TITLE:	FOREPLAY WITH RESULTS
AUTHOR:	DONNILEE
E-MAIL:	DONNILEE@SNET.NET
WEB SITE:	http://donnilee.tripod.com
RATING:	NC-17
CATEGORY:	MSR
SPOILERS:	Fire, Orison, Milagro, Lazurus, Never Again, War of the 
Coprophages, 
DISCLAIMER:	All X-Files Characters belong to Chris Carter, 1013 Productions 
and Fox Broadcasting.  If I owned them, they'd have a personal life!  Don't sue, 
no money made here.  And you can't get blood from a stone, anyway!
AUTHOR'S NOTE:  I wouldn't have done a sequel to this one, but one of the 
faithful readers out there has requested this more than once, more than twice for 
that matter!  So I finally caved in!  I'm really a softy at heart.  This is a sequel to 
F 
is for Foreplay, told from Scully's POV.
DEDICATION:  This story was requested several times by Windsor Williams, 
who 
over the span of about a year, never gave up requesting it.  So this one's for you 
Windsor.  Hope you like it.
SUMMARY:	Scully gets hit on by a rude fellow pathologist, prompting Mulder 
to try and make it all better.  Scully's take on the events of "F is for Foreplay."

PART 1 (R )
QUANTICO
RICHMOND, VA
AUTOPSY BAY

The victim was found in Maryland and was the fourth such casualty in six weeks, 
spanning four states and giving the FBI jurisdiction.  All victims had gone 
missing 
about a week before they were found again near the locations where they'd 
last been seen by witnesses.  

Because these victims spanned four states, the head investigators thought they 
had a serial killer on their hands and requested the assistance of the FBI.  The 
absence of any obvious cause of death, caused this to be labeled an X-File and 
assigned to our office.  Another feature making it an X-File was the strange 
triangular marks found behind the ears and evidence of gross violation of bodily 
orifices.  

After reading the case files on the previous three victims, Mulder had requested 
that I perform the autopsy and not leave it to the doctors at Quantico.  The 
marks 
behind the ears were consistent with several previous cases where people 
claimed alien abduction.  Mulder had seized on this fact right away.  He was 
afraid the other doctors wouldn't know what to look for. 

Dr. Carl Fruche was from Maryland Medical Examiner's office where the last 
victim had been found.  He'd been assigned as part of the task force that was 
investigating these crimes before they were turned over to Quantico.  As the 
task 
force's representative, he insisted on assisting in the autopsy and the brass had 
granted permission. 

I hated working autopsies with company.   I found it incredibly distracting.  He 
initially agreed to simply observe and take his own notes so that he could file his 
own report with the task force.  I kindly explained that the case was under the 
auspices of the FBI now and the task force, for all intents and purposes was 
defunct.  However, pumped up with his own sense of importance, he had 
insisted.

I knew immediately this was not going to go well.  He had the vibes of a local 
bumpkin that was insecure and just dying to prove how smart he was to anyone 
who would listen.

I did my external examination, pulling trace evidence such as fibers and dirt off 
the body and bagging them for the lab.  When that was done, I spoke out loud 
after 
turning on the recording device hanging from the ceiling over the metal 
table on which victim number four was splayed out in all his glory.

"The victim is male, approximately age 30 to 35, I would say.  He measures 72" 
and weighs 200 pounds.  Postmortem rigor has set in and the victim shows all 
the normal signs of the beginning phase of decomposition.  Marks of note 
include 
a tiger tattoo on the right anterior forearm, a brown birthmark on the inner left 
thigh the size of a quarter, and a one inch scar, starting on the forehead and 
bisecting the right eyebrow to the edge of the occipital ridge."

I heard Dr. Fruche mumble, "Ooo, she knows her big words."

I chose to ignore him and continued.

"Behind the left ear is a peculiar marking of raised pink flesh in the shape of a 
two sided triangle with the bottom missing.  The mark is one half inch on either 
side, resembling a burn or brand."

"A brand?" he mumbled.

I shot him a look of annoyance, and shut off the microphone.  "Dr. Fruche, I 
would appreciate your keeping your comments to yourself, particularly when I 
am 
recording." 

He pursed his lips in a prissy fashion and remarked, "Jeez, don't be so 
sensitive."

I raised my eyebrow at him, not amused.

"All right!" he conceded.

Once assured of his silence, I turned on the microphone and proceeded.  
Fruche set down  his clipboard upon which he was making notes as I picked up 
the scalpel.  I watched him move around to my side of the table and stand 
behind 
me as I began to make the Y incision.

He was probably five foot seven, thin and gangly.  His face was narrow and his 
eyes set too close together.  His balding pate reflected the lights shining over the 
autopsy table.  What little hair he had left was combed over the top of the rear 
portion of his pate to give the illusion of hair and it looked ridiculous.  I could 
smell the hair spray along with a funky pungent body order as he closed the 
distance between us and practically stood directly behind me, looking over my 
shoulder.

I flexed my elbows on purpose as I raised them high and bumped him in the 
chest.  A soft grunt sounded from him, more from surprise than anything else, I 
think.  I turned and said, "Please don't invade my space, Dr. Fruche.  I need 
room to move here."

He nodded, frowning and moved toward the victims feet.  I began to cut down to 
the sternum.  About half way there, he remarked, "Shouldn't you have started 
higher?"

I glared.  "No, I shouldn't have."  I continued to cut and repeated this maneuver 
on the other side.  I then proceeded to make the cut down the abdomen, making 
a small detour around the navel and down to the pubic bone.  I used tools to 
open up the chest cavity.

As I weighed each organ and spoke the weights into the recorder, Dr. Fruche 
said, "Man, this guy was hung, huh?"

Needless to say, it went downhill from there.

XXXXXXXXXX
HOOVER BUILDING
WASHINGTON, D.C.
PARKING GARAGE

I thought of my partner as I made my way back to the office.  I had gone to 
Quantico for him, at his request.  I felt another unreasonable bolt of anger.  I 
seized on it as it washed away the embarrassment and shame of losing control.  
Damn you, Mulder, I thought.  But that wasn't right.  This wasn't his fault.  He 
didn't know this guy was going to be here.  He probably would have come with 
me if he had.

Why was he so protective of me? I wondered.  It didn't make sense.  He didn't 
want me that way.  He wasn't interested in me in a romantic way, so what made 
him so protective? 

My gut twisted as I thought of the growing need for a man in my life and the 
equally depressing knowledge that no one was ever going to measure up to my 
handsome partner.  And he didn't want me.  He wanted the tall, leggy brunettes.    
So where did that leave me?  It left me burning with jealousy over the Phoebes, 
Dianas and Bambis of the world that seemed to drift into his life with alarming 
regularity.  

And they could touch him ... and I couldn't.

I flashed back over the last six months.  This was not the first time some weasel 
had hit on me and it wouldn't be the last.  He hit on me very poorly, but he was 
hitting on me nonetheless.  God, that sucked in a major way.  I'd totally lost it, 
had been totally unprofessional.  I was ashamed of myself.

Why did I always attract the losers?  I mean, I know I'm not in a class with the 
Phoebe Green's of the world, but I'm not an ugly duckling either.  I *was ugly* in 
high school, but I think I had aged fairly well. 

Over the years, I either attracted losers or psychopaths.  In the psychopath 
column, you had one necrophile, and a deranged author that somehow saw 
through a crack in my own psyche.  In the loser column you had a possessed 
ex-boyfriend, along with a ergot infected schizophrenic with a talking tattoo.  
The list was long and prestigious! I thought sarcastically.

Now this.  Did I have a loser magnet on my forehead or what?  I was really 
starting 
to feel sorry for myself and that wouldn't do at all.  I had to face Mulder in a 
matter
 of minutes.  I needed to pull it together.  What was it that deodorant commercial 
said?  Never let them see you sweat.

I swallowed around the lump in my throat as I walked to elevator.  I was going to 
have 
to keep it together and put this out of my mind.  I didn't really want to face 
Mulder right 
now, but I didn't really have a choice either.  I knew he was waiting to find out 
what I had 
found.

This had been one long morning.  I rode the elevator in silence, playing the 
whole scenario 
over in my mind again.  Damn, I hated being in the autopsy bay or the lab more 
and more. 
 I found myself wanting to be out in the field.  What kind of a woman said to 
herself, 'Cut up 
dead bodies ... hmmm, yeah, that's a good idea.  I think I'll do that for a living'!  
God, I was 
pissed off.

