From: AFML truthseeker <davephile@yahoo.com>
Date: Fri, 4 Jun 1999 22:11:38 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Story Submission

Title: "The Unnatural" - Alternate Ending
Author: Adrienne 
Date: 4/27/99 
Classification: SR Mulder/Scully
Spoilers: The Unnatural, Season 6 
Rating: NC-17
Keywords: Mulder/Scully, Angst, Alternate Ending 
Disclaimer: Fox Mulder, Dana Scully, and any other tangentially 
mentioned characters created 
by Chris Carter remain his copyrighted property, the property of 1013 
Productions, and the 
property of Fox Television, a unit of 20th Century Fox, Inc. 
No infringement of any copyright is intended. 

This one, of course, goes out to my AFML homies, especially Natalie, 
who gave me this idea, 
and Jolene for telling me where they should do it and getting my ass in 
gear on finishing it.
She's so good at those sorta things. 
Feedback welcome. davephile@yahoo.com 


     "So, um, I get this message marked urgent on my answering service 
from a Fox Mantle 
telling me to come down to the park, for a very special, very early or 
very late birthday 
present." She leaned against the metal fencing pole, flicking her eyes 
up and down his body 
with a soft smile. "But Mulder, I don't see any nicely wrapped presents 
lying around, so, 
what gives?" 
     Mulder smiled back. "You've never hit a baseball, have you, 
Scully?" 
     Scully scoffed at the remark, her face reflecting her less-than-
excited poise. "No, I 
guess I have, uh, found more necessary things to do with my time than 
slap a piece of 
horsehide with a stick." 
     Mulder looked at her with a small, invitational smile. "Get over 
here, Scully." 
     Scully was apprehensive at first, faltering in her walk towards 
him. She stood beside 
home base and was surprised as she felt his warm arms wrap tentatively 
around her, his
 hand holding the bat. She felt herself sucking in, pushing lightly up 
against him. 
The soft scent of his cologne permeated her senses. 
     Breathe. 
     "Is this my birthday present, Mulder? You shouldn't have." 
     He tightened his arms around her, the insides of his elbows 
pressing under her 
ribcage, along her sides. "This ain't cheap, I'm paying this kid ten 
bucks an 
hour to shag balls." 
     Scully tried to smile, looking over at the little blond boy who 
smiled back. 
     Mulder's breath against the back of her neck brought her back to 
home base. "Hey, 
it's not a bad piece of ash, huh?" 
     Scully looked over her shoulder, her eyebrows raised, mouth 
slightly agape. 
     Did he say... 
     "The bat. I'm talking about the bat..." 
     Scully's heart left her throat in a slow settling and turned back 
to the plate. 
     She placed her hands on the bat. 
     "Now don't strangle it, you just wanna shake hands with 
it...'Hello Mr. Bat, it's
 a pleasure to make your acquaintance.' 'Oh, no, no, Miss Scully, the 
pleasure is 
all mine.'" 
     Scully laughed softly, in spite of herself. She couldn't help but 
feel like 
she was getting introduced to something else of his...something she 
felt 
pressing up against her. Naughty Scully. "What?" 
     "Ok now we wanna...we wanna go hips before hands. Ok? And we wanna 
stride 
forward and turn. That's all we're thinkin' about." He placed his hands 
tentatively 
on her upper hips, pulling her slightly against him, pushing her hips 
to the right. 
     "So we go hips, before hands. All right?" His breath against her 
neck and ear. 
     Scully gulped. "Yes." 
     Mulder pressed his hands firmly against her, his fingers gently 
pushing against her 
pants, feeling the bones of her hips. It was more of a caress than an 
instruction. 
     "One more time, hips before hands. Right?" 
     "Yeah." She looked ahead, feeling the warmth of his hands, his 
fingertips inches from 
somewhere they'd never been before. She felt a warm rush up her body. 
     "What is it?" Mulder asked, smiling. 
     "Hips before hands." 
