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Unknown Series by Maddie Hayes
From: Maddie Hayes <[email protected]> Date: 15 Mar 1999 21:57:15 GMT Subject: NEW: Unknown I (1/2) please read this first….
Title: Unknown I (1/2)
Author: Maddie Hayes <[email protected]> Category: MSR (kinda), RST Rating: NC-17 big time (sex, sex, more sex) Part 1 of 2
Spoilers: “Fight the Future”
Summary: Scully ventures into some unknown territory.
Archive: Please archive at Gossamer and Xemplary with my thanks, as long as my name remains attached and the story unchanged.
Disclaimer: Scully and Mulder belong to Chris Carter and 1013 productions; if they belonged to me, I probably wouldn’t need to write this. No intention for profit here- that would be way too productive, even for me.
A special thanks to Suzanne Bickerstaffe, who patiently argued with me about the truths of human physiology and offered some very solid advice along the way. Also thanks to Rachel Anton for taking the time to read my first efforts at fanfiction and to remove me from the world of thought brackets.
Feedback: Please. I’m new at this- so tell me what you think. Love it? Hate it? Write and tell me why. <[email protected]>
Unknown I
12:59 am
The phone was ringing. Scully was waking from a very deep sleep. She was sure she was still trapped in a dream sequence, not sure exactly what that sequence was, but knowing it was making her feel… well, feel intense. As the phone’s obnoxious rings were seemingly getting louder, she opened one eye and noticed how she had her second pillow clasped firmly between her thighs. The phone rang again and she grimaced, opening both eyes and rubbing them sleepily with her fists.
Dammit, she thought. It was Friday night, her clock read 1:01, and she wanted to continue going wherever she was going. Whatever she was doing, because she felt very, very aroused.
Ring.
Fuck! Her FBI side then kicked in, as it always did, and she groped for the cordless on her bedstand, almost knocking it across the room but managing to fumble it into her bed and press “talk.”
“Hello.” She realized the word came out more as a low moan, but she did not care.
There was a long pause. Almost too long and she considered hanging up.
“Scully?” Her name, Mulder saying her name, and she could have sworn his voiced cracked. “Scully, it’s me.”
“Mulder?” Her voice still lower than usual. “Do you know what time it is?” The ritual question.
“Yes.”
She quickly became more alert, abandoning her pillow, worried that something must be very wrong for him to be calling her this late. On a Friday. “Mulder, what is it? What’s wrong?”
“I’m sorry to be calling you this late. Something has just come up, something really important. I need your help.” She could hear Mulder nervously drumming his fingers in the background. His voice sounded different, more urgent than usual. “I need you to meet me somewhere. Now.”
Scully was definitely awake now. “Is someone in trouble? Did you get a tip?” She was now sitting up and stretching out her legs.
“I guess you could say that. Listen, Scully, I don’t have time to give you the details. I don’t think it’s a dangerous situation, but I really need you there.” He emphasized the word really. “Here’s the address.”
Scully repeated the information he just gave her. “431 King Drive?”
“Yes.”
“Mulder…wha..” She was startled to hear that he had hung up the phone. What the hell? She wasn’t sure if she should be totally freaked out, frantic that he was in danger somehow, but then she remembered that he had assured her, somewhat, that this was not a dangerous situation.
She jumped off her bed, got her gun, pulled on a pair of FBI sweats, a t-shirt and tennis shoes, deciding to move quickly anyway. She couldn’t help but smirk at how many times her sleep had been disturbed by that voice, and how many times she had to leave the comfort of her pj’s to go on some strange night hunt with him.
Here we go, she thought as she rushed out her door, locked her apartment and felt the warm night air as she ran to get into her car.
On her way over to this mysterious address, Scully found herself thinking a lot about the past weeks. Actually, the past months. Her relationship with Mulder had always been strange. But lately it had been, well, awkward. Both agents had been acting a bit edgy, tense, and she thought she knew why.
What was it? Of course the practical reason should be their wacked-out caseload. Her mind raced through many of the intense cases they had been working on lately, fully realizing that wasn’t it at all….
She knew when it started.
Ever since they had gotten back from the Arctic. Even before that. Well, actually, it was that moment in the hallway – it had really surprised her. Shocked her. She wasn’t sure if her shock came from Mulder’s declaration as to how much he needed her, the look in his eyes, or the fact that he almost kissed her. Really kissed her.
Scully told herself it was the look. That is what she thought about, at the time, anyway. His eyes looking darker than she could ever remember, singly focused on her. His eyes wanted her. She had never forgotten that look. It always made her catch her breath, each glimpse of it made her feel a bit woozy, as she had back in that hallway.
Of course, in the hallway, she had responded – before she could even think about it, she responded… and then the pain, and waking up, naked, quivering in Mulder’s arms in a very dark place. Not where she expected to wake up. That was for sure.
She felt a certain creepiness come over her, inevitably from the memory of that room, the hazy memory of him carrying her through that eerie space, and up, up towards the whiteness of vast amounts of snow, and safety. It was so surreal, thinking back to that moment, lying in a field of white. Not sure if she was dead, but feeling Mulder beside her as a reminder that she wasn’t.
Scully knew that the experience had irreversibly changed them. She thought that eventually they would have to talk about it. But, in typical Mulder and Scully fashion, they had immersed themselves in their work. It appeared, on the surface, that everything was back to normal.
But it wasn’t. Not even close.
“Shit.” She slammed her hand on the steering wheel as she realized she just missed her turn.
When her car pulled up to 431 King Drive, she was somewhat surprised. It was a big Victorian house, set on a hill. Serene. What could this be about? she thought as she got out of the car. Her hand reached around her back to make sure she had her gun. She did.
She also noticed that Mulder’s car was across the street. Where was he? She certainly expected that he would be here, outside, waiting for her.
“This is so strange.” She said it out loud, as the bright full moon guided her steps across the lawn. Scully climbed the stairs to the porch.
“Mulder?” She said his name loudly, almost angrily. “Mulder, where are you?” She walked around the porch, looking. Seeing nothing but shadows, she crept around the back of the house, still looking for him.
No sign of him out here.
Beginning to get a little worried, she decided to go in the house. Arriving at the large dark wood front door, she jiggled the handle. It was open.
Where is he? She stepped inside this house, noticing a faint musty smell as she went inside. The same kind of smell that a summer home has when you return after winter. It was a beautiful old house, sparsely furnished, with very masculine oriental rugs covering most of the floors. Large wooden antiques lined the hallways, not quite lived in but not abandoned either.
“Mulder?” She said his name again, her voice echoing down the vast hallway. No response. The light from the moon flooded in through the tall windows, and she was glad because she did not bring in a flashlight.
Remembering his words that this was not a dangerous situation, she tried to keep her worrying down to a minimum, and began to explore the house. She guessed it was a five bedroom, 1800s era house. She walked into the living room, kitchen, parlor, (was it a parlor?) and saw no sign of him.
Dammit Mulder, where are you? She saw a beautiful staircase, and decided that there was nothing downstairs and to continue the search upstairs.
She again thought how strange the situation was. His car was out there, but there was no sign of him anywhere. At the top of the stairs past the landing she saw a hallway with many doors. She walked towards the one door that was slightly ajar, and stopped at the door frame.
“Mulder?” Again, nothing. Her eyes swept over the room, noting that there was less light in there. She stepped inside.
Abruptly, she felt hands roughly grip her shoulders and quickly pull her backwards. How could I be so stupid? she thought frantically, realizing that there were arms around her, restraining her wrists, preventing her from reaching her gun.
Her throat tightened, as she felt the same fear she always did when someone constrained her. The arms encircled her middle, tightly, making it nearly impossible to move.
“What the hell…” a hand gripped her mouth, cutting off her sentence. She squirmed, her back up against this man, hearing his quick breathing.
She stood there, trapped for endless minutes, no sound in the room but her muffled breathing and his.
Then she felt it. The arm that was so tightly around her lower middle, was beginning to rub over her stomach. Gently. It was not the hand of someone that intended to harm her.
Without a conscious thought, she began to feel a warmth within her. The hand still was covering her mouth, and she felt his breathing on her neck.
I should feel fear, she reminded herself. This was not a safe situation. Why was this person holding her like this? Touching her? Even more importantly, where was her reaction coming from? She pressed backwards firmly, not sure if she was trying to harm or arouse. A pressure in her lower back indicated the latter.
Scully could smell him; she knew it had to be him. The way he was touching her, the way she was responding. She knew these hands; the touch was familiar. Wasn’t it?
Slowly the lower hand crept up her chest, and massaged her breasts. Firmly, maybe even a little clumsily. Scully squirmed again, somewhat disturbed that she was actually enjoying it. Is this a stranger’s touch? Or was it a stranger? No, it couldn’t be. It had to be him. Her mind was not processing anything else at this moment.
The lower hand was still exploring, more urgently, smoothing over her stomach, running over her curvy hips, reaching around and touching her ass, the area between her legs, firmly, never stopping and feeling long enough for the touch to satisfy this heat, but certainly long enough for her want it.
Scully realized the hand covering her mouth was becoming more and more distracted, and she absentmindedly licked the palm, slowly drawing circles with her tongue, tasting the sweat on his skin. She heard his low groan, his voice, a moment passed, and then his lips began to suck her neck, hard. It was then her turn to moan, and she realized that both hands were now groping her body, as his tongue was licking the side of her neck, the back of her neck. The air moving around them found these wet places and sent a shiver down her spine.
