentle? Will he throw me up against the door and shove his erection between my spread thighs as he kisses me hard? I let my hands rub down my abdomen, undulating on the mattress, my moans of pleasure echoing through the room. I drag my fingers through my folds and circle hard on my clit. "Mulder..." I sink two fingers into my vagina, lick my dry lips, fondle my clit roughly with my other hand, wishing I'd brought my damned vibrator. But this is enough. Knowing we will be together, that these will be his hands, my partner's, tomorrow night... Shit, it is more than enough. Eight plunges of my fingers, sixteen abusive circles on my clitoris, and I am gone, arching my breasts up to Mulder's invisible tongue, crying out in anguish, in anticipation, in love. "PleasegodMulder!!" I come and I come and I come, shuddering hard on his name, rolling my head on the bed. Tears roll down my face and I breathe erratically through my mouth, my hand still buried between my legs. I wish he could see me. And I know. There will be no outs. There will be no getting around this. It is Fate. Pure, simple Fate. I take my fingers out of my heat as my breathing slows and bring them up to my mouth. I suck my essence off my fingers and hum. Then I crawl beneath the sheets, curled up on my side, and fall asleep to thoughts of Mulder licking my juices off his lips and smiling at me. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx I'm early. Really early. Like...her plane isn't really even due for another forty-five minutes, early. That doesn't stop me from hurrying through the security check and breezing past all the assorted travelers to get to Gate 32 in record time. In forty- five minutes she's going to walk through that archway, looking for me, expecting me...expecting me to what? God I don't know! Is she regretting her late-night admission, even as she fidgets, white-knuckled, in her seat, clutching her journal, wearing those sexy little wire-rims? Is she wishing she hadn't been so bold; that she hadn't let me in past those boundaries so close? My throat closes and I squint with the thought of Scully regretting allowing me in. I haven't regretted it. Not for a minute. Every second since I sent that last email has been one breathless plan to make this work. But what if she doesn't want it now? What if she wants things as they were, safe and predictable and...lonely? I'll give her that, if that's what she really wants. I'll give her whatever she needs to feel good about us, even if it rends a part of my heart and I have to swallow another disappointment and try, yet again, to pretend my next breath doesn't exist for her. I shove my clenching fists into the pockets of my black leather jacket and pace, nearly bowling over a little old lady bending to retrieve her knitting from her totebag. I murmur an apology and she scowls, but it's lost on me as I let my mind wander unfettered, free to destroy me with agonizing precision. I'm hard. Hard and aching and trying to hold the flaps of my jacket closed to hide it as it rubs against the tight denim of my jeans with every brisk stride. Fuck. If she's decided she doesn't want this she's not going to miss this bit of evidence that I really, really do. I don't want to pressure her like that. She has to feel this is in her control. I don't want her giving in to me because I'm a pathetic, perpetually-hard wreck of unsatisfied lust. I want her to want me, at least half as much as I want her. That would be enough. I finger the sweaty square of folded paper with my nervous hand and pull it out, smoothing it open for the tenth time, my thumb running over the now-tattered edges as I read our email. Yeah, I opened it back up and printed it out this morning to give me courage as I did my shopping. She wants me. She said it then. I have proof undeniable. But does she still mean it now? It's almost time. Her plane is on schedule and should be here in about ten minutes. Should I stand right at the gate, so that she sees me right away? Or would that put pressure on her to act like she's happy to see me when really she needs space? Should I be sitting in a chair, acting casual and relaxed? Or would that make her think I'm not excited to see her? Finally I decide to stand on the outer rim of people waiting for the plane, so that I will see her before she sees me, and can plan my next move accordingly. A bit unfair, I know, but I'll be able to tell from her face. I always can. I spread my feet solidly, anchoring myself with a deep breath, and shove my hands in my pockets to wait. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx The pilot has turned off the fasten seatbelts sign. My heart is in my throat. I realize I still have my glasses on and I rip them off, knowing I'm going to have those little indentations around my nose. Dammit! I don't want his first look at me to be marred by indentations! They're not sexy! I take a deep breath and gather my laptop bag and my little purse, shoving my glasses into it with a petulant sigh. What if he regrets it? What if I walk through the archway with this look of hopeless anticipation on my face and he's just sitting in those damnable orange plastic chairs looking calm and Muldery? Oh Jesus, is there a back door on this plane I can sneak through? There's something truly terrifying about the fact that I *will* walk through that door, that I *have* to. I have to face Mulder in whatever space he's occupying right now. It should be comforting...knowing there's nothing I can do about it, that they'll arrest me if I go running down those gateway stairs and out onto the landing field. Other than the prospect of jail time, that seems like the best solution really. Yes, I'll jog home via the Dulles runway. It's making me crazy, knowing there's no escape. Knowing I don't really want to be offered one. I'm so turned on right now that I'm afraid when I stand up there will be a stain on the back of my skirt. Oh shit, we're standing up! It's my turn to walk out into the aisle. My knees