Ob. disclaimer:

   In all honesty, I would be perfectly content if I never wrote an NC-17
story.  Not that I have a problem with them, but I don't think I'm any
good at writing them.  However, there's been talk about some people
wanting me to do one, and I never back away from a challenge, so here it
is.  All the mind candy I can muster.... Okay... mind candy with a lot of
angst thrown in somewhere in the middle, but it's got a happy ending.
   While I'm a combative relationshipper, I don't want our favorite duo to
jump in bed together, so consider this an 'alternate dimension' of a TV
show we all know and love -- which means there's no need for safe sex
because in this universe people don't get deadly STDs and they don't get
pregnant.  It's got a whole bunch of XF fanfic stereotypes that I wouldn't
normally use, but seem to be required for this NC-17 story.  This has
nothing to do with the series I'm presently in the process of writing,
which started with the story Wearing. 

   All characters which are in any way, shape, or form <g> found in the
X-Files, including Mulder and Scully, belong to Chris Carter, Ten Thirteen
Productions and Fox TV.  I'm just borrowing them for a little bit.  Let's
face it, those characters are getting stuffy from all the dark episodes
they're in... I say they should get some sunlight and a little shaking
out, so this is what I volunteer to do here.  I promise I'll give them
back in good shape (and a lot more relaxed).  Oh, and I'm a student, which
means I'm broke.  Suing me would be a waste of time, and *your* money. 
I'm not making a penny from this, I swear!

   Last but not least, a special thanks to Rhoni for her help in editing
and for encouraging me to send this in (Post it or die!) despite my
reservations of publicly distributing this story, and to Kelly, who gave
me a running commentary on IRC as she was reading.


Visitor

by The Dragon Lady (nlemie@po-box.mcgill.ca)


   Dana Scully woke up to feel a hand trailing its way up and down her
thigh.  Or at least she thought she woke up... but when she looked down,
there was nothing there.  Her brain quite fuzzy, she simply sighed,
concluded this was some sort of lucid dream, and relaxed back into her
pillow, letting the feelings course through her.  The hand traced lazy
lines, going from her hip to her knee, sometimes outside, sometimes inside
her thigh.  Never stopping, yet not moving outside those boundaries. 
Slowly, its territory expanded, grazing the soft, warm skin behind her
knees, which made the hairs on her body stand on end.  Then it traced the
curve of her calf, adding a little pressure, making the caress almost into
a massage.

   Suddenly, she felt a second hand on her other leg, moving up in sure
strokes, stopping to tickle her behind the knees, then moving up to the
small enclave where her leg met her rear.  Tracing light circles there,
making her writhe - unable to decide if it was tickling or exciting, but
whatever it was... it was *erotic*.  She sighed to herself, enjoying it
immensely.  This was the most vivid wet dream she'd ever had, and she
hoped with all her might that her alarm clock wouldn't pick now to ring.  

   Slowly the hands moved up further, caressing her hips, her waist, the
flat of her stomach, brushing lightly against the curls of hair, always
stopping just short of where she wanted them to go.  Exploring, almost
tentative, yet tender and possessive at the same time.  *Dana, you are
most assuredly sleeping,* she thought, *if you're contradicting yourself
so thoroughly on the way those hands feel.*

   While the hands continued to send chills up and down her spine from the
caresses, she felt a mouth kiss her, near her navel.  That made her let
out a slow, drawn-out breath.  *Mmmm... why can't I dream something like
this every night?* She thought.  The mouth moved higher, stopping at each
rib to lay out a small pattern of kisses, which the hands then followed in
some strange form of connect-the-dots.  It was driving her wild.  The heat
was pervading her system...  making her blush, causing her to breathe
faster, sensitizing her nipples until they were aching peaks, begging to
be touched... and her wish was soon fulfilled.

   The hands, which had been climbing steadily upwards, happened upon her
breasts.  At first they stopped, as if it were too personal an act to
touch her there, but then slowly, lightly... almost shyly, began to trace
the curves, explore the softness, sense the contradictory hardness of her
nipples - alternately tracing circles around them or flicking them
lightly.  Dana didn't think she could stand the sensation.  The stroking
was creating an electrical reaction within her that made her hips arch
upwards involuntarily.  And when the mouth finally descended on the small
dip above her collarbone, tongue oh so gently tracing the contours before
exploring its depth, she could no longer hold back a moan of desire.  The
heat, which was high before, was getting dangerously close to the boiling
point.  She was aroused.  She was beyond arousal... she wanted resolution,
and that very rarely happened in her dreams, leaving her flushed and
frustrated when she woke up.

   "More..." she uttered out loud, hoping that whatever disembodied hands
she'd imagined would somehow also have a pair of ears that would hear her
pleading.  In response, the rhythm of caresses increased.  Spread-out
fingers followed the sides of her ribs, turning at the shoulders to go up
and down her arms, paying special attention to the sensitive skin just
above the elbows, nearest her body.  At the same time, the mouth began
another onslaught; licking, then kissing across her collarbone, then
following her pulse all the way behind her ear where she could feel its
breath - making her shiver in a way she never had before.  The tongue
tracing all the lines inside her ear, teeth nipping gently against the
lobe, then soothing with a kiss, sucking lightly, as if the mouth didn't
want to let go of her ear.  

   In the meantime, the hands had begun to head downwards again, following
her contours to once again rest on the flat of her stomach, rubbing and
teasing her, venturing as far as the soft curls, tantalizing, merciless.  

   Finally, Dana couldn't handle it anymore.  Twisting this way and that
to try and move the persistent hands, she finally began to beg.

   "Please..."

   The hands stopped.

   "No, don't stop.  *Please* don't stop.  I can't take this anymore...
take me all the way.  I want you to.... I *need* you to..."

   She had barely said those words when the hands began to move down
further, passing through the barrier of curls to reach the moist, heated
skin below.  She wasn't sure how to react - whether to moan from pleasure
or to sigh from relief.  What finally came out was something of a
compromise... a breathy moan that seemed to come from deep, deep within
her.

   The hands spread her thighs apart, allowing better access to the soft,
silky folds.  They traced their outlines, occasionally venturing deeper in
their exploration, and coming back moistened with her desire, only to
begin to trace again, not allowing her to build too quickly.

   Dana was paralyzed.  The sensations going through her were so powerful
that she was losing herself, focusing only on the hands, and their
ultimate targets.  It was almost mystical, as if her spirit had descended
in the depths of herself, to pool at her center.

   She felt one finger reach deep within her, testing her openness.  As if
satisfied, she felt it withdraw only to have two fingers slowly penetrate
her.  She twitched involuntarily, not believing that something so intense
could happen.  She didn't want to wake up.  Didn't *ever* want to wake
up.  She just wanted to stay in this imaginary world, content to feel the
fire spreading through her, content to writhe in pleasurable agony.  Just
when she thought she couldn't possibly feel anything more powerful, the
fingers began to slide in and out of her, creating a rhythm that had her
hips undulating reflexively.

