Date: 23 Sep 1998 19:46:19 GMT Subject: Birthday Surprise 1/4 REpost by REquest Title:Birthday Surprise Author: Chris C. Email: FoxNDana2@aol.com Category MSR Spoilers: Up to,but not including FTF Rating NC17 Posting: Anywhere, just keep my name on it Disclaimers: You know their not mine, they belong to Fox, 1013 and the real Chris C. Summary: Scully gets "sweet revenge" against Mulder for always ditching her. Note: E-mail gives me the strength to write, I desperately need nourishment to finish part 3. I'm weak....FEED ME!!!!! Send all feedback to foxndana2@aol.com part 1/4 "I can't believe he talked me into this," Scully said under her breath. She was standing outside the lair of the Lone Gunmen, dreading facing the guys without Mulder with her. He had been called into Assistant Director Skinner's office just as they were getting ready to leave. He had to justify yet another medical insurance bill, thanks to his ability to injure himself almost on a daily basis. The guys had some new device they were concocting and needed someone to help test it out. Naturally Mulder had volunteered themselves for this task. The caseload was small this week, so she caved in and agreed to help out. Plus it WAS Mulder's birthday, so she was feeling a little more generous today. He somehow managed to talk Scully into going ahead without him. They could always meet back at the office before they went out this evening for his birthday dinner. Now here she stood, thinking to herself She gave the knock Mulder had showed her and was greeted by a very stunned and anticipating Frohike. she thought, seeing the look on his face. Just for good measure, she felt her gun tucked in the back of her skirt to make sure she indeed had the safety ON. "H-Hi Agent Scully! C-Come on in!" Frohike stammered, obviously taken by the low cut blazer she had worn today. She wore it to torment Mulder, since it was Friday, and she knew he would spend the weekend with his "video" collection and thinking about the view he'd had to stare at all day Friday. She had planned on the outfit driving him crazy over their quiet little dinner tonight. She had chosen something "special" to wear with her partner's tastes in mind. And if the outfit served to distract him over their quiet little dinner tonight, well maybe later they could finally explore other "extreme possibilities" within their relationship. If she had known she was coming here, especially alone, she would have had on a turtleneck under her blazer and a pair of pants on instead of the too short skirt. She let Frohike lead her to the room where Byers and Langly were setting up the equipment. They both jumped to attention when they saw Scully enter the room. "Scully," Byers said, "we weren't sure if you'd show up, since Mulder bailed on you." Scully sat down on a stool near the electronic devices and said, "Well, I DID have to cancel a hot date, but Mulder promised we would meet you today." The devastated, hurt look that came across Frohike's face when she mentioned a 'hot date' was more than she could handle. She cracked a smile and winked in Frohike's direction, letting him know she hadn't had a date. Frohike sighed a "Whew!" of relief, then came around to join the others in explaining how the device worked and what they wanted Scully and Mulder to test. It seems the guys have come up with a device that could tap into any phone number and reroute the call to the chosen location of another phone. It also altered the voice pattern of the speaker. Not just the voice, but also the accent of the individual. It could take a female's southern drawl and turn it into a male's New York-Cabby voice. And to top it off, it was virtually untraceable. That's why they wanted Scully and Mulder. They had tested their own voices, but needed the data of a female voice to make sure their calculations were accurate. They also needed the device relocated, to see if it's untraceable capabilities could stand up to their masterminds. The idea was for Mulder and Scully to secure the device at an unknown location, and see if the guys could hack their way into the system to trace the calls. If they couldn't trace it, no one could. Scully listened while Byers and Langly finished giving her the details about how to install and secure the device. Frohike mostly just stared at the top of her blazer, which was showing just enough cleavage to make him keep dropping his jaw, along with his eyes, all afternoon. When they had packed up their latest invention, it wasn't soon enough for Scully. She tucked it into her briefcase and hurriedly shot out the door, telling them she'd have it ready for them to test by 6:00 p.m. this evening. Back in the safety of her car, she started the engine and tore out onto the street, cursing Mulder for ditching her, AGAIN, and swore she'd get even with him this time. Scully had time to cool off, a little, on the drive back to the office. She decided to go ahead and pick up the birthday cake she had ordered for Mulder the week before. After all, she already paid for it and it was such a waste of chocolate if she didn't! She was feeling a bit better when she pulled into the parking lot of the J. Edgar Hoover Building. It was almost 5:00 p.m. and they would be leaving soon to go to dinner. Scully decided she'd go ahead and bring the cake to Mulder before they left for the evening. Maybe they could indulge in a piece before dinner, since they had to kill time before they ran the test for The Lone Gunman's device. Hauling her pastry in one hand and her briefcase in the other, she managed her way to the elevator and down to the basement office. As she came in the door Scully said, "Happy birth-..." She stopped short when she saw Mulder putting on his suit jacket and reaching for his keys and a file off of his desk. "Just where do you think you're going ?!" Mulder noticed the cake box in her hand and faltered for a moment. "Uh... I uh...have to check out a lead Skinner dumped on me. It should only take about 3 hours round trip. But that kinda cancels our dinner plans." Mulder could almost see the steam rising out of her ears. He looked at her with his best puppy dog face and said, "Can we do a late dinner?" The icy calm that blanketed Scully's face came so quickly it almost scared Mulder, but he thought he better not look a gift horse in the mouth. Scully was already planning her revenge. "No Mulder, you go ahead and check this lead and we'll go to dinner tomorrow. I have...plans for later, anyway." Mulder contemplated a smartass retort, but decided against it. "Here," Scully said dejectedly, handing him the box, "you can enjoy this tonight instead of my company." Mulder thought to himself. He really didn't want to ditch Scully, tonight of all nights, but Skinner had been insistent. Skinner promised the full weekend off for Mulder and Scully if he would get this last bit of investigative work out of the way. Mulder thought of Scully in that low cut blazer and short skirt she was wearing and almost denied the assignment. Maybe he could use that image tonight, while he was alone in his apartment with his birthday cake and his "videos." Reluctantly, Mulder took the cake and headed for the elevator, thanking his partner and hoping she hadn't noticed the bulge rising in his pants. She had. Scully grinned to herself at the closed door after Mulder left. She knew by the look in his eyes what he'd be doing tonight. Since Mulder had forgot to inquire about the meeting with The Lone Gunmen, Scully knew she had the advantage over tonight's outcome. Mulder was going to get his 'just desserts.' Ideas were already reeling in her head when Scully started setting up the equipment for tonight's test. She had decided to do the test at the office. That would kill some time before Mulder returned. Scully had the last of the wires attached and had begun running the calibration sheet to check the device for proper setup. Looking over the printout, she noted that everything thing checked out. "Now, who should I call..." Scully pondered to herself. She still had about 3 minutes to check time. "Perfect!" She said out loud and began to dial the secured personal line to the lair of The Lone Gunmen. After about a half-hour of mindless dribble about being an alien abductee and needing information on the nearest meeting time and place for her kind, Scully hung up the phone with the unaware Langly. She checked the printout to see if the call had been traced. The built in check system read 'negative on all security risk factors.' "This could be fun," Scully said to herself beginning to contemplate the possibilities for her revenge against Mulder. Scully had stopped off to pick up some Chinese food on the way back to her apartment. It was nearly 7:30 