     "Right. We're gonna wait on the pitch, we're gonna keep our eye on 
the ball." 
     "All right." Eye on the ball. Mind somewhere else. 
     "Then we're just gonna make contact. We're not gonna think." 
Too late. "Yep." 
     "We're just gonna let it fly Scully, okay?" 
     "Mmm, hmm." Let it fly, Mulder. 
     "Ready?" He shifted himself slightly. She felt it now, hard. 
Against her back. 
There was a frenzied change of hand positions. 
     "I'm in the middle," Scully giggled, putting her hands between 
his. Wrapping her 
fingers around the wood of the bat, grabbing hold. She wondered whether 
watching 
her was doing anything for him. 
     Mulder wiggled his hips, shaking her gently, like one of those big 
league hitters. 
But he was also nonchalantly grinding against her tailbone. 
     "All right, fire away, poor boy," Mulder called, moving slightly 
away from her ear, 
but returning quickly. 
     The ball came at them, and it tipped off the bat. The movement 
made Scully giggle, 
as Mulder's swing almost picked her up off the ground. 
     "Ooh! That's good..." he commented, pressing his face closer to 
her ear. He could 
smell her hair, the soft scent of soap and raspberry lotion. "All 
right, now what 
you may find as you're concentrating on that little ball..." WHAM. 
"...the rest of 
the world just fades away. All your everyday nagging concerns..." WHAM. 
They hit 
more balls, and Scully laughed as Mulder continued. "...the ticking of 
your 
biological clock. How you probably couldn't afford that nice, new suede 
coat on a 
G-Woman's salary. How you threw away a promising career in medicine to 
hunt aliens 
with a crackpot, albeit brilliant, partner, your obscenely overdue 
triple-x bill, 
getting into the heart of a global conspiracy." She turned her face 
slightly, 
with an admonishing look into his eyes. 
     "Oh, I'm sorry Scully, those last two are my problems, not yours." 
He leaned 
into her more, moving against her. She couldn't take it. She had to say 
something. 
     "Shut up Mulder, I'm playing baseball." 
     They hit baseballs in silence, one after another, each time Mulder 
swinging 
her with him, against him. She laughed, feeling the light tingle of 
sweat on 
her back so tightly pressed against his chest. 
     Mulder could feel her breathing against his arms, tightly wrapped 
around her body. 
He hoped that she couldn't feel him aroused against her; she hadn't 
said anything, 
but she wouldn't anyway. He couldn't help it. Grinding against her, 
touching her 
hips, spooning her up into him was something he had wanted to do for so 
long. 
     The boy was running out of balls to pitch. He put the last one in 
the carousel and 
watched them smack it high into the sky. He reached into his pocket, 
feeling the ten 
dollar bill that Mulder had given him, and looked at them expectantly. 
     "I think we're done," Mulder called. The boy nodded, and began 
running around 
to pick up those balls that he could find. Mulder had yet to let go of 
Scully. He 
held her in his arms at home base, closing his eyes. When he opened 
them, she was 
looking up at the stars. 
     He looked up as well. "It's so clear out tonight," he murmured, 
loosening his 
grip on the bat. It fell to the ground with a hollow thud. Scully 
jumped 
slightly, giggling. 
     "It's beautiful, Mulder," she answered. Mulder pressed his cheek 
against her head 
softly, his hands flat on her stomach. Feeling it move up and down with 
her 
calmed breathing. 
     She felt his hands spread out, ten fingers pushing lightly into 
her tummy. They 
lightly slid back together, spread, slid together again. Massaging her. 
Looking 
down into the field, poor boy had finished picking up most of the 
baseballs and 
was running off towards the corner of the fence. 
     "Did you pay him?" 
     "Hmmmm?" Spread. 
     "Did you pay him for shagging the balls." 
     "My god, Scully..." 
     Scully laughed outloud. "Mulder, you know what I mean." 
     "Yeah, I paid him, and I paid him to leave, too." Slide together. 
