TITLE:		SCENE OF THE CRIME
AUTHOR:  	DONNILEE
RATING:  	NC-17 
WARNING:    	Descriptive sex.  Graphic violence.  Smut biscuit.  Please,
		no one under 17.
CATEGORY:	MSR ROMANCE/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:	Mulder reacts to a Scully outfit and starts an emotional avalanche.
DISCLAIMER:  Ho Hum - Well, none of the characters mentioned here belong
to me.  If they did, M/S would have been doing the horizontal mambo a long time
ago, complete with all the angst and complications.  No, unfortunately, they
belong to surfer boy, Chris Carter and the folks at Ten Thirteen Productions.

MOTEL 6
PHILADELPHIA, PA
SUNDAY 4:00 AM

I almost lost him again today.  He acts like a child sometimes, but what
the hell would I do if I lost him?  I love him.  He doesn't know that.  I
mean, I suppress the love side that wants to go sexual.  He is my partner after
all.  I'm content with our partnership and our friendship.  Aren't I?

Anyway, here I sit on the edge of my bed, head in hands, reliving the
panic and fear.  We are in Philadelphia of all places.  The city of my rebel
indiscretion.  Tatooville.  Jerseville.  What an idiot I was.  We were supposed 
to
merely consult on a serial killer case for the local Bureau office.  There had
been 7 women found murdered, laid out on display like gruesome works of art. 
The local agents couldn't come up with a lead, so when the seventh woman was 
found,
we got a call.  An old friend of Mulder's from the Academy by the name of Paul
Morson was calling in a plea for help.  He knew Mulder's reputation in the
Bureau was not good.  He also knew he was brilliant profiler.  They didn't have 
a
local profiler and the Bureau had been reluctant to send one from the
Behavioral Science Department in D.C.  They were all tied up, according to 
Morson
anyway.  

We requested the trip to consult and surprisingly, Skinner approved it
without batting an eyelash.  We had been doing paperwork for two weeks in the
basement waiting for a case to come up and Mulder was getting cranky.  I think
Skinner was tired of being pestered for a case, and was relieved to give Mulder 
something to do.  He even said 'take your time'.  So here we were.

Mulder and I had been hours going over the police reports, witness
statements, crime scene photos and autopsy reports.  They were horrible.  The 
women
were splayed out on their stomachs, ritual knives protruding from between
their legs and M-I-N-E carved on their backs.  Ankles and hands were tied with
nylons, arms stretched above their heads.  They were all prostitutes.  And one 
little
detail no one had mentioned.  They were all red heads.  Mulder had gasped when
he saw the photos.  Agent Morson had suggested using me as an undercover decoy
and Mulder nearly pulled his weapon on him.

I'd never seen him lose it so quickly.  I tried to calm him down as Agent Morson 
had 
backed up against the wall with his hands raised in surrender.  I know Mulder 
cares for 
me but this was ridiculous.  I volunteered and Mulder went nuts again.  From his 
profile, 
Mulder knew that the guy was watching the cops, taunting them with his knowledge 
of 
their bungling attempts to track him. He was getting bold and Mulder predicted 
that he 
would escalate and be trolling for victims nightly in no time, whether he was 
being 
watched or not.  His success had made him cocky.  Notes left on the victims with 
crude 
poetry were evidence of that.  So after an hour of arguing, I put my foot down 
and
insisted on doing it.  Mulder made me agree to have himself, Paul and two other
plain clothes cops on stake out while I walked the streets.

8 HOURS EARLIER
PHILADELPHIA, PA
HOOKER ALLEY
SATURDAY NIGHT, 8:00 PM

Vice had pulled two other red head hookers off the street and paid them a
night's take, so I would be the only red head.  They had money for these
things. 

I vaguely wondered what that would be like instead of justifying every
cup of coffee on my expense report.

Two cops from the local precinct vice squad, Mulder and Morson hung
around at street lamps and doorways, dressed in casual clothes, I was beginning 
to
get tired.

