TITLE:		ON-LINE (1/2)
AUTHOR:  	donnilee@snet.net
RATING:  	NC-17 
WARNING:   	Descriptive sex. Smut.  Please, no one 
		under 17.
CATEGORY:	MSR /ANGST
POSTING:	ANYWHERE - But Please make sure my name and 
		e-mail address are on it and inform me by e-	
		mail of the location.  Thank you.
SUMMARY:	Scully runs into Mulder on the net, but he 
                doesn't know it's her.  Fun ensues.
DISCLAIMER: Nope.  Not mine.  Used shamelessly and 
without remorse.  They belong to Chris Carter, 1013 and 
Fox, and god knows who else, but not me.


DANA SCULLY'S APARTMENT

SATURDAY NIGHT

Dana Scully sat at her computer staring at her screen. She 
had gone to a web site on Paranormal Phenomenon and read up 
on the latest escapades of the Warrens and watched a short 
recreation of a film they made. She thought, 'How sad is it 
that this is what I'm doing on a Saturday night. My partner 
is rubbing off on me. I wish he'd rub off on me. Oops, 
where did that come from?' The Warrens were the infamous 
couple in the filed who had spent their life documenting 
paranormal activity. The site had a link to a chat room 
called "Paranormal Junkies". She'd chuckled at the name. 
She had decided to go in and see how sick these people 
really were. She had said hello  and then sat back while 
four others discussed some other film of ghostly activity 
recently circulated by a new group of on the scene who 
called themselves the "Hunters." Bored. She was so bored.


Her new handle on-line for personal stuff was RedBadger. 
She thought it fit her personality pretty well, since her 
partner thought she was a pest most of the time. Oh, sure, 
they were friends, but she'd had so many un-partnerly 
thoughts over the years. They seemed to crop up at the most 
inopportune times, when she needed to be paying attention 
and concentrating, like during an autopsy. Must be the 
stress. God he was so sexy though.  Why couldn't she have 
been paired with an ugly man who would have been no 
distraction. No, she had to be paired with the sexiest man 
she'd ever seen. Screwed up, but sexy.

As if her thoughts had conjured him up, another name 
suddenly appeared on the screen.

<FMLuder has entered the room.>  She thought, 'Oh, this 
should be good.' She had no idea that Mulder surfed the net 
on his off time other than to download nude pictures off 
porno sites. She was surprised when Mulder disputed the 
excitement surrounding the film, stating that the shadows 
were wrong, indicating some sort of hoaxy lighting trick. 
God, he sounded like a skeptic. He sounded like...well...her. 

Maybe there was hope for him yet. That thought gave her a 
laugh.

Suddenly, her musings were interrupted when he addressed 
her.

FM: So, RedB, you're quite. What do you think?
RB: I agree with you. Probably a hoax.
FM: Seems you're the only one who does tonight!
RB: Is that a bad thing?
FM: Not at all, it's rare anyone agrees with me.

'Especially me,' she thought.

FM: Want to have a private chat?
RB: Why?
FM: I'm bored and lonely here, just want to talk to someone 
intelligent, ... please.
RB: Sure.

'What the hell could it hurt,' she thought. He doesn't know 
it's me. Maybe I can find out something interesting.

FM:  Go to PrivateChat – title – FoxnBadger.
RB:  Cute.
FM:  :0)

She booted into the private chat window and typed the name.

FM: Hi.
RB: Hi.
FM: So, what do you do for a living?

This could be fun – well, better stick near the truth, she 
thought.

RB: Law enforcement.
FM: Really? Me too.
RB: Yeah, what kind?
FM: Umm, FBI, you?

Hmm, don't give too much information, Dana.

RB: I'm an investigator.
FM: Detective?
RB: Something like that.
FM: O.K., I get it, you're a female.
RB: What makes you say that?
FM: Because females don't like to give too much personal 
information on the net. Not a bad practice. Safer. Lots of 
nuts out there, although I assure you I'm harmless.
RB: Oh well, good deduction. Sure you're not surfin' for 
babes? Lol
FM:  No way. Not interested.
RB: A guy not interested in babes?
FM: I'm only interested in one babe.
RB: Married?

Would he lie?

FM: No.
RB: Who's the babe?

Who was he interested in?

FM: Rather not say.
RB:  Now who's being evasive. You don't have to mention her 
by name.
FM: Would be really bad if it got out.
RB: Who am I gonna tell?
FM: LOL, Yeah, but...
RB: Why are you so hesitant?
FM: I'm not supposed to be interested.
RB: Why not?
FM: Rules.
RB: Rules against being interested in a woman?

Maybe he was talking about Samantha.

FM: Job rules, -- sexual harassment – ever hear of it?
RB: Oh, I get it, someone you work with?
FM: Yes.
RB: Burning curiosity.  Who is she?

Who was he interested in at work? Maybe one of the 
secretaries.

