From: Para8Dice@aol.com Date: Tue, 21 Dec 1999 15:17:15 EST Subject: Paradise's Fan Fiction Source: direct Disclaimer: I do not own Mulder and Scully. Chris Carter does. No infragment intended. Title: The Sex Files Rating: NC-17 Summary: Mulder and Scully make love. Spoilers: None Comment: This is my first NC-17 story, hope it's good. _______________________________________________________ Dana Scully walked into her apartment, Mulder right behind her. He was so sexy. She could just fall into his green eyes. His voice had always driven her crazy. She always held it together at work, up until two nights ago. "Scully..." "Shut up Mulder," and she grabbed him and pressed her lips against his. She kissed him roughly on the lips, his hands grabbing the back of her head, holding her head still as he deepened the kiss. They were entwined in their passionate embrace. His lips lingered with hers, intensely, and she gasped. Mulder moved back, and sat down on her couch. Scully climbed onto his lap and their kisses became even more into each other. His hands went around her to her back, lifting her shirt off of her. Their torsos pressed against each other. He caressed the length of her back. Scully looked at him, and she slid her fingers under his shirt, delicately lifting if off of him. She reached his nipples, and they hardened under her touch. Mulder, shirtless, looked at her sky blue bra. He chastely cupped her protected breast and knea ded one breast out and it spilled over the material. The nipple and some flesh hung out over the top of the cup. His finger traced over the skin around her nipples, and he caressed and massaged that skin. She kissed his mouth again, then moved back so h is hands were off her skin. "You men are all so damn lazy." She reached behind her, and in two seconds unclasped the hook of her bra, and threw it on the floor. She looked confidently at him. He lowered his head and kissed her collar bone. He pushed her down gently but firmly on the couch, and when she finally allowed herself to fall with a thump, he kissed her mouth, her neck, then made his way down to her full, round breasts. He encircled her nipples with his tongue over and over, and they became erect. He darted his tongue directly at her nipple and she wh impered. He licked the tip of her nipple then enclosed his mouth over it and gently sucked. She tilted her head back, her hands in his hair, and closed her eyes. She loved him, she'd always loved him. And now, they were doing things the rest of the world did! Having sex! She caught her breath for a moment, then sat up and situated herself an d him so that he was underneath her. She looked into his eyes, and he stared back. Her fingers and palms explored the sensitive skin of his torso. Her lips lingered and caressed his skin. She rose back up, and he'd never seen her look so...like that. She was so beautiful. Her hair wild, not put into that one hair style he always saw her with. Her eyes even brighter than usual and more intensely blue. Her skin was fair. Her nipples were pink. Her lips were full. "Should we move to a bed?" Her words were spoken sensibly, like she always was. Only now, she wasn't professional, she was wild. He always wondered what she'd been like as a teenager. As a young women in college. As a female. "Do you want to?" "I'm not that old and neither are you. We can be anywhere," she teased. She kissed him, and let him drag her to the floor. He caught her hands and held them tightly. He leaned towards her and took her earlobe in his mouth. She sighed. His fingers quickly found her already hard nipples and rolled them with his fingers. He couldn't believe after all these years, he was feeling satisfied. Just her. Just Scully. "Scully, are you sure you want to?" "Mulder, if I'd wanted you not to make love to me, I wouldn't have grabbed you and kissed you. I would've stopped you the moment your hands were on my bare skin." He looked down, and she tilted her head to one side, realizing how shy he was. She, being the good catholic girl, (not really) would be expected to not be quite so sure. But she was. She knew it was right. Whatever lessons her father had taught her, t hey weren't the answer to everything. He began to laugh but she ducked her head and caught his mouth and kissed him. He was kissing her so delicately. It was starting to annoy her. She tried to deepen the kiss, and his hands cupped her cheeks and he was so damn gentle. She broke free. "I know Mulder that I'm just over five feet, but may I remind you I'm a lot taller in bed, and that I'm not fragile. Don't be gentle, I won't break. I promise." She smiled. She was not afraid at all. He was. She didn't have to do anything, he had to be this great thing. Two days ago, they admitted their 'more than friendship' relationship, but this was still their first time. Together. They hadn't exactly set a night, but come on. He was driving her home, planning to come up to her apartment and stay awhile. And they'd decided their relationship was more than *professional* so... He lifted her up so she was sitting on his lap, facing him, a leg on each side of him. He unzipped her pants without any hesitation, letting what he felt cause his actions. She looked at him, knowing this was right. It would've been right the first dam n night they'd spent talking, but now, it meant all the more. He peeled down her pants and kissed her stomach. She shivered deliciously. After her pants and underwear were off of her, he let his fingers explore the exposed folds of the burning skin between her legs. She