Title: Profiling Scully 

Author: Andrea 

Rating: NC-17 

Category: MSR, S, Mulder POV 

Disclaimer: Definitely not mine! 

Spoilers: Nope. 

Notes: This story is a companion piece to "I Can't Tell Him", but 
you don't have read it to understand this story. 

Thanks: Big thanks to Mayle for suggesting this story. I'd also 
like Jemirah for the great beta and Char and Dan for their 
support. 

Archiving: I'd be honoured, but I'd like to know, too. 

Feedback: Yes, please :)  ardywyn@hotmail.com 

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I'm surprised that Scully thought that she could hide something 
from me. After all, I was the Bureau's 'Golden Boy' when it came 
to profiling. I never thought that I'd be using those skills on 
her, but when there's a pattern to be detected, my mind sees it 
whether I'm looking for it or not. 

Granted, it took me three months to figure it out, but that was 
only because the clues were so subtle and so few. The first time 
I didn't even notice it. The second time, I remembered the first 
and it made me think. By the third time, my sharp mind realized 
that something was going on. 

Scully rarely took the lead in our sex life. She preferred, it 
seemed, to let me decide what happened in the bedroom. Even when 
she was the instigator, she would still defer to me once things 
got rolling. I have to admit that I didn't notice that she 
gave way to me until the first time she *didn't* give way. All of 
a sudden she started suggesting positions, but only at a certain 
time in her cycle. That's why it took me so long to figure it 
out. 

I *had* figured out a lot of other little things that happened 
right before her period. My personal favorite was how her 
breasts changed--getting fuller and heavier. Yes, they got tender 
too, but I quickly discovered that her nipples became much more 
sensitive. Scully told me that when I played with her nipples, so 
many endorphins went flooding into her veins that it made 
her breasts feel better. I was more than happy to be of service. 

The other thing that I noticed was how hungry she got the week 
before her period started. She seemed to crave salty foods and 
chocolate; mostly at night. During the day her eating habits 
remained normal, but after supper she would pack it away like she 
hadn't eaten for a month. I was sure that she was going to start 
putting on weight, but she hadn't yet. The way she ate like a 
bird for the rest of the month must have compensated for her week 
of gorging. 

It wasn't until recently, however, that she started avoiding 
having sex doggie-style. When I suggested all-fours to her in the 
week before her period, she would suggest that she get on top-- 
another of my favorite positions. Or she would offer to give me 
a blow job, knowing that I would never say no to that. 

The third month that she avoided doggie-style, I had to find out 
why. It was very difficult. The most beautiful woman on the face 
of the earth had offered me a blow job, and I turned her down 
because I wanted to talk. 

She looked at me in surprise. "You want to talk?" she repeated. 

"Something's up, Scully and I want to know what it is," I 
informed her. 

"What do you mean?" she asked innocently. 

"I just noticed that you've been avoiding a certain position at 
a certain time of the month. I just want to know why," I 
clarified for her. 

"Wha...?" Her eyes grew wide. 

"Scully," I said softly, "if something is wrong you can tell me." 

"Nothing is wrong," she shook her head. 

"C'mon, Scully, this relationship won't work if we aren't honest 
with each other," I challenged her. 

Then I watched in horror as her face drained of color and 
crumpled. "I'm so sorry, Mulder. I didn't want to keep it from 
you," she began to sob. 

The confession spilled out of her so quickly that I could barely 
understand what she was saying. I gathered her into my arms as 
she continued to weep. All that I could do was stroke her hair 
and hold her. I was rapidly regretting my decision to confront 
her. 

Then I began to understand what she was telling me and I couldn't 
believe my ears--I was hurting her when we made love. That's why 
she had been avoiding that position. 

"How could you let me hurt you?" I asked in shock. 

My question elicited a new flood of tears as she tried to explain 
that she'd been afraid that if she told me, I would hold back-- 
not be as passionate. 

"But I don't want to hurt you, Scully, ever. The thought alone 
makes me sick." 

"See?" she sniffed. "That's why I was just trying to avoid being 
hurt. I thought that would be the best way." 

She was right. I wanted to cradle her--make love to her as gently 
and tenderly as I knew how. 

"It's only right before your period, though? Isn't it?" I asked. 

"Mmm hmm, and only doggie-style," she nodded, still snuggled 
against my chest. 

"Well, I think you were probably right," I admitted. "We should 
avoid that position, but you still could have told me. It's 
tearing me apart knowing that I hurt you." 

"That's why I didn't want you to know. I didn't want you to feel 
guilty," she explained quietly. 

Squeezing her tighter, I pressed my lips against the top of her 
head. It seemed that Scully and I hadn't been able to break the 
habit of trying to protect each other. I doubt that we ever 
would. 

"Would you mind trying something, Scully?" 

