From: To: Subject: Fan fic Submission Date: Thursday, September 27, 2001 3:05 PM Well folks, here's my latest. Hope you like. Caroline Title: Senses Author: Caroline Category: MSR Scully POV Rating: NC17 Disclaimer: They're not mine...(turns to legal counsel, "...there, are you happy now?")...Property of CC, 1013 Productions and Fox. Spoilers: Nah Summary: "I've got five senses...he's an attack on every one of them..." Dedications: For Rae, Clair, Sloan and Sallie...and Mulder, cause lets face it girls...we adore him! Feedback: Adored, cherished, printed and framed...you will find me at: peter_caroline@hotmail.com I slam the door to my motel room behind me and kick my shoes angrily to the far reaches of who knows where. My feet hurt...and it's *his* fault. I decided today that its ALL his fault, everything, all of it, Mulder's God damn fault. Why oh why did I ever join the FBI? What could have possessed me to do such a foolish thing? It's a pity the son of a bitch that assigned me to the X-Files is already dead. It would have made me feel a lot better to have been able to put a bullet in him myself. Oh, if I had only known what would become of me. I could have shot myself and saved myself the aggravation. I sink down onto the hard motel bed and let my weary eyes close. You know I've tried to reason this out. To explain it all away, to cope with it and move on, but I know the truth...I never stood a chance. Not a snowball's chance in hell. And trust me, I'm a doctor. Let me tell you how I know for sure... I'm only human, a mere mortal, a regular person with five senses...you know, those things with which we process the world around us. Let's list them shall we... Sight, hearing, touch, smell and taste. Five little senses, five little ways to experience the universe, five ways to be conquered by *him*. Him...Mulder. My FBI partner, my very best friend and the most astoundingly beautiful man I know. Me...Scully, woman in love. So far gone it's not even funny. Conquered, defeated. Hell, my soul probably has *Property of Fox Mulder* inscribed upon it. And I truly never stood a chance, not against that assault. That total assault, the sensory overload that *IS* Fox Mulder. Let me tell you more... Sight. Ah sight. The visual part. Perhaps the most brutal assault of all, this one. I called him *astoundingly beautiful* didn't I? That just about covers it, "devastating" would have worked also. From the tips of his toes to the top of his head, my 6ft tall partner is pure eye candy. I swear, it's not just me. Every woman we meet wants him. Dark haired. Dark brown, soft, shiny, thick and gorgeous hair. Hes sported some goofy cuts over the last seven years. But he has wonderful hair. Hazel/green/gold/grey eyes. Mercurial in their nature. Their ever-changing hue is a visual delight. They change with his mood, the lighting, even the colours he wears can alter how they look. And in their depths the fierce intelligence of his beautiful mind sparkles relentlessly. Perfection. Sublime perfection. His mouth I mean. The way it curves just so. The slight pout of his lips that begs to be kissed. That extra fullness of his lower lip, draws my eyes and holds me spellbound when he talks. I want that mouth. So much sometimes I can't think straight from staring at it and I have to close my eyes to block it out. His face is just so perfect. His mouth alone could seduce any red-blooded female. And when he smiles...god help me, but I live to see him smile. Then of course, there's the rest of his body. Lean, athletic, sculptured muscles under bronzed skin. The single finest ass I have ever seen. In dress pants or jeans it's a sight to behold. Long elegant legs and torso, kept in shape by constant running and swimming. Large hands, long slender fingers. Strong hands, playing basketball or guiding me through doors. At home running through his hair or wrapped around his gun. I want them on me...at home on me. A visual buffet. Feed me, feed me now. Next we have hearing. The audio attack...Mulder's voice. I can get wet hearing one word from him, my name. The way he says "Scuhlee". The inflection he gives those two syllables. He caresses them. I have no other way to describe it. He makes love to my name with his voice, and it drives me to distraction. I hear him in my dreams at night. I masturbate to the sound of my name on his lips. I imagine him crying it out as he comes inside my body. I know some people think his voice somewhat flat, monotone even. They could not be more wrong. You have to listen carefully to hear the true beauty of it. Let his voice flow over you, and into you. His voice conveys the ideas of his brilliant mind. Conveys his deadpan humor and sexual innuendo. His voice is an instrument of unparalleled power. Commanding, mischevious, seductive, deadly. Mulder can get me to do anything. Just by asking! After hearing, comes touch. Touch is a dangerous one. It always leaves you wanting more. He feels so good to touch. I can tell you that his hair is every bit as soft and silky as it looks. That his muscles are strong and hard, and his skin is warm, and smooth, and velvety. I want to touch him everywhere, to have no part of him left forbidden to me. I feel this electric current run throughout my body when I touch him. I feel connected when I touch him. I feel alive when I touch