feel weak and I'm a little dizzy. Oh God, oh God, oh God... I need to get a grip on myself. This is *not* how Dana Scully deals with life. Oh but, this is Mulder here. This is becoming Mulder's lover. Of course I'm freaking out. I have nothing else better to do as I stand here behind this very large, very garlicky man, waiting to deplane. Will he hug me? Will he kiss me? Is that stuff up to me? Should I hold my arms out? God, I can't do that, can I?! Oh please, let him still want me. Let me see that he wants me. As I make my way out of the stuffy air of the plane and into the fake cool of the jetway, I take a deep breath and put one foot in front of the other. I can't stop the hopeful look on my face. He's going to know. He won't be able to not know. I have one last fleeting hope as I walk out of the tunnel. I hope I see him before he sees me... xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Ah God there she is! I feel myself panting like a hungry dog. I duck behind three giddy family members, scoping her out just a bit before making my approach. Her hair is slightly mussed from the blast of air when she stepped into the jetway. I'm so grateful that her hands were too full of luggage to smooth it. It makes her look just-fucked. Just fuckable. Her eyes are wide, like a frightened animal but that's the third pass of her tongue over her lips and they're parted. She seems a bit breathless. And there's no trace of that little frown crease I was half- expecting...the one that says she's trying to figure out how to make a bad situation right. She's open, flushed, and looks a bit hungry herself. I can't help the grin that makes its way across my face. I quickly subdue it and take a deep breath, lowering my face as I zero in and push through the crowd, hands still in my pockets. I come around through a throng of hugging relatives and she sees me and I see her struggle to put on her "Oh, hi Mulder" face but it doesn't work. I don't even stop walking, just reach out and grab the bags from her hands, letting them drop, yanking her in and pulling those open-in-shock lips right up against mine in a mashing kiss. She lets out this achingly delicious little whimper, her hands not touching me for a moment, her lips pressed closed, then with a sighing moan they open to me and let my tongue in and her hands slide up under my jacket, pulling me in even closer, dragging a grunt from my busy mouth. I'm grinding against her, an animal in heat and I can't fucking help myself but she's grinding back, yanking me up against her, hard, her tongue thrusting more forcefully into my mouth than I would have expected, her nails digging into my back. I snake one hand up in her hair, tilting her head back further as I claim her completely, and my other hand slides down to cup her luscious ass and pull her in until I honestly can't tell where I end and she begins. I'm drinking her, devouring her and I'm dizzy with it, moaning and grinding and sucking and probing and she's emitting all those little sounds I've only until now heard in my own heated mind, and it's better than I ever fantasized. It's real and it's her and it's all for me. I don't want to stop but I have to breathe and my knees are weak and I think I'm probably making a wet spot where I'm crushing her against my throbbing cock, so I pull back, sliding wet lips over her cheek, and resting my mouth against her neck, catching my breath. "Scully..." I breathe out, mouthing the soft, fragrant skin there. "Uhhnn..." she answers, tilting her head to give me better access. Oh god if she does that I'm fucking gone, I really am. And we're in a public place. With people all around us, probably trying to get past us. I finally realize that, and take a deep breath, disengaging my lips from her neck and hearing a tiny disappointed sigh that sends a jolt to my groin. I'm still nuzzling her neck, afraid to meet her eyes; afraid to break the spell. I move my mouth closer to her little perfect ear and breathe a moment, composing my thoughts and also reveling in the little shivers I'm inducing. "We need to pull it together, Scully," I gasp, unable to resist taking her little lobe between my tingling lips just once...ok twice. "Yes, Mulder," she says, not moving away from me, just holding me tight as the hand on her ass moves up to a more socially acceptable location on her lower back. No way I'm going cold turkey, here. We're talking slow, careful withdrawal for this addict. I stroke her back in slow circles, unwilling to release her, and she doesn't pull away, just breathing against my shoulder, and I curse the leather there because I can't feel her except for the moist puffs that bounce against my neck and my ears. God, just hearing her little panting breaths sends tremors through my cock and I can feel it drooling against her. I have to let go. I have to let go if I'm going to drive her to my apartment and throw her down and fuck her stupid. And Scully's so smart that will take a long, long time. I nuzzle her once more and pull away, letting my need to get her to the car overshadow my need to feel her up against me. I raise my head from her and look down into eyes that slowly open and they're dark and wet and so, so deep and I just have to kiss her one more time but I swear to myself I'll keep this one this side of obscene. I lower my face to hers, bringing both hands up to cup her precious face and I press a slow, warm, chaste kiss against her lips, breathing deep and letting the insatiable hunger swirl down to a manageable level. I end the kiss, still holding her face, still feeling her hot little hands pressed full against my back under my jacket. "I missed you." xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx I kind of feel like when Sheriff Hartwell slipped me that mickey in his boot mug. I have to close my eyes briefly on my arousal. My lips remain parted as they are just too heavy to close, swollen. Did Mulder just speak? I can feel the heat of his back against my hands and the phantom