   And that's when the thumb found it.  Her most sensitive spot, a bundle
of nerves creating havoc in her.  Shocked by the feel, she let out a
startled cry, circling her hips to incite the thumb to tease, circle, rub
faster.  She could feel the tension building, felt her stomach muscles
tensing as she lifted herself, pulling her shoulders off the bed.  It was
incredible.  There were no words to describe those sensations.  She'd been
made love to, but never with such intensity, with such results.  She was
trembling and breathing faster, tensing more and more, feeling the moment
approaching.  
   "Faster," she gasped, her voice barely audible, and as the thumb
responded, increasing the pressure while circling ever more quickly, she
felt herself arch upwards.  This was it... the release she had been
pleading to have, and as she felt herself clench around the fingers she
dropped her head back, gasping.  Time seemed to stop as she lost contact
with the exterior world, losing herself in the pulsing and the
electricity.  

   Slowly she started to relax, lowering herself back to her bed.  Her
skin was flushed and covered with a thin film of sweat.  She was breathing
quickly, and there was a pleasant warmth in her lower abdomen.  

   "Wow!" was all she could utter.  Yes, she'd had dreams like this, but
*never* this intense.  This was going to be one for posterity, and as soon
as she had recovered she would make sure her diary got every last sensual
detail.

   Dana felt the fingers slowly exit her, despite the tightness she still
felt.  *What's going to happen now?* She thought.  The other hand, which
had been inactive during the last portion drew a lazy line upwards,
starting from her navel - the mouth's original contact point - and stopped
on her face, caressing her cheek.  Slowly, it drew a finger lightly across
her lips, making them ache for another touch, and then retreated as she
felt the mouth place a light, tender kiss on her lips.  

   It was a parting kiss, as though the hands and mouth had done their
job, and were now moving on.  The hand slid off her cheek slowly and she
lost touch with those ethereal instruments of pleasure.  Dana waited,
almost expectantly, but the touch did not come back, and she finally
drifted down into darkness, returning to what she later explained to
herself as a deeper state of sleep.  A dreamless sleep where she
temporarily forgot about what had just happened.


***

   At 6:30 am her alarm went off and she reached out to press the snooze
button, not quite yet ready to join the world of the conscious.  Rolling
back to the warm spot in the bed, she stretched languorously and yawned. 
As per her usual morning ritual, she searched her mind to remember the
previous night's dreams.  With a smile she remembered the 'encounter'
she'd had the night before.  Lightly, she recreated some of the caresses,
remembering the feel of the hands and that sensual mouth on her body.  She
guided her hand downwards, reaching her center, to find it still quite
moist.  That had been *some* dream to make her react physically.  Sighing
softly, she let herself drift off again, only to be roused a few minutes
later by the radio as her alarm went off again.  The soft rock station was
playing one of her favorite songs from Phil Collins: In The Air Tonight. 
It made her laugh, the way some of the words were so reminiscent of her
dream.

   The telephone picked that inopportune moment to drag her out of her
reverie and re-introduce her to the much-less-fun real world.  Taking in a
deep breath to brace herself, Dana got out of bed and walked over to the
living room where her cordless phone was demanding attention.  It was her
mother, telling her that she wouldn't be able to visit her this week, as
her neighbor had fallen ill, and she was helping nurse him back to health.

   *Great,* thought Scully, *that means I'll be alone tonight, again.* 
Her somber thought suddenly got much lighter as she thought of the
possibility of having another such dream.  Yes, it would definitely make
up for her mother's inability to visit...

****

   "Morning, Scully."

   She looked up to see her partner, who was holding a cup of coffee for her.  

   "Hi Mulder.  And to what do I owe this visit?"

   He gave her one of his boyish grins.

   "What?  Do I have to explain my motives to my favorite partner?"

   "Only partner," she corrected, "no one else want to have anything to do
with you."  She winked, to take the sting out of her words.

   He gave her his patented abandoned puppy dog look, and broke out into a
grin again.

   "Ooohhhh.. I'm hurt.  So, how are you this morning?"

   "I'm fine.  Thanks for asking."

   "Actually, if I do say so myself, you look positively glowing.  What's
your secret?"

   "Nothing special... I went to bed early and got a good night's sleep."

   She gave him one of her enigmatic smiles.  No way was she going to tell
*him* about that dream.  

   "Well, you should do that more often...  Makes your skin radiant."

   She blushed.  Why was he in such a good mood?

   "You don't look too bad yourself... What happened, did you get an
'unwrap it yourself' singing telegram?"

   He laughed at that.  She saw a flicker in his eyes.  He was keeping
something from her, she was sure of it.

   "Better..."

   "Okay, what?" She bit.  Why not... he seemed like he was bursting at
the seams.  Something *had* happened, she just didn't know what.

   "Oh, it's not important."

   "Sure, fine, Mulder.  You still haven't told me why you came to visit."

   "No reason actually.  I just thought you might like some coffee. 
That's all."

   "That's all?  No tips on the latest mutant?  No latent government
conspiracy?  No little green men?"

   "Nope."

   She smiled.  He was *definitely* acting out of character.  But
unfortunately, she didn't have the time to try and figure him out.

   "Well, Mulder, as much as I'd love to socialize right now, I have some
pressing autopsy reports to finish up, so I'll have to wish you a nice
day, and see you along."

   "Fine... dump me... see if I care."  He winked at her, and moved to
leave.  Right before he exited her office her turned around and opened his
mouth, as if to speak.  He stopped.

   "Yes, Mulder?"

   "Oh, nothing Scully.  Nothing."

   He exited, and that was the last she saw of him all day.

*******

   Dana had a hard time falling asleep that night.  She chalked it up to
the tension from her workday, but deep down inside, she also knew it was
anticipation of what might happen tonight.  Would she have another of
those dreams?  Would it be as intense, or more along the line of her
regular dreams?  Could she handle the disappointment if last night had
been a once in a lifetime occurrence?  *Get a grip!* She told herself. 
*You'll never get any sleep if you don't calm down.*

   She started to do some breathing exercises, tricks she had learned a
long time ago when she had taken a course on relaxation techniques with
Melissa, who had dragged her out to them.  Vaguely she remembered Mulder
telling her how he'd started taking some similar classes recently,
although his goal seemed different than hers had been.  She let her mind
wonder at the possibilities as she felt the familiar heaviness of her
limbs, and then simply blocked all thoughts from her mind as she drifted
off to a peaceful slumber.

   The hand came again.  She could feel it caressing her cheek, tracing
the contours of her face, exploring every detail as if it were trying to
memorize her features.  Dana simply sighed and let herself become
overwhelmed by the sensations.  She kept her eyes closed this time,
knowing that she wouldn't see anything if she opened them... in her dream
that is.  The mouth came soon afterwards, following the exact pattern the
hands had traced moments earlier, covering every inch of her face before
landing on her lips.  Scully gasped.  This time the mouth did not just
graze her lips lightly.  It was insistent, possessing, hungry.  It nudged
insistently, demanding silently that she open up to it, and she did,
gasping at the feel of a hot tongue exploring her.  She fought back, her
own tongue dueling for contact, demanding entrance to that mouth so that
she too might explore.  And as this exchange was taking place, a new
factor came into play.

   Dana gasped as she felt a body, most definitely a man's body, lower
itself on her.  Quickly she broke contact of the kiss, opening her eyes
and looking down to see nothing there.  Yes, this was a particularly
strange dream, but she wasn't about to try and wake up because the hands,
which had stilled at the kiss, were now working overtime on her sides. 
She moaned lightly at the feel of the caress, and closed her eyes again. 
Fine, if she couldn't see anyone, then she would just have to fill in the
blanks and imagine someone.  A smile crossed her lips as her partner's
face began to materialize before her closed lids.  Mulder?  *Why not,* she
thought to herself, *it's not like there's any chance of this ever
happening to us anyway, so why not just go with the flow for once.  This
is safe, it has no consequences, I say go for it.*  She was aware of a
much smaller voice in the back of her mind warning her this was not a good
idea, but as the body began to move over her, the voice lost all
importance and was forgotten in the rush of heat.