XXXXXXXXXX
HOOVER BUILDING
WASHINGTON, D.C.
BASEMENT OFFICE

The elevator stopped at the basement and by then, I was all pissed off again.  
Although it wasn't fair I couldn't keep my frustration in any longer and somebody 
was going to hear about it.  Why was I always stuck with the shit detail on these 
cases?

I marched down the hall, ready to give Mulder a piece of my mind.  I flung open 
the door and declared, "Tell me why the hell I decided to go into fucking forensic 
pathology!  Please, I need someone to explain what possibly made me think that 
was a good idea!"

I observed the startled look on my partners face. I'd obviously taken him off 
guard.  

After a moment of silence he responded, "Well, so that your superior scientific 
skills could be used to back up legalese of criminal investigations?," he 
deadpanned, giving me the dictionary definition of my chosen profession.  
I think the man has memorized Webster's!  Gotta love that eidetic memory.

I wasn't in the mood for joking, but as I glared at him, I felt my anger drain out of 
me.  I could never be mad at Mulder for long and this wasn't his fault anyway.  
He 
was just a convenient target.  And considering my growing attachment to him, he 
was the last person I should be talking to about this anyway.  Maybe I could 
unload on my mother later.

I apologized and he said it was O.K.  Then out of the blue he asked, "Scully, did 
you just say 'fucking'?  Just to clarify."

I felt a smile threatening at the corners of my mouth.  He looked so innocent 
and beautiful sitting there all confused over my outburst.  He was the only one 
that could make me smile when I was in this bad of a mood.

"I'm sorry, Mulder, I shouldn't take it out on you."

XXXXXXXXXX

"Why not?  I asked you to do the autopsy."

"Yeah, but you didn't know that butt head, Carl Fruche was going to insist 
on helping," I countered.

"Fruche?  Sounds like a fruit loop."

"He is, complete and utter fruit loop.  Boring, socially retarded, 
condescending, annoying ... pathologists are weird, downright creepy, 
you know?"  I realized that didn't say a lot about me.

"Whoa. Whoa.  Why don't you tell me what happened?"

I felt the lump reappear in my throat.  I was unsure now if it was because I was 
embarrassed, pissed off, or just feeling low.  He wanted to know what happened.  
I watched his face as he sat there staring at me with an expression of concern.

"That sniveling little weasel hung over my shoulder the entire time, trying 
to tell me how to cut and where to cut!  I finally elbowed him in the ribs so 
hard he doubled over in half."

He chuckled.  "You didn't!"  

Glad he found it amusing.  "I did, but that only made things worse.  When he 
asked 
what that was for, I told him that he was standing way too close and he had bad 
breath 
and B.O.!"

"Oh, Scully, you were in rare form today, weren't you?  I understand how 
annoying people like that can be, but honestly, you usually handle idiots 
like him better than that.  What's really the problem?  There's got to be more to 
this."

I felt my face crumble as looked at his beloved face.  How did he always know 
when I was omitting things? Or telling a half truth.  Was it because he knew me 
so well?  Or was it because he had such a perceptive sixth sense about people?  
His revelations could be startling one moment and he could be clueless the next.  
I'd never figure him out.

I never should have started to tell him.  Now he wasn't going to let it go with a 
vague 
description.  He was going to want the details. I wasn't sure if I wanted to share 
anything more specific with him.  "Damn you, Mulder.  How do always know?" 
I nearly whispered.

He shrugged and looked a little perplexed

He stood and approached me, moving slowly and I could tell, carefully.  His 
expression told me that he wasn't sure how I was going to respond.  Instead 
of invading my space like he usually did, he hung back, stopping at least a foot 
away.

His voice was low and smooth like chocolate, laced with worry and concern. 
"Do you want to talk about it or should I just leave you alone?"

He really was such a good friend.  I forgot that sometimes in the midst of 
all the sexual frustration and running around.  Fox Mulder was a good friend, 
always there when I needed him, although not necessarily 'no questions asked'!  
There were always questions, but he never hesitated to give me what he 
thought I needed.  Trouble was, I still wasn't entirely comfortable accepting it.  

I sighed again and then looked up, feeling tears sting my eyes.  Damn I wanted 
to accept the comfort, even if it was just for a minute.  Why shouldn't I? I asked 
myself.  What the hell did I have to lose?  It's not as if my heart could hurt any 
more than it already did. I was tired of watching other women have the right to 
touch him.

He placed his hands on my shoulders, not applying any pressure.  Just that little 
touch and I could feel the warmth of his hands seeping into my shoulder.  I could 
usually hold it together, even at the worst of times as long as nobody touched 
me.  But if someone touched me at the critical point, I was lost.  And it was even 
worse with Mulder.

I realized I hadn't answered his question and had just been standing here lost in 
my own thoughts.  I must have looked mighty stupid at that point.  Then he 
surprised me by asking.  "Do you need ... I mean ... do you want a hug?"

A hug.  Oh damn.  The tears threatened to spill over just from that tentative offer 
of comfort.  He always wanted to comfort me and I hardly ever let him.  I found 
myself beginning to nod, unable to pass up the opportunity to be held in his 
arms.  Before I even finished nodding, his arms are sliding around my waist. He 
pulled me up tight against his body, one hand cupping my head to his chest.  He 
sighed with what sounded like ... contentment?  Oh how I love this.  Being held 
by Mulder.  I slide my arms around his waist under his suit jacket so I can feel 
his heat.

I sniffled, trying to prevent myself from really crying.  I squeeze him gently and 
feel a shiver run through him.  I freeze, feeling him stiffen slightly.  He doesn't 
pull away and I feel a quick dart of excitement that holding me made him shiver.  
No!  My hands are probably just cold as ice.  That's probably all it was.

He doesn't talk, but relaxes again and I feel his razor stubble mess up my hair as 
he nuzzles me slightly on the top of my head.  It's my turn to shiver.  I hum and 
the words slip out of my mouth, "Hhmmmmm, you're warm." 

"Yeah, getting warmer by the minute," he quipped.  I felt another dart of sadness 
that his innuendo was never serious.  How I wished it were true.  This was 
followed by a wave of affection for him.  Some things never change.  Mulder and 
innuendo went together like peanut butter and jelly.  I started to chuckle.

"What so funny?" he asked the top of my head, making no attempt to loosen his 
hold on me.

"You and your innuendo," I admitted.

"Oh."  

I felt giddy all of a sudden and start to giggle.  I think the stress of the morning 
wasfinally getting to me now that the anger had burned off. 

He stiffened and I sensed something was wrong.  I leaned back and looked up at 
his face.  I took one look and knew that something was very wrong.  What did I 
say? 

"Mulder, what is it?"  He opened his mouth and closed it again, shaking his head 
in a barely perceptible negative motion. "Mulder?" I ask again.

"It's nothing, Scully."

I stared incredulously at him.  He was lying to me.  I never thought I would see 
the day.  What could be so bad that he would feel he had to lie to me?  Now I 
HAD to know what this was all about.

"Why are you lying to me?"  

His face tightened and I saw a muscle jump in his jaw.  God, what was it?  He 
was really distressed.  I raised my palm to his face in a familiar gesture of 
comfort that we had used many times on one another.  I caught his eyes and 
made him look at me, silently begging him to tell me.  His face leaned into my 
palm.

He whispered, "I just ... made a big deal out of nothing in my head for a second, 
that's all."  

Well, that was certainly an evasion if not an outright lie.

"I don't believe you."   I wasn't sure if I was saying I didn't believe his answer 
or I didn't believe he would lie to me.

He took a deep breath.  "All right!  I was hurt that you laughed at my comment.  
I know I joke around with you Scully but I'm not juvenile enough or stupid 
enough to think you would ever take me seriously.  I don't do it because I think it 
will work."

"Work?"  What the hell is he talking about?

"It's my way of ... defending myself I guess," he added.

"Defending yourself against what?"  Did I think I was going to attack him.  
Not that the thought of jumping him hasn't crossed my mind more than once, 
but I don't think that's what he was talking about.

"When things feel too heavy between us, I joke to relieve the strain."  

Too heavy between us?  What?  Too much friendship?  Too much comfort?  
Oh God.  Maybe I shouldn't have hugged him and held him that long.  
Maybe he got all uncomfortable, afraid I would take it the wrong way.  Fat 
chance of that happening.  Could he honestly think after all this time that I would 
take his comfort and assume something more?  Come on, we both knew I wasn't 
his type.  I felt another dart of sadness as I did every time I had that thought.  

Maybe he thought I was laughing at his joke and thought he was juvenile.  It was 
a little bit, but that never bothered me before.  Why would it now?  But he really 
looked upset.  I had to say something.  Was it now my turn to comfort him?  
Why did the tables always get turned around this way?  Why couldn't I ever be 
the insecure one, even for a few minutes?  Damn, why was everything so damn 
complicated between us all the time?  We should be able to talk like adults.