press of his granite cock in between my legs, right in my slick folds. I feel him throbbing there. No wait. That's me. I'm not thinking now. It seems like there's some reason not to do this right now, but I can't remember it, so I lean in again and thrust my pelvis back into his, feeling that cock right where it should be and craning my neck up to seek his mouth with mine again. What's wrong with him that he stopped? Just a little more of his tongue in my mouth and a little more grinding and I'll be coming so hard. Doesn't he *get* that??? And now he's evading my mouth. Why? "Scully." He's still cupping my face. His voice is tender. It soothes itself over my aches. "Mulder?" That was a definite whine. "We're still in the airport," he whispers. And it's like a bucket of ice water. Well, not quite. But it's enough to shock me out of trying to dry hump Mulder right this second in the middle of concourse C. "Oh God...Mulder, I'm so sorry." It's so embarrassing. I bury my face in his chest, letting my hair fall around my face. He rocks me and pets the back of my head, kisses the crown. "It's perfectly all right, Scully," he murmurs into my hair. "We'll probably never see these fine people ever again." My laugh is muffled by Mulder's leather. I turn my face to look up at him, still leaning my head against him. "Can we go now?" I ask sheepishly. "Please, yes," Mulder sighs, and his arousal is still very evident in the low rumble of his voice. I feel his voice against my nipples and they harden without a look or a touch. It's magic. I don't know how we get down to the car, because the whole time I'm feeling Mulder's hand on my tattoo. The remembered feel of his mouth opening mine sends an electrical current from his hand to the rest of my body. This is unbelievable. All the way to the car, on the silent drive to his apartment, in the elevator, all I can do is feel his presence. He's the same man I've always known. And yet I feel him so much more now. I feel how very tall he is, how he dwarfs me. And has he always been this warm? I'm standing here watching the numbers light up one after the other trying so hard not to jump on him again and I can *feel* his body heat like a little furnace beside me. I can't help touching him. I reach out my hand and take his. I squeeze his fingers and look up into his beautiful face. I finally really hear what he said to me back there in the airport. "Mulder, I missed you, too." Two fine, clear pools gather in over the hazel in his eyes, washing them green. It's an amazing transformation. I know those tears. They're for all the times we didn't admit to missing each other. They number in the hundreds. I bring his hand to my lips without breaking our eye contact. I graze my lips lightly against the back of his hand, skimming over his knuckles, placing tiny, wet lip prints along each finger, hearing how my lips leave his skin, seeing how the pools over his eyes recede into the dark. I glance down at his crotch. I see him harden more beneath the material of his jeans. A low chuckle comes out of my throat and he gasps. I look back up into his eyes as the elevator dings its arrival on his floor and I smile against his hand. He quirks a smile back as the doors creak open and he gives a small jerk to my hand to pull me out into the hall. We walk with determination and wicked smiles to his door. It feels both surreal and perfect, Mulder and I going to his place to make love. His eyes twinkle at me as he pulls me up close to him in front of his door and I tilt my head to look at him, amazed, honest, wanting, ready. He's grinning like a total lech and I absolutely love it. "Do you have any idea how hot you get me, Scully?" "I think I have some idea, yes," I answer, hoping he knows that I mean he does the same to me. But just to be sure, I grab him by the back of the head and haul him down so I can shove my tongue down his throat. I very nearly succeed. We moan into each others' mouths and I frantically try to rid him of his jacket. Mulder breaks the kiss. "Door," he says by way of explanation. I nod, breathless, and hold off on stripping Mulder buck naked in the middle of his hall, while he fishes out his keys and unlocks his door. He pushes it open and motions for me to go through first. "After you, Scully." xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx I can't believe my voice is still working. I expected that to come out as a drooling snarl, but I think I did pretty well. I watch her frantic little steps take her into my apartment and I step in, kicking the door slammed shut behind me, not wanting to take my eyes off her long enough to turn around and use my hand. I watch her jump at the sound and it unleashes something in me and I grab her, grateful that we left her bag in the car and she is free to grab me back. I pull her in hard, and I hear her breath leave her but I can't stop and I fling the keys and grip her hips, tilting my head, holding her up as I bend her backward in the force of my kiss. I slide one hand around her waist to give her support, using the other to hold her head in place as I take her mouth with mine. Her little moaning whimpers inspire deep growls from me and I'm not sure where they're coming from, my dick or my throat, as I snarl and suck and lick and stake my claim. She's falling backward and I feel the loss of balance and I spin us around and throw her up against the door, murmuring a quick apology as I hear the impact her head makes and feel it against my hand cupping it. She just moans in response, her hands raking up my sides, her leg lifted and twining around me as she pushes the jacket down my shoulders, returning my kisses with answering fervor. God, her skirt's pushed up around her hips now and she's sliding right against me, humping me. My snarls turn into sobs and the tables are turned and this small, hot little animal underneath me *owns* me body and soul. I grimace against her mouth. "God...Scully...stop..." She doesn't and just rams her hot little center