From: "Michelle" To: "Jamie (whispers)" Subject: New Fic Date: Friday, February 15, 2002 4:11 PM Title: A Splash in Texas Author: Michelle Rating: Nc-17 Category: MSR, angst Summary: Mulder and Scully return to Texas for vacation fun, improving their relationship has never been so fun or so hard. Spoilers: FTF Disclaimer: The x-files and it's characters are not mine. They belong to CC, 1013 Productions and Fox…I just barrow them every once in awhile to let Mulder and Scully have some fun…relieve some tension ;-) Archiving: Yes, but please ask me first! Feedback: Greatly appreciated at mulderimyours24@yahoo.com Author's Notes: There is such a place as the Schlitterbahn water park in Texas and it is rated the best in the country! Some Hotel Dallas, Texas 2:30pm After my hearing with O.P.R, Skinner contacted me via email the next day. He informed me that this case still had some loose ends, specifically the bee that stung me in which I handed over to deputy director Cassidy in a tiny vial. I clearly remember stating that the FBI doesn't have a qualified unit to investigate my evidence, but Skinner had other ideas. Rounding up the case nicely would make his ass look good, so Mulder and I have once again made the journey back to Dallas where it all began. We've gathered a few more fossil samples from the bomb site and tied up our 'loose ends' as Skinner called them. Lately, Mulder and I had some strange encounters personally-- a few gut- wrenching conversations, and one potential kiss. He hasn't mentioned the incident yet, and neither have I, but his demeanor has changed. He's been more open, flirty and sensitive to me. I'm enjoy the way he's been treating me lately but it makes me nervous when I'm around him. I never know what he's going to do next, what he's going to say, how he's going to touch me. "Hey Scully… got some news." "Oh yeah? Good or bad?" I asked, jerked out of my thoughts as Mulder peeked his head through the joining hotel rooms' door. "Depends…Skinner just called me." "It's bad," I moaned as I let myself plop on the bed. My suitcase bounced gently as my weight shifted the bed. "He said that, with everything that's happened, he wants to give us some time off. After being blamed for the deaths from the bomb and you trying to resign, he's just afraid that our judgment is being clouded." "Well you told him that's unnecessary, right? …Mulder?" I raised my eyebrow at him and he gave me a big grin. "Now why would I pass up an opportunity to have a vacation?" He wiggled his eyebrows and scrambled back into his room. "So now what?" I shouted at him, sitting back up while keeping my eyes at his door. "I've made vacation plans…for us." "For us? you mean *you* and *me*?" I huffed in a sarcastic manner. "Fine, I'll enjoy it by myself then," he said and slammed the adjoining door shut jokingly. I stood up and walked over to it, placing my hand on the cold, golden knob. I turned slowly and felt it abruptly halt, as if it were locked. "Mulder? Mulder c'mon!" I shouted, half smiling at his playfulness. "This coming from a woman who was just offered a free vacation," he bantered. "Mulder, let me in." "What's the magic word?" "Spooky?" I guessed, raising my eyebrow again while cringing that my mouth spoke the word before I could think about it properly. He opened the door slightly so that I could only see one of his eyes and a tiny lock of brown hair that had fallen over his forehead. "Nope, that's not it!" he laughed and shut the door again, leaving me pounding and pursuing the knob once more. "Give me a clue." "Hum….," "C'mon, Mulder. Something easy!" I said in a frustrated tone. "How about naming all three of my favorite sports teams; …one baseball, one basketball, one football," he challenged. "Ugh! New York Knicks, New York Yankees, and…and," I paused, "um…hum…the Washington Redskins?" "I guess that's pretty good, for you," he nodded as he opened the door wide enough for me to slide in. "Pretty good for me? I got all of them, didn't I?" "Nah…I don't watch football," he winked at me and proceeded to his bed. Before he moved, I managed to slap him on his bicep. It was begging to be touched, bulging out of that gray t-shirt, but this situation was the best way I could conceal the touch. "That was not fair!" I shrugged as he continued chuckling. Mulder zipped his suitcase and turned to me. "So… are you coming with me or not?" "Where are we going?" I asked. "I'm not telling, but we have a plane to catch so you better be deciding," Mulder opened the door and walked out into the parking lot. I turned quickly and headed to get my suitcase. ************************************************************************* ******************************************** Here I am sitting on a plane in which I have no clue of our destination. It's quite frightening, but I trust Mulder. I'm a little sore from the 'alien' spaceship fiasco in which I was held captive, so maybe a vacation would do me well. I glanced over at Mulder, who was sound asleep in his seat beside me. Boy, won't he be getting a rude awakening in a few minutes. I gripped the armrests in anticipation of the squealing wheels and jolting shocks of the plane landing. Mulder jerks awake, but doesn't give me the thrill of seeing his 'panic' face again. "Almost there are we?" he slurred. "I