In here you will find a special edition of the Wishing series of stories, containing all four of the current editions in the series. One-stop reading for your convenience, plus now you can't avoid at least looking at all of them. Bwhaa haa haa haa! ~ahem cough~ Sorry. Title: Wishing I Could Touch You Author: mimic117 Email: mimic117@yahoo.com Rating: R for sure, consensual sex and bad language at the very least but not overly 'lurid'. Spoilers: none really, could happen anywhere you want in the series, but I visualize it as sixth-seasonish Keywords: RST Mulder/Scully romance Summary: No plot. No x-file. Nothing but smut. Well, maybe a bit of relationship exploration, but that's all. I've read so many good romances, I just had to try writing one, so it's not my fault, really. This is a Mulder/Scully first-time story, too, so if you're sick of them, you might want to skip this, but I hope you won't. Plus it leads into another story in the near future, so you might want to read it anyway. But you really won't have to in order to understand the next one, so it's up to you. Anyway, I hope you like it, but if you hate MSR, don't read it because I don't want to offend anyone. You were warned, so don't whine. Am I done now? Disclaimer: Um, don't we all know this by now? They're not mine, they never will be no matter how often I ask Santa Claus for them, they belong to the Great God Carter and 1013. I'm just a poor frustrated housewife with too much time on her hands and a vivid imagination. Don't sue me unless you want to pay for my son's college education. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ "Mulder, what is this load of bullshit?" Fox Mulder looked up to see his partner waving a sheaf of papers across her coffee table in front of his face, and pushed his glasses up to get a better view. Taking the documents from a scowling Dana Scully, Mulder found himself grinning when he realized what they were. "Don't you recognize an X-file when you see one, Scully?" he quipped. "I thought for sure you knew what they were by now." They'd been messing with paperwork for far too long, and the urge to mess with Scully instead was just too strong to resist. Mulder knew he was going to make her mad, but he couldn't help himself when he saw her blue eyes shooting sparks at him from behind her reading glasses. After three hours of sitting on the floor across from his partner while she licked and chewed on her bottom lip, and tucked her hair behind her ear with her glasses perched sweetly on the end of her nose, Mulder felt as though the sexual tension must be rolling off his body in visible waves. Usually, he was able to control his feelings around Scully, but the last few weeks had been fraught with a heightened awareness of his partner as a desirable woman, and now it looked like the frustration was about to get him in trouble. "Mulder, you're not seriously thinking of giving that requisition to Skinner are you?" "Well, yeah I was. Why? Don't you think it would be a good case to investigate?" Mulder felt the strain of trying to hold his face straight, and keeping his eyes wide in innocence was going to start them watering any minute, but his warped sense of humor wouldn't let him back down. "Are you crazy?" Scully's voice shot up another octave. Mulder winced and waited for the sound of shattering crystal. "Skinner already has enough trouble getting your medical bills and expense reports approved. He's never gonna allow us to investigate this with the bureau's money. We'll just end up in his office for another humiliating round of 'Kindly Explain Yourselves', and this time you're doing all the talking, not me." God, I love when she gets her Irish up, Mulder chortled to himself. "But Scully," he pouted with his best kicked-puppy look, "don't you think it's strange that those potatoes are growing in clumps instead of singly, like normal potatoes? I mean, that's not how they're supposed to grow. It seems to me there must be something supernatural about spuds growing together like that." Scully saw Mulder's lips twitch and knew she'd been had. But she wasn't about to let him win this one. And besides, she was really pissed at him for yanking her chain. "Mulder, I don't care if they're growing testicles and singing arias. This is a problem for the Agriculture Department, NOT the X-files. You submit those papers, and you'll be eligible for a testes transplant from one of those spuds yourself. Now stop screwing around and help me finish these damned expense reports." Mulder clutched his aching sides and wheezed, trying to stop his laughing fit, but every time he looked at Scully, her pink cheeks and glowering brows set him off again. He knew he'd end up paying for his little prank, probably by having to do *all* the expense reports on his own, but sometimes the urge to get under her shields and touch the woman inside was too much for him. Even getting her angry was better than her constant icy control. Wiping his streaming eyes, Mulder glanced up just in time to see Scully's angry posterior twitch around the doorway into the kitchen. Hiccuping gently, he pulled in a deep breath and sighed it out, girding his loins for the standard apology phase of the proceedings. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Dana Scully opened cupboards and slammed them shut at random, not entirely sure why she'd flounced out of her own living room, but certain that if she hadn't left, she would have embarrassed herself in some manner. The evening had started out as many of their Friday nights did, with a shower and change into comfortable clothes before Mulder showed up similarly dressed, with their carry-out dinner. The lasagna and garlic sticks were eaten on her coffee table, with files and scraps of paper filling in all the empty spaces as they tried to make sense of their expense accounts for the last three cases. It would have been just a typical late-night work session, if it hadn't been for Scully's acutely burning desire to throw Mulder across said coffee table and ride him for all she was worth. Scully sighed in dejection, wondering when she'd lost her professional detachment. She had always been aware of Mulder's attractions to some degree, but lately, it was as though the very air around him was charged with pheromones whenever she got too close. There had been times recently when the only way to avoid a display of unpartner- like behavior meant leaving their basement office and spending some quiet time in the nearest lady's room. But tonight, she could feel the tension building like a thunderstorm. It was amazing that Mulder couldn't see her feelings displayed like neon on her forehead. Scully snorted and shook her head, trying to dispel the image now racing through her mind. It had been bad enough sitting there all evening, watching Mulder roll his pen between his luscious lips, light glinting off those glasses that made him look like a sexy college professor. It had made her shiver to watch him, a fact which Mulder hadn't missed. She thought she'd go crazy when he peeked up at her over his glasses with the pen in his mouth and asked, "Coldt, Shcully?" But when he'd started using his tongue to click the point of his pen in and out, she'd been forced to retreat to her own bathroom for a session of cold water splashes and deep breathing. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Mulder sat on the floor and listened to his partner slamming cupboard doors with a small grin on his face. He'd been enjoying himself ever since Scully had jumped up and rushed out of the room when he started clicking his pen with his tongue. You're a sick puppy, Mulder, he chastised himself. But figuring out that Scully was as frustrated as he was had been too good an opportunity to pass up. Mulder had recently come to the realization that he was fed up with this dance they were doing. They had both lost so much to their quest, and fear of losing each other was making them afraid to take their relationship any farther. He was almost certain that Scully felt as deeply for him as he did for her, but he also knew that nothing was going to happen by conscious choice. So he'd spent the last couple weeks deliberately invading her space; touching more frequently, whispering more closely, staring more openly, in hopes of cracking her defenses and precipitating some action on her part. So far, it hadn't done anything except cause him to go home every night with a raging hard-on and a headache. Well, at least it seemed as though he was getting somewhere tonight, if her current behavior was any indication. Mulder sighed and set his glasses on top of the offending report, rubbing his tired eyes. Pushing himself off the floor, Mulder headed for the sound of angry thumping still going on in the kitchen, preparing to be humbled before the wrath of his goddess. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Shutting the same cupboard door for the third time, Scully admitted to herself that she was stalling. She had no idea what she was looking for, no idea why she'd come in here in the first place. The only thing she really was certain of was a burning wish to reach out and touch her partner. To smooth the hair back from his forehead, to run her fingers over his chin stubble, to place her lips against the softness of his and stay there forever. But she also wanted to touch him in other, less tangible ways that she didn't quite understand and didn't want to think about. She often thought that Mulder's mind was the sexiest part of him, and wished she could spend time opening every part of it to help her understand him better. The thought was not without it's own appeal. Sighing, Scully turned to leave her kitchen, and ran right into a solid wall of Mulder coming toward her. She'd been so busy being angry, she hadn't even heard him enter the room. Attempting to avoid full-body contact, Scully backed up a step, and lost her balance. Arms flailing, she reached out to steady herself and found her traitorous hands clutching Mulder's shoulders. At the same time, she became aware of Mulder's huge hands spanning her waist, keeping her from landing on her back on the floor. And as wonderful as it all felt, the only thought in Scully's mind was to get as far from his arms as she could! Pushing against his shoulders, Scully tried to free herself from Mulder's embrace, only to feel his grip tighten as he pulled her closer to his body. "Whoa, Scully, steady G-woman. Just give it a minute. Are you okay?" Mulder resisted the urge to lay his head on her hair, but he made the mistake of taking a deep, steadying breath and ended up with a lung-full of Scullyscent that made his senses reel. Suddenly dizzy, Mulder clutched her body tighter to his own, and regretted the instant sensory overload. Feeling Scully suddenly go still in his arms, Mulder leaned back just enough to look down at the curtain of hair obscuring her face. He was intensely aware of every inch of her body that rested against his own, and it occurred to him that perhaps she was also of his body. Especially the hard part that was digging into her stomach. Releasing her waist with his right hand, Mulder brought it over Scully's shoulder and gently stroked the wayward tresses back behind her ear, the better to see her face. She didn't look up, in spite of the tender caresses being bestowed on her cheek and neck. "Scully?" Mulder tried and failed to keep the quavering need out of his voice, and hearing it, Scully allowed her eyes to travel up his chest and face, until he was blasted with a gaze of such blazing passion, it stole his breath and left him speechless. All conscious thought ceased as Mulder allowed his own barriers to drop, and his burning love and desire shone out of his eyes like a beacon in a storm. Scully's breath released itself in a small sobbing moan of surrender as she grabbed the back of Mulder's neck, and dragged his lips down to meet her own. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Mulder moaned into his partner's mouth as their lips met in a crushing embrace of longing. Years of denial washed over them in waves that crashed through the walls so carefully built over time, and washed them out to sea. Mulder's tongue probed her closed lips, seeking entrance, and Scully opened them willingly to his assault, sucking at him and running her own tongue around the sweet cavern of his mouth. As their lips continued to devour each other, their hands stroked and touched and pulled, never able to reach enough of the other's body to be satisfied, always needing to be closer, more in contact. There was an urgency, a neediness to their grasping touch, a desire to become part of each other, to blend their bodies into one entity. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Mulder could feel the moans vibrate through Scully's body as he ground his hips into her abdomen, pulling her as close as possible, wanting her closer still. Without breaking their kiss, Mulder scooped Scully up in his arms and turned back to the living room. Reaching the sofa, he lowered himself to the cushions, feeling Scully curl herself into his body with her arms wrapped around his neck. He gasped as she shifted her bottom in his lap, rubbing against his sensitized flesh, causing him to release her lips in order to draw breath into his lungs. Leaning his forehead against hers, Mulder closed his eyes and shuddered against the force of his need. His harsh breath stirred her hair and tickled her cheek as he fought for a semblance of control. "If you want me to stop, Scully, you'd better say so now." His voice was no more than a harsh whisper against her lips. "If you wait too much longer, I won't be able to." Scully leaned back from their embrace and panted into Mulder's face, drinking in the beautiful eyes that gazed at her with so much longing. He was giving her control. Even though she could feel the evidence of how much he wanted her pushing against her ass, Mulder was allowing her the chance to reverse the situation. And she knew that he wouldn't hold it against her; he wouldn't blame her for her decision. But she also knew that she would never forgive herself for giving up this chance of happiness for them both. There was no way of knowing when they would ever reach this point again, and she had already waited long enough. Moving to one side, Scully slid off Mulder's lap onto the couch, registering the look of disappointment he couldn't hide. Smiling, she reached up to cup his face in her hand, and stroked her fingers down his cheek. "No, Mulder." Scully smiled shyly at him. "I don't want to stop. But I think we might want to slow down a bit, or this isn't going to last very long." Mulder turned his head to kiss the palm of her hand, and looked into her eyes with such gratitude that she felt tears start to form. But they never got a chance to fall as he continued his kisses from her hand, to her wrist, to her arm, and all the way up to her neck, turning the incipient tears into gasps. "Just how slow would you like to go, Scully?" Mulder nipped her earlobe, and then soothed it with a lick, all the while running gentle hands over her back. Scully sighed and closed her eyes, gooseflesh shivering up her spine at the feeling of Mulder's full lips running over her neck. "Slow enough to make you scream," she murmured. Mulder chuckled against her neck and moved his lips up the side of her face to whisper in her ear, "I'm already screaming so high only dogs can hear me." "Slow enough to drive you crazy," Scully shuddered and began tugging his T-shirt out of his jeans. Running his hands under the back of her sweater caused a full-body shiver in both of them. "According to Skinner, I reached that point years ago." He licked her throat just to hear her moan. "Slow enough to make this a night to remember." Scully whipped Mulder's shirt over his head, leaving him gasping for breath and clutching her waist. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Mulder leaned back into the corner of the sofa as Scully's eyes raked his body in approval. He knew she had seen him naked or nearly-naked many times in the past, but just the realization that this time, he wasn't injured or drugged was enough to make his cock swell even further. His jeans were becoming painfully tight, and the evidence of his desire was very obvious to both of them. "Interested in anything you see, Agent Scully?" Mulder tried to make his voice seductive, but it just came out breathy and hoarse. Scully crept on her hands and knees up his body, running her palms along his jeans- clad thighs. She could feel him shaking, delighting in the power she had to cause this reaction in him. Avoiding the prominent bulge in his crotch, she skimmed her fingertips over his navel and the line of hair that ran down into his pants, tickling his skin and causing his muscles to contract. Mulder's breath escaped in a hiss as Scully's tongue swooped down and licked straight from his waistband to his navel, running a circle around it before continuing on to his right nipple. Mulder's body bucked violently as Scully's teeth grazed the puckered brown nubbin, almost throwing her to the floor and producing a smug look on his partner's face. "Just a wee bit sensitive there, aren't we, Mulder?" Scully licked her lips and eyed his chest with a predatory look he'd only ever seen when she was after proof to shoot down one of his theories. Attempting to steady his accelerated breathing, Mulder replied, "Would you be using the royal 'we', the medical 'we', or are you asking about both of us, Scully?" "Actually," she purred, "I was wondering about the other one as well." Mulder couldn't hold back a whimper, or the fearful anticipation that coursed through his veins as Scully began another seductive crawl up his body, with his left nipple as her objective. In desperation, he grabbed her wrists, pulling her up until Scully's face was level with his own. Wrapping his arms around her waist, Mulder hugged her to his chest as he panted for control. Looking into her startled eyes with a smile, he kissed her throat, rolling them over so that Scully was between him and the sofa back. "Two can play that game, Agent Scully," he growled. "And you know how much I love games." Now it was Dana Scully's turn to whimper. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Scully's hands wandered over the hard planes and angles of Mulder's chest and stomach, enjoying the feel of his smooth, hot skin under her fingers, occasionally catching her nails in the sparse tufts of hair. She caressed downward, coming to rest on the top button of his jeans. Scully loved the way his jeans looked, as though they'd been painted on his skin. And as infrequently as she got to see them on him, she always made it a point to walk a couple steps behind him, the better to enjoy the sight of his ass muscles contracting and rolling under the denim. Mulder continued his delicate attentions to her neck and throat as Scully moaned, popping the top two buttons of said jeans one at a time. He pulled the top of her sweater to one side and licked her collarbone just as her soft hand reached down into his pants. Scully gasped and leaned back, staring into a sudden blaze of desire in Mulder's eyes. Now he was the one moaning. "You're not wearing anything under your jeans!" Scully knew she was stating the obvious, but the shock of encountering rock hard nothing-but-Mulder instead of boxers had knocked her slightly off balance. And the lascivious little grin on Mulder's face didn't help. Leaning back in to capture Scully's earlobe with his teeth, Mulder murmured, "I never wear boxers under my jeans. They get all bunched up and uncomfortable, so I go without. Why do you think I wear zipperless jeans?" His words took a few seconds to register in Scully's brain due to the lovely sensations his tongue was producing on her ear. But when they got through the pleasurable haze, her eyes shot wide open, and she shoved Mulder off the sofa onto his lovely ass. "Do you mean to say" she huffed, trying not to hyperventilate, "that every time I've seen you in jeans you've been naked underneath?" Mulder grinned and nodded, unashamed. "Most times. If I'm going to be driving any distance, or going somewhere on a lead, I'll put something on, but not usually." Thinking back over all the times they'd dressed casually, either on a case, or working late at one apartment or the other, Scully couldn't stop the blush she felt on her face from traveling south and adding to her already considerable arousal. Her eyes connected with Mulder, still sitting at her feet, regarding her in affectionate amusement. "God Mulder, I just got very turned on. I'll never be able to look at you in jeans again without wanting to rip them off and jump you right there." Mulder's eyes darkened and smoldered as he rocked onto his hands and knees. Creeping up the side of the sofa, he crawled back toward Scully, until his face was close enough to feel her panting breath on his lips. "I wonder," he growled "if I can wear jeans to work?" Then he lunged and, crushing her lips under his, they both toppled backward onto the sofa in a tangle of desire. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Things sort of speeded up after that. Scully found that she couldn't wait any longer to feel Mulder's skin against hers, and the sweater was history in no time. Mulder stroked her cream satin bra, and sighed happily. Reaching around her back to unhook it, Scully pulled the bra off, tossing it over the sofa back in one motion, and found herself crushed chest to breast with Mulder. While Mulder nuzzled her breasts with his face, Scully reached back down to the remaining buttons on his jeans. "Time to get naked, Mulder," she purred into his hair. "No fair, Scully," he protested, as he licked her left nipple. "You started out with more clothes in the first place." Scully sucked in a gasp as she felt his tongue continue its attentions to her sensitive skin, almost forgetting her objective as he moved to her right breast to avoid favoritism. Undoing the last jeans button, Scully managed to push the offending fabric down past his hips, but her arms were too short to get it any farther. The Academy didn't train us to be problem solvers for nothing, she gloated to herself. Pulling her knees up, Scully hooked her toes in Mulder's pants, yanking them off his body and onto the floor. Mulder ceased kissing the soft underside of her breast and stared in delight at his partner's triumphant face. "Dana Katherine Scully, where did a nice Catholic girl learn to do such a thing? I'm thoroughly shocked and impressed." Mulder reached up and captured her lips in a deep, satisfying kiss, grinding his newly freed erection into the heat of her crotch, earning himself a deep moaning hum from Scully's throat. Rolling Mulder over onto his back, Scully sat up on the sofa and stared in approval at the satin-covered steel standing proudly away from his body. She'd seen him naked in the past, but only in less than ideal settings, and never aroused. Reaching out a trembling hand, Scully stroked the veins that bulged along its length, running her finger around the underside of the velvety ridge, picking up the drop of pre-cum from the very tip of Mulder's prick and smearing it over the head. When she spoke, her voice was harsh and smoky, almost unrecognizable to her ears. "No, Mulder. I'm the one who's impressed." She placed the finger that had been tracing patterns on his cock into her mouth and closed her eyes in rapture. "And if you thought you were shocked before, you ain't seen nothing yet." And with that, Dana Scully swooped down on her stunned partner and swallowed him whole. Mulder's hands caressed the mane of hair that moved sweetly over his lap, and marveled at the giving nature of this woman he loved. The sensations she was producing were more intense than anything he'd experienced before, and he knew he wouldn't last much longer if he didn't stop her soon. Mulder's mind was beginning to spiral into blackness, but this was not the way he'd always imagined it happening. He'd pictured it so many times in his lonely apartment; how they would join together, body and soul, the very first time, feeding the hunger in each other until they were both gorged and sated. From some still coherent corner of his mind, Mulder pulled out a desperate plea. "Scully...stop...please...you have to stop now...or I'm gonna come...I don't want it to be like this...it's too much like being alone...I've come so many times alone and thinking of you...I need you...I need to feel you...I need to share this with you...please, Scully...don't make me come alone...please...God, please..." As Mulder's words began to make sense to her, Scully released him from her mouth with an audible pop, looking at her partner's tortured face. With his head thrown back on the arm of the sofa and his eyes clenched shut, it was hard to tell if his features were registering pleasure or pain. But the meaning behind his plea brought remorseful tears to her eyes. "Oh Mulder" she sighed, reaching up to stroke his sweat-dampened face, "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to be selfish. It's just that I've been wishing I could touch you for so long that I got carried away and thought only about what I wanted. I just needed to touch you so badly." Scully picked her bottom up off the sofa, stripping down her leggings and panties in one swift movement. Flinging them to the floor, she draped herself on Mulder's chest and kissed his eyes until he opened them to gaze at her with a burning passion that set her heart on fire. She smiled into his eyes, and felt a flush flow through her body as he smiled back. "Please let me share this with you, Mulder," she murmured into his lips. "I've been thinking all night how much I wanted to throw you down and ride you like the stallion you are. I want you, Mulder. I need you inside me. Please. Just tell me what you want." Mulder smoothed the hair back from her flushed face, grinning into her eyes. "I want you to climb up on Santa's lap and tell him what you want for Christmas, G- woman." Scully snorted a laugh, and pushed herself up, straddling his abdomen and rubbing her damp curls over his stomach. "Mulder, Christmas isn't for months yet. How can I be sure Santa will remember what I want when it does get here?" Rising up on her knees, Scully leaned back and grasped his cock, guiding it to her warm entrance and rocking until just the tip entered. "Well..." Mulder hissed as he felt himself sinking into her velvet depths, "it's never too early to get onto Santa's 'good girl' list." He moaned as Scully rose up and came down again, hard, impaling herself on his pulsing shaft. "Besides," he groaned, "I have a feeling Santa's going to know exactly what to give you for Christmas this year." ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Mulder awoke to the rosy light of early morning and sighed contentedly. Looking down at the head of his love nestled into his chest, Mulder wondered if it was possible to die from sheer happiness. He reveled in the feeling of their naked bodies twined together, so intermingled it was hard to distinguish two separate individuals. Was that her arm pillowing their heads, or his? Whose foot was resting on the side of his knee? Was he hearing his own heart beating in his ears, or had they merged into one being, breathing in sync, blood commingling in shared veins? Scully had gotten her wish, and then some. The couch was only the beginning of the festivities, moving from there to the kitchen table, and at last to the bed, where they had both collapsed in the wee hours of the night. Mulder had never known that making love with Scully would be so physical. He'd had slow, passionate sex before, and lazy, playful sex, and often lust-induced wild sex, but he'd never been ridden hard and put away wet before. Scully had been possessed by a demon that Mulder fervently hoped would never be exorcised. He was just praying for a few days of recovery time before facing Sexual-Overdrive Scully again. As if responding to Mulder's thought waves, Scully shifted and mumbled as her eyes drifted open on a yawn. Seeing Mulder's loving gaze on her, Scully smiled and snuggled even closer into his chest. "Good morning, beautiful," Mulder whispered into her ear. "'Morning, gorgeous," Scully rubbed a hand up his back and sighed. "Mulder?" "Mm hmm..." "Are we scheduled to be chased by anything this week?" The question sounded strange in Scully's gravely, sex-sated vocal tones. Mulder's eyebrows quirked, but he gave careful consideration to the question before answering. "No," he mused, "I think we're just supposed to be catching up on paperwork for a few days. I've got 'be chased by disgusting mutant' written on next week's calendar. Why do you ask?" "Because I think I'm going to be walking like Walter Brennan for a while." Scully shifted again gingerly, and Mulder saw her wince. "I doubt if I could outrun my 95-year-old great-aunt Rose on one of her bad days." Ah ha! So I'm not the only one who got more than they bargained for, Mulder gloated. "Just a wee bit sore and stiff, are we Scully?" Mulder couldn't resist the chance to poke a little; not that he wasn't just as bad off. "Nothing a sitz bath, about 4 Advil and 2 days on a soft pillow wouldn't cure," she admitted. "And would that be the royal 'we', the medical 'we', or are you asking about both of us, Mulder?" "Well, Scully, you know what they say about being careful what you wish for," Mulder teased with a yawn. "Those weren't sounds of protest coming from your mouth, as I recall," she rejoined. "And I don't see you jumping out of bed to go for a quick 6 mile run this morning, either." Scully's voice held an irritating, smug tone. "Yeah, well, I was planning to do that in a minute," Mulder returned with a smirk. "But I figured I'd look pretty silly crawling down the side of the road on my belly. Think there might be 8 Advil in that bottle?" Scully snorted into Mulder's chest and got her nose tickled by his hair. It felt wonderful to lay there and hold this man she loved with all her heart. To know that she could admit to being tired and sore, and he wouldn't consider her weak as a result. She was sorry she hadn't known sooner how free it would make her feel. It was relaxing not having to hide or pretend anymore. Moving very slowly and carefully, Scully began untangling herself from Mulder's long limbs. Thinking that he'd drifted back to sleep, she jumped when one of his arms shot out and latched onto the closest thing to hand, which turned out to be her hip. "Don't wanna get up yet, Scully," Mulder mumbled into his pillow. His hand stroked her hip and down her thigh, setting up a slight tingling sensation. Brushing his tousled hair back, Scully kissed Mulder's temple and slid out from under his wandering hand. "You don't have to get out of bed yet, Mulder. I'm just gonna take a quick shower and find those Advil." Scully smiled as Mulder's eyes opened half-way and tried to focus. "Shower?" he muttered, his hand still caressing the sheet. "Sounds fun. Be right there." Mulder's eyes drooped closed again, and his hand slowed until it stopped moving altogether. Scully smiled, pulling the sheet up over his gorgeous ass and tight-muscled back. "Sure, Mulder," she murmured, "I'll save you some hot water." Mulder never even stirred when the bathroom door clicked shut. Turning the shower on to warm up, Dana Scully studied her reflection in the mirror and wondered who this woman with the shining eyes could be. I haven't looked this happy in years, she mused. I wonder if what I needed all this time was fucking my brains out. That was a depressing thought, but Scully knew that wasn't all she had needed. She'd needed to be loved, in the complete, unconditional way Mulder loved her. Standing under the pounding water, she went about the automatic task of getting clean while her mind roamed through all the possibilities of what could have been, and what might still be. It was foolish to have regrets, but she couldn't help being sad that they had waited so long to express their true feelings for one another. With the spray beginning to cool, Scully realized that she had spent long enough under the water. Shutting off the shower, she wiped the drops from her face and opened the curtain. Grabbing a towel from the rack, she wrapped her hair in a turban. Taking a second towel, she was just about to begin drying herself when a hand reached over her shoulder and plucked it from her fingers. "Why don't you let me do that?" Mulder whispered in her ear. Scully froze, holding her breath, and watched as the towel dropped to the floor. "Mulder," she tsked, rolling her eyes, "how do you expect to get me dry if..." The sentence ended on a moan as Scully felt Mulder's tongue slide up her left shoulder blade to the top of her back. The motion was repeated on her other shoulder, causing her nipples to tighten, and a sudden throbbing heat between her legs. As his warm tongue continued taking slow swipes across the top of her shoulder and up the side of her neck, Mulder whispered, "There's more than one way to dry off. This is my favorite." Scully's knees began to shake. Grabbing the towel bar to hold herself upright, she sighed straight from her soul as Mulder's tongue ran trails down her back. "Mulder," Scully moaned, "you are insatiable, incorrigible, and incredible!" Mulder stopped his tender attentions, and Scully thought she would scream from the sudden deprivation. "Insatiable and incorrigible." Mulder rolled the words around in his mouth, savoring their taste. "I like that." Scully could hear the smile in his voice, and was afraid she would start begging if he didn't touch her again soon. She let out a long breath she hadn't been aware of holding as Mulder's lips sipped the water drops off her tattoo. "Don't forget incredible." Scully reminded. "No, Scully," Mulder contradicted, "not incredible." His tongue moved from her tattoo down the outside of her hip. "Incredibly lucky..." Down the back of her thigh. "incredibly happy..." Across the back of her knee. "incredibly humble..." Up the inside of her thigh. "incredibly in love..." And dove into the folds peeking from between her thighs. Scully gasped as her muscles liquefied and released their hold on the towel bar, allowing her to crumple into Mulder's arms. Mulder took in Scully's flushed face, closed eyes, and panting breath, and was terrified that he'd done something wrong. Maybe he'd hurt her without realizing it. She was so tiny, and he was so much bigger than her, and this whole relationship thing was still so new... I will rip my own balls off if I've done anything to harm her, Mulder agonized. He brushed Scully's wet hair away from her face where it had stuck after her turban tumbled off. Fearfully, Mulder stroked his fingers down her cheek, willing her eyes to open, ignoring the lapful of damp, naked Scully he was holding. Mulder's breath released with a whoosh as Scully's eyelids blinked open, only to be sucked back in when confronted with the blaze of desire directed at him. "Are you okay, Scully?" Mulder inquired, hesitant. Scully's lips curled up into an expression that struck Mulder as downright predatory. "No, Mulder, I'm not okay." Scully purred into his stunned face. "And if you don't get me off this floor and make violent love to me right now, you won't be okay, either. Because I will castrate you in your sleep, without anesthetic, and you know I can do it, too." Mulder's eyes lit up with relief and laughter as he tried to keep a straight face. Scully's arms snaked around his neck as he scooped her off the floor and headed toward the bedroom. "Scully," he dead-panned, "you can remove any of my body parts you want to if it makes you happy. But you know, you've had me firmly gripped by the nugs for years now." Mulder didn't even flinch when she smacked him upside the head. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Scully laid on her stomach and shivered as a draft of air stroked her naked back. "Mulder..." she mumbled into the mattress. Forcing one eye half-way open after a great effort, Mulder found himself staring at the ceiling, wondering why he was so tired. "Huh? Scully?" Talking seemed to be as difficult as opening his eyes. "Mulder, could you pull the covers up?" "UNNGHH!" Mulder tried to summon enough energy to either reach down and grab the sheet, or at least hook it with his foot and get it within reach. But his battery reserves were drained. "Sorry, Scully. Can't move." Scully shivered again. "But I'm cold!" she wailed. Suddenly, Scully felt a great, warm weight settle gently over her body, and she realized that Mulder had managed to roll over. His left leg lay across the top of her thighs, and his left arm was draped up the side of her body, his hand cupped around her shoulder. In all, it was a very agreeable blanket substitute. "Better?" Mulder mumbled against her ear. "Much. Thank you," Scully returned sleepily. "But how about you?" Mulder sighed against her cheek. "Your love will keep me warm." Scully gave an unladylike snort into the sheet. "Geez, Mulder," she teased, "I hope you don't freeze to death." Mulder placed a gentle kiss on her earlobe and felt a shiver travel straight down her body. "Not a chance, Scully." he whispered as his eyes drooped shut. "Not a chance." THE END of Wishing I Could Touch You Author's Notes: If you stayed with me all the way, may the beneficent Earth Mother shine warm rays on you in the dead of winter. (which is what it is here, and that's damned cold!) This story is my first posting, and I've been a bit nervous about it. I apologize to all those who may have thought this was a bit tame, smut-wise, but I was somewhat shy about trying it my first time out. I promise to do better next time. This story is dedicated to all the wonderful writers whose work I have enjoyed over the past few years, and also to my husband, who doesn't really understand what I see in all this, but let's me indulge myself anyway. This story has not been beta'd before submission, as my usual reader is only 18 and this kind of thing makes him squirmy. Sorry about that, kid. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Title: Wishing You Had Stayed Author: mimic117 Rating: definitely NC17 for solo-love, if you get my drift. Sorry, but my mind fell in the gutter decades ago and I'll be damned if I can fish the stinky thing back out. Spoilers: none really for the series, but this is a continuation of my previous story, "Wishing I Could Touch You". This happens a week after the events in that story, so you might want to read that one, but you don't have to. You just need to know that M&S are now lovers. Please don't puke if you don't care for such. Keywords: RST Mulder/Scully romance Summary: Scully has left, and Mulder is in despair. How will he cope? Disclaimer: Okay, everyone knows they don't belong to me. We all know they belong to David & Gillian & Chris & everybody else in the whole world, except me. I'm not going to make a cent from my scribbling, but hey! I don't get paid for cooking, or doing laundry, or anything else I do, so why should this be any different? Can I help it if CC's characters are more interesting than the ones I make up myself? Can I help it if I have a healthy libido at my advanced age? If you sue me, you'll just have to send my son through college, and his lab fees are enormous! So let's all play nice together, and maybe I won't have to tell your mom that you were being mean to me. Whadda ya say? Author's Notes and general blathering at the end Friday 8:35 PM Scully was gone. She'd left him. Fox Mulder leaned his head against his apartment door, feeling all the energy drain from him in one long, despairing sigh. He didn't even notice the number 42 leaving a dent in his forehead. She'd said she wouldn't go. He'd been so sure she would stay, especially after last weekend. She'd said she loved him, needed him, as much as he needed her. And now she'd just up and left, without even seeming to care how much she was hurting him. Well, maybe that wasn't true. She did care about him, but that hadn't stopped her from leaving. Mulder glanced down at his hand, and realized that his key was in the doorknob, but he hadn't turned it. With another joyless sigh, he unlocked the door, took two steps inside, and pushed it shut with his back. Mulder closed his eyes and allowed his head to THUMP back against the door. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Same day 9:30 AM "But Scully... just yesterday you said you weren't going." Dana Scully knew that tone of voice well enough to recognize incipient panic when she heard it. She sighed for the sixth time in as many minutes and continued pushing paperwork into the briefcase on her desk. "I know, Mulder. I'm sorry. As I've told you three times already, that was before I knew Dr. Clooney would be there. I haven't seen her in ages, and she is getting on in years. I promise, I'll only be gone a couple of days. I'll be here bright and early Monday morning." Scully held her breath and hoped that the fourth repetition would penetrate his panic and coalesce into acceptance of her absence. "But Scullee..." Scully let out her pent breath in another sigh, and briefly prayed that she wouldn't pass out from hyper-ventilation. "We were supposed to spend the weekend together." Mulder's panic voice was rapidly becoming a tearful voice. "This was going to be our second weekend together, and I was really looking forward to it. You know we agreed to keep our personal life separate during the work week, so when else will I get to spend time with you?" Scully knew if she looked at her partner, his luscious lower lip would be sticking out, and she'd cave in, so she never glanced up from gathering her belongings. In spite of her outward calm, Scully had been looking forward to their time together, as well. Except for the one time late Tuesday evening when she had impulsively dragged Mulder into an empty storage closet, (where they had swallowed the desperate sound of each others' passionate cries during a brief, soul-shattering encounter) they had kept their hands to themselves all week. In spite of all the malicious comments from colleagues about her icy interior, Dana Scully was a woman whose passion matched the color of her hair. She had found a matching level of fire in the tall, gorgeous man who watched her back in the field and treated her as an equal at all times. Now it took all of her considerable resolve to continue with her plans, knowing it would be another week before they could dare to touch one another in anything but a professional manner. "Next weekend we'll do something special to make up for it," she said with deceptive lack of concern. Mulder's eyes lit up like Christmas morning, a non-boy-like grin splitting his face. "Would this something special involve canned whipping cream?" His eyebrows waggled like belly-dancing caterpillars. Scully stopped shoving papers into her briefcase, contemplating the man she loved with a softening gaze and a quirk of her lips. "Mulder," she teased, "it can involve whatever pressurized food products you want, just as long as you let me out of here in time to pack and catch my flight." "Oooh, Scully. You know what I like!" ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Same day 8:40 PM Back at Mulder's apartment Mulder slumped against his door, remembering how hard it had been to swallow his disappointment and calmly bid Scully good-bye. He hadn't dared to kiss her, knowing that he wouldn't be able to stop at one kiss and things would get out of hand. He had tried to make her proud of him by behaving in an adult, rational manner, but all he'd really wanted to do was wrap himself around her legs like a tearful toddler and beg her not to leave. It had all happened so fast that she was out the door before he realized that it was time for her to go. The rest of the morning had sucked, and then gone downhill from there. As he heard his keys drop to the floor from his nerveless fingers, Mulder opened his eyes to see a micro-cassette recorder sitting on his coffee table. His first impulse was to pull his gun and shoot the damned thing simply for existing. It had no right to be in his apartment when Scully wasn't. Pushing himself away from the door, Mulder dragged his feet over to the table until he could see a folded note laying next to the recorder. He recognized his name in Scully's unique script, and was infinitesimally cheered. "Before you take out your disappointment on the poor recorder" the note said "you might want to hear what it has to say." "I made this recording after last weekend, thinking it might help in the future, when we needed to be apart for some reason. I didn't think the future was so close. I hope you enjoy it. Remember - I love you. S" Mulder's heart melted and trickled out his tear ducts. "I love you. S" To think that she would actually write those words for him. Fox Mulder... pariah of the FBI. After so many years of wanting her with every fiber of his body, mind, and soul, the thought that Scully felt even a small amount of the same need for him nearly brought him to his knees. Their relationship had moved on to the next logical stage one week earlier. After all of their dancing around, avoiding the issue of their feelings for one another over the last 6 years, all it had taken was a late night of take-out and expense reports at her apartment. A chance collision in the kitchen doorway, and the clutching hands of support had become the grasping hands of desire. It had been a magical weekend of tearing down walls and building bridges between two hearts. And now to know that she had considered how her going would affect him, and had taken the time to leave this for him even, as she rushed to get herself to the airport... Mulder wiped his eyes on his sleeve and picked up the palm-sized recorder. Pressing the play button, he smiled to hear her familiar greeting. "Mulder, it's me." "Since you're listening to this recording, that means I'm not with you and you're probably felling sorry for yourself." "This may surprise you, Mulder, but I'm feeling sorry for myself as well." Mulder's eyebrows shot up in amazement as he removed his trenchcoat and hung it up. It stunned him that Scully would admit to something that she would consider a profession of weakness. His chest tightened as he realized the level of her trust in him that was revealed by this single admission. "Wherever I am right now," the recording continued, "I'd much rather be with you, Mulder. You'll always be my one in five billion. I don't want you to ever doubt that...or forget it." His eyes misted over and a lump started to form in the back of his throat. "I'm certain that whatever I'm doing, there are other things I'd rather be doing with you. And *to* you. So if you'll indulge me for a little while, I'd like to tell you about them." Mulder's heart rate shot up at the same time that a tidal wave of his blood surged straight south, leaving him light-headed. Mulder toed off his shoes, shoving them up against the couch as he unknotted his tie and pulled it around his neck. The tape continued, "We've just gotten to your apartment after a long, boring day, and now we just want to spend some time together. We're going to pretend that I'm there with you, so what's the first thing we would do on a Friday night?" Mulder looked over at his apartment door as he removed his suit coat and threw it on the couch with his tie, visualizing what he had been planning to do the minute they walked in the door. "Let's also pretend for a minute that we can get into your apartment without you becoming Cro-Mulderman and taking me against the inside of the door." A shout of laughter echoed around Mulder's living room as he threw back his head in rueful acknowledgment of his partner's uncanny ability to read him like a book. A dirty book at that. "That's right, " Scully's voice purred from the recorder. "A nice...warm...soothing...relaxing...shower." Mulder couldn't stop the moan that issued from his throat as his eyes slammed shut on the image that formed in his mind. "Come on, Mulder. Let's go take a shower." ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Mulder set the silent recorder on the bathroom sink and marveled at the change in the tiny room. Not only had Scully left the tape for him to enjoy, she'd also put out his softest towels and covered every available surface with candles. Switching the recorder back on, Mulder picked up the nearby box of matches and began lighting the candles. "Providing there isn't already a trail of clothing leading in from the living room, it's time to get naked for me, Mulder. And you know how much I love to see you naked." Mulder shivered at the obvious desire in Dana Scully's voice, and shut off the light, watching the play of candlelight across his face in the mirror. "If all the candles are lit now, go ahead and turn the water on to warm up while I get those sweaty, confining clothes off of you." Mulder reached in to turn on the shower and frantically started unbuttoning his shirt, only to be halted by an admonishment from his apparently psychic partner. "Ah ah ah, Mulder, not so fast. Good things shouldn't be rushed. Anticipation, you know. Pop - pop - pop - one button at a time. Slowly revealing your chest to my waiting gaze. I want to see it all, but I need to unwrap you slowly, like the special gift you are. Now close your eyes and feel my hands undressing you, so slowly." As Mulder tilted his head back and closed his eyes, he could almost believe his Scully was there, finishing the buttons on the front of his shirt, undoing his cuffs, and dropping his opened shirt on the floor. He could smell her hair and feel the heat radiating off her body. Sometimes it was nice to have a vivid imagination and an eidetic memory. "Before we remove those slacks that are starting to get a little too tight, I really need to touch your chest first." Scully's breath was coming out in small sighs now, and Mulder unconsciously matched them with his own. "Run your hands lightly over your chest, down your stomach, and back up again." Mulder did as instructed and moaned as his mind supplied the vision of Scully's hands on his body. "Have I told you how much I love your chest? It's just muscular enough, with just the right amount of soft hair. But what I really love about it is your nipples. I love to run my nails over them and hear you moan." Mulder scraped his fingers over the small brown nubbins and obligingly moaned on cue. "Oh yeah... just like that. I wish I could lick them right now. They taste so rough, and salty, and... Mulder. I'll bet I could make you come just by licking and biting and sucking your nipples." Mulder groaned low in his throat and started to pant. "Now let's get those pants off before the water gets cold. First I unbuckle your belt. Then the button on the waistband, and s-l-o-w-l-y pull down the zipper. I can't control myself any longer, Mulder. I have to touch you... now. I run my fingers up and down the length of your cock through your shorts, feeling how hard you are already. For me." Mulder shuddered as his fingers traced the length of his fully-developed erection, no longer aware of the touch as his own. Scully was here, with him, loving him as only she could. "I pull down your pants and boxers at the same time, and you step out of them and pull off your socks. But I don't touch you just yet, even though I want to sooo badly. I'll save that for later. Right now you need to turn the tape over and get into the shower, because I'm waiting there for you." ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Turning up the volume on the recorder, Mulder stepped into the shower and adjusted the water temperature. The hot water felt wonderful beating on the top of his head, running in trails down his body. His ears perked up as the recording resumed, waiting to hear what Scully had in store for him next. "Since the main purpose of a shower is to get clean, let me wash your hair first." Mulder reached for the bottle of shampoo on the side of the tub, and realized that it was the one Scully always used. She'd left it for him, to make the fantasy more real. Popping the top, he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, and she was once again there, with him. "I put some shampoo in my hand so I can massage your scalp, the way the salon does. It always feels so relaxing, I know you'll enjoy it. Bend over a little so I can reach, Big Guy." Not even thinking about the incongruity of the situation, Mulder bent slightly at the waist, eyes closed, and massaged his fingertips into his hair, moaning as the tension in his scalp eased. "Now let's rinse your hair, Mulder. I want to watch the suds run down your body, flowing over all the places I want to run my tongue. I especially want to see it rolling down your smooth, tight back, until it trickles down between the cheeks of your gorgeous ass. God, I love your ass, Mulder. I just can't stop running my hands over and over those beautiful, round mounds of muscle." Mulder moaned low in his throat as his own hands, independent of his thoughts, smoothed over his backside in imitation of Scully's soft touch. "I pick up the soap now so I can wash the rest of you. But not with the washcloth. I'm going to use just my hands, so I can feel every square inch of your beautiful body." Mulder reached out blindly, grabbing the bar of avocado oil soap that she liked best. Scully seemed to enjoy the way it made his skin smell, so he'd bought a brand new bar, just for this weekend. He briefly wished she had stayed to share it with him, and then he was lost in her voice again as the tape continued. "I rub the soap in my hands to work up a good lather so I can do your face first. Close your eyes tight, now. I don't want to get soap in them." Mulder squeezed his eyes shut, even though he hadn't opened them since he'd first stepped in the shower. In his mind, he not only could see Scully smoothing her fingers across his skin, he could also see himself, eyes closed, head tilted forward to equalize their height difference. As though he was watching it on one of those videos he was going to give away to Frohike the first chance he had. Lost in the spell of her voice, Mulder continued to follow Scully's directions. "I really like to touch your face. Did you know that? I used to make up excuses to touch you, like when I'd put my hand on your forehead to check for fever. I've always wanted to lick that tiny cleft in your chin, only I could never find a good medical excuse for doing it. But now, I can lick your chin if I want to. Uumm, it tastes so good..." Scully's little moan of delight wrung an answering moan from Mulder. His whole body twitched as he felt her tongue caress his chin and continue down his throat. He was panting, and she hadn't even touched the rest of his body yet. "While you rinse your face, I'm going to start washing the rest of you. Most people wash from the top down, but I think I'll start at your feet and work my way up." Scully's voice turned husky with desire. "But we'll leave the good stuff for last." As her words continued to caress his senses, Mulder leaned his back against the wall, bending down to work the lather between his toes. Rinsing his foot off so he wouldn't slip, he did the other foot, rinsing and continuing up his own legs. "You have great legs, you know. I'm sure it's because of all the running you do. Your calf muscles are so well defined, and your thighs... Well, I don't know if I'll ever be able to stop touching your thighs. Ooohh, especially right in that crease where they turn into that lovely ass of yours." Scully's little moans of pleasure were enough to start shivers running up and down Mulder's spine, while his imagination supplied her soft fingers trailing up the backs of his thighs. He really was enjoying this new side to his partner, and he wanted it to last, but Mulder was becoming more afraid by the minute that he would end up in serious pain if she didn't put him out of his misery soon. "I'd love to spend time on your chest, Mulder," Scully's rasped, "but I really need to touch your cock now. I can't wait any longer to wrap my fingers around your beautiful prick, to feel your velvety soft skin all covered in suds, sliding up and down inside my fist..." Mulder couldn't tell if the heavy panting in his ears was coming from the tape or his own throat. But he could definitely tell that this whole scenario was turning Scully on as much as it was him. Lost in the haze of desire created by her voice, Mulder rubbed more lather into his hands, stroking his rock hard erection the way his lover would. "Oh God, Mulder, this feels so good. You're so long, and hard, and hot... I'm going to kneel down right in front of you so I can watch you come. My hands are moving faster now, and I'm stroking your balls just a little, not too hard, because I want this to last a bit longer." A tight feeling began to coil at the base of Mulder's spine as one hand pumped faster, while the other kneaded his sac, eyes still closed, head thrown back against the tile wall. His gasping breaths now matched the sounds coming from the recorder, and Mulder could almost feel Scully's warm breath puffing against his hyper-sensitive flesh. "Mulder... God, I have to touch myself... I can't help it, I'm so hot, I want you so much... I'm touching myself while I'm hand-fucking you, Mulder... I've got my fingers between my legs and I'm gonna come... Oh shit, I'm gonna come so hard... " Mulder could see her in his mind, kneeling on the floor of the shower, wet hair plastered to her face. Water was dripping off the tips of her breasts as one soapy hand pumped his rigid cock, while the other hand was buried between her thighs, rubbing and thrusting as she groaned her desire into the curls in his groin. "Mulder... I love you... so much... I'm coming, Mulder... so hard, so hard... loveyousomuch...oh God! MULDER!" The sound of Scully crying his name in ecstasy was all Mulder needed to push him right after her. He roared his release as his body bucked away from the wall, hands milking every last drop from his spasming shaft. Colors exploded behind his clenched eyes as Mulder sobbed his pleasure to the empty room while his body shuddered on every breath. "...loveyouScullyloveyousomuch...thankyou... God, I love you..." Opening his eyes for the first time since he'd stepped into the shower, Mulder blearily watched the evidence of his incredible orgasm slide down the shower wall toward the drain. Splashing water to help it along its way, he heard Scully's sex-worn voice coming from the recorder. "That was fun, Mulder. But I think I'll take a nap now. Why don't you dry off and join me? I'll meet you under the sheets, lover. Don't be long." *click* Shutting off the cooling water, Mulder opened the shower door and grabbed a towel with boneless hands. His arms seemed to weigh a ton as he swiped the worst of the water off his skin. Taking a few extra minutes to blow out the candles, Mulder rubbed his hair with the towel as he shuffled down the hall to his bedroom. He smiled to see the fresh sheets on the mattress, turned down invitingly, with the soft comforter he seldom used spread on top. Because Fox Mulder always paid his debts. And this was one obligation he was going to take great delight in repaying in exactly the right fashion. Crawling under the clean linen with a contented sigh, Mulder laid back on the pillow and looked at his reflection in the mirrored canopy. His hair was sticking up in several directions and his eyes had the hooded appearance of a man thoroughly satisfied, ready for a refreshing sleep. With a sad sigh, Mulder turned on his side and burrowed into the bed, getting comfortable for the night. A smile blossomed across his face as his eyes took in the small pile of micro cassette tapes sitting on his night stand, each one labeled for a different time covering the next two days. There was even a pack of new batteries for the recorder. As his eyes drooped shut, Mulder couldn't help thinking that maybe this wouldn't be such a bad weekend after all. THE END of Wishing You Had Stayed Mulder: "...I can't always read your mind, but you make it pretty clear when you're planning on kicking a guy in the nuts." Scully: "Got to stop telegraphing my moves." from Basketball Therapy by Kel Author's Notes: Okay, you guys, I told you this would happen if you didn't send feedback, so don't blame me. This series of stories (yes, there will be more) is dedicated to Char Chaffin and Teresa Bishop, who write some of the most fascinating, intriguing, delightfully smutty stories and casefiles you could ever hope to read. Ladies, your jester will never be worthy, but that doesn't mean I won't give it a damn good try. Oodles of kisses to all the people who've written since the first story in this series was posted. All this smutty stuff isn't my fault! They encouraged me! Honest! FEEDBACK: God yes! Want some! Need some! Gimmegimme! (Did I mention I'd like feedback?) Any mistakes in this story are purely my own fault, although there wouldn't be any if my buff beta-reader didn't have a problem with reading smut written by his mother. Must be a Freudian thing. Let me know how I done, and I promise to cyber- lick your shoes for all I'm worth. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Title: Wishing I Could See You Winner of the LTSFA Reader's Choice Award for Best Smut Fic Dec/Jan 2000-01 Author: mimic117 Rating: NC-17 for adult sexual situations. If I had another outlet for my midlife crisis, I'd use it. Spoilers: none for the show, but this is the third installment in a series of smut stories that began with "Wishing I Could Touch You" and continued in "Wishing You Had Stayed". You might want to read the second one in order to catch the subtle nuances of this one. Plus you also need to accept that M&S are lovers. If this isn't your cup of tea, why are you still here? Keywords: Mulder/Scully romance Summary: It's payback time for Mulder, and a little aural sex ensues between our consenting agents. Disclaimer: Fox & Dana I don't own Doo-da doo-da Can't sue blood out of a stone Oh doo-da-day. Chris still runs the show, ( 1013, you know). I just like to let them play. Please don't sue my butt. Author's notes and assorted nincompoopery at the end Sunday morning 7:00 AM *RING* "Scully..." "What are you wearing?" Fox Mulder's morning voice flowed gravely and seductive into the phone. He could almost see the smile on Dana Scully's face even before she spoke. "Mulder, what are you doing?" "I just woke up and wanted to say 'good morning' to the woman I love. So, Scully," he rasped, "what are you wearing, what are you doing, and where are you doing it?" The sound of rustling fabric tickled his ear, his mind supplying the image of her settling back and tucking her feet up. "Well, to answer your questions in order; my green silk pajamas, typing the autopsy report from our last case on my laptop, on the couch." Mulder grinned on an agonized moan. "Ohhh, Scully. I love it when you talk dirty to me." She chuckled into the phone, causing a shiver down his spine. "Yeah, I've noticed that about you. Must come from watching all those videos that aren't yours. So, Mulder," Scully purred, "what are *you* wearing?" Fox Mulder smirked at his reflection in the mirrored bed canopy. Stretching, he tucked an arm under his head, settling in for the long haul. He wondered what Scully would have to say about the erection that lifted the sheet at the first sound of her voice. Her vocal tones could make him go from zero to steel in three seconds flat, especially now that they'd become lovers. Since discovering the heaven on earth that was making love to Dana Scully, Mulder thanked whatever deities were in charge of such things for the blessing of an eidetic memory. "Well, Scully," he murmured, "let's just say that if we ever investigate an x-file at a nudist colony, I'm dressed for the occasion." Now Scully was moaning in Mulder's ear. "Mmmm! You're wearing my favorite suit." Mulder shuddered at the naked lust in her voice. Knowing that Scully found him attractive, even desirable, never ceased to delight him. Balancing the phone on his left shoulder, he ran a hand down his stomach, and under the sheet. He had a small debt to repay this morning, but he intended to enjoy as well as give enjoyment. "So, Agent Scully, how was your pathology convention?" he asked, yawning. He could hear her scooting around on the couch, stretching out and getting comfortable. "I'm glad I went, Mulder. I managed to catch a couple good lectures on Saturday morning, and it was nice to see Dr. Clooney again. She's still trying to talk me into returning to medicine, by the way. I told her I already have all the stress I can handle, thanks all the same." Mulder felt his heart tighten at the unintended truth in her words. Tears came to his eyes at the thought of all the dangers they'd faced, together and separately, during the years they'd been partners. So much of what Scully had been through could have been avoided if only she'd stuck to medicine and never been welded at the hip to 'Spooky' Mulder. He tried to swallow his guilt and sorrow, but Scully heard him, reading his mind with complete accuracy. "Mulder, you know good and well that's not what I meant," she scolded. "We both know I wouldn't last six months in a normal practice. I would die of boredom, if high blood pressure didn't kill me first." Scully chuckled into Mulder's ear, and he wiped the tear tracks from his face with a grin, sniffing. "Can you imagine me spending all my time treating people for obesity or heart palpitations? Or having my ears deafened by little kids who don't want their shot? No, Mulder, being chased by mutants and psychos may not be everyone's idea of fun, but at least it's never dull. I wouldn't trade it for the richest family practice in DC." Humbled by the sincerity in her words, Mulder gave a heart-felt sigh, closing his eyes. "Thank you