From: Caroline Dennis To: whispers of x Subject: [XFNC17ff] NC17ff: Senses Date: Saturday, November 17, 2001 12:38 AM For Mulder-lovers everywhere :) Title: Senses II - Mulder's version Author: Caroline Category: MSR Mulder POV Rating: NC17 Disclaimer: Oh if only...but alas they belong to another *sniff, sniff*. I treat them properly though and return them VERY happy ;) Summary: "I admit it, I finally snapped. I'm a MAN...let's face it, it was only a matter of time." Story is Mulder's version of the events chronicled in my previous story - "Senses." I would love it if you read that too, but this will still make sense if you don't. Spoilers: Nah...don't think so Distribution: Sure, knock yourself out. Feedback: Cherished, adored, printed and framed. You can find me at spangle1013@msn.com or at peter_caroline@hotmail.com Dedications: The "Gang"...they know their names. My beta Sallie, who makes sense of my rambling, and to all those who e-mailed me after the first story :) This sequel is for you. Author's Notes: See end I called a cab from the restaurant feeling extremely pissed at her. I can't believe she thought she could run away from this, from me. I felt her response, I felt it throughout my entire body. When we kissed it was like electricity. Every part of me came to life...and I mean "every" part. I couldn't even get up to go after her when she ran from the table. My legs wouldn't work, and the erection I was sporting was embarassingly visible through my dress pants. I had to kiss her. I've been building up to it for months now. I've come close to just grabbing her and forcing my tongue down her throat on so many occasions lately. I guess I just can't take anymore, my partner assaults my senses every day and after seven years I'm all out of armor against it. I'm in love with my partner, Dana Katherine Scully, MD, FBI Special Agent extraordinaire, and loyal defender of me, Special Agent Fox *Spooky* Mulder, fuck up and freak. She's my best friend in the world. I don't know what I ever did to deserve her...let's face it, I don't deserve her, but I need her. She is the light in my otherwise dark and gloomy little universe. She's saved my ass, and my sanity too many times to count...she's my reason for existing now. I learned the hard way that I have nothing left to live for without her, and I've relied upon that knowledge to keep me from wanting her, lusting after her, dreaming about her. I knew she did not need to get involved with me romantically. I couldn't do it to her, even though I suspected she felt an attraction for me also. I've finally gotten past that point. I'm consumed by my need, my desire for her. Consumed by the fire that burns in my soul for her. She "is" my soul. She *owns* me...she always has. I know she can do far better than me, but I'm far too selfish to let her go. I can't deny what I want anymore. I know she feels a pull towards me, I'm not blind. I've always known women find me at least physically attractive, even if my personality does have more kinks than a plateful of spaghetti. But with Scully, I believe it's more than mutual attraction. Scully cares about me. I think she may even love me, and I've been testing her boundaries lately...waiting for the moment to push her for more. Because it can't go on like this, and therefore something has got to give. The bottom line is, I'm a *man*...how much can I be expected to take before I crack under her assault? "Assault?" you ask "Yes." I say. Total sensory overload, thy name is Dana Scully! Don't understand me? Okay, I'll break it down for you. It's sorta like baseball...only with two extra strikes. What do you mean you don't get it? Okay, five senses...five strikes, once all five are used, it's "game over". Here, I'll explain it to you... Strike one is visual. Scully is the most beautiful woman I have *ever* seen. She turns heads wherever we go, and if looks could kill, I would have racked up an impressive body count staring down all her admirers. She's a tiny little thing really. Only 5'2, compared to my 6' frame, but she is perfectly proportioned and has gorgeous curves. She's toned and strong, a little bundle of contained fury who is a crack shot and can kick some serious ass. G-Woman Scully, my ultimate visual turn-on. Her hair is the colour of autumn, of fire, of sunsets over mountains. It's a reflection of her personality, and the passion within her soul. I know people call her "the Ice Queen," but it's so not true. She's volcanic, is Scully, and when she erupts...stand the hell back. Her eyes are blue oceans that I fall into and swim in. They see right through me, and yet still seem to like what they see. They have always told me how much she respects me, how much she trusts me. They humble me with their