dunno because you wouldn't tell me where 'there' is," I smirked and released my seat belt. I stood up to reach the overhead compartment, retrieving my carryon bag. I caught Mulder looking at me. He was staring at my belly, which was exposed as I stretched upward. I quietly cursed my height and ignored his prying hazel eyes. Once I am was settled, I peered down at him. His jaw was slack and his eyes were now at my chest. "You okay?" I asked. "Um, Yeah…just a little air sick, I think," he swallowed hard and stood up as I turned away. "I have booked us a hotel room nearest to our place of interest." "Place of interest?" I questioned, secretly pondering if he really did book 'a hotel room' and not two separate rooms. "Yeah," he answered. "Well, I believe we're still in Texas. It's too hot and dusty." "I didn't think venturing far was necessary, and Texas has lots of neat things. Oh, and I have found the perfect stress reliever." "Ut-oh," I uttered, not meaning too; my mind was certainly in another place. "What?" he questioned. "Nothing. So where *are* we, Mulder?" "New Braunfels, Texas. Just about fifteen miles north of San Antonio." "This is our place of interest?" I persisted. "Yup…let's go to our hotel and I'll tell you about it," Mulder smiled and placed his hand on my lower back, escorting me towards the taxicab. ************************************************************************ Some Hotel New Braunfels, Texas 6:30pm "Mulder, why do we have one hotel room?" I asked, beginning to get annoyed and even self-conscious. "Because there was only one available, sorry," he explained quickly, unlocking the door. I stepped in, scanning the room quickly as Mulder dropped out luggage into a small closet. The hotel looked rather expensive, judging by the decorating. There was a large Queen sized bed with a light blue comforter and fluffy pillows. The windows were draped with snow-white curtains, making the room almost enchanting. I began to realize that this is a resort hotel. Mulder tore off his t-shirt in one swipe, not even bothering to look at me to see if I cared. "Want some food?" He tossed me the room service menu and walked into the bathroom, drawing warm water in the sink. I assumed he was about to shave. "I guess…what are you in the mood for?" "A sub or something…I don't really care. I just want to watch some tv and get a good night's rest for tomorrow," he said. "All right, tell me what we're doing!" I urged. He looked in the bathroom mirror grinning, and then he turned and walked out of the bathroom. Mulder sat on the bed and I took up the space beside him. He handed me a small pamphlet that was bright blue with colorful, attracting pictures on the front. "The Schlitterbahn?" I questioned, struggling over the German pronunciation, since it had been so long since she learned the language. "Yup…the best water park in the United States. I watched a tv program on rating water parks and I always wanted to go there." "Mulder, I haven't worn a bathing suit in years!" I gasped, suddenly reminiscing my younger figure. "Scully, you'll look fine. Listen, we've been through a lot these past few days. I almost lost you. I just want to have fun…relax." "But…," I protested, but his long index finger sneaked up and touched my lips. "You'll look beautiful," he smiled and then retreated back to the bathroom, as if it were his escape route. His touch stopped my brain dead in its tracks. I couldn't think. I could only feel, and that scared the hell out of me. I recalled the recent event of him and I standing in his hallway, just before that bee stung me. I wondered if he really did want to kiss me, or if it were a persuasive device to make me stay with him. I've been admitting more to myself than I like to lately. I think I am falling for him after all of these years. God I wanted that kiss. I shook the passionate thoughts from my head and I picked up the phone to order room service dinner. Once that was through, I laid back onto the soft bed and basked in the comfort, the relaxation. I listened quietly; hearing the shower spray hit the walls and trickle down the bathroom tub. I bet that it was hitting Mulder too, trickling over his muscles, curving into his belly button, pouring over his heavy…oh no! God, stop it Dana, stop it! I curled over in the bed, burying my hot face into the cool pillows, willing myself to stop fantasizing about my partner. I never mean to do it and sometimes it comes upon me so fast. I began hearing strange noises coming from the bathroom. They almost sounded like soft cries of pain. I turned so that both of my ears were not obstructed by pillows and listened more closely. "Uh…uh…uh…," Mulder softly panted. "Oh my God…he's not!" I whispered to myself, sitting up on the bed. I continued listening, my face reddening with a wave of heat once more. He's not, he's not doing what I think he's doing! I scolded myself for my thoughts, but my body didn't seem to be thinking much of my own lecture. I stood up and walked over to the door, touching the moist knob in my shaky hands. My fingers jerked away as if an electrical shock were emitted from the doorknob. I closed my eyes, swallowed hard and pressed my hand back on the knob and turned. My eyes instantly darted to the clear shower door and I saw Mulder. His one hand was