     Scully raised her eyebrows, pulling away from his hands and 
turning around to 
look at him. "So that's it? My birthday present is ten minutes of 
hitting 
balls around?" 
     "Well, Scully, if you insist..." 
     "Would you stop with the damn innuendos!!" Scully giggled, putting 
her hands 
on her hips. "What is it with you and sex?" 
     "Well...I...you know me." 
     Scully sighed, smiling at him. He reached out an arm, pulling her 
into a big 
hug. His hands traced the lines of her back slowly, barely noticeable, 
feather 
light. Her fingers tensed on the back of his neck, her thoughts wildly 
racing 
from one end of her mind to another. Rational. Sexual. Emotional. 
     "Mulder..." her voice was muffled against his jersey. 
     "Mmm hmm?" 
     "That was a wonderful present." 
     Mulder smiled slightly, his hands resting on the lower part of her 
back. He 
knew what he wanted to say. It was a matter of saying it so that if he 
was 
rejected, he wouldn't get hurt. 
     "It doesn't have to end." 
     "Hmmmm?" She lifted her head, looking up into his eyes. He was 
staring down at 
her, his eyes intriguingly sharp. 
     "It doesn't have to end with that...I mean...we could..." 
     Scully bit her lip softly, feeling her heart rise. 
     "...we could go out for a drink, or pizza..." 
     Damn it, Damn it, Mulder thought. That was not the kind of present 
he was 
thinking. Where the hell did that come from? 
     Scully's eyes echoed a small air of disappointment. He could see 
it. He could 
feel it in his own sinking stomach. 
     "We could." She put her cheek against his chest. Strands of her 
silky, 
irresistibly-soapy-smelling hair fell at his chin. 
     The silence of the starry night consumed them for a moment. Scully 
heard his 
heart beating against her ear. It was slower than hers. The slowing 
rhythms of 
the two molded into one as she lay her body into his broad, warm chest, 
letting 
him support her. His hands roaming slowly over her shoulder blades, two 
fingers 
tracing her spine down to her waist. They rubbed in circles there, 
gently 
smoothing over her black coat. His other hand strayed to her hip, 
gently 
resting on top of it. 
     It remained there for a few minutes, as they breathed together in 
silence. Scully 
placed her hand on his, squeezing it, and gently pushed it lower. 
     Mulder let her push his hand down her hip, sliding his fingers to 
the middle of 
her ass. His thumb was around front, and rubbed up and down. He then 
moved his 
fingers, slowly, curling them slightly around the curve of it. 
     His light squeeze induced a small gasp, escaping Scully's lips 
with a breathy 
airiness. The touch of his fingers was electric. It set off a ping pong 
of impulses 
up her body as she turned her head, pressing her lips against his 
jersey, eyes 
closed. Held them there. 
     With a slow, upwards movement of her chin, her eyes met his; they 
were darts of 
desire, penetrating hers with a force that made her shiver. 
     She closed her eyes, escaping the intensity of his gaze. Felt the 
breath 
against her lips, then against her jaw as he pressed his lips against 
it, by 
her ear. His mouth traveled up her jawbone, lips moving as if he were 
speaking 
slowly. She exhaled softly, as he moved his hand around her, from the 
middle 
of her back to her side. Pulling her closer as his lips moved down the 
edge 
of her neck. 
     Scully tilted her head to the side, biting her lip gently as she 
felt him move. 
He nibbled at the tendons in her neck, making her whimper very softly. 
The 
sweet torture of her dreams coming to life. 
     Mulder heard her whimper, felt the vibrations against his lips. He 
couldn't tell 
if it was one of those I'm-going-to-cry whimpers or one of those I'm-
so-happy 
whimpers. Maybe a combination of both. He kissed the hollow of her 
neck, moving 
up, over her chin. Her eyes closed, her lips parted as she felt him 
approach 
her mouth. He took her bottom lip in his teeth, biting gently, pulling 
a little. 
     She lifted her mouth to his, their lips meeting at last. 