FM: I'm so used to keeping my feelings for her hidden, it 
feels weird to even talk about it, even if it is with some 
anonymous cyber woman.
RB: Cyber woman?
FM: Sorry, is that insulting/
RB: No, you're dodging though.
FM: Yup, lol.
RB: Come on...let me guess...tall, with legs up to her neck, 
olive skin, dark hair, dark eyes, big boobs. Am I close?
FM: Nope, cold as ice.
RB: Hmm, blond? Skinny, young?
FM: Nope.
RB: O.K., describe her.
FM: Brilliant, funny.
RB: Can you be more specific? Give me anything? This 
conversation topic is going to crash soon if you don't.

Who could it be? Why do I feel this coil of jealousy in my 
gut? 

FM: I'm in love with her. Seems almost sacrilegious to talk 
about my feelings for her when I haven't even told her.
RB: Why haven't you told her?
FM; Sheer, stark terror of rejection.
RB: Why would she reject you.

'Christ, Mulder,' she thought, 'you're the one of the 
sexiest men alive, what woman would reject you? Half the 
bureau women would give their left fingers to get into your 
bed, strange man or not.

FM: No woman would want an intimate life with me.
RB: Why not/
FM: I'm nuts.
RB: You don't sound nuts.
FM: You don't' know me very well.

'Oh yes I do,' she thought without mirth.


RB: Well, let's see if I can help.
FM: How?
RB: Well, if you won't describe her physically, describe 
yourself.
FM: A little over 6', short brown hair, hazel eyes, big 
nose, no chin to speak of.
RB: Lips?
FM: I've got 'em.
RB: Very funny, describe them.
FM: Lower lip too big, upper lip too thin.

'God, does he really see himself this way?'

RB: Are you muscular?
FM: Not really.  I'm in shape, have to be for my job.  I 
run and swim, but I'm not steroid lad if that's what you 
mean.
RB: Ha-Ha, not what I meant.
FM: Where is this going/
RB: Are you good looking?
FM: No.
RB: You sound good looking.
FM: You think?
RB: Yeah, Is she good looking?
FM: Beautiful, stunning, sexy.
RB: What's sexy?  Her looks?
FM: Everything.  Her brain, her attitude, her dedication.
RB: You sound like a woman's dream, love her for her brain 
not her body.

This shouldn't hurt to hear this, she thought.  I want him 
to be happy and if some other woman can do that for him, I 
should help him find the confidence to get together with 
her.  What are friends for?  God, that would suck though.  
When did I start thinking of him as mine?

FM: Her body is exquisite too.
RB: Ah, now we're getting at it.
FM: no, not like that.  She's a package deal.  Bodies are 
nice but a dime a dozen, if there's nothing in the box, why 
bother?  Women who are all pretty packaging, no brain, 
don't interest me.

RB: No?  What about porn?
FM: What about it?
RB: Do you watch it?
FM: Yes.
RB: Ah, ha, shallow after all.  Women as objects
FM: Not at all.
RB: How do you see it?  I've always wondered why men watch 
it so much and then claim not be exploiting women or be 
shallow.  How do you see this ... past time.
FM: Means to an end.
RB: Just to get off?
FM: Relieve sexual frustration, tension.  Better than 
having casual sex these days.  That's too dangerous. I 
can't have the woman I want and I don't want to have sex 
with women I would only be wishing were her anyway, soooo... 
movies it is.  I just wind up fantasizing about her anyway.
RB: Have you tried dating others?
FM: Yes.
RB: What happened?
FM: They weren't as smart, as compassionate, as forgiving, 
as confident, as interesting, as intriguing as her.  And 
they certainly weren't as beautiful.  They weren't her, 
period.
RB: Sounds like you got it bad.

What would it be like to have that passion directed at me?  
Stop it, he's already in love with someone else.

FM: I do have it bad.  It kills me sometimes.  Sometimes I 
just sit here and cry out of sheer frustration.  Pathetic, 
huh?

RB: You should tell her you love her.
FM: I can't.
RB: Why not?  I doubt she would scream sexual harassment if 
you are sincere, and at least you would know one way or the 
other if she's interested, instead of pining away.
FM: I'd ruin what we have.  Can't risk it.  I'd shrivel up 
and die without the friendship, the contact, being at least 
able to see her and talk to her.
RB: She's your friend?
FM: My best friend.

I thought I was his best friend, at least that's what he 
said.

RB: Friends make the best lovers, they say.
FM: Too risky.
RB: What's the worst that could happen?
FM: I'd lose her, she wouldn't want anything to do with me.
RB: You don't have her to lose.
FM: I have her friendship.
RB: Is the friendship worth the torment?
FM: Yes.  There have been times when I resolved to tell her 
or at least ask her out on a real date, just to see what 
she would say, but I always chicken out.
RB: She's a lucky woman.
FM: If she knew she'd think she was cursed.
RB: Why?
FM: I'm a nightmare, lots of baggage, crazy job, obsessed.
RB: Well, how about this.  Maybe I can at least help you 
relieve some of your tension, get it off your chest.  If 
you could tell her what you really think and how you really 
feel with no negative consequences, what would you say?
FM: Umm, I'd tell her I love her, that I'm in love* with 
you.  I'd tell her how much I respect her and appreciate 
her friendship, and how devastatingly beautiful I think she 
is.
RB: Tell me more.