She was not so surprised to find that even with this new freedom, she made no motion to scream, or break away from this embrace.
Her head was spinning, she felt like was back in her bed, with the pillow between her legs, back in that dream, but now, these hands, they were driving her crazy. His hands.
She looked down and saw the outline of them in the poorly lit room, encircling her breasts, rolling her nipples through her t-shirt between the long fingers. A pinch with one hand, as the other hand firmly ran down the front of her, pressed to her pelvic bone, making those maddening circles, the tongue was now in her ear, probing, the lower hand broke from its incessant circling, moved down between her legs, taking two fingers and pressing through her clothes knowingly, finding the wet heat between her legs, pulling her sweats tightly into that space.
It was unbearable for her. Just as her hand made its way to encourage this exploration, something in her snapped. Finally, she became flooded with uncertainty. Doubt. Instead of allowing herself to guide these now actively stroking fingers where she really wanted him, her hand quickly went behind her back and grabbed her gun from its holster.
Jumping about a foot and spinning around, she screamed “What the FUCK is going on here!”
Part 2
She stood there, pointing a gun at this shadowed figure, and imagined the scene. Here she was, and she was breathless. Her hair most likely standing on end, her neck and god knows what else totally wet from this assault. The only thing that made sense: her hands firmly holding this gun, pointing at this unknown or known captor.
She saw the figure raise his long arms…her eyes strained to find a feature, his mouth, his eyes, anything. She couldn’t find anything familiar. Instead, she just saw a slow movement of his trembling hands up in the air, in the surrender, I give up position.
“Now I want you to keep your hands up, and walk slowly, in front of me, slowly to the window.” With her gun pointed to the back of his head, the figure began to move, slowly as directed, to the window. She noticed he was clad in a black leather jacket, he was wearing a black stocking cap, blue jeans, black shoes.
Scully didn’t recognize the jacket. She came to a quick realization that maybe this wasn’t him, and the subsequent horrifying realization that she melted for a stranger. A rapist.
Shit. What if she was wrong? Anger welled up insider her, she felt more tense than she ever felt in her entire life, and what was worse, she was beginning to feel embarrassed by her blatant stupidity.
What is WRONG with me? The question kept running through her mind. She quickly moved closer to this stranger, her hands still shaking, but putting a little more pressure on the trigger of the gun.
“Now listen to me, closely.” She was nearly screaming now. “I want you to turn around, slowly, when I count to three.”
Amazingly, the figure shook his head. Shook his head no.
“NO?!” She yelled. She moved forward to press the gun into his back, nudging him. “Are you going to change your answer, you bastard? Move or I’ll shoot, I swear to god!”
There was a long pause, and the figure began to turn, slowly but surely, pulling his hat off as he did. Before she knew it, he was facing her, the light barely falling on his features. The first thing she looked at were his eyes, and she noted that they were closed.
Then his mouth, pressed into a firm line. His shoulders were slumped. His breathing low, controlled.
It was him.
She couldn’t fucking believe it. Yes, she could. The heat from her core was now making its way up her back. She was shaking uncontrollably, all over.
“MULDER!” she screamed, tossing her gun to the floor, afraid she would use it if she kept it in her hands.
He opened his eyes, reluctantly, to see her fist traveling at great speed to his face.
The blow almost made him lose balance and she saw him grip the windowsill to keep from falling.
“YOU SON OF A BITCH! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?”
How could he do this to her? She saw blood running from his nose; instead of feeling pity, she attacked him again, pounding her fists against his chest, pummeling him, punching anything she could find. Her fury finally made him lose balance, and both of them went tumbling to the floor, barely missing her gun.
She was now officially out of control. She didn’t know where this was coming from. Her unanswered passion channeling into fury? Her fear turned into anger? Who the hell knows, she thought, but right at this moment, she couldn’t stop this anger. She was slapping him, wanting him to know how pissed she was. She saw him wince as her fist came very close to punching him in the nuts. That was it, and with amazing response time, he flipped her over, pinning her under his trembling knees and holding her arms to the floor.
She glared at his face, looming above her, blood still running out of his nose. Again, time stood still as she stared, looking at his brow, furrowed, his eyes, wildly looking at her, his mouth, agape, breathing labored breaths, maybe because she broke one of his ribs with her blows, maybe because he couldn’t believe her reaction.
“SCULLY.” His voice for the first time since the phone call. Harsh. But amazingly, not angry. Again, those eyes, looking at her. Studying her.
“SCULLY.” Pleading. He said her name again, his expression still troubled, his breathing still labored, his eyes now closed, waiting.
Waiting for what? She paused, her breathing calming somewhat. She watched his face, intently. It almost looked as if he were sleeping. She remembered all the times she had watched him sleep, for some reason or another. He looked like a little boy right then, innocent. She was reminded that he was not innocent when she realized that his restraining her was beginning to hurt. Scully tried to move, but couldn’t.
“Scully.” A sigh. He said it again, and his eyes opened. And there it was. That look from the hallway. There was no mistaking it. She felt her anger amazingly subside. He was looking through her, his eyes piercing and dark. His gaze locked her in, and she begin to feel that wooziness she remembered almost too well. Stirring. She couldn’t move, but she had to. She stared at him for what seemed like an eternity, the silence of the room, except their labored breathing, the night sounds.
She had to move. She couldn’t. Autonomically, her head raised and her mouth clamped on his. First she thought she was trying to bite him. She knew he did too, because his mouth wasn’t responding. His resistance was not the reaction she wanted. Or what she needed.
The fury had now transformed back into passion and she began to lick his lips. Outlining the shape of his mouth with her tongue. She tasted something metallic on his upper lip, and began to suck it, suck the blood off his lip. She didn’t even notice when his knees slipped off her and she was nestled between his legs, and that the only remaining restraint was his grip on her wrists, above her head.
She licked the blood off his face, licked his eyes, and then noticed his mouth was slightly open, sucking in a deep breath.
She took that opportunity to return her mouth to his, and to slide her tongue into his warm wet mouth, licking his teeth, the roof of his mouth, drinking his saliva. His tongue, at first, wasn’t responding.
She then took it in her mouth, sucked it, and it suddenly became alive and with force that would have been too much in any other situation, rammed into her mouth so deeply she thought she might suffocate.
Then they were ravenously kissing, their faces pressed together, rubbing, licking, her jaw was as open as far as she could open it, eating him alive.
She could feel her skin getting redder by the friction of his slight stubble, and she loved the pain, she wanted it, she wanted him to kiss her harder.
Then the kiss ended abruptly, as if no two people could take any more of this, and Mulder drew his face back to look down at her.
He groaned, painfully. She saw that his eyes were wild, and she knew.
“Let me up, Mulder,” she barked, and he released her wrists, never removing his eyes from hers and moved to a sitting position, breathing heavily. She then sat up, her face centimeters from his.
The first thing she removed was his jacket.
She then pushed on his chest, hard, and he fell to his back. Within seconds she was the one straddling him, moving her hips, only so slightly.
He groaned again… his eyes fluttering. She could feel his enormous erection, pressing into his tight jeans, against her. She knew he was hurting, and not just from some bruised ribs.
Good.
She lifted her hips, ever so slightly to remove the pressure from his cock, and he knew better than to move. Scully took her finger and touched his face. Ran it along the side of his jaw, his lips. She put one finger in his mouth and he sucked it, his tongue moving underneath it. With the other hand, she pushed back his hair leaving her hand pressed against his forehead.
He then took two fingers in his mouth, sucking harder and harder, and she noticed his hips were moving, slowly. She felt a twitch between her legs, the warmth spreading. She removed her fingers, wiped the wetness on his face, and without breaking their heated gaze, moved her hands down to his chest.
For a moment, she stared at him hungrily, and he stared back at her helplessly. Quickly she ripped the shirt from him as she would a trauma victim, exposing his taut chest. His skin glowed slightly in the moonlight, and she watched his chest rise and fall. Rise and fall.
Then, her mouth was all over him, tasting his flesh, licking his nipples, sucking them, biting them, her hands were running over his chest, his arms, pushing, kneading; she knew she had to feel his skin touch hers, so she pulled her shirt over her head impatiently, throwing it across the room. Not even giving Mulder a chance to see her breasts, she fell on top of him, pressing herself into him, loving the feel of his skin against hers.
Her mouth was loosely kissing his neck, tonguing it, and she could hear him panting and groaning. His hands tentatively placed on the small of her back, afraid to press her too hard, but needing her to stay there, right there. She was rubbing her now wet sweatpants over his belly, grinding into him, feeling his erection touching her ass. She leaned over him, dangling a breast in front of his mouth, and he took it, gently at first, lightly licking her, but when she began to squirm frantically, he got the signal and sucked it hard, bit her, sucked her til she almost believed she felt the milk coming out of her.
For the first time, she let out a low moan. She knew she was close. She needed release. And he was going to give it to her. Now.
Quickly she stood up, and yanked her mangled sweats and cotton panties away from her moist center. The night air rushed in and aroused her even more. She stood naked over Mulder, looking down at his half- dressed, glistening body, seeing the wetness of her saliva all over him, she could feel the wetness growing in her.
She considered what to do next, and it wasn’t even a decision as she placed her knees astride his stunning face. She paused, making sure he had a good view of her folds, and she saw him staring at her, his eyes burning up into her. His hands stroking his belly nervously. He looked hopeful as he licked his lips.
