From: <bhans@dmans.com>
Subject: Lights Out (NC-17)
Date: Wednesday, December 01, 1999 2:49 PM

   LIGHTS OUT

   By Shans

   Disclaimers:   I have no rights, they all belong to Chris Carter, 1013
and Fox. Other than that, I made this.

   Notes:   I am a pervert. I love to read this filth and thought it might
be fun to write some, too. Let me know if you like it, otherwise, tough
patootie. Pure M/S trash, if offended by this, don't read it.


Scully entered her apartment and flipped on the light switch. Nothing. She
flipped a couple more times out of aggravated desperation. 'Just great,'
she thought to herself, 'Yet another thing to go wrong today.' 

It was not as if it had been a bad day, just an extremely unproductive one.
She hated when, no matter how hard she tried, nothing would fit the way it
should. 
She had been running some supposedly simple lab tests on some recent
specimens they had come across at their last crime scene, but was not
having a lot of luck. The results just wouldn't work together.

Of course, Mulder had not been much help, either. For some strange reason,
he kept hovering over her unnecessarily and making more of his lame double
entendres.

Frankly, it was the closeness that bothered her the most. Her mind tended
to drift into endless fantasies when he flitted around her almost touching
her, brushing against her ever so slightly now and again. It could be sheer
agony and things were difficult enough at the moment.

Finally, she had had enough. "Just go home, Mulder." Dana finally blurted
out, venting her frustration somewhat undeservedly on him. "You're
distracting me too much and I would really like to feel like I'm getting
paid for something other than just listening to your jokes today." 

He had seemed a little hurt by that, but then seemed to recover quickly.
"OK, Scully . . . your home or mine?"

Dana just looked up and arched an eyebrow at him.

"OK, OK, I'm going." He held his hands up in mock defeat, grinning at her.
"See you later, right?"

"Sure," she replied, not sure at all what he had meant by later.

So here she was, home alone on another Friday night and she could not even
turn on the damn light. Well, fuck it, she would worry about it tomorrow.
She locked the door and made her way to the bedroom by memory, removing her
jacket as she went.

She made it in, kicked off her shoes and flipped on the switch there. Nothing.
All right, this was strange. Bulbs do not burn out at the same time. Maybe
the building blew a circuit. She looked at her nightstand but the readout
on her digital alarm clock read 8:53 just like it should. The hairs on the
back of her neck suddenly stood on end and she was sure someone else was in
the room.
"It's just me, Scully." She looked sharply in the direction of what was
distinctly Mulder's voice.

"Mulder, what the hell are you doing here? And more importantly, what the
hell is wrong with my lights?"

"Well, first of all you told me to go home and you never said who's home.
Remember, I asked. Also, I needed to talk to you. In response to your
second question, I untwisted the bulbs just a bit. They work fine."

"O-O-O-O-O-O Kayyyyyyy. And you did that because??" she asked.

"I need to talk to you about something and I was afraid to see the look on
your face when I did. I'm not sure I could take it."

"Mulder," she replied, a bit exacerbated, "you know you can talk to me
about anything. I don't judge you. You are my partner, my friend . . . . "
She let the rest go unsaid, not wanting to leave herself too open.
"Trust me on this one, then, I might not be able to complete this
conversation in the light." He stated.

"Alright, Mulder, have it your way. But do you mind if I get changed first?
I've been on my feet so long and these clothes aren't exactly nice and
comfortable."
"Go ahead," he replied, yet he made no move to leave.

After a few seconds of just standing there, she sighed. "Well?" she asked.
As if in reply, Mulder went to her and reached out his hand, caressing her
cheek. Scully felt an extreme warmth wash through her body, starting at the
point of contact. "Sit down," he said softly, gently helping her to the
edge of the bed. She did, but looked at him strangely. Her eyes had
adjusted enough to see vaguely by the lights coming in her bedroom window,
but everything was just shadows. Mulder knelt down in front of her and
picked up one of her feet with both of his hands, sliding her shoe off as
he did so. Slowly, he began to massage her foot. 