     It was soft, gentle, loving. Scully hadn't ever felt lips so 
tender. They both 
pressed harder in unison, teeth lightly grazing, backing away. Mulder 
took 
control, his tongue tracing between her lips as she parted her teeth 
just enough 
to let him in. Her tongue met his, flicking over each other slowly, 
turning, 
gently prodding. The action made her hot, filling her mind as to where 
else she
 could appreciate this gesture. 
     She felt him inhale through his nose, and he made a small sound as 
he pulled 
her even closer. They were closer then than they had been playing ball. 
But 
now her breasts were pressed against his chest, Mulder's hardness 
against her hip. 
     The hand on her arm moved up to push her hair away from her face, 
past her 
ear. It lingered on her neck for a moment, fingers running through it, 
as 
his hand slowly slipped down her neck, over her shoulder. It rested on 
her 
upper chest, just above her left breast. His thumb traced the neckline 
of 
her coat, running over the soft skin exposed. She broke the kiss with a 
small 
breath, leaving her lips close to his. 
     They both opened their eyes at once, staring, never breaking the 
connection. 
     No sound. No rational thought. Just quicker pulses, soft breath, 
comforting heat. 
The lights in the park flickered and shut down. Darkness engulfed them. 
     Scully glanced over to the pitch-black field. She couldn't see a 
thing, except 
for the silhouette of Mulder's face. "Is somebody here?" 
     "No, no..." he said; she could tell he was smiling. "The lights 
automatically 
shut off at 11." His hand cupped her face, bringing her back to him. He 
lightly slid it down to her collarbone, rubbing gently. Then, in a 
movement 
that made her heart jump into her throat, he slid his fingers under her 
coat. 
Under her shirt. Under the small, silky strap of her bra. 
     "I..." Scully murmured, before her mouth was covered by his. She 
kissed him 
back, harder, speaking her intentions through the embrace of lips and 
tongue 
instead of through words. I want you, Mulder. 
     He pushed his hand down gently, slowly, hesitantly making its way 
under the 
fabric of her silken bra cup, finding her nipple pert against his palm. 
Feeling 
it was making him more excited, a heartening rush invading his senses. 
Moving 
his hand slowly, fingers tracing the sensitive side of the curve-her 
low 
whimper soft against his lips. Scully's fingers dug lightly into his 
neck, 
moving up and down from the short, erect hairs on the nape of his neck 
to the 
base. Their eyes adjusting to the darkness, tones of black, grey, and 
white visible. 
     Mulder kept his hand in place as she removed her hands, breaking 
the kiss. 
     She slowly untied the strap of fabric around her waist that had 
been 
keeping her coat closed. He watched her lift it over her shoulders, 
watched 
it fall gently down, covering home base. He couldn't tell the color of 
the 
tight t-shirt she was wearing; more than likely, black. Mulder pressed 
his 
hand up against her breast, cupping it, squeezing lightly. His other 
hand, 
which had been holding her ass for quite some time, reached her 
waistband, 
tugging her shirt up and sliding underneath it. 
     Scully laughed gently at the juxtaposition of Mulder's hands; one 
down the 
top of her shirt, one up the bottom. She leaned in to his ear. "Mulder, 
why 
don't you just take it off." 
     "That would be easier, wouldn't it," he replied, smiling, removing 
his hands. 
The loss of sensation was almost unbearable for her. "Why don't you do 
it." 
     She laughed softly, looking into his eyes, or at least, what she 
thought was 
his eyes in the darkness. She felt herself flush a bit, realizing that 
watching 
her do this was probably a turn on for him. It had been awhile since 
he'd 
seen her like this, and it was never in the manner that it was tonight. 
     Scully could feel his gaze as she took the end of the shirt in her 
hands, 
and began pulling it over her head. The fabric was still over her eyes 
when 
suddenly, Mulder grabbed her wrists, crossed over her head. 