braced on the shower wall as he bent half way over, looking down at himself. Indeed he was doing what I had thought. His strong right hand grasped the base of his cock and he pulled tightly to the top. I blinked quickly and watched his semen quirt out of his reddened tip. I was so afraid to get caught by him that I stepped back some so that I couldn't see him anymore. And that did it, he heard the door creak and his eyes shot up straight at my baby blues. I stopped in my tracks, hoping that I'd become invisible or vanish from pure embarrassment. He slid the blurry glass door back with a screech and made full eye contact with me. His hand let go of his penis and it fell half-erect to his thigh. "Need something, Scully?" he cleared his throat noisily and spoke in a deep husky voice. "Um…gosh, I'm sorry," I sighed, looking away, blushing crimson. "I'm sorry, I hope this doesn't…offend you," he gently replied and I looked back up at him. "No…it…it…you look really…," I stopped, I couldn't even talk. My eyes could only focus on his slick erect cock and the sweaty steam in the room. "Do you want to join me?" he whispered, almost afraid that I would reject him. I looked at the floor for a moment, pondering such a move on my part. "Take your clothes off for me," he whispered again, not even looking at me. I made up my mind and shut the bathroom door. I begin peeling sticky clothing from my body nervously. I unbuttoned my black blouse with shaky fingers. I noticed for the first time as I shift to undress, the silky wetness that had pooled at my center. Mulder continued to watch me as I slipped my skirt down over my smooth hips. I stood in black high thighs, lacy panties and a matching bra. "You look…unbelievably sexy. And you're worried about a bathing suit!" he chuckled lightly, joking to relieve some tension; but it didn't work. I looked at his face then scanned his body once more, witnessing him hardening further. "I can't…maybe we shouldn't do this," I announced with barely a breath left in me. I was so aroused that I could hardly move to even remove my clothing. "Please Scully…trust me. This will be good…for us…trust me," he attempted to reassure me. I nodded, not sure if I agreed with him, but at the moment, my body was doing all the deciding. I reached behind my back and released the clasp on my bra, slowly tugging it off my shoulders and down my arms. My breasts sank gently as the wire support gave away and my nipples perked at the shivering cold air. I willed my fingers to cooperate and work faster as I slipped my high- thighs down my trembling legs. Then I grasped my panties on my hips and pushed, letting them drop on their own. I stepped out of them and walked to the opened glass shower door. My slick wet juices coated the insides of my thighs and I squirmed inwardly as I noticed how hot he had made me. I stepped into the shower with a helping hand from Mulder. He cupped me by the waist and held me up on wobbly legs. "Is this right?" I whispered as I pressed my ear to his chest, closing my eyes and reveling in the feel of his solid torso. His other hand cupped my head, tucking my hair around my shoulders. "Does it feel right?" he questioned, pressing his erection to my belly unintentionally. I could feel his urge to thrust and grind rush through me, making my insides ache to be filled with something hard and thick. Mulder lifted my head lightly, but our eye gazing was cut short. I pressed my yearning lips to his and sucked gently on his lower lip. He responded sensually, tilting his head and pressing his lips into mine, sucking and pulling. I stifled a moan and a shiver jolted my body as I felt his fingertips trace the crease of my bottom. "Oh, God," I whimpered, breaking the kiss and laying my head on his shoulder. He held me as if we were in a slow dance, just waiting. Then he pushed me away from him and he bent down, moving me to the side of the shower that had less water spray. I quickly give him a look, wondering what on earth he was about to do. Mulder lazily glided both of his hands up my legs and over my sensitive inner thighs. "Open your legs," he ordered, and I could do nothing but comply. Unsteadily I parted them and he quickly darted his face to my center. I felt him probing my inner lips with his tongue as his fingers joined the tease. "Ahh," I moaned softly, overtaken by the incredible sensations he was producing. He thrusted his tongue inside me and sought out the responsive bundle of nerves hidden in my thin patch of red curls. My head started to thrash back and forth and I thought I was going to literally collapse. "Please…," I begged. He pushed two fingers into me and placed his tongue directly on my clitoris. Feeling him thrusting inside me felt heavenly, but I wanted even more to stop this charade and grab his cock and put it in me. Yet I was so overwhelmed by the vibrations that I couldn't stop him. I *couldn't* stop him…I just kept bucking with him like my body was on "auto pilot" and my mind was nonexistent. When I calmed down, he removed his fingers, licking off the extra juices and stood back up to my level. "You are amazing…taste good too," he panted, kissing my neck and the little patch of skin over my pulse. "That felt so good," I mumbled, also kissing him and running my fingers through his