p.m. when she got home. she thought, She finished the last of the diagnostic checks on the device at around 9:45 p.m. Scully calculated that she had about an hour before she needed to make her call. She sat back on her couch, flipping through the TV channels. It felt good to relax for a little while, and she was very comfortable since she was only donned in a pair of silk panties and the top half of her silk pajamas. There was no necessity for more clothing tonight since Scully knew Mulder wouldn't be popping in unannounced. Although the thought of Mulder popping in on her while she was this scantily dressed did send a tingle through her middle. But that didn't stop her from imagining the possible outcomes in that scenario. Lost in thought, Scully absent-mindedly played with the top couple of buttons on her pajamas, not noticing that she left them unfastened. Eventually, she shook the thoughts out of her head, and realized it was already 10:45 p.m. She knew Mulder would be sitting on his old, black couch in his apartment right about now, brooding over his lost dinner plans. "O.K. Mulder, it's payback time," Scully said to herself, as she grinned and started dialing. Mulder was sitting in his apartment, alone and sulking on his old, black couch. He had been eating on the chocolate birthday cake Scully had given him this afternoon. He really wished she was here to share it, but she had "other plans." Mulder thought to himself He thought about going over to her apartment to see if she really did have plans, but decided he didn't want to find out if she really did. "Well THIS birthday really sucks!" he said to his empty apartment. At least he had his phone call to look forward to. He looked at his watch. Usually they called back quicker after getting his credit card information. He licked his lips, wondering who would be calling him tonight. About 5 seconds later, his phone rings. Mulder reached for the phone and grumbled "Hello?" The voice on the other end made his eyebrows arch, and the rest of his body perk up with interest. "Hi there..Mr.Fox Mulder?" Scully had chosen a sexy southern voice pattern. "Uh, yes. What can I...DO for you?" Mulder said in his most husky, sexy voice. Scully almost faltered at the sound of him. But she quickly composed herself, true to Scully fashion, and continued to play her little game. "Oooh, 'Fox'? Is that your real name, or is that just what the ladies call you?" She went right into sultry-mode. She was planning on trying to sell him some insurance against alien abduction. Someone had actually come up with this type of policy and had e-mailed the information to Mulder's computer at the office. She rolled her eyes at the first thought of it, but it was going to come in handy tonight. "You know, I don't recognize your voice. Have you done this for long?" Mulder questioned. Scully had to think fast, 'done this long?' She would have to play neutral until she knew exactly what he was thinking. "As a matter of fact, Foxy, this is my first week with this... company." She hoped her slight hesitation wouldn't reveal too much. "Oohhh. So did you get assigned to me by one of my regulars?" Mulder was feeling lonely without Scully tonight; maybe some 'new company' would help relieve some of his tensions. "That depends," the sexy voice continued, "who are your regulars?" Mulder told her "Chantal calls me quite often, and so does Candy." Scully felt her stomach go queasy. Then Mulder confirmed her thought with "So do you like to participate, too?" "With the right person, I'm willing to try anything." Scully said to him, wondering how she was going to get through this without laughing into the phone. "So, what do I call you?" Mulder asked, as he got comfortable on his couch. She told him "My name is Heather," then decided to add, "but you can call me whatever you like." Scully thought she had blown it with that since there was a short pause. Then much to her shock she heard him answer "Dana." Scully felt her heart beating harder in her chest. She faltered a bit and carefully said, "Excuse me?" He said softly, but still in a husky, sexy voice, "I'd like to call you... Dana." "Sure Foxy, it's your fantasy. Is that the name of your lady? Your wild fantasy woman?" It was a bold move, but Scully couldn't go on unless she knew if he was really talking about her, or if he had figured out she was behind this prank. Mulder needed the thought of Scully tonight. Why not use her name as well. Maybe this would fulfill at least some part of his craving for his partner. Mulder rationalized to himself. "Actually, her name is Dana, but at work, I'm only allowed to call her by her last name. . .Tonight, I want - Dana." He knew these women never made judgments on their clients, or they would be out of business. So he felt free enough to indulge himself. On the other end of the phone, Scully almost fell right off of her sofa. She always brushed off his leering tones and comments, attributing it too his need to see if he could break her of her always dignified and controlled demeanor. She never thought he saw her - that way. How many times did she have to control the little waves of pleasure in her body when he would lead her into a room with his hand on the small of her back. God how she loved that. She mustered up her courage. No, she could not let the opportunity pass her by. She had to find out more. Scully went back into her facade. "Anything you want Foxy. Anything." Mulder went into his routine. "Dana, take of your top." Scully sat there for a moment, then answered to him "Mine's off, now how about yours?" "Anything you say, Dana," he said as he unbuttoned and slipped off his dress shirt. He kept saying her name. It helped him with the visualization for his fantasy. As did the outfit Scully had worn to work that day. If only she knew the impression she had made! This would be better than the evening he had planned with his video collection. At least this was a live voice, and a sexy one at that. Not like his Scully's, but if he kept on saying her name, he could imagine. He had an impeccable imagination. "Your skirt, Dana, I want you to take off your skirt...slowly." Dana breathed out a little then went through the motions of what she hoped sounded like undressing. "OK, Fox, ooh that feels good. Now you, take off your pants." Scully paused, waiting for him to shed his layers. She took in a gasping breath as she heard a zipper coming down, then the 'swish' sound as he pulled his pants over his legs. The thought of Mulder undressing himself to her, made Scully start to feel a tingling warmth in her center. This was going farther than she had planned. She only wanted to play a joke on him, get him back a little for ditching her all the time. This was getting... She felt a little lightheaded, the blood rushing to her limbs & extremities. Mulder spoke huskily into the phone, "Dana?" "Yes?" She answered, inadvertently responding to her own name, and bringing her thoughts back to the situation at hand. "Touch me." She had no choice now. At least she knew the phone line was secure. No one would ever find out about this. Least of all Mulder. She decided to continue. Not to mention, the thought of touching Mulder was getting her aroused as well. "Lie back," he commanded, and she complied. "Now close your eyes, pretend you're touching me. Tell me what you're doing." "I'm running my hands over your chest, Fox. My fingers are brushing against your nipples. I'm rolling my fingers around your nipples, squeezing, softly. I can feel them getting hard. My hands are traveling down your stomach. I can feel the hard muscles, the soft skin. I'm bending down to kiss your chest." She made a soft wet puckering sound on the phone itself. At that, Mulder let out a soft moan. Feeling somewhat apprehensive, Scully pulled back a little. But not wanting to blow her cover she came back with, "Now I'm trailing kisses up your neck, biting and sucking slightly with every move of my lips." She could almost feel his skin beneath her lips as she spoke the words. "I'm kissing your cheek. Now I'm trailing around your chin, and back up the other side. I'm kissing. Nibbling. Moving my way back down your neck." She breathed into the phone a little. Scully hadn't even noticed she had unbuttoned her pajama top the rest of the way, and that it was now hanging loosely off one shoulder, exposing her tingling flesh. Her eyes were closed as she painted this image of Mulder, her hands and lips caressing his body. She needed something more. Then, behind closed eyes, she heard herself speak softly, but throaty, "Fox?" "Yes?" He was panting softly. "Touch me." "Dana, use your hands and pretend they are mine. Run you fingers down your neck, then between your breasts, your