It was now midnight.  My feet hurt from the 3" high heels I was wearing. 
I was chilled in a leather mini-skirt, tight tank top, no bra, and a small
bolero jacket that hid the downsized shoulder holster that hid my weapon.  I
stopped to lean on the wall of a local mini-mart and give my legs a break.  Then 
it 
happened.  A man in his early 30's pulled up in a black panel van.  He
rolled down the window and motioned to me to approach.  I pushed myself off the 
building and approached slowly, wagging my hips.  I was careful not to
glance at Mulder who I knew was at the other end of the block; hood of his sweat
jacket pulled up over his head.

I leaned into the open window on the passenger side and peered into the 
darkness, my arms resting on the window frame in front of me.  The guy
was relatively handsome, brown hair, brown eyes, full lips.  But the eyes,
also brown held the gleam of the demented.  A shiver ran down my spine.

"You lookin' for a date, honey?" I asked in my best trailer trash accent,
snapping my gum.  He peered at me through the gloom.  

"You a natural red head?"

"Sure."

"Tell the truth."

"Yeah, curse of the Irish."

"Get in."

"How 'bout we go to my place?"

"You have a place."

"Yeah, my old man has a room we can use down the way."

"The Striker Lodge?"

"That's the one."

"What room?"

"126."

"Meet you there in 10 gorgeous."

I snapped my gum, smiled and nodded and then started walking towards the
flea bag motel called the Striker Lodge which was two blocks away.  I was
surprised he hadn't insisted I get in for the ride, but perhaps there were 
things
in there that he didn't want me to see.  I glanced at the corner and Mulder was
gone.  I knew where he was.

I entered the dingy room and sat on the bed.  I didn't have to wait long.
A sturdy knock came before I even had time to think of something to occupy
myself. I stood and opened the door.  The pictures of these other girls flashed
through my mind and I had to suppress the bile that rose in my throat.  I'll
spare you the details, let's just say he didn't waste any time.  He reached into
his boot, extracted a knife, grabbed me and sliced my top completely up the 
center
in one stroke and sent me flying backwards onto the bed flat on my ass.  He
leaped for me.

Then I did what no self-respecting FBI agent does.  I screamed.  I
screamed a really girly scream too.  I cringe just thinking about it.  But I was
terrified, despite knowing that the other agents and cops were in the next room. 
The connecting door to the room thundered open and slammed against the wall. 
This distracted him enough for me to kick the knife out of his hand.  He spun
from me to Mulder who was now aiming his Sig directly at this guy's head.  

"FBI, freeze."  Mulder's voice was a deadly growl.  The guy looked up at
Mulder and I pulled my weapon, rolled off the bed and pulled the little bolero
jacket closed, buttoning the one button in the front.  It didn't hide much, but
I felt better.  I was behind his back now.

Mulder ordered, "Hands on your head, asshole."  He complied.  "Scully,
you O.K.?"

"I'm fine Mulder."

I saw him wince.  He hated it when I said that.  I hastened to reassure
him.

"I swear.  He cut my shirt, but not me.  I'm O.K., just a little shook."

He nodded, leaning to the side to see my face.  Morson and Mulder were
watching him carefully.  Morson said, "I'll do a search."  As he advanced to do 
a
pat down, the guy surprised us all.  In all the confusion, I didn't realize
that the door was still open.  Stupid.   The perp lunged through the door and 
took
off at a dead run, with all of us behind him.  I abandoned my shoes and took off
barefoot with nothing but my stockings covering my legs and feet.  My
adrenaline was pumping and I didn't even feel the cool pavement beneath my feet 
or
the little stones that bruised me.  

Did I mention that Mulder is a runner?  He outdistanced the rest of us in
two seconds flat.  He darted into the small patch of woods by the road after
the guy.  We followed, emerging about a block's distance later to another
horrible sight.  Mulder being yanked into the side of warehouse with a gun to 
his
head.

I leaped after him but was restrained by Morson, breathing hard next to
me. "Dana!  It won't do any good to rush in after him."

"That's Scully to you."

"Sorry, Agent Scully."  No one at work could call me Dana, too personal. 
My family did and now I let Mulder do it if he wanted.  He used my given
name when he really wanted my attention.  It was a privilege I extended to him
only.  He was the only co-worker allowed to call me Dana.  He never did it in 
front
of other people.