for coming home early, Scully," he whispered. "Have I told you today how much I love you?" "Hmm," she mused, "I seem to remember hearing something of the sort late last night, but I don't recall those words being spoken at any time this morning." "Play your cards right, G-woman, and you'll hear me screaming it before the day is over," Mulder growled in her ear. Scully's gurgling laugh prickled his scalp. "Oooh, I hope so. So what's on the agenda for today, Agent Mulder?" "I really didn't have any plans beyond talking to you on the phone for a while, my dear Scully," Mulder retorted. "I wasn't expecting you home yet. Did you have something specific in mind for today?" "Well," she groaned, "I had been sort of planning to suck your dick until you couldn't stand it anymore, and then fuck you half to death. Nothing really special." Mulder gasped in mock disgust. "Dana Katherine Scully, are you gonna kiss me with that mouth?" There was a smug smile in her voice as she growled, "Every chance I get and every place I can." "God," Mulder whimpered, "is that a promise?" "Oh yeah," she rasped. "And you know I always keep my promises. But I can't do anything to you if you're not even here." "There's nothing I'd like more than to see you right now, Scully." Mulder laid back deeper into the pillows. "I can picture you lying on the couch, your legs stretched out, your ankles crossed. Your green pajamas shimmer in the light from the lamp. You put your laptop on the coffee table, but you haven't turned it off yet. I'll bet you've still got your glasses on, too. Right?" Scully snorted. "You know, we've been hanging around together *way* too long, Mulder." He heard her glasses land on the coffee table with a metallic clink. "What am I doing now?" Mulder closed his eyes, seeing her in his mind. "You're running your right hand up and down the side of your jaw, because that's what you always do when you're embarrassed about something." The whoop that hit his ear made Mulder jump, and he smiled at his mirrored twin overhead. "Now you're running your hand down your throat, into the valley between your breasts, right into that little shadowy area where they almost meet," Mulder rumbled. "No I'm not, Mulder," Scully contradicted. Mulder lowered his voice to a murmur. "Yes, you are, Scully." The silence stretched out for several seconds, and Mulder could feel the moment she caught on to what he was saying. "Yeah, Mulder, you're right," Scully agreed. "That's just what I'm doing." Mulder hadn't realized he was holding his breath until the air left his lungs in a soft whoosh, his muscles relaxing back into the mattress. All except the muscle he was lazily stroking between his legs, which became impossibly harder. It seemed that his repayment plan might work, after all. "Keep running your fingers up and down your cleavage, and tell me how it feels," he coaxed. Scully sighed, "It feels soft, and warm, and a bit tickly. The same way it felt when your hands undressed me last night." Mulder's breathing sped up, and he made a conscious effort not to rush things. He wanted to make it special for her; this incredible woman who owned his heart and soul. 'Slowly, slowly,' he admonished. 'Let's make this one to remember.' "Undo the first button on your pajamas, Scully," he whispered. "Run your knuckles across the top of your breasts, but gently." He could hear her breathing harder, making little puffing noises against his ear. "Now undo the other two buttons, and pull the edges of the top back a bit. Open it just until the inner edges of your nipples peek out on both sides." The sound of fabric whispering against itself was enough to make Mulder release his throbbing shaft to avoid coming right then and there. He wasn't sure how erotic Scully was finding this, but it was a helluva turn on for him! "Oh, Mulder," she moaned, "I'll bet I look like one of those pin-up girls from World War II. My top is open all the way down, and my nipples are getting hard from the cool breeze on my skin." "No pin-up from any time in history could look as enticing as you must right now, Scully," Mulder sighed from his heart. "Cup the underside of your breast in your hand; feel the round weight of it; how full and sensual it is." The momentary hitch in her exhalations was enough to inform him that she was doing as he asked. The image created in his mind caused his eyes to slam shut as his fingers wrapped around his engorged cock, slowly pulling. "Your breasts are so exquisite, Scully," Mulder murmured, "so much rounder and fuller than I ever expected. Your clothes are such perfect camouflage for how very feminine you are. Watching you remove your bra that first time was like opening a box of chocolates; expecting to find Hershey's and getting Godiva instead." Little whimpering cries were crawling out of the phone and racing down Mulder's arms, causing the hand in his lap to speed up. Finding a drop of pre-cum on the end of his shaft, he rubbed it into the sensitive crease under the head, sending out an answering whimper. "God, Mulder," Scully confessed, "I love when you touch my breasts. I wish you were here to touch them right now." "I wish I was there to lick the crease under them, Scully," he replied. "Even after you've just showered, it still tastes salty, and warm. It smells like you, and like comfort. I'd lick the crease under both your breasts. Then I'd lick straight up to your nipple and grab it with my lips." "OH, yeah, Mulder yes, please..." she mewled. The sound of her pajamas rustling on the couch made his fingers tighten, his hips undulating under the sheet. Mulder gasped at the increase of sensation. "I'd tug on your nipples just with my lips, gently but firmly, until they stood up in rosy peaks. Then I'd rub the palms of my hands over both of them at once," Mulder growled. "Are you running your hand over your nipples now, Scully?" "Yesss," she hissed, "my pajama top is open and I'm rubbing my palm back and forth over my breasts." Mulder's hips jerked straight off the bed. He kicked at the sheet until it collected around his feet and slid to the floor. His overhead reflection now held the vision of a man hanging onto the ragged edge of orgasm, beautiful in his torment. "I wish I could see you right now," Mulder panted. "Jesus, I'd give almost anything to see you like this." "Please, Mulder," Scully sobbed, "please, come to me. I want you so much..." Making a conscious effort to still the manic jerking of his hand, Mulder took several deep breaths, willing his body not to betray him. It was obvious that this little game would have to end soon, but this was for Scully's pleasure more than for his own. It was time to give her what she needed. Then spend the rest of the day recapturing the afterglow. Mulder reached out with his voice, caressing her with his love. "I want you, too, Scully, so badly. But not just yet, my wonderful love; soon I promise. First, I want you to stroke your hand down your pretty stomach. Reach under your waistband, and run your fingers through the tight curls." He wasn't sure if the resulting gasp came from Scully, or him. "God, Mulder, I'm so wet...my thighs are all sticky with wanting you..." The keening cry in her voice coupled with her words were enough to make Mulder grit his teeth as he squeezed the base of his cock, hard. Coming now would ruin everything. He was determined to make this good for her. Panting with desire, Mulder said, "Rub your thumb on your clit, Scully; reach the rest of your hand down between your legs. Are you doing that?" All he got was a keening "hmmm" in reply. "Now push two fingers inside, as far as they'll go. Do you feel that, Scully?" Mulder's breath was shallow; a sure sign that he was very close to a major explosion. "Yeah, Mulder," Scully whimpered. "I feel it... God, it's so good..." "That's me, Scully," Mulder moaned. "I'm inside you, so deep, so very deep... ohhh, you feel so good, Scully... so tight, so wet, so hot..." Mulder's hand pumped wildly on his cock and he let go of the phone with his other hand to reach down and squeeze his balls. He could feel his orgasm coiling at the base of his spine as he listened to Scully's gasping sobs and cries of delight. He knew it wouldn't be much longer for either of them. "Scullee... you're gonna make me come... shit, I'm gonna come so hard..." "I'm coming, Mulder... oh damn, I'm... I'm com..." "... love you, I love you, Scully..." "... Mulder, love you... so much..." "AAAHHH!" "MULDERRR!" It was several minutes before Mulder was aware of anything except the pounding of the blood through his veins. His eyes were still clamped shut. He could hear Scully's ragged breath soughing through the phone where it lay near his shoulder. Wearily, he forced his eyelids up, surveying his sated twin in the mirrored canopy. The sticky white patches he could see on his chest and abdomen made him grimace. The worst thing about going it alone was always the clean-up. Picking up the phone again, he exhaled a great sigh of contentment, clearing his throat. "Thank you for the tapes, Scully," he breathed. "I never got to hear all of them, but I wanted to repay you in some small way for all the time and love you put into them." Scully let loose a groggy chuckle, tickling his ear. "If I'd known what kind of ideas they'd give you, I would have recorded them years ago." "Wanna go out for breakfast, my treat?" he asked. He heard her clothing slipping against the couch as she shifted again, and he grinned at the exhaustion in her voice. "Sure, Mulder, where do you want to go?" "We'll decide that once I see you, okay? Just stay right where you are, and I'll get cleaned up so I can come and get you." "Okay," Scully muttered, "I'll be right here." His phone went dead. Sitting up stiffly, Mulder replaced the phone receiver in the cradle and gingerly climbed out of bed. Grabbing his boxers off the dresser on his way, Mulder shuffled into his bathroom and cleaned up the evidence of his morning's activities with a warm washcloth. Staggered into his boxers, he headed out to the living room. Coming around the corner, he couldn't help smiling at his partner and lover, lying half- undressed on his couch, her cell phone still pressed to her ear. Gently taking the phone from her hand, Mulder set it down next to her laptop and bent over, kissing between her breasts. Scully gave a tiny start, looking up at him with a sleepy smile. "Good morning, gorgeous," she sighed. "Yes, it is, beautiful. What would you be interested in for breakfast?" THE END of Wishing I Could See You (hanging under a bridge) "Mulder!" Scully gasps. "Don't look down." "Too late." "Under no circumstances describe to me what you saw." from 'Annelid' by CindyET Author's notes: Okay, this is where everyone leaves so they don't have to read this drivel. Bye-bye! I want to say thanks to every single person who wrote and said how much they enjoyed this series. (You all know who you are, you smut mongers, you!) They beat me and tortured me and hollered at me until I got this done. Boy, that was fun! There will be more in this series, (at least two) but I'm not sure when they'll be done because I've started my first casefile and Cindy says I have to finish that NOW. ~nudgenudge~ As before, these stories are dedicated to Char Chaffin and Teresa Bishop, the wonderful queens of the 'lurid' casefile. How's your jester doing ladies? FEEDBACK: Damn straight! You wouldn't believe how it motivates me, so the more I get, the faster I'll write. Hopefully, that will motivate you, as well! Cyber chocolates to everyone who writes, and we ain't talkin' Hershey's here. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Title: Wishing You Would Dare 1 of 1 Author: mimic117 Rating: R, believe it or not (don't gasp like that - you'll swallow a bug or something) for suggestive language and naughty imagery. Spoilers: none for the show, but this is part of the series that began with "Wishing I Could Touch You". You should most likely read the first three stories in order, but this one could stand on its own in the series. You do need to accept that M&S are in a loving, consensual relationship. Don't gag, it could happen! Summary: We will now attempt a willing suspension of disbelief. Three words - charity male auction. What happens when Mulder takes Scully's dare? Disclaimer: Oh puhleeze! I haven't the vaguest idea why anyone would think they were mine. I certainly haven't seen any royalty checks recently. ~looking, looking~ Nope, nothing here. Guess I'm just doing this for fun, not profit. So don't get all bent out of shape. I always put my toys back. Author likes to babble at the end once she's sucked you in. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ "Scully, I don't care if it's to benefit Mother Teresa and the Little Sisters of Charity! I refuse to put myself on display like this!" Mulder glared at his partner with all the determination of a man who is terrified of humiliating himself within an inch of his life. As much as he loved her, come hell or high water, there was absolutely no way he was going to do this. "Okay, Mulder," Scully replied without rancor. "You don't have to if you don't want to." Dropping the invitation on his desk, his eyes shot open in astonishment at her easy capitulation. "What do you mean, okay?" He watched warily as Scully gathered the files on her desk into a neat pile, preparing to go home on time for once. Innocent eyes lifted to Mulder's face in confusion as she considered his question. "I mean okay, Mulder. I can't force you to do something you don't want to, and I would never try, you know that. I realize it's short notice, with the auction being tomorrow night and all. It's okay if you don't feel you can help Agent Ralston's family by doing this." Mulder's shoulders slumped in dejection. He knew how easily he could be talked into doing anything Scully asked as long as there was a hint of guilt involved. But not this time. Mentally shoving an iron rod up his spine, Mulder let her see his displeasure at her blatant attempt to manipulate him. "That was really low, Agent Scully," he muttered through clenched teeth. "You know I'd like nothing better than to help Ralston's family. He was a good agent until he had that mid-life crisis and ran off with a biker chick and his life savings. But this is not a way that I'm comfortable with when it comes to raising money." "Mulder, a charity male auction is a fun event. The men being auctioned get a chance to strut their stuff for a few minutes, and the winning bidder gets an attractive man to have dinner with for a night," Scully reasoned in her most practiced 'be sensible, this is not an X-file' voice. "Is it really any worse than charity female mud wrestling?" Mulder threw his hands into the air. "Hell yeah, it's worse! You want ME to go up there and 'strut my stuff' in front of our colleagues in the bureau, Scully! Sure it's worse!" Scully soothingly stroked her hand down her indignant partner's shirt sleeve. Taking his hand, she brought it to her lips, kissing his knuckles. "You're right, Mulder," she soothed. "I just wasn't thinking straight. When Holly told me that Agent Cross had to back out yesterday, I immediately suggested you to replace him. I guess I was just thinking of how attractive you are, and how proud I'd be to see you in the limelight. But you're right. I don't think I want you on display for all those other women to drool and lust over. I'll just tell Holly that you're." Scully patted his hand, gathering up her purse and coat. With his eyes trained on the floor, Mulder didn't notice the wicked little smile yanking up the corners of her lovely mouth. By the time he looked at her face, the only expression visible was one of contrition and loving acceptance. "Well, now, Scully, hold on a minute," he huffed. "Were you planning to go to this auction yourself? I mean, I suppose I could help out if Holly is really in a bind, but I don't like the idea of being thrown to the secretarial-shark pool like a piece of raw steak, you know?" "No no, Mulder," she assured him. "You don't have to do this. I mean, I'm sure there are already plenty of handsome agents signed up for it. I heard that Macready, Reynolds, and Schwimmer are all on the list. You'd just be one among many, and while I know you'd be the most attractive man there, I hate to think of you putting yourself through such a degrading experience. Don't give it another thought." Shrugging into her coat, Scully reached up on tiptoes and softly kissed him on the lips, using her thumb to remove her lipstick traces. "It's alright, Scully," he grinned. "I've decided to go ahead and do the auction. If nothing else, it'll be something new for everyone to talk about, wouldn't you say?" Scully's eyebrows crinkled in concern as she gazed at Mulder's determined face. "Well, if you're sure, Mulder. I guess it's up to you, after all. I'll see you in the morning, then. My turn to bring breakfast, right?" Mulder gave her one of his full-watt smiles, delighted to receive one back. "Better make it something substantial, Scully. I have a feeling I'm going to need my strength before the day is over." With a cheery wave over her shoulder, Scully left the basement office with a rapid step. Mulder never heard the soft snorts coming from behind the hand his loving partner held over her mouth. But as the door closed after her retreating figure, Mulder began to get a new, creepy, feeling. Like he'd just been had - big time. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Friday dawned bright and sunny to the delighted eyes of the denizens of DC. But in the basement of the Hoover Building, it was twilight, as always. Dana Scully balanced the cardboard carrier of coffee cups in one hand, a slippery pile of files in the other, and attempted to avoid stumbling over the various boxes that had appeared in her usual pathway overnight. This left only one place for her to carry the bag of breakfast muffins; her teeth. Scully chuffed in disgust when she saw the office door was shut. Kicking out in frustration, it snapped open under her assault, causing Mulder to jump in his chair, just barely avoiding a backward somersault to the floor by the grace of God and the metal trim on the edge of his desk. "Jesus, Scully," Mulder complained, righting himself. "You gotta bust in here like Rambo? You scared me out of several years of my life, which I can't spare anymore. Why didn't you just knock?" Scully pinned him to his chair with a look of supreme annoyance, and walking to his desk, spat the bakery bag into Mulder's lap. "Exactly what part of my anatomy would you suggest I use next time my hands are full, Agent Mulder?" Seeing the way his face lit up as his mouth opened on a rude reply, Scully shot back "Say it, Mulder, and you'll never see what I bought at Victoria's Secret last week." Mulder's mouth shut with a clack that would have been audible out in the hallway. Deciding that chickening out was the better part of valor, he chose to go on the offensive concerning breakfast. "There'd better not be a whole wheat bran muffin in this bag with my name on it, Agent Scully, or I'll have to arrest you for assault on a federal officer with a deadly weapon." Mulder gingerly unrolled the top of the bag and peeked in with one eye closed, keeping his head well out of the way as if he thought it might blow sky high at any moment. Placing the files on her desk, Scully rolled her stiff shoulders and handed him a coffee cup. Snatching the bag out of his hand, she said, "I don't think your arteries could take the change in fiber content. They'd probably end up being shredded by all the roughage. I bought a cherry bran muffin for me, and..." "Ahhh," Mulder sighed, grabbing the bag back and sticking his face inside, "cream cheese." Taking a huge bite of the sugary chunk of cheese sticking out of the top, his eyes closed in ecstasy as he mumbled, "Scully, you are just too good to me." "Funny, that's what my therapist keeps telling me." Turning to hang her overcoat, Scully was brought up short by a large garment bag blocking her usual spot. "Mulder," she frowned, "why is your garment bag trying to pull down the coat rack?" Jumping up from his chair, Mulder removed the offending bag to make room for Scully's coat. Hooking the bag's hanger over the back of the door, he explained, "Oh that's just the clothes I'm wearing for the auction tonight. Holly said we can wear whatever we want, and bring music to use, too. I figured since I never get out of here on time anyway, I'd better bring my clothes along." "You're really going to do it, Mulder?" He nodded as the last of the muffin disappeared between his sticky lips. "Well," Scully marveled, "I really admire the way you've put aside your reservations about this. So what are you wearing?" Mulder shook his head, waggling his eyebrows at her. "It's a secret, Scully. You'll just have to wait until tonight to find out." Scully's look of irritation was replaced by a look of abject horror as a dreadful idea occurred to her. "NO! Mulder, you're not going to dress up like Elvis, are you?!" Smacking himself on the forehead, Mulder groaned, "Oh man, why didn't *I* think of that? Shit, now it's too late. Guess I'll just have to stick with the clothes I brought with me." Scully exhaled hard enough to stir papers on the desk. Giving Mulder a chagrined smile, she sat down to begin her work day. "I should have known you had more sense than to pull a stunt like that in front of the whole bureau, Mulder," she apologized. Mulder's voice shot down an octave and a half as he mumbled, "Thank ya, thank ya verra much." Spinning in his chair, Mulder also began the task of sorting the day's chores, as he contemplated the surprise in store for his favorite G-woman at the evening's festivities. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Special Agent Scully was starting to get antsy. The auction had been going on for nearly an hour already, and still no Mulder. And as if that wasn't bad enough, she'd never made it home in time to change clothes. There she sat, in her charcoal gray suit and sensible blue blouse, while all around her, fellow female agents, secretaries, clerks and assorted personnel of the feminine gender chattered and hooted like flocks of iridescent exotic birds. Obviously *they'd* had time to don something suitable for an evening out if they were the lucky bidder tonight. It was a good thing she wasn't planning on trying to win any other agent besides her partner. His taste in ties might come into question occasionally, but at least she could be confident that his choice of suits would go with what she was wearing. So far, the evening had not been without a certain humor. Scully was pleasantly surprised by the charm and poise displayed by agents she had always seen as being fairly dull, though handsome. The dozen or so men who had been auctioned off thus far had chosen music and outfits that ran the gamut from construction worker ("Up On the Roof"), to "Zoot Suit Riot" (complete with zoot suit), to "Hooked on Disco". Scully couldn't help shuddering at the white polyester-clad John Travolta wannabe. She had always been glad that disco died a sudden and horrible death. The amount of money collected averaged several hundred dollars per auctionee, with the top bid so far being the $450.00 paid by Skinner's secretary for Agent Macready of the jet black curly hair, long-lashed green eyes, and construction hard-hat. Just as Scully was regretting that Mulder hadn't been able to go through with it, the banquet hall suddenly went pitch black. After the obligatory shrieks died down, she could hear careful footsteps making their way out to the end of the runway. She would know that sound anywhere. A sudden shot of adrenaline raised her body temperature in anticipation, as Mistress-of- Ceremonies Holly announced the next item up for bid. "Ladies," Holly called for attention, "our last auction of the night is well worth waiting for. He's come all the way up from his basement den to join us, and I think you'll agree that this is a side of him we've never seen before. Here he is... The Fox himself... Special Agent Mulder!" After a moment of blindness as the lights flashed on, Scully's eyes immediately locked onto the dark figure almost at the end of the runway. A figure down on his right knee, black jeans stretched tight over the thigh under his right hand, black leather-clad left elbow resting on his left knee. His left hand shaded the sunglasses on his face as his hips slowly bounced up and down. I'm too sexy for my love too sexy for my love love's going to leave me Scully's internal organs liquefied and flowed south as Mulder gracefully came to his feet and began swiveling his body to the music. She proceeded to register each of his movements without conscious thought, aided by pure lust. I'm too sexy for my shirt too sexy for my shirt so sexy it hurts and I'm too sexy for Milan too sexy for Milan New York and Japan and I'm too sexy for your body too sexy for your body no way I'm disco dancing I'm a model, you know what I mean, and I do my little turn on the catwalk yeah on the catwalk, on the catwalk yeah, I do my little turn on the catwalk and I'm too sexy for my car too sexy for my car too sexy by far and I'm too sexy for my hat too sexy for my hat whaddya think about that I'm a model, you know what I mean, and I do my little turn on the catwalk yeah on the catwalk, on the catwalk yeah, I shake my little tush on the catwalk I'm too sexy for my hand too sexy for my hand too sexy for my hand I'm a model, you know what I mean, and I do my little turn on the catwalk yeah on the catwalk, on the catwalk yeah, I shake my little tush on the catwalk and I'm too sexy for my cat too sexy for my cat poor pussy, poor pussy cat and I'm too sexy for my love too sexy for my love love's going to leave me and I'm too sexy for this song ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Several seconds of dead silence were followed by an explosion of applause and cheering that smote Mulder's ears like a sonic boom. He fancied the shock waves rolling over his head might be visible to the naked eye. However, Mulder stayed in his crouch for several more minutes, recovering his breath. Only once did he look into the audience, peeking over the top of his sunglasses to lock eyes with his equally breathless, stunned partner before rising to his feet. Bowing, Mulder retrieved his leather jacket on his way to the center of