That’s all it took, and she took her hands and opened herself to him, hovering inches above his lips, waiting for….
His tongue… lightly circling her clit. It felt so fucking good… he was timing it perfectly, slowly, deliberately. He raised his head so he could explore further, drinking her wetness, sucking her hard and nibbling her folds; his hands came up and grabbed her ass, pulling her to him.
His tongue getting sharper, licking faster, she was moving her hips more now, his hands still holding her in place. He then plunged his tongue inside her, at the same time pulling her to his face so she was almost sitting on him, his tongue plunging deeper, swirling around, tasting her. Her wetness was dripping all over him, and he was moving his face up into her, moving and moving, kneading her ass until she felt a wave of something she had never felt before.
It was almost too much, she threw back her head and couldn’t get enough air, she was gasping, shaking moaning, he was drinking her, no, eating her.
And she screamed “OH, MY GOD” as her body convulsed. Scully lifted up just a little to ride it out, and felt his hands pull her back to him; she was about to scream “NO!” when she began to feel it again. As he sucked her clit, hard, the room started spinning and the waves came again and she crashed backwards until she collapsed, her body laying on top of him, her feet planted on either side of his face.
She lay there, staring at the ceiling, trying to get the room to stop spinning. His tongue, his fucking tongue… she couldn’t believe it. Never had someone worked her like that before. Without fingers, really, without hands… just his tongue. It was simply amazing.
She sighed again, almost forgetting there was a man beneath her. Breathing hard, slightly moaning.
Actually, she COULD feel him beneath her.
She knew she wasn’t finished. Not even close.
Scully flipped over on her belly, still on top of him. Scooting herself up to a sitting position, grinding her wetness into his abdomen, she ran her finger along the length of his erection straining against his jeans.
“Jeeessus.” She heard him moan. She then slowly but surely popped each button on his fly until she could see his pinstriped boxers. She reached in and cradled his length in her hands, running her fingers lightly up and down its enormous size.
Scully then tugged and pulled until Mulder’s boxers and jeans were around his knees, and she was looking at his erection, pulsating, waiting to be touched. She saw there was some precum on the tip so she rolled her finger over it, rubbing it in, and around him.
Scully then took her hand and without moving her upper body, turned to face him, seeing his beautiful face contorted, his eyes barely open, his mouth slack, openly panting, He gasped as he saw her lick her fingers, tasting him, her eyes fixed hungrily on his.
Then she turned and began caressing her wet fingers up and down the length of him, lightly, caressing him, noticing him grow even larger, seeing just how much he wanted her to do more. She leaned down and flicked her tongue at his tip, took her hand and again smoothed the wetness back into his skin, thinking how beautiful his dick was, and how she had never known it until tonight.
Then, possessively, she wanted it in her mouth and she sucked the tip of it, slowly, her tongue circling him, exploring him, tasting him. Tasting Mulder. He began to stir, his hips beginning to move, and she moved her mouth down the length of him, his cock fully in her mouth, in her throat, almost to the point of gagging, and she pulled up again. Up, down, she was deliberately driving him wild.
His hands flew to the sides of her head, pressing against her, not wanting to press her down on him. She increased the speed, and pressure, and sucked until he began to thrust into her mouth.
She felt his cock twitch,
Heard his scream
and knew he was coming before he spilled into her, his semen splashing against her throat, so much of it, spilling out of her mouth and onto him.
Scully sat up, completely turned around, and looked at him, his cum all over her face. Mulder sat up, pulled her face to his and licked her cheeks, running his hands along her back, pressing her into his arms, needing, just for this moment, something soft and more intimate. He held her, as she tried to breathe normally again, as he began to absorb everything that was happening, and before she could think, she was kissing him again, with his taste still in her mouth, their tongues gently exploring each other, their breathing together. He held the back of her neck gently, as the kiss lasted and lasted.
She was nestled in his lap, her legs wrapped around him, and when she tightened her leghold on his waist, she felt him stir against her ass.
Scully then felt him lift her up and she took him in her hands and guided him into her. Sucking in her breath, she slid down the length of him; he was inside her completely.
For a moment, Scully sat there, not wanting to move, not wanting to lose the uncomfortable tightness, the way he was filling her… but Mulder picked her up again, began to move her up and down the length of him. This time they were both groaning, the urgency was seeping back into them, and he began increasing the speed, angling his cock so she could feel it the way she needed to, she contracted her muscles so tight, grabbing him within her, he thought he would slip out just as she cried his name and her walls constricted around him… pulsating, on fire.
She kept saying it, “Muuulder” over and over and before he knew it, without withdrawing, he slammed her into the floor in front of him, pulled her legs over his shoulders and began driving into her, wildly, too fast, his eyes glazed, he was almost hurting her and she felt it for the first time, his semen in her, spilling into her, and that knowledge made her come again.
They collapsed.
Out of breath, she felt him slip out of her, and she lightly pushed him so that he rolled over on his back. He grabbed her arm across his chest, not willing to let her leave his touch. Scully could tell that he was having trouble breathing. She lay there in the dark, turned towards him, her medical ear listening to make sure that he was okay.
Some time later, she stirred, turned and saw him asleep on the floor, still completely naked. She stared at him for a long time, appreciating his beauty. Then she sat up, pulled her t-shirt back on, her sweats still smelling of their sex. She considered waking him, and then thought better of it.
She grabbed her gun and left.
From: Maddie Hayes <[email protected]> Date: 15 Mar 1999 22:03:53 GMT Subject: NEW: Unknown II, Part 1/2
Title: Unknown II Author: Maddie Hayes <[email protected]> Category: MSR (kinda), RST Rating: NC-17 big time (sex, sex, more sex) Part 1 of 2
Spoilers: “Fight the Future”
Archive: Please archive at Gossamer and Xemplary with my thanks.
Summary: A companion piece to “Unknown I.” We get to hear Mulder’s POV and feel a bit of Mulderangst along the way.
NOTE: PLEASE, please read “Unknown I” before reading this piece. This is its companion, and it is absolutely necessary that “Unknown I” makes its way to your consciousness first.
Disclaimer: Scully and Mulder belong to Chris Carter and 1013 productions; if they belonged to me, I probably wouldn’t need to write this. No intention for profit here- that would be way too productive, even for me.
A special thanks to Suzanne Bickerstaffe, who patiently argued with me about the truths of human physiology and offered some very solid advice along the way. Also thanks to Rachel Anton for taking the time to read my first efforts at fanfiction and to remove me from the world of thought brackets.
Feedback: Please. I’m new at this- so tell me what you think. Love it? Hate it? Write and tell me why. <[email protected]>.
Unknown II
Friday, 8:00 p.m.
Mulder was distracted. Really distracted.
Not that distraction was a new concept to him, he lived on distraction, he counted on it. Years of his life had previously revolved around his quest to find his lost sister. He needed that distraction to give him purpose, and it did more than that. It gave him passion to get out of bed in the morning, to work, round the clock.
But this distraction was different. It was a recently discovered purpose, one that was so deeply embedded in him for so many years that it took a cold slap of reality to knock him to his senses. The thought of Scully leaving him.
He supposed he was so engulfed in his search for his sister, he couldn’t absorb his surroundings. Absorb his day to day interaction with Scully. He knew that she was beautiful, but he never let her beauty get close to him. Always kept it past arm’s length, as he had to keep his single purpose clear in his mind: finding Samantha.
Of course that was until she told him she was resigning. Leaving him and the FBI. Then his carefully constructed walls came crashing down. He felt the floor drop as he heard her say it. He doesn’t even remember what exactly he said at that moment, but it wasn’t enough as she quickly turned and walked out of his apartment.
He knew he had to stop her.
His mind racing, he could not really grasp a reaction, because this was never something he expected. And he had never allowed himself to fully, consciously, realize what she meant to him. Now he had to find those words, that which was unspoken, unthought. He had thirty seconds to stop her from stepping on that elevator and walking out of his life.
He had rushed out into the hallway, and spoken words from his blood, his center. How his body and soul needed her, how she had become a part of him, completed him. How she couldn’t leave him. He knew exactly how little of this he had expressed to her before by reading her current reaction. Shock. How could he be so fucking stupid? Her eyes had filled with tears, he saw the softness in her – reaching out to him, holding him. Was she comforting him? Pitying him?
At that moment, he didn’t care. For once in his life, he forgot his distraction, his sister, the FBI, the X-files, Dallas. He saw Scully for the first time. In that first glimpse, he knew he had to mark the moment. The change, the awakening. The truth. He took her face in her hands, and lost himself in her eyes. Pulling closer to her open lips, the breath on his face, he felt his heart open and….
Then she had slipped away from him. At first he thought she was just coming to her senses, realizing he was taking advantage of her, but he soon realized it was much much worse than that. She was hurt.
“Fuck.” Back in the present, he grunted as he impatiently jumped out of his chair. He started his pacing again.
The past months had been really hard on them. He knew it was his fault. He could not get back into his proper place with Scully because those walls were torn down months ago. Now the previous aloofness did not make sense. He had opened his heart to her, found the truth in her, and could not close that off. She haunted him everywhere. He couldn’t even look at her the same way. And he hated himself for it.
Mulder knew that something had to give. The strain on their partnership was definite, and he knew he was being unfair to her. In fact, he was being an asshole. He had no idea how he could possibly tell her that SHE had become his distraction, and he knew he was doing his damnedest to hide it. Maybe hiding it too well.
He thought he would continue to live in complete suspension, until he had an idea.
