From: Shannon To: whispers list Subject: [XFNC17ff] Touch by Shannon Kizzia Date: Wednesday, July 04, 2001 9:11 PM Touch by Shannon Kizzia (lmelao@earthlink.net) Spoilers: Season 8 Summary: After Mulder is returned, he and Scully find each other again. Rating: NC-17 for very naughty FBI agents. ;) Classification: SR Keywords: MSR Archive: Please just ask me first. Acknowledgments: Thanks so very much to Gillian Anderson for her beautiful, utterly perfect episode that made so much possible. Thanks to Kimpa for being so sweet and archiving my stories! You rock!!!!! :) Thanks also to Three Dog Night, Filter, Live, and Peter Gabriel whose music inspired this piece and whose lyrics I included at the end. And thanks especially to my dearest friends and beta-readers! Jason, the non-shipper who read this whole thing and not only kept the contents of his stomach, but enjoyed it! Mai, whose positive feedback was like a fire under my ass. And to my Scully, Indi, who is my constant, my touchstone, and who rocks my lame ass. Disclaimer: These characters belong to Chris Carter and 1013 productions. They also belong to Gillian Anderson, Robert Patrick, Mitch Pileggi, and for a little bit longer, David Duchovny. I'm not making any money off this soft porn and no infringement is intended. I'm poor! Don't sue me! Author's Note: I actually wrote this post-Dead/Alive fic before the episode aired, so it's not really your typical post-ep. It assumes M&S have had carnal knowledge of one another since "all things". Feedback: Totally! Go for it! Unless you plan to flame me. ;) Touch by Shannon Kizzia It's been three weeks since he came back, three days since he's been out of the hospital having been through numerous tests, hooked up to IV's to combat his malnutrition. Three weeks and everything in my life is as it should be. Mulder's safe and home and he loves me as I do him. But we haven't made love. Not since a couple of nights before he was taken. I'm not sure why we can't seem to touch each other. We *do* touch each other. Sometimes my arms wrap so tightly around his waist I think we must have merged into one being. We have. Mulder's ecstatic about his baby. A huge, idiotic grin spreads across my face thinking of how much he adores this kid already. Mulder is already the best father I know. He kneels to place his hands on my abdomen hourly. He puts his face close to my rounded tummy and breathes gently in the direction of our baby; he whispers things I cannot hear. He smiles a lot. And cries. They are tears of immense, indescribable happiness. Tears I share. They are tears of grief for time lost. Tears I've cried to death. We kiss good morning, me waking up in the strength of his arms. We kiss good night, me curling around him as best I can, falling asleep with my lips pressed to the nape of his neck, our fingers intertwined. But we have not made love. And tonight all I can think about is Mulder fucking me. He's still at the Bureau, in a meeting with Skinner. We had two days where we didn't have one fleeting thought about work or meetings, or what his return meant to us in the context of the work and the FBI as opposed to what it means to *us*. We actually have a week before we have to go in, but Mulder wanted to see the office today and talk to Skinner. I went in with him. He took a slow walk around our office, privately reconnecting with the space. He took out case files and flipped through their pages. He even sniffed a couple. I love when Mulder feels compelled to sniff things. When he went up to speak with Skinner, I decided to come home early, exhausted from trying to feel and comprehend how my life has changed, trying to adjust, trying to make sure everybody's okay, that Agent Doggett feels needed still, that Mulder knows all he has to do is say my name and I will be in his arms, to make sure I don't spontaneously combust. But my body is charged with the knowledge that he'll be here soon. There seemed to be something unspoken between us when we kissed good-bye. His lips left mine and his eyes bored into me as though trying to seek some answer to a question he was afraid to ask me. If it's the same question I'm asking myself, it might just get answered tonight. For whatever reason we haven't been back into that bed together for anything but sleep, whether it be our fear of rejection, fear of it overwhelming us, of it not being the same as before, I want more tonight. I need it. I will take the chances. I will fall off that precipice and hope to God Mulder catches me as I know I can catch him if he'll fall again for me. The months without him have left me past the point of longing. Right now as I clean up the dirty dishes from my meal of pasta and marinara sauce, tears well in my eyes my desire is so strong. My panties are soaked through with just the thought of his hands on my body, in my hair, his lips tugging at my nipple, his cock sliding across my sex in rhythm to my moaning. I can't stand it. I fall back into my old pattern, the one I adopted a month or so after he disappeared -- the desperate attempt to get off, to somehow feel him in me if only in memory and with my own hands. I go into the bathroom now and start the water running in the tub. I put on a selection of CDs and program in the songs. Filter does a remake of Three Dog Night's "One" that really gets me. That is first. How many nights have I done exactly this? Tonight will end differently. Although, I'm finding it difficult to believe that it will, that it can. I strip these clothes from my body. I go back to the bathroom which is quickly filling with steam and the scent of honey and almonds from the oils I put in the water. I brace my hands on the cool sink counter and close my eyes. I see Mulder come up behind me, snake a hand around my middle, cup my breast. I let go the breath I didn't know I was holding and gasp out loud into the lonely room, feel my breath as it hits the mirror and comes back to me. I open my eyes and look into my reflection, see the pupils dilated, see the hair tossled, see my bosom heave with my deep breathing. I see need and ache and hunger. I open the bathroom door, knowing the steam will escape, but needing not to have any barriers around me tonight. I step to the bath , turn off the water. The tub is full and I don't want