 "Mulder I wasn't laughing because I thought your joke was lame or because I 
would never be interested in you."  Quite the opposite.

His eyebrows shot up at this.  "Then why ... "

I swallowed the heaviness in my heart and decided to tell him straight out.  
If I wanted him to be honest with me then I could hardly hedge my bets.  
"I was laughing at how ridiculous it was that you would want to come on to me.  
As if I could make you 'warm', so to speak, in the way you meant it."
 
"Can you really be that ... "

"Be that what?"  He was peering at me.  That wasn't the reaction I expected.

He blurted out, "Why wouldn't I want to come on to you?"

"This conversation is getting weird, Mulder," I dodged.  How did he turn a 
conversation 
into dangerous waters by uttering only a couple of words?

"Answer me."

He can be infuriating sometimes.  He wants to hear me say it?  Spell it out for 
him?  All right then, I'll spell it out for him. "I'm not your type, Mulder."  

I can't look at him.  God, those words hurt even more hearing them out loud. 
 I can't touch him anymore.  I pulled out of his arms and stepped back, walking 
to the area near the door to the office, trying to put as much space between us 
as possible.  I took a cleansing breath and wrapped my armor around me again.  
I straightened my spine and turned to face him.  I could do this

"What the hell are you talking about, Scully?" he asked me, as if he didn't know!

God, for a genius he could thick as a brick sometimes.  He wanted me to say it 
again?  God, it was humiliating.  I was suddenly angry again.  Why would he 
push me on this?  He knew how much I hated those women.  Diana, anyway. 

"Your type, Mulder."  I spelled it out for him.  "Tall, brunette, big boobs and legs 
up to their necks."  My voice was strident with my anger and humiliation.

"Where did you get that idea?" 

He couldn't possibly be that dense.  Why was playing head games with me?  
I wasn't going to play.  "Two names, Mulder.  Diana ... Phoebe," I spat out, 
tasting bile rise up in my esophagus just picturing Mulder with these women ... 
holding Diana's hand, kissing Phoebe.  I almost gagged, but managed to swallow 
and prevent it.  I looked hard at the floor, trying to figure out how I was going to 
escape.  I had to get out of this office.  I'd had just about enough humiliation for 
one day.
 
"I am not remotely interested in either of those women, Scully."  
He actually had the nerve to say that, I thought.

I couldn't help the sarcastic laugh that barked out of me, the torturous images 
still floating through my head.  My anger zipped off the charts and I whirled on 
him, nearly yelling, once again totally losing control.  I was entirely too raw today 
to deal with this.  "Yeah, that's why I saw you in a lip lock with Phoebe in that 
fucking hotel, and holding hands with Diana in this very building.  Come off it 
Mulder.  I only look this way!"

"Look this way?"

"Stupid!  I only LOOK stupid, but I'm not Mulder, so quit trying to dance 
around this or boost my ego or whatever the hell you're trying to do with 
comments like, 'It's getting warmer, too!'  Just stop it.  It's insulting 
sometimes!"

Insulting, and it hurt like hell!  Like the traitors they are, I felt the tears coming 
again.  I looked away and he started talking again.

 "Scully, I have way too much respect for you to intentionally insult you.  
You have to know that.  Besides, you're my best friend for Christ's sake!  
Why would I ... " 

I peered at him, watching him ball his fists at his side, trying to control himself.  
Was he really angry?  He wanted to yell back at me and part of me wanted just 
that.  Part of me wanted to just let it all fly and get it off my chest.  I was spoiling 
for a fight.  But I was afraid if I really let go, I wouldn't ever get my control back.  
And then what?  I took a deep breath in an effort to calm down and my 
frustration rushed in to take its place.

It wasn't Mulder's fault that I was an unattractive, short, pale, redhead.  Why was 
I taking it out on him?  Was I trying to punish him for not wanting me?  That 
would be childish.  He was just trying to be a friend and I had crapped all over 
him, criticizing his choice in women.  His judgment did suck, but it was really 
none of my business and whether that hurt me or not, that's the way it was.  This 
was stupid, he didn't know how I felt.  Why did I always assume that he does?  
My behavior probably made no sense.  I decided since I was humiliated already, 
I might as well explain it to him and try to retain a little bit of my dignity.

"This is stupid, Mulder.  I don't even know what we're fighting about.  I guess I'm 
just feeling crummy because that little weasel came on to me and it just ... 
SUCKS SO BAD ... that those are the only kind of men that ever hit on me!"

"I'll kill the bastard," he spits out in the voice he usually only reserves for 
suspects he's drawn his weapon on. 

"No you won't.  I took care of him," I reply, confused by his angry reaction.

"What did he do to you?!"  he shouts.

Guess I better tell him before he wigs out, I thought.

"He laughed when I insulted him and insinuated that I wasn't pushing him 
away because he annoyed me or smelled, but because he was making 
me all hot and bothered by standing so close.  Then he made some 
asinine comment about 'Pathologists do it with instruments' and I almost 
yakked."

"How do men become such incredible assholes?" he asked.

I raised an eyebrow at him, not deigning to answer the question.

"It's a rhetorical question," he added.

I smiled at that.  Mulder's self-deprecating humor to the rescue.

I decide to tell him the whole story.  "So, I told him he was full of shit and then 
he grabbed my ass."

"He WHAT!  How dare he disrespect you like that?!"

I ignored his outburst. "So I spun around and kneed him in the balls.  He dropped 
like a stone.  While he was writhing on the floor I calmly asked him to leave 
when he got enough wind to stand up and ambulate.  Needless to say, he did."

"Even I couldn't get away with grabbing your ass.  What would make him 
think he could?"

"Even you?" I jab, wondering at his arrogance.

He examined the floor as though it were the most interesting thing he'd ever 
seen, and muttered, "Not that it hasn't crossed my mind."

I smiled in spite of myself.  He was back to slinging innuendo.  This I can deal 
with.  But then again, his innuendo was what got us into this conversation in the 
first place.  I needed to step lightly here, and was feeling the need to flee again 
before this went too far.  This had already gone too far.  I had already said things 
I wished I hadn't.

He looked upset again, and I could literally see the gears spinning behind his yes 
in that head of his. God, what I wouldn't do to know what went on in there.  He 
was getting all serious on me again and I was hoping to end this on a light note.  
But I could see it wasn't going to be that easy to walk away from this 
conversation this time.  We'd stumbled in too deep.  I sighed and figured we 
might as well get it over with once and for all.
 
"What now, Mulder?"  

This time he did invade my space when he stepped up to me.  I tipped my 
shoulders back, encountering the wall behind my back.  He locked his gaze with 
mine.  His voice is soft and low and I ruthlessly suppressed the shiver that 
wanted to roll down my spine at his nearness. "I want to hold you again, Scully. It 
felt ... really good." 

I begin shaking my head.  How far would he go to make me feel good about 
myself?  No, this wasn't what I wanted.  I didn't want his sympathy!  That was the 
last thing I wanted.  "Don't do this, Mulder," my voice just this side of begging.

"Do what?  Don't want to hold you, or don't tell you what I want."

"Don't feel like you have to make a pass at me just because I'm feeling 
low and unattractive."  I couldn't stand it.  That would be the final humiliation.

"I told you before, I have way to much respect for you to insult you like 
that. I know you well enough to know that pity is the last thing you would 
ever want from me."

I closed my eyes to remove myself from his nearness.  I couldn't think when 
I was staring into his face.  I heard his hands hit the wall beside my head and 
my eyes snapped open.

"Mulder, the hug was nice, but you don't need to do this."  I try to convey with 
my eyes how bad of an idea this would be for him.

"I want to do this."

Now I was losing my patience.  Why couldn't he just respect my wishes and let it 
go?  I never should have told him!  What made me think he would let me cry on 
his shoulder and not demand an explanation.  He always wanted to make me 
feel better when I was hurting and I rarely let him.  And this was why.  Because 
he went too far.  

I tried another tact.  "Why?  You want to comfort me?  You already did.  Thank 
you.  I'm glad I told you and got it off my chest.  There!  Are you happy now?  
I'm fine, Mulder.  I was just a little pissed off there for a minute.  Let it go now."

"I don't want to let it go."

"Why?  This is ridiculous!"  I started to panic.  I needed to get out of here, NOW!  
I COULDN'T TAKE THIS!  I attempted to push him away from me and felt his 
arms snake around my waist again.  He pulled me up against his chest.  I 
grunted softly.  I was angry and scared at the same time.  I didn't even know why 
anymore.  But something weird was happening here.