A couple of weeks ago, while lying in bed, unable to sleep, staring at his mirrored ceiling, he had a fantasy. Mulder imagined expressing his need to Scully without words. Without explanation. He knew that his dynamic with Scully was complex enough that the rules of beginning a relationship with her were unchartered. It wouldn’t be easy. Words wouldn’t be enough.
Now, he realized that he was going to have to take the biggest risk of his life. Unconsciously, he was operating on the assumption that she would know. That the moment in the hallway wasn’t pity. He usually could trust his instincts, and he believed she felt the same way. He just needed to open her to him, to show her that she could give herself to him, to show her that she could trust him.
“Am I fucking insane?” he cursed out loud to his empty apartment. Mulder looked down at the key in his hand. He knew the setting for this meeting had to be new, unexplored. It had to be out of context. His uncle’s second home seemed perfect. Now, how the hell to get her there?
He collapsed on his couch, trembling.
Mulder woke up, and it was dark outside. He stretched languidly, but his calmness quickly evaporated when he remembered what he had planned to do tonight. He glanced at his watch. 12:58. He knew he had to act now, or never. He couldn’t ponder as to whether this was the right time. Because he knew he would always be able to tell himself it wasn’t.
Now or never. He repeated it to himself, over and over as he picked up his phone, hands visibly shaking. Just get her to the house, Mulder. Don’t think.
The phone was ringing.
Don’t think.
The phone kept ringing. He had his eyes closed, his brow furrowed, trying not to think because he knew he wasn’t ready to appreciate his nerve at the moment. And he was NOT prepared for the breathy voice he just heard answer the phone.
Scully? he queried. That sleepy sexy voice threw him off guard. A pause. Then he realized he hadn’t spoken yet.
“Scully?” Did his voice just squeak? Okay, Mulder, you’re doing it, be normal. “Scully, it’s me.”
He heard her low and incredibly sexy voice remind him of the hour. Heard her rustle in the sheets.
Oh my god. He felt a stirring in his loins. Focus.
“I’m sorry to be calling you this late. Something has just come up, something really important. I need your help.” Oh, jesus, if she only knew the literal truth behind those words. “I need you to meet me somewhere.” When? “Now.”
He heard the concern in her voice, and he knew he had to somehow let her know it wasn’t a life threatening situation. He tried to tell her that much, but not more. Skip the details, Mulder. Give her the address. Singular purpose. The singular purpose of this phone call is to get her there. Don’t say too much.
He heard her repeat the address back to him. “Yes.” Okay, done. Before he could change his mind, he hung up the phone.
Scully, what am I doing? Knowing there was no turning back, the events were set in motion, he grabbed his coat – black, to make him less obvious – and set out for 431 King Drive.
He drove quickly. He knew that he would have approximately twenty minutes before she would arrive, judging the distance from her apartment. He pulled up in front of the house and got of his car. He took long strides to get to the front door. He unlocked it and stepped inside.
He remembered this house very well, as he had visited it many times when he was younger. It was a handsome house. Perfectly furnished, old without being unwelcoming. It had a faint musty smell from non-use.
He considered his options, glancing at his watch. Should he wait for her downstairs? It was so well lit in here that it just didn’t feel right. He quickly climbed the stairs to the bedrooms. He opened one of the doors and stepped inside.
The light in here was perfect. It almost hid him. He hoped that she would understand why he needed to surprise her. He needed to throw her off guard. He had to trust her intuition, and hoped it was strong enough to know it was him without seeing him. Maybe this was because he was a coward. But right now he was convinced it was the only way.
He glanced down at his watch and realized it was too dark to see the time. He had a feeling that she would be there any minute. He rested his back against the wall by the door. As he tried to meditate, to ground his feet so he wouldn’t run, he heard her voice.
Calling his name. Should he answer? His mouth was paralyzed. Stick to the plan, Mulder.
He heard her steps out on the porch and the front door, creaking as she pushed it open. Good, she came inside.
He heard her say his name again, this time more of a question. Heard more footsteps. He was losing confidence. Mulder was now telling himself that he was making the biggest mistake of his life.
Too late now.
He heard her coming up the stairs. Her steps creaking the wood floors beneath her. The steps were getting closer. He closed his eyes and silently drew in his breath. And waited.
Then, her voice was there. His name again. Scully was within his reach, and she did not see him, standing there.
Don’t think.
He could faintly see her, the outline of her profile, her hands down at her sides, he could hear her breathing. What pushed him over the edge was her unmistakable smell. Not a perfume, but Scully. It drove him wild.
Before he could consider his actions, he came up from behind her and pulled her to him, hard. Surprised at the urgency of his action, he backed himself to the wall as he felt her struggle against him.
Please Scully, know its me.
He thought but he didn’t think. He felt. Right now there was no way he could speak, and when she began to say something, he clamped his hand over her mouth, not willing the intensity of this moment to be shattered by conversation.
Please Scully, understand.
For several moments, he stood there, feeling her against him, smelling her, needing her. He felt the warmth of her skin under his hand on her belly, and he began to stroke her there, touching her in a way he would have never dared before.
Scully, it’s me.
As if on cue, he felt her push back against him, hard. His cock stirred, and his touching grew less gentle.
She kept squirming, but not urgently, he noticed. His hand began exploring her more freely, aggressively, wanting to memorize her curves. He could feel her hot breath against his palm, and it was driving him wild. All at once, he wanted to explore every inch of her body; he could feel her nipples through her thin t-shirt, her lovely ass, her curvaceous hips. He could even feel the heat between her legs through her pants.
She’s wet. The thought invigorated him, and amazingly, he felt her pointing tongue lapping circles on his palm. He let out a low groan.
She knows. His mouth dropped to her neck and sucked, hard enough to leave a bruise. Scully moaned as he licked the salt off her skin, tasted the delicious soft skin on her neck, skin that he had stared at for so many months, longing for its taste, its texture.
Now needing his other hand to continue his exploration, he began to roll her hard nipples through her shirt, pinching her. Her breasts felt exquisite. He moved his right hand down to her pelvic bone, pressing circles into her skin, and pushed too long fingers downward, so he could feel her center through her damp clothes, so she could feel his hand, slipping into her folds.
She was gone. Abruptly his reality shifted, and he was looking at a gun, pointed directly at his chest.
Part 2
She was gone. Abruptly his reality shifted, and he was looking at a gun, pointed directly at his chest. He could barely see her, but he could tell, she was confused. Fuck. Didn’t she know this was him? What the hell is going on? His arousal was still clouding his mind as he slowly raised his hands to the surrender position.
She was speaking to him. Like a stranger. He wanted to scream, but couldn’t as she told him to keep his hands up and move towards the window. He did as he was told, wanting to turn away and run, feeling like a total coward.
Her voice was loud. Urgent. “Now listen to me, closely. I want you to turn around, slowly, when I count to three.”
Mulder had never felt so goddamn stupid in his life. He had heard her command others like this. Not him. Didn’t she know? Why would she let a stranger to what he did to her minutes ago?
Why HAD he done that to her? He suddenly felt horrible. Embarrassed. He shook his head no to her order.
That clearly infuriated her, as her gun was now pushing into his back, warning him to not fuck with her. He had no choice. Not willing to look her in the eyes, a true coward now, Mulder turned, slowly, head bent, to face Scully.
He heard her shriek his name. Heard her gun hit the floor. Without thinking, he opened his eyes to face her fury just in time to see her fist coming towards him with rapid speed.
With amazing force she hit him square in the nose, the pain knocking the wind out of him, and he had to hold on to something to brace himself against the shock. He could feel blood oozing out of his nose. He didn’t care.
“YOU SON OF A BITCH WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?” the words rushed into Mulder’s consciousness but were not allowed to settle as he saw a flash of fists and red hair pummeling into him, really hurting him. He tried to react, ward off her punches to no avail.
She hates me. This thought was even more painful to him than her assault, and with the third punch in his gut he lost balance, and somehow they both tumbled to the floor.
She was now slapping him, this was such a blur to him, he couldn’t register anything until he felt a fist barely miss his most intimate parts, and the gears of self-preservation kicked in.
That was it. Quickly Mulder realized that if he was going to get out of this alive, he had to restrain her. He quickly pinned her frantic body underneath his arms and knees. She kept trying to struggle but he had her trapped.
“SCULLY.” His loud voice was trying to break through to her. Stop this, Scully. Understand.
He then saw her face for the first time. She was furious, her mouth tight, her eyes glaring at him, squinting. Oh God, Scully. How can you look at me like that? Each breath he took hurt, not because of the bruised ribs, but because of the way she was looking at him. Please, Scully, understand.
“SCULLY.” It was all he could say. He closed his eyes and tried to reassure himself that he had not just ruined the best thing in his life. What was he thinking, taking her by surprise like this? It was so fucking unfair to her, just some horny bastard’s fantasy. Behind his lids he tried to remember what she looked like when she smiled, what she looked like when he made her laugh. He wanted to cry. No, he wanted to die if he just lost that.
“Scully.” His eyes opened to look down at her. Her face outlined by the moonlight, her blue eyes staring at him. Not glaring any more, more… inquisitive. He found himself amazed at how beautiful she looked, and amazed at how much he wanted her. God, he wanted this woman more than air. As his eyes locked onto hers, he noticed a faint flush spread across her cheeks. Her lips pursed, her eyes changing. He could feel her try to move, but he was afraid to let her go.