to wait for the water to cool slightly before I submerge myself. I ease my right foot in, toes first. It's hot, but I know my skin and muscles will get used to the temperature, will relax if given time. Slowly, I ease my sensitive body down beneath the water's surface. It envelopes all but my head. I look down at my turgid nipples. My breasts have begun to get a little heavier. My belly is round, but still not huge. It doesn't quite clear the water's surface yet, though it will with very little more time, and I trace around my navel with the middle finger on my left hand. I let my knees come up, my feet settle on the slick floor of the tub. I feel the coolness of the air against my now exposed skin. Steam rises up off of my thighs. I take my left hand from my softly rounded middle and bring it to my right breast, lifting it out of the water, running my thumb over the already tight nub. As I squeeze my breast, I let my other hand trail down to the copper curls just above my clit. I let the fingers tangle and rest there, hearing my own sigh echo through the room. It occurs to me that Mulder could be here any minute now, that he will eventually come through that front door and find me here touching myself in the bath. The thought is unbelievably arousing to me. I feel a flush of heat between my thighs. I feel liquid and I want him to be here soon to lick it away. I don't know what Mulder is afraid of or if he is waiting merely because he senses fear from me, but right now the only thing I'm afraid of is going insane from not having him. Suddenly, I think of Mulder that first time we made love. I think of how slowly I undressed for him. How I crawled onto the bed, over him, and how his hands came to hold me just beneath my ribs, his thumbs high on my stomach and how that smallest touch sent spasms through me. It sends them through me now. I let go of my breast and put both hands on my thighs. I stroke the tops, slick with oils, come underneath, pulling my fingers along the muscles in the back of my legs. I cup my ass, squeeze, tilt my pelvis up, squeezing the muscles of my vagina and then releasing them as I lower my hips back down. I envision taking Mulder's ass in my hands and squeezing as he pumps into me over and over and over. I let my fingers brush over my clit. It is slicker than I'd even realized. I take a brief foray down further and find that I am sloppy wet for him. This angle is not enough for me. I move up onto my knees and rest my hands on the tub floor near the faucet. The water is just deep enough to halfway cover my slick opening. I shift my knees farther apart, preparing to sink my fingers into my wetness, but my movement disturbs the water and it gently licks up at my opening nearly to the tiny pucker of my anus and I'm hit by a powerful memory of Mulder's mouth on me. I keep my hands planted and easily, as to not splash too much, rock my weight forward and back. The water laps at me again and I groan and toss my head back. I start a gentle rocking, letting the hot water lick my pussy. I can almost, *almost* feel his lips and tongue. I can't help but cry out, "Oh god Mulder..." I am shocked by the actual sound of his voice behind me and I quickly turn my head. "Scully. Ah, Scully don't stop. Please." He sounds almost desperate. "So beautiful. You're so fucking beautiful." I take a moment to memorize his face, the way he's looking at me, kind of sad and definitely turned on. I keep my eyes on him as I slowly rock my hips back and forth one more time. He inhales sharply and I am proud that I can do this to him. I close my eyes and arch my throat as I arch my buttocks a little higher in the air and begin slowly rocking again. A kind of low, growling whisper comes from my parted lips. "Mulder...." I hear his labored breathing and I know I have to watch him watch me. I turn my head to see him again. His right hand is fingering his crotch. He's barely moving, but I know he needs his cock to be touched. I bring my gaze to his face as I stop my rocking momentarily and arch my back just a bit more, feel the cool air on my opening. And then I relax those muscles and allow myself to open up wider for him. I know his eyes are between my legs. I see them widen as I give him a better view. "Jesus, Scully," he utters in mild shock and appreciation. I feel his eyes on me like his hands and I am ready to come all over myself just from how much it turns me on to feel him watching my pussy. I start to move again and his hand tightens around his shaft, still encased in his pants. But after only a minute more of this I realize I can't go on without him. His eyes are magnetic and I keep mine locked with him and I come up off my knees, rising out of the water, feeling and hearing it fall off me in rivulets. He's stripping off his shirt and god, he's beautiful, too. I tear my eyes from his to let them devour his chest. I know I must look almost mad with my hunger for him, but I don't care. The huge bulge in his pants tells me just how much he wants and needs me, too. A small smile tips up the corner of my mouth as I step out of the tub toward him. He doesn't care that I'm soaking wet. He takes two long steps toward me and takes me almost roughly into his arms. The air is pushed out of my lungs as a sigh-groan. I vaguely remember him pulling me off the Antarctic ice and feeling that similar rush. He's so powerful and I'm so small, but he takes such care of me, is so careful not to hurt me even in the throes of passion, even when I'm driving him crazy and he's losing control in his climax. My hands go to his hair, my lips seek his in a bruising kiss, mouths immediately open to receive each others' tongues. He thrusts his tongue past my lips and suddenly I want nothing more than his dick in my mouth. I let him ravish me for several more precious seconds before tearing my mouth from his. He moans his disappointment, but already I am going down on my knees, unzipping his pants, stripping them down his legs, throwing them away from us to the floor. I take his cock gently into my hands. I look it over, enjoying how my eyes on him make it twitch. I smile. Mulder is absolutely gorgeous. Large and proud. I'd never wanted to suck a man's dick at all before this man. But somehow I long to taste him and hear how my name