Who'd of thought Mulder could have these romantic thoughts.  
Mr. Porn King himself, talking about love and respect. 

FM: No consequences?
RB: None.
FM: I'd tell her how I've dreamed of making love to her, 
how I've fantasized about kissing her – feeling her lips on 
my body.  She has the most amazing mouth – full, pouty, red 
lips that just beg to be kissed and sucked on.
RB: Christ, did it just get warm in here?
FM: LOL – Too much information?
RB: No, tell me more.  Tell me your fantasies.
FM: This is crazy, but I have this one where I'm sleeping 
in my bed and dreaming about her and then I wake up and 
she's there, naked, laying on top of me, running her hands 
over my chest and body and kissing me neck.
RB: Whoa, your neck, huh?
FM: I have a very sensitive neck.
RB: Interesting, what else?
FM: She doesn't say a word, just kisses her way down my 
body and takes me into her mouth.
RB: Groaning here.

God, how arousing is it to here that he thinks these 
things.  A glimpse inside the sexual mind of Fox Mulder.  
This could be trouble.

FM: She licks and sucks me with that beautiful mouth till 
I'm right on the edge and then...
RB: And then?

I can't believe I'm encouraging this. Christ, I'm so wet, 
she thought.

FM: She pulls herself up and slides her tiny body onto me.  
The rest, you can guess...
RB: Are you hot right now? Turned on?
FM: Are you?
RB: Incredibly wet.
FM: I've been turned on since the video discussion.
RB: How turned on?
FM: Hard as a rock.  Are you touching yourself?

I am now.  She pinched her nipples through her tee shirt.  
She wasn't wearing a bra, and slid her jeans down to below 
her knees.

RB: Yes.

FM: Top or bottom?
RB: Both, back and forth.
FM: Holy shit, should we continue this?  Are you 
uncomfortable?

RB: Don't stop now.  Are  you touching yourself?

I can't believe I'm doing this.  Her fingers trailed into 
her wetness as she waited for her answer.

FM: Yes, shed my sweats a while ago.  Just thinking about 
her is all it takes.
RB; Pretend I'm her.  What do I need to do to make it feel 
like I'm her.
FM: Look like her.
RB: You wouldn't tell me what she looks like.
FM: Short, about 5' 2", creamy white skin.

I have white skin and am 5' 2".  No, it couldn't be, just 
keep him talking.

RB: Tell me more.
FM: O.K., here goes.  What the hell.  She's petite, but 
very strong, very well toned muscles, well-toned legs, 
great calf muscles.  Not large breasts, but really full for 
her tiny frame, heart shaped rear-end, small waist, square, 
strong straight shoulders, long beautiful neck I ache to 
lick.  High cheek bones.  The most beautiful blue eyes I've 
ever seen, long lashes.

'Holy shit, he could be describing me, except for the 
adjectives.'

RB: You've got me so hot.  I love the way to you lovingly 
describe her.
FM: Oh, and the best part, her hair.  So beautiful, soft 
and silky like corn silk, shoulder length.  And, god, the 
most gorgeous shade of auburn red you've ever seen.

'Holyshitohmygoditcan'tbe'  Her mind was spinning.  Who 
else had red hair at work. I should end this right here.

RB: Red?
FM: Yup, natural too.
RB: Who is she?  Please tell me.

That question was risky.  He'll wonder why I'm being so 
pushy.

FM: She's my partner.  I've been in love with her for 
years.  See how complicated it suddenly got? 


RB: HOLY SHIT!

FM: Yeah, holy shit, you said a mouthful.  God, describing 
her to you has made me so worked up.
RB: Worked up?  Tell me.
FM: I'm so hard I ache.  My balls feel heavy.  It's a good 
thing I'm typing cause if I touch myself right now, I'm 
going to come... really hard. I might not even have to touch 
myself if you tell me what you are doing.  Please tell me.  
Let me pretend you are her.
RB: Oh god. My nipples are so hard.  I took off my jeans 
and underwear and the wooden chair I'm sitting on is gettng 
slick.  I'm so wet I've been leaking all over it.  I was 
pinching my nipples to relieve the ache and...oh god.
FM: And...
RB: And finger fucking myself, rubbing my hand over my clit 
as I slid in and out.  I want to finish.

'I want to make him come too. I can't believe I'm having 
cyber sex with Fox Mulder.'

FM: Finish for me.  Make yourself come.
RB: Yes, Talk to me while I do it.
FM: O.K. Do it for me, roll your nipple with your fingers, 
as hard as you can stand it.  I can picture you sliding 
your fingers in and out of your red curls.  Use two, no 
three fingers, pretend it's my fingers, use the heel of 
your hand to push on your clit, -- that's it.  Keep going.  
My mouth is suckling your clit, just like I've always 
wanted to.  