He could hear their breathing; he could feel the heat of his desire, spreading up his neck.
Suddenly, he felt Scully’s mouth on him, face straining to… bite him? He grimaced a little, expecting more pain. Then he felt it. Oh god, her tongue. She was licking him, tracing his lips, slowly. He barely opened his eyes when he felt her lapping at the blood under his nose. It was the most erotic image he had ever seen, her tongue, the blood on her tongue. The blood she spilled.
His knees slipped off her body and onto the floor. He kept his grasp on her wrists, still not sure she would stay with him if he let her go.
He sucked in a deep breath to keep from passing out, and then her mouth was on his, her tongue was in his mouth, swirling deliciously, and then she was sucking his tongue, and that awakened him. He had to fill her wet hot mouth with his tongue, pushing; he wanted to crawl into her mouth, never leave.
He kept his eyes open to watch her; he couldn’t believe this was happening. She kept her eyes closed as she furiously kissed him. He could see her jaw opening, the muscles in her face pulling, her eyebrows arching and she was the most beautiful woman in the world, right then. He pressed his face harder into hers, and seeing how his slight beard was rubbing her red, he feared that he was hurting her.
Suddenly, Mulder pulled back, gasping, mouth wet and open to look into her eyes again, to read her. Her mouth was still fully open from the kiss. She made no move to close it. Scully looked at him with an intensity he couldn’t believe she had within her. He groaned and he blushed a little to wonder if he was the cause of this intensity.
At that point, Mulder knew that this night was hers to define. He accepted that, and he tried to convey the message to her with his eyes.
She ordered him to let her sit up, and he obeyed. Sitting there, he tried to absorb every second of this sexual heat around them. He wanted to remember this moment. He wanted to remember every detail – the feel of the night air around them. The way her eyes looked at him, and the way that neither of them could catch their breaths.
Her small hands slid under his jacket and it fell to the floor. With both hands on his chest, she then pushed him to his back, and he watched as she straddled him on her knees, looking down into him with burning eyes.
His cock stirred, and he felt the pain as it pressed against his tight jeans. God, he wanted her, wanted to be in her, wanted to take her. He kept looking at her, feeling her slightly brush up against his hardness, and then leave him longing for her. She was tormenting him, and he accepted that.
Mulder watched as Scully’s fingers played along the lines of his face, her gaze intent on watching him, almost as if she was studying something for the first time. Her expression conveying her concentration, she slipped a finger into his mouth, and he gladly sucked it, to have some part of her in him. When she put two fingers into his mouth, he sucked even harder, only to have her take them out and wipe his saliva on his face, slowly, deliberately.
It was exquisite, what she was doing to him.
Within seconds, Scully ripped his shirt down the middle, exposing his chest. He felt shy in her obvious appreciation of what she saw, and he bent his head back as he felt her glorious red hair tickling his chest. He groaned and stirred as she licked him, sucked his nipples, bit him. He watched her as she impatiently removed her shirt, and had a flash of her glorious breasts as she pressed her skin into his, and the way she felt against him, he couldn’t believe it was the first time.
Gathering courage, Mulder moved his hand to lightly press the small of her back. He couldn’t bear it if she lifted her weight from him. He could feel her, moving her wet center onto him, driving him wild. He opened his eyes and saw her wonderful breast dangling in front of him, waiting. He took her delicate nipple into his mouth, felt her squirm a little, and then wanting to taste her, sucked hungrily. The sound of it made him even more erect, the sound of him suckling her.
Then the sound of her low, beautiful voice, moaning. Suddenly, his mouth was empty, and he watched Scully stand up, pulling off the rest of her clothes, her body above him, completely naked. He sucked in his breath, the sight of her in the moonlight was unbelievable. It was better than a dream. This couldn’t be happening.
Scully looked down at him intensely. Then he was looking up into her wet curls, she was kneeling with his face between her knees.
Jesus Christ. Mulder could see her hot wet center – he could smell her sex, and he had to taste it. Please, Scully. He licked his lips in anticipation.
She pulled herself open to him, lowered, and balanced herself on her hands as his tongue lapped at her, tasting her flavor; it was so wonderful, the taste of her, the hotness of her on his tongue. He moved to grab her ass, so he could get more of his tongue into her. He sucked her clit, licked her clit, moved his face from side to side, spreading her juices all over him. Then, his tongue circled inside her, felt her tight hole, licked the entry.
He needed more. He needed her to sit on him, as he pulled her down even further, his tongue went deeper, and she was losing control. She was swirling around him: he licked, sucked, in and out, almost drinking her now and as he felt her tremor, twitching under his tongue. He moved her ass even more, spreading her cheeks as he continued, and she screamed something, tried to pull up as she contracted, and he waited.
One second.
And then pulled her down to his face, and sucked again. Her clit in his mouth. He sucked harder than the first time. She climaxed again, pulsating on his tongue, breathing, gasping, and collapsed on him, her back on his belly, her eyes wildly fixed on the ceiling. She was completely out of breath.
He did not move his eyes from her hot wet center, his perfect view.
Mulder’s arousal was so painful now, but he didn’t care. The pain was good. He could lie here forever, with the taste of her on his tongue, her wetness on his cheeks. The knowledge that he had made her come, so intensely, could be enough for a lifetime.
But then Mulder felt her move, her breasts now pressing into his belly, her fingers running down his erection through the coarse denim of his Levi’s. “Jeeeesus,” he whimpered. It was too fucking much. But not enough.
Then she was pulling his jeans off of him, and he felt his cock spring out from the folds of restraint, urging, twitching, swollen with his arousal. He heard her make a slight clicking noise, as she touched the moist tip of him, rubbing his tip with her finger, in circles….
Just before he lost consciousness entirely, he saw her sweet face turn, take her fingers with his cum still on them, and lick them, looking into his eyes.
He stopped breathing as her now wet fingers ran up and down his length, no woman had ever felt so good, just touching him. He closed his eyes, curling his hands into fists.
Then his tip was in Scully’s hot mouth, he heard her sucking lightly, and he felt his cock lengthen, straining to fill her. Mulder looked up and saw her take him completely in her mouth, his entire cock surrounded by her, and he couldn’t bear it. Her warm mouth around him.
His hands flew to the sides of her head, pressing into her, he wanted to thrust violently into her throat, but didn’t want to hurt her. He felt himself trying to spread his legs more fully, his boxers and jeans trapping him. Scully’s mouth, jesus, it was moving up and down on his length, faster, faster until he couldn’t help it and started thrusting, thinking how sorry he was as he lost control. Bumping into the back of her throat.
She didn’t seem to mind, as she went even faster, and then he burst, he thrust one last time as he released a flood of warmth, almost hearing her gargle him, his seed running out of her mouth and down his cock.
The only sound interrupting the silence was his rapid breathing, as she sat up and looked at him. Scully’s face glistened with him, her mouth wet, slack, her breathing low. Mulder regained some composure and sat up, wanting to lick his stickiness off her beautiful face. He needed to touch her gently, to hold her for the first time, to cradle her. To love her. He could feel her relax against him, just a little, and he ran his hands over her small, beautiful body, this body that was still so new to him. He took her face into his hands, and kissed her, licked her, his tongue gently moving in her mouth.
They kissed endlessly. Mulder lost track of time.
He opened his eyes and saw her staring at him, her eyes still filled with longing, needing more. He felt her legs grip him more firmly, and amazingly his cock was getting hard again.
He had to have her again, right then. Placing his hands on her hips, he lifted her up, and she understood. He felt her hands grasp him and lead him inside her.
Mulder threw his head back and moaned as he felt her engulfing his length, his entire cock was IN Scully. She was tight and wet, and he could hear her low moan. He couldn’t bear it anymore and he picked her up the length of him, and sliding her down, over and over, they were groaning, her wetness was driving him insane; he moved slightly so his cock rubbed against her clit, and her eyes flew open with the sudden sensation. They looked at each other intensely as he moved her faster and faster, her eyes getting wilder and their sex getting wetter, louder.
He felt her grow tight, so tight he thought he couldn’t stay in her and she shuddered, convulsing around the length of him. She said his name over and over as she came. Their gaze was still unbroken.
Then Mulder lost it completely, and slammed Scully on her back in front of him, needing more of her body. He pulled her legs up over his shoulders to widen her, open her, and slammed his dick into her, moaning loudly, thrusting harder than he thought possible, hurting her, even. Just when he thought he was going to split her in two, he shattered, releasing, spilling over into her, and felt her walls contract again, as she bit her lip to muffle another scream, her legs tightening around his shoulders.
They collapsed.
Mulder slowly slipped out of her, reluctant to leave her body. Scully pushed him off her, lightly. But he couldn’t let her go. He had to keep touching her and held her arm across his chest, his heart pounding against her wrist. Feel it Scully. Feel what you do to me. For the first time he felt the pain sear through his chest, his ribs, his face, burning from her previous anger.
Now I don’t care if I die, he thought, as his eyes looked over at Scully, beautiful, beautiful Scully. Her eyes were half open, and she looked sultry.
He felt tired, taking labored breaths, feeling his eyes grow sleepy. I’ll just rest my eyes for a minute, and then hold her in my arms. Just for a minute, he thought as he lost consciousness.
Later, Mulder woke up with a pounding headache. He opened his eyes slowly, not sure where he was. He was on the floor in a very dark room. He sat up, pain shooting down his back.