hand trailing over your stomach, and down over your hip. It's my hand. My hand flowing over your hip. Down your thigh. Around the inside and back up. My fingers stroke the soft curls at your center." Scully let out a soft moan into the receiver. Mulder slid his own hand down to ease the ache he now had. He slowly stroked his length as he continued. "Now, Dana, my hand is cupping you. I'm sliding one finger in. It feels so hot and slick. Now two fingers. In and out, in and out. Slowly. Now my thumb circles your clit. Around and around. Gently. Slowly." Mulder could almost feel the hot, moist flesh of Scully beneath his hands. Scully was immersed in the pleasure, eyes still closed, moving as Mulder, across her body. "You feel so good, Fox," she cooed. She didn't even realize she said that out loud until he said, "So do you Dana, so do you." "Now, move faster. My fingers are working faster. Stroking inside you. Then out over your clit. Hot and wet. Circling you there. Faster. Harder." Scully felt her head tilting back as her breathing got faster. Harder. Then she heard the last thing she needed: "Come for me, Dana, come for me." She couldn't hold back at the sound of his voice. That was the thought running through her mind as her body exploded into blackness. The wondrous oblivion of orgasm. Stars crashing behind her closed eyes as the convulsions washed over her. Mulder listened intently as his words caused her to cross over the brink of pleasure. He shifted on his sofa and knocked the birthday cake box onto the floor. As Scully's body slowly came back into some slim conscious form of control, she heard him on the other end, "Shit!" She jumped up, pulling herself back into a sitting position and pulling her hand away from herself instantaneously. "What?!" she exclaimed. "I knocked the cake onto the floor! What a waste of chocolate." Scully remembered the cake she gave him this afternoon. she thought to herself as she grinned mischievously at her next thought. "Hey, Fox," she said wryly, "how much cake was in that box?" "Oh, about half. Why?" He was confused and curious at her question. "Well there's no sense in it TOTALLY going to waste..." Scully could almost hear him raise his eyebrow at that. She had regained her composure and was ready for the next move. "Wanna try something a little off the wall?" Curiosity got the best of Mulder. "What do you have in mind?" "Kneel over the cake." Mulder did as requested. "Now, rub your shaft into the icing. Slow circles." Again, Mulder did as requested. "How does that feel, lover?" Scully was on a roll. She couldn't help but let herself go, under the safe cover of her false identity. She thought she might have to get one of these for herself. This was the best electronic invention The Lone Gunmen have come up with. She hadn't felt this free since that night in Philadelphia when she got her tattoo. Mulder's moans brought her out of her reverie, and once again, she found herself welling up with overwhelming sensations in her middle. "Oh yes," he was saying, "I knew I loved cake for some reason." "Well, now's your chance to take that love one step farther. Press yourself deep into it. Make love to it. Like you would make love to me. Slowly. Deeply. Can you feel the slickness of me, Fox?" Again, Mulder was doing as requested. It was something he would never have done on his own. But the thought of Dana Scully asking him to perform these acts made him unable to deny her anything. "Yes, Dana, yes..." Mulder was panting hard now. To her surprise, so was Scully. She had inadvertently slip her hand back down between her legs and was gently caressing her bundle of nerves. Pleasure was wracking them both. "Faster, Fox. Harder. Faster. Now...Now..Now!" "Oh God! Dana!" "Oh, Fox, oh, oh...Fox!" A few seconds later, Scully and Mulder convulsed simultaneously in a wave of ecstasy. As Mulder relaxed a bit, he leaned back sitting on his legs. "Well, now I have a chocolate cake, with chocolate icing, and....white sprinkles." At that, Scully burst into an uncontrollable laughter. Mulder quickly joined in, somewhat to ease his mind about what he had just done. After both had recovered from their fit, there was a short pause on the line. Scully suddenly remembered 'who' she was and spoke up. "Well I hope you enjoyed your birthday, Foxy." "It's definitely one I'll never forget. Maybe you could call again sometime, Dana?" "Maybe I will, honey, maybe I will." And then Scully was let off the hook, literally and figuratively. She hung up her phone and collapsed back on her sofa. Replaying the events of this evening in her head, Scully felt herself blush a little. She disconnected the device from her phone line and tossed the diagnostic sheet aside. It had made a last confirmation of an untraceable call. she thought as she headed to the bathroom to clean up. Mulder sat on his floor still, wondering what in the world had made him have sex with a cake! was his only thought as he smiled. Suddenly his phone rang, startling him out of his reverie about his partner. "Hello?" "Hiya honeydove! Ready for me?" Mulder shook his head, confused. "Who is this?" he asked the woman on the other end. "Oh, Fox, I'm hurt," she said with mock injury, "it's Candy. Has it been that long, that you forgot me already?" He was still confused, and didn't know what to say. Why were they calling again? "Sorry Candy. It's just... you're a little late. One of the new girls already called. We just...finished up." "Sorry, baby! We must have had a mix up on the list. I don't suppose you're up for another run, huh?" "Not tonight. She was very...talented. Maybe next time." "Sure thing honey. Bye." Mulder hung up again. He played the conversation over in his head. Imagining her saying and doing those things to him was one thing. But there was no way the enigmatic Dr. Dana Scully (A.K.A-The Ice Queen) could be capable of this. Could she? Mulder stared at the phone for a minute, contemplating that thought. he thought. With a little bit of anxiety, Mulder dialed Scully's cell phone number. Scully heard her phone ringing from inside her bathroom. She quickly wrapped herself in a towel and ran out. Rushing to answer the phone, she was breathing faster than normal when she said her standard "Scully." Mulder noticed her breathing and asked, "Scully? Are you alright? You sound-out of breath. Is everything O.K.?" He shifted slightly on his floor. Uneasy. Maybe it was the thought that Scully was injured, or maybe that it was her on the phone before. But he found his blood racing and his heart starting to beat faster in his chest. "I'm fine, Mulder," she answered, as she always did. "Why are you calling so late? Did something come up from the lead you were checking on?" Of course she knew he hadn't, she was just trying to distract him while caught her breath and steadied herself. "Wha..? No-I just-" "I just got home a little while ago. I remembered you had plans to go out this evening. If those plans weren't TOO private, I thought maybe I could join you. Where are you, Scully?" She had to think quickly. She had left the TV on and there was some movie with a party going on. She turned up the volume a bit more and told him, "I'm out with my brother, Bill, and his wife. We were just celebrating his new Naval promotion." Bill really had gotten a promotion, but that had been months ago. Mulder and Bill did not get along very well, so she had never bothered to mention it to him. Scully grabbed some glasses and rattled them together, trying to make it sound like she was in a club or restaurant or something. It was a feeble attempt, but it worked. "Oh, o.k. Tell Bill I said congratulations," he said sullenly. Mulder knew Bill didn't care for him much. That's probably why Scully hadn't wanted to mention the plans to him earlier. "I will," she said, sighing relief that her acting had worked. "I'll see you tomorrow?" he asked. "Sure, we still have to have that birthday dinner." Scully could almost see his little boy smile over the phone. "G'night Mulder. Happy Birthday." "Thanks Scully. 