Date: Wed, 21 Jan 1998 01:59:50 -0800 (PST) From: Det Fugazi Subject: Blame It On Orville (1/2) NC-17 OK to archive at Gossamer (anywhere else, please contact me first!) DO NOT POST TO ATXC!!! Rating: NC-17 (SO, scoot!, please if you're under 18 years old! You'll be 18 soon enough!) Classification: MSR, Some H, Definite "F" for Fluff. NOT an XF, unless you think that the idea of Mulder & Scully getting "together" is worth an investigation. ; ) Spoilers: None Note: There are a few notes at the end of this... Summary: Mulder, Scully, an accident, some melted butter, a movie seat, a sofa, and some well deserved "guilt." Oh yeah. And sex. So, here's my first attempt at this sort of thing... I thought I'd finally prove my friends wrong and type this baby out. ; ) Please drop me a note with comments, suggestions, etc... whatever. Let me know what you think ; ) Should I make this foray again? Write me at detfugazi@yahoo.com Dedicated to my "dear" friends Shirley, Audrey, the "Horse Race Woman" and Company. Their work truly inspires me. BLAME IT ON ORVILLE (1/2) by detfugazi **************** In the end, looking back, it had all been her fault. Unwittingly, Special Agent Dana Scully, the ever in control G-Woman of the F.B.I. was utterly and completely to blame. And she would willingly wear the mantle. It had all started, a short time ago, with the end of their last case.... ********************* Twenty-Four Hours Earlier Dana Scully's Residence 1000 hours Scully threw her keys on the hall table as she entered her abode, Mulder already on her heels, hovering with some well-earned guilt. "Scully, please just sit down while I get you some ice for that..." Mulder pleaded as he dropped her bag and briefcase and ran to the kitchen, not even waiting for her response. Scully shrugged off her overcoat, letting it drop to the floor. What the heck. Mulder could pick it up. She then collapsed on the sofa and listened while Mulder clanked and banged about her once immaculate kitchen. She pulled her feet up beneath her as she slid sideways, resting her head on a throw pillow. She closed her eyes. She could think about the destruction of her kitchen later. A few moments later, a very remorseful Mulder stood over her, zip-locked baggie of ice and dishtowel in hand. He knelt down beside her and she let her eyes crack open to study him. His brow was furrowed with concern for her, his upper teeth had a firm hold on his lower lip. That overbite thing that, despite her every effort to ignore it, she found extremely arousing. She always wanted to *be* either the lip or the teeth... "Scully?" he queried, his voice cracking. It was more than just one question. It was "are you okay?," "do you want the ice now?," and, more importantly, "will you ever forgive me?" all wrapped into one word. She sighed and twisted her lips into a "what am I gonna do with you, Mulder?" smile. She took the ice pack and towel from his hand, wrapped the towel around the bag and ever so gingerly placed it over her left eye. Mulder took her physical action as a sign he could speak and beg for forgiveness. "I'm so sorry, Scully. I didn't know you were behind me! Please...will you ever forgive me for being so clumsy?" He reached out and pushed a few strands of hair back from her face. He didn't want to see her perfect hair get wet from the ice. It was bad enough that she was probably gonna have one hell of a shiner soon. *How in the hell had this happened?* he mentally cursed himself. ********* Washington National Airport One hour earlier 0900 hours The agents had just gotten off their flight from New York state. They were both exhausted and very happy to be home. The case in Utica had been draining for both of them. Forty-eight hours of no sleep while they tried to explain how two businessmen, defense contractors, had been murdered within their offices. Offices that were locked from the inside. Mulder had immediately thought of Eugene Tooms. But the answer had been quite mundane...and was discovered by Scully. But that was neither here nor there, for now they were home, with visions of a long weekend to sleep and relax, as Assistant Director Skinner had told them not to bother coming in to the office when they got back to D.C. He thought he'd give his agents a small break for once. So, Mulder and Scully now stood in the long-term parking lot, beside Mulder's car. They had dropped their luggage by the trunk as Mulder unlocked it. Then, fate intervened. Mulder bent over, intent on picking up both bags and heaving them into the trunk. He never saw Scully leaning over to pick up her own bag. And, in her near comatose state, she never saw his hand grasp the suitcase handle. A loud *Thwamp* echoed through the air as the corner of the rising suitcase slammed into the side of Scully's face. The *Thwamp* was followed by a groan, then a *thump* as she fell against the side of the car, and an "Oh my, God! Scully! Are you okay??" exclaimed by Mulder. "Just take me home, Mulder," was her response, muffled by the hand