"Mulder, let go of me!"

He slid his hands up to cup my face and pushed me back against the wall, 
pinning me with his body and using his superior size and strength to trap me.  
I couldn't believe he was doing this!  He knew how I hated it when he pointed 
out how helpless I could be against his strength.  In my mind, it was an ironic 
parallel between that and how helpless I was emotionally in the face of his 
forceful personality.

He nearly growled.  He was really mad now.  "That's right.  Look at me.  Listen 
to me.  Two things.  I've made mistakes with women.  Lots of them."

"Mulder..."

"Shhh, let me finish.  Just listen to me for once.  You think you have me 
all figured out but you don't and I'm not letting go of you until I tell you 
something."

I sagged in defeat.  I wasn't going anywhere and the more I fought, the more 
insistent he was going to get.  Maybe I could fake him out.

"O.K., say what you have to say," I ground out.

He didn't say anything for a couple of seconds and then, almost in slow motion 
he rubbed his chest lightly, barely there across mine and my nipples pulled up 
into tight little points instantly.  I nearly gagged swallowing the moan of surprise 
and ended up gasping instead.  What the hell was going on?  I didn't need this 
right now!   I had to try and reason with him.  This was completely out of hand.  
"Mulder?"

He almost sounded angry.  "I am NOT attracted to those women.  I might have 
been when I was young and dumb, but I'm not anymore.  You saw things that 
you misinterpreted.  Phoebe played me for a fool and I have nothing but 
contempt for her mind games.  I didn't want to believe it but Diana betrayed me 
too.  You were right."  

Did he just say I was right about Diana?  First I'd heard about it!  Why had he 
never told me!?

"And even though she helped you to save me in the end, I'd lost all respect or 
care for her by then.  Scully, what I felt for them, the two of them put together, is 
NOTHING compared to what I feel for you."  

Could I believe him?  What was he saying exactly?  What did he feel?  That was 
kind of vague.  I shook my head, not able to sort it out right now.  Nuances be 
damned Mulder!  I was tired of trying to figure this out!  Just tell me what you 
really mean, my mind shouted. 

"Don't shake your head.  I'd never lie to you about this.  It's too important 
to me."

I hadn't even realized that I was shaking my head in denial of what he was 
saying.  He continued and I had to concentrate on his words again,  "I might not 
have told you a lot of things, but I've never lied to you about how I feel about you 
or anything else.  You KNOW that."

Did I?  I was so confused now.  "You aren't exactly forthcoming in the emotional 
department either, Scully.  But that doesn't mean that I don't want you to be.  
That doesn't mean that I don't want to know, and share those things with you."

What the hell was he saying?  Could he possibly have THOSE feelings for me?  
He wanted to share emotions with me?  What the hell did that mean?  He was 
being his usual cryptic self.  I felt a little light headed.  Jesus, was I 
hyperventilating?

"Don't be scared.  I'm not going to hurt you.  I'm just keeping you here until I'm 
done."  

I nodded, not knowing what else to do or what to say.  I licked my lips.  I had to
 try and make some sense of this.  I couldn't stay pinned to the damned wall all 
afternoon.  

"I'm glad you care, Mulder.  And really, I don't know why I said those 
things.  I have no right to say those things.  I have no hold on you.  It's 
none of my business.  "

"Yes it is.  It is all your business.  Everything about me is your business, 
because I want it to be.  Because I have nothing to hide, not from you."

I chewed on my lip, thinking about how to respond to that.  He had plenty to hide 
from me and we both knew it.  Maybe he hadn't lied to me.  But he'd been right 
about one thing, there was a LOT he hadn't volunteered.  Then again, neither 
had I.  I looked up to see him staring at my lips.  I felt a blush begin at the base 
of my neck and stopped chewing my lip. 

I watched in fascination as his eyelids grew heavy and his jaw went a little slack.  
Jesus Christ!  Had I excited him?  A dart of keen arousal flew through my body 
and I gasped, wondering if I was reading his face correctly.  He spoke again, his 
voice was now low and gentle, like he was coaxing a child. 

"I have nothing to hide from you," I say quietly.  "Nothing.  So is there anything 
you want to know?  I'm feeling very generous right now.  Right now, I promise to 
tell you the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth about anything you 
ask me."

Oh boy.  'Nothing to hide, eh, Mulder?' I thought.  Be careful, buddy.  I've never 
asked you about a lot of things I want to know about.  I wondered how true his 
statement was.  He would tell me the truth ... but how much of it?  And how 
much would he leave out?  Did I even want to know about whether he'd resumed 
his relationship with Diana while she was here?  I was almost sure he'd been with 
her.  Maybe some things were better left buried.  He was waiting patiently.  I 
decided to keep things in the here and now.  The past was the past.  That was a 
discussion for another day. 

I needed to know if he was just comforting me and trying to boost my ego.  It 
would tell me a lot about how far he would go to preserve our relationship.  If he 
was willing to fake attraction for the sake of my feelings, then we had nothing to 
talk about here.

"Tell me the truth about ... why did you want to hug me again." I looked away, 
not able to hold his gaze.

"Do you really want to know?  Are you sure?"

"You promised you'd tell."  Was he going to back out?

"Then look at me." 

Our eyes met for a moment and then he bent his head so his lips were near my 
ear.  I could feel his warm, moist breathe as it cascaded down my neck and I bit 
my tongue accidentally.  I had meant to grit my teeth in an effort not to show 
how he affected me.

"Because it was turning me on the first time."  The words float into my ear and 
this time I cannot suppress the gasp of surprise.  That was the last thing I 
expected him to say.  It was innuendo, wasn't it?  For when things got too 
intense between us?  That's what he had said.   No, I couldn't allow myself to 
believe this.  It was a recipe for disaster.  My heart was too fragile right now.  I 
needed time to reconstruct my defenses.

Oh God, how I wanted to believe him!  "No, no, that can't be true.  You like 
them.  You're just saying that to boost my ego.  You like brunettes.  You like..."  

"I like you."  He cut me off, breathing into my ear.  I shivered in spite of myself.  
Then without warning, he rocked me off my feet, surging away from the wall.

He sat on his desk and yanked me between his legs.  What the hell was going 
on now?! 

"Mulder, what?"  

That's all I got out before I felt his warm hands slide onto my ass and pulled me 
tightly and ungracefully into his stomach. "Oh God," is all that squeaked out of 
me as I felt the length of his erection pressing into my stomach.  It was hot, hard 
and released some unknown clasp on my control and my body flooded with 
arousal, my nipples hardening into points again, warm tingles pooling between 
my legs.

He ground himself into me slowly but firmly, and tugged my head towards him to 
whisper in my ear again.  "Does that feel like pity?"

"Oh!"  No, it certainly didn't!  Score one for the home team.  Holy shit, he wasn't 
lying.  He was turned on.  How the hell did this happen?  I felt stupid now.  Was 
it because we fought?  Some men got excited from fighting.  I didn't have time to 
ponder it.

"Scully."

"Wha-what?"

"I only get hard like this for you.  Only you."  

I shivered, not believing what I was hearing.  Oh God, could it be true? But the 
proof is in the pudding, as they say.  Or in this case, the proof was in his hard-on 
pressing insistently into my stomach.  He couldn't fake that!  I nearly swooned, 
unable to talk as his raw, sexy voice tumbled into my ear.


PART 2 (NC-17)
HOOVER BUILDING
BASEMENT OFFICE

 "You drive me crazy!  And you think no one comes on to you because you're 
unattractive?  They don't come on to you because they think you're out of their 
league, Scully.  You're so fucking beautiful, sexy and smart, most guys don't 
think they stand a chance.  They think that you'd never look at them that way, as 
a romantic interest.  So why bother even trying?  Why make an ass out of 
themselves?"

"How would you know that's what they think?" I squeak out, proud that I 
managed an entire sentence.

"Because that's what I think."

"Oh, Mulder ... "  I felt a wave of dizziness.  And then all I can feel is excitement 
as his lips brush the shell of my ear.  He was still talking and I struggled to 
concentrate, but it was difficult with his warm, soft lips brushing my ear and 
setting up constant tingling sensation that run down my neck and into my 
breasts.

"But that doesn't mean guys don't want to be with you.  It doesn't mean they 
aren't turned on by you."  He's talking about himself, not THEY, he's talking 
about himself.  

