TITLE:      TOYS 101
AUTHOR:     DONNILEE
E-MAIL:     DONNILEE@SNET.NET
CATEGORY:   MSR
RATING:     NC-17
SUMMARY:    I went and did it!  I made a purchase.  Now I'm just a
little nervous for some reason.
DISCLAIMER: I take no responsibility for the actions of my other
personalities.  They have minds of their own and I have no control.
Oh!  You mean the characters?  No, unfortunately, they are not mine,
although I use them shamelessly and without remorse.
SPOILERS:   NOPE.
DEDICATION: This one is dedicated to Sdani, whose propensity for
hilarious, understated one-liners gave a spurt of inspiration for this
story.
THANKS:     To my beta reader, Sdani, who jumped in as always when she
was needed. Hugs and kisses!  Also, thanks to XL and Mims for the
little
shove to write this one.

PART 1 (PG)
DANA SCULLY'S APARTMENT
GEORGETOWN, D.C.
FRIDAY NIGHT - 09:00 PM

*Add this to your shopping cart*

The flashing button screamed at me as my finger hovered over the left
mouse button.  Should I really do this?  What the hell was I
thinking coming to this web site?

I was desperate ... so what?  No one had to know.  The small print
promised it would arrive in a plain brown wrapper.  No nosey neighbor
would wander by my door and see a package with the company's name and
address on it, or any obscene logo giving away the contents.

I NEEDED this.  I deserved it.  I was a healthy adult female in the
prime of my life, at my sexual peak.  Why shouldn't I?

I took a deep breath and clicked firmly on the button.  I hit the
finish and pay button, entering my credit card number, hoping my name
wouldn't be all over the net now.  The privacy statement promised
confidentiality.  I supposed they wouldn't stay in business long if
they didn't hold to that.

Kimberly had jokingly thrown out the name of the site to me during a
ribald conversation about taking care of her needs solo until Matt,
her latest conquest had come along.  I'd smiled a phony smile of
camaraderie and laughed obligingly.  Inside I'd felt like a fool.

Her easy confidence about her sexuality had made me feel inadequate
and the recent welling of my own sexual frustration had surged to the
surface.  The thoughts wouldn't leave me alone.

I was tired of working so hard at release, using only my own fingers
and contorting into positions of which Houdini would be proud just to
be able to use both hands at the same time.

I felt a lump rise up in my throat and I swallowed heavily around it.
I was so frustrated I could scream.  Six years.  It had been six years
since I'd had sex.

To make matters worse I had to walk around day in and day out with Mr.
Raw Sexuality on a Stick, one Fox Mulder, Special Agent with the FBI.
His easy comfort level with his sexuality exceeded even Kimberly's.
He was comfortable in his own skin.  He might not have all he wanted
but he didn't walk around like an unlit sparkler just waiting for
someone to light a match.

I checked all my information again and hit SUBMIT.  The screen cleared
and flashed a message:  Your order will arrive in four to six weeks.
If it doesn't, call this number.

I jotted the number down and backed up to the main page, staring at
the picture of my latest journey to find a cure for Angry, Lonely and
Tired.  Three perpetual states that seemed to be a constant in my life
nowadays.

I sighed and shut down the computer, wondering what the hell to do
with myself now.  I was going to be even more frustrated now, waiting
for it to arrive.  Four to six weeks suddenly seemed like a long time.
I'd gone 35 years without it, I supposed four to six weeks really
shouldn't make a difference.

I smiled, a devilish feeling of accomplishment washing over me.  I'd
just had a breakthrough, silly as it may seem.  I'd leapt over the
hurdle of my own guilt and self-imposed shame and gone and done
something to help myself.

It would be my secret and no one ever had to know.

I went and did it!  I made a purchase!  Now, I was just a little
nervous for some reason.

I leapt out of the computer chair and did a little happy dance across
the living room, arms in the air, hips swaying from side to side.  I
began to giggle and then laugh.

Just then, the phone rang, jarring me out of my bubble of happy
contemplation.  I stared at it, sitting on the table next to the
computer as if it were an alien object.  Its jarring ring blasted
through the apartment again and I sighed.