     "Mulder, what-" 
     Mulder kissed her hard, one hand holding her wrists while she felt 
the other 
travel down her side, up her back. Smoothing her hot skin. She began to 
kiss 
back when he pulled away, leaving her lips slightly open and eager for 
more. 
     His fingers had moved under her bra strap, and with a skillful 
flick of his 
thumb and forefinger, he unfastened it. It remained on, as her arms 
were 
suspended in the air by his powerful grip. Scully writhed slightly, a 
haughty smirk on her face. 
     "You know, you won't be able to get it off until you let me go." 
     "I'll work around it." 
     Mulder held her tightly, and she couldn't place where he was 
going. Her 
sight was gone; it was time for her other senses to play part. She felt 
his mouth now, against the underside of her breast. He was making his 
way 
under her bra, using his mouth. Her breath caught in her throat as she 
felt him lick her skin, several quick darts of his tongue. 
     He tasted salt, remnants of talc-she used baby powder. He nibbled 
and 
tasted at his leisure, first one breast, than the other. First the 
underside, then around the top, his tongue swirling around her nipples 
with a fervor she'd never experienced. An uncontrollable fervor. 
     He had to hold her tight as she writhed against him, enjoying it 
with 
soft, low moans, but desiring desperately to be free, to take part in 
this act, to reciprocate. Her chest heaved lightly as she took a sharp 
breath. He loved to tease with his teeth. 
     "Mulder..." she exhaled, her head tilted back, eyes closed in her 
world 
of darkness. 
     He planted kisses down the middle of her stomach, then licked a 
long 
line up between her breasts. She gasped at the sensitivity, and felt 
the chill of a breeze rushing against her damp skin. He gently lifted
 her shirt off her head, letting her wrists fall. She blinked several
 times, trying to capture her regained view of him as quickly as 
possible. 
     She felt her bra slipping down her arms, and he pushed the straps 
the 
rest of the way down. It fell to the ground and left her exposed. 
     Mulder looked down slowly, the darkness barely disguising her 
nakedness. 
He wanted to touch, feel, taste. But not yet. He instead pulled her to 
him, an arm around her waist. His lips met her ear. 
     "Scully...are you okay with this?" 
     His urgency materialized through his whispers. 
     Scully closed her eyes, enjoying the warmth of him for a moment. 
He could 
feel her breath against his neck. 
     "I need you." 
     Her barely audible murmur rang in his ears, a whisper of wind. 
     His lips met hers again, a kiss to search her soul, to find the 
some of 
the answers he'd been seeking all these years. Her small mouth 
pressed against his, encouraging him to continue. 
     Like she always did. 
     Mulder kissed her neck gently, moving his hands from her waist top 
her 
breasts, slowly cupping them, molding them. She exhaled softly, her 
fingers moving to the bottom of his jersey, unbuttoning the lowest 
button. Then the second. Trying to accomplish this task was difficult 
as Mulder played with her nipples, pinching lightly, making her gasp. 
     Scully's hands moved up, unbuttoning all of the buttons. Finding a 
very inconvenient mock turtleneck underneath. 
     "Hmmmm..." she murmured, in part because of this obstacle, and in 
part because of his incredible hands driving away all sanity. 
     Mulder stepped away, and she pulled down his jersey shoulders, 
pushing the shirt off. He pulled his turtleneck over his head and 
tossed it in a pile on the ground. Her eyes could barely make out the 
shadows that played over the fine lines of his muscles. 
      She leaned toward him, and he graciously accepted, pulling her 
once 
again skin tight against him. It was flesh against flesh now; a 
tingling of anticipation settling in the places where they connected. 
      It felt good, warm, right. His strong hands moving up and down 
her 
bare back, lingering just above her waist, fingers slipping under 
her waistband in fleeting moments of excitement. He felt the edge of 
her panties and his body rose about ten notches on the arousal scale. 
     Scully's fingers were running over his shoulder blades, up his 
neck, 
into his hair. They were exploring newfound territory with their hands, 
looking into each others eyes for any reflection of amusement or 
pleasure. 