compassion. Her skin is pale, and creamy, freckled lightly, and soft, so, incredibly, velvety soft. Babies of the world eat your tiny hearts out. She has the most incredible, painted-by-Rembrandt mouth. Her lips are full, and naturally pouted and they beg me, they literally beg me daily to kiss the life right out of them. She has this habit of not closing her mouth all the way. She leaves it slightly parted, like an engraved invitation, and God I want to accept. I'm seduced by her mouth, completely and utterly. I find myself staring at it a lot. And when she smiles, how do you describe something of so much beauty and get it right? The sun comes out when Scully smiles...and I live to see it. Her nose is the cutest that I've ever seen. The tip of it moves very slightly sometimes when she speaks, I can't tell you how much I love that. She's eye candy, sweet and pure, and the best part is, her outside beauty only reflects the beauty that lies within. Strike two is audio. If Scully wasn't the most brilliant pathologist the FBI has, if she wasn't a kick-ass field agent, she would make one hell of a 1-900 phone operator. I swear, sometimes when she says "Mulderrr", she purrs it at me, and it always has the same effect. Instant hard-on. Over the last seven years, I have been forced to hide hundreds of erections from her steely gaze. I often call her late at night, just to hear her honeyed tones. Sometimes it soothes me, helps me to sleep. More often it arouses me, and I'm frantically trying not to touch myself until I hang up. I'll admit to a lack of complete success there...if she ever finds out, I'm a dead man. I'm not the only man her voice has that affect on either. She can be reciting the most horrific details of an autopsy, or mind-numbing scientific jargon, and still seduce grown men with the lilting, sexy quality of her voice. I've even caught Skinner's eyes glazing over when she speaks to him, and not with boredom either. The fidgeting he does in his chair is a dead give away. Her voice makes me crazy. I'll start a debate with her just to get her to talk. She thinks I'm just argumentative. If she only knew. Yes, it's a powerful instrument is my Scully's voice, and the most beloved sound in all the world. My most cherished fantasy is the sound of her voice, screaming my name, as I fuck her completely senseless and erupt inside her body. I long to hear her begging me to take her, moaning in ecstasy as I drive her out of her mind with pleasure. I'd do anything if she asked, you know...anything at all. Strike three is smell. Scully smells like citrus and coconuts. At least her hair does, I've never known her to wear perfume. I love the subtleness of her smell, clean and simple, just Scully and shampoo. I invade her personal space all the time, just to catch her gentle smell. I would know her by it anywhere, and as strange as it sounds her smell makes me feel safe. Safe because she's close. Safe because she's alive. Safe because if she's close and alive, all is right with my world. What I want now is to know the smell of her desire. To wear that essense on my body, having her proclaim me hers by marking me with it. I crave this "secret" Scully smell that I do not yet know. I do know it's the smell of heaven. Strike four would be touch. I freely admit I touch her all the time. It evolved, my habit of touching her, it started on our first case. She came to me scared and after I eased her fears, she flung herself into my arms and a habit was born. It was a shock at first, how amazing it felt to have her against me, this virtual stranger who I instinctively trusted. It felt "right" to be touching her, and from that moment on I *needed* to do it. My hand on her face, her arm, the small of her back. I dreamed up any and every excuse to touch her, and I always wanted more. I want to touch her everywhere, to have no part of her left forbidden to me. I feel connected when I touch her, I feel alive when I touch her, and when she touches me...Oh my God, when she touches me, I BELIEVE. So that's four strikes, four out of five senses already overcome. Posessed by, owned by, haunted by Scully, and yet I had one sense that had never been experienced. One small remaining wall, one last piece of armor in my arsenal of protection. So of course, being me, I threw that one out the window all by myself...and I kissed her! I simply couldn't wait any longer. I had begun to think of nothing else but the thought of how she would taste in my mouth. So I kissed her, and I found out, and now I will forever be thirsty for more. It happened like this... * * * It was a short case, an open and shut non X-File. To be honest I didn't have high hopes of it turning into anything really interesting from the start. However, it meant