him. And when he touches me...oh my God! When he touches me...I BELIEVE! Smell. The olfactory attack. Mulder scent. I love Mulder scent. I love his cologne, the way it mixes with his body chemistry to produce a smell unique to him. His scent is comforting, familiar. It produces memories of a hundred stake outs, a hundred embraces, wrapped safe and secure in the shelter of his arms. His scent is arousing, dizzying, making my head swim when he's close to me sometimes. Makes me burn with desire, haunts my dreams, inhabits my fantasies. His is the most precious perfume in the world...and I want to wear it. I want to wear it all over me, eau d'Mulder. God. Are you seeing my problem? That's four out of my five senses gone. Lost unto him, overcome by him. Yet I could still hold my own. Still keep my need for him under control. Until today. Until he came at me with the final assault. The one remaining sense that had not been troubled. The one wall I had left around me...taste. Now that, too, is gone. Lying here on my lumpy motel bed, with my feet sore and tired, my final sense can still detect him! I can still taste you Mulder...still taste your kiss. Now I'm hungry, so very hungry for more. It happened like this... * * * It's been a short case. All the elements Mulder loves brought us to yet another hick town in rural Virginia. Missing people suddenly showing up dead and covered in strange wounds. Reports of UFO sightings shortly beforehand, and a coroner asking for help determining cause of death...because, yes, you guessed it...he couldn't find one! I actually don't mind these cases as much as Mulder thinks I do. I let him believe he's dragging me off to the ass end of nowhere under protest, because I love to see him pout. But truly, the sight of him giddy with excitement, his mind engaged on a new puzzle, searching for a theory to explain it all neatly, I love to see him like that. I love it. He has a tendency to be dark, brooding, self absorbed. But when handed a new case that intrigues him, he blossoms like a flower. His mood lightens, his humor starts and he smiles. I told you I live to see him smile. Mulder has this childlike enthusiasm for mystery. His mind is open to the extreme and he comes at these cases with a phenomenal lack of pre-judgement. It's what makes him so good at what he does. Good isn't a strong enough adjective actually. When it comes to explaining what no one else can explain, Mulder is the best. The man is a living, breathing, encyclopedia of knowledge, which works in concert with a genius IQ. His mind works differently from the rest of us. And it's stunning to watch. So he pouted, I caved happily, and hence we arrived in a town called Redlum with an X-File to start. It didn't take long to finish. The once missing, now dead people, turned out to be twin sisters who had run away from an abusive life. The strange wounds were a combination of said abuse and self mutilation. Theirs was an unhappy home. The UFO sightings were actually caused by some crazy mother of a crop duster, who combined aerial acrobatics in the dark with doing his job. As for the coroner, well, the man is an idiot. He couldn't find a cause of death because he didn't run a proper tox screen. When I went over his autopsy notes I spotted his error immediately, so I ran a complete one myself. I came back with a verdict of suicide on the twins, due to ingestion of digitalis. I'm guessing that the girls extracted the poison from a foxglove plant themselves, because after executing a search warrant on their parents' home, instructions on how to do so where found on one girl's computer. All in all, an open and shut non X-File. I was expecting my partner to be disappointed in the lack of paranormal phenomena on this case, but he surprised me. He asked me out to dinner and suggested we stay on another night rather than attempt the drive back to DC straight away. I'd been a bit taken aback, but it's not like we don't eat together all the time anyway, and DC is five hours drive. So we decided to stay, on the Government's dime, and I wonder now why I didn't see it coming... He chose a Mexican restaurant. Something different from our usual pizza or Chinese takeout he said. "We can drink Tequila Scully." he said I gave him the eyebrow, I smiled tolerantly and I told him "Sure, fine, whatever." And so it was. I'm guessing the Tequila gave him the Dutch courage he was looking for, because after the food had come and gone and he was on his fourth shot of the evening, my partner made his move. He leaned in and whispered ever so softly in my ear. His warm breath caressing my skin, making me swallow back a moan of arousal. His words were so simple, so honest and pure. "I want to kiss you." That's all he said. In that magical voice. His tone soft and gentle, and demanding at the same time. Audio sense...strike one. He touched me next. Reached out his long fingers and placing them under my chin he firmly turned my face to his. I could feel the current flowing from his hand, which was hot against my skin. Touch...strike two. Then I made the mistake of looking at him. Of raising my eyes up and away from the gingham table cloth and seeing the intensity of his gaze. Oh my fucking God! It was written on his face in every plane and angle. Written all over that body I want so much. But holy