she now held over the side of her face. She didn't even let her partner look at the injury. She already had a sinking suspicion of how it would look in about 2 hours. So much for any "hot dates" for the weekend. Not that she had anyone to call to achieve this "hot date." That was beside the point. A single woman could hope, right? He had pushed the speed limit all the way to her apartment...just wanting to atone for his "sin." Wanting to get her somewhere comfortable...changed into "comfortable" clothes. *That* thought made him drive even faster. His mind had just entered the "don't touch" zone. Although, in the back of his mind, the idea of pampering a silken-robed Scully was quite appealing to his baser instincts. Scully had simply put her head against the head rest and closed her eyes, ignoring and never questioning the entire Indy 500 race home. No. She was plotting how to make her partner pay for this...even though it really wasn't his fault...entirely. ************** Back at Scully's Apartment 1010 hours "Mulder. Relax. It'll be fine. I'm sure I'll live," she murmured. The cold press of ice was giving her a brain freeze headache. His hand brushed her shoulder lightly, sending goose bumps down her arm and back, as he moved to lift the ice pack. "Here," he said gently, grateful for the the words of forgiveness bestowed upon him. "Let me take a look," he pleaded. Scully let her hand drop and allowed Mulder to take over. He lifted the bag and sucked in a breath as he winced. "Yow! That's gotta hurt!" he exclaimed before he thought better of it. Scully frowned. "Is it that bad, Mulder?" She waved his hovering arm away and pushed herself off the couch before Mulder could argue. She immediately headed to the bathroom mirror. Mulder couldn't bring himself to follow. He stayed beside the couch, his eyes squinting in pain as he waited for her reaction to the nasty bruise that was developing on her delicate face. A few moments later, Scully trudged back into the living room, her now limp hair hanging down over her face. She shuffled back to the couch, and laid herself back down. She reached out and grabbed Mulder's hand, which still held the ice pack, and maneuvered it back over her aching face. Mulder, still holding the bag for her, tilted his head in sympathy, his eyes completely melted in his pain over her misery. "Can I get you anything, Scully?" She grunted. "Just a new face for a few days..." Mulder frowned. With his free hand, he stroked her shoulder. "But, I like the one you have, Scully..." His tone was completely serious. Scully opened her eyes and stared at him. *Where had 'that' come from,* she wondered. She was speechless. She could see in his eyes that he was being completely sincere. "Thanks, Mulder. You're a true friend...but I don't need anything now other than about ten hours of uninterrupted sleep." He nodded and kept staring at her. She really was something else...something that made his heart skip a few beats. Eventually, the silence became uncomfortable. He cleared his throat and stood up. "Do you need help getting to bed, then?" He meant it innocently enough, but somehow the tone was a tad bit suggestive. Scully ignored it. "No thanks. I think I'll just stay here...closer to the cache of ice..." "Okay, then," Mulder muttered. He moved toward the door. he didn't really want to leave. "Just promise me that you'll call me if you need anything. Anything at all. I'm at your beck and call, Scully." Scully liked that idea. And as soon as she had some rest, she thought she just might call him on it. "Sure, Mulder....I'm fine, really. Go home and get some sleep." Mulder hesitated before leaving, looking her over once again. The vision of her on the couch.... He sighed and opened the front door. "Just remember to call if you need me," he called quietly as he left and closed the door behind him. "I will, Mulder," she whispered. And she did just that. ******************** Scully's Apartment 1815 hours Scully paced about her apartment. She was bored. After Mulder had left, she had managed to get about five hours of sleep...only interrupted once, when the ice bag had sprung a leak and the cold water trailed across her cheek and down her neck. The swelling around her eye had abated and she had begun to think that bruising would not be as bad as they originally thought. Still, it would be tender for a while. She plopped herself down on the sofa and picked up the "Weekend" section of the Washington Post. Maybe there was a good movie showing nearby. It took a few minutes, but she found what she was looking for. Her face broke out in a diabolical smile. One of those *artsy-fartsy* movies was playing at the Bijou a few blocks away. What better way to pay Mulder back than to make him take her to a foreign movie (with subtitles) about three guys sitting in some Paris cafe talking for two and a half hours? She'd even make him buy the popcorn. Maybe she'd even quiz him about the film afterward....a definite yes. She slid over to the end table and picked