I looked at the young vice-cop, "Michael, right?"

"Yeah."

"I need another weapon."

He crunched his brow, looking at Morson.  Morson shrugged.  Michael
pulled a Barretta 9 MM from a holster on his waist, loaded the cartridge, 
checked
the safety and handed it to me butt first.

I nodded, sticking the gun in the waistband of my leather miniskirt
against my abdomen.  "Thanks."

Morson looked at her.  "What do you have in mind?"

"I don't know, but if I can get a weapon to him, I will.  I don't have
that many rounds in mine either.  He nodded.

"Wait for us Dana, we all go in together.  I'll send one the vice guys in
to do some recon and scope out the situation.  She nodded and he turned to walk
away, looking for the other cop.  

Michael peered at her.  "Nice outfit."

"Bite me."

He chuckled.  "Do you want a wind breaker?"

"No, thanks anyway."

They fanned out and surrounded the building.  Michael's walkie-talkie
bleeped into the silence.  He grabbed it, annoyed.  "Not now," he grunted into
the mouthpiece in a ragged whisper.  

The voice on the other end said simply, "Your perp is Broman Jakes."

As soon as Morson was looking the other way, I slinked away.  I looked
back once at Michael and he saluted me, a quirky grin on his face.  He knew I
wasn't waiting.  I entered the building through the same door Mulder and Jakes
had gone.  I crept along the wall, letting my eyes adjust to the light.  The
space was filled with racks, holding cardboard boxes marked as stationary
supplies.  I caught a glimpse of him through a rack and ducked, carefully making 
my
way to the end of the aisle towards the clearing beyond this row of racks.  My
stocking feet were silent on the tile floor.  I was almost glad I didn't have
shoes, but stockings were slippery.  I'd have to be careful.  

I heard scuffling and a crash and stopped sneaking. I bolted into the
clearing beyond the rack to find Mulder flat on his back with Jakes straddling
him, Mulder's own gun pointed at his head.  His hands were tied behind his
back and he was sprawled on top of his arms gracelessly.  A broken wooden chair
was splintered over the floor next to the pair.  Looked like Mulder's work. 
Broman hadn't seen me yet, as I slid to a stop on my stocking feet about 20 feet
away.  Mulder did.  His eyes locked with mine, wide as saucers.  I knew if I
didn't misdirect him, he was about to pull the trigger.  A girl lay on a massage 
table 
across the clearing.  I could tell she was dead and she had red hair.

I schooled my voice to a dead calm.  "Broman, I wouldn't do that if I
were you."

His head whipped around to find himself staring into the business end of
my Sig.  A Sig identical to the one he was holding.  He smiled.  The bastard
actually smiled.  I planted my feet shoulder width, knees loose and aimed 
directly
for his head.  I felt a stab of panic as Jakes rested the barrel of the gun
against Mulder's temple.  Mulder's eyes were wide and his mouth was hanging 
open,
staring at me.  I had a brief flash of what I must look like, bolero
jacket hooked in front of my breasts by one lousy, flimsy button, black leather 
miniskirt, shredded tank top hanging at my sides, Barretta in my waist
band and Sig in my hands.  I would have laughed if the bastard didn't have a gun
to my partner's head.  I took a calming breath.  This was no time to panic.

"I'm FBI, slime ball, drop that weapon right now.  You have 5 seconds." 
He chuckled again and I began counting.

"One."  I looked down to see Mulder's eyes flicking back and forth from
me to the gun.  Anyone else would have mistaken the look for panic.  But I knew
better.  The flicking was rhythmic.  His tongue peeked out between his
lips and he simulated biting his tongue.  He wasn't supposed to talk.  My brows
furrowed, dividing my attention between Jakes and him now.

"Two." 

Mulder croaked out.  "Nice and safe here."

Jakes pistol-whipped him with the butt of gun and Mulder moaned, blood
starting to trickle down his face.  "Shut up!  I told you to shut up!"

"Three.  Jakes!"  I shouted his name to bring his attention back to me.