My feeling of giddiness left me and now I was hit with another
sensation.  I was nervous.  How was I supposed to act now that I knew
I'd gone and done this?

The urge to tell someone was bubbling up in me, but I knew I had to
keep it to myself.  The third ring sounded and I shook myself, jumping
for the phone.  I raised the cradle just as the answering machine
kicked in.

{Hello, you've reached 467-2038, please leave a message ....}

"Just a second!" I hollered over my own phone, stabbing at the OFF
button to get the stupid tape to shut up.

I sighed, "Hello."

[Scully?]

It was Mulder and he sounded amused.

"Yes, hi Mulder, what's up?"

[Absolutely nothing, how's that?]

"Excuse me?"

[I'm calling for no reason at all, isn't that strange?]

"Mulder, when you start making sense, I'll let you know, all right?" I
teased.

He chuckled.  [Actually I lied.  I did call for a reason.]

"What's that?" I asked, rolling my eyes wondering what bizarre case
file he was going to throw at me now.

 His voice became perfectly level and serious.  [I wanted to hear your
voice.]

"Huh?" I asked stupidly.

I heard him take a breath.  [I wanted to hear your voice.  I ...
missed you.]

"Mulder, I just left you a few hours ago."

[I know.  Pretty pathetic, huh?]

I didn't know what to say.  He seemed so vulnerable at moments like
this and I always wanted to make him feel better.  Although I was a
caretaker at heart, that's not what our relationship was about.
Sometimes though the urge to comfort him was nearly overwhelming.

"What's wrong, Mulder?"

[Nothing, really.]

"You can tell me."

Another sigh whispered over the line.  [I'm sick of spending my
weekends alone, Scully.  I'm sick of coming home to this empty
apartment and ordering take-out Chinese and eating alone on my couch.
I'm tired of watching triple XXX movies alone on my couch. I'm just
... SICK of it.]

"Why don't you come over?" I heard myself suggesting.  "I'll order a
pizza and we'll eat take-out together and be pathetic together."

He chuckled now.  [You don't have to invite me over, Scully.  I don't
even know where that came from.  I just wanted to talk to someone.]

"It's all right.  I could use the company."  I needed something to
take my mind of my purchase.  Although having Mr. Raw Sexuality on a
Stick here in front of me might not be the best distraction.

[Don't you get enough of me during the week?]

Before my brain could engage and stop me I said, "I'll never get
enough of you, Mulder."

He gasped.  I barely heard it but he gasped.  My fingers tightened on
the receiver.  What the HELL was the matter with me?  I make a
purchase and suddenly I can't keep my mouth shut?  What the hell?

Finally he responded, [Good to know, Scully.  'Cause I can't get
enough of you either.]

His voice was low and sultry and I shivered.  What exactly did he mean
by that?  I didn't dare ask.  Don't go there, I told myself.  "Let me
off this phone, you moocher, so I can order pizza.  This time you're
paying for half."

[You're on.] he said, accepting my abrupt change of subject, away from
the tension that rose up between us from time to time.

I wondered if we would ever be able to hurdle the awkwardness that
flared up when we got close.  It would be ironic after years of
celibacy and finally making a purchase, if we were to get together
now.  I swallowed, pushing the thoughts down.  Wouldn't do for me to
think that way.  I was trying to avoid depression, not spiral into it.

"See you in a few, Mulder."

"Yeah, later," he mumbled and disconnected the call.

I hit the disconnect button and dialed the local pizza parlor,
ordering a large pie with pepperoni on half and mushrooms on the
other.  Mulder loved the pepperoni but it was too much salt for me.  I
liked the mushrooms.  I could kid myself into thinking it wasn't so
bad for me if I was eating mushrooms.

I hung up and looked down at myself, realizing I was wearing my mens
silk pajamas and immediately headed for the  bedroom to change into
some clothes.

I stopped in the door to the bedroom and rested my hand on the door
jamb.  I wonder what he would do if I answered the door dressed
like this?

I knew Mulder cared for me, loved me even.  It had become rather
obvious over the years, however, that physically, I was not his type.
That thought hurt more than it should have and I was suddenly filled
with the devilish urge again to do something outrageous.