up the phone. ***************** The Bijou Theatre 2130 hours They were an hour into the movie and Mulder was bored out of his mind. He was beginning to suspect that *that* was exactly what Scully had intended. She had known he wouldn't refuse her request when she called about the movie. All he had to do was remember her swelling eye and he was snared, hook, line and sinker. He had picked her up and they headed to the theater. He was happy to note that her eye was actually looking pretty good. In fact, her whole body was. Her jeans were just a tad bit snug in all the right places...and he had hidden his disappointment when she pulled her jacket over her form-fitting sweater. They had arrived at the old theater and the only hope Mulder saw was that it was obviously not going to be crowded. Everyone else was probably out seeing "Titanic" or something. He graciously bought the popcorn and sodas...although he refused to get the box of Ju-Ju-Bes. "Scully!" he had whined, "They always get stuck to my teeth! When I was a kid, my jaws actually got stuck together once...it was horrible..." he shuddered at the memory. "Okay, okay. Mike & Ikes then?" She smiled and he gave in. He had been right. The theater was nearly deserted. And it was old. None of those nifty little holders for drinks or popcorn. He sighed and resigned himself to holding his soda. After they had shed their jackets, they wedged the large popcorn bucket between them, their legs holding it in place. At least it was good popcorn...smothered in real melted butter and a very unhealthy dose of sodium. They had both settled into their seats when the lights dimmed and the previews started. Now, an hour later, Mulder wondered if he could fall asleep and still keep his eyes open so that Scully wouldn't notice. He had finished his soda long ago and deposited the empty cup in the vee of the seat beside him. He stared numbly at the screen. The only action so far was when some French waiter had brought the "talking heads" a basket of bread. The camera had actually changed to a wide shot for that brief scene. He stared at the dining table and wondered what else they were going to eat. This would be a looooong looong night. ************* Scully slowly and mindlessly chewed the buttery popcorn, her jaw stopping whenever something interesting happened on the screen. Her hand would blindly reach for the bucket whenever her supply ran out. About an hour into the movie, she had reached out and almost knocked the container over. Mulder's quick reflexes saved the day and he caught it before it had emptied all of its contents on the floor. He smirked at her then looked for a safer place to set the bucket. He finally decided to "lock it" between his knees. It seemed to work well. No more spillage problem. They both returned their attention to the movie. Sometime after that crucial event, Mulder began to do the "movie seat slide." Soon, the back of his head was against the seat, his knees were splayed open to avoid the hard seat backs in front of them. The popcorn bucket innocently repositioned itself. It was the last innocent moment of the evening. ********** The first time Scully "resupplied" she did not notice the change in bucket position. But, Mulder certainly did. Her hand had rummaged around the container. Each time her hand touched the sides, the reverberations echoed into a spot that was particularly sensitive for Special Agent Fox Mulder. Especially sensitive when it was Scully causing the reverberation. Mulder froze as he watched her out the corner of his left eye. Her hand moved of its own accord to her slick, butter-covered lips. Her lips parted and her teeth nipped at one of the kernels in her hand. Mulder began to sweat. She continued her nibbling, completely unaware that Mulder now was physically incapable of moving the popcorn bucket, even if he had wanted to. In fact, if positioned correctly, he could "hang" that bucket somewhere special and creative. He had lost all interest in what the movie's stars were eating. The only thing he could think of...hope for...was "when" Scully would finish what she had in hand and would have to return for more. She was nearly done...There! The last kernel was gone! She licked her index finger to remove the salty grains that had accumulated on its pad. Mulder shuddered. Then, while his eyes were still closed in agony... It happened. Once more, Scully reached for the bucket. But, this time, her hand bounced off of the rim and landed elsewhere. Mulder froze, his eyes popped open. Scully froze, her eyes popped open. Either she had just made an interesting discovery about her partner...or, Orville Redenbacher had just invented a very large popcorn kernel that would make every woman on the planet very happy. There was absolutely no graceful way out of the situation. She could jokingly ask Mulder if he had decided to bring his "gun" to the movies...or she could remove her hand quickly and deny it ever happened...OR, she could continue this exploration of new territory. In