"It doesn't mean that, given the opportunity, they won't hold you and hug you.  
Even though it's torture sometimes to have you that close and not kiss you.  It 
doesn't mean that they don't go home every night and fantasize about what it 
would be like to drive you crazy withforeplay and make love to you all night 
long."  

Oh God, had I just whimpered? The images he had provoked were erotic and 
frightening, but so exciting at the same time.

"It doesn't mean that if they thought for one minute you wouldn't push 
them away, they wouldn't try to ... try to ...  "  

Hearing the longing and the pleading note in his voice, my knees buckled and 
my arms slid up his chest as I clasped them around his neck for support. 

He groaned, deep and low in his throat. "Aaaaawwwww, God, Scully, awww, oh 
God, I want you so bad."  His hips pushed into my again, trapping his hardness 
between us even tighter than before.  I could feel my body soften in response to 
his hardness.

I tried to stifle a moan as his tongue darted out and licked me behind the ear.  I 
squeaked.  I never squeaked.  He didn't know it, but he'd found a particularly 
sensitive spot on the Scully skin meter.  His mouth latched onto my skin and 
sucked.  I moaned loudly this time as he continued to journey down to my collar 
bone, leaving the cool wetness of his kisses behind on my skin, like an ice burn. 

He was trembling.  He was actually trembling!  I had to stop this, as good as it 
felt.  This was no place for our first sexual encounter.  He had shifted and I 
heard his pencil tinkling in the plastic holder.  It jerked me out of my sexual haze 
and I realized where we were.  We were in the damn Hoover Building for Christ's 
sake!

"Mulder, we can't ..."  I never finished my sentence.  His mouth descended on 
mine, slanting for the perfect angle.  He was kissing me.  He was really kissing 
me, with passion, just like in my dreams.  I shuddered and my mouth opened, 
unwittingly inviting him in.  His tongue darted into my mouth, exploring and then 
jousting with my tongue.  I could no longer hold back and began to take control 
of my own tongue and participate.

I didn't even know what was happening anymore and very suddenly ... I didn't 
care.  It felt too damn good.  Oh Mulder, how did I not see this in you?  I saw the 
passion, I just never knew it was for me.  I'd been so sure it was everyone but 
me.  He hadn't been lying.  He was easily as excited as I was.  I felt his hand 
slide up my thigh and discover the top of my thigh high stocking.  He twitched in 
surprise but then slid his hand up to the soaking crotch of my cotton panties and 
grunted in surprise as his finger rubbed tentatively over my wetness.  

I jerked in surprise, wishing I had worn nicer panties.  These were plain old 
cotton.  He broke our kiss and stared at me.  He had the same look of 
disbelieving wonder that I was sure I had on my own face.  What the hell were 
we doing?!  I wanted this, but I'd never lost control like this and especially at 
work.  I had to try and stop this.  I had to get him out of here where I could ravish 
him properly.

If he wanted me ... and surprising as that was to me, it seemed he did, then I 
was going to stake my claim, I decided.  Fox Mulder was going to be mine in this 
last way and woe be to the woman that tried to take him away from me. 

I was breathless but managed to force out, "We are in ... the office ... 
Mulder ... we can't ...  "

"I don't care,"  he mumbled and just as easy as you please, slid two fingers 
under the elastic of my panties and pushed them straight up into my twat! 

"Sweet Jesus!" I shouted, feeling my legs threaten to give out and my head 
falling to his shoulder.  He began finger fucking me while kissing my neck and I 
trembled from head to toe, lost in the sensations that were rolling through me. 

OH. MY. GOD!  He had found my clit.  Most men couldn't find it with a fucking 
road map.  But Mulder, I should have known would know his way around  He had 
just slipped his thumb inside and had begun torturing my turgid, spongy flesh, 
sending bolts of sharp arousal through my womb.

Oh Christ, I was whimpering again.  I could hear myself as though in a tunnel, 
repeating, "Oh, oh, oh, oh," with every cringing bolt of electricity his fingers were 
causing. 

I could hear him murmuring.  "Ahh, Scully, you're so beautiful.  I can't believe 
I'm touching you like this.  It's unreal.  You're so sexy.  I've wanted to touch you 
for so long."

I couldn't believe he was touching me like this either!  So long?  How long? I 
wondered.

He was still talking.  I struggled to concentrate on what he was saying.

"Oh yeah, Beautiful, let go for me.  I've got you.  I want to make you come, 
Scully.  I want to see it.  Let me see it."

God help me, I thought.  I was going to come.  Standing right here in the office.  
I generally or in the past anyway, had trouble coming even when all the 
conditions were right.  Now, here I stood fully clothed in the middle of the 
basement office on concrete floor, on the verge of a 
shattering orgasm from my partner finger fucking me, and ... 

Oh God, he found my nipple.

He sucked sharply and harshly on my engorged nipple right through my clothes.  
His coordination was unreal.  His finger swiped relentlessly at my clit.  One more 
hard suck on my tit and my release crashed through me like a tidal wave. 

I vaguely registered that I was bucking shamelessly into his hand.  My voice was 
echoing back to me as I shouted his name.  "Mul...Mul...Muullddeerr!  OhGod, 
OhGod, Muullddeerr, Ohhh, Gooodddd!"  

My entire body folded onto his chest like a dishrag as I gulped air into my 
burning lungs, while my body twitched with aftershocks from one of the most 
intense orgasms I'd had in years.

From his fingers.

Holy shit.  He'd made me come with his fingers, and never took off a stitch of my 
clothing.  If my skin ever did touch down against his, I was truly fucked.

I laughed internally at the double entendre.

He said nothing and I suddenly jerked in panic.  What if he regretted this?  What 
if he was all upset and uncomfortable now?  Shit.  No!  I couldn't let that happen.  
This was unconscionable behavior, but for both of us.  And for once in my life, I 
didn't care.  My relationship with Mulder was more important than any job, even 
this one.

I raised my head and gasped as he slowly removed his fingers from my still 
pulsing internal walls.  I watched in fascination as he brought them to his mouth 
and sucked them inside, rolling his tongue over them, tasting my juices.  I 
couldn't speak, the erotic implications of that striking me dumb.

But then, he did the sweetest thing any man has ever done for me.  He pulled 
out a hanker chief and folded it, reaching between my legs and wending his way 
down into my panties, wiping my juices up, his touch ginger and reverent.  He 
retreated, folded the cloth and reached in again.  My panties were going to be 
damp and there was nothing I could do about that, but I felt tears again.  

This time they were tears of tenderness and joy.  God, how sweet could this man 
be?  He shrugged and smiled sheepishly as he put the dirty hanky back into his 
picket and I grimaced.  He smiled, then dropped his head as I stepped back 
another step.

I felt like a school girl, suddenly shy.  This was Mulder!  My Mulder.

Oh boy.  My Mulder.  Not yet, but I didn't intend to waste any more time.  All my 
earlier doubts were gone.  Nobody who was just teasing or trying to make you 
feel better went that far.  Maybe a kiss, but not that far.  He really did want me.  
Did he love me?  His eyes said so. 

I couldn't bring myself to say those words right now, especially if there was a 
chance that I might not hear them back.  He said he felt for me, twice what he 
felt for Diana and Phoebe.  But what did that really mean?  I loved him.  I 
wanted him to love me.  I wanted to believe.

My eyes glanced at his poster hanging on the wall.  Yes, indeed.  I wanted to 
believe.  A rogue tear fell off my eyelash and traveled down my face.  He 
glanced up and instantly looked contrite and concerned.

"Scully!  I didn't hurt you, did I?"  He wiped the tear with his thumb and 
kissed my cheek softly.  

I shook my head, smiling.  "No silly, that was just so sweet!"

"Sweet?" 

"Yeah.  Cleaning me up like that.  No one's ever done that before."

He smiled a tremulous smile.  "Oh."  He paused.  "So..."

I smiled back.  "So..."

"I don't know what to say now,"  he blurted out.

I chuckled, realizing his reticence wasn't regret, it was nervousness.

Time to make my move and remove all doubt.  "I think I owe you one," I said 
softly.

"Scully, don't feel like you have ... don't worry about that.  I just ... wanted 
...  Holy Shit!  I can't believe you let me touch you like that!" 

I laughed, shaking my head to let him know I couldn't either, but I was happy 
about it all the same. "I can't believe you just made me come without removing a 
stitch of my clothing," I blurted out.

I glanced at his crotch.  He was still pitching an impressive tent and I couldn't 
wait to see what was inside that cracker jack box.  But I didn't want to do it here.  
Well, I did, but I didn't.  I wanted to jump him right now.  But to do it right, I 
needed the proper setting and I needed a bed.  I didn't want our first time to be 
thrown down over a desk or in an office chair.  I decided to make my proposal.