Safe?  What was safe?  Jakes?  'Nice and safe here.'  What the hell? 
Then I zeroed in on the gun in his hand.  Oh my god, I couldn't see from here
but I bet the safety was on.  Jakes was a knife man, not a gun man.  I hoped to
hell my guess was right.

"Two seconds Broman, Four!"

He aimed at Mulder's head again.  "I'll kill him, I will.  And you're
going to help me out of here."

"Five."  I fired at his right shoulder, just as he pulled the trigger and
stopped short when nothing happened.  He didn't even have time to ponder
it as my bullet ripped through his rotator cuff and he dropped the gun.  The
warehouse was suddenly swarming with cops and I ran to Mulder and skidded to a 
stop
on my knees, rolling him onto his side.

"Mulder, are you O.K."

"I'm fine, Scully."

"You're not fine, Mulder," I exclaimed, seeing the purple bruises on his
wrists and blood on his temple.  I untied his hands.

"Payback's a bitch, ain't it, Scully."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

He looked at me pointedly, "I'm F-I-N-E, Fine, Scully."  He got up
rubbing his wrists and staggered.  I lunged to him and wrapped my arms around 
his
waist.  Without shoes on he is over a head taller than me, but I braced him so 
he
wouldn't fall.  His arms went around my shoulders.

"Sit down Mulder so I can look at your head."

He sat gingerly in a chair someone had pulled over.  I glanced around to
see the forensics team swarming over the girl on the table.  Morson was leading
Jakes out in hand cuffs, despite the EMT's persistence in bandaging the
shoulder. 

Michael walked up.  "How is he?"

"Not sure. Bump on the head.  Oh, thanks," I said, handing him the
Barretta.

"No problem."  He smiled a mega-watt smile at me.  "Nice working with you
Agent Scully.  You looked like Xena: Princess Warrior there for a minute."  I
glanced at my attire and we laughed together.  

"Thanks again Michael, for the gun, and for not giving me away to
Morson."

"Anytime, Agent, anytime."  He winked at me.  Mulder looked at the guy
and gave him a dirty look.

I turned back to him and stepped between his legs, placing my hands on
his head as I began and careful, but slow and thorough check of his scalp for 
any
lumps, abrasions or tears.  "Being dizzy isn't good Mulder, are you nauseous?" 
He shook his head 'No.' The nick on his temple was coloring but was not
deep.  The blood made it look worse than it was.  I leaned in to check behind 
his
ear and that's when things went a little blurry.

I could feel his hot, moist breath tickling the sensitive skin of my
chest and I realized I had leaned into him, placing his nose almost directly 
between
my breasts.  Before I could react, his hands slid up the back of my thighs
and gripped me firmly at the same time his tongue darted out and gave me an
open mouthed lick between my breasts with the flat of his tongue.  I let out a
sound somewhere between a gasp and bark and surged backwards.  I would have
fallen if Mulder hadn't leaned forward, keeping his hands on my thighs and
steadying me. 

Then he let go.

"Sorry Scully, but you have to be a little more aware of what you're
doing when you are dressed like that.  Sticking your chest in my face was not up
there on your list of most brilliant things to do."  His voice was maddeningly
calm and smooth.  He had a quirky smile on his face.  "I'm fine."  He stood up 
and
started walking away but then turned and faced her again.  "Oh, thanks
for saving my ass, Scully, ... again."  With that he turned and made his way 
outside.

I stood there, unable to move just yet.  I was panting and suddenly 
feeling light headed.  My nipples were so hard they were almost painful 
pressing against the back of the lining in the skimpy bolero jacket.  My
face was crimson and my body's reaction to Mulder's tongue and hands on my
thighs had been instantaneous.  I didn't have to check to know that my underwear
were soaked.  Christ, what the hell was that?  How dare he?  My other voice
said, 'He's right, you stuck your boobs in his face, what did you expect?' 'But
I didn't do it on purpose!'  'Are you sure?'  Oh, shut up, both of you!' 
She took a calming breath and trudged back outside.

Mulder was shaking hands with Morson.  "Take care of that noggin',
buddy."

Mulder smiled.  "I will, I happen to have a doctor for a partner."