sweat-soaked hair. His mouth made another journey as he nuzzled his way down to the valley of my heavy breasts. His lips clamped down on my areola, his teeth holding tightly as he suckled and pulled at my throbbing nipple. I nearly screamed at the tenderness of my breasts but I bit my lip instead, not wanting him to stop. As he continued nursing, my hands drifted down his chest seeking a little patch of hair just below his belly button. Once I found it by touch, I proceeded to hold his thick, raw penis. I fondled it from base to tip, making him groan with each stroke. One of my small hands cupped his swollen sack and rubbed his balls in through my fingers and palm. He stopped his ministrations on my nipples and his head drooped to the cradle of my neck as he concentrated hard on what I was doing to him. I continued to tug on him, smoothing my thumb over the slick tip each time until I could feel his labored breaths, panting hard against my skin. "Uh…uh…uh," he grunted lowly as I brought him to release. I moved one hand up and cupped it at the end of his tip, letting his seed spill out into my hand. He stood up straight and I let my quivering hand travel over his chest, spilling his thick milky fluids over his soft torso. He lifted his head slightly and covered his mouth with mine, this time insistently prying his tongue deeply into my mouth. He spun me around quickly and I found myself standing under freezing cold water, shivering uncontrollably. I broke the kiss instantly and reached down to turn off the water. I looked back up at Mulder breathlessly and shyly. He opened the shower door and grabbed the towel that was on the counter. "Here you go," he offered, wrapping the large, baby blue towel around my neck. "I'll get another one," he said as I stepped out. I felt his eyes outlining my snake tattoo, making me shiver once as I pulled the towel down to cover my body and proceed out of the bathroom. I shivered and got dressed quickly, listening to Mulder rustle around in the bathroom sorting toiletries and straightening up. When he emerged from the bathroom, he was dressed in navy blue cotton boxers and a gray t-shirt. I was curled up in bed in my silk pajamas pretending that I was asleep. My stomach was begging for missed dinner, which was left on a cart by the room service, but my belly still had butterflies and I didn't want another confrontation with Mulder. I knew it could go further. I could feel tension already. I wasn't sure what made me go along with Mulder's persuasive voice, enticing me into the shower. Hell, I didn't even know what made me go into the bathroom! All I knew was that I was horny to begin with, and that the attraction has always been there. But there had been no declaration of love; neither of us shouted each other's names, not even once. It was not like I thought it would be. I felt tears stinging my eyes, wishing that it meant more to him than I did. Apparently he wasn't hungry either because the bed sank as he lowered himself under the covers. He turned to his side, cuddling up very close to me as his hand snaked under my arm to hold my hip. I lightly flinched, but kept my composure. I heard a sigh from his mouth and I closed my eyes once more, drifting off into an uneasy sleep. Some Hotel Braunfels, Texas 6:45am "Rise and shine, Scully," Mulder said as he flipped the blind on the window noisily, revealing bright rays of sunlight. He was wearing what looked like swim trunks, with a beach towel thrown around his neck and sunglasses to top off his cool image. "C'mon, let's go!" he smiled enthusiastically, yanking the blankets off my body. "It's time to get up already?" I moaned, rubbing my sleepy eyes. I gave him a 'once over'- raking his tanned bare chest with my eyes. Last night's images came flooding back to me. "Yeah, get your bathing suit on and let's get rolling," he remarked as he threw a few towels and suntan lotion into a bag. He was acting as if nothing ever happened, which I found hard to do. I didn't say a word about last night, but I imagine I wasn't hiding my body language very well. I crawled out of bed and stumbled to my suitcase. I rummaged through it wondering if I even packed a bathing suit. I spied one tucked inside a large pocket. Unfortunately it had been in there for a long time and it did happen to be a two-piece. It was white with tiny, pink, purple and light blue flowers sprinkled all over it. "I guess this'll do," I mumbled to myself as I closed the bathroom door. I changed and wrapped a towel around myself, tucking one end securely under the fabric. I came out of the bathroom and Mulder was ready to go, perched in the doorway with the bag slung over his shoulder. "Ready, G-woman? Ahh…what's with the towel?" he asked, giving me a fake frown. "Let's go! I could use some sun," I admitted and shrugged off his innuendo. Schlitterbahn Water Park Braunfels, Texas 8:00am "Wow, Mulder this place is huge!" I marveled as we stood at the gates, preparing to enter the water-park. "I know…we're going to have so much fun here," he nodded, agreeing as we entered the park and opened a map. "Let's go to the Sandbar Hot Tub and get some good lounge chairs." "Sounds really good," he agreed, and we headed in that direction. Once we arrived, Mulder laid two blankets across two lounge chairs and sat