"What?" she asked, her voice slightly muffled by my chest. 

"I want to make love to you gently. I think that I can make it 
just as good as the other way. I know I'd like to try," I told 
her. 

"Oh, Mulder," she sighed as she lifted her head off of my chest. 
"Any way that you make love to me is fantastic, but I don't want 
you to be distracted by having to think about me." 

I had to chuckle. "What do you think is normally on my mind when 
we make love?" 

"I dunno," she shrugged. 

"Well," I lowered my voice, "I think about how beautiful you are 
and how lucky I am to have you. I think about how incredible it 
feels to be inside of you. I think about all of the sounds you 
make and that it's me doing that to you. I think about what I 
need to do to make you come and how exquisite you look when you 
*do* come. I am always totally distracted because I'm thinking 
about you." 

As I spoke, I saw Scully's eyes darken and a blush creep over 
her cheeks. When I finished she grabbed my head and kissed me. As 
our tongues met, my body reacted as quickly as it normally did to 
her, so I had to remember that I wanted to do things differently. 
Keeping my arms around her, I continued to kiss her softly. 
First tugging gently at her lips with mine, I then lightly raked 
them with my teeth. 

As I teased the roof of her mouth with my tongue, I noticed that 
her hands weren't quite as still as mine. They moved over my 
shoulders and my back, sometimes caressing softly and other 
times clutching at me feverishly. Moving my mouth to her neck, I 
began to suck and nip at her skin, making her squirm. She was 
dragging her fingernails over my back, sending even more blood to 
my already throbbing cock. 

I continued to nuzzle her neck until I could smell how aroused 
she was. It still astounded me that I could have this effect on 
her. When I moved my hand around to gently cup her breast, she 
moaned into my mouth. I tugged at her nipple, rolling it between 
my thumb and forefinger. She was whimpering now; wiggling on my 
lap. 

I couldn't wait any longer. If I did, this would be far more 
gentle than I'd intended--no penetration at all. 

"Can you get on your knees now, Scully?" I asked, my voice 
sounding rough to my ears. 

"Yes," she breathed as she scrambled off of my lap. 

When she was ready and looked back over her shoulder at me, I 
thought I might not be able to be as gentle as I wanted. But 
I took a deep breath and tried to concentrate. After getting to 
my knees between her legs, I watched as I slowly slid my cock 
into her. Her incredible heat made me groan. I wanted to sink 
myself into her completely; feel her surround me, but that is 
how I hurt her, so I held back. 

Taking very slow strokes, I stayed shallow, trying to maximize 
the pleasure she got from the sensitive area around her entrance. 
It seemed to work; she was moaning and rolling her hips. Her 
sounds alone were almost enough to send me over the edge. I'd 
thought that by taking things slowly it would take much longer 
to reach orgasm, but this was such a sensual experience that I 
was almost there already. 

Sliding my hand over Scully's belly, I reached between her thighs 
and found her clit. I started a rhythm that matched the strokes 
that I was taking. Her internal muscles tightened instantly and 
we both moaned. 

"Oh God, Mulder," she breathed. "This feels incredible." 

I tried to tell her that I thought so too, but to my ears the 
words were incoherent. She was so tight around the head of my 
cock that I couldn't think clearly enough to speak. The 
sensation was overwhelming. Fighting the urge to thrust wildly 
into her, I kept my pace slow and my strokes short. My fingers 
stayed in time and I felt Scully's clit grow bigger than I could 
ever remember. Just as I felt it begin to pulse, her muscles 
began to tug and pull at my cock. It was phenomenal. I had 
felt her reactions before, but they had never been so powerful. 

As her internal contractions continued, I knew that I was about 
to follow her. I tried to stay in control, determined not to hurt 
her, so I didn't change my pace. My fingers kept up their slow 
circles and her muscles continued their dance. The build up to 
my climax was almost as fantastic as the release itself. Wave 
upon wave of tingly pleasure washed over me before the 
orgasm finally ripped through me. 

When I began to surface again, Scully and I were lying on the 
bed still breathing heavily. 

"Scully?" I whispered. 

"Mmm?" she answered drowsily. 

"I can't remember what happened after I came. I didn't hurt you 
did I?" 

"God no," she sighed. "That was wonderful and your orgasm felt 
more powerful than it ever has before." 

"Felt?" I was confused. 

"I can feel you pulse and throb, and it's never felt so strong 
or lasted that long. It was amazing," she explained, snuggling 
back against me. 

"Yours seemed pretty good too," I said, somewhat smugly. 

"Oh, it *was*," she chuckled. 

"I love that we can find even better ways to make love." I said, 
burrowing my nose into her hair. "Even more so because we were 
trying to solve a problem." 

"If being honest with you leads to more sex like this, I promise 
I will never keep anything from you again." 

end 

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