the stage. Once in position, he assumed the 'at ease' stance, waiting for the noise to subside so they could finish the rest of the auction. He felt he'd created enough of a sensation for one evening. Dana Scully sat as one transformed into a pillar of salt. She had just witnessed a side to her partner/lover/best friend, that she not only hadn't suspected was possible, but would have bet money against if anyone had ever broached it as a consideration. She'd essentially dared him into this escapade, never expecting Mulder to get into the spirit of fun. But to actually be the star of the show... Scully wondered how big a puddle she was going to leave on her chair when she stood up. By the time she returned to a state of coherent thought, bidding on The Fox was already up to $365.00 and rising fast. There appeared to be a bidding war going on between three of the secretaries and two clerks from transportation requisition. Scully's eyes narrowed as she recognized contenders. She'd heard several of these women gossiping about Mulder when they didn't know she was in the restroom. The usual topic under speculation concerned how the size of a certain portion of his anatomy related to the size of another portion. General opinion seemed to be equally divided between his nose and his feet as the determining factor. There was no bloody way in hell any of them were getting their paws on him to test their theory, no matter how many credit cards she had to max out. Rationally, it was for a good cause. From that point on, there was no doubt in anyone's mind who would be the winning bidder. Dana Scully was relentless in her quest to save her partner's gorgeous hide from those human harpies. When the gavel was finally struck on the "winning bid of $875.00, sold to Special Agent Scully", few people would have been surprised to see her laying in a spreading lake of her own blood. If looks could have killed, her life would be slowly draining away through multiple stab wounds and lacerations. The one who was most pleased about the outcome appeared to be her partner. As Mulder walked to the stairs at the end of the runway to the sound of disappointed applause, Scully's senses grew selective about what they would allow to register in her brain. The high-decibel noise of attendees preparing to leave became the buzz of a mosquito in her ear. Her optic nerves didn't notice the movement of people gathering up belongings and heading to the exit. All of her being was focused on the tall, dark man with the enticing smile who was now standing in front of her, waiting. For several long seconds, neither one moved, locked into a moment of erotic anticipation. Placing his right hand over his heart, Mulder bowed deeply from the waist. Straightening, he offered an elbow to lead Scully to the payment table. Still nothing was spoken between them. The few men in the audience who had come with their significant others, either to enjoy the spectacle or in the hope of preventing the sudden onset of a hormonal crisis, watched enviously as Dana Scully took the arm of this stranger they thought they knew. They looked at him almost as intently as his bedazzled partner was doing, trying to understand how they could have been so blind to the man under the agent. They never considered the fact that perhaps he deliberately hid under the enveloping cloak of the FBI, allowing a select few to see within. There was only one thing any of them was certain of at that moment, as they watched their colleagues, still immersed in each other, walk across the room: Special Agent Fox Mulder was getting laid tonight. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ For once in her life, Scully didn't know what to say. There were so many things she wanted to tell her partner. Such as how proud she was of him. And how incredible he looked. And how much she wanted to throw him under a table and fuck the life out of him. But the first thing that came out of her mouth as they left the payment area was, "Where did you learn to do that?" The little grin Mulder had been wearing for the last fifteen minutes mutated into a full- blown smile: with teeth, just the way she liked it. "Didn't I ever tell you I did runway modeling for department stores while I was in England, Scully?" Opening her mouth to ask why he had chosen to perform in such a manner for all these relative strangers, Scully was struck with the sudden realization that Mulder hadn't done it for the charity, or the recognition, or the applause. He'd done it for her. She didn't know why she was so certain. Scully only knew there was no doubt in her mind Mulder had planned his little exhibition for no other reason than because he knew she would enjoy it. And that he was aware of the exact moment when she reached that conclusion. Mulder stopped her near the banquet room exit and leaned close. "If my Mistress will allow?" he murmured. "I need to retrieve my suit from the changing area backstage. It'll just take a minute." "Mistress?" Scully's eyebrow nearly shot off her forehead in astonishment. Mulder leaned in even closer, until she could feel waves of heat curling around her from his body. "I'm yours for the night, Mistress. Body bought and paid for, to do what you will." The passion in his words consumed her with its fire as Mulder's voice became a whisper for her alone. "My heart and soul, however, I give freely, without reservation. So if my mistress will permit me?" She couldn't find the strength for more than a single nod. Scully watched Mulder trot up the steps to the stage, made speechless once again by the power this man had to arouse her beyond human tolerance. She idly enjoyed the sight of his ass being caressed by the skin-tight black denim. That's when a thought struck her right between the eyes; Mulder was wearing jeans. And she had already learned, through personal experience, that where there was Mulder in jeans, there was Mulder naked *under* his jeans. Scully's mind reeled with the possibility that while her partner had been bumping, and grinding, and swiveling his hips for God and all the Bureau to see, nothing was coming between him and his Levis. That thought sent another rush of moisture into her already damp panties. She knew that would have been a consideration when choosing his wardrobe for the evening. Mulder was standing in front of her before Scully knew that he'd returned. She started as he interrupted her daydreaming, a fact he hadn't missed as evidenced by the little quirk at one corner of his mouth. Placing his hand on her lower back, Mulder led Scully toward the elevators. The hall was all but deserted now, save for the cleaning staff whose work day was only beginning. As the elevator doors opened, Scully considered for the first time that perhaps her outfit and Mulder's wouldn't match for a night out on the town. "I guess I'd better go home and change into something more suitable if I'm taking my slave out to dinner tonight," she observed. "If I'd known what you planned to wear, I would have made sure to find something appropriate for the occasion." Reaching over to the control panel, Mulder pushed the stop button. With the garment bag and leather jacket hanging over one shoulder, he closed the distance between them, stopping just millimeters shy of touching Scully's body. "Tell me what you would have worn, Mistress," he breathed into her hair. "I want to imagine how you'd look if you'd known." Scully gulped as Mulder nuzzled her temple with his lips, considering what would excite him most. "I would have bought a short, tight black skirt," she sighed, "made out of a soft knit fabric." Mulder rubbed the tip of his nose up and down the side of hers, humming in approval. "I wouldn't wear any stockings at all, because the skirt would be too short," she offered. "I'd have on open-toed black leather heels, the kind with an ankle strap. My toenails would be painted a dark burgundy red." A deep groan vibrated the side of Scully's neck where Mulder was scratching his beard stubble against her skin. Scully gave an answering groan, leaning back against the cold elevator wall. "My... um, my shirt would just be a plain black, high-necked T-shirt, just like the one you have on, Mulder." Scully thought she might hyperventilate from panting so hard. Mulder was using his free hand to burrow under all the layers of suiting, trying to find a way inside to the soft skin he knew was waiting for him. But an important question made him pause for a moment in his mission. "Underneath, Scully," he coaxed. "What would you wear underneath?" Scully fought to regain control of her disintegrating thought processes long enough to form a coherent sentence. It was becoming more and more difficult, due to the wonderful sensations Mulder's tongue was creating behind her ear. "If I wore anything," she smirked as Mulder whimpered, "it would be green satin, so it would be a surprise against the black. Green satin bikini panties, and a green satin push-up bra, so I'd look like one of those girls in the videos you don't own." The garment bag and jacket hit the floor as Mulder's agile mind supplied the completed image. Closing the few microns of space between them with a jolt that made Scully squeak in surprise, he ground his already considerable erection into her abdomen. Running her hands up and down Mulder's back, she pulled his shirt out of his pants, while he performed the same service with her blouse. Just as one of his warm hands reached the underside of her breast while the other was slithering under her slacks to cup her ass, Mulder stopped, pulling back enough to look into her eyes. "Would Mistress care to continue home and change," he rasped, "or is there something her devoted slave can do for her first?" Releasing her hold on his T-shirt, Scully ran her nails over his nipples just to hear the little keening cry it always caused. Then reaching up on tiptoe, she devoured his mouth for the first time that night, hardly leaving either of them enough oxygen to breathe. Pulling back from the kiss out of necessity, Scully gazed into the molten depths of her lover's eyes and decided to test a theory. Plunging her hands down the back of his pants, she was pleased to discover her hypothesis scientifically provable - nothing-but- Mulder under these jeans... Cupping bare, warm, smooth MulderAss, her smile curved against his lips as she kissed him. She whispered into his throat, "I've never been done in a descending elevator... care to rectify that, Slave?" Scully swallowed his groan as Mulder pinned her to the padded walls of the elevator, effectively kissing the legs out from under her as he fought for enough breath to answer. "Your slave lives to 'do you', Mistress..." ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Later that evening, some members of the building's cleaning staff wondered what had caused the loud thumping noise, that seemed to be metallic in tone, coming from the elevator shaft. Someone suggested the heating ducts were expanding or cooling off (or something), and everyone else concurred that it made sense. Probably heat related... it was a generally well known fact that all buildings made odd noises at times. Some were just odder than others... THE END of Wishing You Would Dare "Come on, Scully. How do I know you're telling me the truth if you don't show me how it doesn't work?" "Fine. If it will shut you up." "It'll shut me up. And for future reference, I have a favorite way of being shut up-" "Shut up, Mulder." "Shutting up." from "Truth AND Dare" by Jamie Greco Visit Jamie's terrific fanfic at: http://starmekitten.8m.com/jamie/index.html Author's Notes: This was a new experience for me. (No, not the lack of smut! Sheesh.) I wrote this entire story straight off the top of my head on the basis of one photograph in a magazine. (April 2000 Movieline. Page 54. Check it out!) Now that this is finished, I can have that damned song surgically removed from my brain. I love the song, mind you, but not during every waking moment for weeks on end! Sincerely humble thanks to Queen Char for the wonderful beta experience, both giving and receiving. (Did that sound as kinky to you as it did to me?!) And especially for the incredible suggestions for the ending. Even if I'd been halfway conscious at 1:00 in the morning, I never would have come close to thinking of that myself. Once again, this series is dedicated to Their Highnesses, Char Chaffin and Teresa Bishop, without whom the world would have a great deal less Phile-smut, and wouldn't that be a crying shame?! BTW: The cream cheese muffin that Mulder devoured does exist and it's the best muffin you'll ever have that's hopefully no good for you. It's my favorite, so that's why I used it. Hungry now? Special Disclaimer: The song "I'm Too Sexy" is by Right Said Fred and was used without permission but with a whole lot of hopping and dancing around. I didn't want to put this in the regular disclaimer, because I didn't want to spoil the surprise. FEEDBACK: Hell yeah! Yes please? You bet! Sock it to me! Oops, I just dated myself. Tell me what you thought, and I'll see what I can do about getting a private dance from The Fox. SSHH! It's just between you and me. Don't tell anyone else. mimic117@yahoo.com