Dana jerked her foot away, mostly because what he was doing was giving her
very unpartnerlike feelings towards him. She had enough of those already,
thank you very much. "What are you doing?" she asked much more sharply than
she meant to, due, she was sure, to the shock his touch sent through her
body.

Mulder simply picked her foot up and began massaging it again, from the
center out. "I'm trying to talk to you and make you comfortable at the same
time. Is that OK?"

He was not being sarcastic, Dana thought, he obviously meant it. If he
asked, she could deny him nothing. "OK," she breathed. A little shudder ran
through her.

Mulder adjusted his position so he was firmly on the floor now and placed
her heel so it rested on his thigh. Not once did his fingers stop working
her flesh. It was a lovely torture.

"Scully," he went on after a few seconds, his hands now massaging the ball
of her foot, "how do you feel about our relationship?"

Scully froze for a brief moment. Surely he was not thinking what she was.
"What do you mean, Mulder?" she asked in reply.

"Well," he had finished with that foot and now was picking up the other
one, sliding off its shoe, "I've just been thinking a lot lately about you
and me and wondering what we were all about."

God, this felt so good, she could not think right now. Rely on old standard
responses, Scully. "We're about the X-Files, Mulder. You know that."

"Oh." He seemed disappointed, but his fingers were still moving across her
skin. The thinness of her stockings was doing nothing to protect her from
his touch. She could not take it.

"What do you think we're about, Mulder?"

"I'm not sure, Scully. That's why I came to see you."

His hands had stopped moving, but were still holding her foot and . . . .
ankle? When had he put his hand around her ankle?

"Why, Mulder?" she whispered, leaning slightly forward so her forearms
rested on her knees. She realized, suddenly, he needed to be led just a bit
to some sort of an answer. "What would you like us to be about?"

Mulder raised up on his knees again, which put him face to face with
Scully. They were close enough to feel each other's breath. "I want us to
be about the X-Files, Scully . . ."

"Oh," she replied, pulling back just a bit.

He reached out suddenly and grabbed her gently by the elbows, not letting
her pull back anymore. "But I'd also like us to be about each other. I need
us to be about each other. I need you." 

Scully's heart began to race. "I'd like that, too, Mulder. I've needed you
for so long," she replied reaching a hand up to his face and cupping his
cheek.
Mulder leaned in just a bit more then and slid his hands up her arms until
one hand rested on each side of her face. Ever so slowly and softly he
kissed her lips. 

Her stomach flip-flopped with the thrill of his mouth. She leaned further
into him and strengthened the kiss. His mouth moved slightly and she felt
his tongue glide over her lower lip, caressing it as if to ask entrance.
She gladly acquiesced and his tongue passed slowly over her teeth before
moving into her mouth. The kiss began to intensify as their tongues danced
together. Her hands wound their way around his neck and she pulled him to
her as hard as she could. This was heaven.

Suddenly, he broke the kiss. "Scully, would you mind if I turned the lights
on?" Mulder asked gently, "I want to be able to see you."

"You're the one who turned them off," she teased.

She hated that the contact had been broken and she hated that the light was
so bright when it came on. Squinting was not attractive on anybody. Just as
she was getting focused, Mulder appeared in front of her, kneeling again.
"Weren't you going to get these uncomfortable clothes off?" he asked.
Before she could reply, his hand slid up her leg and he gently began to
pull off one of her stockings. Heat flooded her body. "Mulder, what are you
doing?" she asked.

"Helping you get more comfortable, Scully." She looked into his face and
suddenly realized he was staring intently at her. "Do you want me to stop?"
he inquired, his hands not leaving her leg, but ceasing in their path
downwards.
She could not speak and just shook her head slightly. He resumed work on
her first stocking.