Mary, mother of God, in his eyes it blazed and I really thought "I'm going to die right now." He wants me. He wants me badly. I've never seen a man look at me with such a hunger. His complete desire to take me someplace and fuck me stupid was telegraphing from his eyes. Does he have any idea how even more incredibly gorgeous that look of desire makes him? Strike three. He leaned back slightly and then nervously leaned in to press his lips upon mine. I was like a damn deer with its eyes stuck open, staring at the headlights of the oncoming Mac truck that was about to obliterate its very existence. Rack up strikes four, and finally, five. My mouth opens to him without my brain's approval and our lips move over and upon each other. I can't breathe at first, and then I have to, and along with the oxygen I breathe him into my body. Mulder's scent, mixed with spice and Tequila. It's divine and I breathe him in again and again. Then I feel the first brush of his tongue. He throws all caution to the wind and suddenly his tongue is forcefully exploring my mouth. On some level I am aware that if I brush my own tongue along his I will finally know what Mulder tastes like. Just as suddenly I don't care that it's the final wall, I just have to know. Oh God I'm so dead. This is so unbelieveably good. Why didn't you tell me Mulder? You taste like...I should have known...you're heaven Mulder. I've gone to Heaven. I kissed him back with everything I had in me. I drank him in, I breathed him in. I tangled my hands in his thick, dark hair and I kept my eyes open and I stared into infinity. I didn't think I call fall any further in love with Mulder. I was wrong. Then as he gently broke the kiss and beamed at me...I got up from the table...and I ran. I ran back to the car. I drove back to the motel. I ran here to my room and that's where you find me. Dear God...what have I done? I left him alone in the aftermath and I ran frightened from the scene. I'm toast. And he knows it. And he'll come find me the second he gets back here. And he'll make me admit that hes won the war. And hell...it's true and I'm running up the white flag. And there's his knock on the interconnecting door between our rooms. I get up from the bed in a flurry of movement. Every one of those five senses is craving him and I run to the door. "Scully...Scully let me in." You want to come in Mulder? I want you inside when you come! I fling open the door and he strides inside. He turns to face me and that wonderful blazing need is still there. "You ran. You can't run from me Scully. There's no place you could hide." He's right. No holes in that theory. Only truth. No way out left to me. I'm his and he knows it. But is he mine? "I'm dying here Scully, I can't take it any longer. You assault my senses everyday and I'm giving in now. I want you, I need you. For God's sake Scully, I know you feel it too." I do, it's true. Mutual sensory overload. That's what we are to each other and we can't fight it. I don't give a rats ass about fighting it anymore. Assault me Mulder, in your five special ways...blow my mind away. My face is cracking into a smile. Why I'm not quite sure, but I'm smiling my ass off. From ear to ear I'm grinning like some village idiot, and I launch myself into his waiting arms in a move that a Tazmanian Devil would envy. My mouth literally crashes down onto his and I murmur an explanation something along the lines of "gotta taste you..." as I proceed to do just that. Getting his tongue into my mouth is all I can think of. Except when it happens and the lightning bolts start coursing through my body and pooling warmth between my thighs, then I start to think of a lot more. Like getting Mulder naked and having him inside me. Taking the need that is blazing in both of us and causing the conflagration of a lifetime. I want to go up in a ball of flames and Mulder is the only man to do it. The only man who could ever do it. His hands are attacking my clothing and my desire soaked brain is realizing I should be doing the same thing to his, if I want him as naked in reality as he is in my dreams. With trembling fingers I loosen the knot on his tie and fairly yank it off over his head, mussing his hair. He loses his jacket for me after he rids me of mine. Then it's fingers on buttons time in a heated race to be the first one done. Doctors have very nifty fingers and this race is mine. Expensive blue shirt gone. My expensive blouse soon joins it in the growing pile of clothing on the cheap motel room floor. My hands dive under his white undershirt to feel that hot, smooth skin against my palms. They move upwards of their own accord and the right one stops over his heart. It thrills me to feel it racing. Strong and true within his chest. My other hand glides up to his collar bone, and traces the hollow of his throat, before moving back down his abdomen to graze the line of hair disappearing into his slacks. My mouth wants to make the same journey, so much so that it's watering at the thought. "Off." I mumble and he lifts his arms to aid me in the shedding of this needless clothing. His hands come back down from over his head, and his fingertips touch my shoulders so softly I can barely feel their presense. He trails them down across my decolletage and skims the fabric of my bra. My nipples are straining