Remembering where he was, and what he was doing there, he looked for her. “Scully?” His voice croaked, knowing that she had left him. A sudden wave of pain washed over him, and he felt so utterly alone in that moment. God, he needed her there with him. He wanted to see her, to know she was okay. To know it wasn’t all a dream.
“I can’t lose you Scully.” He said it to the dark.
Mulder was more afraid than he had ever been in his entire life. Tears came pouring from his eyes, spilling onto his chest, he buried his face in his hands. “Scully.” He repeated her name, over and over.
Painfully, he stood up, not even appreciating the sex that was still on his skin. He wanted her with him, but knew he had to go home. He had to put his clothes on and leave, and think.
He had to think of what to do next…and hope to god she missed him as much as he missed her.
When he finally made his way back into the car, he drove endlessly. Several times he passed by her building. Wondering if she was asleep. Was his scent still on her? He would have given anything to hold her right now, but he knew he couldn’t. Reluctantly, he pulled into his complex, and found his way back into his lonely apartment.
He crawled onto his couch, and closed his eyes, trying to pick one moment, one moment to play over and over again in his mind. Her face cradled in the palms of his hands. Her eyes looking at him tenderly, lovingly. Her mouth slightly open as he slowly began to kiss her lips, feel her tongue move under his.
Mulder felt the tears come again, just as he drifted back to a restless sleep.
End of Unknown II
Date: 27 Jul 1
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ANGSTY: Nothing is Easy (or, Whiskey is Your Best Friend)
LESS ANGSTY: The Sexual Re-invention of Special Agent D Scully
Archivist’s Note: I’ve put the less angsty one first in this compilation as I think it reads better that way if you read both endings. There’s no reason you shouldn’t read both, but you can skip to the preferred ending by using the links above if that’s your desire.
Date: 27 Jul 1999 00:17:05 GMT Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative Subject: New The Sexual Re-invention by Maddie Hayes (Unknown Sequel 1/ 2) NC-17 Title: The Sexual Re-invention of Special Agent D. Scully Author: Maddie Hayes <[email protected]> Category: MSR (a little closer) Rating: NC-17 (I just can’t get out of the smut mode. Next time I’ll try to be nice, maybe.) Part 1 of 2 (note, this is the less angsty ending to the Unknown series. I have had these sitting on my hard drive for months, now I am just tossing them off into cyberspace before I kill them.)
Archive anywhere with my name attached.
Spoilers: We’re somewhere in the sixth season, where the agents are still stuck on manure patrol. This must be just before Mulder’s bed sprung a leak. And yes, he still has that mirrored ceiling.
By the way, Dasha K, clearly I was inspired by your “Jitterbug Perfume Trilogy”. Loved the image. Read it people.
Summary: This is somewhat a sequel to my earlier stories “Unknown”. Sequel does not equal resolution; I like to think of this as Dana Scully’s rebirth. Or, smart is sexy. Or, sexy is smart. Whatever.
Disclaimer: Scully and Mulder belong to Chris Carter and 1013 productions; if they belonged to me, I probably wouldn’t need to write this. No intention for profit here- that would be way too productive, even for me.
The Sexual Re-invention of Special Agent D Scully
Monday J.Edgar Hoover building 7:30 a.m.
Mulder walked into their office, his pulse pounding in his ears. As his eyes scanned the room, he couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. No sign of Scully.
He collapsed at his desk. He was utterly exhausted, mentally and physically. He had spent the entire weekend waiting for his phone to ring. He had debated over and over whether to call her. Mulder couldn’t even count the number of times he had picked up the phone and began to dial her number. Once, he had even let it ring three times before he hung up.
He just couldn’t call her. Mulder had convinced himself that Scully needed space. She was probably in shock, possibly plotting his demise, and he didn’t want to push her.
Why didn’t that bother you when you fucking tried to rape her in the dark? That same voice came into his head, the one that kept him up all night, telling him he had made the biggest mistake in his life.
But the real problem is that it didn’t feel like a mistake. Not when he was kissing her, and not when she was kissing him back, passionately. Not when they had looked into each others’ eyes as they made love. Goddammit, he knew it was the one moment in his miserable life that something had actually felt just right. It was between them. He saw that in her eyes. Mulder knew the strength of his intuition, and he hoped it wasn’t failing him now.
He laid his head down on his desk, his mind running over doubt after doubt until he heard the click of heels briskly walk past his desk. Then, the sound of someone shuffling through paperwork. He opened his eyes with his head still down, and felt his pulse pounding again.
Of course it was her. He knew it without looking. He could hear her low, even breathing as she settled into a chair behind him, booting up her laptop.
Turn around, Mulder. Say something. Say anything. He lifted his head off his desk and turned to see Scully staring intently at her computer screen.
“Scully?” His voice came out low and scratchy. His throat was painfully dry and he attempted to swallow. He quickly scanned her face, trying to gauge her mood. He was having little luck.
“Good morning, Mulder.” Scully turned in her seat to face him. Her voice, what was that? Sultry?
It was then that Mulder noticed what she was wearing.
God, had she worn that suit before?
It was black, sleek, and it exposed a lot of skin. He couldn’t remember ever seeing Scully in a skirt this short, and those shoes? How could she walk in those? He slowly drew his gaze up the length of her slender, exposed legs, purposely avoiding the area under her skirt, his eyes instead landing on her parted blouse. His mouth dropped open. She was wearing a simple deep blue button down oxford- but the buttons. She forgot a few. Actually, forgot more than a few and Mulder couldn’t help but gawk at her exposed cleavage.
He was beginning to feel very, very warm. He felt a flush, spreading up his neck and into his lower regions. He nervously ran his fingers through his hair.
“Mulder?” Her low voice drew him back into reality, and he watched her tilt her head, looking at him, bemused. “You okay?”
Mulder was not sure how long they sat there in silence, him fidgeting in his chair while he mentally tried to line up all of his crazy molecules into a semblance of control. He was also struggling to keep the stirring between his legs to a lull. “I didn’t sleep very well this weekend.” He threw out the statement like bait.
Scully lifted an eyebrow and pursed her lips as she considered his words. Then, she turned around in her seat, picked up some files, stood up, and glided over to his desk, in two amazing, graceful steps given the height of her heels. She laid the files on his desk, and placed both hands on top as she leaned over to him.
“I’m sorry to hear that, Mulder.” Her voice came out as a raspy whisper, and her dark blue eyes locked onto his. Her face was merely inches away.
Mulder nervously moved his glance from her cleavage to her face, and could feel his cock grow hard. He shuffled his chair further under the desk to hide this, managing to bump his knee on the keyboard tray, slamming it back into the desk. Scully then smiled, seemingly satisfied with his discomfort, and stood up.
“Here is your share of the background checks. Enjoy.” With that she spun deftly on her heels, and headed out of the office.
In what could have been seconds, minutes, or even hours, Mulder stared at the empty doorway, his mouth agape. Granted, Scully’s reaction could have been much worse, as he was convinced she would show up to work not speaking to him. He had already scripted his “I’m sorry” speech several times over. Now it was looking like he wouldn’t be using that particular soliloquy. He was clueless as to how to tackle this situation. One thing was for sure, he never expected this. Not the skirt. Not the heels. Not the cleavage.
What the hell was that? Was this another day in the typical life of Special Agent Dana K. Scully, and his perverted mind was reading more into her actions this morning than warranted?
He was at a complete and total loss. What the hell should he do? Of course he wanted to chase her down the hallway and maul her in the broom closet. That was clearly not an option. He knew he had no choice but to wait. Wait to see if the day would provide him some cue as to where to go next. Because right now he was clueless.
One thing that was clear, Mulder had to do something to distract his raging hormones. Since a cold shower was out of the question, a brisk walk around the block seemed to be in order.
8:45 a.m. Women’s Restroom 3rd floor, J.Edgar Hoover building
“WhatamIdoing what am I doing, what am I doing.” Dana Scully leaned her forehead into the cold mirror, saying the words outloud to her reflection, hoping she was her only audience. She had just left a very bewildered Mulder sitting at his desk, and she had to retreat to the bathroom just to control herself.
He was a mess-and she wasn’t in much better shape.
She was the queen of control. She had six years of practice. Not one moment out of line where Mulder was concerned. Leave it to him to tilt her delicate balance by jumping her in that dark, empty house last Friday. They had mind blowing sex. She couldn’t believe how good it was. She thought about it all weekend.
Actually, she could believe how good it was. Somewhere she knew that they would be fabulous together in bed. It was the post-bed dynamic that stopped her from testing her theory all those years. She didn’t know how she’d feel the next day, how he’d feel, how their platonic FBI partnership would be effected. Could they simply let it go and resume as normal?
This wasn’t even close to normal; she couldn’t get the image of Mulder slamming into her out of her mind.
This weekend was hell. She went through the stages. Saturday morning she woke up in a state of shock. She almost felt as though she had dreamed the whole encounter, until she woke up with his stickiness, his scent; her aching body told her otherwise..
Then, there was the anger. The anger lasted the rest of Saturday. Where she hated him for jeopardizing their professional relationship without asking her if it was okay. Without having the courage to confront her with his wants and his desires.
She wasn’t given much time to enjoy the anger.
Because then came Saturday night, the dreams of him, of his body, of their bodies together. And Sunday, the want phase kicked in. She felt like she was trapped in an Anais Nin novel. All she wanted was to run over to his apartment and fill her need for him. Fuck him senseless. Scully wanted Mulder in a way that was completely foreign to her. She never considered herself an overly sexual person, and the men before Mulder had never caused her to react like she was now. Now, sex was oozing from her pores. Her body screamed in want.