"Oh, yeah, well, then, we'll get together tomorrow to finish the
paperwork.  Go back to the hotel and get some rest.  It's 3:30 AM, for Christ's 
sake."

"Will do."  He turned to her.  "We have to catch a ride with someone." 
She swiveled her head, spotted Michael and hollered to him.

"Hey Mike, can we hitch a ride back to our hotel?"

He beamed a smile at her again.  "Of course.  Sure.  Hop in."  He made
for the driver's door of his cruiser.

Mulder stared daggers at his back.  'So it's Mike, now, is it?  Not even 
Michael.'  He slid into the back seat.  He couldn't make a scene.  Scully
was pissed off at him already.  What the hell had he been thinking?  He'd
just grabbed his partner like a drunken teenager.  She'd been trying to
examine him in that detached clinical doctor way she had, and he'd lost it.  
That
outfit!  He hadn't been thinking at all, that was the trouble.  He stopped
thinking as soon as her tiny fingers started messaging his scalp looking for 
damage. 

He stopped breathing when her cleavage had loomed into his face, blocking
out his field of vision to anything but that sight.  Her breasts were full
and large for her frame.  The jacket covered the front of her breasts, but the
inside curves were completely exposed to him, one little button stretched to the
limit, holding the jacket across them.  The jacket hung just an inch or so below
her breasts, exposing her mid-drift.  Their milky whiteness was so beautiful.
Then he could smell her, cinnamon and baby powder, mixed with sweat and
something else.  That scent that was just her, 'Ode de Scully.'  He inhaled and
felt his groin tighten.  When she leaned forward he was lost.  

Yeah, he'd lost it but for god sakes, his nose was nearly touching that
wicked little button.  Without the permission of his brain, his hands had
grabbed her thighs and he licked her skin, tasting her saltiness and feeling her
exquisitely soft skin.  Despite her negative reaction, he was hard as a rock in 
an
instant.

Now he was in a cruiser with Mike the Charmer heading back to the hotel
while he watched Michael hitting on Scully.  His blood was boiling, but he
couldn't say a word after that little adolescent display in the warehouse.  At 
least no
one had seen it.  He hadn't humiliated her in front of anyone.  All thoughts of
the trauma he'd just been through were wiped completely from his mind.  He
stared at her without remorse and she kept glancing back at him, but he said
nothing.  He wasn't going to stop staring either.

MOTEL 6
PHILADELPHIA, PA
SUNDAY 4:00 AM

I almost lost him again today. Here I sit on the edge of my bed, head in
hands, reliving the panic and fear.   I can't decide whether to weep with relief
that he's alive or put a bullet in him for that little stunt in the warehouse.
No man has ever been able to infuriate me faster or with more finesse than
my brilliant, pig-headed, but oh so handsome partner.  The man could make a
nun blush the way he looks at me sometimes.  He's never inappropriate though.

Until today that is.  Then again, he's never had my boobs up his nose
before either!  What the hell was I thinking?  I totally forgot about my attire.
All I was afraid of was that he was dizzy and that he might have a concussion. 
I went into doctor mode, forgetting that I wasn't wearing clogs and sexless
autopsy bay scrubs.  No, no, I had been dressed like a two-dollar French whore!  
And
to top it all off, my tank top had been slit from stem to stern by our little
madman and was hanging ragged down my sides.  My little bolero jacket didn't
leave a lot to the imagination, so the insides of my breasts and my entire
abdomen were hanging out for the world to see.  Normally, this would have 
mortified
me, however, my concern and near panic for Mulder's safety had overridden all
of the normal feelings of disgust and hormonal glitches that accompany being
seen in that state of undress.  What a sight I must have been!

No, admit it, Dana Katherine, you cannot blame this one on Mulder.  He's
your partner and your friend, but you tend to forget that he is a normal
heterosexual male.  Not normal, no, actually quite hot blooded.  Male, yes he 
was, in
every way imaginable.  He's not only male and hot-blooded, he's passionate and
... SHUT UP.  Great, now I'm mentally scolding myself.  What next, Dana,
schizos r us?  Ah, Christ, this is embarrassing.  And he is so fucking sexy!  
Did I
just admit that?  I'm in trouble.  I should really be pissed about this.  But
I can't be.  He was calm, as though he'd just had a normal every day reaction to 
something obvious.  I on the other hand, turned into a bubbling, hot,
panting mess.  What the hell?  Get a grip, girl.