against the satin and lace, begging him as loudly as they can for his touch. As always Mulder goes one better than absolutely necessary, and dropping to his knees he takes one into his hot wet mouth, fabric and all. Oh fuck me, that feels so good. "I'm getting there Scully." Huh? What? Oh I see, I spoke out loud. He's biting that lucky little nipple right now. He's biting it hard and I'm not sure who is moaning louder, Mulder or I. Thorough as usual, he switches sides and repeats his actions and...oh yes, I'm definitely outdoing his moaning here. Whilst his mouth is busy making my breasts extremely happy, his hands are busy with the zipper of my skirt. It drops to the floor, soon to be joined by my pantyhose. Mulder's mouth moves down across my stomach, wet kisses glistening on my skin in its wake and he doesn't stop his movement south until he nuzzles his face between the juncture of my legs. Saints preserve us, he's breathing me in, and I feel this insane need to mark him with my scent. To replace his Mulder scent with my own essense, and in this primitive way decree to all others that he is claimed territory. I want it as badly as I want his scent all over me. All over me. Hell, inside and out. Claim me Mulder, let the world know I'm yours. "Jesus Scully...you're dripping wet." Huh? How does he know that? My panties are...in a heap on the floor with the rest of my clothing. When did he remove them and my bra? I'm so out of it with lust my brain is completely addled. Oh Jesus... "Mulderrrrr." I groan out his name as his tongue reaches out to taste me. He laps at me again and all I can do is stare down at the look of delight he is wearing on his face. He's relishing the thought of going down on me and this realization alone is almost enough to make me come right now. I want to come badly. I want him to make me come over and over...I know he can do it. But I need to see him naked before I do. "Strip." He smiles at me knowingly and stands up slowly before me. He takes my hand and pulls me into his arms, lifting me as if I weigh nothing and depositing me on the room's double bed. I scoot backwards to rest against the headboard and enjoy the show. He unbuckles his belt deftly. Absolutely no haste in his movements. Inch by inch he pulls it from his belt loops and lets is fall to the floor. He undoes the button on his pants and pulls the zipper slowly down, his eyes never leaving my face. Gauging my every reaction to the sight of him. He can read me well enough. He knows this is a fantasy come true for me. The sight of him stripping for me, about to fuck me blind. How many dreams have I had over the last seven and a half years that involved exactly the sight unfolding in front of me now? His elegant hands go to his slim hips and push the pants down and to the floor. My mouth quirks upwards in a smile of amusement at the sight of his Knicks boxer briefs. Then it leaves my face as quickly as it appeared, to be replaced by my *panic* face at the size of his erection. Bless me Father...Mulder is huge. I haven't had sex since I met Mulder. I'm not going to be able to walk in the morning, but oh dear Lord, do I ever want this. Lust face replaces panic face and with as much flirtation as I can muster under these extraordinary circumstances, I crook my finger at him and say... "C'mere." "Whatever you say Scully. Whatever you say." Like a big jungle cat he moves to join me on the bed and before I can say a word he pushes me back against the pillows and oh so gently nudges my legs apart, before settling between them as if he belongs there. He does. "Gonna taste you...dreamed of your taste in my mouth for so long Scully." His eyes flutter shut as he begins his task. He wants to make me come with his mouth upon me and I have no doubt in my mind he will accomplish this. I can feel his tongue probing my entrance and then running up and over my clit with a practiced expertise. I have no idea how he learnt to do this so well, I don't want to know, but I'm very, very glad. If he ever does this to any other woman I will kill him. I'm squirming, I can't help it. No one has touched me this way in far too many years. I feel him anchor me beneath him with one arm and then he slides two fingers inside. He plunges them in and out, opening me wider to his ministrations before they settle onto the front wall of my tunnel and press hard. As he does this his tongue concentrates solely on my clit and he works me mercilessly until I scream. I keen, I cry out as the waves of pleasure hit me harder, with more force than I have ever known before. I'm dazed. I drift slowly back to consciousness to find Mulder looking at me devotedly with his head resting on my hip. I muster a smile and reach out to cup his cheek with my hand. He kisses my palm and then looks me straight in the eye as he says... "G-woman, that was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen." "That was amazing." I tell him. "You are amazing. I'm blown away Mulder. I...I have no words." It's completely true. He's blown my mind already. I'm totally overcome with emotion right now. The depth and volume of love I carry within me for this man astonishes me. I swear it grows exponentially on a daily basis. If I didn't feel it firsthand I would not believe it possible to love like this. His smile is smug. It's not even a smile