Dana couldn't believe the words on the screen as she 
followed his instructions.  She slipped into the fantasy 
and felt waves of pleasure washing through her.  She 
strained not to throw her head back.  She forced her eyes 
open to look at the screen again. 

FM: I can picture you.  I'm oozing all over the place here.  
My cock is so hard and it's red it's so ready to burst.  
I'm sorry. I have to touch myself.  Keep going. Tell me 
when you come...

Dana read the screen and threw her head back over the 
backrest of the chair, her hips thrust forward furiously 
pushing her palm against her hard, throbbing bundle of 
nerves.  Her fingers were thrusting inside as deep as they 
would go as she plunged them in and out.  Her mind could 
chant only one thing. 'He loves me, I've made him hard, he 
loves me, I've made him hard'.  She looked up at the 
screen.

FM:  Yes, baby, come for me, Dana.  Come for me.

She squeezed her nipple hard and twisted.  All her muscles 
locked suddenly and then let loose in a series of violent 
shudders as they contracted and spasmed through her 
release.  His name tumbling from her lips, 'Mulder, oh god, 
Mulder, oh god.' She panted, trying to catch her breath.  
She hadn't come that hard in ages.  Had she ever come that 
hard?

She sat up and looked at the screen.  Could she end this 
charade?  She should just let him think she was a stranger 
and let it go.  But her conscious wouldn't let her.  She 
was in love with him and had known it for a long time even 
if she had never admitted it to him or even to herself.  No 
one else could have made her have cyber sex.  No one else 
could have created the arousing images in her head.  He was 
it for her and she knew no one would ever take his place in 
her fantasies or her life for that matter.

FM: Are you still there?
RB: Yes.
FM; Two strokes was all it took.  I just came all over 
myself.  Did you come?
RB: Yes, hard.  Why did you call me Dana?
FM: Sorry, that's her name.  I was pretending you were her.  
Hope that didn't offend you.
RB: No, I told you to.
FM: This sounds lame, but thank you.
RB: For what?
FM: For letting me get that off my chest.
RB: No problem.  You should tell her.
FM: I can't.
RB: Yes, you can, she might surprise you.
FM:  How do you figure?

Could she do this?

FM: How so?
RB: I love you, too.  Good night, Mulder.
RB: <has exited the room>.


THE END.


TITLE:	ON-LINE (2/2)
AUTHOR:  	DONNILEE@JUNO.COM
RATING:  	NC-17 
WARNING:    Descriptive sex. Smut.  Please, no one 
		under 17.
CATEGORY:	MSR /ANGST
POSTING:	ANYWHERE - But Please make sure my name and 
		e-mail address are on it and inform me by e-mail of the location. 
                                    Thank you.
SUMMARY:	After giving herself away after cyber sex, Scully decides to
                                   make a fantasy come true.  Fun ensues.
DISCLAIMER: Nope.  Not mine.  Used shamelessly and 
without remorse.  They belong to Chris Carter, 1013 and 
Fox, and god knows who else, but not me.

FOX MULDER'S APARTMENT
SATURDAY NIGHT

Fox Mulder sat staring incredulously at the last line on the screen.  It
couldn't have been her.  RedBadger?  I know all her handles, don't I? 
She called me Mulder.  His heart was hammering against ribs and he felt
dizzy.

'Christ, I'm hyperventilating' he thought.  He cupped his hands over his
nose and mouth and concentrated on breathing slow.  His dizziness
subsided.  He saved their chat for future reference. He logged off and
shut down his computer and headed for the shower.  He was a mess.

As the hot water sluiced over his body, he tried to figure out if what he
thought just happened, had really happened.  Had it been her?  Dana
Scully having cyber sex?  No way.  He could almost hear her voice in his
head, 'I love you too.  Good night, Mulder.'  She knew he used FMLuder as
a pen name.  If it was her then she knew all along and had coaxed him
into revealing who he was in love with.  Oh, god, this was embarrassing.

Or could it be someone else from work that knew his pen name.  Saying I
love you too, just to mess with his head.  That would be a disaster. 
He'd confessed his love and lust for Scully to a coworker.  She'd kill
him if she ever found out and they would be separated if not lose their
jobs if whoever it was talked.  THINK.  He had to think.  The only way to
find out would be to ask Scully.  Oh god, how much more humiliating could
this get, especially if it wasn't her.  He'd have to confess in order to
prepare her for the gossip or possible repercussions.  But he was just
speculating.  He had no real way of knowing.

NO. It had to have been her. 'Oh, god, I want it to have been her.' <I
love you too. Good night Mulder>  Wait.  If it was her, would she act
funny?  YES!  Unless she had cyber sex all the time which he doubted. 
Then again, he wouldn't have thought his partner would have done what she
did tonight, leading him on knowing it was him.  But she did, so how much
did he really know about her.  He'd look into her eyes and he would know,
wouldn't he?  This has got to be one of the stupidest things you've ever
done.

'Oh, God, Scully, please let it have been you.  Please.' 