on one of them, taking in the site. The park wasn't too crowded just yet, and there were only older people in this section at the moment. There was a large sculpture of a gray mountain, a cove at the bottom going slightly back in like a dark cave. A waterfall descended from the mountain, cascading in a curtain of white, crashing at the bottom to join with the warm, relaxing bubbles. "There's a refreshment bar back under there. You get in the tub and swim to it. Cool huh?" Mulder smiled and put his sunglasses in the bag, "Let's go try it!" I breathed deeply and then removed my armor, laying it down on the lounge chair with the rest of the towels. Mulder turned and looked at me, his eyes burning like fire up and down my body. He held out his hand and trembling, I put mine into his as I step into the warm soothing water. He spontaneously took a plunge, head and arms forward with a diving method as he splashed into the warm coaxing water. I soon follow suite, throwing my arms forward and pouncing into the water. We both popped up with wet heads, water dripping over our lids for a moment and then we both smiled. We swam silently under the thin waterfall and approached the refreshment bar. There were two young girls dressed in dark red, tasteful bikinis embroidered with the parks logo on their hips. "What can we get for you two?" A blonde with long thick straight hair bent down to us. "Hum…how about a snowball, the cherry kind?" he murmured and glanced at me quickly. "Um, I'll take the rainbow flavor," I quickly ordered, and Mulder took his before retreating to a corner of the pool where he sat on a ledge. "This is really great," I commented as I sat next to him, licking tiny ice balls slowly from the top of my snowball. "Yes, it is great," he agreed, biting a chunk of ice and crunching noisily. I was contented with the snack, closing my eyes and allowing the ice to melt in my hot mouth. I opened my eyes and glanced at Mulder. He was watching me before he quickly looked away, with an embarrassed boyish grin. We quickly finished up our rapidly melting treats and Mulder caught my hand in his just as he was about to speak. "I'm glad you came…I think we needed this," he emphasized, lightly massaging my hands in his. "I'm…I'm glad we're here, too. I'm having fun." "This is only the beginning, Scully, c'mon!" he jerked my hands and pulled me to my feet, jumping out of the water onto the walkway. He nearly sprinted to a wooden ramp nearby, a bright sign at the beginning specifically said 'do not run, walkway may be slippery'. I lightly chuckled and followed an exuberant Mulder to the top of a huge water slide. "Phew, Mulder…slow down! I'm out of breath!" I called. "Sounds like I need to whip you in shape, G-woman…we're almost there," he teased and grabbed my hand. Another pang of butterflies entered my stomach, this time more so than before. I could feel my hands becoming embarrassingly sweaty as we reached the top. "Welcome to the Black Knight Tunnel Slides…please keep your arms and legs inside the raft at all times…," a loud announcer came over the speaker to inform everyone of the rules and cautions. "You ready?" Mulder smiled at me and suddenly I felt giddy. I never remember ever feeling that before! "Into the dark unknown, Scully…looks like our kind of field," he mentioned as a matter of factly. I glanced down the tunnel entrance, a swarm of heat blasted my face and the smell of chlorine was enticing. The rush of water tried to push our tube from beneath us, but Mulder climbed in hastily. A park boy in red swim trunks held the raft and told me to get in. Nervously, I stepped in the front of Mulder and I felt his large hands grasp my hips, his one thumb slipping under my waistband. "You okay?" he asked, with a face of concern. I sat down and nodded positively. "Hold your ears, Mulder," I hinted and my belly was taken from under me as he gripped his hands around my ribs and stomach, pressing me tightly to his hard muscled chest. I thought I would pass out then and there, but the park boy gave us a quick shove and we were on a downward spiral. "Ahhh…oh God, Mulder!" I laughed and screamed at the same time, my body being thrown into his with each delicious curve of the tube. He tightened his grip even more and my hands fell around his, holding them there. My head fell back into the crook of his neck and I could hear him chuckling and laughing loudly in my ear. Hot air flooded my face and splashes of water washed over my legs and arms until I was completely soaked. "We're almost there!" Mulder shouted with excitement as we see the circle of light at the end of the tunnel as we approached it. I quickly grabbed my nose and closed my eyes and we both fell off the raft, plunging into a sea of water at the bottom. Once we had wiped out our eyes and smoothed out our hair, I felt Mulder's grasping hands around my waist once more. "Oh my gosh," I breathed, both from the adrenaline rush and from Mulder's surprising touch. I think he sensed my discomfort and he immediately let go. "God that was a blast!" he laughed, picking up the tube and throwing it into a pile of tubes on the side. "Yeah it was…what's next? That one over there looks neat," I pointed up into the sky at another mountain looking formation with a dark entrance. "The tunnel tube chute," I