spills from his throat as I work him between my lips. I take one rather tentative, slow, circular lick around the head. The touch sends his hands onto my shoulders to steady himself. He widens his stance, the lean muscles of his quadriceps stiffening. I blow on the tip of his penis and take one more leisurely lick, but I find I have a need to seriously bathe him now, really go down on him in a way that will make him scream my name. So I keep both hands wrapped around the root of him and start sucking on the head. No beating around the bush for me tonight. I can't tease him. I need to taste his cock, his skin, feel how hard and ready he is, pushing against my tongue and lips and teeth. He quivers. One hand finds my hair and soon the other joins it. His head is thrown back and I glance up from my work to see the graceful line of his throat as his mouth opens on a breathy, "Scully..." He pumps his hips into my face ever so slightly and I take him a little deeper. I can't take his entire length in, but I know this is more than enough to make him lose it. I rake his balls with my nails and this gets me another throaty gurgle of intense appreciation. I can't help but smile around his cock. I realize something in this instance: I'm having fun. I want to giggle. I *am* giggling. And I guess the vibration of my voice around him sends him into some new realm of pleasure, (which only makes me want him more), because he stumbles and I let go of his length and grab his ass tightly with both hands. His right hand cups my face. "Fuck." he hisses. "Scully, it's been so long. I'm so close. Need...you to stop for a sec." I oblige, giving him one last suck then making my way to my feet. Both his hands are on my face now and I'm looking into his eyes. Everything is there for me to see. I try to tell him with my eyes, too. **** I pull my car to the curb and kill the engine. I give myself a moment to check out the light coming from her windows. Yep, she's in there. I only go home now to my own apartment to feed my fish. I have no interest in being where she's not. I've been there for so goddamned long. Since I've been home, everything that I would have thought important just plain isn't. Scully is everything. It sounds so fucking cheesy, but I can't say it any other way. If I don't have this woman in my arms 24 hours a day for the rest of my sorry life, I might as well get back on board that spaceship and zoom away for good. And now that I'm here tonight, I can't help but imagine what it would be like to slip between her thighs again. Those unbearably sexy and strong Scully thighs. My groin is already tightening at the thought. I have only one worry. It's why I didn't just jump her my first night out of the hospital. She probably thinks I wasn't up for it, and I probably really wouldn't have been at my best. How sad would that be if she's waited all this time and I'm in her for 5.6 seconds before I blow my wad and leave her saying horrible things like, "It's okay. Really." Pathetic. But that wasn't it. Wasn't why. No. I'm worried about our baby. It's illogical and irrational as hell. I know. But shit. This woman has wanted a child for as long as I've known her. She had every last ovum, every last chance, stolen from her. She had a child given to her by evil men's science and lost her to those same heartless rat fucks and their experiments. She went through fertility treatments and I had to stomach the pain in her eyes, brimming with tears she didn't want to let fall, when she came to me to explain that it hadn't worked. And somehow, after seven years, she and I managed to find our way to each other. Or rather she had the guts to come to me, offering herself and wanting my offering in return and we finally broke down that last wall and fell upon each others' bodies like starving animals. And from that she is now finally, *finally* pregnant with this child. I am so fucking scared of doing anything at all to jeopardize that. I'm virtually walking around on eggshells with her as it is. There should be no reason for sex to be a problem. But my quirky little Mulder mind still finds a way to repeatedly ask the question, what if I make love to her and hurt our baby in the process? I couldn't live with myself. I know that must sound pretty comical, too, like I'm giving myself an amazing amount of credit. That I'm just that big and that powerful. But it's not like that. I'm just not sure if I can trust Fate. The same Fate that stole her sister and mine and has fucked us over in so many creative ways. So I haven't touched her. Not in that way anyway. And it's been nothing short of amazing to just hold each other. That first night in her apartment, when she came out of the bathroom in those pale blue silk pajamas and crawled into my arms, I couldn't do shit but cry. I laid there and cried into her hair and she cried right back and after we were done crying and whispering many, many I love you's, we laughed giddy and child-like in the moonlight and then we gave in to sleep. And boy did we sleep. Til eleven the next morning. And waking up with her sprawled on top of me, half on her side to avoid crushing Junior.... I felt like the luckiest bastard alive. I rolled her over and spread feather light kisses across the still small swell of her belly. She woke up to my lips just under her navel. She sighed and stroked my hair and that was it. That was enough. Now I know we both need more. My need is at this moment threatening to burst forth my my Hugo Boss slacks and bump excitedly against the steering wheel. I feel like this thing could cut glass and I haven't even laid eyes on her yet. Sheesh. My mind conveniently made up by my dick, I get out of the car and jog across the street to her door. I use my key and go inside, hesitating only a moment before using the key in the door that will put me in her apartment. I go inside and the first thing that I register is the music. It's an old Three Dog Night tune, but made heavy and dark and sexual by some newer band. I like it. I then hear the water running in her bathtub. Almost as soon as I hear it, it stops and I hear her getting in. Scully bath time is not something to fuck with I've learned. It's best not to invade her sanctuary unless there's a world-wide contagion or you're armed with Ben