It took hours to get to sleep but he finally drifted off into a fitful
sleep of dreams in which the bureau sanctioned and separated them. 
Scully left him after finding out from some vicious coworker that he had
jerked off having cyber sex with someone he was pretending was her.  He
woke up shouting, "Please don't go."

It was just a dream.  This was going to be a rough couple of days, he
could tell.  He had one more day before he had to face her at work. 
Maybe he should pick her up Monday morning.  This wasn't exactly a
discussion he wanted to have in the office.  He had to sleep.  He was way
too tired to think about this now.  Maybe he should go the couch.  This
bed was reminding him of his fantasy.  I'm too tired to move, he decided,
and closed his eyes again, falling into another fitful sleep.

FOX MULDER'S APARTMENT
SUNDAY MORNING
3:00 AM

He was dreaming again.  She was there.  Somewhere in his subconscious, he
knew that he was reliving his fantasy, the one that he had told his cyber
woman about.  Was it her?  She was there, she was naked.

He could feel her skin, her pebbled nipples teasing his chest hair, her
hips pressed into his bulging erection.  Her legs were hanging between
his, feet reaching only to his knees.  God, she was so tiny.  Her small
white hands were brushing down his arms, over his hips and the outside of
his thighs and back up over his ribs.  Her hands were in his hair now. 
That mouth, it was sucking on his pulse at the base of his neck where it
met the collarbone.  He groaned, low and loud as a dart of arousal shot
down his body and stiffened him almost to the point of pain.

Then he heard something through the haze of sleep.  Was that a moan? 
Wake up, wake up.  This is torture. Be awake, come on.  He was waking. 
He was in that trance state between waking and sleeping and he could hear
more, feel more, but still couldn't speak, or react in any coherent
manner to what was going on. Oh, lord, her lips were on his pecs, licking
around his nipple and now taking it in her mouth and laving with her
tongue.  He felt it pebble up in her mouth and again, the moan.  That was
a moan wasn't it, a female moan.  

The neck again, she was back at his neck, running her tongue down the
column of muscle along his throat.  Oh that felt sooo good.  His hips
bucked a little involuntarily seeking her heat he knew was close by.  A
startled gasp sounded in the quiet of the morning and he came awake.  He
kept his eyes tightly closed.  Someone was there.  There really was a
female body on top of his.  He felt the sweat break out on his brow and
his breathing accelerate to a dangerous level.  

You have to open your eyes, he thought to himself.  You have to see.  Am
I still dreaming?  He felt softness brush his lips, lightly, then a moist
tongue run along his bottom lip, wetting it with warmth of saliva.  He
groaned and opened his eyes.

And almost had a heart attack.  His whole body jerked and the woman
gripped his shoulders to stay atop him and not roll off.  His eyes were
wide as saucers.  Am I still dreaming?

"No," she responded.

Did he say that aloud?  Guess so.  Holymotherofgod – Dana Scully in all
her tiny, naked splendor was sprawled on top of him, full breasts
squished into his chest, cheeks red with excitement, lips swollen,
breaths shallow, halo of red hair framing her beautiful face.  And the
eyes, the windows to her soul, staring at him and she had gone stock
still.  She was waiting.  She was aroused.  And there was something else
in those eyes.  What was it?  Fear?  Yes, fear.  She was afraid of his
reaction.  

A slow, wobbly smile of awe crept across his face until he was grinning a
toothy grin, and running his tongue over the bottom of his top teeth in
anticipation.  This was no dream.  She was there.  It had been her on the
computer.  And she was here, stole in like an angel in the night, and she
was trying to make his fantasy come true.  His brain went on pause, until
he saw the fear in her eyes ratchet up a notch and wetness coat those
beautiful eyes.  

He reached up and smoothed the hair away from her cheek, running his
thumb over her bottom lip.  She sucked in her breath.  He whispered, "Are
you really here?"

"Yes.  Should I stay?"

"God, yes."

"No more words."

'No more words?  Oh yeah, his fantasy.  She hadn't said a word.  He
thought, 'I'm still not convinced I'm not dreaming.'

Then he was convinced as her lips slanted over his and her hot, wet
tongue invaded his mouth, raking over the roof of his mouth, licking his
teeth and pulling back to suck his bottom lip into her mouth and worry it
with her teeth.  He moaned again.  She proceeded to coat his neck in
wetness as she licked and sucked her way down to his collarbone giving
equal attention to both sides.  By now he was panting and moaning and
squirming underneath her.  

She didn't pause, but moved down to his chest and traveled sideways back
and forth, moving down as she went, nipping, licking, kissing.  This was
torture.  Sweet, divine torture.  She reached his hips and went around
his arousal, avoiding the place he wanted her most.  He whimpered in
frustration and heard her chuckle.

She pushed his legs up, bending them at the knees and placing his feet
flat on the bed.  'What the hell is she doing?'

He didn't have long to ponder as her head tilted sideways and her tongue
dove between his legs, laving the skin behind his balls roughly.  He
hollered an incoherent sound and bucked his hips as she gripped his
thighs to hold him in place.  He could almost come from that.  He curled
his toes and tightened his abdomen in anticipation, wondering what she
would do next.