read. "Yeah we can go," he responded and we walked, hand in hand. Once again I feel butterflies and I begin to ponder if Mulder is trying to hint something to me. We are assisted onto another float for two and a shove in a slow downhill direction. "Do you know what this ride is like, Mulder?" I asked, sitting up and away from him to regain a little composure. "I think it's mostly peaceful…something about going through eerie caverns?" he said and tugged on my shoulders to sit back. I did and suddenly noticed that Mulder had a major hard-on. I silently blushed and sighed just thinking about me touching him the way I did the night before. I turned in his lap so that. I was facing him. There was only light to make out each other's faces. "What's wrong?" he queried at my change in position. We floated along gracefully, and I was a bit apprehensive of being interrupted by a sudden water surprise, but I go ahead, wanting so badly to talk to Mulder. "Nothing's wrong, Mulder. I don't know how to say this-," I began, but he interrupted me with just a touch of his hand on my thigh. "You want to talk about last night, don't you?" he seemed sad or upset and I wasn't sure how I wanted to proceed. "boy you sure do pick the oddest time to want a serious conversation," he mentioned. I sighed in frustration and he tugged on my body to turn back around and lay to his chest. I complied and rested gently, looking up at the ceiling of the quiet cavern. I could hear echoes of other families and teenagers talking behind and in front of our raft. "What did you think?" I resumed, letting him entwine my fingers in his. "I thought it was great…you were great." "Is that all?" I whispered, feeling tears well up in my eyes, afraid of rejection. "No, I was afraid I'd pushed you too far, Scully. You weren't asleep last night when I came out, were you?" "No I wasn't. I was scared to look at you after we did that," I admitted, listening to the sloshing of water beneath us. "Why would you be embarrassed? Scully…I guess you just need to hear this. I've wanted you for a long, long time…I've wanted this. Us together, having fun and being *us*." "Me too. I'm really…relieved," I sighed and tilted my head enough so that his lips could meet mine. Mulder's lips descended softly, pushing into my mouth and I opened to him. My tongue darted out on it's own accord and touched the end of his. He opened his mouth wider and our tongues began to play outside of our mouths. I had never kissed like this, erotically and I was finding it quite a task to keep from laughing, it almost tickled. His hands smoothed up over my bare belly and his thumbs stopped directly below the cups of my bikini top. "Ahh," I screamed out, pulling out of the kiss because of a surprise drop then sent both Mulder and I gripping each other tightly. Mulder followed with an, "oh shit!" and a loud, deep howl. Our eyes shut as our raft went skidding down a large drop, spraying thick blankets of water on us. "Ahhahhaa, I forgot about that big ending drop! I guess I was too preoccupied," Mulder laughed, pulling me out of the water once more. "I think I bit my tongue!" I chuckled, touching my mouth. "Want me to kiss it and make it better?" Mulder teased as I readjusted my bathing suit. "Oh haha…," I smiled, "Why don't we head back to the lounge chairs. We forgot suntan lotion." Mulder nodded and we headed back to the hot tub and lounge area. "Here, I'll do you first," he offered as he poured suntan lotion into his hands. I sat down on the chair and he sat behind me. I felt familiar apprehension as a pool of liquid arousal flooded my center. Mulder's hands pressed against my shoulders, making sure to get under all of the straps. He delicately manipulated each strap, especially the one across my back. His fingertips slip under the fabric and I could feel him fingering the clasp, wanting so desperately to take it off. Mulder thought better of it and continues massaging the lotion into my sensitive, white skin. "Thanks," I almost stuttered from the enjoyment. I stood up and we switched places. I squirted some lotion into my hand and laid them gently on Mulder's burning back. I started massaging it into his shoulders and ribs and he started these little light, but deep moans. "Ahh God, that feels so good," he told me, trying to cover up his moans. I leaned towards him unintentionally and felt my breasts press against his back. I pushed harder at the delightful feeling. "Now you're all slicked up," I announced, patting him on the bicep before realizing what I had said. "A Freudian slip, huh, Scully?" he raised an eyebrow at me and I blushed uncontrollably. "You know what?" I started back at him, realizing that I've temporally lost my ability to banter with him. He smiled understandingly and pulled on my hand. "Off to the Master Blaster," he winked and I followed him. "So what's the Master Blaster, Mulder?" "The world's first uphill water coaster! I'm excited to just see how this thing works!" he chuckled as we entered the line. There were about fifteen other groups standing in front of us. Behind us, there was a young boy and girl about nineteen years old, who were cuddled up and touching each other affectionately. The girl was giggling and the boy was whispering things into her ear. Mulder stopped staring and