the end, she did what she did best. She went into complete and utter denial mode. She quickly removed her hand, never daring to glance at her partner, who, by now, was ready to explode. Nary a word was spoken. But, both agents squirmed uncomfortably for the rest of the film. Mulder, for reasons that were painfully obvious. And Scully, because she now wished that she had picked a different pair of pants to wear...the large, hard apex of the inseam on her jeans was becoming very distracting. It made her mind drift to other "things" that were large, hard and distracting. Mulder pretended, really and truly tried, not to notice how Scully had unconsciously begun to make small circles with her hips on the seat beside him. ************ 2300 hours By the time the movie had ended, Mulder had recovered enough that he could stand without being arrested for public indecency. Scully, on the other hand, was almost positive that certain *signs* of her arousal were evident. She might as well be wearing a placard with an arrow pointed at her crotch saying, "This is what my partner does to me." Thank God the jeans she was wearing were very dark blue...and, luckily, it would be dark outside. No, the wetness that wanted to spread...and *be* spread by someone else...wouldn't show. They walked up the aisle to the exit. Mulder slowed by the door and deposited the "evil" popcorn bucket in the trash. Then, they silently walked outside to Mulder's car. They didn't even attempt small talk during the ride to Scully's apartment. No discussion of the movie whatsoever. Actually, at the moment, neither one of them could even remember the film's title...or anything that had happened in it. All either one of them could think of was that popcorn bucket and what it had started. That, and how uncomfortable blue jeans could be. And so, like the true adults they both were, they drove in silence, both of them fidgeting in their seats, seeking out just the right friction against their jeans...each wondering just exactly how they might find the relief they sought. **************** 2315 hours They sat in front of her apartment building. Mulder stared straight ahead, his hands locked on the steering wheel. He prayed that Scully wasn't looking at him. That she couldn't see the desire that was practically plastered on his face. Scully stared at her apartment building as she spoke quietly...trying to be as nonchalant as humanly possible... considering that the blood of this particular human was on fire and throbbing in places that were completely south of her brain. "You wanna come in for some coffee or something, Mulder?" she asked meekly...mentally chastising herself for sounding so needy. After all, she did have *something* hidden in the bottom dresser drawer in her bedroom that could help her out. But, *it* just wasn't good enough tonight. She couldn't deny it any longer. No more running allowed. She wanted *Mulder's* touch. Nothing else. Accept no substitutes. Fantasies and batteries were not going to put out this particular blaze. Mulder gulped. His neck muscles tightened...as did others. He chanced a glance at Scully...and immediately lost any capability of saying no. God. When she bit her lower lip like that...she had absolutely no idea how much that little raking motion, teeth sliding, marking a trail over luscious lips, lips that still held traces of melted butter...turned him on. "Sure," he squeaked. If she had heard the break in his voice, she didn't seem to react. He exhaled in relief. In truth, Scully's ears were so red and ringing with desire, Mulder could have recited the entire Gettysburg Address and she would have simply nodded and then complimented him on his fantastic ass. The windows of the car were starting to fog up. But neither of them moved. They were too busy trying to rein in their rapid heart beats. Finally, Scully bolted into action. She flung the car door open and hopped out. "C'mon then, Mulder. It's too hot to sit in the car all night." "No kidding," Mulder mumbled as he fumbled with his door handle. Scully waited for him as he got out and moved toward her. Suddenly, she couldn't bear to be more than a few feet from him...even if nothing happened inside, she just wanted to be beside him...to have him touch her back...her arm. Anything. Mulder's eyes poured over her as he walked to her side. She was so...so...everything. The lump in his throat prevented him from telling her how beautiful she looked, the light from the street lamps shining off of her hair. He needed to touch her. She turned toward her building and he fell into step slightly behind her, his hand bypassing its usual spot, landing on her right hip. She nearly jumped him on the sidewalk when his finger snuck into the belt loop at her waist. But, she doubted that he even realized what he was doing. But, Mulder was *very* conscious of where his hand was. He just couldn't seem to control it. As his middle finger slipped under the loop, his thumb moved above her waistband and began to caress her