I knew intellectually, that by most people's standards, answering the
door in men's pajamas that covered you from neck to ankle was not
outrageous.  For me though, it was out of character not to greet my
guests, even Mulder with less than anything but a tidy appearance.  I
wasn't wearing a bra.

I smiled and suddenly wanted to see what his reaction would be if he
were to see the real Dana Scully.  I went into the bathroom and washed
off all my make up.  I ran wet fingers through my hair, mussing it up
a little and letting the stray strands curl up.

I put a little lip-gloss on and that was it.  I ventured into the
kitchen and started a pot of coffee.  Pizza and coffee, a combination
sure to inspire heartburn.  While I was at it, I pulled the Tums out
of the cupboard.

I sighed and wandered back into the living room.  I was restless and
went over to the CD player and chose some CDs, loaded up the player
and put it on random play, turning the volume low.

I settled on the couch with the latest copy of JAMA that graced my
coffee table and began thumbing through it.

XXXXXXXXX

The doorbell finally rang and it was Mulder, as I suspected, beating
the pizza to my door.  I swung the door open and he smiled widely at
me, stepping past me into the living room and swinging his leather
jacket off his shoulders.

He turned as I closed the door that had been previously blocking my
body from his sight.

He sucked in a breath and dropped his jacket on the floor.  I grinned
and said as casually as I could,   "Here, I'll get it," and bent down
to pick it up off the floor, bending at  the waist, knowing I was
probably giving him an eyeful.

I heard him swallow a small grunt and grinned internally.  So he
wasn't immune after all, huh?

I stood and hung his jacket in the closet and turned to face him.  He
was still standing there staring at me, not having moved an inch.

"Come in and get comfortable.  'Scuse my jammies," I added,
proud of the casual tone of my voice.

"Yeah, uh, hi Scully," he finally said.

"Coffee?"

"Yeah, that would be good."

I made my way into the kitchen, swaying my hips a little more than
usual but nothing blatant.  I could feel his eyes on my back boring
holes through the fabric of my silk top.  I felt warmth flood through
me and I quickly made our coffee the way we liked it and returned to
the living room.  He'd taken off his boots and had his feet on my
coffee table.

I raised an eyebrow at him and he shrugged, grinning sheepishly.  "Do
you mind?"

I smiled at him.  "No, I guess not.  At least you took your boots off
this time."

"Don't have to tell me twice."

Our fingers brushed as he took his coffee cup and I swear I saw him
shiver.  I sat on the opposite end of the couch and said, "So what
should we talk about 'til the pizza gets here?"

He turned to look at me again and his eyes traveled over my chest.  I
was suddenly acutely aware of the fact that my nipples were rigid and
taut with excitement, clearly outlined by the silk of my top.  I
glanced down and hunched my shoulders a bit.

I was suddenly uncomfortable and wondered where all my courage had
come from a few minutes ago.  It was gone now.  Well, Rome wasn't
built in a day, I told myself.

I set my coffee down and mumbled, "I guess I better put something else
on."

I went to stand up and his hand came down on my thigh, stopping me in
my tracks.  His hand was like a hot brand, searing me through the
flimsy fabric.

"No, be comfortable, Scully.  I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to stare.  I'm
just not used to seeing you like this."

"Like this?" I asked, cursing the breathy sound of my voice.

"All relaxed and casual ... dressed for bed."

My eyes caught his and our gazes locked.  I watched fascinated as his
pupils dilated.  "Let me get a sweater."

He took his hand back and didn't stop me this time when I stood and
nearly ran into the bedroom.  I pressed my hands to my cheeks and took
a deep breath, opening the closet and pulling a big bulky cardigan
from the hanger.  I slipped it on and felt some tension ease away.  I
slipped my bare feet into the moccasins I used for slippers.  I
straightened my shoulders, armor back in place and marched back into
the living room just in time to hear the door bell ring.

I changed course and answered the door, paying the man for the pizza.
I went to the kitchen to get paper plates after handing the pie to
Mulder.  Was it going to be all awkward now?