   The hands, which had been busy at her sides, started migrating upwards,
reaching her arms and slowly nudging them over her head.  She felt fingers
interlace with hers, holding her prisoner as the man's body adjusted to a
new position over her.  She felt his knees slide down to kneel at each
side of her thighs, his body pressing down more strongly against hers.  A
cry of surprise was wrenched from her as he began to rub against her, skin
gliding against silky skin (she had decided to not wear anything to bed
that night).  As the combined caress from his weight, his muscular texture
and the sparse, springy hair on his chest worked its magic, Dana felt a
throbbing heat work its way from her lower abdomen to all parts of her
body.  Instinctively, she began to match his movements, twisting, arching,
looking for new ways to try and touch his body without using her hands,
which were still interlocked with his well above her head.

continued in part 2

***********
NEW: Visitor (NC-17) Part 2 of 4

Disclaimer in part 1

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Visitor

by The Dragon Lady (nlemie@po-box.mcgill.ca)

   His mouth, in the meantime, had not been idle.  He had been kissing her
passionately, causing her to respond likewise, seeking desperately to feel
the depths of his mouth, taste the furthest corners, memorize all the
details.  Always probing, further, deeper, as if she needed to reach his
inner core.  Suddenly he broke contact, retreating slightly as if
examining her face, and Dana smiled as she imagined hazel eyes looking
deep into hers, waiting for the final permission, for her to grant final
and complete access to her body.

   Her smile widened, and she took the time to take a breath, then a
sudden fever overtook her and she quickly cried out "Yes!".  She wanted
more, and if he was waiting for permission, she wasn't going to take
another second to give it.

   "Now, take me. Please don't stop."

   The onslaught began again, more feverish this time.  His hands glided
back down her arms and stopped only when they had reached her breasts, now
quite sensitized from the earlier body contact.  She felt his hands
cupping, massaging, tracing each hard nipple, keeping the contact to a
feather-like touch.  Driving her wild with the desire to feel a more
fervent caress.  She arched her back, trying to push herself into his
hands, but he responded by backing away, not allowing her the satisfaction
of full contact.  She whimpered faintly, trying to get her point across,
but unable to formulate the simplest of words.  In a last desperate
attempt she felt for his head, and pulled his sensual mouth down to her
peaks, pressing it there, forcing him to respond, which he did.  First he
kissed each nipple lightly, making contact even more softly than the
fingers had.  Then he slowly, deliberately passed his tongue over her
hardened nipples, allowing the cooling moisture to work its magic. 
Finally, he began to suckle, nip and soothe, causing Dana to writhe
uncontrollably under him. 

   She wanted more... she wanted much more, and as her hands were now free
to roam she began to explore his back, feeling the muscles move under her
hands as he busied himself on her breasts.  She continued to move lower,
feeling the curve of his lower back, the touch of firmness of his rear,
the softness of the skin on his thighs...  Slowly she felt her way towards
his front, feeling his arousal quite clearly, tracing his length, stroking
him, reveling in the silkiness which sheathed his hardness.  She could
feel him tremble lightly, and she knew that her ministrations were having
the desired effect.

   She reached back up to his face, plucking him from her breast to pull
him back to her mouth, hungry for another kiss, and wanting much more than
his caresses.  As he was kissing her again, she reached down yet again,
guiding him to her, inciting him to enter, ravish her, possess her in the
fullest sense of the word.  He froze for a second, as if unsure of this...
as if he'd gone too far.  Dana simply took his hand, guiding it to her
entrance, showing him how ready, how needy she was; allowing him to trace
her folds a few times before she pulled him away, wanting much more than
what his hands could offer.

   She cupped him again, decidedly positioning him right at the entrance,
holding him there so that he knew there was no other option.  He stopped
kissing her, leaning his forehead against her tenderly as he finally began
to enter her, penetrating slowly, giving her time to adjust, giving her
time to feel him take her.  She reached down and pulled on his rear,
making him enter her faster, pushing him as far as possible in into her,
wanting the contact to be absolute.  She held him that way, imprisoned,
unable to move, just wanting to memorize the feel of her stretching around
him, suddenly wishing fervently that this *were* Mulder instead of a
fabrication of her unconscious mind.

   And at that second he began to move... to pull out slowly only to
plunge back in.  Dana met his thrusts, lifting her hips to meet him,
needing the contact, wanting the greatest depth, feeling herself moving
instinctively.  She reached for his head, which had been resting lightly
next to hers, cheek against cheek.  She pulled his face to hers, kissing
him with every ounce of fervor she had, wanting him to thrust deeply into
her mouth in the same way he was possessing her below.  She was opening
herself fully.  Wanting the merger to be complete, visualizing her partner
melding with her, inseparable, permanently recreating the sensations which
were coiling in her.  Tightening.  Spiraling upwards.  Dizzying. 
Unstoppable. 

   And as she felt herself finally slipping over the edge, she heard her
voice, at a distance, crying out his name.  "Mulder!"

   Then all was lost, and she began a creature of light, warmth emanating
from all over her body.  Floating, unable to concentrate on anything but
her pulsating, vibrating core.  She never wanted this to end, never wanted
to come back to earth.  Always, forever, this release.  

   Finally the intensity began to decrease, and she could feel herself
breathing heavily.  Trembling, she clung to him, feeling that he was
releasing as well, feeling his tightness, his spasms.  Hearing not a cry
from this imaginary man, who was holding her in a way that felt so real.

   Exhausted, she collapsed back down - letting the mattress cradle her
tired limbs.  Yes, this was *definitely* better than reality.  If she
never had any other dream but this one, she would be a happy woman.  She
felt him begin to relax, lowering himself and putting more of his weight
on her.  She reached up again to wrap her arms around him, cradling his
head, letting it drop high up against her chest, so that her chin was
touching the top of his head.  She ran her fingers through his hair,
feeling the silky smoothness of his short, well-cropped locks.  Again,
this reminded her of her partner, and she made a mental note to be careful
and not get too involved in her descriptions.  It would not be healthy if
she began to fantasize about him while she was awake too.  Sighing, she
let her hands fall back down, unable to combat the lethargy that was
creeping over her.  She would be going back to a deeper stage of sleep
soon.  Trying to stay conscious, she wondered what the chances were of
having two such dreams two nights in a row.  What had she done to induce
these? 

   Unable to actually formulate an answer she relaxed, letting her mind
wander, then slowly cloud over.  

   She felt him stir, slowly lifting himself off her.  She tried to pull
him back to her, but he intercepted her arms.  He kissed her softly, as he
had the night before.  Bidding her good-bye.  The separation was
unbearable and she felt tears begin to escape from her still-closed eyes. 
A trembling hand wiped them away, and caressed her cheek softly, letting
the length of his fingers trail down to her chin as if he didn't want to
lose contact either.  Finally he broke away, and she felt him lift off her
completely as if he were floating off.  

   Dana touched her cheek where he'd placed his last caress and continued
to cry softly.  This whole experience was too much to fathom.  It had felt
so real.  Yet it was a dream.  Such an amazing dream...  Unable to explain
how this could be she smiled to herself and reached for her arm.  A pinch
should be sufficient to prove her theory.  After all, she *was* a
scientist, so this would be just the proof she needed.  She touched her
forearm and took a good sized fold of skin, squeezing tightly.