I can't get that tongue out of my mind.  It was so hot and scrubbed my
skin.  The man's got one hell of an oral fixation.  I wonder what else he could
do with that tongue?  STOP THIS RIGHT NOW, DANA KATHERINE!

And so her thoughts went until she heard a sharp knock on her door.  She
sighed and got up to let him in.

MOTEL 6
PHILADELPHIA, PA
SUNDAY 4:30 AM

"Hey, Scully, all showered?"

"Yeah."

He approached hesitantly and instead of taking up his usual place sitting
beside her on the bed, he carefully lowered himself into the chair she was using
with the little table to set up her laptop.  They were silent for a couple of 
minutes, just looking at each other.  He was wearing sweats and snug tank
top.

"Look, Scully, I'm so sorry about earlier."

She opened her mouth to protest, but he held his hand up.  "No, let me
finish."  She nodded.

"I don't know what the hell I was doing.  I would like to blame it on the
knock on the head, but I can't.  I was just overwhelmed and being an asshole. 
I'm sorry.  I never mean to disrespect you like that.  That was
unprofessional.  But more than that, with our friendship, that was unforgivable.  
I'm so
sorry.  It was unforgivable but I'm gonna ask you to forgive me, one more time,
Scully.  I shouldn't have to keep asking, I know.  I should just practice not 
being
such a bonehead, but ..."

"But?"  She was enjoying his groveling immensely.  This didn't happen
very often and she wanted to milk it for all it was worth.  She couldn't stay 
mad at
this man, but he didn't have to know that.  

He sighed and looked directly at her.  She could see a hint of fear there
and something else she couldn't quite put her finger on.  "Scully, do you
have any idea how you looked?"

"Xena: Warrior Princess?"  She repeated Michael's appraisal.

"Only an asshole would say something like that."  She gave him the raised
eyebrow.  "Oops.  Sorry.  There I go again."

"S'okay.  I know I looked like a whore Mulder, I was supposed to look
like a whore."

He was silent again and then he whispered so low she could barely make it
out.  "But you're so beautiful it hurts to look at you when you're fully
clothed, let alone when half your body is on display.  I'm sorry Scully, I just 
lost
it."

Did he just say what I think he just said?  He thinks I'm beautiful? 
Well, what do you know?  "You think I'm beautiful?"

He laughed outright at that, raising his head to look her in the face. 
"Oh God, Scully, you amaze me."

"Why?"

"You must be the only stunningly beautiful woman on the planet who has 
absolutely no clue what they look like.  You are a brilliant doctor, a
great FBI agent and a compassionate person."  She was stunned by the things he 
was
saying.  "But you are incredibly dense when it comes to your sex appeal and your
beauty."

Silence.

Then, "sex appeal?" she squeaked out.

He looked at her again, locking his gaze with hers.  He had an amused
tilt to his head.  "My god, you really don't have any idea, do you?"

"Any idea about what?"

"How incredibly beautiful and sexy you are."

"I am not!  That's ridiculous."  She was blushing like a school gir. 
That was also ridiculous, just because it was Mulder who had said it.

"Scully, I didn't say these things to make you uncomfortable."

"Then why did you say them?"

"Because I'm trying to explain to you...what happened in that warehouse."

"What happened?  Tell me the whole story."  Her voice was low, but she
silently congratulated herself on how steady it was.  Mulder thinks I'm 
beautiful!
 No, he's just saying that to excuse his behavior.  Isn't he?  O.K., Dana, let
him explain.  "Well?"