looked into my eyes. We both cracked a huge smile and I began to laugh, shoving my face into the crook of his neck to conceal my chuckles. "Hey Scully, do you want me to whisper things to you?" he whispered jokingly in my ear, nipping at my gold necklace with his lips as he did. "Honestly…," I whispered back, "I can't take this anymore. Can you to take me back to the hotel?" I smiled daringly, and he seemed to get my drift. We started walking out of the line and towards the lounge chairs to get our stuff. "That line was too long anyway," he joked as he threw our bag over his shoulder. "Are you sure you're okay with this, Mulder? This place is a blast, but I really…" "Hey I'm onto you…and it's okay. I got weekend passes. We can come back tomorrow. I'd rather pursue what you have in mind at the moment," he grinned as we got into the car, laying towels on the seats quickly before we sat. Some Hotel New Braunfels, Texas 11:00am Mulder fumbled with the hotel keys as he attempted to let us into the room. I sensed he was nervous and I was getting butterflies myself. Once the door opened he threw the bag down on the floor beside a chair and turned to me, quickly pressing his lips to mine. I was startled and pulled back for a moment. Mulder looked at me as if I was protesting. I lightly smiled and darted towards him to kiss properly. I opened my mouth to him slightly and he angled his lips perpendicular to mine. He sucked gently on my lips and I traced his lips with my tongue. Mulder's tongue rushed out to play, licking the end of mine. He deepened the kiss immediately, and that's when his hands began roaming up and down my body feverishly. "I want to see you again," he mumbled, kissing my neck and smoothing his lips over my collarbone. His fingers grazed down my delicate skin, sliding the bathing suit straps off my shoulders. I pulled my arms out of the loops and the cloth clung loosely to my breasts. My hands wandered over his chest, noticing the thick scent of suntan lotion on his oily skin. My fingernails raked through softly sprinkled chest hair until they caught at his nipples. I stopped kissing him and watched my fingers as I pinched one of his nipples lightly. "Hummmmm…I think I like that," Mulder moaned. I bent forward and closed my mouth around the little pink nub, lightly flicking it with my tongue. I heard another moan and I could feel him trying to grind against my wobbly legs. Without warning, he pushed my top down until it was scrunched at my middle. He groped my breasts, lifting them to weigh them and touched my nipples to see if they'd pucker. When my mouth left his chest, he pulled me down on top of him on the bed. "Mulder, ohhh yesss," I moaned quietly as he ran his fingers under my bathing suit bottoms, lightly tickling my butt and making me buck into him. We resumed our passionate kissing, and my hands traveled south to grasp his heavy cock that was being squeezed between us. "I want you on top," he murmured while kissing my neck. "Why does it matter?" I questioned, recalling that I have never made love in this position. "I-I don't want to push you. You do what feels right," he explained, while combing my hair as I cuddled on his chest. "I've never…tried it this way, unfortunately." "Never too late to try," he whispered and I lifted my head. Mulder's hand cupped my face gently and his thumb caressed my cheek. I started to blush and I looked away, finding it hard to look at his aroused eyes. I looked down, tugging off his damp swim shorts. I slid them down slowly, closing my eyes until they're off and on the floor. I finally looked up and saw his straining penis is strong and hot with blood. "Whoa…oh my!" I gasped, my face feeling like fire, filled with both arousal and embarrassment. I briefly thought that Accidentally, I began to giggle and Mulder smiled. "C'mere," Mulder beckoned with a curl of a finger. I crawled back up his body and rest on his chest, feeling his tip pushing against my slick entrance. His hands cover my bottom, pulling and massaging my ass as I started pushing myself down on him. My eyes closed and so did his as I leaned back and sank down on him completely. "Oh, wow, God that feels so great!" I gasped as I breathed out. "Please move…oh, God please…," Mulder begged. His sweaty palms clung to my hips and I started to thrust down on him. I wasn't exactly sure how this position worked but I quickly found out that it felt good. "Help me, Mulder," I cried, getting frustrated because I couldn't get my body moving the way I wanted. He sat up, shoving pillows behind his back. I was now cradled in his lap and he could thrust with me. "Faster…I need to come so bad," I screamed. "Ahh, God, me too," he whispered, leaning his head against my shoulder. My hands clasped his neck, feeling the sweaty tendrils of hair. My hands slid and grabbed a hold of his shoulders. The only sound in the room came from our heavy breathing. Our kissing muffled out the wet slapping of our bodies until I felt Mulder's release spill into me with hot strokes--I felt him before I heard him. "Ummmmm," he groaned in long drawn out syllables. It felt incredible for me, but it wasn't enough and he knew it. Mulder reached his hand between us and pressed his fingers hard to my clitoris. It was such a sensitive spot at that point in our love