"Not to leave you hanging or anything, but I'd rather pay you back somewhere 
else."

He looked at me incredulously.  "Scully!"

"Those fantasies of yours ... "  I wondered if I could make any of them come 
true.  That would be a bonus.  I wanted to give him something no other woman 
ever had.  I didn't know what that was yet, but I would think of something.

"Yeah?" asked, shyly.

"Where were we?"

"What do you mean?"

"Where were we when you were making love to me in your fantasies?"

"Scully, I shouldn't have told you that, I ... "

"I'm glad you did.  Where were we?"

"In my apartment," he said softly, staring at his shoes, or his dick, I wasn't sure 
which!

"Where?"

"In my bed."

"Not on your couch?"  I teased, wondering that all his sex fantasies didn't take 
place on that seedy, leather couch. 

"No, Scully, you're too good for my couch."  

He just kept getting sweeter and sweeter.  How could I have known that he 
would say all the right things?  I cupped his face in my hands and leaned in to 
kiss him gently.  His hands went to my waist and he kissed me back.  I broke it 
up before we could get too involved again.

He pouted, giving me the puppy dog eyes.  Hard to resist, but now I had a plan.  
I leaned into his ear as he had done to me, wondering if his neck was as 
sensitive as mine.  When I breathed into his ear and felt him shudder, I smiled, 
looking forward to all the other sensitive spots I was going to have fun finding 
very soon. 

"Take me home with you."

"Oh God, Scully.  You don't have to ... feel obligated to ... "

"I want to."

"Are you sure?" he asked.  Could he possibly doubt it?  I didn't let just anyone 
feel me up in the office for Christ's sake!

"Yes." 

"I'm not um, taking this the wrong way am I?"  he stuttered.  "I mean, are 
you saying ... what I think ... you're saying?"

"What do you think I'm saying?"  He was adorable when he was nervous.  I didn't 
think I'd ever seen him quite like this.

"That you want ... to ... be with me ... " He paused. "Are you going to ... let 
me ... make love to you?"

I smiled against his neck.  "Hopefully we'll make love to each other."

"You're kidding!" 

"No, I'm not."  I stood up abruptly and grabbed my jacket.  If I stood there near 
him for one more minute, I was going to shred those Armani pants and swallow 
him whole.  He looked shell shocked as he stared at me when I turned to look at 
him from my place at the door. 

"Well, are you going to join me?"

He jumped to his feet and nodded sharply.  God, he was so cute! 

XXXXXXXXXX

We got onto the elevator and there were three other people in there.  Once 
inside, he took up a place behind me, purposely maneuvering me in front of him.
 
"Mulder, what?"  I felt his erection jab me in the ass.  I chuckled, deciding I 
would help out and stand still. 

We took his car, deciding to get mine later.  Once inside he said, "Jesus, I feel 
like a jerk."

I smiled widely at him. "Don't be.  I'm flattered."

I couldn't believe I turned him on so much he couldn't concentrate or think of 
anything to say.  My normally glib partner was stuttering and shy.  It was a nice 
look on him!

He was white knuckling the steering wheel  I decided maybe if we talked, he 
would calm down.  It was cute, but I didn't really want him to be uncomfortable.  I 
felt butterflies in my stomach start to do the River Dance.  I whispered, "Relax, 
Mulder, I'm not going to bite you."

I didn't know if I said it more for him or for me.  I needed to relax too, but that 
was nearly impossible. I was going to sleep with Mulder.  My Mulder.  Oh God.

"I know, I'm just ... I can't quite believe ... this happened so fast."

"Fast?"

"Yeah, I mean, an hour ago, I was afraid to ask you if I could hug you and 
now ... and now ... I'm taking you home with me."

"You've taken me home with you before."

"Yeah, but I didn't expect anything then ... I ... oh Christ ... I don't 
necessarily expect anything now.  I don't want you to think I'm assuming 
anything here.  I just wasn't really prepared for this, for  your reaction.  Oh 
shit, I'm babbling.  I don't even know what I'm saying.  I should just shut 
up.  Let me know when I start making sense, O.K.?"

I laughed and he smiled.  It was wonderful to see him so befuddled.  Mr. Oxford 
was really tripping over himself.  I don't know what I expected but this wasn't it.  
Hell, I'd never expected to have this chance.  I had thought that if I'd ever had a 
chance with him, I'd let it go by and I was doomed to a life of envy and jealousy 
as long as I stayed by his side.  But I couldn't leave him either and it had been 
eating me away.  

Being hit on by that worm today was the last straw on the compost heap of my 
insecurity and frustration.  I was going to make this happen and I was going to 
make this work, no matter what.  I needed this.

"Would it help if I talked to you?"

"Yeah, maybe."

All right, let's start from the beginning, I thought.

"O.K.  I didn't want to believe that you were attracted to me."

"Why not?  Why is that so hard to believe?  You're a gorgeous woman, 
Scully."

"I am NOT gorgeous.  I know I'm not ugly, but I'm not exactly Christy 
Brinkley either."

"I never liked her."

I chuckled.  "You know what I mean.  I'm not tall and leggy.  I don't 
have big boobs.  You're so ... smart and passionate.  Christ Mulder, 
you're complete eye candy.  Don't you know that?  Do you have any idea 
how many women want to get in your pants?"  He looked at me like he'd 
swallowed something foul.

 "That's ridiculous!" he exclaimed.

"Mulder, we walk into a restaurant, a police station, a crime scene, and 
every god damn female head in the place turns like you've got at fucking 
magnet on your forehead.  Don't you notice?"

"No, I notice all the men looking at you."

"Anyway, I didn't think I was your type.  I'm not a brunette with dark eyes.  
I'm a chalk white red head with blue eyes."

"Scully, look.  Let me clear this up for you.  I do NOT have a thing for 
brunettes.  The fact that ... those two women ... were brunettes is just a 
coincidence."

"Coincidence that they are both tall and leggy with big boobs, too?"  Yeah, right.

"Yes."

"Oh come on!"

"I'm serious," he stressed.

"Then why did you go out with them?"

"Because they hit on me."

That's it?  I was forgetting Mulder's classic insecurity.  He got it from somewhere 
and I'd never really understand how someone so intelligent and good looking 
could not have more confidence in himself when it came to women.  Oh, he 
knew that women looked, even if he claimed he didn't.  But I really thought he 
was amused by it, like if he could use it to get what he wanted fine, but he didn't 
think anybody could actually be serious about him.

"You didn't go after them?"

"No, they went after me.  I've never had great confidence when it comes 
to women, Scully.  I mean, in college I was pathetic.  I was a tall, skinny, 
nerd!  I was so thrilled that anyone would want to spend time with me, I 
fell all over myself to please her.  But she was just using me for fun and 
games and I was too stupid to realize it.  By the time I did, well, let's just 
say that finding her in bed with someone else one day didn't do a lot for 
my self-esteem."

"Mulder, I'm sorry.  I forgot how rotten she was to you."

"It's O.K., I got over it, eventually.  But it was a long time before I could 
even think about dating again.  I threw myself into the academy when I 
returned to the States and women were the last things on my mind.  Then 
they paired me up with Diana."

"And she came on to you."

"Almost immediately.  And I was lonely and we had things in common and 
shared the same weird schedule.  And if nothing else, I owe Diana for 
restoring some of my confidence.  She made me feel worthwhile and 
capable of having a relationship and making a woman happy.  Something 
I didn't think I was capable of until then."

"I see."

"I don't know if you do.  Because that's not the end of the story.  It was fun 
while it lasted, but as soon as she had a chance to move up the ladder, 
she was gone.  Left for Europe without batting an eyelash.  She didn't 
even seem a little upset that she was leaving me.  I wouldn't have asked 
her not to go.  I knew it was important for her career.  But it would have 
been nice if she could have at least acted a little upset that our 
relationship was ending.  But she didn't.  She was very casual about it.  It 
was like ... well, Fox, it's been nice, but see ya later.  Oh and by the way, 
we'll be friends, right?"

The bitch.  Just the thought of that woman had me grinding my teeth.  "So you 
realized 
that she meant more to you than you meant to her?"

"Exactly.  It wasn't Phoebe all over again.  I never felt like Diana 'used' me 
like Phoebe did or cheated on me, but it definitely made me gun shy 
again.  I figured I obviously was not good at relationships.  I didn't have 
what it took to grab someone's heart and hold it.  And I didn't think I could 
take having mine broken again for a while.  So I didn't allow it to happen.  
I went out on a date here and there, but I've never been involved with 
anyone since.  I've had a couple of one night stands, but that was years 
ago."