against my erection in a frenzied rhythm, her strong little leg wrapping up around me, pulling me down into just the right position. She doesn't take her mouth from mine, just moaning and whimpering and then I hear what sound like words formed against my lips. "Nnnnngod...coming Mulderrrrrr..." and she jerks against me, shuddering in my arms, gasping into my mouth and it's like taking my head off, the heat of it and I grind back and feel the pulses of my own climax up against her heat, sobbing and gasping and feeling tears squeeze from the corners of my eyes as it's over in a blinding, weakening rush of white light and swirling, dizzing pleasure. "Noo..Scully...Scully! Uhhhhhnnn!" and we're still sliding against one another, now wet on wet, her leg working up and down my hips, our kiss deepening again as the tremors begin to subside. I moan in frustration, still kissing her, still holding her against the door, and I feel my face wet with tears. "Scully...god I'm sorry...you're so hot...needed you so bad...Scully I didn't mean to..." Her fingers come up to press against my lips and I kiss them, apologetic. "No, no, Mulder, it's okay...I just couldn't wait...I needed you so bad...*I'm* sorry," she says, placing little kisses on my lips, my cheeks, my chin, making me breathless with her benediction. I start to chuckle, my hand moving down her side to catch her under her thigh, holding her leg in place and pressing in against her again. "I guess we waited a little *too* long," I say, placing feathery kisses all over her sweaty, beautiful face. "Mmhmm.." she laughs back. "Guess so, Mulder." My eyes turn serious. "Don't worry Scully. I've got plenty more where that came from. Six years of it in fact." I grind against her and even then feel the blood start to return to that part of my body. "And it's all for you. All for you." She sighs and I'm undone, and I take her poor, bruised and swollen lips in one more gentler, slower kiss then pull away, lowering her leg with a slow slide of my hand up the back of it to rest on her hip. I feel my fingertips move through wetness on her inner thighs for just a moment and swallow, hard. There is time enough. Time enough for all I want to do to you, Scully. She's licking her lips now and catching her breath and I can't look away, that little pink tongue captivating every second of my fuzzy attention. I'm staring at her. Yeah, I know but I can't help it. We just *came* together. I heard and felt and *made* Dana Scully come up against my door without even taking her clothes off. I'm preening and sorry at the same time. Of course she also forced a fucking incredible climax out of me without ever putting those lovely, deft fingers anywhere near my crotch. The thought of those fingers near my crotch makes it swell to attention and I swallow and steady my breathing. "So, Scully...I can order that Kung Pao now," I say, licking her taste from my lips and wiping them with the back of my hand. She smiles. "I am hungry," she says, looking up at me from under her lashes. I swear to god I have never seen that look on Scully. Intentionally flirtatious, hot, teasing...Jesus god I don't even know if I can take this. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx I feel Mulder start to stiffen against me again already. Wow. I'm impressed. Again. Mulder just *didn't* fuck me against his door and I came like nobody's business. I think it's safe to say I did most of the non-fucking. I made that happen. He told me to stop and I didn't; I couldn't. It felt so good to feel him. To feel, not my own fingers between my legs as I whimpered his name, but *him* grinding there. I went wild for it. I was probably moaning like a whore. It felt better than any actual sex I've ever had. Because it was us. *Is* us. I realize we're standing here after we both came in our undies like teenagers, powerless to our lust, and my skirt is around my waist and the crotch of Mulder's jeans has seen much better --well, maybe it hasn't -- days, and he's saying something about Kung Pao and fucking licking those lips. I say the first thing that comes to mind. "I am hungry." And I just turned him on. Oooo, this is fun. He's so easy. I never realized how easy this would be. And he probably thought I wouldn't let him do me. How many ridiculous presumptions have we made about each other that have kept us from this? I shake the sad thought from my head and smile at him. "Why don't you order? I really need a shower." I pull my skirt back down over my hips and thighs and he pouts. I laugh and touch his bottom lip with my thumb. "You're so beautiful when you come." I don't even know what god of non-sequiter sexual comments made me say that. He takes my hand, turns it over, kisses my palm as he looks into my eyes. "Go take a nice, hot shower, Scully, and I'll take care of everything." I caress his face briefly before I turn to go to the bathroom. Just as I enter the bedroom and have stripped off my shirt and bra, I hear him yell from where he now is in the kitchen. "And no touchy feely in there, Scully! You're mine tonight!" I giggle. I can't think of anything snappy to yell back so instead I throw my bra at him through the bedroom doorway. It must have hit him because I hear his somewhat startled laugh. I also hear what he says under his breath. "My Scully...." I go in the bathroom and shut the door behind me. Not to keep him out. I just want it nice and steamy. Now that I'm allowing myself to relax, I realize it feels like I haven't showered in decades when in actuality I took a shower early this morning at the hotel. Now with plane grime on me plus sweat and the stickiness down my thighs, I feel indescribably gross. I kick off my shoes, unzip my skirt and let gravity have it. I peel off my stockings and panties and see myself in the mirror above Mulder's sink. My hair is ruffled and my cheeks are a high pink. My eyes are shiny and alive. Humping my partner to orgasm looks damn good on me, frankly. The room quickly warms as I turn the