side, exploring the curve there, enjoying the feel of the soft slide of her shirt that covered the skin he so desperately wanted to touch. ****************** end of 1 BLAME IT ON ORVILLE (2/2) by detfugazi ******************* Dana Scully's Apartment 2330 Hours Somehow they had made it from the car to the apartment, although neither one could remember the actual steps. Once inside, Scully had quickly moved toward the kitchen, leaving Mulder behind to shed his coat, which he draped over a chair in the living room. "What can I get you, Mulder?" she had called out. "How 'bout you?" he mumbled. "What?" she replied, sticking her head out of the kitchen to face him. He blushed, thankful he wasn't overheard. "I said, just some orange juice or something..." he covered. She nodded and ducked back into the kitchen. He stood there, in the middle of the living room, having no idea what to do next. Scully breezed back into the room with a glass of o.j. She handed it to him and motioned toward the sofa. "Why don't you see what's on t.v. while I go and change out of these clothes?" Mulder bit his tongue. He had wanted to ask if he could help her...or at least watch. Instead, he simply and dumbly nodded. He sat down, picked up the remote, and began to channel surf. A few minutes later, Scully reemerged, wearing a large sweatshirt and black leggings. It was almost his undoing. She stared at him quizzically for a moment before looking at the t.v. screen. "So, what's on? Anything good?" She sat down beside him on the sofa. "How 'bout 'Nick At Nite?' Maybe we'll get lucky and catch some 'Bob Newhart'..." "Sounds good to me," she said as she yawned. She grimaced slightly as her jaw stretched, pulling at the muscles around her eye. Mulder caught her expression and reached toward her, turning her face toward the light. "Hurt much?" he asked. "Not really," she answered. "I guess I'm just a little tired..." Mulder motioned her to his shoulder. "C'mon here, then, Partner. Let's get comfortable and see what crazy people see Dr. Bob this week..." Scully smiled and leaned against him as he draped his arm around her shoulders. She was only a little surprised when Mulder laid back across the sofa, bringing her with him. She ended up on her right side, between Mulder and the back of sofa. This was definitely "comfortable." It was rare that they got to share such moments of peace. She felt a little guilty about her lustful thoughts earlier in the evening. True, they were honest feelings...but, she knew she needed to shove them out of the way again and simply enjoy this time they had together. She could do this. She could. After all, what was wrong with sharing the sofa with your best friend? ********* 0010 hours It took a few minor adjustments, but they finally settled into comfortable positions and lazily turned their attentions to the television. Or, at least, they pretended to. Scully tried not to focus on the sound of Mulder's heartbeat, but it was difficult, since her head was resting directly over his chest...and what a nice chest it was. Her left hand lay, palm down, over his sternum. When she moved her fingers slightly, she could feel and hear the slight rasps of his shirt against the hair on his chest. And she was pleased to note that Mulder's heart seemed to pick up its pace each time her hand moved. Unfortunately, it also made her notice her own physical reactions. Somehow, her left leg had changed its angle as it draped over Mulder's thigh...her hips had tipped forward on their own volition...and now, it took all of her will power not to rub against him. The change into leggings had not been wise...she couldn't imagine how Mulder couldn't feel how wet, how incredibly hot she was. He moved his leg and Scully barely managed to stifle a groan. He had lifted his thigh slightly, presumably to get more comfortable, but had in the process pressed into the fire that was rapidly growing. Scully bit her lower lip and closed her eyes. Perhaps she could just pretend to be asleep...just enjoy being there in his arms. If only Mulder had any idea what was going through her head. Mulder stared at the television screen, but had no idea what was actually on. The only thing he could sense was the heat that had enveloped his thigh. He shifted slightly against her, pressing his leg into her core. *Was that a groan?