   She froze.  That had hurt.  Wait a minute!  You're not supposed to feel
the pinch when you're dreaming.  She broke out into a cold sweat.  It
*had* to be a dream.  Come on!  Otherwise it would mean... that would have
been...  

   Her mind was unable to accept the idea that something else could have
happened.  Despite her work with the X-Files, she refused to believe that
this could have been a ghostly encounter.  It just wasn't *possible*!  She
had been dreaming, and she would be waking up.  Any second now...

   She waited and nothing happened.  She sat up in bed the rest of the
night.  Unable to sleep.  Waiting for the moment when her eyes would open
into her dark bedroom, confirming her theory.  Unfortunately, they never
did, and as the light of dawn began to filter into her room, Dana dragged
herself out of bed and into her shower, preparing for the long day ahead.

*********


   Fox Mulder walked into his office with a smile on his face, a bounce in
his step, and a song in his heart.  He took one look at his partner, who
was already in and waiting for him, and froze.  Her eyes were red-rimmed,
sunken, and with dark lines underneath.  Her nose was reddish as if it had
been running, and her mouth was drawn into a tight line.  It looked as if
she had been crying, or as if she were sick.  She was immersed in a file,
unaware of his arrival.  He walked towards her, waiting for her to
acknowledge him.  When she didn't he walked right up to her and put his
hand on her shoulder to get her attention.

   What he wasn't expecting was the reaction he got.  Scully jumped out of
her chair, let out a yelp and dropped the file on the floor, letting the
pages fly all through the office.

   "Whoa!  Take it easy!  It's just me." He tried to say in soothing tones.

   "Oh, Mulder!  I'm sorry.  You sneaked up on me and I jumped.  I'm
sorry.  Here, let me pick up this mess."

   He held her back as she went to kneel down to pick up the papers strewn
across the floor.

   "Scully is something wrong?"

   "No.  Everything's fine.  Why would you say that?"

   She didn't meet his gaze, and that only made him more suspicious.  

   "Scully, look at me."

   She stopped and turned her gaze towards his.  He looked into her eyes,
trying to find the key to her discomfort.  Trying to see what was really
going on, because she obviously wasn't just going to tell him.

   "I'm fine, Mulder.  Really.  I just didn't get much sleep last night."

   Which was all perfectly true, she kept repeating to herself.  But she
wasn't about to tell him why she hadn't gotten much sleep.  Despite Fox
Mulder's propensity to believe, this was *way* beyond the scope of
reality, even for the X-Files.

   "Is that all?  Really?  You know, Scully, I call myself your partner,
but I like to think I'm more than that.  I'm your friend.  If you need to
talk to someone, I'm here.  You know that, right?"

   She tried her best at smiling.  Of *course* he was her friend.  All the
more reason not to tell him that not only had she been having strange
visitations for two nights in a row, but that the night before she'd
actually fantasized it was him touching her in such an intimate way. 
Friends just didn't think that way about each other.  And as much as she
wanted this man, and as deeply as she realized she loved him, she couldn't
risk finding out he didn't love her that way.

   When she didn't answer him he simply took that as her way to distance
herself from him, so he backed off.

   "Well, okay, Scully.  Just as long as you know that....  You don't look
so good.  Would you rather take a sick day?  I could hold down the fort. 
There's no pressing investigation.  Go home and sleep."

   "NO!"

   "Huh?"

   *Now* he was puzzled.  What had he done wrong?

   "I mean no..."  She faltered, trying to get herself out of this
situation.  "I'm not sick, and I'm not tired... Yes, I didn't get much
sleep last night, but I really don't think I could fall asleep right now."

   *And risk the chance of another 'visitation',* she thought.

   "You sure?"

   "Yes, I'm sure.  I think an investigation is what I need; to get my
mind focused on something new.  That should help me get some sleep
tonight."

   "Well, you're out of luck, Scully.  There's not a case in sight.  There
are, however, lots of reports to write up, and you and I both know how
soporific that can get."  He grinned widely.

   She smiled back.  Perfect.  There was nothing like boring, mindless
-yet intensive- work to make you stop thinking about things.  Scully
grabbed a half dozen folders, went to the small desk she used temporarily
when working in Mulder's office, and activated the computer.  

   Nine hours later, after having stopped for a lunch break, it was time
to go home.  Dana wasn't sure the last report would even be coherent.  Her
thoughts had gotten quite jumbled towards the end.  Her eyes were closing
of their own volition, and her head was just starting to fall towards the
keyboard when she heard Mulder's voice right behind her.

   "Okay, Scully.  It's time to call it a day.  You look absolutely beat,
and this type of work has me climbing the walls.  Those reports will still
be there tomorrow morning.  Come on, I'll take you home.  You're in no
condition to drive."

   He handed her her purse and coat, then walked back towards his desk to
pick up his own coat.  She tried to mumble an excuse to stay longer but he
wouldn't hear of it.  He ushered her out of the office before she could
string together a complete sentence, and pushed her down the hall towards
the elevator.  Once in his car, he took the time to look at her again,
asking once more if she was alright.

   "I'm fine, Mulder.  How many times do I have to tell you?"

   "As many times as it takes until I get the truth from you."

   She met his gaze and gave him her best authoritative look, trying to
make him stop pestering her.  He finally caved in and turned his attention
to driving.  The ride was quite silent... Scully not willing to let on
anymore as to what was going on with her, and Mulder unsure how to
approach what was obviously wrong with his partner.

   He pulled up to her building and got out, opening the door for her like
a perfect gentleman.  He walked her up to her apartment and waited until
she had unlocked the door before he turned around, leaving without saying
good-bye.  Suddenly faced with her empty apartment, Scully panicked.

   "Mulder, wait!"

   He turned back towards her, expectantly.

   "It's early yet... would you like to come in?  We could order
something, watch an old movie, play a game, or something."

   His eyes narrowed suspiciously.  Although this wasn't unusual practice,
it surprised him that after such a silent day and car ride over that she
would suddenly be so anxious for company.  

   "You sure there's nothing wrong, Scully?"

   "Nah.  It's just that I had nothing planned tonight, and it's
Wednesday... there's nothing good on TV."

   He hesitated a moment longer, then finally gave in.  He had anticipated
ordering something at home anyway, and this way he might actually have a
chance to find out what was wrong with her.

   "Okay.  Sounds like fun."  He smiled, and noted her smile back in relief.

   The pizza was finished, they had played three games of Scrabble, and
were well into their game of Trivial Pursuit when the clock struck ten. 
Surprised that it was so  late, Mulder yawned, stretched, and got up to
leave.  It was late and his partner hadn't been sleeping well, so she
should be getting to bed.

   "Aw, come on, Mulder.  The game isn't over yet."

   "Nah.  It's no contest, I could beat you at it any day Scully." He taunted.

   "Could not!"

   "Could too!"

   "Prove it!"

   "Well, as much as I'd love to, it's late, and you really look like you
could get some sleep.  I've been sleeping like a baby for the past few
nights, and I feel like a new man."

   He saw her eyes cloud over when he mentioned her sleeping, then pick up
when he mentioned sleeping so well.

   "Fox Mulder... sleeping like a baby?  What's wrong with this picture?"