bath on, then switch it to the showerhead. I moan as I step under the luxuriant spray. Mulder's got good water pressure. It's almost like a massage. I close my eyes and just stand under the water, letting it weight down my hair and cascade over my breasts. After a long minute of just letting my new situation wash over me, I pick up Mulder's soap and smell it. Yes, this is the one he uses. It's spicy like sage and cloves. I want to smell like Mulder. I chuckle as I realize I already do. But I soap up my hands anyway and run them all over my body, into every crease, around every curve. I hum to myself as I feel my sensitive parts all thrumming from where we touched. As I turn in the spray and let the dirt and grime and sex run down the drain, I'm flooded with a new sensory awareness. I feel surrounded by Mulder. Safe in knowing he's right outside, probably arguing with Bai Wu from Dot Woh on the phone -- "Not spicy. Nu...nu.....No, I said NOT spicy! Yu....yu.....yes, no spicy! Right. Right. Okay." I pick up his shampoo and sniff. It is clean and foresty. I massage it into my scalp and wonder what his hands would feel like in my hair, rubbing my head. Even the idea of a relaxing touch is arousing right now. Mulder could just shake my hand and I'd probably quiver with need. As the last of the soap swirls away, I start to lose the hot water and realize I've been in the shower for a good 30 minutes. I get excited knowing I'm about to be out there with Mulder again. That he's going to touch me again. I quickly dry myself off and look around the little room for something to put on besides my stale, tired airplane clothes. I spot a white dress shirt flung over the knob on the door and a wicked smile tugs at my mouth. I pick it up, smell it. Yep, pure Mulder. Love it. I put it on and leave the top three buttons undone. I check out my reflection, palming a circle in the steam. I have to admit; it's sexy. I make quick work of brushing out my hair and leave it a damp auburn as I exit the bathroom. The smell of salt and curry and chicken assaults my nose. Under that is...something familiar. Ah, Asian Spice. The candles. I walk around the corner into the bedroom and it is just brilliant with the light of 20 plum-colored candles. The sight takes my breath away. Before I can even gasp, though, I see Mulder at the other side of the room, near the door to the living room. He's in a new pair of jeans and a grey t-shirt. No shoes. He's stunning. And he looks like he's going to drool at the sight of me. "Fuuuuck." It's a low, shocked hiss from between his sensuous lips. Yeah, I think he likes me in his shirt. I am on the verge of tears with how beautiful this place is, how much he tried to make it beautiful for me. It is so romantic. I've never felt so warm and cared for and cherished. I walk over to him, my emotions on my face. I reach up to cup his cheek and brush over his smooth skin with my thumb. He's so amazing. This room is gorgeous. My heart swells for him. And I feel desire flair between my thighs, feel my sex grow heavy with it. God, what he does to me. I just have to...suck his cock. I go down on my knees in front of him without preamble or warning. As I unbutton his fly I hear him stop breathing above me. My own breathing has become deep and harsh and hungry. I see his stomach suck in. He so did not expect this. Neither did I really. I just suddenly am feeling the need to taste him. I want him in my mouth. Mulder's dick in my mouth. I want it. Bad. I take his quickly stiffening penis out of his jeans and moan in ecstasy as I open my mouth around the head and hungrily kiss him. "Sccuuuuohgod!!" My fingers tickle up under his t-shirt, caressing Mulder's stomach and hips and I slurp around his shaft. I feel fleetingly embarrassed about being so enthusiatic about giving Mulder head, but I decide life is too short for that and let myself groan around his flesh. He goes fully erect in my mouth. I've never felt so powerful. I release him, but only to lick the underside of his cock like it's ice cream that's going to melt. I lick up to the head and murmur against him, half-smiling, "Mulder..." and then I bend to suck him into my mouth as I feel his large, strong hands cup my head. I scratch my nails lightly down his thighs, feeling the ungiving muscle there and his answering shiver. "JesusScully!" He starts bucking into me. I can tell he doesn't want to hurt me...is holding back, but he just can't help pulsing his hips. It must feel so good. He can barely control it. I'm so deliriously happy that I can do this for him. I wrap my right hand around the base of Mulder's dick and finger his balls with my left. I start to suck harder as I speed up and take him deeper into my mouth, concentrating on my breathing and his noises. He's so fucking hard and smooth and his skin is hot with blood. "Scully...you need...to stop....I'm....cloh-oh-oooose." Each "oh" is punctuated by a thrust of his hips into my face. I stop for only a moment, only to see his face, to talk to him. And I work my hand up his shaft as I speak. "Come in my mouth, Mulder." He shakes his head and strokes my hair, his eyes rolling shut on his impending orgasm. "I want to swallow it." He moans helplessly. "I told you I was hungry," I tease. He looks down at me in amazement. I smile crookedly and take him back into my mouth. I reach around and squeeze his ass with both hands as I bob my head over his erection, determined. I know he is watching me as I suck him. Watching me, his partner, his Scully, on her knees in front of him, in his dress shirt. I pull harder at him, hollowing my cheeks, moaning into his skin my love, my desire, willing him to lose control. It doesn't take much and Mulder is coming, spurting hot and wonderful into my mouth. I swallow him gladly and dig my fingers into his clenched cheeks. I hum around him as he finishes and I lick him clean. Mulder certainly is beautiful when he comes. When he comes because of *me*. God. When I'm done, I put him back in his jeans