'Night." Scully collapsed onto her sofa. Relieved that she had pulled off her little prank, and then some, she let the memories of the evening play over in her head. It WAS only supposed to be a prank. It had taken on a life of its own though. She almost felt bad for deceiving Mulder like that. She grinned mischievously. Mulder hung up his phone, shaking his head. Mulder played the events over in his photographic memory. At least he could look forward to seeing her tomorrow. End part 1/4 Part 2/4 Mulder woke from his first night of restful sleep in ages, no nightmares. He was still on his couch, not unlike any other night's location, but this time he was relaxed, calm, and aroused. Not the usual arousal that awakens most men, but because of the dreams he'd had about Dana Scully. There was a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he thought about the unpartnerly dream he just had. Then Mulder found himself feeling uncomfortable, not about his thoughts though. There was something else. He looked down to locate the discomfort. Then it hit him. He groaned loudly. < Shit! > He never washed up after last night's escapade. His nether regions were still caked with, cake. Shaking his head, Mulder rose slowly from the couch and headed for the shower. He would be seeing Scully today so he opted for a very cold shower. Scully enjoyed being able to sleep late this morning. She had a very erotic dream about Mulder and was thankful that it wasn't cut short by the buzzing of the alarm clock. She had milled around her apartment for awhile, ate a light breakfast, and pondered about what to with Mulder tonight. Of course they would go to dinner, but she was thinking more along the lines of dessert. She couldn't wait to order chocolate cake, hoping they had it with white sprinkles, just to see the look on his face. Scully began to recall the events of last night, but was brought out of her reverie by the sound of her ringing phone. She answered with a very thoughtful voice, "Hello?" "Hey Scully, have you had lunch yet?" "Not, yet Mulder." "Be ready in fifteen minutes." He had hung up before she could even reply. < So-lunch, huh? I think I can do lunch. I'm in the mood for some cake. > Mulder let out the breath he had been holding since he heard Scully's voice answer the phone. Much better than the imitation from last night. < She sounded like she was in a good mood. Maybe she's not still mad at me about yesterday. > He finished putting on his shoes, then grabbed his keys and headed over to Scully's. He arrived exactly fifteen minutes later. < Right on time > she thought as she picked up her purse and keys and answered the door. "Hi. So where are we going?" "How 'bout 'Joe's?" he asked. "Sounds good to me." He placed his hand on her back as they walked out to the street. Joe's was small restaurant, almost a diner. There weren't too many people there. A couple of men at the counter, and about six other people scattered in the various booths. They took a seat in a booth at the back of the restaurant and waited for the waitress. They both made idle chat through lunch, until Mulder's mind wandered and he asked, "How did it go yesterday with the 'guys'? I was in such a hurry yesterday I forgot to ask." "Oh, it went fine." "What was it they wanted us to look at?" Scully took a big bite of her hamburger and then a long drink of her diet coke, stalling. She was trying to think of what to tell him so she wouldn't give herself away. "Thirsty?" he asked, still waiting for her answer. "Yes." Another pause. "Well?" "Well what?" Still stalling. "What did they want?" "Oh, that. Just some, uh, untraceable phone tap." She didn't want to elaborate any more than that, but naturally he kept pressing. "Why did they need us?" Another big drink. "Scully?" "They needed an undisclosed location and number to run the test. So, where are you headed after lunch?" she asked trying to change the subject quickly. "I need to stop by the office, then I'll drop you off at home. Maybe I'll go play some basketball. Do you want to come watch?" His last question was in a tone that connotated something sexual, and so did his eyebrows, which were moving up and down. "No, thanks. I need to run a few errands before dinner tonight." In a childlike voice he said, "Are you going out to buy me a present?!" "No. Actually," she said as she fished out a box from her purse, "here, I already got you something." He tried not to act greedy at being the recipient of a surely thoughtful gift from his best friend. He didn't succeed. She almost couldn't keep from busting out with laughter when she saw the confused look on his face as he stared at her gift. "It's a pen. Thanks." "It's not just any pen," she said, "it's one of those pens that you can write with in space. You know, in case you get abducted or something, you can still write for help." He grinned slightly, thinking this must be payback for getting her a keychain for her birthday. "Thanks, but how am I supposed to write for help? You didn't exactly give me any 'space stamps' you know." They both laughed at that one, and were beginning to regain their composure when the waitress walked up and asked if either of them would care for dessert. Scully couldn't resist. "I'll have a piece of chocolate cake, with just a sprinkle of whipped cream. How 'bout you Mulder? Want some cake, since we didn't get to share any yesterday?" He was already flushed from the neck up just thinking about what he had done to the cake she gave him the day before. There's no way he could eat cake in front of her after last night. "Uh, no thanks." "Are you sure? I've never seen you turn down junk food." "Oh yeah, I'm sure." His face was still red when the waitress brought Scully her dessert. After she finished, they headed back to the office at the J. Edgar Hoover Building. Mulder found what he was looking for, then noticed a computer printout sheet on his desk. "What's this?" he asked her as he held up the diagnostic sheet from the test run yesterday. < Oh shit! I forgot about that! > "Uh, that's the, um, diagnostic printout from the test I performed yesterday." "But what is this one-.'voice alteration successful'?" Scully knew she couldn't lie to him, he'd eventually find out about the device from the '3 stooges' anyway. "Oh, I almost forgot about that part," she said off-handedly, "the machine can also alter voice patterns to further complicate the tracing procedures. You know, male to female, female to male, accents. It makes it harder to ascertain the identity of the caller, even with current technical capabilities. At least this week anyway." She was trying her damnedest not to give him any clues. "It will probably be cracked and rendered obsolete within six months." Eager to change the subject she said, "Can we go now? I'm kind of in a hurry." Mulder watched his tenacious partner squirm and fidget through her entire explanation. He wanted to question her actions and evasiveness, but decided against taking the chance of pissing her off and ruining tonight. Besides, she looked so sexy in those tight jeans and even tighter sweater, he probably wouldn't be able to handle her tirade at his inquisitions. So he just eyed her for a moment, then nodded. "Your probably right. Nothing stays untraceable for too long. It does sound interesting though." He was now talking to her back since she had already headed for the door and was reaching for the knob. The drive to her apartment was spent in relative silence. He dropped her at her apartment a few minutes later. As she climbed out of the car Mulder called after her, "I'll pick you up tonight at 7:00." "I'll be ready," Scully said as she shut the door and walked off. Then she thought to herself < I hope YOU'RE ready for tonight. > Scully spent the remainder of the day idly straightening up her apartment. Doing those menial tasks, like the dishes and laundry, which she put off during her hectic workweek. It was nearly 5:30 p.m. when she began to get ready for their evening. Mulder was due to pick her up at 7:00 p.m. Mulder had just gotten home from playing basketball at a local gym. He'd needed to release some pent up energy, and waiting around his apartment until it was time to pick up Scully wasn't going to help. One of the young men he had played against today had elbowed him in the ribs and then proceeded to knock him right on his ass, apologizing to the 'old-timer' (as he put it) for being so rough on him. Mulder had drowned this urge to get his FBI signature series SIG and shoot the little punk for that one. He was still a little sore when he got in the shower to ready himself for his night off with Scully. Scully was putting the finishing touches of lipstick on when she heard his knock on the door. She smacked her lips in approval and grinned slightly as she went to answer the door. Scully barely kept her mouth from dropping open, although her eyes widened at the sight before her. Mulder was standing before her with his arm leaning against the doorframe. He was dressed in a white, button-up, collarless shirt, a black and white, small-checkered vest, and black, pleated dress pants. He even had on her favorite cologne, Lagerfeld. Scully felt her legs wavering as she stammered "H-Hi, come on in." He hadn't met her eyes yet, until he moved to come inside. She was glad, that meant he hadn't noticed her reaction. But he had. Instantly. When Scully opened the door, Mulder