* he thought. Had Scully just moaned? He chanced a glance at her. Her head still rested on his chest and her eyes were closed. Was she sleeping? It was hard to tell for certain...her breaths were deep...and she was biting that lip again. Was she dreaming? Maybe there was something he could do to test the waters....the waters he had wanted to dive into headlong for quite a while. He thumbed the remote with his right hand, turning the volume down almost to mute. Then he dropped the remote on the floor. Keeping his eyes glued to the screen, in case he was caught, his hands began to wander. His left hand moved down her back to rest on her left hip. His thumb began its caress of her side once more. Except, this time, there was no shirt in the way. He quickly found that Scully had nothing on under her sweatshirt and his hand slid beneath it slightly. His thumb rejoiced as it slowly circled across smooth bare skin, delighting in moving from the texture of Scully to the lacy top of her leggings. His right hand protested its idleness and moved into action. It started with a seemingly innocent, light rub against her left arm. Slowly, from shoulder to wrist, his hand moved, lightly trailing over the material of her sweatshirt. He peered down at his partner. Scully still hadn't moved. His hand increased the pressure, letting its full weight drag across her arm, rubbing slowly, up and down. Soon, that wasn't enough. While his left thumb increased the span of its work, moving up to her rib cage, his right hand began to massage her shoulder, slowly creeping down the side of her back. Scully knew that if she didn't do something soon she would definitely spontaneously combust. Her breaths began to come in small pants as Mulder's hand massaged her shoulder...the skin across her stomach tingled as his thumb wisped over her ribs...her nipples hardened...and she felt a new rush of desire between her legs. Then, it happened. Mulder's right hand had moved from her shoulder, down her side...and found a new target. Her sidled position created a gap under her arm...and his finger tips chanced upon it. And discovered that she wasn't wearing a bra. She arched her back and moaned as his hand touched her left breast. Mulder froze and hesitantly looked down at her. Scully had buried her head in his chest so that he couldn't see her face. Had he just blown everything? She was saying something, but he couldn't understand her muffled voice. Scully dug her forehead into his shirt, struggling for some control. Mulder's hands had gone still and she knew he was looking down at her, waiting for a response of some kind. She shook her head into his chest, trying to come up with the words... "No, no, no..." she mumbled... Mulder finally used his right hand to tilt her head from his chest and he looked into her glassy eyes. "What did you say, Scully?" he asked hesitantly. She stared at his face, her eyes drifting down to his full lips. And she knew she was gone. She looked back into his eyes. "I said, 'No, Mulder. Don't Stop.....God help me...Don't stop..." Her hand slid down his stomach, coming to rest just above the button to his jeans. She teasingly slid her fingertips under the waistband and let them trail around from front to side. And, with a growl, Mulder dove in. His arms pulled her onto his chest, dragging her smaller frame up his body until her face was even with his. He drew his left leg up between hers and ground into her. As Scully gasped with the sudden pleasure, he captured her mouth with his own, sucking back the air she had just stolen. She responded by pressing her chest against his, rubbing her breasts against him. She arched back into his thigh and her knees pressed into the sofa cushions. Her hips started their own rhythm against his leg, small circles punctuated by long up and down strokes, the friction from their clothes stoking the already intense heat. With each slide of her hips, her left leg rubbed against the front of his jeans. Mulder's hips began to rock with her, pressing needily into her. Their kisses were wet and devouring. His tongue explored her mouth, seeking out each recess, stroking her teeth, wrapping around and dueling with her tongue. Her mouth followed his as they twisted and turned their heads, looking for the perfect position, where all secrets would be learned. His hands moved from her temples, his fingers dragging over her ears, down her neck and shoulders...moving possessively over her back until they settled on her ass. That delicious, sexy ass. He spread his palms across each cheek, his palms kneading and his fingers pushing on the middle seam of her leggings. They traced the line that lay between and moved down and around until the tips of his middle fingers could just touch the outline of her folds. Scully was feasting on his lower lip when he reached his goal. She threw her head back and sighed. "Yessss." As he traced her opening, reveling in the wetness he could feel through the thin material, her mouth flew to his ear. Her tongue searched for each sensitive nerve as it whorled in action. She found the spot just below his ear and behind the jaw line. Mulder's back arched off the sofa as she teased him. "Oh, God! Scully...." She moved down his neck, suckling at each inch of skin. Her hands grasped at his hair, they slid across his neck and chest. Suddenly, she frowned in frustration. She pulled at the material on his shirt. "Off!" she commanded as she pulled the ends from the waistband of his jeans. Together, they lifted slightly as they ripped the t-shirt from his body and she flung it over the back of the sofa. "Now...yours..." he gasped. Their vocabularies had become extremely limited. She nodded and seconds