   Mulder laughed.  Okay, so usually he didn't sleep that well, but he'd
just recently learned how to remedy that.  He'd been taking a course in
relaxation techniques from a friend of his.

   "I've got a friend who does meditation, relaxation, and all sorts of
neat stuff like that.  He's taught me a few breathing exercises and mental
tricks.  It's been working like a charm.  In fact, every night I just keep
feeling better and better."

   He wasn't about to tell her that part of the reason for this was some
dreams he'd been having.  No way was he going to share those with her!

   "Lucky you!"  She faltered.  Obviously she had let something slip,
something he hadn't been meant to hear.


continued in part 3

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NEW: Visitor (NC-17) part 3 of 4

Disclaimer in part 1 

Additional R rating for language in this section.

Visitor 

by The Dragon Lady (nlemie@po-box.mcgill.ca)

   "What do you mean?"

   "Oh, nothing.  It's just that in our line of work full nights of sleep
are so rare that you're lucky to be getting some."

   "Scully, you and I have been pulling the same hours for months now. 
There's no reason why you couldn't have gotten a good night's rest...  At
least, no work-related reason."

   She stopped, volunteering nothing further.

   "Scully... is something happening that I should know about?"  He tried
to pry this from her as gently as possible.  "Are you having nightmares?
... experiencing flashbacks?"

   He hated having to bring this up, but her abduction was something they
never talked about, and if she was starting to remember something and it
was terrifying her, he needed to know.

   "Oh, no... no!"

   Her gaze was quite sincere, so he let that pass.  Okay, so something
*else* was wrong with her.  

   "Well, if nothing is wrong, then I guess I'll be calling it a night."

   He saw the flash of fear go through her eyes again, despite the fact
she tried to disguise it.  Mulder made like he hadn't seen it, moved
towards the door, hearing Scully get up to come and lock up after him.  At
the last second, he turned around, grabbed her by the shoulders and stared
her straight in the eyes.  This had the desired effect.  Scully, having
not expected this, was completely off balance.  He took this opportunity
to ask again.

   "Scully, what's wrong?"

   "No- No- Nothing, Mulder..."

   "Don't lie to me.  I can tell.  Now, please... what's wrong?"

   "I told you, I can't sleep."

   "Why?  Why can't you sleep?  Is it nightmares?  What is it?"

   "It's not nightmares.  Really Mulder, it's... it's..." 

   She faltered as her eyes began to mist over with tears.  He wasn't
letting up, and she could no longer hold up the mask of bravery.

   "Tell me, Scully."

   His voice was soft, so full of emotion and caring that she finally
broke down and began to sob.  She pulled away from his grasp and ran over
to the couch, hiding her face in his hands.  Ashamed that he would see her
like this... again.

   She saw his blurry shape approach from the corner of her eye and moved
over so he would have room to sit.  Her crying wasn't showing any signs of
letting up.  He reached for her face, forcing her to turn towards him.  He
slowly pulled the hair away from her eyes and gave her his most honest,
most tender, most caring look as he asked again, gently.

   "Tell me..."

   Scully couldn't resist him anymore.  She had fought with the fear, and
didn't want to face it alone again.  Slowly, through much crying, pausing
for air and then finally hiccuping as her tears started to subside, she
told him the whole story.  Told him about the first visit, the hands and
the mouth.  Told him about how she'd thought it was a dream, despite it's
vividness.  Told him about the second visit, about the actual feel of a
man's body pressed against her, about the tenderness with which he'd made
love.  About the way she had finally pinched herself, to prove it had all
been a fabrication of her semi-conscious mind, and then of the
gut-wrenching fear when she had realized that she hadn't been dreaming,
hadn't been sleeping.

   It had all happened, and she didn't know what to do about it.  She
didn't have an explanation for it, and she was too afraid to try and find
one.  Too afraid to go back to sleep.

   All this time Dana hadn't looked her partner in the eyes, preferring to
examine her hands, her feet, the pattern in the carpet... anything to make
sure she wasn't distracted while she told her story, because she had been
sure that if she'd stopped she wouldn't have been able to finish. 
Finally, once she had told him everything, she took a deep breath before
looking back into his face to see his reaction.  Would it be incredulity,
interest for a possible X-File, disgust that she had actually enjoyed the
experience, sympathy for a friend who was at her wit's end?  What she saw
was none of those.

   Fox Mulder's eyes were as round as saucers, and his mouth was hanging
open.  It looked as if he weren't even aware that he had probably stopped
breathing from shock.  His hands were hanging limply at his sides, and he
looked about ready to pass out.

   "Mulder....  Mulder?  Mulder!"

   Dana tried to snap him out of whatever it was that was happening.

   "Mulder can you hear me?  Mulder what's wrong?"

   She took him by the shoulders and shook him.  He seemed to revive a
little with that treatment.  He closed his mouth and blinked, then took a
deep breath, seemingly bracing for something.

   "Scully... I ... I ... I don't know what to say."

   She didn't like his reaction.  Something was definitely off, and she
was almost worried to ask.  Her partner had barely flinched when he'd seen
desecrated graves.  This had to be *real* bad.

   "Scully... I'm sorry.  Really, really sorry."

   "Sorry for what, Mulder?"

   He got up to leave, but she pulled on his arm and forced him to sit
back down again.

   "What do you have to be sorry about?  It's not your fault."

   He flinched visibly.

   "Mulder, as much as I'd love to try and find a rational explanation for
this, there isn't one.  I have had some sort of visitation, and as clever
as you are, and as knowledgeable of X-Files and other mysterious phenomena
as you are, there's nothing you could have done to prevent this.  Now what
we need to do is investigate what is going on and see if we can get this
to stop."

   He got up and started pacing the room, muttering incoherently.

   "I can't believe... this can't be... I don't understand... this doesn't
normally happen...  he should have warned me... heck, I've seen it
myself..."

   Scully followed his back and forth progression in front of her couch. 
He knew something, and she needed to find out if she wanted to ever have a
decent night's sleep again.

   "Mulder... whatever it is... *tell me*!  It can't be any worse than it
is now!"

   He froze like a deer caught in headlights.  Suddenly, he sprinted
towards the door.  

   "I have to go Scully.  You'll have to trust me on this.  It won't be
happening again."

   She jumped up and ran right past him, blocking the door.

   "And just how do you propose to do that?  By calling the Ghostbusters? 
Mulder, if you know what it is, tell me!"

   "I really don't think you want to know."

   It was her turn to grab him by the shoulders, and she pushed him into
the wall.  

   "Mulder, you're not going anywhere until you tell me everything you know."

   She pulled out her gun to prove her point.

   "Now, you know I don't want to use this, but I need answers
desperately, and you have them.  Please... tell me.  What was it?"

   He looked into her eyes, pleading with her to let him go, looking more
like a trapped animal every second.

   "Mulder, what was it?  Answer me!"

   He flinched, then took in a shaky breath.  His head dropped and he
seemed to withdraw into himself as he uttered one syllable.

   "Me."

   "What?"

   "Me, Scully.  It was me."

   She let him go; unable to fathom the response she'd just gotten.  It
made no sense.

   "This is no time for jokes, Mulder."

   "Believe me, I wish I were joking."

   "But-   That's-   It's impossible, Mulder!"

   "No, it's not."

   "Yes it is.  I think I'd have known it was you.  As much as you may
like B movies, there's no such things as making yourself invisible."