and button him up, grimacing slightly as I come off my knees and stand before him once again. He hauls me to him in a fierce hug, rocking me slowly back and forth. "Scully, you didn't..." "I very much wanted to," I assure him, leaning back in his embrace. "I needed to do it. For both of us." He smiles at me like I've gone crazy or like he's wondering what I did with his partner. I pull out of his arms and smack him on the ass as I head to the living room. "Now get that phenomenal butt out here and let's eat." xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx I know my mouth is open. Slack-jawed is not that attractive a look for me, but I just can't help it. Scully just gave me a blow job. On her knees. And then tucked me back in and slapped my ass. Fuck. Me. Did she say something about eating? Jesus Christ. Who can think about food? I'm not sure I can even walk. I watch her gorgeous round ass slide against the fabric of my dress shirt and decide that mobilizing what braincells I have left in order to follow her would be worth the effort. She's curling up on my couch, snugging that ass into the leather in a cross-legged pose. Holy Jesus. The front tails of my shirt are just hanging there...like a veil over a precious treasure, waiting to be lifted. Did you say 'let's eat,' Scully? I'm ready. I swallow hard and walk over to the cartons on the desk. I serve up a portion of Kung Pao and rice and pour a little mug of hot Saki. I take the plate and mug over to her and stand before her, handing her the food silently. "Such wonderful service," she says, smiling up at me hugely. "I think I'll have to keep you around." Can't help it. Goofy grin #3 is out of control and making my face hurt. I sigh and tone it down a notch as I watch her dig her fork in and scoop a hot and spicy bite into her blow-job- swollen lips. I feel an ache down low. "Aren't you going to eat, Mulder?" she says, licking a bit of sauce from the corner of her mouth and taking a sip of Saki. Oh yes, Scully. I surely am. "Uh...not yet," I say, unable to think of a convincing excuse. "I just want to watch you enjoy it." Her eyebrows rise and she regards me for a moment, then turns back to her food and commences eating, more slowly and carefully this time. I turn and go to the desk to pour myself some Saki and she stops me. "Wait, Mulder," she says, around a mouthful of rice. She finishes chewing as I hold the arrested pitcher in my hand, waiting. "Saki is supposed to be poured for you by someone else." She's right, of course, according to tradition. I watch, licking my bottom lip just slightly as she uncrosses her legs carefully, dislodging the shirttails slightly as she leans forward and puts her weight on one leg, placing the plate of almost-finished food on the coffee table. She comes to me there as I stand, stupidly, still holding a pitcher of hot Saki in one hand and a small mug in the other. She smiles and takes both the mug and the pitcher from my hands and I feel my breath catch as she strokes my hands unnecessarily in the process. My cock was in her mouth and still her fingers can drive me to distraction with an errant brush. This woman does me in. She pours the Saki, slowly, carefully, then sets the pitcher down and raises the mug to my lips. I lick them again and part them to receive the drink. She tips the mug and I sip, the harsh bite of the alcohol doing nothing to clear my swimming head. I notice her hands are trembling just a little as she lowers the mug. "More?" she asks, and I shake my head. I'm not smiling any more and she notices and her expression becomes serious as well. I breathe for a moment, drowning in the power of her eyes. Finally, I break the spell. "I want to drink you." Her lips part on a quiet sigh and her pupils dilate as I stare at them, transfixed. She closes her mouth and blinks slowly, and I reach for her, bringing my hands up very softly under the shirt she's wearing, barely letting them skim the surface of the soft skin on the backs of her strong thighs. God the little breathy sounds she makes when I touch her...I could get off on those alone, I think. But I have other plans...I really want to hear her sing. I bend to kiss her softly, then speak against the incredible silk of her lips. "Come to the bedroom, Scully. Please." I brush my thumbs along the bottoms of her asscheeks and they're so soft...and so responsive as she whimpers into my mouth and runs her hands up my chest, scratching over my nipples and fastening onto my shoulders, holding her up. I pull away slightly. I have to hear her...see her as I touch her. "God, Scully," I say as my hands slowly stroke their way gently inward between her legs from behind, tickling just barely at the hair there. She makes the little whimpering sound again and I feel her breathing hitch and quicken and my cock swells against her abdomen in response. She widens her legs for me just a bit, giving me better access, and it makes me dizzy to see her melt to my touch. To feel her and hear her respond like this. I don't kiss her though. I just look into her eyes and watch them struggle to stay open as I brush one hand around her hip and in front, then barely stroke up her center with my middle finger, holding her in place with my other hand firmly cupping her from behind. "OOohhnnnn..." She sounds so helpless. So desperate. So incredibly, wonderfully, dizzyingly sexy and delicious. It makes me hungry. I'm actually salivating at the need for her. I feel my lips part as I lose my breath and hers mimic them as she breathes hard, waiting for me to make the next move. I press up and find her slick and hot and wet for me. God, the heady power and arousal makes my knees buckle. I blink slowly, willing my brain to stay in control as I slide my finger gently through her slick folds and she moves against me, increasing the contact and moaning, never breaking eye contact. I'm going to fucking come from just this. Just having my hand on her and our eyes locked on one another. It's enough. Jesus