really, it's his patented *leer* and the words he says next are so typically Mulder. "Scully, Scully, Scully...you ain't seen nothing yet." He rises up above me and then bends to kiss me senseless again. My hands go straight to his ass. It feels as good as it looks, and I greedily grope him as his tongue invades my mouth like his cock should be invading another part of my body. I can't wait another second for him to fill me. I'm aching for it. Both my body and my soul are trembling with need and then suddenly the ache is eased as he pushes his way inside me. He takes it slowly. For which I'm grateful. But he doesn't stop pushing until he's all the way inside, buried within me as deep as he can go. I don't ever want him to leave. I want him there every moment of every day. Oh God the feeling is indescribable. I'm so full, so stretched, and it's glorious, just glorious. Our eyes lock. Our souls touch. He begins to move and I don't know how it's possible but the feeling just gets better. He's so hard. As hard as granite. He pulls out and pushes in and with each thrust another orgasm comes closer and closer for me. "Look at us." His voice is hardly recognizable, it's contorted with lust. I do as he bids and look down to see his shaft slide in and out of my eager body. He glistens with my juices. Damn but it's a pretty sight. We go together so perfectly. We fit Mulder and I. We were made for each other. We kiss again and his rhythm doesn't slow, doesn't speed up, remains sure and steady as if he's waiting for something. It's coiling within me. I know he knows it is. It's sweeping through me from my womb out and his name is torn from my throat as I give him what he wants. My nails dig into his butt, my body arches beneath his. I convulse with pleasure and only when the waves begin to abate does he pick up the pace and hit me harder, faster. "Sorry...if it's rough...can't help it...what you do to me..." His breath is coming in shallow pants. Hot puffs of air on my face and he's losing control. He slides my legs up his torso until I'm bent almost in half and he's fucking me harder than any man before him. He's been taken over by his need and he's wild and magnificent. I've never been more turned on in my life. To know I can affect him like this, drive him this crazy with desire. I'm so humbled, so aroused and I don't want him to stop as much as I want to see him come. "Gonna make you come again Scully..." His eyes are wild. He's pounding me into the mattress and as his words register through the fog surrounding my brain, he pulls out of my body and issues a command. "On your hands and knees..." I actually feel my walls contract at his words. It occurs to me that I want to hear him talk to me. I want to know everything he's thinking as he fucks me like a madman. I turn over onto my stomach and rise up onto all fours. I'm so incredibly aroused, I want him to use my body. Do whatever he wants with me. If I want him to talk, maybe I should, and I do. "Use me...go ahead and use me Mulder. Fuck me anyway you want me...but fuck me...please." He growls from low in his throat and grabbing my hips he slams back into me. "Do you know what it does to me...hearing you beg?" Oh I know. I know and God help me, I like it. "Tell me, talk to me Mulder...tell me everything you feel. Oh Mulder you feel so good." "This is better...more wonderful than anything I've ever known Scully. You are so tight, so fucking small and...God Scully...do you know how much I love you?" He's talking, his voice pushing me again to the edge. His thrusts are increasingly harder and faster and if it was possible to die from pleasure I would be in serious trouble right about now. "Make me come Mulder...I need to, love you...Mulder please..." I feel him shift position slighty behind me and then he pulls me up and back against his chest and continues to invade my body with his shaft. His free hand snakes down and with unnerving precision he finds my throbbing bundle of nerves and strokes me deftly. I'm an instrument, Mulder is a musician. Between his thrusting shaft and his beautiful hands, the smell of him upon me and his voice echoing through me, I short circuit and explode. As I come he comes with me, and his seed bathes my cervix in quick hot bursts, as the room spins around us, and we collapse in a heap upon the tangled sheets. I don't register another thing until the morning. * * * My senses awaken one by one. Hearing is first. A heartbeat, strong regular rhythm, beneath my cheek. Smell is second. Mulder scent, but different. Mulder mixed with sex. I smell us both, and it's even better this way. Touch is anxious to be next. Fingers wake up and play across smooth warm skin. They find sparse chest hair and man nipples, and roam up past stubble, into thick soft hair. Sight shouts "batter up," and I open my eyes to the unforgettable vision of my partner's bare chest. Looking up I see his beloved face, still relaxed in slumber and give in to my desire to taste his kiss once more. My taste sense is throwing a party in my brain. My mouth slants over his soft full lips and as I run my tongue along the lower one he begins to wake up too. Those eyes I can drown in open halfway and he smiles. I feel him harden against my thigh and I smile back. "Overwhelm me Mulder." I say and the assault begins anew. Finis.