His voice reached me around the corner.  "Hey Scully.  How about a
game of Scrabble after we eat?"

I smiled, knowing he was restoring the status quo.  "Sounds good!" I
hollered back and headed back with my paper plates and a knife.


PART 2 (NC-17)
DANA SCULLY'S APARTMENT
GEORGETOWN, D.C.
FIVE WEEKS LATER

After my little casual dressing experiment five weeks ago, it seemed
to me that every time I looked up, Mulder was watching me.  It was the
most disconcerting thing.

If I was honest with myself, I'd secretly coveted having Fox Mulder's
undivided attention.  I'd wanted him to notice me as a woman, not just
as a friend and partner.  Now that he was, it was driving me insane,
and I wondered how long it was going to be before I lost it and
screamed, 'Stop Looking At Me!'

He was noticing me as a woman now.  I knew he was, and he was making
no secret of it either.  He hadn't said anything, but he watched me
constantly.  I would catch him staring at my mouth while I talked.  I
wondered if he had heard a word I said.  Without consciously deciding
to do so, I was wearing skirts with shorter hemlines and blouses with
lower necklines.

He invaded my space more frequently and for longer periods of time,
seeming to press his advantage a little more than usual.  It might be
my imagination but it seemed that he guided me with his usual hand on
my low back, riding a little lower than usual, caressing the beginning
swell of my back side and nearly making me stumble in surprise a few
times.  He was testing my boundaries.  I knew it and yet, I couldn't
seem to stop him.  As uncomfortable as I was, I couldn't stop him.  I
knew this was all coming to a head.  Eventually one of us was going to
have to say something.

Unfortunately, I didn't think it was going to be me.

I went home that night and found the plain brown package outside my
door.  My heart beat fast as I picked it up and unlocked the door,
hurrying inside and dropping my coat and purse over the back of the
couch in my haste.

I sat on the couch and stared at it as if it held the mysteries of the
universe.  In a way, it did.  I waited for the usual spurt of Catholic
guilt that made me feel like I was a depraved girl sneaking cigarettes
out of her mother's pack.

It didn't come.  I was mildly annoyed to find my hands trembling as I
ripped the tape off the end and pulled the tab that opened the padded
envelope.  It felt heavier than I had expected.  It must have come
with starter batteries.  I cautiously tipped the envelope up and it
slid out into my lap.  I stared at it.

My first vibrator.

It was six inches long and an inch and half in diameter.  It was
covered in something they called cyber skin.  The realistic
representation took me a little by surprise.  I carefully picked it up
and held it up in front of my face, my eyes tracing the lines of the
veins presented in the rubber.  It had a thick circumcised head.

There was a screw cap on the end and I opened it peering inside.
There were indeed batteries already in it, two AA size batteries.  I
screwed it back on and when I turned it firmly it jumped to life in my
hand, startling me.  I yelped and dropped it in my lap and then began
to laugh, grabbing it and twisting the base to shut it off.

I turned it slowly this time, feeling the level of vibration increase
as I turned it clockwise.  I smiled.

"Party time," I whispered and then laughed at my own foolishness.

I took a nice, long bubble bath.  Then I proceeded to light some
cinnamon scented candles in the bedroom and pour myself a big goblet
of wine.

I stripped naked and laid down on the bed, forming a ramp of pillows
and leaned back relaxing.  I watched shadows play along the walls as
the candles flickered.  I sipped my wine and took deep breaths,
relaxing.  I felt clean and energized.

I hummed as the sweet wine slid down my throat.  By the time I drained
the large goblet, I could feel a slight buzz from the alcohol and I
was relaxed.  I had needed a little liquid relaxation for this first
time out on the track.

I picked up the trashy romance novel from my nightstand and flipped to
the juicy part in the middle.  I read until I felt the familiar tingle
between my legs.  I dropped the book and slid my hands down, caressing
myself and pinching my nipples into hardness before proceeding down to
spread my wetness around and up over my clit.

I moaned softly and picked up the new toy.  I'm sure there were lots
of things you could do with this thing, but I decided to go easy my
first time.