leaving D.C for a few days and being on the road with Scully...how could I refuse? I know my own tendencies. I get very focused on my work. Apart from Scully, my work is my life. That work is dangerous, and dark. I see conspiracy everywhere. I get lost in my brooding and I'm too often self-absorbed. Scully is my human credential. My saving grace, my conduit to normality. She keeps me grounded, keeps me honest. She validates me as a person, and she validates my work. When that work presents me with the opportunity to get away with her for a few days, I jump at it. I'm always thrilled to be on the road with her, I get even more of her time that way. I'm not lonely when she's sleeping in the next motel room. Not as lonely as when I'm home, and she's all the way across town. Scully thinks these cases make me happy, and whilst I confess to finding most of them fasinating, that's truly not why my face lights up like a Christmas tree. I'm just thrilled to be dragging her fine ass off with me, being able to sleep almost close enough to touch her. So I pouted and cajoled, and bless her she caved. So we took off for this hick town in Virginia, and a new puzzle to solve. I do admit the case had elements that have always intrigued me; dead girls, UFO sightings, no identifiable cause of death. At least that's what we had been led to believe. Scully of course had the whole thing solved in just over a day. The dead girls it appears, had run away from an abusive life, and had finally opted out altogether and commited suicide. The local coroner was, and I quote my brilliant partner here, "a complete moron," who obviously didn't know his ass from his elbow, and botched the tox screen utterly. Scully I swear took two minutes to spot what was amiss and after she ran one herself...mystery solved. The UFO sightings were a complete red-herring. Turns out this crazy crop duster preferred to fly in the dark. His aerial acrobatics were the cause of the sightings and after we had resolved that, the case was officially over. We could have made the drive back to Washington that night, and there are worse things that five hours in a car with Scully, but I had other ideas. I asked her out to dinner. I chose Mexican (for the Tequila and therefore the courage), and I suggested we just stay another night. I expected her to say "No". She said, "Sure, fine, whatever." She smiled, she gave me the eyebrow, and I did a mental high-five. I knew the time had come. I knew I could no longer wait. I hoped Scully wouldn't know what hit her. It was definitely the Tequila that finally let me make my move. Four shots of Tequila to be precise, and with my courage balled up tight I leaned in to whisper in her ear. "I want to kiss you." It was all I could get out, and it sounded lame to my ears. I was afraid she would laugh it off. She wasn't looking at me and I had to let her know I was serious, so I reached out to turn her face to mine, as my senses went into overload. Imagine I'm a circuit board...I blew my fuses, one by one. Her face was cool beneath my fevered touch, but the electricity I could feel was hot and coursing through me. She raised her eyes to mine, and like two blue laser beams, they melted the mask I always wear. Her beauty was unearthy. She stole my breath from my lungs and left my desire naked on my face. She held me spellbound, my body screaming for her. I know my eyes were speaking while my voice could not, letting her know exactly what I wanted. Touch...strike. Sight...strike. Then she moaned, I don't even think she realized it. She stared into my eyes, and she moaned really softly. I know it's because of me. Audio...strike. I almost can't move. I'm almost to scared to continue. But I will not be denied, and so I lean in further and I kiss her. My brain can't really register the fact that I'm actually kissing the woman I love, and I forget for a moment to breathe. Then my body remembers and I breathe in as I kiss her and her sweet smell mixed with spice and Tequila sends another overload through me. Strike. Her perfect mouth opens beneath mine and I accept the invitation as I have always longed to. My tongue is drawn swiftly inside, searching almost desperately for hers, needing to connect. It feels like hours, but is only moments before she brushes her tongue along mine and I am totally swept away. Taste...strike five, game over. Dear God I could die happy right now. This is so beyond incredible. I knew it would be this way Scully! You taste like Heaven, and I swear I always knew it. She kissed me back with complete abandon, tangled her hands in my hair and we drank each other in. Her eyes like mine were open, and it was Nirvana I saw. I didn't think I could fall any further in love with Scully. I was *so* wrong. I