and Jerry's. But I think I need to risk being told to get the hell out tonight. Somehow I don't see it playing that way. I'm getting better at reading the Scully vibes and if I'm right, she's been nearly as sexually frustrated as I've been since being put back in her vicinity recently. I think she's feeling our physical separation as acutely as I am if not more. I'm not ignorant of the hormones of pregnant women. I figure she's either going to pull out her gun and shoot my good shoulder or she's going to pull me down into the water, suit, shoes, hard-on and all. I take off my jacket, tie, shoes, and socks and leave them folded up by the couch. Just in case. Nothing has prepared me for what I now see when I cross the threshold into the bathroom. Scully is touching her clit. Right there. Plain as day. I see her fingers in her folds, separating them a bit. Her index finger and her middle finger press lightly to either side of her bundle and jesus fucking christ that noise that comes out of her! Somewhere between a womanly sigh and a cat-like mew. Yes, I can die now. But her hand doesn't stay at her clit. She reaches down lower between her labia and I see her fingers disappear there for a moment. I want to speak, tell her I'm here and I'd be happy to take over, but something roots me to this spot and silences my voice. This is such a gift. My conscience tugs at me for that label. Let's be honest, Mulder. It's stolen. You're being a voyeur here. And I feel a twinge of guilt even though she knew I'd be here, maybe even hoped I'd find her this way, get an illicit glimpse of Scully touching herself. Hell, the door was wide open! Scully always shuts it. Can't lose that precious steam. We've made love quite a few times -- we were on a pretty regular bi-weekly schedule since that first time -- but this is something I had not yet been exposed to, the unrivaled beauty of my partner masturbating. Suddenly, she sits up and crawls up onto her knees still facing mostly away from me, placing her hands on the floor of the tub in front of her. I am going to explode. I just know it. She's unwittingly given me the most spectacular view of her sweet cunt. I've got the best seat in the house for her rosy, plump clit, her slippery vulva, and fuck, even her little anus way up in the air as it is. I want to weep at how sexy she is. And not only that, all of a sudden, she looks so sweet and innocent. I can't decide which I want more, to fuck her senseless or gather her up in my arms and rock her to sleep. And then she moves. She shifts her knees apart and she gasps from the stimulation of the water against her sex. She must decide she likes it, because she quickly sets up a rhythm and gets to gyrating. Before I know it, my name comes out of her gorgeous, round little mouth and I can no longer be invisible here. I speak. "Scully. Ah, Scully don't stop. Please. So beautiful. You're so fucking beautiful." And goddamn, but she doesn't come over to deck me or look ashamed or anything of the sort. Instead she gives me a show. She lets me see how turned on she is, lets me see what not only the water does to her, but what me watching her does. She wants me to know how hot that gets her. I'm amazed at this woman. It's been 8 years and she still blows me away on a daily basis. I hadn't even realized it until now, but my hand has dropped to my crotch. The feel of my fingers through my dress pants doesn't at all resemble what her hands feel like on me, and I don't know how much longer I can remain a spectator. She looks around at me again and sees me wanting to take myself in hand. The look in her eyes could be deadly if she weren't so flushed with her desire. It's a look that is hard and she meets my eyes, dead serious. Then she softens almost imperceptibly, her mouth opening, her head tilting back just slightly. She lifts her ass an inch higher and opens her sex to the cool air, to my hungry eyes. Right now they must be ready to bug out of my skull! I am transfixed by the juncture between her thighs. I want to be in her so bad I feel it through my whole body. My hands tingle, my mouth waters. "Jesus, Scully." I think I just croaked like a frog. I don't know what that was. I hope she's not about to laugh. I'm about to have a screaming orgasm! She starts her pulsing again and I grab my cock through my pants like I think it's gonna get away from me. I can't handle this visual assault much longer without becoming a participant. Luckily she either reads my thoughts or feels the same because she stops and stands up, water running off of her, over her breasts, , and over her beautiful stomach, down her legs. I get my shirt off as fast as I can. Her eyes drop to my chest and I feel like the Thanksgiving turkey. Scully might not be readable by most people in this world, wasn't to me for a long time, but there's no doubt in my mind that Scully likes what she sees. She looks like she wants to bite me actually. She steps out of the bathtub and I don't waste any time and go to her, pulling her to me with more force than I meant to. She kind of grunts and grabs for my back to steady herself. I barely have time to comprehend how her bare breasts feel against my chest, that electric jolt of skin on skin, when her hands get a firm grip in my hair and pull my mouth down to hers in what can only be described as a violent kiss. She's totally fucking me with her mouth! And I'm fucking right back. Fox Mulder can be a team player when he wants to be. It's my dirty little secret. That and how long and how much I've wanted Scully like this. I guess that secret's out. To her at least. And to everybody else with eyes. I've probably been kidding myself that it was ever any kind of secret to begin with. All thoughts are pretty much null and void as we continue to kiss. I want to be able to suck at her and tug at that lower lip for about another 3 hours, but suddenly her mouth is gone. Damn her. She's calling the shots and she's calling them fast! Before I can put in a formal protest, she's on her knees in front of me, stripping my pants from me in a blinding flash. I almost fall over when she pulls first one leg up and then the other to get me free of them. I'd laugh, but now her hands are on my shaft and I haven't felt this in so long and she's tonguing me and fucking