momentarily saw her eyes widen. Right before his own eyes almost bugged out of his head, he dropped his gaze down Scully's body. She was adorned in a very sleek black, strapless, silk dress topped only by a small, black, silk wrap. Her hair was pinned up in a French twist, with a single red ringlet curl framing each cheek. His eyes move to the floor as he entered her apartment, and he noticed four-inch heels at the ends of her shapely legs. It took him a moment to realize that she had spoken to him. "Hi, yourself. You look- stunning!" He thought briefly about being professional and partnerly, but those were the only words that fell from his lips. Those lips. She couldn't keep her eyes off of them as he complimented her attire. They were wet and in a slight grin as he spoke to her. Her cheeks flushed immediately at the thought of those lips planting kisses over her entire body. "You look pretty stunning yourself." She leaned over and kissed him lightly on the cheek and, almost in a whisper next to his ear, said "Happy birthday, Fox." Knowing how he hated his first name she asked softly, "Do you mind me calling you that?" He hated that name. But coming from those pouty red lips of hers, it sounded almost erotic as her voice echoed through his head. Mulder was barely able to utter "No, it's alright. Thank you, Dana," as he returned a light kiss on her cheek. Just then he caught the scent of his favorite perfume, Eternity. < Oh, God she smells good > he thought, as he slowly pulled his face away from hers. He had an instant erection. The only thing he could think to do to hide it was to get going, before he grabbed her and made love to her until she screamed his name. "Are you ready to go?" "Sure, just let me get my purse." < Oh, God he smells good > she thought, as she turned away from him to pick up her purse. He held the door open for her saying, "After you," and guided her out with his hand on the small of her back as he pulled the door closed behind him. < This is going to be one hell of a night > was the thought going through both of their minds as they exited her building and headed for the car. End part 2/4 Birthday Surprise 3/4 Mulder opened the car door for Scully, trying not to stare too long at her legs as she gracefully slid in. He went to the driver's side and hesitated, just long enough to take a very deep breath, before he climbed in and brought the engine to life. The first ten minutes were silent. Then Scully reached for the radio buttons, giving him a quick, "Do you mind?" "No, no, go ahead. We still have about twenty minutes before we get there." Mulder was thankful for the distraction. He'd spent the last ten minutes or so trying to think of something to say to her other than 'I want you RIGHT here RIGHT now!' Scully flipped through the stations, which were mostly cluttered with commercials or traffic reports. She settled on a country station that was playing an old song she remembered from her childhood. She thought about how her mother used to sing it a lot when her father was away, an old ballad by Dolly Parton. When she saw Mulder getting ready to give her his *look* she smiled fondly and said, "My mom used to sing this when Ahab was off on assignment. It reminds me of him." Mulder simply nodded, then reached his hand out for hers, squeezing slightly. He knew how close Scully was to her father, and how much she must miss him. Scully twisted her hand inside his light grip and twined her fingers with his. He started to turn his head her way and say something. But he knew if he did, she'd break the contact, and that was the *last* thing he wanted. It felt so natural, being with her, holding her hand this way. So instead, he sat perfectly still, eyes focused on the road, but his mind was running wild. It wasn't until the song ended that she realized what she had done. Mulder had reached for her hand, and her hand, of its own accord, had snaked itself into this small, intimate embrace with his. It had felt so natural, so instinctual, that she wasn't even aware that she did it. She started to pull away, not really wanting to, then realized something. < He must not mind too much, he hasn't pulled away yet. I wonder how long I can stay like this before he moves away. > Suddenly her mind began to reel. But she sat motionless. Scully knew that if she moved he would break contact, and that's *not* what she wanted. Not yet. Not now. The radio played an endless roll of songs. Neither Mulder nor Scully were paying much attention, not until the DJ spoke. "This is for all you new lovers out there tonight. Forget about the past and start living from this moment on." They both stole a sidelong glance at the other, but neither of them noticed. Their hands remained in their interlocked position, resting on the console. They listened intently on the words that followed. The singer spoke in the beginning: I do swear that I'll always be there. I'd give anything and everything and I will always care. Through weakness and strength, happiness and sorrow, For better, for worse, I will love you with every beat of my heart. Scully was stunned. With those few words, her feelings for Mulder were fully exposed. It was as if her thoughts over the last few years were just transcribed and sent across the night air through the radio waves. The mantra that followed froze her to her seat and succeeded in playing out everything in her soul. From this moment life has begun From this moment you are the one Right beside you is where I belong From this moment on From this moment I have been blessed I live only for your happiness And for your love I'd give my last breath From this moment on I give my hand to you with all my heart Can't wait to live my life with you, can't wait to start You and I will never be apart My dreams came true because of you... Scully looked at her partner's profile out of the corner of her eye. His silhouette against the moonlight was breathtaking. She drank it in, then turned her head towards her window and closed her eyes. Every curve was memorized, etched in her brain. She stared at the Image in her head as the verses continued. From this moment as long as I live I will love you, I promise you this There is nothing I wouldn't give From this moment on You're the reason I believe in love And you're the answer to my prayers from up above All we need is just the two of us My dreams came true because of you From this moment as long as I live I will love you, I promise you this There is nothing I wouldn't give From this moment I will love you As long as I live From this moment on.... Mulder sat for a moment. He had just pulled onto parking space, but didn't shut off the engine immediately. The loud, obnoxious man on the radio commercial now, jarred him back to reality. He quickly turned the car off. Mulder couldn't believe his ears. He rarely listened to that genre of music, so this was even more of a shock. Everything he felt for Scully, every emotion he'd repressed over the years, poured straight out of his heart and soul through the voices of the two strangers on the radio. Suddenly, something was wrong. They both felt it with overwhelming urgency. Pulses raced. Hands began to sweat. The silence was deafening. Silence. Hands. < Oh shit! > They shared the realization simultaneously. Mulder and Scully were sitting in the silence of the still car, holding hands. Scully removed her hand from her partner's, reached for the door handle, and broke the silence, all in one swift motion. "Let's go on in Mulder, I'm starving," and to herself after exiting the car "and I definitely could use a drink." "Yeah, me too." He knew she didn't mean for him to hear that last part, but that was actually what he was agreeing with. They walked side by side up to the restaurant's entrance. His hand returned to its normal home, on the small of her back, as he led her through the doors. Fellini's was a very nice, semi-intimate restaurant. It was also just far enough away to keep them from running into anyone from the bureau. Not that what they were doing was wrong or anything. They just didn't want to give any more fuel for the rumor mill to run on. The maitre de seated them in an oversized booth, but they managed to take up very little space. Mind you, they weren't close enough to be construed as lovers to the public eye, but they could barely reach for their drinks without brushing up against each other. After their waiter poured the champagne and took their order, Mulder and Scully were left to themselves. "So-" They both spoke at the same time, then laughed. "You first Scully." "No, that's ok, what were you going to say:" "Ladies first." "I was just going to ask if your mother had called you yesterday." "No, she's out at the lake