broke the kiss gently, and I could feel the smile break across my face...until she got up from the table...and ran. My legs wouldn't work to follow her. My erection wouldn't allow me to move either. I sat cursing myself for being a fool until the throbbing subsided a little, and then I paid the bill and called a cab to follow her. I am not a fool. Not about this. I may be crazy, foolhardy and reckless, but I know what I did *was* right. I know damn well that she feels it too. The chemistry between us is explosive, but it's also so much more. We belong to each other, we *love* each other, I know it. She knows it. And no power on earth is going to keep me from making her acknowledge it this time. Get ready with that white flag Dana Scully. The cab pulls up at the motel and I fairly fly out of it and back to my room. I stride over to the interconnecting door and I hammer on it demanding entrance. "Scully, Scully let me in." Let me in your room, let me in your heart, let me inside you. The door springs open and I hurry past her. I turn to face her wearing my need and my determination on my face. I tell her straight. "You ran. You can't run from me Scully. There's no place you could hide." I'm right. And she knows it. It's the God damned truth and she is going to admit it. She belongs to me. I belong to her. "I'm dying here Scully, I can't take it any longer. You assault my senses everyday and I'm giving in now. I want you, I need you. For God's sake Scully, I know you feel it too." Her expression begins to change. She knows this is inevitable. Her face cracks into the widest smile I think I have ever seen her wear. Suddenly she is in my arms, and murmuring something about tasting me before our mouths meet, and conscious thought flees. I want her naked. It's all I can focus on, and my hands work furiously on her clothing to accomplish my desire. She reaches up to undo my tie. Her fingers are trembling and it makes me smile. She yanks the tie off over my head and I strip off our jackets before reaching for her blouse. We are racing each other, but she has swifter fingers than I. She drops my expensive shirt onto the floor and I follow suit with her blouse. The cheap motel room floor is littered with our clothing. Her hands slip under my white undershirt and she begins to caress my skin. She stops one hand over my heart, my heart is racing, she can feel it. She must know it beats only for her. She traces the hollow of my throat and then moves down over my stomach, stopping at the line of hair that heads south. She licks her lips as she watches her hands. I don't believe I've ever been this hard. "Off." She commands, and I mutely lift my arms to enable her to remove this offending article of clothing. I lower my arms once it is gone, and with the softest touch I can manage I caress her shoulders. I delight in the velvet smoothness of her pale skin. My fingers play across her decolletage and then run slowly across the fabric of her bra. The satin is smooth, but Scully is smoother. Her nipples are taut. Hard little buds straining against the material, they are calling me, I hear them, and I drop to my knees taking the closest one into my mouth, fabric and all. "Oh fuck me, that feels so good." I smile around the nipple in my mouth. I don't think she even knows that she spoke that out loud. Being the smartass that I am though, I don't let it go unnoticed. "I'm getting there Scully." Oh boy am I ever. I bite her. I tease her nipple with my teeth, I do it hard, harder than I meant to, but she moans her approval loudly. I am nothing if not thorough, so I switch sides and bestow the same treatment upon her other breast. Now I'm moaning too, but not as loudly as my Scully is. I'm a great multi-tasker. I don't stop lavishing attention on her breasts, but I unzip her skirt at the same time and it drops to the floor. I pull her pantyhose down and off to join it, then I trail open mouth kisses across her stomach, as I remove the pale pink panties that are completely in my way. Scully's head is thrown back, she is gasping for breath. Her pale skin is flushed and her freckles stand out like tiny chocolate sprinkles. I reach up and release the clasp on her bra, needing to see her body naked. She is the most incredible sight I have ever seen. I nuzzle my face between the juncture of her thighs and I breathe in deeply. Her secret scent is mine at last, and is more wonderful than I could ever have imagined. I will wear this scent on me now. I will be marked with it, proclaimed hers by it, I could want nothing more. She is wet for me. It repeats over and over in my lust addled brain. She is beautifully wet for me, dear God I am the luckiest son of a bitch alive. "Jesus Scully...you're dripping wet." Can you hear