I heard a creak like someone walking on the floorboards and I froze,
nervousness washing over me.  When I heard nothing for the next few
moments, I decided it must have been my imagination.

I got up on my knees and placed the fake cock on the bed, base down on
the comforter.  I rubbed the head back and forth in my wetness and
sighed.  It felt so good to have anything touch me there besides my
own fingers.

I eased myself down slowly, feeling the head press my lips open and
slide easily inside.  I closed my eyes and pictures of Mulder flashed
behind my eyelids.  The looks he'd been sending my way lately.  The
hooded eyes, the plump lower lip, that talented tongue shucking
sunflower seeds.

I moaned and let my weight press it up further inside me.  I slid down
slowly, feeling my neglected muscles stretch over the soft, firm
rubber of the dildo.

One hand held it in place, the other cupped my breast and then pinched
my nipple.  I began lifting myself up and down slowly, whimpering at
the sensations.  "So long," I whispered aloud.

It felt so good to be filled up.  I found myself riding it faster and
faster, tilting it so the head angled forward.  I bent at the waist
and it hit my G-spot.

I shrieked and felt myself start to orgasm.  What surprised me was
what I shrieked, "Mulder!"

My vagina spasmed relentlessly.  It verged on pain it was so good.
The release shook my body and I felt all my muscles tense and then
release.

I moaned as the endorphins flooded my body and I flopped back on the
bed, landing hard on my back, the wonderful toy still wedged inside
me, my aftershocks still twinging the muscles.

I smiled and stretched and then gently pulled it out.  I gasped at the
slight feeling of soreness.  I guess that was to be expected.  It had
been a long time since anything had been up there.

I grabbed some tissues from the box on the nightstand and wiped myself
and then the toy.  I needed to wash it off, but I felt so lethargic
and relaxed at the moment, I didn't want to move.

I closed my eyes, deciding I would just rest and enjoy this feeling a
bit longer.  It dawned on me that I hadn't even turned on the
vibrator.  Oh yeah, there was lots more fun to be had with this
thing.

I was officially a toy convert.  It had the Dr. Dana Scully Stamp of
Approval.  I lifted the rubber tip to my mouth and puckered my lips
giving it a quick kiss.  I laughed again and said out loud.  "You are
my new best friend."


PART 3 (NC-17)
MERRYALL BED AND BREAKFAST
WOODBURY, CT
TWO WEEKS LATER

It's official.  I'm a toy addict.  Once having tasted the forbidden
fruit of release, I was hooked.  Nothing relaxed me the way a good
orgasm did.  It was a revelation to me.  I spent only a few seconds
regretting all the years I had deprived myself of this form of
relaxation.  Now I knew why Mulder jerked off so often.

Oh yeah, I knew he jerked off all the time.  Probably nightly.  He was
a sensual man. I didn't spend years hearing porn flicks play on the
other side of hotel doors and stay ignorant of his nightly habits.  I
had never considered myself overly passionate but now I could hardly
get to sleep without it.

I tried to resist Monty a few nights just to see if I could do it.  I
would last an hour or so laying in bed and then I would start
rationalizing.  Well, what difference does it make?  I'll get it out
of my system soon.

Yeah, I named it.  So what?

I really should try to go a night without it.

But then I would wonder why I was depriving myself.  What for?  What
was the point?  And I would toss and turn, knowing my brain wouldn't
let me fall asleep until I'd had my nightly release, a shuddering
orgasm at end of a vibrating hunk of rubber and plastic.

We were on our first trip into the field in quite a while.  I debated
back and forth whether to bring it with me.  Could I use it in a hotel
room with Mulder next door?  Would he hear the buzzing from the
vibrator?  Surely, I could go a few nights without it.

As I headed for the door with my suitcase and garment bag draped over
my shoulder, I stopped at the door, dropping my luggage on the floor
and ran back into the bedroom.  I dug into my underwear drawer, pulled
it out and trotted back into the living room, slipping it into the
side flap of my luggage.  "Okay, Monty, you can come."

Monty, the full Monty.  I laughed at my own stupid joke.

The sense of relief was almost instant.  It was with me.  I would be
Okay.  I had a moment of chagrin as I realized I was acting like an
obsessed groupie over a hunk of plastic, but then pushed it aside.  I
wasn't hurting anyone.