"How long ago?"  Why did I need to know this?

"The last one was about ... seven and half years ago."

"Seven and half ... "  That couldn't be right!  "But that means 
that you didn't sleep with Diana when she came back ..."

"No."

I swallowed.  "I was sure you did."

"No.  She offered but I couldn't do it."

I took a deep breath.  "Why?"  

He was silent for several moments and I prompted him,  "Mulder, why? Please 
tell me.  
You said you had nothing to hide from me."

"I did say that didn't I?  Maybe I spoke too soon."

"Why don't you want to answer me?"

"I'm not sure if I should ... if you would be ready to hear the answer."

"Why don't you let me decide that?"  I hated it when he got all evasive like this.  
I needed to know this.  It was critical to our relationship.  Even though Diana was 
gone, she was still a ghost in this relationship and I needed to put her to rest or 
she would haunt me forever.

"I'm afraid."

Didn't expect that.  Afraid?  "I promise it won't change what's happening here.  It 
won't stop it."

"How do you know?"

"I have a feeling."  Nothing was going to stop this.  I'd made up my mind. 
"Please.  I need to know, Mulder.  I've been jealous of the hold Diana had on you 
for so long.  Jealous that she was intimate with you the way I couldn't be.  Why 
did you turn Diana down?  It would have been easy for you be with her."

"Yeah, it would have been.  Better the devil you know ... " 

"So why didn't you?"

He whispered, "Because I was ... "  He paused and then blurted it out in a rush, 
still whispering, "Because I was in love with you." 

I gasped.  Oh man, he'd said it ... just like that.  Those words from all my 
dreams.  He'd said them.  He loved me.  No, better.  He was IN LOVE with me.

I saw him fidget nervously and his eyes became moist.  God, I hadn't said 
anything! "Good answer," I finally forced out, putting my hand on his leg.  His leg 
jerked but he didn't pull away and settled under my hand.

I brushed his face with my hand, unable to NOT touch him now.  God, when 
were we going to get to his place!?
 
"Mulder, are you O.K. with this?"  He looked so uptight.

"Yes!"

"Because if you don't want this, it's O.K.  I won't be disa ... "  Be honest, Dana, I 
told myself.  "Well, yes, I will be disappointed but I'll live with it.  But I won't be 
angry and I won't hold it against you or anything."

"I want this!  Oh God, Scully, you have no idea how much I want this."

Relief flooded through me.  "O.K., then, let's go upstairs."

"O.K., sorry I'm being such a dweeb."

"You're not.  You're nervous and it's cute."

"Cute.  Great.  That's what I always wanted to be with women, cute."

"Come on, handsome, let's go upstairs."  I slid out of the car and looked at him 
over the hood.  "Is that better?" I teased.

"Yeah, it is." 

We rode up the elevator in silence.  I watched as he fumbled slightly with the 
keys in the lock, but finally he got it open. 

"You want something to drink?" he asked.

"Have any wine?"  I could use a little liquid courage right now.

He returned with two glasses of wine and stared, open mouthed at me for a 
moment, before swallowing heavily and handing me my glass.  We had a 
nervous conversation for some minutes, most of which I don't even remember.  I 
was so anxious to do this before I lost my nerve.

He seems disgruntled over my earlier comments saying he was cute and 
adorable because he was nervous around me.  I'd found it flattering, he'd 
thought I was describing a teddy bear.  I decided it was time to put his 
insecurities to rest.  

"Well, what if I told you that I think you are possibly the sexiest man I've ever 
known?"

"Yeah?" he asked on a breathy puff of air, sounding amazed.

I smiled.  "Yeah.  So sexy man, how about some of that foreplay you mentioned 
earlier."    This time there would be no lingering frustration, or emptiness after 
masturbation.  This time there would be foreplay ... but foreplay with results.  
Mulder. Inside. Me.

I shivered at the thought of it.  Enough talking.

He grinned and I leaned in to kiss him, sliding my tongue into his warm, wet 
mouth and teasing the roof of his mouth before playing with his tongue.  He 
came alive in my arms, and every inch of him seemed to tense and harden 
against me as he deepened the kiss.

I felt my body go soft and mold to his hardness.  He asked to take me in the 
bedroom and I said yes, feeling my heartbeat speed up as my heart started 
knocking against my ribcage.

Oh God, this was really going to happen.  We undressed one another and I 
nearly swooned with he pinched and rolled my nipples.  I had another flash of 
uncertainty when my chest was bared to him, afraid I wouldn't measure up to his 
past women, or those porn bimbos he watched.  

By the way he stared, I surmised that I didn't have a problem in that regard.
I helped him remove his pants and then his voice made me tremble, so low and 
filled with arousal when he said, "Take your panties off for me."  

I did and then he told me to leave my stockings on.  I felt shy and decadent all at 
the same time, standing there in my thigh high stocking, seeing his dilated pupils 
roam over my chest and legs, stalling between my legs as he licked his lips.  I 
say, "Your turn."

I was eager to see what awaited me.  This would be my first glimpse of Mulder 
naked, aroused and uninjured.  And ... 

OhMyGod!  He was fucking gorgeous.  The words slip out without any thought at 
all, "Oh Mulder, you're so beautiful."  

I stared at his impressive erection and watched it twitch and grow harder under 
my gaze.  I blinked slowly and my feet take me to him.  I wrapped my hand 
around him and felt my knees go weak.  He moaned, "Awww, Scully."

I felt wetness and glance down as I spread the precum over the head of his 
magnificent cock.  I stroked him from crown to root and delighted in the grunting 
sound of pleasure that this causes.  He was so hot it nearly burned my hand.  
The silky smoothness of his skin was stretched taut and straining around the 
unbelievable hardness that pulsed against my palm.  He felt so good.  I had 
done this to him.  I knew he was going to feel even better inside me.

We climbed into bed and I assumed a position on my back.   Her crawled 
between my legs, watching me intently.  Then he looked down and I let my 
knees fall open to expose my sex, which I could feel was already slick and 
swollen.  He fingered my soaking folds and tried to ask me if I needed more 
foreplay.  I did want him to put that oral fixation to use one day, but right then, 
my nether lips were throbbing and my internal walls ached with emptiness.  I 
needed him now, I decided.

I teased him, trying to break the tension.  He seemed so nervous.  "Maybe some 
other time.  You took care of the foreplay in the office.  Right now I just want that 
enormous hard-on of yours inside me so bad I could scream."

"Holy Shit!" he exclaimed in surprise at my words.

I chuckled at his reaction.  He teased me by rubbing the head of his cock up and 
down in my leaking folds and I groaned in frustration.

"Mulder, please don't tease me.  Now, do it now."

I closed my eyes as he nudged my tunnel with just the tip of his cock.  I was 
nearly clenching my teeth with anticipation.  He said, "Look at me.  Open your 
eyes."

His eyes locked with mine, swirling with golden flecks in the green, pupils 
dilated, as he pushed slowly inside.  He steadily pushed my long unused 
muscles aside and I felt the muscles spasm.  "Oh Christ!" he hissed.

He continued until his large, wide cock had bottomed out inside me and I nearly 
shouted, "Oooooohhhhhyyyeeeaaahhh!

I'd forgotten how good this felt.  And it was better than I ever remembered, just 
because it was Mulder.  My Mulder.  

I realized he wasn't in completely yet and gasped as he pulled my knee up and 
pushed it out to the side gently.  He rolled his weight forward and I felt him sink 
in deeper, right to the hilt, his heavy, warm balls mashing against my ass.  I felt 
the muscles of my crotch beginning to quiver like the coming of an earthquake.  
His palm slid up the bed, turning to cup my shoulder as he kept my knee hooked 
over his elbow.  He rocked gently forward and rolled my clit between our pubic 
bones.  

My whole body clenched as I felt an orgasm tighten my lower back, threatening 
to explode.  I've never come from penetration.  Just the idea that I was so close, 
just from this, was incredible.  My whole body hummed with anticipation and I 
heard a deep groan bark out of Mulder .  He was gritting his teeth, battling the 
same sensations I was.  I had a feeling this first time wasn't going to last long.  It 
wouldn't have to, judging by the way I'm feeling. 

I stuttered out, hearing my voice warble.  "Ohohohoh, Mulder, Oh God, you feeel 
sooo gooood.  Soooo gooood.  Oh my God. I'm so excited. So excited.  If you 
move ... if you move ... I'm gonna .. .I'm gonna come."