fucking H. Christ it's enough, I swear. "Bedroom," I breathe, slowly, gently, reluctantly withdrawing my finger. She gasps and shudders, nodding. I bring my finger to my lips and suck it clean and she licks her lips, watching. When I'm done, I grab her in a tight, warm hug before getting behind her and walking her to my bedroom. The room, and in fact the whole apartment, is redolent with the smell of Asian Spice. When I lit the candles, I remember thinking that the smell was okay, but a bit sweet and feminine for my tastes. Not so now. From this day forward, that smell means Scully and sex and nothing will ever smell as good to me. Well, except for maybe Scully and sex, that is. I lead her to the bed and turn her slowly, then lower her down till she sits on the edge. I scoot her back just a bit, till the backs of her knees are at the edge, then I push her shoulders and lay her down on the bed. She fights me for just a moment. I'm sure she's not used to giving up control like this. "Just lie back," I say, pressing her more firmly, making her obey. Her chest is moving faster now, her breathing accelerating and mine is too as I see her spread out before me, hands at her sides. I stroke my hands down over her shoulders and chest, my thumbs brushing her nipples which are poking up through the soft cotton of my shirt, beckoning me. I pause there, making circles with my thumbs and she closes her eyes and arches into my touch, moaning. My cock throbs in my pants and it's as if I haven't even come tonight, though I've had two of the most memorable orgasms of my life in the past couple of hours. "Can't get enough," I say quietly, as my fingers unbutton the shirt and brush it to the sides, baring her small, pink nipples and gently curving breasts. I've never seen them before. I've only imagined what they would look like. Reality is so much more...transporting. So soft and delicate and pink and...beautiful. "Beautiful." I say it aloud, reaching with trembling fingers to barely touch the tips of them to the little nipples, elicting a whimpering gasp from her that makes my cock jump inside my jeans. I bend to love them with my tongue and lips, flicking them, then sucking them, loving like nothing I've ever heard before, the little moans and gasps and breaths this causes. She's like the ultimate musical instrument and I'm the obsessive maestro. And I've yet to really hear her sing. I slide down her body, using my hands to press her thighs apart further and she moves at my touch, spreading them for me willingly, and even eagerly. I bend to kiss the pale skin of her inner thighs and it tastes like rose petals. No other description will do here. I lick and suck and nibble, feeling I'll never get enough, but I know that what is waiting for me is going to be even better. I kiss my way up her thigh, then run my tongue along the crease where it meets her pretty pussy. She's moaning and saying "Yes, yes, Mulder," and trying not to pull my hair as her hands clutch large tufts. I don't care, Scully. Pull it. Hard. Show me how much I please you. I extend my tongue and press my face against her curls, finally tasting what I've fantasized about since the moment I met her. I lick up her slit once, twice, three times, groaning and drooling and feeling her silky wet flesh press up against my tongue, seeking more. She bucks up into my face, crying out as I settle my tongue in at the base of her clit and start to lick it gently in earnest. "UUhhnnngod Mulder, yes, yes, that's goooood," she says, her voice nothing like the Scully I've known in the past. This Scully is lusty and wanton and not afraid to express her pleasure. I like this Scully. I really, really do. I want to make her come out to play as often as I can. I lick downward, pushing my tongue into her pussy then stroking hard back up to my rightful place again, where I flick my tongue side to side, earning a new set of whimpering gasps and encouragements. "Yeah, just like that...just like that...Oh god!" I moan against her flesh and my cock presses hard, painful against my jeans. She's holding my head in place by my hair, not allowing me to move and it's so okay by me. Now she's fucking my face, lifting her hips to drive herself against my tongue harder and I match her rhythym as her motion drives my arousal even higher, which I didn't think was possible. "OH! OH! OH GOD!" She's shuddering and thrusting against me now and I don't think she's coming quite yet but I can tell she's fucking close. I press my tongue against her harder, licking up and down then side to side, varying the motions but never stopping. Suddenly she grabs my hair tightly and wrests my mouth up off her. "Wha..?" Did I hurt her? Do something wrong? Why is she stopping me? "Want you to fuck me," she gasps out, still pulling on my hair, trying to bring me up higher. "Wanna come with you fucking me." Oh God, if I wasn't ready to do just that before, my cock is screaming at me to comply now. Right Fucking Now. I jerk my head out of her grasp, painfully, leaving a few hairs behind in the process and not caring. I rip my jeans open and shuck them and my underwear off quickly, then pull my T-shirt off roughly and toss it in same general direction. I stand there, naked, panting, actually salivating at the taste of Scully still on my tongue. "Move onto the bed," I say, and it sounds like a growl, much to my own surprise. She closes her eyes a moment and then does it, scooting herself up on the bed and shifting so that she's laying lengthwise, legs spread and bent at the knees, waiting for me. I lower myself to the bed and crawl over to her and I see her trembling and licking her lips and I wonder if I look as animalistic as I feel. She must like it though, because she's throwing her head back and grabbing handfuls of my comforter with both hands. I move one leg aside and crawl in between them, kissing my way up her undulating torso, giving each nipple a lick and kiss before continuing up and sinking down on her mouth with a