     His hands slipped over to her hips, running circles over the front 
of 
them slowly with his fingers. Moving them lower. And lower. Her eyes 
closed and a tiny gasp escaped her throat when he put one hand 
tentatively 
over her, slipping his fingers slowly between her legs. Cupping her, 
feeling her warmth for him. He pressed his fingers lightly up against 
her, kissing her ear, her hair. 
     Mulder pushed his fingers a little more, moving them back and 
forth 
slowly, feeling her through her pants and panties. He hit a sensitive 
point; he felt her shiver as he held her around her waist, heard her 
moan his name softly. 
     "Mulder...I...stop for a minute." 
     He stopped automatically, leaving his fingers there but stopping 
the movement. "What's wrong, what did I do?" 
     Scully kissed him softly, spoke against his lips. "Kiss me." 
     He kissed her back, enjoying once again the warm touch of her 
soft lips against his. It was sweet surrender. Her hands moved 
down his bare chest, fingernails tracing invisible lines down his 
stomach. She could get used to this. 
     She reached his waist and traced a finger lightly along the edge 
of his waistband. Mulder stiffened, then relaxed, with a deep breath, 
breaking the kiss. They held their lips slightly apart, heat and energy 
dispersing between them. She slid her finger lightly underneath the 
fabric, 
running it slowly back and forth against his skin. She liked to 
feel his muscles, how hot he was, the little drops of sweat forming 
on his body. And hearing him in such a vulnerable position was 
something 
she'd always wanted. Badly. 
     Scully unbuttoned his jeans, taking the zipper down in one clean 
sweep 
of her fingers. She moved her hand slowly down more, underneath his 
jockeys, feeling taut muscle and hair. Her palm flattened, reaching 
him. 
     He was very hard and very hot. Her eyes were open; she was 
watching 
his face as their lips continued their assault on each other. 
     Fingers gently curled around him, she felt him breathe in sharply 
against her lips. Mulder his lips to her neck and bit gently as she 
tightened her grip against him. Moving her hand slowly over the smooth 
curve of the head of his cock, tightening and releasing with a rhythm 
that 
was making him moan low in his throat. She could feel the vibrations 
against 
her neck. 
     "Scully..." he panted softly, grabbing her ass, kneading it and 
pressing 
his fingers in between her legs. 
     She lifted her head, gasping as he moved his fingers upwards. 
Scully 
countered with a hard squeeze and a light tug on his burning hot flesh. 
Mulder grit his teeth and rubbed his fingers back and forth, feeling 
her 
warmth against them, feeling the flesh beneath. 
     "God, Mulder, take it off...please..." 
     "OH, I see how you are. You're allowed to tease, but I can't." 
     "I don't want anymore teasing." Scully grabbed his chin, raising 
his face 
to meet her eyes. "I want you to..." 
     She faltered, the command fading off as her brief moment of 
boldness waned. 
     "What do you want." Mulder watched her face as she lowered her 
eyes, biting 
her lip. "Scully, what do you want..." He kissed her roughly, his 
desires 
reflecting in the movement of his lips and tongue. He heard her inhale 
through 
her nose as they kissed; she fought back with her mouth, seeking an 
understanding. 
     Scully tugged at the sides of his jeans, pushing them down with 
some 
effort. They were tight. She needed them off. He sucked on her ear and 
neck as he kicked off his shoes; he didn't want to lose contact with 
her sweet skin. He stepped out of his jeans, a rush of air reaching 
his erection through the cloth. 
     She began working at her pants, but he grabbed her hands and 
pushed 
them away. Mulder got on his knees and quickly undid the button, 
unzipped 
her pants. They fell lightly to the ground, and she held his damp 
shoulder 
as she stepped out of them. And there was Scully, in white cotton 
bikini briefs, 
standing before him. 
     He pressed his mouth below her belly button, taking in the smell 
of her 
sweat and arousal, moving his hands down her buttocks and her thighs. 