Once it was removed, he began slowly massaging his way back up her leg.
When he reached the spot where the elastic top of her stocking had been, he
gently nudged her skirt up and began kissing the abused flesh. "Mulder,'
she gasped, "are you sure about this?"

"What do you mean, Scully?" he asked, transferring his attention to her
other leg. Slowly, he began to ease her other stocking down. She was
definitely finding it hard to think, but she knew what Mulder's type was
and she was definitely not the leggy, blonde type he usually associated
with. If this was going to happen, she wanted to make sure it was because
he truly wanted it to happen with her and not because this was another one
of his 'I'd do anything for my best friend Scully' things.

"I mean, Mulder," she was really having to struggle with maintaining her
thought processes, "are you sure you want this to happen between us?"
Mulder's hand froze just as he had finished removing her stocking. "Why,
don't you?"

"Yes." She replied more adamantly than she had meant to. She was rewarded
with a lopsided grin. "Now answer my question," she insisted.

"With every ounce of my being," he responded as he began massaging his way
up her second leg. He bent over to kiss this thigh as he had the first. Her
hands went to his shoulders and neck, then travelled up to run through his
hair. His hands had snaked their way around her waist and he sat up once
more to take her mouth with his in an intense kiss, their tongues dancing
together deeply, their mouths melded as one.

His mouth left hers and slowly he kissed and licked his way to her ear. His
tongue began to slowly trace the outer edge of Scully's ear as his hands
slowly unbuttoned her blouse. She gently began to trace her finger up his
sides, feeling each rib as she went. Suddenly she grabbed him tightly as
his tongue made its way into the opening of her ear. When he began to suck
on her ear at the same time, she almost lost it. The pressure and moisture
felt terrific. She groaned and slid her hands under his shirt.

Her fingers began to trace around his ribcage and worked their way up to
his nipples. Lightly she raked her thumbnails across them, causing them to
become erect. Mulder slid her now unbuttoned blouse off of her shoulders
and began kissing and nibbling his way down her neck to where it joined her
shoulder, undoing her bra at the same time. Upon reaching the juncture, he
bit down into the nerve there, making her jump slightly.

Dana decided she could not take it any longer and swiftly lifted his
T-shirt over his head. She stared at his naked torso lustily for a mere
second before forcefully shoving him flat onto the bed. Just as quickly,
her fingers flew to his fly and began unbuttoning his jeans while doing
what she had longed to do the first time she saw his chest. Her mouth began
kissing the hollow at the base of his throat, working downwards slowly, her
tongue painting small spirals as she went. At the same time, Fox began to
run his fingers lightly along the waistband of her skirt, finding the
zipper in the back and releasing it.
Scully's mouth began to work its way sideways, until she reached his
nipple. Her tongue slowly worked its way around the areola before her mouth
covered it. She began to suck and lick at the same time, then suddenly her
teeth grazed over the surface, pinching the nipple and pulling it up until
her mouth slid off.
Sitting up suddenly, Dana yanked his jeans down and off with a fierceness,
almost pulling Mulder off the bed.  Mulder sat up and slid Dana's skirt off
before grabbing her shoulders and kissing her again with the same intensity
she had just shown him. Their mouths slanted across each others, almost
brutally, while they licked each other's teeth, gums, tongues, cheeks, then
penetrating as deeply as they could into each others mouths. 

Mulder pulled away, breaking the kiss and looked at Dana. "Wait," he said,
"Let's go a little slower. I want this to last." 

"I'm not sure I can go any slower, Mulder," Scully replied, grabbing the
waistband of his boxers and carefully lowering them.

"Try." He replied. He stepped out of his boxers and relieved Scully of her
own underwear before gently placing her on the bed on her stomach. 

"Mulder, what are you doing?" she asked.

"Trust me."