GOD! I grab at her, certain I'm about to fall on my ass if I don't. She starts in on me in earnest and I hold her head. I'm kind of shocked that my hands are so gentle. I feel like a goddamned animal. I can't help thrusting into her mouth and she encourages me with a squeeze to my cock and an extra hard suck. Where did this woman come from?!?! And why didn't we do this in that motel in Oregon for Chrissakes? Because we respect each other. And we're both totally fucked up. I feel her teeth suddenly as she smiles. I look down her her, at her mouth around me. She starts to giggle around my cock. I had no idea it would be possible to become more aroused, to get harder, but I do and the sensation of Scully's vibrating, humming lips on me almost knocks me into the next room. Well, that and the sight of my cock in Scully's, my partner's, mouth. Fuck me running. I lose my footing and she captures my ass in both her hands. That only makes matters worse. I think I'm going to come in the next 3 seconds and I manage to somehow tell her so. God bless her, she gets how really, very close I am and comes to stand again before me. I love her so much right now. Aw shit, am I going to cry??? I feel better when I look into her face, because it's like looking into a mirror. I see her love for me. All of it. She's sending it to me. Honey, I know. I know. I send another message her way, this one not telepathic. "Scully, we gotta get out of this bathroom and into a bed pronto so we can fuck each others' brains out in style." "You read my mind, Mulder." And she's beaming at me, laughing, coming up on the balls of her feet, wrapping her arms around my neck and I give a gentle pressure to her lower back as I lean down to meet her in the sweetest kiss I think we've ever shared. **** I'm laid out on the bed, my arms thrown over my head. I have no covers on me. My skin is bare, hot. My nipples are erect. I love the feel of the air on them. One knee is bent casually. I am waiting. I watch Mulder as he pads around the room looking for matches. He's, of course, totally naked and I smile as I watch him move. He's so lean and long and muscular. I push down the urge to order him to come back and cover me with his body. It is so wonderful just to get to watch him. I follow his every move. How his shoulder blades flex and then as he stoops over how his back rounds from his shoulders to his sacrum just above his ass. They're not in the bottom drawer. That's my underwear. I could've told him that, but I'm enjoying myself. He's hesitated at my undies, lifting a few and feeling their texture between his fingers. I love Mulder's hands. They are strong with long fingers and he uses them well when we make love. "Try the nightstand," I say and watch him unbend to come over to the side of the bed. I roll over onto my side and reach out a hand to draw my forefinger from his hip down his thigh and back up, around to the base of his spine, dip into the crease between his hard cheeks. I really, really like Mulder's butt. I smile as his lips twitch up. He doesn't look at me, but keeps digging through the drawer. "You coming on to me, Agent Scully?" He's asked me this before and I've always either rolled my eyes or changed the subject or both. Tonight I get to say, "Yes." I draw figure eight's across is lower back. "You feel like gettin' lucky tonight?" "If I don't get lucky tonight, Mulder, I'll make sure it goes in your record as a formal reprimand," I quip. It feels good to banter, to tease each other and know our mutual fantasies can and will be fulfilled. Suddenly, I have this absurd image of drawing "I heart Mulder" on my briefcase. I inwardly roll my eyes at myself. I'm so gone. "Found 'em," he announces finally and I let my hand fall back to the bed as he proceeds to wander around the room lighting candles. There are about ten of them and after he's done, he flips the lights off and we're left in the ambient glow. He turns to me and I stretch like a cat. His eyes make a slow voyage over my body. My neck and shoulders.... I shift and arch my back when his eyes dip lower so that my breasts push up, my nipples begging for him to come feast. He chuckles, "Oh, Scully." I purr at him in the semi-darkness. He looks over my stomach and he gets a soft look to him. Then lower he goes, to the apex of my thighs. He licks his lips. He travels over my legs and I rub them together, enjoying the friction, but needing him. "C'mere," I say. My voice is lower than normal, aroused. He obeys. Good Mulder. I've decided to wait and see what he wants to do to me. I'll have my turn to be the aggressor. I'm in the mood now to let Mulder command my body. A shiver goes through me at the thought of how well and how easily he can. It's almost scary how easily and powerfully I respond to Mulder. If I didn't love and trust him as I do, I'd be embarrassed. It's okay to be an easy lay with Mulder. I know he worships me. My Mulder. I smile a lazy smile and watch him as he stops by the foot of the bed. He is a vision. Over 6 feet of golden skin over strong muscle, with hair sprinkled over his chest and legs and a little darker around his throbbing cock. As I look at it, he groans. "You're so beautiful," I whisper to him. He goes down on his knees, and I put my arms under my head and look into his eyes, curious. I watch him drape his torso over the cool of the sheets. Suddenly, he takes ahold of my ankles and pulls. I let out a startled little "ungh" sound. He's got me down near the foot of the bed. He pushes my knees apart and strokes my inner thighs, still holding my gaze. A ragged sigh escapes my lungs and I settle into my new position. His hands are soothing and exciting. He gets so close to where I need him, where moisture is pooling quickly, but he waits. He switches between soothing with the palms of his hands, tickling with his fingertips just barely touching me to where I strain to feel him, and nails raking my skin making me groan and pant and hiss. He bends down to kiss my inner thigh, open-mouthed. "Love you, Scully." "mmmmm...love you....." I lift the leg he's kissing and hook my heel over his shoulder and let my other leg fall open wantonly. I drop my head back down to the bed, arch my throat as my breath becomes irregular. I close my eyes and there is just his