He 
moved his lips and tongue against her smooth skin, felt her body lean 
into 
him as he moved his mouth along her hips, across, to the other hip. His 
lightly 
ruffled hair danced across her stomach. 
     Scully could feel the blood rushing down her body, felt herself 
become 
more aroused. It was something she hadn't felt for years. A soft moan 
escaped her lips, and she breathed in through parted teeth. As his 
mouth 
moved up along the curve of her stomach, his hand slowly moved down the 
front of her panties, curving up under her, fingers seeking an ultimate 
destination. They found the little hard bundle of nerves and lightly 
flicked across it. Mouth on the curve of her waist, inducing a Scully 
whimper. Mulder's fingers ran back and forth across her wet flesh, 
circling around her clitoris and moving back down quickly. He felt 
her tense up each time he came close to it. Mouth on her breastbone 
now, at the delicate undersides of her breasts. 
     Scully moaned a little more as she felt him take another circle 
around 
her clit, and then work down, a finger entering her gently as the 
thumb took over the movements. Back and forth. Up and down. Another 
finger pushed its way in and she tensed her muscles against them as 
they moved in and out. He had big fingers, she thought, her mind 
barely able to grasp any concept except the desire to fuck him. 
     His tongue teased her nipples lightly, rubbing against the 
crinkled skin. 
He let his fingers slip out, slip through the slick folds. He traced 
them up her abdomen, up her side. His mouth was on her upper chest 
and the front of her neck. 
     "You want to take these off," he murmured against the slightly 
strained 
tendon of her neck, plucking her panties gently against her hip. 
     "Mmmm hmmm." 
     She curved her fingers around the hips of her panties and pulled 
them 
down, bending at the back, as he ran his hand against the curve of 
her spine. She rose back up, stepping out of them. He looked down 
over the shadows of her naked body, pushing down his jockeys. Scully 
laughed gently, watching him kick them off across the kitty litter 
of the baseball-soon-to-be fuck field. She saw his erection in the 
darkness, feeling the fire between her thighs burn. 
They stood, close, looking at each other, not touching. It may have 
been an awkward moment. Their eyes met in the darkness. 
     "Scully..." Mulder whispered, with a soft laugh interrupting his 
speech. 
     "Scully, I've wanted to do this for a really long time." He ran 
his fingers 
through his hair and looked sheepish. You're fucking beautiful." 
     She laughed, eyebrows raised, eyes shifting down. "Mulder...I've 
always 
wanted to see the truth..." 
     "What do you mean?" 
     "Nevermind..." she murmured, looking back up into his eyes. His 
expression 
had turned serious, and she felt the smile fading from her face. He 
kissed her, moving closer to her. She felt his erection against her 
stomach. 
     "Lay down," he whispered tentatively. Scully did as he said; her 
coat was 
between her back and the ground, but she could feel home base against 
her shoulder blades. She felt herself blush as she slightly spread 
her legs. She knew that he could probably tell how aroused she was, 
but then, his was quite obvious too. 
     He got to the ground, on one knee. Mulder hovered over her, his 
hand 
running over her body. She lifted her head to kiss him, and he lowered 
his mouth against hers. It was soft, sweet. He hand rested on her 
thigh, 
squeezing gently. He put his mouth against her ear. 
     "Tell me when," he breathed. She felt herself stiffen, and then a 
rush of 
excitement pulsated through her body. Mulder. Inside her. Now. 
     "Now," she breathed back, feeling the excitement hit her core. He 
moved 
his hand down, positioning himself. With a light push, she felt him 
enter 
slowly. 
     They gasped in unison, as if choreographed, and he pressed himself 
into 
her, hips meeting the insides of her thighs. 
     Hot. Hard. Full. 
     Tight...Wet...Smooth... 
     His face met hers, feeling her breath hot against his cheek. 
Bodies 
pressed tightly together, the sweat already sticky and warm. Her arms 
went up around his neck, pushing his neck down so that he would kiss 
her 
again. She loved his lips. 