I know Mulder had noticed how much more relaxed I was.  I talked more
and laughed more.  I even flirted with him some now.  That took him by
surprise the first few times but he adjusted quickly and escalated his
innuendo to epic proportions, still testing the boundaries.

XXXXXXXXX

We'd talked to the police and conducted quite a few interviews today.
The murder had taken place in a house that was built in the 1800's.
The legend was that the house was haunted and it had stood unoccupied
for the last twenty years or so.  Some kids had smelled the body and
alerted the police.  The body was badly decaying by the time it was
removed to the morgue.

It didn't tell us much because of its condition.  I was
still able to discern ligature marks on the neck of the female victim.
Of course, the murder now fueled all the old legends of haunting in
the house.  I was convinced this was exactly what the killer wanted to
happen.  All the attention on the haunting would deflect attention
from a real suspect.

Mulder, of course, thought otherwise and began to regale me with
stories of murderous poltergeists.  In any event, we'd done what we
could do for the day.  We'd eaten dinner downstairs and were now in
for the evening.  I'd taken a shower and laid down on the bed in a tee
shirt and panties to read my book.

The familiar sound of the Playboy Channel filtered through the walls.
I tried to ignore it as I read and felt my nipples harden against my
tight, spaghetti strap tee.

I tried to concentrate on my book.

*With fluid agility, he immediately changed her angle by
bringing her legs down from around his hips, positioning them straight
under him.  He gripped her thighs close together as he remained snug
within her.*

Well, this wasn't helping!  I gave up and threw the book aside,
sliding my legs over the side of the bed and marching to my suitcase,
retrieving Monty.

I ripped my tee shirt over my head and threw it the floor in
frustration.  My panties quickly followed.  I lay down on the bed,
teasing my nipples with one hand and stroking my inner thighs with the
other.

I sighed loudly and picked up Monty, stroking my clitoris gently,
dipping just inside my labia and pulling back out.  I turned it on the
lowest setting and let the vibrations wash through me as I ran the tip
over my inner thighs, into my navel and over each nipple.  I dipped
back down and laid it alongside my clitoris, feeling my body tense
with delicious arousal as I flooded myself with more wetness.

I flipped onto my stomach, supporting my weight on one elbow, that
hand's fingers pinching my nipple harder as my arousal brought the
familiar numbness to my areola.  The more aroused I was, the more
abuse my breasts could endure.

I slipped Monty inside and turned the vibrations up higher, moaning
quite loudly, lost in my arousal as I began stroking it in and out of
my body.  The world faded away as it usually did.

I pictured Mulder's hands sliding over my body from behind, cupping my
breasts and squeezing them.  I squeezed my own breast and groaned.

"Oh yeah," I breathed out as I felt my entire lower body tense with my
impending orgasm.

I began really jamming Monty inside me with rapid, hard strokes as I
gripped it between my legs, my arm squished beneath me.  I spread my
legs wide and pulled up slightly on my knees for a better angle.  I
could hold Monty still in this position and simply post up and down on
the silky hardness.  I angled it forward and began lifting and
lowering my ass.

I briefly wondered what I must look like but a wave of sensation
washed away the thought.  I felt sweat break out on my hairline and
sped up, knowing my orgasm was imminent.  I stopped for a mere second
to turn the vibrator up to top speed, forgetting that it was fairly
loud on this setting.  Of course, my moans were probably louder at
this point.

I pictured Mulder's hands on my hips, ramming his cock into me from
behind and I contracted my muscles tightly around Monty, feeling the
vibrations flow through abdomen.

The backs of my legs tingled and my crotch cringed.  Finally, release
came and I moaned loudly,  "Ohhh, Gooodd, yes, Muullddeerr!"

A loud, masculine groan broke through my sexual haze and I jerked my
head up off the pillow, unable to stop the orgasm now in progress. I
panted, feeling my walls tremble and gripped Monty in a frantic tattoo.

I fumbled, coming up on all fours as quickly as I was able, turning
Monty off and ripping him out of my vagina.  I shrieked as I turned
and saw Mulder standing next to the bed wearing nothing but boxer
briefs.