house for the week. She goes there every so often, just to check on things." "Oh. So what were you going to say?" "Huh? Oh, I was just wondering if you were planning on wearing this dress to work anytime soon. You know we could probably get all of our lab work back in twenty minutes if you asked for it while you're wearing this." Scully punched him in the arm. "There is no *way* I'd let those guys see me in this." She regretted saying it before she got the last word out. Scully knew what was coming next. "Oooh, so all THIS is just for little old me?" Instead of blushing, she was ready with her comeback. "Well, considering you're extensive 'video' collection, I thought you might think I was over-dressed." "Scully," he leered at her, leaned in and whispered, "I *always* think you're over-dressed." This time, she blushed and slapped his arm again playfully, "Mulder!" he mused to himself. The waiter showed up just then with their salads and bread, then filled their glasses again. They were barely finished with their salads when Carmine, the waiter, began to set the entrees on the table. Fettucine Alfredo, Chicken Parmesan, and Lasagna. They decided to order all three and split them. "This lasagna is good, but your mom's is better," Mulder said, his mouth so full she could hardly understand him. "Yeah, Mom's lasagna was the most requested dinner item at any big function on the base when I was growing up." Scully was eating fairly quickly, she was hungrier than she'd thought she was. She was also working on her third glass of champagne, as was Mulder. He seemed to be ravishing his meal as well. Tilting her glass up to finish the last of the liquid, Scully looked over at Mulder. He was sucking in a noodle, getting Alfredo sauce all over his lips. Suppressing the urge to lean over and lick it off herself, she reached over and wiped his mouth with her napkin. "Mmm, thanks," he mumbled. "Just returning the favor," she said, smiling that Scully-smile. He remembered immediately, reaching across a table wiping barbecue sauce from the corner of her mouth, and he gave her a knowing grin. "More?" he said, motioning towards her glass. She nodded. He poured, then filled his own glass again. Carmine came back soon to clear some of the dishes away and asked if they would care for dessert. Of course Scully already had hers picked out. Mulder faltered for a moment, then decided on New York Cheesecake. "And for you, Ma'am?" "Umm, I'll have the chocolate cake, with white chocolate sprinkles." If he didn't know better, he'd have thought she knew what he did last night. Mulder looked at Scully. She didn't show any sign of knowing on her face, and he could usually read her face. "Cake twice in one day Scully?" he said teasingly. "Keep that up and you won't be *able* to wear that dress anymore." He dodged her hand this time. "I'm just trying to make up for your lack of sharing last night. See if I buy *you* any more birthday cakes." They both grinned slightly. Carmine set their desserts down and went off to tally their bill. "And what's with all the sprinkles Scully? Whipped cream, white chocolate, what's next?" Mulder mused inwardly. "What's wrong Mulder, don't you like sprinkles?" Her tone was suggestive, but her face was still poised in innocence. "Umm- I guess it depends on what flavor they are," he said, all of a sudden feeling self-conscious. thought Scully. She knew she had him going now, and couldn't resist teasing him a little bit more. She ate each bite slowly. Sliding each mouthful off of her fork with her lips, then sucking on it, letting the delectable morsels melt in her mouth before she swallowed. She'd let her eyes close in an extended blink as she savored the delicacy on her tongue. To her surprise, she was starting to get a little aroused, imagining sucking the cake off of Mulder's erection, like she had wanted to the night before. Not to her surprise though, Mulder was getting aroused as well, squirming in his seat trying to accommodate his growing bulge. So she continued. Mulder watched her ritual with amazement. Watched her bring each bite to her lips. Watched her cheeks as she sucked every drop of flavor out before swallowing. Over and over again she did this, but he couldn't look away. He tried shifting his position in the booth to try alleviating the pressure inside his pants. Mulder thought he was going to come right there at the table when she finished the last bite and stroked her tongue across the fork, removing every last modicum from its slick surface. He waited for her to take a drink before he slid his hand across his erection to relieve a little of the ache he was feeling between his legs. Scully was quite pleased with herself. She had never considered herself to be a 'tease', but it was fun watching Mulder squirm. Plus she was feeling enough of the champagne to be quite tingly and warm all over. Not at all like the "Ice Queen" her former classmates nicknamed her. "Mulder?" "Huh?" he said, almost spilling his drink on the table as he jumped at the sound of her voice. "I have a confession to make," she said quietly. "What is it?" He tried to sound matter-of-factly. "I have another present for you, actually-. Two, but they're still at my apartment." "Would you like to stop and get a bottle of wine and open them up at my place?" She was doing her best to make it sound like an every day innocent request. She assumed that she'd succeeded when he simply replied, "Sure Scully. That sounds good." Truth be told, he was distracted with the relief of knowing he wasn't experiencing the humiliation of a lifetime. They paid their check and headed out the door, his hand leading her lightly as always. "So, back to your place, huh?" he said in his playfully seductive voice. "Yep. Back to my place," Scully confirmed as he closed her car door for her. She unlocked his door from the inside, then reached over and switched the radio off. Mulder climbed in and started heading back to Scully's apartment. He noticed that he radio was off now, but didn't say anything. He was grateful. They spent the drive back in a comfortable silence. They made a quick stop for the wine then continued to her building. He parked the car and told her, "Wait a sec." Mulder got out and went around to open her door for her. He held his had out for hers, "My lady," he said as he made a bowing motion, and she took his hand as he helped her from the car. "Oh Mulder," she said with a slight grin tugging at her lips. It was corny, but she enjoyed his attempt at chivalry. This time he led her to the door with his hand resting around her waist. He removed it when she took a deep breath and unlocked her door. "Come on in," she said. He followed dutifully. End part 3/? Part 4/4 Scully entered her apartment with Mulder on her heels. He closed the door behind him as Scully turned on the lamp on the table where she dropped her keys and purse. She removed her silk wrap from her shoulders and kicked off her shoes. "Do you want something to drink?" she asked Mulder, as he plopped down on her couch. "Sure, how 'bout some wine?" He thought he might as well keep up his courage, albeit from a glass. They both seemed more at ease after drinking, although they didn't indulge in that sort of behavior very often. Scully returned to the living room wielding two glasses of white wine, then sat next to Mulder, handing him his. "Thanks." After a moment, he couldn't stand the silence. So instead of jumping her, (after staring at her bare neck and shoulders all night, that was a great accomplishment) he asked, "So, where's my present, Scully? Or was that just a cheap ploy to get me into your apartment and inebriate me so you could have your way with me?" He wiggled his eyebrows up and down again. If it were up to him, he would've been more than happy to comply with that scenario. "If I inebriated you any further you wouldn't be worth taking advantage of," she retorted in true ScullyStyle. Without giving him the chance to reply she walked into her bedroom. Mulder watched her walk away from him, in awe of the magnificent body he saw retreating into the darkness. He couldn't, for the life of him, understand how the 'boys' from the academy could ever construe her as the "Ice Queen." Not only was she a spectacular sight, but she was the most caring, passionate, loyal, intelligent woman he had ever met. In his own twisted way, Mulder was glad for her reputation around the bureau. That meant that he didn't need to worry about swarms of men trying to vie for her attention and affection. It was selfish, he knew this, but it gave him pleasure in the knowledge that he knew Scully for her true self. And that she apparently wanted him to be the only one that saw her that way. He also knew that