I was embarrassed at my stuttering, but it didn't seem to bother Mulder.  A look 
of astonishment crossed his face for a brief moment, then his face crumbled into 
a look of exquisite pleasure as he yanked his hips back and drove himself into 
me harshly, swiveling his hips and grinding my clit between us again.

It hit me like a tidal wave.  I had never screamed during sex in my life.  But I 
screamed that time.  Long, loud, shrieking screams of barely coherent words. 
"Aaaaahhhh, Aaaaahhhhh! Mulder! Mulder! Mulder! OHMYGOD! OHMYGOD! 
OHMYGOD! OH JEEEZZUUUSS!" 

The waves kept coming, making my internal walls spasm in delight and my 
nipples throb with orgasmic pleasure  as he kept himself stuffed inside me.  My 
walls were stretched to the limit and with nowhere to go they squeezed his iron  
hard cock with clenching spasms that left me dizzy and gasping for breath.  

As the aftershocks rocked my body, I felt slightly delirious and forced my focus 
onto Mulder who was gritting his teeth, and clenching those beautiful stomach 
muscles in an effort not to come.  Oh, he should have let go.

He reached between us and pinched off his impending orgasm.  I was impressed 
that he knew how to do that.  I stayed as still as possible, although I couldn't help 
the quivering muscles in my pussy as they continued to sputter in confused 
delight.

When he released his breath and collapsed into my body, lowering my leg and 
placing his both his arms on the bed, I said, "Wow, Holy shit, Mulder."

He smiled the most adorable smile, full of mischief and he seemed quite proud 
of himself.  He had reason to be.  He backed out a little and snapped his hips, 
driving his still pulsing hardness into me and moving his pubic bone over mine in 
a quick swipe.  I grunted, "Uugg!"

He smiled, clearly amused by that sound, and did it again.  I chuckled watching 
the grin of amusement and sheer joy that was on his face as he continued to 
retreat slowly and then ram himself back into me, crushing my sensitive clit and 
making me cringe with darts of pleasure.

Each stroke was a little longer, but he maintained his slow retreat and his harsh 
entry.  He began to hum in the back of his throat and murmur to me as I grunted 
my unspoken pleasure to him.  I don't know how long this went one, but it 
seemed like forever.  He just kept filling me, and filling me, and filling me.  I was 
lost in a haze of mounting pleasure that left me moaning louder and louder as 
his 
assault continued.  He didn't speed up but kept me hovering on the edge of 
release for as long as I can ever remember that happening.  I abandoned myself 
to the waves of pleasure as he made my body pulse and hum to his odd rhythm.

He began suckling on my nipples and I thought I was going to break apart from 
the shooting tingles of pleasure that shot straight to my clit and made it throb.  
He suckled like he would never get another chance and maybe he didn't know if 
he would.  I had long ago lost the capacity for speech and so merely grunted and 
moaned and groaned my pleasure as his suction increased.

Sweat broke out on my hairline, my neck and finally my whole body as we began 
to show sign of exertion.  His belly and mine were slick with sweat as they slid 
across one another.  His body lowered, my turgid nipples, ultra-sensitive by now, 
were being scraped by his sparse chest hair and causing yet another sensation 
that rolled through me and lit me on fire.  I could no longer separate the 
sensations of pleasure as I just degenerated into a twitching pile of pre-orgasmic 
trembling.

I heard his breath quicken and knew he was tiring as I was from trying to meet 
his thrusts.  I summoned my wits and reached down, stretching my arms as my 
body bent to assist in reaching my goal.

I grabbed two handfuls of Mulder ass and began squeezing and pulling the hard 
flesh to the sides.  He instantly responded and sped up.  His voice was ragged 
and disoriented but the sputtered out, "OhScully, OhScully, OhScully, yeah, 
yeah, Yea!  Oh keep doing that!  Oh don't stop."  

Guessing I'd found something he liked, I not only continued, but began yanking 
his ass cheek apart and pulling him to me, angling for every millimeter of depth.  
He rose up on his knee and surged forward, changing the angle so he was 
stroking down into my upturned tunnel and battering my G-spot with every 
stroke. 

I urged him on, anxious now to see him come and knowing it wasn't going to 
take much of this to send me over the edge. "Yeah, Mulder, Yeah.  Oh, just like 
that. Hard, Hit me hard. Hit me hard.  Oh yeah!  So good. Holy shiiittt, I'm gonna 
come again.  I'm gonna come agaaaaiiinnnn!!" 

I shrieked as my third orgasm of the day tore through me without mercy for my 
tired and overworked muscles.  Every muscle in my body clenched and released 
in a flooding sensation of warmth and I twitched and jerked with the spasms of 
pleasure that rolled through me.

He began to slam into me, plowing the head of his cock into my cervix and 
making my walls reflexively clench around him with every stroke.  My orgasm 
swept through me with another round of tremors as he shouted something like 
my name and then an incoherent manly yell.  White hot spurts of semen coated 
my already soaked tunnel and ran out of me when I was full, running down into 
the crack of my ass.  He hollered and jerked a couple more times before 
collapsing onto me, shaking in my arms and trembling with his own aftershocks.

A feeling of completeness and euphoria swept over me as I reveled in my 
endorphin high and Mulder's head lay cradled on my chest, using my breasts for 
a pillow.  He raised his head, eyelids swollen and lazy and smiled a soft, 
contented smile.  I thought the words and they came out of my mouth without 
me making a conscious decision to say them, "Oh Mulder, I'm so in love with 
you, it's ridiculous."

He looked incredulous for a second and I felt panic stab through me.  I wondered 
if I should have said that.  But then I saw the tears flood his beautiful hazel eyes.  
He looked astonished and so overwhelmed.  His breath hitched in his throat and 
tears scudded down his cheeks.  He buried his nose in my hair and said, "Oh 
God, Scully, tell me I'm not going to wake up from another dream about you in a 
minute."

I ran my fingers through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp and feeling him 
shiver.  He had really dreamed of me.  It hadn't been a line to pacify me or boost 
my ego.  I knew that now. He really was in love with me, as incredible as it 
seemed.  True to form though, he needed my reassurance, probably more than 
ever.  This was a huge step we were taking.  "No, you're not going to wake up," I 
whispered.

He apologized for getting emotional and I brushed it off.  I should have told him 
how I felt before we made love, but I was still afraid too.  I hadn't known if this 
was a one shot deal.  I tried to further reassure him by telling him another truth; 
no man had ever made me come twice in one session or three times in one day.

His only comment was that I must have had lousy lovers and I couldn't disagree.  
But I hadn't realized what I was missing until now.  Now I did and there was no 
way I was going to let go.

He told me he loved me too and we cuddled in silence for a bit.

Now the hard part.

He said, "So, it's a little bit late to ask this questions, but what do we do now?"

"You mean about work?" I asked.

"Well, there's that too.  But I don't know what you want this relationship to 
be."

"What do you want it to be?" I hedged.

"I want it ALL, but I'll take whatever you'll give me."

"Define ALL."  He could be so vague sometimes.

"Oh boy."

"No chickening out now, partner.  Too late for that.  You said you had 
nothing to hide and I'm going to hold you to that."

"O.K."  He gently pulled out of me and rolled onto his back.  I crawled up on top 
of him, sprawling over his chest, unwilling to break the physical contact just yet.

"Tell me," I coaxed.

"I want you to be my girlfriend.  That sounds ridiculous doesn't it?  But 
that's what I want.  I don't want you to just be my lover.   I want us to be 
couple.  I want to socialize together, hand out and watch movies together, 
share our hopes and dreams together.  I think it goes without saying that I 
want us to be monogamous.  I know we work well together and I don't 
want that to change.  I've never had a better partner.  But I want to just be 
US when we're not working."

That sounded good.  "Just US?"  

"Yeah, just Mulder and Scully, Fox and Dana, whatever.  Not special 
agents or doctors or investigators.  I just want to be a man and a woman 
in love who enjoy each other's company and like to have long afternoons 
in bed eating fruit and making love."

Yup, everything was going to just fine.  I hadn't imagined him wanting those 
things and told him so.  He wanted the same balance I did, the loving 
relationship to balance the craziness of work.

We made plans to order in for dinner and then go grocery shopping in the 
morning.  I couldn't wait.  It had been a long time since I shopped for two.  I 
decided to stay for the weekend.  He didn't know it yet, but I was planning on 
seeing how many times we could make love in the next 48 hours.  Horny Scully 
was a force to be reckoned with.  Horny Scully in love and deprived for the last 
several years was going to be even worse.

Ready or not Mulder, here I come.  There's going to be lots of foreplay, and 
LOTS of results!

THE END.