making that I exploded. My body was covered in a sheen of sweat and I whimpered with overwhelming pleasure. "Mulder, Ohhh, God!" I screamed one final time and I fell back. He rocked us from our sitting position and I fell to the bed, Mulder's head landed softly on my belly. His legs scattered to one side, mine to the other. "You…ohhh, wow," Mulder breathed deeply, skimming his fingers over my glowing body. I lay there panting, focusing on the amount of wetness between my legs that was becoming uncomfortable. Mulder crawled off of me and slid up until his head fell into a soft fluffy synthetic pillow. My eyes were closed and my mouth was gaping for air as my tongue swiped my lips in order to regain some moisture in my cavity. Mulder propped himself up on one arm and let the other drift to my breasts, tracing his fingers around my round curves. My eyes shot open and I turned to face him. Our eyes searched each other's for a moment and then I looked down, moving his hand to my hip as I turned to see him better. I briefly felt a pang of guilt coursing through my body. For some reason, things didn't feel right to me. Maybe I had moved a little to fast for myself, I thought. My hand held one of his hips firmly as I began to speak. "Mulder…" "Yes?" he answered quickly as he closed his eyes. "When we were in Dallas…before the bee, did you really want that kiss?" "Yes, I did." "So it wasn't just to make me stay?" "Listen, Scully, you seem to think every time I want to do something sexual with you it's about making you stay. Yes I want you to be with me forever, but I would have thought you'd have known I love you more than to pull a trick like that." "I'm sorry…I should have trusted you. But this is…new. I'm just not sure how this will work out once we get back to D.C." "Why should things be any different? Are you implying this is a one time thing?" "I don't want to loose what we have. We had so much fun today…," "Answer the question." "I just don't know what I want yet," I tried to explain as tears began to well up in my eyes. "What are you afraid of?" he asked me, attempting to lift his hand to my cheek, but I closed my eyes and he stopped. "Mulder…we acted like normal people today. It felt wonderful, and now we have to return to real life. I'm not sure this aspect of us is healthy for me or us as colleagues." "What do you mean, healthy?" "Emotionally. Mulder, we've fulfilled each other physically, but, as much as I love you, I can't handle the pressure." "Pressure? No one pushed you into anything, Scully! I can't believe this is coming out of your mouth!" Mulder raised his voice some as he sat up and propped himself against pillows. I coiled some sheets around myself and sat up also. "Listen, maybe we can try this again when things calm down." "Try this again later? Is that what you really want? Sex whenever it's good for you? It doesn't matter that I love you or want to be with you? Ahh I can't believe this!" "Mulder, I'm just confused. I almost lost my life in Antarctica." "That has nothing to do with anything and you know it!" "Well…I can't help but think all this happened between us just because of the situations we were put in." "Well wouldn't all our reactions come from situations?" "I just need time to think. I'm not saying it's impossible. I'm not saying I don't want to be your lover permanently. I'm just saying I need some space, this is a lot for me," I said. "You can have all the space you need," Mulder mumbled as he stood up and began pulling on his boxers. "You know, why don't you just admit it? Denial is the last brick holding your wall and it's scaring you." "Mulder you're taking this the wrong way. I don't mean to hurt you!" "It's okay, Scully. You know…I know you so well you don't even have to explain any further. I know you're afraid of loosing control. I know that you're afraid of loosing control of yourself because you can't think of anything else. And I know it frightens you that you have to try to work with me after this and still maintain your composure. I want you to know that I think of nothing but you, and how much I love you. I see now *I've* lost all control in this situation. I thought…I thought when we took this trip, that things were gonna get better, guess I was wrong," "What do you want me to do?" I pleaded as he pulled on his blue jeans. "I want you to figure out what you want, and when you do, I'll be waiting for you. Because no matter how many fights we have, no matter much you need to analyze, I'll be there for you. You can find me in the FBI's most unwanted office," he explained as he grabbed his bag and left the hotel room. The door clicked shut quietly. He kept calm through all his frustration. I was surprised that my tears have yet to fall as I sat there contemplating on going after him. But I didn't. I just replayed that whole scene in my mind, and wondered how on earth I let my brain screw it all up. I let myself fall back into the pillows and I rolled to my side, snuggling the blankets as my tears began to stroll from the corners of my eyes and down my cheeks. I could smell Mulder in the bed, felt the warmth the sheets still held, the scent of our lovemaking lingering and I was left to drown in my own stupidity. To be continued… (in a new fic at a later time ;) pulled a real CC didn't I?