He straddled her thighs and leaned over to her nightstand, picking up a
bottle. A light fragrance of almonds floated down to Scully just as
Mulder's hands began to spread the warm oil over her shoulders. Slowly, he
began to knead out all of the day's tensions from her neck and shoulders.
His hands then began to work out to her arms. A hum began to emit from
Dana. "You OK, Scully?" Fox asked, working on her middle and lower back
now. "God, yes, Mulder. I'm fantastic." She replied.

Mulder's hands continued to work their magic over her buttocks and legs,
then he slowly rolled her over and did the same for her front.

When he was finally finished, he lay down on his side next to Dana, but she
pushed him over stating simply "Your turn." 

She began just as he had, but when she was nearly done massaging his front,
her fingernails began to scrape lightly up the sole of his foot. She smiled
at him suddenly, then her head swooped down as she took his big toe in her
mouth and began to suck on it as hard as she could. Mulder's breath caught
and Dana, pleased with his response, began to slowly kiss her way up the
inside of his leg. Upon reaching the apex, she took first one, then the
other of his balls into her mouth and carefully sucked on them. Then she
began to lick his penis from the root to the tip before taking it into her
mouth and throat. Soon, her tongue began to play with the ridge at the tip,
bumping up and down over it. Mulder groaned and clenched his hands into
fists trying desperately to hold on. 
To avoid losing all control, he rolled over quickly, taking Dana with him.
"Your turn," he mimicked, staring wickedly into her eyes as his fingertips
stoked gently up and down the inside of her thigh. Slowly, his head lowered
to join his hand. Gently he spread her thighs open. "You're beautiful," he
stated simply before slowly applying his tongue to her clitoris. Scully
felt her insides flip over when he said it, but found it hard to think the
next second as he blew hot, moist air on her and licked her again. He was
being agonizingly slow and gentle and it was getting to be almost too much.


"More," she breathed. It was almost a whisper, but he must have heard as
immediately his mouth descended fully upon her as he sucked and played with
her clitoris. At the same time, his hand began to stroke its way up her
thigh gently and a finger entered her. The full attack on her senses was
almost too much and her body leapt. Mulder held on and continued his slow
attack inserting a second finger and finding a sensitive spot to toy with.
He sped up until Dana felt as though she was pulsing.

Suddenly she felt it coming down on her, the pressure building. "I can't
hold on . . ." she managed to get out. Mulder's mouth stopped its magic for
just a minute. "Let go," Mulder managed to get out before finding his place
and starting up again. Within seconds, the pressure exploded inside of her
and Dana cried out, grabbing Mulder hard by the shoulders.

Before she could completely relax, though, Mulder was next to her, kissing
her, letting her taste her flavors mixed with his. Scully wrapped one thigh
over his and, pushing him over onto his back, straddled him. "Our turn,"
she whispered as she slowly guided him into her.

She began so painstakingly slow, Mulder began to whimper ever so slightly
and shake. He looked so beautiful and helpless, she decided to have pity on
him. Scully began to move faster, tilting and rotating her hips, finding
what pleased him the most. Her hand went to his chest and she lightly
scraped her fingernails over his nipples, then around them. "Let it go,
Mulder," she whispered to him, "Fuck me." 

He stared at her, then rolled her over onto her back. Grabbing each leg
with one hand behind the knee, he lifted them up and drove into her. She
groaned and shook with the pleasure of the penetration, grabbing him by the
hips and urging him faster. They drove into each other and as he struck a
sensitive spot each time Dana could feel another orgasm rapidly
approaching. She gripped his buttocks hard and moaned, unable to speak but
desperate for him to understand she was about to come. Suddenly, she
spasmed and cried out as her body released itself again. Just seconds
later, Mulder too cried out as he finally allowed his own much needed
release. "Dana," he screamed and she clutched him to her as fiercely as she
could.

A few minutes later, as they lay clutching each other, Dana looked at
Mulder and asked him, "Why tonight?' "I don't know," he replied, "I just
couldn't think of going another night without you. I love you too much to
be without you anymore."
"I'm glad," she said, "I love you too."

END

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