From: Para8Dice@aol.com Date: Fri, 28 Jan 2000 16:28:52 EST Subject: Skin Against Skin Source: direct Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. Thank you. I'm aware they belong to Chris Carter, Fox, David and Gillian, and 1013 Productions. I'm not making any money off of this. There's really no reason to sue me, because there's no infringement intended. Chris, they are YOURS! Title: Skin Against Skin Rating: NC-17 for sex Keywords: Mulder/Scully Romance Spoilers: Never Again Summary: Post Never Again, Scully gives Mulder a piece of her mind and he has to grow up a little and do what we've all been waiting for. E-mail: Para8Dice@AOL.Com Author: Paradise Written: Late 1999 _______________________________________________________ Fox Mulder's Office "All this because I didn't give you a desk?" For the first time since she'd walked into the office, she looked straight at him. She wanted to forget all she'd done with Jerse, and yet she felt so much better now that she'd done it. "Not everything is about you Mulder. This is my life." "Yes but it's..." He trailed off and she looked at him, waiting for him to once again make her feel like he was more important. He looked down, and for a few moments, they didn't speak, and they tried to go back to a professional relationship, but this moment was truly intimate. Something that can only hurt if you're not professional. "I've gotta go, Mulder," she said, turning to leave. "You running away from me again?" She turned around to him. "I'm not running." "Do you want out, Scully?" "All I ever wanted was your respect. And I'm not getting it." Mulder stood up and walked towards her. "You've always had my respect, Scully. Always. You're the only one I trust and you're the one who's always been there for me." "Is that all I've ever been to you Mulder? Someone to stand by you?" Mulder walked closer to her, imprisoning her between his arms. Her eyes were so glued to his, that she couldn't care less that he was trapping her. "Do you want me to be what you and Jerse had?" He touched her cheek with the back of his hand. "Is this what you want? Tell me exactly what you want." "I want your respect. I want a choice." "All right, let me ask you this. Do you choose this?" With that, Mulder swooped down and caught her lips with his own, pulling her lips into his own, his tongue running over them, and he continued over lapping, pressing, and deepening the kiss. Finally, he released her lips, and they were swollen. Scully was breathing hard. "Is that what you choose? Help me out here, Scully." "Yes. That's what I've always chosen, but you never had the interest." "That's not true." "Isn't it?" Mulder exhaled, shaking his head. He guided her back to the desk and sat her down. He returned to his own seat, and put his face in his hands. "Tell me," he said. "I'm not sorry!" "You're not sorry about what?" "I'm not sorry about Jerse! I care for him quite a bit thank you very much, and it wasn't as though I chose him, it was like there was finally someone wanting me, and I wasn't going to throw that away!" "Did you sleep with him?" Scully stood up. "Is that all you care about? Is that all that matters to you? Well, let's see. YES! I slept with him, and that's part of what I'm not sorry about. I'm not sorry for going out on a damn date with him, and I'm not sorry for letting him kiss me, letting him make love to me, and I'm not sorry for ditching you!" "Why are you so angry, Scully?" "You son of a bitch. I lie, I cheat, I do dangerous things all to save your ass, and then I get to be lectured by you for having a life that doesn't satisfy you?" "Ed Jerse almost killed you!" "But that's not what you're most concerned about, is it Mulder?" "Of course it is." "Well, whether or not I had sex with him is a close second isn't it?" "Dammit Scully. I am not the person who beat you up and left your body with bruises!" "You've left my heart with bruises!" "How so?" "Don't you see Mulder? The light in me is fading. Physically and mentally. I don't know how much longer I can go on this way. I don't want to leave, and I won't, but it's killing me." "What's killing you?" "That you don't care. You don't respect me, and you don't care." Scully placed a hand over her mouth and turned away from him, crying. She began to run for the door, but he caught up with her, and slammed it before she fully opened it. He pressed her against his chest, surrounding her in his embrace. Her sobs were hard and deep. He'd never heard her cry so intensely. She was crying from the bottom of her heart, wrenching sobs. Moments passed and finally, she was too weak to sob