A part of her hated herself for this consuming need, and a part of her loved it. This was new. This was passion, a dimension of her life that was sorely lacking for years on end. She looked over her flushed appearance in the mirror, and couldn’t help but smile at the gleam in her eyes.
As cliché as it sounds, she needed Mulder like a drug. And she was in need of her next fix. But it was going to be strictly on her terms.
11:04 a.m. A.D. Skinner’s office
Mulder shifted uncomfortably in his chair, as Skinner impatiently looked at his watch for what could be the tenth time in a 60 second interval.
“Agent Mulder, would you have any idea as to where we might find Agent Scully this morning?” His eyes curiously regarded Mulder’s somewhat panicked expression to this question.
“I’m not sure where she would be this morning. I did see her earlier, in my-uh, our office.” With that, Mulder began fidgeting with his tie as he remembered exactly how he saw Scully this morning.
He then watched as Skinner’s eyes began to squint, as if staring at a bright light, and he heard the sharp click of those heels, those shoes, approach the empty chair beside him.
Mulder also couldn’t help but notice Skinner giving Scully a once over from head to toe, and a faint blush creeping into his cheeks. So Mulder wasn’t the only one to notice this new look on Scully. He wasn’t going crazy after all.
“Agent Scully?” Skinner’s voice seemed a bit higher than usual, and his statement seemed more like a reassurance than a question.
With a woosh of something that only could be described as Scullysmell, she sank down into her chair, nervously rubbing her skirt as if she were willing it to grow a little in length in Skinner’s presence.
“Sir, sorry I’m late, I got caught up in a lengthy background check.”
Mulder couldn’t help but break into a grin at that dubious lie, his hand covering his mouth to conceal his smile. Caught up in a background check? She had been out of the office all morning. He knew this because he had spent the entire morning staring at her empty chair. Scully lying? He couldn’t believe it.
Skinner did not appear to notice his reaction; he was too busy eyeing Scully in her sleekness, sitting demurely in front of him. He then generously excused Scully’s tardiness, which was somewhat out of character for him, and began talking about his purpose for calling them there. Initially, Mulder had hoped that he was reopening the X-files, as these background checks were really wearing thin.
“I know these past few weeks have been extremely frustrating for you two, being stuck in the office, chained to a desk-”
Mulder immediately shut off, realizing that Skinner was merely giving them a pep talk. He took this opportunity to look over at Scully who had her hands folded in her lap, her head tilted, as she pretended to listen to Skinner’s sermon.
“I am certain that the order will eventually come down where we can move you back out in the field. You two are among the best of our agents, and we need you out there-”
Skinner was now up and pacing in front of the window, perhaps nervous that his pep talk sounded as transparent as he knew it was. Mulder didn’t care. His eyes were feasting on Scully. He watched her look back at him through the corner of her eye. She sexily uncrossed and crossed her legs; Mulder could hear her nylons make a silky sound from the friction. He stared at her legs in adoration.
Skinner was still pacing. Scully was now toying with the pencil in her hands. Mulder watched as she stroked it once, up the length of the pencil. Then down the pencil. Up, down.
Lucky pencil.
She then looked at him again, as the tip of her tongue wet her upper lip, and then slowly licked her bottom lip.
Mulder began coughing as he miraculously began choking on too much air. Scully smiled, and Skinner paused for a minute, waiting for Mulder to regain composure. Then, he began pacing again.
“As I hope you know, I am doing my best to pull you from this paperwork as soon as possible. Like I said before, it shouldn’t be much longer before-”
Scully was bent over, scribbling something on one of the background check files with that much adored pencil. Was she taking notes? She couldn’t be serious. She stopped writing, began to sexily gnaw a little on the end of the pencil. When Skinner turned his back to them, her lips curved into a smile as she passed Mulder the folder.
Once he had the composure to get over the fact that Scully just passed him a note in Skinner’s presence, he read the message. “Club Five. 9 p.m. tonight.” Mulder quickly glanced over at Scully, and she had her eyes straight ahead, but her mouth was still in that slight grin. He looked down at the message again, to make sure his eyes weren’t deceiving him.
At that moment, he realized that Skinner had stopped talking. How long had he stopped talking?
“Agent Mulder? Are you listening to me?” Skinner waved some paperwork in his direction, annoyed with Mulder’s obvious lack of attention.
“Sir?”
“As I was saying, Agent Mulder,” he spat Mulder’s name in the typical Skinner fashion, “I would suggest you stop making those 1-900 calls on the Bureau’s time and money.” Mulder watched Scully raise her eyebrows at him. ” I am aware that this is your way of expressing protest at your current assignment, but I assure you, agents have been fired for less.”
In response, Mulder did nothing but clear his throat.
“That will be all.” Skinner ended the meeting somewhat clumsily, and Scully got up, smoothing her skirt again.
“Thank you sir.” She sauntered out of the room, as both Mulder and Skinner unabashedly stared in her direction. Mulder came to and realized he was left alone in Skinner’s office.
He began walking for the door.
“Oh, and Agent Mulder?” Skinner turned to face him. “I suggest you watch yourself, you seem a bit distracted.” Skinner glanced towards the door, where Scully had just left.
A moment of understanding passed between the men. Both knew this was an empty warning.
Mulder only nodded, and left Skinner’s office in a hurry.
Part 2
He began walking for the door.
“Oh, and Agent Mulder?” Skinner turned to face him. “I suggest you watch yourself, you seem a bit distracted.” Skinner glanced towards the door, where Scully had just left.
A moment of understanding passed between the men. Both knew this was an empty warning.
Mulder only nodded, and left Skinner’s office in a hurry.
8:30 p.m. Club Six
Scully stirred her cranberry and vodka, distractedly poking at the ice with her straw. This drink was her third, and she felt a bit buzzed, but still in control.
Of course, lately control was a relative concept.
She actually felt quite alive. She almost forgot the reason why she was here. Mulder.
She spun around on her barstool, eyes scanning the crowd. This club was known for the ecclectic types it drew. She wanted to see him in a place far removed from their governmental routine. She wanted sexy. This place felt sexy.
What a day. She was definitely out of character. The minute she awoke, she felt anxious to get to the office, anxious to be in the same room with Mulder again. She found herself ripping through her closet for less conservative attire. She wanted to shock him. She wanted him to be thrown off guard, to lose control and be visably distracted.
As far as she could tell, he was. He couldn’t even hide his drooling in Skinner’s office during the meeting. For that matter, neither could Skinner. She was turning the Bureau upside down. She should be upset at this. Right now she was reveling in it.
Scully knew this was highly unprofessional.
She even passed a note to Mulder in front of Skinner. Sending him an invitation that way was totally compulsive, definitely inspired by his intense fixation on her. Scully felt like she was losing her mind. Several times she tried to regain her composure, her iciness, and it was not possible.
Maybe this was a mid-life crisis.
Maybe her sexual side had been dormant, neglected too long. Now it was taking over in some strange sort of sexual retribution. God, did Mulder know what he was getting into when he opened this in her?
He was certainly going to have to pay the consequences.
Scully stretched out her legs, still clad in a short black skirt, but she had traded her high heels for a pair of Fendi platforms. She was wearing a black velvet tank which had a simple cut. From the stares she had been getting all evening, she assumed her clothes were achieving the desired effect.
She recognized Massive Attack playing in the background, and it made her want to move. She was sick of sitting alone. Mulder would be arriving soon, but why did she need to sit and wait for him? She eyed the dancing bodies in the blinking lights, and made her way to the middle of the crowd. The beat of the music swept her away, and she let herself go with it. Arms raised above her head, she lost herself in the music’s undercurrents.
It was wonderfully sensual being so close to the heat coming off from all the bodies around her. Normally, people invading her personal space would annoy her, but tonight, it was feeding her need for more.
Scully caught a woman openly staring at her, and Scully returned her gaze, feeling curiously stirred. The white glare of the light flashed on and off, making her feel as though she was in some other dimension. Each glare of the light revealing a different face, a different expression. The woman was breathtaking, in a very unusual sense. Tall, lean with piercing eyes and long, curly hair.
Was this in her plan for the evening? No, Dana, get ahold of yourself. You are on sexual overdrive.
Scully turned her back to her, and closed her eyes. Then, she felt the woman press her body against her back.
The woman whispered into her ear, “You’re waiting for someone, aren’t you?” Scully spun around, surprised to hear her speak.
“Yes.” The lights showed the woman’s eyes take her in, from top to bottom. Their eyes locked.
“Let me make it hard for him.” With that, they began dancing closely, their movements synchronized.
In a bold gesture, Scully placed her hands on the woman’s hips and pulled her closer. It was unexplainable, but it was perfect.
Maybe she was crazy after all.
Mulder scanned the dark room for Scully, his eyes refusing to adjust to the flashing light. The music was very loud, and he was having a hard time keeping his thoughts straight. It had been a very long day, and all he wanted to do was to find Scully.
He walked his way around the bar area, convinced that was where Scully had to be. She wasn’t really the dancing type, was she? His eyes went over everyone in the area, and there was no sign of her. He began to worry that she was just playing tricks on him, telling him to meet her in this strange, unfamiliar bar, just to stand him up. Get even.