He took a deep breath.  "I was stupid.  I took off after him afraid of
losing him in those woods. "  She nodded.  "It never occurred to me that he
would stop or double back.  I figured he was on a panic run.  When I burst out 
of
the trees onto the street I didn't see him.  So I snapped the safety on my gun 
and
looked around.  I saw the warehouse and was about to take off again when he
jumped me from behind, knocking my gun away from me and lunging for it.  He was
fast and beat me to it and the rest is history.  He tied me to a chair and 
started
telling me all the things he was going to do with you.  He still thought
you were a hooker, and we had set you up to take him down.  I thought I was
going to be sick."

"What did he say?"

"You don't want to know.  Anyway, he left for a potty break I guess and I
started ramming the chair into the floor trying to break out.  I
succeeded just as he returned.  Then you came sliding into the room silent as a 
cat, but
I knew you were there instantly.  I knew the safety was still on.  He was a
moron, knew nothing about guns but he could knock me out with it and he hit me 
every
time I talked."

"God, Mulder, I was so afraid I had read you wrong.  He pulled the
trigger, you know?  If I'd been wrong..."  She cholked up and tears shimmered in 
her
eyes.  He was off the cahir in an instant, sitting down on the bed and pulling
her into his lap.  He cradled her head against his chest.

"Shh, you weren't wrong.  I'm here.  I'm O.K., and you did great.  You
were spectacular.  God Scully, the way you looked."

She shifted.  "How did I look?"  It felt so good to be in his lap and his
heat all around her.  She snuggled closer wrapping an arm around his waist.  
Suddenly, she really wanted to know how she looked to him.

He chuckled, "You looked like an avenging angel, all fire and fury, your
hair flying out all over your head."  He paused.  He dropped a peck on top of
her head then lowered his lips to whisper in her ear.  "And so fucking hot I
almost forgot where I was."  She shivered uncontrollably and felt her nipples
harden. His breath was moist and hot in her ear.  He had gone still, afraid he
had offended her.  He rarely used the F word.

The silence became a little awkward as her heart hammered against her rib
cage. No one had ever called her hot.  She realized he was waiting for her to
say something.

"Yeah?"  She sounded breathy.

"Yeah."  His voice was low and husky sending shock waves down her spine. 
"And that's why I lost it when you leaned into me.  Your beautiful skin was so
close I couldn't breath.  I couldn't help it.  I had to know if you were as
soft as I had always imagined you'd be."

She swallowed a moan but was sure he heard it anyway.  "Imagined?"  She
squeaked out.

"Mmm.  You didn't know that I think about you all the time?"

"No."  Her voice sounded small.  This whole situation was crazy but she
couldn't bring herself to pull away from this sudden arousal.  And she suddenly
had a burning need to know what he saw when he looked at her.

"You didn't know that I wonder if you're as soft all over as your face
is?"

"No."

"You didn't know that I lay awake at night wondering what it would feel
like to touch you, to have your scent all around me?"

Warmth gushed from between her legs and she wasn't able to swallow the
moan this time.  "Mul...der..."

"What?"

"Scent?"

He chuckled again, amazed that he was making this confession and that she
seemed turned on by it.  "Didn't know I love the way you smell?"

"No."

"Why I invade your space all time and stand so close?"

"No."

"So I can smell you and remember your scent when I'm alone at night and
missing you.  It comforts me."

"Does it?"  She knew her inability to speak more than one or two word
sentences must be giving her away but suddenly it didn't seem important.

"Mmm, Hmm."

Silence again.  She wasn't resisting or pulling away so he found the
courage to continue.  "You don't have to be dressed trashy to turn me on."

"I don't?"

"No, just seeing you move is sometimes enough to do it, or chewing your
lip.  It doesn't matter whether you're in a suit, jeans or...flannel jammies."  
He
plucked at the arm of her flannel top.

She giggled.  The sound delighted him.  He ran his fingers along the
neckline of her top.  She gasped out loud at the sensation.  She didn't mean to 
say
the words out loud, but they slipped out.  "And now?"

She felt him take a deep breath.  "And now..."  He swallowed hard.  His
lips brushed her ear gain.  "I think I'll go up in flames if I can't kiss
you."

"Oh God..."  He head lifted and turned to him.  Their eyes locked.  Just
one kiss, she thought.  She saw his breath quicken, his pupils dilate and his
eyelids become heavy.  Good lord he was sexy.  And he wanted her!  Not
some porn flick bimbo with silicone breasts and legs up to her neck.  Her!