later, her sweatshirt was a distant memory. Mulder sat up before Scully could move, burying his head between her breasts. She grunted her approval as their bodies adjusted. She drew her left knee up and straddled Mulder's lap. She sat down and shuddered as her clit found the hardness of Mulder's cock, ready and waiting behind his jeans. Then Mulder's mouth was on her nipple. He first kissed one lightly, then the other. Then, he sucked her right nipple into his hot, wet mouth, the stubble on his face rushing against her sensitive skin as he worked his jaw, trying to cover her entire breast. His hand moved to her left breast and began its tease. He soon found what drove her crazy...that light brush down the outside of her breast...the pressure from underneath...and when his teeth gently nipped at her rosy tip... She whimpered and rocked faster across his lap. Between gasps for air, she moved her hand between their bodies, seeking him out. She couldn't work her hand under his jeans, so she did the next best thing. Her hand slid down the front of his jeans and cupped him firmly. He bucked into her hand and she sighed. While the front of her hand caressed him, the backs of her knuckles rubbed against her own need. Finally, Mulder could take no more. With one sudden move, he pushed forward, placing Scully on her back. He straightened his own legs out from beneath him and pressed down on top of her. She immediately locked her legs around his waist and thrust up against his hardness. "Oh, God! Scully! You drive me crazy!" he moaned as he leaned down to drag his tongue across the side of her neck. Her hands slid down his spine and then moved under his jeans and boxers to his ass. He thrust toward her, lifting his head. His hands moved to frame her face. "Just tell me what you want...anything...I'm at your beck and call..." he whispered hoarsely. She tightening her grip on him. "All I want is you, Agent Mulder...just you...I want you to touch me..." she lifted her head to assault his neck with kisses and small bites... "I want your hands on me..." she tugged on his lower lip with her teeth..."I want that mouth..." He had heard enough. Ever obedient where Scully was concerned, he quieted her with his mouth. Then he slowly made his way down her body, tasting and worshiping each inch along his path. His thumbs circled her nipples as his hands kneaded her breasts. His tongue dipped into her navel and she began to writhe beneath him as his stubbled chin brushed the skin below it. She knew where this was headed and was growing impatient. Suddenly, Mulder's hands stroked down her sides and grabbed hold of the waistband of her leggings and panties. She lifted her hips without being told and he hastily pulled them off, flinging them over the sofa to keep the other discarded clothing company. He soon found that the sofa was too short for what he had in mind. With a wicked glint in his eye, he slid his hands under her shoulders and pulled her up, turning her to face him as he knelt on the floor. Her back fell against the back of the sofa as Mulder lifted her feet, spreading her, placing her heels on the edge of the sofa. His strong arms wrapped around the outside of her legs and he grabbed her hands, lacing his fingers through hers, holding them together against her thighs, pulling her legs further apart. Then, he rendered her mute with a devastating smile, right before he lowered his head. He started at the crease where leg met hip, his tongue painting mysterious designs upon her skin. Her breath caught. He moved lower, unable to resist the strong scent of her desire for him. His nose was her undoing. Since his hands were busy, he had to be creative. As his tongue crept through her wet folds, he pressed his face into her, wanting to devour everything in his path. His beautiful and generous nose found just the right spot. He let it brush and circle her clit as his tongue darted in and out with amazing speed. She pressed her heels in to the sofa and raised up, her back losing all contact with the cushions. "Mulder, Mulder... oh...my..." she repeated over and over. Finally, unable to resist, she pulled one of her hands free and grasped his head, encouraging him...begging for more. He moved his freed hand down to assist. Pausing only to slowly ensure it was covered with her juices, his index finger joined in the mission. He searched out each sensitive spot until Scully finally screamed, "Yes! Right there!" He rubbed the spot lightly...just to the left of her clit. He could tell that she was close when her hips began to thrust. He quickly moved his fingers, plunging two of them into her. She gasped and he began to twirl them inside her...looking for that special "G-Woman Spot." He knew when he found it...Scully's shouts were no longer intelligible, but she was definitely begging for release. He could not refuse her. Fingers still in action, he found just the right spot with his mouth and sucked in...hard. Scully's body went completely rigid. All time stopped. Her ears roared...her