I scrambled to grab the bed spread and pull one side over my naked
form.  His hand shot out and grabbed the comforter, yanking it
forcefully out of my hand and I yelped, "Ahhh, Mulder!"

My eyes finally locked with his. He was panting harshly as he gazed at
me, boring a hole into my mind with the force of his stare.  He wore a
look of such unbridled lust I shivered at the sight of it.

He held my gaze as his thumbs hooked into his boxers and slid them
down his legs.  I gasped at the sight of his erection, full and
standing tall from the nest of dark hair between his legs.

Oh boy.  He was bigger than Monty, I thought.  I almost giggled at
this incongruous thought, but then I went completely blank as he
crawled onto the bed on all fours and moved to hover over top of me.

He hadn't spoken a word yet.  But now he swallowed noisily and spoke,
his voice rough and low.  "So beautiful."

"Mulder, please, we shouldn't ..."

"You said my name, Scully."

"What?"

"You said my name.  When you climaxed ... you ... said ... MY ...
NAME!" he nearly shouted into my face.

I felt the color drain from my head as I realized he was right.  In my
embarrassment at being caught, I hadn't even given that a thought.  My
vocalizations often ended with his name before, during and after, but
all I'd thought about was covering myself up.

He stared at me now, waiting for a response.  I could feel his cock
throbbing against the tender skin of my inner thigh as he hovered on
all fours.  I didn't know what to say.

A few moments of silence passed and then he said, "Cat's out of the
bag now, Scully, and I'm not waiting anymore."

"Waiting?  For what?"

"THIS!" he hissed.  His mouth descended on mine, his body quickly
following and pinning me to the bed.  I shuddered underneath him at
the feel of his skin against mine.  His flesh was smooth and hot,
sending a jolt of pleasure through my body.

His kisses weren't brutal, but they were insistent and I had no choice
but to open my mouth to him.  I nearly swooned at the feel of his wet,
hot tongue gliding over mine in an obscene dance.  I moaned into his
mouth and he shivered, pulling away from my mouth, only to move lower
and kiss my jaw line and begin kissing my neck.  One arm supported his
weight on his elbow as that hand toyed with my hair, then cupped the
back of my head.

His other arm reached down between us to test my readiness and he
moaned as his fingers slid through the slick wetness between my
thighs.  He murmured as he kissed me everywhere, my neck, collarbones
and the valley between my breasts not escaping his hot, warm mouth.
"So long I've waited ... waited for a sign from you."

Kiss. Kiss. Kiss.

"A sign?" I squeaked.

Kiss. Kiss.  LICK!

"That you were ready for me."

Kiss. Kiss. LICK!

"Ready ...?"

God help me.  Fox Mulder is suckling on my nipple!  Hard, firm suction
as his tongue swirls around my areola.  He nipped at my turgid bud and
I arched my back off the bed involuntarily, unwittingly offering
myself to  him.

He hummed in the back of his throat and moved to the other nipple.

"I wasn't sure," he murmured.

"Mulder ..."

"But you do ... you want me.  Just as much as I want you, don't you?"

He lifted his head and looked at me, watching my face as two fingers
slid inside me and stroked gently.  I gasped and moved my mouth,
finding no words.

I must look like a fucking guppy, I thought.

He smiled, a slow, lazy smile and settled closer to me, removing his
fingers and guiding his rather large manhood to my entrance.  I
gasped, and said, "Mulder, we should talk about this."

He paused and then said, "No more talking."  And he shoved himself
inside me in one long, hard stroke, bottoming out against my cervix
and making me cry out. "OOOHHH!"

His eyes closed and drew in breath through clenched teeth, struggling
for control.  Moments passed as we both panted and reached for some
semblance of control.

He finally gave up and said, "Oh fuck, Scully.  Forgive me, I just
have to have you, NOW!"

He began retreating and slamming back into me.  My legs lifted to wrap
around his waist and my hands anchored onto his biceps.  He stared at
me, his eyes blinking shut with every stroke.