mouth now having shifted a little higher on me. His hands come to rest on my tummy. He's kissing my sensitive flesh, so very close.... "Mulder....feels so good...." He speaks against my skin and I feel his voice. "I want to taste you, Scully." I whisper, "Yes. Please, yes, Mulder." "Do you want to feel me licking you, Scully?" "Yes." "Feel my tongue inside you?" "Jesus, Mulder. Yes!" "I want that, too," he says and then I feel his lips on my belly button, licking and kissing down to the springy curls hiding my clitoris. He slips his hands between my legs and separates my folds with this thumbs. I feel him shift, feel his mouth close to me, his breath. I am impatient and arch to try to push into his face. I don't make contact, but he doesn't let me suffer. His tongue makes one, slow lap at me, this first contact sending me reeling. I cry out wordlessly and clutch at the sheets. His tongue lies flat and he pulls it along my sex again. Once, twice, threeeeeeeee. Oh god yeah. I hear him sigh contentedly as he licks me over and over again. He licks me clean and I get wet and he licks me clean again and I feel a rush of wetness flow down to meet him. His lapping gets deeper. He pushes into my opening, but still continues up to my clit, this time circling it, flicking it this way and that, before dipping lower again and repeating the process. I am quickly losing my mind. "Oh yeah....more....." I open my legs so my knees both touch the bed and I tilt my pubic bone up and release, up and release, gently, lazily moving against his face. His mouth covers me, tongue working faster now. I bite my lip. He's driving me crazy. I try to tell him. It comes out, "Mulder...crazy." He laughs against my clitoris and finds my left hand with his right, entwining our fingers. I laugh as well, knowing full well what he's thinking. I look up at him and his face appears over my mound. He says it totally straight. "Scully, save your goddamn strict rationalism for the office." We share a lopsided smile and I giggle and squeeze his hand. He buries his head between my thighs again and my laughing turns into a choked sob as he plunges his tongue into me. "Fuck!!" My voice doesn't sound like me. I like it. I like how out of control I sound. I want him to know how good he is, how he can make me lose myself. He grunts. I know he's aroused by my voice, by my movements, by how soaking wet I am. He circles his tongue around the rim of me until I think I'm going to cry. Then he takes his hand from mine, puts both of his under my ass and lifts me off the bed. I plant my feet under me and thread my fingers through his hair. He starts to lick fast at my clit. He keeps this up for several long minutes, taking an occasional sweep of my entire pussy. He's making all kinds of slurpy, yummy noises down there and I find that I've begun to moan continuously. Just moments away from what I know would have been quite an orgasm, he leaves me. I groan at the loss of his warm breath and mouth. But he is urging me over onto my knees and he's coming up onto the bed now, sliding beneath me. Oh jesus fucking christ, he wants me to sit on his face, is pulling down on my hips to settle me on top of him. I see the desperation in his eyes. I feel it. I spread my legs and straddle his mouth, latching on to fistfuls of his hair with both hands. And it's better than good. It's fucking unreal. He is encouraging me to move on him, to undulate my hips. I feel so out of control. I want to grind into his face and throw every obscenity in the book. He can't know what he does to me, how this feels! I barely know what I'm saying to him, but I'm talking, yelling, my pitch getting higher and more and more excited. "You're so good! Holy shit. Oh, Mulder. Shit! Oh God!" I'm so close. I'm bucking against him and he's gripping my ass. "Mulder! Fuck! Fuckmefuckme, oh fuck me!!!" He presses his tongue hard against my opening as I spasm. It seems like hours later as he eases me back down to the bed. He somehow scoots us up to where we can both lie together, my head against his shoulder. Slowly, I begin to breath normally and he strokes my arm. "Mulder?" "Yeah, Scully?" "You had me big time." I smile into his neck and playfully nip at him. He starts to growl and flips me over onto my back. I think he's going to kiss me or caress me or something that will have me begging for him to fuck me within minutes, but instead he tickles me. The bastard pins my wrists above my head and tickles my armpits, my sides, my thighs, my knees, all the while with me kicking and screaming and laughing and writhing. "I'll show you big time. You wanna see big time? Well, I'll just..." Mulder's mouth falls to the underside of my arm, nipping and sucking as his fingers fly over me and I yelp and protest. He lets go of my wrists and though I'm still crying out and wiggling beneath him, my hands urge his head to my breast and my legs open up for him. As quickly as he began his assault he now slows, kissing at the side of my right breast as he settles his hips between my thighs. We both gasp at the first feel of his erect cock against my soft and still very wet pussy. His head jerks up to look into my face, to see in me that I am as amazed as he is. "Wow," I breathe. "Yeah," he replies. He puts his head back down against my chest and nuzzles at my breast for a while. Mulder likes to nudge me with his nose. He gets a good sniff in here and there, too. He makes me want to go outside, naked as a jay bird and yell to all of D.C. that I am fucking Fox Mulder. I don't know why. My brain is gone. I'm so happy. Who needs a brain? The thought makes me laugh. I, Dana Katherine Scully, no longer need my brain. Would anyone like to purchase a perfectly good brain cheap? Mulder's hands lazily move over my body as he nudges my breast this way and that. He brushes his hand over my belly often. Just when I think I could fall asleep if he keeps it up, he shifts so that he's cupping my breast in his hand, kneading softly. He leans down and kisses the under side of the other breast. I knew he'd get around to my breasts sooner or later. He really seems to love them and can generally spend a good deal of time on them alone. I have no complaints. He's found my nipple with his lips now and is rolling his tongue around the nub, bathing