She slowly licked forward, swirling her tongue over his sacs then opened
her mouth wide and gently sucked a huge chunk of his sacs into her mouth.
The sound that came out of his throat was primal, low and tortured.  He
was sure he'd never made that sound before.  It had come up from his
toes.  Waves of intense arousal were gripping his balls as her tongue
swirled, pushing his testes around in his tightening sac.

Thank god, she let him go.  He was about to come and end this way too
early.  But she seemed to be able to gauge his state and pull back in
time.  She moved up onto all fours and used one hand to wrap around the
base of his shaft.  He felt himself pulse and impossibly grow harder and
a little longer in her tiny hand.  Then an amazing thing.  He raised his
head to look at her.  She was not looking at his face.  She was staring
at his engorged cock, licking her lips and squeezing gently but firmly
and watching precum fluid ooze out of his hips.  The sight was
phenomenal.  She surprised him by dipping down and lapping at his wetness
with the tip of her tongue.

She paused like that.  Oh, god, her tongue was sticking out and his fluid
was hanging between her tongue and his dick.  Ohmygod.  His head fell
back and he let out another groan.  If he watched this it would be all
over.  Then he heard her hum as she licked him again and swallowed.  

Then it happened.  Her mouth descended on him, engulfing about three
quarters of his shaft, lips tightening and then retreating as her cheeks
hollowed with the effort of creating suction as she backed off to the
tip.  She was swirling her tongue over his sensitive, smooth head and
descending again, her little hand pumping gently below her lips.  The
sensations were overwhelming and he just degenerated into constant
moaning and gasping.  He had to touch her.

His hand reached out to touch the side of her head and he felt her
flinch.  He stilled not pushing or guiding, just touching her hair.  She
resumed her work and he ran his fingers through her hair, silently
encouraging her.  

Then she did what no one had ever done.  She slid back a bit, angled her
chin up for a better angle and slid down till he hit the back of her
throat.  He pulsed there, wondering at the pause, whimpering slightly. 
He heard the deep breath she took through her nose and then shouted as he
felt her throat open and he slid down to the hilt.  He let out a shout
and gripped the bedspread with both hands in an effort to stay still.

'Can you die from pleasure?' he thought.  Her pouty lips were buried in
his wiry hair.  She was breathing gently.  He held still, desperately
trying not to thrust.  Then she began backing up and sliding back down,
each time opening her throat and taking him all the way down.  He
whimpered, "Sweet Jesus, Dana, no one's ever..."

Then he couldn't talk because she was sliding up and down again.  Her
slow rhythm set up an aching throb in his shaft that he knew he had never
felt before.  He could feel her lips sliding over the veins, bulging and
throbbing with blood.  The whoosh of blood was pounding in his ears.  His
sacs were drawn up tight to his shaft.  She was calmly sliding up and
down, slow and tight, sucking hard.  

The ache was almost painful now and he let out an unintelligible sound.
"Arrgg, Ahhhh, shi..Dan..noI'm...awwwww gooood."

She lifted off suddenly and stopped.  She looked up to meet his gaze and
he lay there stunned, swallowing hard, dizzy from the pleasure, relieved
for the break and aching for loss of her lips.  Then an expression he
knew he'd never seen came over her face.

It was purely predatory, the look of a hungry tiger who knows she is
about to get exactly what she wants.  Her slid up his body, straddling
his hips, placing her hands on his shoulders and bent down to kiss him
until he couldn't breathe anymore.  Her hips rocked and her wetness
coated his shaft that was lodged between her legs.

Seemed coherent speech was out of the question tonight.  He was so
overwhelmed that this was Dana, his Scully, on top of him, driving him
out of his mind with her hands and her mouth.  He had to be inside her. 
He had to be.  But if he didn't take control, this wouldn't last, and he
wanted this to be good for her too.

As she raised up, he knew she was going impale herself on him.  He
grabbed her hips and used his weight to flip her over onto her back,
moving his hands to pin her wrists to either side of her head.  She
squealed in surprise, but put up no resistance.  He stared at her for a
moment, lifting up to feast his eyes on her creamy skin.

She whispered, "This isn't how your fantasy goes."

"Forget that.  I have another one."

"Tell me."

"In this one, I make you lose control, just like you just did to me."

She shivered and smiled.  He ran his hands over her taut nipples and
watched as she gasped and her pupils dilated.  Her lips sunk down as
though she had trouble keeping them open.  She was so fucking beautiful,
he couldn't believe it and he couldn't believe she was there, giving
herself to him.  "Do you trust me enough to lose control, Scully?"

She nodded.

He smiled and began his assault.  Her lips, her neck, each breast was
suckled and laved, pinched and squeezed.  Her flat abdomen was caressed
and kissed.  He settled between her legs and lifted her legs over his
shoulders.  He parted her folds with two fingers and slid inside. 