   "Don't do this, Scully."

   "Don't do what?  You drop a bombshell, saying you're the one who's the
invisible nightly visitor!  What am I supposed to do????"

   He sighed, shaking uncontrollably.  

   "Just let me go, Scully.  I swear it won't happen again."

   "No way!  Not until you explain how it happened in the first place...
and that's assuming I believe your story... which I don't!  What did you
do, Mulder?  Study from a ninja?  Buy some invisible paint from ACME? 
Cast a spell?"

   "Astral projection."

   "What?"

   "You heard me.  Astral projection."

   "Mulder, there's no such thing - "

   "Isn't there?"  He bit back, beginning to regain control of himself. 
"Then *you* explain what happened last night and the night before that..."

   She just stood there, unable to speak.  Unable to rationalize away the
events.  And then suddenly it wasn't so much that the events *had*
happened, it was that he had made them happened.

   "You bastard!" She yelled at him.  "You son of a bitch!  You did this to me!"

   She punched him in the jaw, felling him with one hit.  He slammed into
the floor, groaning.

   Scully moved away from him, running into the kitchen, trying to keep a
distance from him even though she wasn't thinking very clearly.  She felt
abused, violated.  He had come unbidden, and done things with her that she
had not wanted him to know about.  *Oh god!* She suddenly thought.  *I
cried out his name!  How he must have laughed at that!*

   She began to cry again, silently, not wanting him to have the
satisfaction of hearing her.  She was sitting on the counter in the
darkest corner of the room, facing the door.  She saw him push himself off
the ground and get on his feet unsteadily.  He walked up to the kitchen
door frame.

   "Don't come any closer."

   "Scully, let me explain."

   "Explain what?  How you had your way with me?  How you willingly
entered my home, and did things to me without my consent?"

   She saw the life in his eyes die away.  He was breaking into a thousand
pieces, yet she didn't want to stop him.  He had brought it upon himself.

   "I didn't know..."

   That was all he said, but it was enough to make her stop and look at him.

   "What?  You expect me to believe that?"

   "Scully, you're my partner, my best friend... you're *more* than that! 
Do you honestly think I would hurt you on purpose?"

   She stopped for a second, honestly pondering the question.  Before that
night she would have answered immediately, unhesitatingly.  No.  She had
trusted him implicitly, which made this hurt that much more.

   "I trusted you with my life.  But not anymore."

   His face paled even more.  He was hurting.  She could see that, and
that didn't make sense, but she was too hurt to try and figure it out.

   "I trust you too.  I've told you, you're the *only* one I trust.  I
would *never* hurt you."

   "Then why did you do it?"

   "I didn't."

   Her temper flared again. 

   "You just told me you did!  Don't insult my intelligence."

   "I mean I did... but I didn't."

   "Oh, is that anything like being dead, but not dead?  You either did
it, or you didn't, and you already told me you did."  She spat at him.

   "Scully please... let me explain.  All I ask for is five minutes. 
Listen to me for five minutes, and then you can shoot me.  I probably
deserve it."

   "Don't tempt me."  She bore her angry gaze right into his, analyzing
his reactions.  Despite her better judgment, what she read there seemed
like the truth.  Some of her old 'partnered' persona came through and she
softened just a touch.  

   "Alright, you have five minutes.  Walk back into the living room and
sit on the couch."

   He did so immediately, looking quite relieved that she had complied
with his request.

   She followed him from a distance, choosing to sit on the chair across
from the couch.

   "I guess there's only one place to start... from the beginning."

   She held back a bitter retort, preferring to keep her silence while he
started his narrative.

   "You know that I often have problems sleeping... Most of the times it's
nightmares, or else stress from the job... my mind racing through facts or
seeing those horrible crime scenes again and again.  Needless to say I
don't get much rest, and while it's never bothered me that much before, I
had begun to really resent not being able to sleep properly."

   "So finally I gave in and went to see one of my friends, Mark, who
practices many relaxation and meditation techniques.  He also does astral
projection.  He taught me some of the basics... breathing techniques,
visualizing my relaxation, the Chacras... how to open them, how to gather
energy into them.  I was kind of fascinated.  I'd always wanted to try
something like that, but I didn't think that I could do it."

   "Anyway, after a few lessons, he told me I had enough and that I should
go home and practice the exercises.  He warned me that this was a slow
learning process and that while I would feel the benefits of the
relaxation techniques almost immediately, it would take a long time before
I'd be able to enter the proper state to project my astral body.  That was
a week ago."

   "So?"  Scully interrupted, eyeing the clock.  He had two minutes left.

   "So I went home and practiced the techniques.  However, we worked late,
and so the only time I had to practice was right before bedtime.  I guess
I was so exhausted that by the time I'd begun to relax properly and work
with the Chacras, I fell asleep."

   "You fell asleep?"

   "Yes, every time I tried.  But..."

   "But?"

   "After the first couple of nights, my dreams began to change.  I
dreamt... or now I realize I *thought* I dreamt... that I was actually
projecting my body.  For the first couple of nights, I just floated around
D.C.  I didn't really make anything of it.  I've had dreams of flight most
of my life.  These felt more vivid, but I figured it was because I was
more relaxed when I fell asleep."

   "And then what happened?"  Scully was beginning to see the picture. 
Now she was curious to hear the end of his explanation, no longer mindful
of the clock or the time he had left.

   "And then the next night I decided - keep in mind I was sure this was a
dream... perhaps some form of lucid dream..."

   He stopped and looked at Dana, as if waiting for confirmation.  She
nodded slowly, thoughtfully.  She had thought the same thing during the
encounters.

   "Well, then I happened upon your building and I found myself inside,
looking at you sleeping.  This, again, wasn't very different from other
dreams I'd had."

   He stopped and blushed a deep crimson.  This was more than he had ever
wanted to share with her.

   "I'd had... encounters... with you in dreams.  So this wasn't anything
new...  Only more vivid."

   It was her turn to blush.  She'd had some too.  More times than she
wanted to admit.


continued in part 4

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Subject: NEW: Visitor (NC-17) part 4 of 4

Visitor
by The Dragon Lady (nlemie@po-box.mcgill.ca)


   "So to me, all I did was dream.  And I woke up well-rested.  Nothing
was wrong, as far as I could tell, until I saw you in the office this
morning."

   His voice trailed off as he finished his story.  There was nothing more
he could say.  It was up to her to decide if she forgave him.  After a
long pause she spoke up.

   "So you're saying that you weren't aware you were floating around
outside your body?"

   "Not consciously, no.  And I certainly wasn't expecting it either.  I
told you what Mark had said.  It wasn't supposed to happen for weeks, if
at all."

   Dana finally looked into his eyes, trying to read him.  After a long
search, she realized he was telling the truth.  He had never wanted to
hurt her, and he was deeply sorry that he had.  Sighing, she let the last
of the resentment drain out of her.  Deep down she had known that Mulder
would never have purposefully hurt her.

   Still, it was the most bizarre tale she'd ever heard, and she'd heard
plenty.  The difference was that this was Mulder who was telling it, and
she no longer had a reason not to believe him.  He had opened himself
fully to her, revealing things she knew he didn't want her to know, and he
still looked like he was ready to pull out his gun and shoot himself at
her command.

   Slowly, carefully, she reached out to push the hair from his forehead,
then wiped away the tears which she hadn't even realized he'd been
shedding.  She wasn't sure how to make him understand that she had
believed him, that she wasn't angry at him anymore, that he was forgiven. 
Searching for a way to put that across, she decided to try and lighten the
mood.