it. I arch up to his mouth and he opens wider to suck me. Mulder is unbefuckinglievable with his mouth. I can't believe he has anything left after what he did between my legs. His hand is doing amazing things to my other breast as well. His thumb bumps my nipple and then he pinches it so carefully between finger and thumb. Hoo-boy. He's going to kill me. "I hate you, Mulder," I sigh into his hair. He looks up at me with that hound dog face, my tit falling out of his mouth. "But I'm so lovable, Scully." "Then let me love you now." **** I roll over at her urging. She places confident hands against my chest and eases me down to the bed on my back. I had kind of pictured hovering over her protectively as I pumped slowly and thoroughly in and out of her, bringing her to her climax after an hour or so of leisurely lovemaking. Not that I would have been able to last. But I would have liked to have tried. But Dana Scully has other ideas tonight. She wants to be on top. And I'm in no place to argue. Nor do I want to. Coming into Scully while she towers over me and rides my cock is something I would sell all my porn for, give up my badge and gun for, you name it. And I still have her taste in my mouth, can still hear her calling out my name and cursing and wailing, and those things have me smug and pliable. Not that I would ever assert my will over Scully's in bed. Her will is mine. But something tells me, I'll get my chance to be the big alpha male. The fact is, I know it turns her on. She rolls her eyes at me and tries to look disapproving, but she loves to be taken, fucked blind and deaf. There's a very good bad girl inside my Scully. She lets me see it because she knows I adore her and because she knows I love to do it and she loves me enough to let me. She's throwing her leg over my waist now so that one knee is on either side of me. She leans on her hands over me, her breasts dangling down almost to my chest. She brings her face close to my ear. "How do you wanna get fucked tonight, G-man?" Yes, this is definitely the bad girl. What do I say? My mind is mush. I want to be able to reciprocate with some dirty talk, but when Scully gets this way it just floors me and I usually end up mumbling something incoherent and just kissing her. I take her breasts in my hands and give a squeeze. Maybe that will say it all. "You wanna rub your cock between my tits?" Oh my god! Oh my fucking god! I can't breathe so well. I really need to say *something*. "Guuuuh." That was real intelligent. Not to mention sexy. She lowers her hips so that the head of my cock is just touching her moist center. She moves so that I'm rubbing lightly against her. Her lips move on my ear when she speaks. "Or do you wanna just slide it in right now and let me bounce on it for a while? Whatever you want, Mulder. I wanna do things to you that'll make you come so hard you black out. Just tell me how you want it. You wanna be in my mouth again? Huh? You wanna fuck me from behind?" And all the time she's moving and I'm rubbing my thumbs over her nipples and her voice....goddamn, her voice..... And then she says, "You want me to fuck you, Mulder?" And I'm yelling, "Yes!!!" She's gonna be real disappointed if I come right now, so I think of baseball, frogs, Pokemon, Frohike.... She sits back on her haunches and there's this unbearably sexy smile on her face. Her hair is tossled. Her hands stroke my chest, nails lightly dancing over my ribs. I drop my hands to her waist and she takes one and brings it to her lips, kissing my knuckles. She turns it over and kisses my palm, my wrist. Then she takes my thumb and puts it in her mouth and takes a long, slow suck. Her eyes meet mine, her cheeks hollowed out on my thumb. "Scully, you're lethal," I laugh. She just blinks and sucks again. And again. And she closes her eyes as she sucks, rolling her tongue around my lucky digit. When she lets it go, I rub my thumb over her lips and then drop it to push against her clit. She throws her head back and I play with her nub, flicking it with my thumb. She lets me touch her for a long moment, then gently takes my hand from between her legs and places it back on her waist. "I need you in me now, Mulder." I am surprised by the tears in her eyes. "I missed you. While you were gone, I didn't think I could keep going. I just... I missed you..." Her voice breaks and I pull her to me as she collapses in sweet aching sobs against my chest. "I know," I say as I stroke her hair and rub her back. "I know, Scully. Shhhh... It's okay now. It's okay." She cries for a few moments. She cried so much while we were parted. It's right that she should get to cry with me now. A tear slides down my face and into her hair. She takes her time regaining her breath. She sighs heavily against me. She lifts her tear-stained face and scoots up to kiss me. Her lips melt on mine and I hold her face and we slowly reassure ourselves that this is real, we are real. She tastes me and I taste her. Our lips collide, open to each other. We breathe for each other. She breaks the kiss. "Did I just ruin this?" she asks. I look down in the direction of my hard-on and back at her. "It'll take more than a few tears, Scully. There is nothing I want or need more right now than for us to make love. If you still want to, Scully. I'll understand if..." She interrupts me by sinking back down onto my cock. She guides the head in and we both groan. I shutter and close my eyes briefly. "I want you to watch me," Scully says. And I want that as well, so I open my eyes to see her upright in front of me, poised over my cock. She sinks down farther, one little bit at a time until finally I am surrounded completely by her glorious softness. She is so tight around me and so warm and wet. We both take a minute to just feel this. I have to wonder about my sanity. Nothing in this world should feel this good. We look into each others' eyes. There is humor in hers now. "Wanna remind me why we didn't do this a lot sooner?" She does that breathing thing, where she exhales through pursed lips. "Holy shit, Mulder." "You feel so damned good." Oh yes. This is home. I'm where I belong. She starts to move on me, lifting her hips up and then pushing them back onto me until I'm buried in her to the hilt. She's moving slow right now, getting