She moaned.  "Oh, god, Dana, you're so wet."  And she was, good god.  She
was swollen and slick, her juices leaking out and running down to coat
her skin between her ass cheeks.  He slowly moved his finger in and out
and watched, fascinated as her juices fizzled around his fingers and
leaked out around them.  He couldn't believe he could affect her like
this.  That pleasuring him had affected her like this.  It was a dream
come true.  At least it wasn't one-sided.  She wanted this as much as he
did.  

He whispered, "Unbelievable."  She clutched the pillow on either side of
her head and his mouth descending to lick around his finger and suck up
her wetness, making a small slurping sound.  His fingers kept up their
relentless slow rhythm, curling inside to stroke the front wall of her
tunnel.  He found THE SPOT, and he felt her walls expand and become
looser.  Her moan sent a shot of desire straight down his cock and he
began that aching throb again.

This was so good.  He was going to make this so good for her.  With that
thought, he concentrated on the spot that was causing tiny ripples in her
muscle wall.  He wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked it into his
mouth, swirling his tongue around it and sucking harder as her moans
increased.  His free hand held her hips down as she tried to buck against
his face.  Her legs tightened around his head.  He could barely breathe
and he didn't care.

He lifted off briefly and whispered, his voice low and husky, "Let go,
Dana, come for me.  Come for me."  And went back to sucking her and
stroking her.  A few more strokes was all it took and her body stiffened.
She shouted, almost a scream, and then his name was dragged out of her
throat as her spasms shook her body.  He held on, continuing to stroke
and suck, prolonging it as long as he could.  "Muuullldddeeerrr."

Hearing her cry out his name in that low, sultry voice was incredible. 
How many dreams had he had wishing to hear that very thing, knowing in
his heart that it would never be.  And now, the impossible, she'd made it
come true.  

He was shaking as he pulled himself up between her legs, settling his
hips on hers, supporting most of his weight on his elbow on either side
of her head.  She was murmuring, "So good, so good, so good."  He smiled
and waited patiently for her breathing to slow down.  He wanted her
paying attention when he slipped inside.  He wanted to watch her face and
know he was aware of what was happening.  If he was a real gentleman, he
would ask her now if she was sure.

But she wouldn't have come here if she wasn't.  Would she?  What would he
do if she backed out now?  But he couldn't make her do something she
would regret.  He had given her pleasure and that would have to be enough
to feed him and his fantasies if she didn't want to continue.  

She finally met his gaze and lazily raised her legs to wrap around his
hips.  "Scully, are you sure?"

She laughed, a full throated laugh and the sound made his heart sing. "Oh
Mulder, you're priceless.  This would be a really poor time for me to
back out, don't you think?

He smiled. "Yeah, it would, but I had to be sure."

"I wouldn't be here if I wasn't sure.  Now put this thing to use."  She
reached down to grasp him.  He groaned as she guided him to her entrance
and then put both hands on his shoulders and pulled him down to kiss her.
He pulled back to watch her face and slowly slid inside in one deep,
long stroke.  They both moaned.

"Jesus, Scully, your so small.  I feel huge inside you."

"You are huge, Mulder."

He held still trying to adjust to the sensation.  "I am not, you're just
so tiny."

"It has been a while."  She was panting short, small breaths, willing her
walls to relax as they throbbed around him.  "But trust me, I'm a doctor.
I've seen a lot of penises and you are definitely way, way above
average."  He smiled and ground his hips into her pubic bone, feeling her
cervix stretch up to accommodate him and squeeze the head of his shaft as
it contracted and then relaxed.  "Ah, shit, you're so big around.  I feel
so stretched.  So good, Mulder.  Move. Please move."

Not one to keep the lady waiting, he began to move, keeping his rhythm
slow trying to make this last as long as possible.  His head dropped to
his shoulder and he was whispering, "Oh god, this is Scully, Oh god, this
is Scully, Can't believe."

She smiled and plucked his head up with a hand on either side of his face
and engaged him in a crushing kiss.  She looked as amazed that she was
affecting him this way, as he was amazed that this was her, moaning
beneath him.  She broke the kiss and said, "Yes, it's me, Mulder, really
me.  God, you feel so good."  He locked his eyes with hers and began a
slow, steady retreat, followed by a fast, sharp, hard thrust back into
her to the hilt.  She began gasping.  He loved the sound and kept it up. 
Each gasp sending a wave of tenderness through him.  

He had to go faster.  He reached down with one hand and then the other,
grasping her behind the knee and pulling her leg up high and then pushing
it out to the side.  She grabbed her own legs behind the knee and pulled
herself up and spread herself as wide as she could.  She looked down and
moaned at the sight of him sliding, huge and swollen, veins bulging, in
and out of her wetness.  She felt the stretch, the pull on her clitoral
hood, every time he pulled out and the sharp stab of pleasure when he
shoved back in, slamming her nerve bundle against her pubic bone.  