   "So, you see me in your dreams?"

   She laughed nervously as she saw him turn a shade of pink she'd never
seen on him before.

   He shrugged, a faint smile on his lips.  

   "Well, I guess I should have known you'd have figured it out sooner or
later."

   "Why didn't you tell me?"

   "What?"

   "You heard me."

   He laughed at that.

   "How?  What did you want me to say?  'Here, Scully, these are the plane
tickets for the case in Idaho, oh and by the way, I make passionate love
to you in my dreams'  Let's get real, here!  You would have knocked me
out."

   "Well, I did anyway, didn't I?"  She moved to touch his jaw, which had
begun to swell and was turning a shade of purple in the spot where she'd
punched him.

   "You have a point."  He cracked a grin of his own, moving out of the
way before she touched the sore spot.

   "You're the psychologist... I'm sure there could have been a way."

   "Sure there was a way... in fact, you don't want to know how many
scenarios I've run through my head, trying to find the proper way to tell
you.  But in the end it was the fear that stopped me."

   "Fear of what?"

   "Fear... of rejection... that you'd laugh at me... that you'd want to
get a transfer... that you'd never want to speak to me again...  But most
of all it was the fear..."  He stopped.

   She reached for his chin, forcing him look directly at her.

   "Fear of what?"

   "Fear that you'd say you wanted the same thing from me."

   She froze.  Hadn't she feared the exact same thing?  Hadn't she
wondered what she would do if he wanted her too, wanted to take her in his
arms, kiss her, make love to her.  Fear of the consequences if they
actually went through with it.

   "And now that I know, what happens?"

   He paused, considering her question.  

   "Nothing has to change, Scully.  Just push it out of your mind, and
I'll do the same.  I've lived this long with the thought, I can keep on
going.  No matter what happens, I don't want to lose you as a partner, and
I'll do anything to make sure that doesn't happen."

   Tears sprung to her eyes.  He had said that with such fervor, with such
emotion.  She wasn't sure how to respond.  The only thing she knew for
sure was that she didn't want to lose him either.

   "What if I'd said I feel the same way?"  She surprised both of them
with her words.

   He stared at her, eyes wide, analyzing her to see what she meant. 
Trying to figure out if she were teasing of if this meant what he hoped it
meant.

   "Scully, if you're pulling my leg... let me tell you, this is a really
rotten time to do so."

   She put her hands to his face, cradling both his cheeks.

   "I'm not teasing.  I mean it.... Think about it Mulder... Do you
remember last night?"

   "All too vividly," he conceded, obviously trying not to.

   "Alright then... think back to the moment, right at the end... what did
I say?"

   He frowned, unsure he wanted to think back on that moment of passion
when the object of his desire was right in front of him.  Taking a deep
breath to try and relax, he closed his eyes and thought back to the
moment.  He had been teetering close to the edge, feeling her tense, arch
up towards him, and then she'd cried out, allowing him to finally let
himself release.  What had she said?  He tried to search his memory,
fighting with all his might to recall what she had cried out in the throes
of passion.  Suddenly one word sprung to mind.

   "You said my name!"

   She blushed again, for the umpteenth time that night, as she smiled
shyly, unable to meet his gaze.

   "Yes, I did."

   He was speechless.  The situation wasn't feeling real anymore... it was
like he was back in one of his dreams.... where Scully told him everything
he wanted to hear.

   "I think I'm dreaming..."

   "Go ahead.  Pinch yourself."

   "Huh?"

   "To see if you're dreaming.  Better yet.." She leaned in towards him. 
"Let me do it for you."

   She reached her hand around him, aimed for his posterior and took a
good pinch.

   He breathed in sharply... not so much from the pain as from the
sensations her hand had caused as it traveled over him.

   "See?  You're not dreaming."  She smiled.

   "Well, that's not proof enough for me."

   "Oh?  What else do you need, Mulder?"

   "You."

   He reached out for her, taking her face in his hands and lowering his
lips to hers.  Her mouth was soft, sweet, intoxicating.  He pried her lips
apart, probing deeper, feeling a need to reach deep inside her.  Stopping
to gasp for air, he pulled back.  Staring into her eyes he smiled, then
asked.

   "Well, what do you think?"

   Her eyes were glazed over.  She took a moment to refocus, and then the
searing heat that her eyes gave off as they traveled all over his body
made his temperature rise several notches.

   "I think.... that if I'm dreaming, this time I *really* don't want to
wake up."  Scully answered, leaving him pondering about the previous
times.

   "Trust me... this is no dream."

   She stopped and looked at him in a resolute fashion.

   "Mulder, I want you to hear me.  I believe you.  You didn't do anything
on purpose.  You didn't want to hurt me, and I trust you.  You have to
believe that."

   He smiled, obviously touched by what she had said.

   "Thank you."

   Just two little words, but the best he could come up with.  Long
drawn-out sentences could not have explained what he was feeling any
better.

   "Besides..." Dana continued, giving him a sly look," you're a pretty
good kisser, and if memory serves... you're an amazing lover."

   She didn't even have a chance to gauge his reaction.  He just reached
out and pulled him into his arms, then stood up and headed straight
towards her bedroom.

   She let out a little cry of surprise as he dropped her on the bed,
busying himself with his shirt buttons, which he was undoing at a speed
which amazed her.  Pulling off both his jacket and his shirt he advanced
towards her, taking her breath away with the passion she saw in his eyes. 
He lowered himself onto her gently, giving her time to adjust under him as
he began to work on her blouse.  Her limbs seemed detached from her body,
and all she could do was watch as he slowly undressed her.  Little by
little pieces of clothing began to litter the floor... shirt, blouse,
pants, skirt, socks, shoes, pantyhose, underwear.  They made a colourful
pile of rumpled cloth, carelessly tossed together as their owners occupied
themselves with more pressing matters.

   Dana's hands, which had seemingly been paralyzed moments earlier, had
now taken a mind of their own and were traveling over her partner's body,
exploring the muscle, the sinews, the curves, and the flat planes.  She
could feel his silky skin, its warmth an invitation to further
exploration.  She spread a hand across his chest, feeling the springy
softness of the sparse growth tickling her.  Suddenly it wasn't enough to
feel him with her hands.  She wanted to taste every inch of his body. 
Re-explore the curves, knowing that this time it was for real.  She
reached up to hold his head, first kissing him thoroughly before moving on
to drop light kisses on his eyes, his nose, his cheeks, his chin... she
could feel the stubble of his day-old beard rubbing against her skin.  She
headed for his ear, nibbling the contour, tasting the lobe which she
flicked playfully with her tongue, reaching behind the ear to the warm
spot where she could feel his pulse racing.  She started to descend,
tracing a path to his shoulder before she stopped, her neck straining from
having to reach upwards.  She got a good grip of her partner and pushed
off the bed, effectively rolling him over with herself following.  Now
sitting comfortably over him she re-started her exploration of him as she
registered his grunt of surprise.

   Fox Mulder had not been inactive.  After having divested himself of the
cumbersome clothing he had begun his own thorough exploration of his
partner... realizing how this last word had taken on a new meaning.  He
had begun to run his hands over every inch of her body, exhilarated by the
memory of her curves, and even more excited to know that this was no
longer a dream but a reality they both longed for.  He had shivered at her
touch, feeling a faint stirring that moved from the point of contact and
spread throughout his body, pooling in his lower stomach and groin.  He
had then felt overwhelmed when her mouth had begun to explore him as well,
leaving him almost weak from the touch.  It was for this reason, he
rationalized, that he had been unprepared for her following move as he
landed on his back.