her cold faade` made it easier for her to play in the 'boys club.' He took another drink of wine and savored the flavor in his mouth as he leaned his head back and closed his eyes. The words from the song earlier played over in his mind. In the bedroom, Scully opened the top drawer of her dresser and withdrew two boxes. One, the small clothing box, she eyed thoughtfully, then shoved it under her bed. She wanted desperately to let him open that one, but knew the time was not right. Maybe later tonight, if things went the way she had planned, and she had the courage to go through with it. The other box was wrapped in multi-colored pastel slashes, with a big, blue bow and a card that simply said, 'Mulder'. She wistfully ran her fingers over the package. < Tonight > she thought to herself. < I have to tell him tonight. > She turned off the light in her room, closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and headed back into the living room. She paused briefly to stare at her partner, sprawled on her couch, head leaned back, staring at her ceiling. "If you're looking for surveillance cameras, don't bother. I had the place searched for bugs yesterday." Her smile affected Mulder more than anyone else's. He couldn't help but return her toothy grin with one of his own. "That's a good thing to know. So-do I have to guess what you got me, or can I have it now?" "Well, have you been a good boy?" she asked suggestively, one eyebrow raised. "As good as can be expected from a guy like me." She smiled, then got a look of concern on her face. Naturally, Mulder noticed the sudden change. "Scully? What's wrong?" "Nothing. I'm fine. It's just-." She knew she had ended the playful mood they were in and hoped he would understand after he opened his gift. Seeing the puzzled and worried look on his face, she gave him a smile and handed him the box. "Here-open it." There was no turning back now. Mulder took the package from her hands, very slowly. Her hands were trembling a little. "Scully?" "It's all right Mulder. Just, go ahead. Open it." She sat down next to him, close, but left him enough room to maneuver. He looked at her for a moment longer, then carefully removed the bow and ribbon. One more glance in her direction showed him a new look on her face. Not exactly new, but never before this distinct. Was his perception correct? Was that actually love he saw in those deep pools of blue? He turned his attention back to the gift, more anxious than ever to reveal the contents. After disengaging the paper and tape, he carefully lifted the lid off of the box. In it, he pulled back the tissue to unveil a silver picture frame. At first, Mulder didn't understand her reaction to the giving of this gift. Then he looked at it more purposefully. At that moment he understood. He understood a lot. He lifted the double frame out of the box, and studied it. He instantly filled with so many emotions, he had a hard time concealing the tears that were threatening to escape his hazel eyes. In his hands he held a silver, two sided, picture frame. Engraved across the top of the two pictures were the words: "For those we love; the Truth shall set you free". The picture on the left was of his sister. She was smiling happily by a pool, in her bathing suit. It was his favorite picture of Samantha. The picture on the right was of another little girl. Her short hair, big round eyes and smiling face stared back at him from behind a birthday cake. Two names were engraved under the photos. Simple, with small hearts adorned on each side. On the left: "SAMANTHA" on the right: "EMILY." It said more than to him than the words that were printed. His quest had become her quest. His loss became her loss. In turn, her loss became his loss. They shared more than just a tiny office and a desk. They shared their lives. Their loves. Their losses. Their devotion. And looking into each other's eyes right now, their tears. Upon looking at one another, neither could control the tears any longer. "Scully-it's-beautiful," he managed to mumble with a cracked voice. "I, uh-, I thought we could put in our office." "I couldn't think of a better place for it, Scully." He reached over to her and hugged her tight. She melted in his embrace, reveled in his warmth. Then she knew it was time. She tenderly ran her hand up his back and up onto his neck. The touch of his skin sent electricity through her fingers. She pulled back from the embrace and took another deep breath. < Here goes > she thought to herself. "Mulder, I need to tell you something, and I need you to just listen, ok?" He nodded. "We've been through so much together over the past few years. Shared so much of ourselves. More than most partners I believe. I know neither of us have much of a social life. I don't mind most of the time. In my attempts in the past, I found myself comparing everyone to you. Which is understandable. But I kept finding out that none of them measured up. And they all have the same big problem. They're not you. Mulder, we both know that we care for one another, but I need to tell you this. I love you. And even more than that, I am completely in love with you. You complete me. I need to be a part of your life." Scully paused to look at his expression. She had been speaking to his chest for the past few moments. She sniffed back a few tears and continued, looking directly into his moist eyes. "You probably don't realize how much it hurts me when you ditch me. I hate feeling that you don't respect me enough to simply notify me of your intentions. I want us-to be-. closer. I want more. I want to be with you through every danger you face. I want you to call on me to be there for you, good times or bad, to back you up, or to lean on. I want-you." She searched his eyes for understanding. And there she found it. His eyes lit up, a soft green. Keeping his promise, Mulder said nothing. Instead he caressed her cheek, and ran his fingers through her hair, which she had let fall from previous style. Seeing the love he was being given, Mulder was awash with emotion. He pulled her head toward his as he lowered his mouth to hers. Shocks of pleasure ran through their lips, down their entire bodies. "I love you too. I have for a long time. I've left you in the past thinking I was keeping you safe. But I can't think of anyone else that I'd rather have by my side, always. You're my one in five billion. I love you Dana. I need you. I want you." A look exchanged between the two that conveyed pure emotion. Years of pent up yearnings, wanting, desires, lust, were about to be quenched. They pulled each other closer and kissed again, with more urgency this time. Mulder's hands move to the back of Scully's dress and he gently slid the zipper down. Scully was removing Mulder's vest and unbuttoning his shirt. He wiggled out of them, then reached to slip her dress down her small frame as she stood up. She let the dress fall to the floor beside Mulder's shirt. She reached out for him to stand and began unfastening his pants as he greedily stole another passionate kiss. Mulder stepped out of his pants and boxers, adding them to the growing pile of garments. He watched with amazement as Scully slid her fingers into her remaining clothing and removed her slip, pantyhose, and panties all in one stroke. They stared at each other's bodies for a moment, then nothing could stop them. Their desire took control of their bodies. Mulder grasped Scully with so much passion, he thought he'd break her tiny frame, until he realized she had the same death grip on his body. Hand went exploring to all the spots that were so taboo in the past. Mulder ran his hands over her breasts, softly at first, cupping them, then squeezing them harder, caressing her nipples with his thumbs. Scully moved her hands down Mulder's neck, down his chest, around his waist, and down over the roundness of his ass. < Oh my god! His ass feels so good! > she thought. Then she moved one hand around to the front and started to caress his rock hard erection. Mulder moaned as she ran her hand up and down, squeezing with just the right amount of pressure. After a moment of this, Mulder slid his hands around Scully's waist and lowered her onto the couch again. He positioned himself over her, slightly to one side. He ran one hand down her tight stomach to the patch of red curls. He ran his fingers through them a few times, then cupped her center in his hand. He stroked her middle with one finger, reveling in the slick warmth he found there. He dipped his finger inside her, gathering up more moisture, then brought it out and circled her now swollen clit. Scully's eyes flitted closed as she marveled in the skillful ministrations of her partner. She had dreamt of this for so