     Scully was eager, open. Mulder kissed her like he never had 
before, his 
tongue dancing with hers, lips moving hard against each other. He could 
feel her tensing against his cock, her hips lightly rising towards him. 
He pulled out slowly, his elbows grinding against the coat and ground 
as 
his hands went to her hair. And he pushed himself back inside her even 
more slowly. 
     It made Scully's toes curl, her chest rise. She hummed lightly 
against 
his mouth, a soft release of what had begun as a moan. Mulder was the 
first to break the kiss, looking down at her closed eyes and slight 
expression of pleasure. With this he began his steady rhythm of pushing 
in and out of her body. 
     She felt every motion to the inch, the hollow emptiness followed 
by 
complete fullness. Her hips moved with him, down when he pulled out, 
up when he went back. The feeling was incredible. Because it was 
Mulder. 
She breathed out heavily, gasping for another breath. 
     Mulder sped up slightly, watching her reaction. She bit her lip 
and 
murmured something incomprehensible. He watched her the whole time, 
occasionally throwing in a hard thrust to make her whimper gently. 
     She lifted her legs up, wrapping them around his hips, feet 
tightly 
crossed over each other. She felt his thrusts get deeper, harder, 
faster, 
as her hand ran across his cheek. He was gritting his teeth. 
     Mulder panted as he progressed to full speed. The only sound he 
could 
hear was her raspy breath and soft whimper at each collision of their 
hips. It turned him on even more, made him speed up, made him want to 
fuck her harder. 
     He was pushing her across the ground, slowly, surely. Scully could 
feel 
the grainy ground of the field against her back, through her coat. 
     "Oh my god...oh my god...Mulder..." she breathed, over and over. 
Her 
back didn't hurt...the adrenaline running through her veins was enough 
to 
kill the pain of a horse. 
     Groaning, he pumped harder, trying not to break her in half, but 
finding it 
hard to control himself when she was breathing words like that. A drop 
of 
sweat dripped from his hairline onto her neck. 
     Scully buried her fingernails into his back, clinging to Mulder. 
He kissed 
her hard, animal passion teeming from his sweaty body. He pushed back 
her sweaty tendrils of hair with a few fingers. They felt good against 
her 
temples. His other hand reached down between them and played with her 
clit, gently rolling it between two digits. 
     This induced a mild cry from Scully, forgetting all location at 
this 
point. They were the only two on this baseball field. In this city. 
In the world. 
     "Scully..." he moaned into her mouth. He felt the build up of 
sexual 
explosion deep inside him, and broke off the kiss, his face slightly 
contorted as he tried to hold it off. 
     "Mulder I...Mulder...I..." Scully whispered like a broken record, 
panting. She felt a shot of energy rooted at her clit travel through 
her 
body, a head rush of pleasure. 
     He could feel her quivering inside, and it set him off as well. He 
closed 
his eyes and came, hard, while Scully tried desperately to catch her 
breath. She tilted her head back, her legs rubbing up and down his 
hips. 
And he slowed, not stopping just yet, enjoying the feeling of her for a 
few self-indulgent strokes. 
     "Yeah..." he murmured, burying his face in her neck, her hair. 
     The added weight of his body on hers was comforting. She wrapped 
her 
arms around him, holding him tightly, a tiny tear slipping down her 
cheek. 
Was it shock? Happiness? Exhaustion? 
     All of the above, she thought. 
     Mulder looked up at her, saw the tear, and kissed it softly. She 
smiled 
tenderly as he laid his head on her upper chest. He could hear her tiny 
heart beat a mile a minute, feel her chest rising as she took a long, 
labored breath. 
     Scully stroked his hair, her chin resting on his head. 
The stars twinkled down upon them from the sky, the light of the moon 
casting dimly lit shadows across their intertwined bodies. A cooling 
breeze, the sound of a far-off train in the distance. All would be a 
memory in Scully's mind of the night she learned to play baseball. 



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