moan, kissing her hard and deep. She moans against me, into me, and her hands scratch up my back as she raises her hips, imploring me onward. I sink my hips down, resting my painfully ready cock in her wet folds and sliding it against her as I kiss her. It's almost enough by itself. I'm not going to last long. "Mulder...fuck me, please," she gasps against my mouth and I groan because I can't do anything but obey her now. I take myself in one hand, holding myself up with the other, and line myself up with her hot center. I press in, just a little, and my cockhead slides into wet heat. I groan. "Scully...God, Scully I'm not going to be able to last..." I apologize, wanting nothing so much as to sink myself deeply into her and thrust and thrust and thrust, fucking her into the mattress and leaving bruises on both our bodies. "Me either," she breathes, raising her hips to force me deeper. I can't help myself but to press in further, and she's wet and hot but so tight and I'm so afraid I'm hurting her. "Is...is this okay?" I ask, barely able to form words. "S'good...fuck me," she answers. My Scully. Such language. Makes me want to kiss it right out of her mouth and fuck the ability to speak right out of her. With a groaning sob, I push all the way into her tightness and then pause, feeling her throb and adjust around me, our breath mingling as we both breathe our way through it. "Mmmmove, Mulder," she says. I'm glad because I don't think I could have waited much longer. I stroke out of her then push back in and it's not quite as tight now and she's so, so wet that I don't worry as much and I start to let my body go, giving my hips permission to drive into her the way they crave. "Oh...god...Scully...." I'm pumping into her now, and the pleasure is like a hot tidal wave breaking over my body, like taking a drink after working for hours on a hundred degree day, like touching God. "Muh...Mulder...." she replies, and she's moving her hips to meet me and I know I'm not doing it too much or too hard and it frees me a bit more and I speed up, feeling myself climbing my peak, yet again. I move my hand down between our bodies, finding her clit with my ring finger, which I know will be gentler, even when I'm losing control. She whimpers and presses up into me as I start to circle it gently. "God! God! Yes! God, Mulder!" Okay, she's getting really close I can tell, and it's a damn fucking good thing because if she makes one more sound like that I'm fucking going over the edge. Suddenly her body bucks into mine, shuddering and she's sobbing and crying my name, over and over and I feel her clench and flutter around me and I'm gone. "Scuhhhleeeeee..." I gasp out, ramming her hard as my body shoots through with sparks of hot pleasure, spurting them deep into her body and it feels like I've never felt good before this...this is what it's supposed to be like to live and be and love. I feel the tears on my cheeks and I finally sink down on her, leaning to the side so as not to crush her. I feel our bodies breathe against one another. It's quiet except for our breathing for a few minutes, then Scully is the first one to speak. "Why didn't we do that sooner?" She's still breathless and so am I and we laugh together and I bend to kiss her shoulder with a sigh. "I have no idea, but it's not a mistake I intend to repeat." I kiss her lips, and it's soft and gentle and so full of love that my throat starts to close again and I'm fighting tears. I pull back and look into her eyes and I'm lost. And I don't ever want to find my way back. "Scully," I begin, feeling my soul as it aches to pour forth into this woman I just shared my body with. "What?" She's serious, too, gazing into my eyes with a deep intensity that makes me speechless. I fight that, too. I have to get this out. "I...I just...Scully I love you." I'm so scared. Scared that this is sex, not love, for her and that I'll see those Scullywalls come up and shut me out. But I don't. I see the blueness turn liquid and her lips tremble and she's the one crying now and she gives me that closed-lips Scully smile that makes me feel so loved, so cherished. "I love you too, Mulder." She said it back. I was afraid she would run and she said it back. I watch her tears fall and feel mine run down my cheeks to meet them and I can't even care as I sink my face down into her neck and cry, safe in the knowledge that Scully loves me. She wants me and she loves me. I need nothing else from this world. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ***WARNING*** Schmoopy personal notes ahead! Do not read if you have an aversion to same sex love or if you have a propensity for cavities from too much sugar. Shannon's note: This story was a journey. As much for the writers as for the characters. Satina and I wrote this over a period of two months. Two months in which she and I got closer, became different with one another, found something miraculous and beautiful. In many ways, this story is a reflection of our own progression with each other. It is tremendously special to me because of that. I hope you all enjoyed our first collaberation! :) Satina, writing this with you as I was falling in love with you was a gift whose value cannot be measured. I'll be the Scully to your Mulder any day, honey. Now everybody turn around 'cause I'm gonna kiss this woman! ;D Satina's note: When I started to suspect that I felt more than friendship for this incredible woman, I tried to cloak my feelings in my writing. We poured ourselves into our collaboration and somewhere in the middle, we decided not to hide anymore. With the first lines, we were only playing and trying to behave by making Mulder and Scully misbehave. By the end...let's just say meeting you, Shan, was magic. Airports will never be the same. Yes it *is* possible to have two soulmates. Thanks for reading, and feel free to send feedback to lmelao@earthlink.net and bizzzichick@yahoo.com! All feedback will be shared and slobbered over with enthusiastic giddiness. :-)