a feel for us again, how we fit together. Her hands rest on my chest and I let mine sit on her hips as she delicately impales herself on me. We stay at this tempo for long, precious minutes, just watching each other, smiling, sighing, breathing deep. Then she shifts the angle and plants her hands behind her, arching her back. She speeds up and starts to bump into me, huffing with each thrust. I sneak my hands around to her low back and ass, helping to lift her and letting her fall back onto me. I start to lift my hips in time with her downward motion and she keens deep in her throat. Her breasts jiggle with her rocking and I wish to God I weren't so far away. I want to suckle them. Suddenly, she throws herself forward, her hands in my hair, her face in my neck and she's thrusting quickly now, short and powerful. She mumbles into my neck, "Oh god. Oh Mulder. I'm going to come. Feels so good. So good. You're so good." I'm really close, too. I want to flip her over onto her back and go at it like a piston, but I can only breathe and touch her, the swift rise and fall of her ass, the smooth back rippling with effort, her strained shoulders. And then she's stiffening. Her mouth opens on my neck and she's whimpering and contracting around me. I moan with how good it feels, but I manage to ride out her orgasm without coming. She crumples onto me, completely boneless. "Oh god, Mulder. That was so good." She lifts her head to smile down at me. "I love you, you know." "I do know. I love you, too, Scully. More than anything. Now get on your hands and knees, woman. I'm not done with you yet." She smirks at me, wide-eyed, and I don't give her a chance to do as I've demanded. I lift her away from me, sliding out of her long enough to come around behind her. I hike her ass into the air, spread her legs, and bury myself in her in one thrust. She squeaks. I grunt. "God!" she shouts. "Mulder!" I pump into her from behind, feeling her push back into me with each thrust. Goddamnit, she's good. I know she loves it this way. She's told me. I've never seen her come so hard as when I've been in her like this. Speaking of hard, I feel like steel. And she's so creamy and the slap of our bodies has taken on a liquid sound from her sweet juices. She's so wet and it's driving me crazy. I love the way her little ass feels against my pelvis each time we connect. She's a goddess. "So soft," I utter. "I love the way you fuck me," she hisses. The bad girl is back. God, I love her. "Give it to me, Mulder. Nail my ass." And I do. I'm wild with how much I want to make her come again. I reach around her and start rubbing her clit, fast and furious. "Yes!" she cries. "Right there! Don't stop! Don't fucking stop! Fuck me hard, Mulder." I plow into her. I'm starting to shake, sweat. I'm sucking air and saying her name. All I can say is her name. "Scully. Oh, Scully. scullyscullyscullyscullyscully... Oh God, Scully." And then it happens. "Scully!!!!!" "Mulder!!!!" We're coming together. I'm deep inside her, spilling into her, and the walls of her vagina are milking me, squeezing and pulsing. I hug an arm high around her middle and rest my cheek against her back. I give a few more lazy, half-hearted thrusts. I just don't want to leave her yet, don't want this feeling to fade. I'm inside Scully. I stay buried deep in her sweet, warm pussy and repeat this like a mantra. I'm inside Scully. I'm inside Scully. I'm back. And she loves me and I want to be with her like this for all time. I love her. "Mulder?" "Huh?" I lift my head. "Knees." "Sorry, Scully." I withdraw my quickly deflating cock and she collapses over onto her side, breathing heavy. I sink down behind her and gather her up in my arms. She takes my forearms with her hands and sighs. We are spooned and I'm so happy. I'm grinning from ear to ear. She has eyes in the back of her head. "Quit your grinning. You weren't *that* good." We both laugh knowing what a bald-faced lie that is. She's just had three orgasms in the last 2 hours. Of course, I couldn't be good without her. She takes me to another world entirely. "Well, maybe you'll be so kind as to give me another chance to prove myself later," I tease. "I would like nothing better than to get chance to wrap my legs around your fine ass, Agent Mulder. Or would you prefer maybe bending me over the arm of the couch?" She turns her head and smiles back at me. "Lady's choice," I assure her. "All of the above and then some." She's quiet for a minute. "That's after we raid the fridge, right?" "That's right, Scully." I kiss her hair. "mmm, Mulder..." We lie in each others' embrace and slowly I feel her begin to doze off. When her breathing becomes deep and regular, I ever-so-carefully slip her onto her back. I slide my body down the sheets and put my head against her belly. "I love you, little person," I whisper. "I'm your Daddy. Your mother and I love you very much. I can't wait to meet you." I can't say it enough. "I love you." And then I drift off to sleep. End **** Well, that's all she wrote. For now. Sometime in the future, and if I get enough positive feedback ;), they may get out of bed to raid the fridge and do the nasty again. Here are some of the songs that inspired me while writing this story: Live, "The Dolphin's Cry" oh yeah, we meet again it's like we never left time in between was just a dream did we leave this place? this crazy fog surrounds me you wrap your legs around me all I can do to try and breathe Peter Gabriel, "In Your Eyes" love I get so lost, sometimes days pass and this emptiness fills my heart when I want to run away I drive off in my car but whichever way I go I come back to the place you are all my instincts, they return and the grand facade, so soon will burn without a noise, without my pride I reach out from the inside in your eyes the light the heat in your eyes I am complete in your eyes I see the doorway to a thousand churches in your eyes the resolution of all the fruitless searches in your eyes I see the light and the heat in your eyes oh, I want to be that complete I want to touch the light the heat I see in your eyes love, I don't like to see so much pain so much wasted and this moment keeps slipping away I get so tired working so hard for our survival I look to the time with you to keep me awake and alive