the reverence in my voice Scully? I am humbled almost beyond words here. I have to taste her. Taste her desire for me, and my tongue reaches out to greedily drink from her. I hear my name roll off her tongue, I know she is watching me go down on her. I know it's turning her on. I'm going to make her come this way. Then I'm going to make her come again, and again...I will drive her insane with pleasure. She deserves nothing less. I stop only to look up at her and then I hear her command. "Strip." I smile. It's only fair I should be naked too. I can tell how much she wants to see me from the hungry look in her eyes. I stand up and pull her into my arms, sweeping her off of her feet and lowering her gently on to the bed. She scoots backwards and comes to rest against the headboard. She wants to watch the show, and I intend to make it good. I ruthlessly suppress my desire to hurry, unbucklingly my belt and pulling it from my pants a loop at a time, before dropping it to the floor. I release the button on my pants, and pull the zipper slowly down, my eyes do not leave her gorgeous face. Somehow I know, beyond any doubt, that this is a fantasy come true for her. That she has pictured me doing this for her over and over in our seven years together. I am thrilled to make it a reality, before we fuck each other senseless. My hands go to my hips and push my pants down and then off. I see her smile as she registers the fact that I am wearing Knicks boxer briefs. Then as I lose them I could swear for a moment I see panic cross her face, only to be replaced by lust. I think she's happy about the size of my erection. She looks at me from under her eyelashes and crooking her finger at me she says flirtatiously, "C'mere." "Whatever you say Scully. Whatever you say." I crawl onto the bed and push her down onto the pillows, as I gently nudge her legs apart and settle myself between them. This is where I truly belong, this is home, between her thighs. Now I have to claim her taste again, and I tell her so. "Gonna taste you...I've dreamed of your taste in my mouth for so long Scully." The sight of her laid open and bared before me is almost too much. I close my eyes to allow myself to concentrate solely on pleasuring her. I have always enjoyed going down on a woman, feeling them lose their inhibitions the closer to the brink they get. I know exactly how to drive Scully out of her mind. If she ever lets anyone but me do this to her ever again I will kill her. She is already squirming beneath me, forcing me to anchor her down as I slide my fingers inside her heat. I plunge them in over and over, opening her further, driving her crazy. When I know the moment is right, I bring them to rest on her G-spot and I press hard. My tongue settles on to her clit and I am unrelenting with her until she tenses, and finally screams as the waves of her orgasm begin to wash through her. She goes tight around my fingers, her walls spasming and contracting with a force I had only dreamed of witnessing. She is panting, and dazed and covered in a fine sheen of sweat. She is uninhibited, and magnificent and it is because of me. I gave her this pleasure, this happiness, she gave me this image to treasure forever. I rest my head on her hip while I wait for her to return to awareness. Eventually she meets my adoring gaze and I tell her what I saw. "G-woman that was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen." As she speaks she smiles, "That was amazing. You are amazing. I'm blown away Mulder. I...I have no words." I rendered Scully speechless. I blew her mind and left her with no words...and being me, I have to do *that* again! Smug-bastard-Mulder leers at her and says..."Scully, Scully, Scully...you ain't seen nothing yet." I rise up over her and bend my head to kiss her. Her dainty little hands go straight to my ass and she greedily gropes her fill. My tongue in her mouth mimics what another part of my body is very ready to do. I can't wait any longer. The ache within me to join myself to her is driving me slowly out of my mind. I yield myself to it and begin to push inside. I believe it's been a long time since she's done this. I know it's been years since I have, so I take it slowly, but I don't stop pushing until I'm all the way home. Buried within my love as deep as she is buried within me, I never want to leave. This is the most wonderous feeling in the world. She is incredibly tight and hot around me, she fits me like a silken glove. Our eyes lock. Our souls touch. I begin to move within her and I would not have thought it possible but the feeling just gets better. As I thrust in and out, I can feel the tension coiling within her once more. She is getting closer and closer to coming again. I want her to watch us