any longer. He took her face in his hands, and looked into her big blue eyes, that were practically giving off steam from their brightness. "I respect you, and I care. I just was so afraid that you wanted him-" "I did want him, but now, I guess it's over. I think it was over before it began." "I need you, and I can't let this end." He bent down to kiss her, and she responded fully. Her tears magically stopped falling, and she curled her little arms around his neck, pulling him deeper down towards her. "Lock the door," he murmured against her lips. Her hand went behind her and she found the lock, twisted it, and returned her hand to the back of his neck. She took hold of each side of his jacket, and pushed it off of him, her lips still on his. She gently unbuttoned each button of his shirt and slid that off until he was finally just in his undershirt. She couldn't tell him how much she loved seeing him in that sleeveless, white undershirt. Together, they unstuck their lips and pulled his shirt off of him. It was tossed somewhere over his shoulder. She embraced him, throwing herself in his arms, then realized how much more comfortable she would be if she were topless as well. She shook off her jacket and then worked on her shirt. Her bra was blue, very light, with lace at the top. He kissed her again, this time completely. His heart was in her hands, and he knew that this was right. Even if it was in the basement of the FBI Building, it was right. She stood on her toes, to gain as best access. Their mouths opened and their tongues met, glided and stroked, and their lips continued to play with each other. He backed her up against the door, her back met the cold surface, and she moaned a little. He tangled his hands in her bright red hair, and it lost control, growing sexier by the way his hands styled it. His lips were still on hers, and he took the straps of her bra, and together they struggled to free it of her hands so that the bra was no only covering her breasts. "Why don't you just take it off," she asked him. Mulder detached his body from hers and threw the bra on the floor, then clamped her body against his again, feeling the warmthness of her skin on his. He left her lips to kiss her breasts, and while his tongue encircled and darted at the beautiful tips, he unzipped her dress, and took her underwear down with the dress. She pulled him back up to her, found the zipper, and kissed him while tugging it down, relieving him of his pants. She cupped his face and kissed him again, and the slowly lowered to the floor. His hands were all over her body, and when he pressed lightly on her tattoo, she yelped. "I'm sorry," he said with worry. "It's okay. It's just still sore." "I'm sorry." She gave him a 'what am I gonna do with you' look, and took his mouth with hers again. His hands played with her breasts, squeezing them lightly, surprised at how soft they were. He kissed her neck passionately, and he then moved his hands around her curves, up and down, over and over. Finally, he slid his hands lower, and he reached the area between her legs, and he caressed her clitoris, then he slipped two fingers inside of her. She was so hot! He caressed her body, her nails dug into his back, and she kneaded his shoulders. He finally pulled his fingers out of her, and she arched so that he was inside of her, filling her. He moaned and she brought his face down to hers, smiling and kissing him. With each thrust, a wave would crash her body and she would want it again. The waves were hot, burning, and deep. The friction was incredible, and finally, they both reached their peak, and he just looked at her. They were both still breathing hard. "You okay, Mulder?" "Never been better," he breathed. "You?" "Same." "Can I see the tattoo now? It's not every day unfortunately that I get a good view of your ass." "It's not my ass. It's my back." "Well, whatever." "If you get the hell off me, I'll turn around." Mulder kissed her mouth, then got off and she sat up, and turned around. He inspected it, and wondered if Jerse had told her to get the design of a snake eating its tail. "Not to make you grossed out, but it looks fine right? I mean, it doesn't look infected." "It looks fine, Scully." He turned her around, wrapped his arms around her waist, connected his hands around her back, and pulled her to him, falling on top of him. "Sorry, it just feels good to have your body on mine." "Not a problem. The only thing is, this is the office, maybe after work we could go home and continue this. I'd rather not have Skinner knock on that door." "Scully, always the practical." "That's me."