Her legs in this position, he slid even deeper and he felt her whole body
react.  She tensed and then seemed to melt underneath him.  He was in
shock.  And he was losing control.  He lifted up on his hands and began
slamming into her as hard and fast as he could but kept his strokes long
and deep.  He had to make her come again.  He'd felt her melt and the
look in her eyes now was incredible.  She was whimpering her pleasure,
her eyes were rolling back in her head, her breasts bobbing with every
thrust, and her nipples were tight and standing at attention with goose
bumped areola.  She was exquisite.  

She felt so good.  He began babbling again, concentrating on hitting her
pubic bone with every thrust, forgetting he was talking out loud.  "Oh,
baby, so good, exquisite, your exquisite, gotta see you come, gotta make
you come.  Come for me, beautiful, oh yeah, come for me.  You're so
tight, so hot.  Jesus, my cock aches, it throbs, god, what you do to me,
I've never been this hard, not much longer.  Yeah, that's it, baby, come
for me, come for me."

His voice in that guttural, low, sexy tone drove her right over the edge
and she screamed as the orgasm ripped through her, slamming her pelvis
into his, arching her back, despite her position.  It felt like waves,
hot, hard, clenching waves that rolled over her from her toes to her
head.  He never slowed down as she continued to spasm.  She screamed
again, keening out her pleasure.

He watched entranced as she screamed and bucked beneath him.  Auto pilot
took over his body as he continued to slam into her with a force that
slammed her tiny body into the mattress over and over again.  Her walls
were clamping down on him trying to hold him inside and making his balls
grip and release with the sensation.  His eyes were wide as saucers.  He
thought, 'Oh lord, she's coming, yes, she coming hard, because of me,
because of me, yes, she's coming.'

And then the world went blinding white for a second and he began his own
release as her shudders died down.  Stream after stream of cum, he pored
into her with every spasm.  'Holy shit, it's not stopping, oh god, so
hard, I'm coming so hard, so fucking hard it hurts, so fucking hard.'  He
growled a guttural groan and he saw her wide eyed as he crashed into her
pelvis with every spasm burning his cock as his essence bolted out of him
with the speed of a freight train and the force of a hurricane.  He'd
never had an orgasm this intense or last this long.  He panted, "Love
you, Scully, so much, ahhhh, christ."

They both lay there panting in the aftermath, trying to catch their
breath.  He realized belatedly that his entire weight was crushing her
into the mattress.  Her legs had slipped off his sides and were trembling
against his hips.  Shakily, he pushed up and slowly retreated from her
warmth.  She mewled slightly at the sensation and he flopped over onto
his back, pulling her along to lay sprawled on his chest.

What was there to say.  He had to say something.  After a moment, he
said, "I didn't know it was you."

"I know."

"Even after your good night, I still wasn't sure it wasn't some coworker
messing with my head.  I was so afraid I'd done the stupidest thing of my
life."

"It was stupid, but I guess everything happens for a reason."

"I'm can't say I'm sorry if it brought you here."

"Me neither."

"I love you so much, Scully."

"I can't believe after all we've been through that you thought I would
reject you or walk away from you, even if I didn't feel the same way. 
I'm your friend.  I would never hurt you that way."

"I should have had more faith in you, but Scully, my track record isn't
so good.  Everyone I've loved, I've ended up hurting or they've ended up
hurting me."

"I won't."

"I know that now."

"I love you, Mulder."

"I love you too."

Her voice was bland.  "Can we nap and then do this again?  That was the
best sex I've ever had in my life."

He chuckled and pulled her chin up to look at her eyes.  They were
twinkling with mirth.

"Well, Agent Scully, I'm getting to be an old man, ya know, so I may need
extra enticement to put out this much energy again so soon."

"I think I can manage an offer you can't refuse."

"Really, now?"  Scully was teasing him.  Amazing.

"Yup.  Plus, maybe we can be slow and gentle next time.

"I didn't hurt you did I?"

"No, no.  I was just as frantic as you.  But now that the urgency is gone
and I know that I can have you again, I want to try different things."

"Have me again.  That sounds so good."

"Your mine, Mulder."

"Yes, I am, totally."

"Don't think I'll be easy."

"Nothing about you is easy, Scully."

She playfully punched him in the shoulder.

"I catch you flirting with other women now and your ass is grass."

"Possessive already, Agent Scully."

"Damn straight.  It drives me crazy when you flirt with other women."

He became serious again.  He couldn't believe Scully had been jealous. 
Couldn't believe she loved him.  This was too much to wrap his mind
around.  She was laying here in his bed, acting like a jealous
girlfriend.  It was a great feeling.  He smiled at her.

"I have you now, I don't need to flirt with anyone else."

"Good.  Do you need a nap?"  She squeezed her legs together, trapping his
mostly flaccid penis between her legs and rocking up and down his body. 
Unbelievably, he felt himself harden again. 

"I can't believe what you do to me."

"Ooo, well, I'll be testing the boundaries of what I can do to you for a
while to come."

"Don't ever top testing the boundaries."

"Are there extreme possibilities in my future, Agent Mulder."

"I think so, Agent Scully."

THE END.


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