   A little frustrated, he was about to say something when he felt her
mouth descend on him again, beginning to follow the muscles on his chest,
stopping at his pectorals to lightly lick a nipple, as if testing for a
reaction.  His groan of delight surprised him, if not her, and seemed to
encourage her to continue this treatment.  She began tracing circles
around the small, hard protrusion, then suddenly took a quick nip,
followed by a soothing kiss before she favoured his other side, leaving
the cooling saliva to wreak havoc on his nervous system before she
returned for another round.  Having lost all ability for coherent speech,
he simply grabbed her arms and lifted her bodily off him as he guided her
to his side, turning to face her.

   She gazed at him questioningly as he slowly lowered his head to her
breasts to give her the same treatment she had just given him.  She lost
all muscle control and let her head fall, gasping as the sensations built,
making her heart flutter and her temperature rise.  It was getting hot in
here... very hot.  She pulled his head away from her, giving him a look of
utter and complete desire as she leaned in to kiss him again,
passionately, until they both needed to come up for air.  Not stopping,
she began to run one hand along his side, pausing to tickle, to feel, to
arouse...  She gasped in shock as she felt his hand reach out for her,
mirroring her every move.  And so they began a game... one would caress,
kiss, massage, explore, and then move back while the other repeated the
same move.

   It was quite exciting, enabling one to feel immediately what the other
had felt.  Soon their caresses began to reach a fevered pitch, the one
existing only to please the other.  And then it was no longer enough.  She
wanted to feel him inside her, and he wanted to lose himself in her.  

   Yet Mulder was still hesitant.  He still had residual guilt from the
previous nights and he wanted to atone for this as best as he could.  As
he heard his partner utter a few words, begging him to take her - now - he
shook his head softly, rolled her onto her back and traced a line of
kisses down towards her stomach.  He continued downwards, glancing quickly
over the curls to reach down between her thighs.  She was hot and she was
moist... most definitely ready for him.  He dipped down and quickly darted
his tongue over the soft, swollen folds.  She reacted instantly, letting
out a soft cry and arching upwards as her stomach muscles clenched, then
unclenched.  He held her thighs with his hands, opening them a little more
as he leaned in, intent on giving her as much pleasure as he could.  She
began to moan softly, turning her head from side to side, writhing beneath
his ministrations.  She was trying to say something, but apparently she
was unable to do so.

   Fighting with herself to move, Scully finally managed to take a deep
breath and lift herself into a semi-seated position.  With the last of her
strength and willpower she took her partner's head in her hands and guided
him away from her.  She looked at him softly as she met his questioning
gaze.

   "No.  Not this way... We do it together."

   He simply nodded his acceptance as made his way back up towards her,
leaning down to kiss her.  She stopped him again.

   "Not this way either."

   He looked at her, utterly confused.  She giggled softly as she took his
arms and guided him onto his back as she raised herself to reach over him.

   "You were on top last time... now it's my turn."

   She saw the devilish grin as he understood her, and then agreed with
her suggestion.  Smiling down at him, she reached back to cup him. 
Feeling his hardness, his readiness, she wasted no time.  Repositioning
herself so that she was kneeling on either side of his hips she grasped
him fully as she guided him into her, descending slowly... observing the
reaction on his face as she did so.  He closed his eyes and breathed
sharply, tension etching its way across his face as he felt her slowly
enclose him. She could feel him enter... feel herself stretch to
accommodate him.  As an experiment she consciously contracted her inner
muscles, just to see what he would do.  He took another sharp breath and
twitched, his eyes flying open to look at her.  She smiled back
reassuringly.

   When she was finally pressed down on him, with him as far into her as
could be, she leaned down to kiss him, letting the hair cascading about
her face tickle his chest and neck as she reached for his mouth.  His arms
wrapped around her torso in a fierce hug, betraying the emotions and
feelings which were coiled tightly inside him.  He then released her,
letting his hands roam down to her rear where he began to lift her up and
let her fall back down... enticing her to begin the rhythm.  She complied,
raising herself to only lower herself back onto him, reveling in the
sensations as she felt him thrust into her.  Oblivious to everything
except the feel of him inside her and the feel of his hands as they
traveled over everything they could reach.

   He let her set the pace, lifting up to meet her as she began her
descents.  He wanted her.  He needed her.  He was lost in her and he felt
himself drowning in the pleasure.  He was barely aware that he had spoken
as he breathily asked her to keep going.  He would shrivel up and die if
she stopped now.  He felt her increase the pace, heard her ragged
breathing, felt her pulse as he caressed her throat or her heartbeat as he
ran his hand over her chest.  They were unstoppable now.  A train without
brakes, a tidal wave... roaring onwards.  He heard her begin to gasp,
feeling her approach the end... the release they both sought fervently.

   Dana was now concentrating only on the feel of her hands against her
partner's body and on the escalating rhythm of their joining as she
instinctively increased the pace of her thrusts, pushing down, further,
faster.  She felt her stomach muscles clench, felt her breath catch, and
then lost herself as she began to rock with spasms, heat and pleasure
coursing through her as she tensed, crying out.  After a moment she began
to relax, collapsing onto her partner who was still moving under her.

   He heard her gasp, felt her tense, and then saw and felt her release as
she clenched spastically around him, driving him very near to the edge. 
He was close... so close... He continued to thrust his hips upwards, and
as she began to fall on him, exhausted.  He felt himself let go...
releasing... flooding her... losing touch with anything but the intense
pleasure and the feel of his arms wrapped around her.

   She looked into his face as she felt his release, seeing his face
tighten into an expression mirroring pain as he slipped into a world of
limitless pleasure.  She caressed his sweaty brow, giving him time to
relax, to take a deep breath and collapse back onto the mattress.  Then
she leaned in on him, pressing herself against him, not wanting to let go
of the feeling of his body against hers.

   He wrapped his arms tightly around her again, taking the time to regain
his breath.  Unwilling to open his eyes, as if afraid that she would no
longer be there... That this would be another dream and he would wake up
alone in his bed.  In a dark, messy apartment, with the traffic noise and
the bubbling from the aquarium as his only companions.

   She continued to caress his face, stopping occasionally to retrace her
steps with her lips.  Finally he opened his eyes.  He looked up at her
with dilated pupils, his expression unreadable.  She smiled down at him.  

   "Hi."  She said, shyly.

   "Hi yourself." He replied, a grin playing across his face.

   "Well?"

   He smiled, then burst into a chuckle.

   "What can I say, Scully?  You've once again surpassed my expectations. 
Not only that, you've gone beyond my wildest dreams.  There are no words
to describe how I feel right now."

   She smiled down at him, touched and warmed by his words.

   "How about you show me then?"

   His grin widened.  

   "I'd love to.  Just give me a few minutes to get my breath, and then
try and stop me."

   "I wouldn't dream of it..."  She teased as she leaned down to place a
tender kiss on his lips.  He responded in kind and they held each other as
they proved once again the depth of their emotions.

   Scully didn't get much sleep that night either, but she was quite
relaxed when she got up the next day... and the day after that... and the
day after that...

The end.


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