legs began to quiver. She squeezed tight on Mulder's hand. He held on for the ride, gently lapping up the juices that flowed from her. Her body became limp and slid back onto the sofa as Mulder kissed his way up from between her thighs. When he reached her face, her eyes batted open. "That was...that was...." she broke into a wide grin, "in-fucking-credible." Mulder laughed...Scully could still shock him after all these years. "Now, Agent Mulder...you have waaaay too many clothes on," she purred. She slid forward and reached for the button of his jeans. He happily obliged her, letting his own hands settle on her thighs, his thumbs caressing them. She undid the button and slowly drew the zipper down, being ever so careful not to "catch" anything in the process. The temptation of her face before him was too much. He leaned forward and covered her mouth with kisses, his tongue insisting on admittance. She gladly complied as her hands moved to his hips, her thumbs hooking under the material there. She began to lower his jeans and boxers and he shifted side to side, trying to help. Finally, he had to break the kiss and stand up to get rid of the offending garments. Scully stared at the glorious sight before her. Mulder's erection was amazing. So many possiblities, but so little patience. She reached out and drew her index finger across the small bead of fluid at its tip. She grew bolder as Mulder swayed into her touch. She grasped him at the root with one hand as the other performed its magic. Mulder had died and gone to heaven. That had to be it. It couldn't get any better than this. But, he discovered that he was wrong when Scully kissed his throbbing tip. Her tongue reached out to swirl around him...like she was trying to find the center of a Tootsie Pop. His eyes rolled back in his head. He was going to lose all control. He had to stop this or else.... He grasped her forearms and she looked up, her mouth still surrounding his cock. God! She looked like someone caught with their hand in the cookie jar. Her nails teased his balls as she cupped him firmly underneath. "I want you...I need..you..NOW!" Mulder grunted between pants. "Then take me, Mulder," she whispered. His animal instinct was released and took over. He pushed her back on the sofa and pulled her legs around his waist. With her heels locked around him, he laid down on top of her. Her hand moved between them and helped guide him to her. Then, with one quick thrust, he was inside. They both froze for a moment, eyes closed. Then their eyes opened and they were face to face. And Scully giggled. Mulder smiled and stared at her. She was such a mystery. "What?" he whispered. Her face was filled with warmth...and acceptance...and love, as she replied. "I was just thinking...it's about fucking time!" He laughed with her softly and leaned down to kiss her. Soon, all laughter was forgotten as more urgent things developed. They moved slowly at first, Mulder finding just the right pattern and aim for his thrusts, Scully adjusting her hips and legs, gripping him tighter. As his movements became more careless, she knew he was close...her own heart had stopped several minutes before. She clenched her inner walls around him and he screamed, pounding into her with all his might. His thumbs slid down to open her wide and he brushed his fingers against her inflamed clit. Once again, her body went rigid, as she threw her head back with a loud sigh. Her inner muscles began to contract wildly around him. With a shout of her name he came inside her. The muscles in his neck were completely taught, his legs frozen. When the stars before his eyes faded, he collapsed over her, his elbows catching him to keep from crushing her. He laid his head across her chest, completely spent. He lovingly kissed the skin underneath him as she ruffled his hair. "You were right, Scully," he mumbled as he tilted his head to look at her face. She gave him a questioning look. "That was in-fucking-credible....have to do it again sometime..." He closed and his eyes and promptly fell into an exhausted, but completely sated sleep. Scully laughed. "You can count on it, buddy. But no black eye next time." She kissed the top of his head and reached for the afghan on the corner of the sofa. She pulled it down to drape over their bodies. She wrapped her arms around her "unconscious" partner and closed her eyes. *********** A movie, some popcorn and unbridled lust. Yes. It had been Agent Dana's Scully's fault. Entirely...with a little help from Orville Redenbacher, of course. But this was guilt that she could live with. THE END...... ************************ A NOTE: This was a story of two adult friends who are well aware of each other's indiscretions (or lack thereof) over the past years and know enough about each other's medical records to not need a blood test (which certainly don't happen much in the "real" world)...so, that's why there wasn't any discussion about "safe sex" here...and we certainly know why pregnancy isn't an issue...