long. Now it was finally happening. Mulder continued his actions as he lowered his mouth to hers. He kissed her again, his tongue darting around in her mouth with a hungered lust. Then he lowered his mouth on her body, blanketing her with kisses. Down her neck, sucking just hard enough on the flesh to bring quiet squeals from her and leave a small mark of his presence. He continued to plant kisses downward, reaching her breast. He claimed the mound between his lips, suckling and stroking her nipple with his tongue. Scully was so close to release, and Mulder could no longer contain himself either. He shifted slightly and moved himself into her wet warmth. Slowly, he filled her for the first time. They both let out a satisfying groan thinking < Finally! > Mulder began to move in and out, still rubbing her softly with his fingers. Scully met Mulder's motions, thrust for thrust. Intensity rising, Scully arched her back and let her eyes drift closed as she reveled in the pleasure she was partaking in. "Oh, Fox." Her hands had been steadily squeezing at Mulder's ass, urging him into her. As she came upon the brink of ecstasy, she reached up to his biceps, holding on tight. She threw her head back and shut her eyes tightly as she was pushed over the edge. Waves of stars came crashing behind her closed lids as she felt Mulder plunge hard and deep into her one last time, sending him into a convulsing sign of his own release as he moaned her name. They lay there for several minutes, a thin sheen of sweat cooling on them as they floated back to reality and steadied their breathing. Mulder shifted again, just enough to get his full weight off of her, but still remained inside her and holding her close to him. He brushed back a stray lock of hair from her forehead and planted a kiss in its place. He softly whispered, "I love you, Dana." She tucked her head under his chin, kissing his chest, then turning to rest her cheek there. "I love you, too, Fox." They stayed there on her couch together, wrapped in each other's arms, for what seemed like forever. They drifted off into a peaceful slumber on Scully's couch. Epilogue Mulder awoke to sunlight streaming in through the window. He blinked a few times until the world came into focus, then looked down at the pool of red hair that was splayed across his chess. He smiled as his fingers caressed small circles on the shoulder of his sleeping partner. Scully stirred just then and began to stretch lazily like a feline. "Good morning, Beautiful," he beamed at her when she turned her head up to gaze at him. "Mmm, morning," she grinned lazily. < Amazing! Two nights ago I'm fantasizing about Dana on the phone, and now-WOW! > "Dana?" "Yes?" "I love you." She gave him one of her patented Scully smiles, "I love you, too, Fox." He was playing with a lock of her hair when he remembered something. "Dana?" "Yes?" "Was this, last night, was that my second present?" "Actually, no." "Well..?" "Well what?" she teased him. Tormenting him had become very fun over the last two days. "Are you going to make me wait until my +next+ birthday??" "My, my, my, but you've become the impatient one, haven't you?" "C'mon, Scully," he whined playfully, "whatdja get me?" "You might just have to wait awhile to find out." "That's it!" he said as he began to tickle her small frame. "NOO! Aaahhh!! Mulder stop it!" She was laughing and writhing around trying to escape his grasp. Years of tickle torture from her siblings and she still couldn't take it. In her attempts of escape, they both went tumbling off of the couch and onto the floor. "OK, OK, OK! I give up G-man! I'll go get it, it's in my room." "That's more like it!" She slapped at his chest as she got up to retrieve the box she'd put under her bed last night. Mulder slipped his boxers back on then lay triumphantly on the floor, folding his hands behind his head. He watched her still nude form retreat, then turned his head. Glancing around, he noticed a piece of paper under the couch. He reached under and pulled it out, looking at it momentarily. He started to lay it up on the table, when something registered in his brain. He's seen that same type of printout somewhere before. He brought in back to his face for further scrutiny. Reading through the diagnostic outputs he remembered where he'd seen it before. His office. The printout from the test Scully had performed for The Lone Gunmen. But he distinctly remembered leaving that paper on his desk. He read further down the list on the page. 'Friday: 10:45 PM' Further down. 'Voice alteration: successful. Trace verification: negative. Phone number interceded: 555-**** Call terminated: 11:36 PM' Mulder's face turned ghost white. Then at the sudden realization of what was going on, he immediately flushed a bright, crimson red. Scully walked back into the living room. She had put on a silk robe, and had a small gift box in her hand. After a couple of steps, she looked at Mulder's red face, then at the paper he held in his hands. He looked up at her with his mouth open, but no sound was coming out. "Oh, shit! Mulder, I can explain," she said, probably too quickly. He was frozen. She walked over to him and knelt on the floor, facing him. He still hadn't moved. He hadn't even closed his mouth yet. So she lifted her hand to his chin and closed it for him, also forcing him to look her in the eyes. She began to speak to him, gently and soothingly. "Mulder, it was just a joke. Well it started out as a joke. I just wanted to get you back a little for ditching me Friday. I didn't do it to embarrass or hurt you. I didn't even intend on-I was just going to tease you. Until I realized who, uh, what you thought I was. Mulder, I-" "It's ok Scully," he interrupted. He gave her a slight grin. She thought he looked a little bit relieved. "To tell you the truth Scully, I'm kinda glad it was you. I mean, yes I am a little, embarrassed, but, in actuality, I couldn't think of anyone I'd rather do-that-with." He chuckled at the thought, " I can just imagine those girls passing along that experience to each other." Scully let out a small giggle. "So," he said, "this whole weekend, all the cake you've been ordering, with 'sprinkles' no less! I can't believe you had it in you." "Never underestimate my dark side, Agent Mulder," she said in a low, sexy tone. Her voice went straight to his groin. It also alerted him to the fact that he had yet to take care of his morning 'business.' "Ooooh, Agent Scully, I never knew." He winked at her, rising to his feet. "I'll be right back. Hold that thought." As he was walking into the bathroom, he called over his shoulder, "And I haven't forgotten about that box, I want it when I get back." After he closed the door, Scully grinned to herself. < Oh, you're gonna get it when you get back alright! > She opened the box, carefully removing the tiny neglige, then folding the tape back in place. She hurriedly slipped on the red, silk teddy, then put her robe back on, fastening the belt as Mulder emerged from her bathroom. She held out the box to him, then moved to stand in front of him as he sat on the couch and began ripping into it. A sly grin traced across her mouth as she watched him open the empty box. He looked up at her in confusion. "Oh yeah," she said faning mock realization, "I forgot to put it in the box. Oh, NOW I remember where I put it." She tugged at the belt around her waist, revealing herself to him. She let the robe fall to the floor, about the same time Mulder's jaw did the same thing. "Happy birthday, Fox." His eyes looked up and down at the sight he beheld. His magnificent partner, her fiery red hair almost matching the color of her sexy ensemble, stood before him. This perfect goddess for whom his existence was meant for. No longer would he have to suppress his urge to reach out and touch her, caress her, love her. "Indeed it is. The happiest birthday of my entire life." He smiled at her, then stood to embrace her, claiming her mouth with his in a passionate kiss, filled with love and desire. Their arms wrapped around each other, holding tight, while their hands caressed and explored each other's bodies. They would be together now, from this moment on. THE END So what did you think! Remember this is my first fanfic! Many, many, many thanks go out to Heather, Russ, and Geoff, for all their help, support, and inspiration. Especially thanks to Heather, without whom this story wouldn't exist. Thank you for your constant editing, support, and love. {And for having a demented sex life! ;) } Thanks also go out to everyone who fed me with their wonderful feedback, it kept me glued to my computer anytime I had a spare minute! Questions comment, concerns?? Pleas email me with more feedback at FoxNdana2@aol.com