move together, I want that sight to push her closer still. "Look at us." I don't recognize my own voice, it's my need talking. She does as I ask and I join her in watching myself slide in and out of her willingly body. Her juices are all over me, it's a beautiful sight. We fit Scully and I, I know we were always meant to be this way together. We kiss again and I keep my rhythm sure and steady. There is so much tension in her lithe body, any second now I'll make her release it and come for me again. As I think this, it happens. She arches her body beneath me, her nails marking me, and the clenching vice she becomes around me almost totally shreds my control. I thrust harder, faster, roughly taking her and praying she will understand that I simply cannot help myself. "Sorry...if it's rough...can't help it...God what you do to me..." Oh God Scully, dear God I'm so close now. I've got her bent almost in half under me, fucking her wildly, my need in the driver's seat, almost beyond control. In some remaining sane place inside me is the desire to make her come again when I do. "Gonna make you come again Scully..." I have to regain some time, I pull out of her and hear myself issue what can only be described as an order. "On your hands and knees..." With no hesitation at all she roll over on to her stomach, and rises up on all fours as I asked. Then she floors me, and my Scully talks dirty. "Use me...go ahead and use me Mulder. Fuck me anyway you want me...but fuck me...please." I hear the growl that comes unbidden from my throat, I grab her hips and then I slam myself back inside of her. Does she know what she's doing to me? "Do you know what it does to me...hearing you beg?" She smiles at me over her shoulder. God help me, she knows. She knows...and she likes it. "Tell me, talk to me Mulder... tell me everything you feel. Oh Mulder, you feel *so* good." I can hardly form the words, but I do try, hard as it is to describe what I am actually feeling. "This is better... more wonderful than anything I've ever known Scully. You are so tight, so fucking small and...God Scully...do you know how much I love you?" She sighs, "make me come Mulder...I need to. I love you... Mulder please..." I shift myself behind her, widening my legs to stabilize us as I pull her up and back against my chest. I reach my free hand down to stroke her, and as all hell breaks loose within her body she shatters my control. I ejaculate violently, my seed bathing her cervix in quick, hot, intense bursts. The room goes dim around me and I clutch her to me as we collapse in a heap upon the tangled sheets. I don't register another thing until the morning. * * * She awakens me next morning one sense at a time. Hearing first. Soft contented sighs as she shifts around. Smell second. The erotic smell of sex, of myself and Scully combined. Screw coffee, now this is a scent to wake up too. Touch is third on my list. Electric tingles everywhere as her hands dance over my skin. They play across my chest, up past my face and tangle themselves in my hair. Taste is next as her mouth slants over mine and her tongue caresses my lower lip, before seeking entrance. Last, but never least, my sight is ready to be awed by her. I open my eyes halfway and there is my love before me, renewed desire written all over her face. Her cerulean eyes are flooded with love. As I harden in response she tells me simply, "overwhelm me Mulder." And we begin our mutual assault anew. Finis. * * * Author's notes: Thanks firstly, once again to everyone who e-mailed me with such positive feedback on the orginal "Senses" story. You asked for the sequel, and I am happy to oblige (Mulder was bugging me for his say anyways), I hope you like this POV as much. I find myself enjoying writing from Mulder's voice more and more. It is harder (being a girl), definitely more challenging, but also so satisfying when I'm pleased with the results. I miss Mulder already, and the new season is only just begun. So I hope you lot are prepared for more of the same as I hug my Mulder close and let him have his fun. I love Scully dearly, she inspires me with her strength and her wisdom, but it was always Mulder I tuned in for week after week. I have loved the last eight years, and the friends the X-Files have brought me. I live in hope, that one day Mulder will return, and that they will finally get the ending right :) Until then, my "what S9?" bubble is fully intact and my craziness continues...you have all been warned ;) _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.aspGet more from the Web. FREE MSN Explorer download : http://explorer.msn.com [Non-text portions of this message have been removed] ------------------------ Yahoo! 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