His voice was low and tortured as he stuttered, never stopping his
stroking.  "Oh." IN. "God" OUT. "Oh." IN. "So good." OUT. "Scully."
IN.  "Scully." OUT. "You're." IN. "MINE!" OUT!

He stopped speaking and hunched up on his knees, beginning to nail me
to the mattress with incredible speed and force.  My entire body went
limp, my resistance gone.  I could no longer process the sensations
and signals my body were sending me.

The wet slap of our sweaty bodies was the only sound for a minute or so
and then he cried out, "Say my name, Scully.  Oh God, say my name!"

I groaned at the impact of a particularly hard thrust and felt myself
fall over the precipice, lights flashing behind my eyelids as waves of
pleasure washed over me.  "AAAAHHHH, Mmuullddeerrrrr!"

"Oh yeah!" he cried and I felt him throb inside me, growing larger for
a second and then pulsing through his release, his hips shortening
their strokes but still slamming into me.  His face was a grimace of
ecstasy.

My tremors died down and he collapsed on top of me, holding his weight
on his elbows, but his lower body still pinned me to the bed, his
shaft still lodged firmly inside my fluttering tunnel which didn't
seem to know it was over yet.

He panted, little kisses landing on my neck and cheeks.  He stopped
and my eyes opened to find him staring at me.

"I'm so sorry, Scully," he whispered.

"Sorry?" I said, hearing the hurt and mortification in my voice.

He shook his head in quick negation.  "No!  Not for being with you."

"For what?"

"I was so rough with you," he said, the familiar look of guilt
crossing his features, his lips curling up in disgust for himself.

I cupped his face and kissed him softly on the lips.  "Shhh, it's all
right.  It was wonderful."

"I was too rough," he said, as though he hadn't heard me, his eyes
closing.  "I just ... wanted you so badly.  And I've waited ... so
long ... and I ... Oh God, Scully!  I lost control!"

"Mulder ..." I tried to interrupt his self-flagellation party.

"Was it good, really, Scully?" he asked nervously.

"MULDER!" I said gruffly to get his attention.

He lowered his head and said nothing.

"Open your eyes, Mulder," I requested softly.

He did and stared into mine.  I smiled at him and said, "There's
nothing to forgive, Mulder.  You weren't too rough.  I loved it.  It
was wonderful."

He stared at me, the corners of his mouth twitching.  He wasn't sure
whether to believe me or not.  "Scully, I wanted it to be gentle and
romantic and ..."

"But it wasn't, Mulder.  It happened just the way it should have."

"What way is that?"

"The way it was supposed to.  Neither of us had much control.  We'll
just have to experiment with other things later."

"Later?" he asked innocently, his eyes sparking with interest.

I grinned at him.  "You didn't think this was a one time thing, did
you?"

His smile vanished.  "I hope not."

"Time to stop running, Mulder.  You're right."

"I love you, Scully," he said slowly.

I felt wetness pool in my eyes but I blinked rapidly to prevent the
tears from falling.  I whispered, "I love you too, Mulder."

He kissed me gently again but then pulled away.  "Do you know how sexy
you looked playing with yourself?"

I blushed now, fire engine red, I was sure.  "Oh God," I moaned.  I
put my arm over my eyes to hide my face.

He pulled it gently away.  "So sexy.  My sexy Scully."

I shook my head in negation and he leaned in and kissed me.

I finally found my voice.  "I won't be needing Monty anymore, will I?"

"Monty?" he repeated, his voice filled with amusement.

I blushed again and pressed my lips together, not knowing what to say.

"Of course you will," he finally said.

"What for?"

"Oh, Scully.  Toys can be a team sport, you know?"

My eyes widened at the implications of that.

"You mean you'd ..."

He grinned a lecherous grin and waggled his eyebrows.  "Oh, and I'll
have so much fun showing you all the fun we can have with toys."

"You have toys?" I asked.

He nodded in the affirmative.  "Oh, yeah."

"I'll be a willing pupil," I said sheepishly, privately astounded at my
boldness.

"Toys 101," he murmured.  "Let the lessons begin!"

Then he kissed me and I forgot everything else I might have been going
to say.

THE END.