felt ecstasy as his fingers probed into the damp recesses of her. Once again, she lied back down on the couch, and he had two fingers inside of her, his thumb on the central area of sexual feeling, and he rocked back and forth. She rocked with him. "Don't be so gentle Mulder," she whispered. While his fingers inside her, swaying back and forth, his other hand caressed her aureola. He pressed roughly into that one area and she moaned. He moved her so that his head was just above her open, slightly shaking legs. He let his mouth explore all parts of her. She whimpered and gasped when his mouth kissed the folds of her moisty entrance. He gently spread her lips and let his tongue run over the throbbing part of her nerves. The lips on Scully's mouth opened and she cried out. He looked up at her, asking for reassurance. She smiled at him. Mulder bent up over her, and kissed her mouth. While kissing him, she found his pants with her hands and undid them, pulling them off with impatience. He slipped inside her, she was so hot, so wet, so... ready. She burned. She felt her body resulting in waves. Hot, liquid, crashing waves with every motion of him on top of her and inside her. Her vagina muscles rippled and sent sparks of pleasure all through her body. Her hips rose to meet his thrusts. Their eager lips meant again, and she wrapped her arms around his hot skin, moving down to cup his bottom, drawing him deeper into her. They were clinging to each other, never having any intention of letting go. He began thrusting harder and harder and she responded, encouraging it. She tightened her muscles as he slid out, opening them, welcoming him returning into her. She finally cried out at the same time he did. Feeling her climax, Mulder pushed himself i nto once more, and then stiffened and rested on top of her. The beads of moisture surrounding them both was making this experience all the hotter. They glowed together, both burning up. He was trembling. She was in paradise. Her hands found his head that was resting on her breast, and she brought his face up, looking at her. "You okay?" "Yes, you are, wonderful. You've always been wonderful. It's just, been awhile. And it's *never* been that wonderful. I've never loved anyone as much as I love you." Scully kissed his forehead and put his head back on her breast. She exhaled. She loved him. No matter how big a jerk he was, she loved him. He breathed in and out heavily on her chest. She was out of breath too, just not nearly as much as him. "Ya know Mulder, you never fail to amaze me. In any way. And now, I know that all those emotions we've always kept inside were not just imagined, because we just proved them all. You took out my fantasies and made them all real. And I love you back." ******************************************************* The Next Morning Mulder awoke, and Scully was gone from the floor where they'd fallen asleep. He got up and saw her in her kitchen, drinking tea. She looked up at him, and he looked slightly embarrassed. That emotion changed almost too quickly. She stood up and he gestured for her to come closer. She touched his face with her delicate hand with all the love in her heart pouring all over him. He took her hand in his and kissed it. He stripped his shirt. She stared at his torso, exhaled and took then relieved herself of her shirt. They deeply kissed and her breasts overflowed so that they were above the cups of her bra. He unsnapped the back of it and she raised my arms in the arm and he slid it off. He didn't even glimps at her breasts, he just returned to her mouth and their hot bodies were pressing passionately against each other. Her breasts were crushed against his chest and her tongue slid into his mouth, finding his tongue, stroking it. She n ibbled on his lower lip. His hands moved from her heated back to her breasts. He cupped them gently, his mouth still tasting hers, and his fingers caress her nipples, and they hardened. His hands moved to her hair, all over her body, moving intensely yet lightly, touching her. He backed her against the shelf and she pulled his bo dy against hers. "I don't want to kill you Scully." "What did I tell you last night? I'm small I know, but not fragile, and crushing me isn't going to break me. You're not even crushing me." His hands glided along the curves of her sides. She turned so that she wasn't trapped between him and the back of a kitchen shelf, and lied down on the floor, one elegant hand inviting him to join her. She was always so strong, he was amazed at how femi nine she was. Who could resist her invitation with her huge blue eyes looking chastely at him? He lowered himself to the floor, beside her, kissing her mouth. As he kissed her, his hand grasped her bottom and pulled her closer to him. She pushed him over so that she was on top and enclosed herself over him. He felt her warmth burning around him. She moved with him, his hands on her hips. She leaned forward rocking, and he kissed her breast sending a shiver through her. Feeling the peak approaching, she drove him deep within in her once more. She lied on top of him, the cold floor beneath him, warm Scully on top of him. What the hell were they going to do? About work? About life? The knew this was what they wanted, but they had always resisted because of the consequences. Now they'd fough t that resistance, and they didn't know where to go. Scully still rested her head on Mulder's chest. "I know you're worried Mulder, I am too. All this time, adventure after adventure. But now, now the adventure's just beginning."