"Scully, if you don't...want me to touch you...touch you the way I want
to, you better tell me now."

She should stop this.  She should tell him thank you and go to sleep. 
She should tell him to go.  In the same instant she knew she couldn't do it. 
She had to know.

"Scully?"

"Touch me, Mulder."  Her voice was a whisper.

His eyes went wide for a second and then he was sliding his mouth over
hers.

His lips were so soft, pressing firmly but gently, asking permission. 
His tongue shot out and wet her lower lip.  A bolt of desire so keen it make
her jerk ripped through her body.  He felt it and stopped, looking into her
eyes. He thought the jerk was her pulling away.

"Second thoughts?"

She shook her head and found her voice.  "No, that good."  His eyes
widened again and he smiled.  "Again."  She grabbed his head and pulled him to
her capturing his bottom lip and worrying it with her teeth and then sucking
on it with seven years of pent up frustration.  His moan was animalistic.  She 
shuddered hearing it.   She could hear his desire and his need for her.

She broke the kiss and calmly started to undress him.  His tee-shirt and
sweats were gone in a flurry of flying arms.  He returned the favor and they
stared at each other.  Each sat, drinking in the image of what they'd both been
waiting for over the last seven years.  He broke out of his temporary stun 
first,
laying her back on the bed.  He lowered his mouth to her breasts and sucked each
of them in turn.  Her writhing, moaning and clutching at his shoulders did
him in.
 
He'd wanted this to last, but this was too much.  Naked Scully, moaning
because he'd aroused her.  The feelings were overwhelming and humbling.  He
played with her folds between her legs, eliciting more sounds and hip movement.

His voice was ragged.  "Scully, I want to do so many thing...but God help
me, I can't wait anymore.  I need you so much."

"Same...here."  She was gulping air.  "We'll do other...things...later."

He nodded and sank between her welcoming thighs, propping on his elbows
and kissing her, regaining some of his control.

"So there will be a later?"

She nodded.  "It could never be just once with you."  Joy washed through
him at her words and he found himself nudging her entrance.

"Do it now, Mulder."

That's all he needed.  He sunk into her in one long, slow, deep thrust
and felt his control slip away again.  His head dropped to her neck.  "Jesus,
Dana, you're so hot and tight.

She wiggled her hips experimentally and was rewarded with another groan. 
He started to move slowly, staring into her eyes, speaking softly.  "I bet
there's something else you don't know."

"Oh yea, what?"  They were both breathing rapidly.

"Bet you didn't know that I'm completely, hopelessly, head over heels in
love with you."  She gasped and saw the sincerity in his eyes and was humbled.
 He loves me!  This brilliant, gently, sexy, kooky man loves me!  But what
about work?  They'd been working together loving each other for years now, so
what was the difference?  I almost lost him today.  Would the pain be any less 
if
I hadn't expressed my love for him.  No, it would probably be worse because
he would have died never knowing how much he means to me.

A sharp thrust of his hips brought her back to the present.  She
whispered, "I love you too.  I wouldn't do this if I didn't."  She saw his eyes 
get
teary and then his pace increased until they were both grunting with the every
impact of their hips.

The peak hit her sharply and unexpectedly.  All she had time to do was
grab his shoulders as an anchor before her body went taut and the waves spread
through her body.  She shouted his name over and over.  It went on longer than
any orgasm she'd ever had.  As her tremors died down, she felt him stiffen,
and then empty himself into her ina  series of spasms while he chanted, 
"OhGodScullyLoveYouOhGodScullyLove YouOhGodScullyLoveYou." 

They held each other for a minute, still joined enjoying the post coital 
lassitude.  Finally he lifted his head and beamed her a smile.  She
smiled back.

"Now what?" he asked.

"Sleep." She muttered.

"Do we need to talk?"

"Not tonight.  Tomorrow's soon enough.  Let's just enjoy tonight."

"O.K."

He rolled off her and they cuddled up spoon style and drifted off to
sleep.

THE END
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