Refusing to accept this theory yet, Mulder reluctantly made his way over to the dance floor. It was really crowded, and from his vantage point, it looked like one big mass of moving bodies. As he moved closer to the crowd, he could see more clearly and his eyes began to separate individuals from the dancing mass. The lights provided different snapshots of the crowd. As he moved towards the center of the dance floor, he stopped dead in his tracks.
He wasn’t sure if he was seeing one of the most beautiful or the most horrible visions of his life. There was Scully, and she was dancing amazingly close with another woman. He began putting the fragmented snapshot visions together, her hands moving up and down this woman’s back. They were moving so closely, it was hard to discern where Scully started and ended. She looked beautiful, and incredibly sexy. He felt insanely jealous as he stared at them.
As if she had a sixth sense, Scully’s eyes flew open and saw Mulder standing there. Instead of looking shocked, or embarrased about her current situation, she merely moved her dance partner in such a way that she could see him more clearly. Or maybe it was so he could see her more clearly. Her eyes never left his as she stared intensely at him, seemingly moving closer to this mysterious woman, if that was even possible.
As he watched her small hands playing over this stranger’s back, Mulder grew incredibly aroused. Not only aroused, but possessive. He wanted those hands on him. This is how she wanted him to react.
Mulder realized she was putting on a show for him. And she was really enjoying it. He had to do something about this before things got out of hand.
He slipped back into the dance crowd, momentarily losing sight of Scully. He decided to approach her from another angle. He finally found them again, saw them spin around, Scully’s back was to him. He took this as a window, and came up from behind her. Pressing himself into her back, he felt her jump in surprise as he began to move with her to the music.
The mysterious dancing partner seemed to take this as a cue, and she pulled away from Scully, gave her a wink and a wave, and then moved back into the thick of the crowd.
Scully kept her back turned to Mulder, and he placed himself more firmly against her ass. He bent down to her ear and whispered “Scully, what are you trying to do to me?”
As a response, he felt her reach around him and grab his ass, grinding her hips against him. The beat of the music was getting faster, more urgent. His hands played over the curves of her body, feeling her hips, her ass, the length of her arms. Perfect curves. He held her hips as she continued to grind against him in an excruciating fashion.
“I want you.” He whispered in her ear with a quick flick of his tongue.
The lights made Mulder feel dizzy, and he wanted to see her face. Scully spun around in his arms, molding her body around his, edging her knee between his. They moved closely, in sync. She pressed into him. The light’s snapshots portrayed her eyes, dark with desire, her mouth slightly open. Her body moving languidly with his to the music.
Mulder felt himself grow hard in a matter of seconds, his cock pressing against his Levi’s, against Scully’s abdomen. In a rush of madness, he leaned down and licked her lips, and her tongue snaked out to meet his. Then they were kissing ravenously, several days worth of pent up desire getting the best of them. Forgetting they were in the middle of a dance floor, Mulder licked at Scully’s face, their bodies pressed urgently against one another. Groping each other.
Scully wrapped one leg around Mulder’s hip as he sucked on her tongue, and he ran his hand along her thigh, up under her skirt. He moaned as his fingers reached bare skin just above her garters. When he encountered her moist curls, he bit down on her lip. No underwear. Fuck. He needed her. Right there.
Scully couldn’t believe this was happening. She was about to have sex in the middle of a dance floor. She was kissing Mulder like she was drinking him. She wanted to wrap both legs around him, have him bury himself in her. Now.
She began grinding into his hips again, and felt the thumb resting on her thigh begin to rub against her clit. It felt exquisite, in the darkness of the room, to the sexiness of the music. He pulled his mouth to hers again and she sucked on his tongue, wanting all of his mouth, remembering the taste of him, and remembering exactly why she was so crazy with desire for this man.
As she felt his hand inch forward into her folds, she realized that she had to get them out of there before they were arrested. She reluctantly broke away from their sloppy kiss.
“Mulder, take me out of here.”
His eyes flew open at her demand, but he couldn’t stop. He kissed her neck, sucked on it, pulled her ass closer to him.
“Mulder, I can’t-I need you inside-uh” Scully was interrupted as Mulder abruptly pulled her up, and wrapped her her other leg around his hip. Carrying her, he made his way over to the exit sign. Neither one of them cared about the scene they were making. It was out of their control.
He kicked the door open, and the silence of the night air was startling. The door led to an alley behind the club. Scully felt herself get whirled around, and placed firmly against a wall. Without warning, Mulder was kissing her again, even harder than before.
Their mouths were devouring each other. She could hear the wetness of the kiss in the silence of the night air, and she groaned into his mouth. This apparently made him crazy, and he yanked her hand to the enormous bulge in his now tight jeans.
“Sculleeee.” He moaned as she caressed him through the denim. She was way beyond control here. She fumbled for the buttons on his jeans.
“Mulder, I need you.” Successfully unbuttoning most of his fly, she slipped her hand inside and grasped him firmly through his boxers.
It was his turn to moan, and he couldn’t help but thrust into her hand.
Before she knew what was happening, Mulder had dropped to his knees before her. Pushing her skirt around her hips, he edged her legs apart, draping one leg over his shoulder. Before she could protest, she felt his quick breath on her inner thigh. Her legs quivered in anticipation, and she leaned back against the wall for support.
Mulder groaned as he opened her with his thumb and forefinger, and began licking her with quick, deep strokes.
Mulder loved being between Scully’s legs. He loved the way her leg was gripping his shoulder, the way her hands were in his hair, urging him deeper. She was so uninhibited, not ashamed like many woman he had been with before.
He loved the taste of her. He sucked on her clit, hard, as he slipped two fingers into her, shoving in so deep he had her cradled in his palm. He bit her, he suckled her, he laved her from his fingers to the top of her folds. She was moaning uncontrollably, almost bouncing on his hand.
“Mulder, I’m so close, please, oh-” He quickened the pace of his fingers, ramming in and out of her wetness, sucked hard, and she screamed as she came, her walls constricting in waves around his fingers.
He pressed his face further into her sex, and licked until he felt her squirm. Without bothering to bring her skirt down, Mulder got up off his knees, and wedged himself between her legs, his cock pressed firmly against her belly.
Scully was still panting heavily, and Mulder held her to him, just the feel of her against him was enough for right now. His need could wait.
“I need more of you.” Scully’s voice came out in a low moan. “I can’t have enough.” He felt her hands go behind his ass as she pulled him closer.
As much as Mulder wanted to finish what he had started in this alleyway, he wanted more privacy. He wanted to be somewhere familiar. He wanted something more intimate.
“Scully, not here. Let me take you home.”
He was almost surprised when she agreed, and she reached down, and carefully put him back in his pants.
It took exactly 17 minutes and ten seconds to get to Mulder’s apartment. He knew this because his intense arousal was causing him utter pain. Scully’s gentle caresses were of little help, and neither one of them spoke during the trip. Words were of no use to them now.
When they finally arrived at his building, he led her by the hand and ran up the flights of stairs to his apartment. As he fumbled with his keys at the door, he felt Scully reach around and pull on the buttons on his jeans. When he pushed open the door, she had unbuttoned his fly, and was beginning to tug on the jeans to get them off.
He took both of her hands and pulled her in the direction of his bedroom, falling back on the bed and pulling her on top of him.
“I am going to make you scream, Scully.” He whispered fervently to her as she pulled on his jeans, pulling them off with an urgent tug. Naked from the waist down, he began to work on getting Scully undressed, when she stopped him.
“Mulder, I need you in me. Now.” She rolled onto her back and spread her legs wide for him, and he couldn’t resist. Lifting her hips a little off the bed, he thrust into her with such force she bit her lip and arched her back.
“Again.”
She commanded him as she kept her back arched, and Mulder began a furious pace of slamming in and out of Scully. He could hear the wetness of their union; it was so sexy, and it was so good. How could this get better and better? She let out long moans as he pushed into her; she kept asking for more of him, and he gave her more.
He pulled her legs further apart, spreading her open for him, and resumed his pumping into her, pushing on the backs of her thighs. God, he wanted to crawl into her. As he felt himself come closer to the edge, he leaned down into her ear, breathing “I’m coming Scully I’m coming I’m Coming.” Mulder slipped his hand to touch their union; his fingers massaged her wetness. He touched her clit, and her body tensed; they both came in a glorious splintering, their screams became one, as he flooded her and she flooded him.
Scully felt Mulder slip out of her as he rolled over on his back. The room was silent except for their contented sighs. She stared up at the mirrored ceiling, her hand splayed across her stomach and stared at their reflection.
They laid there panting for quite some time.
“You’re so beautiful Scully, like this.” She watched in the mirror as Mulder reached out and ran his hand up and down the length of her torso.
Scully rolled on her side and played with the trail of hair on his abdomen. “I’m ravenous Mulder.”
He kissed her shoulder, playfully nibbling on her skin. “Insatiable?”
“Voracious.” Scully smirked knowingly as she began trailing wet kisses down his stomach.
Mulder stared appreciatively at the ceiling. “Thank god.”
FIN. C’est tout. [email protected]
Date: 26 Jul 1999 23:57:20 GMT Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative
Title: Nothing is Easy (or, Whiskey is Your Best Friend) Author: Maddie Hayes <[email protected]> Category: Angst all around, MSR (a little self-conscious MSR) Rating: NC-17 (A little sex amongst the angst)
Part 1 of 1 (note: this is the quite angsty ending to the Unknown series. If you are not in an angsty mood (who could blame you after Biogenesis), you might want to read the other ending. I couldn’t decide if I liked either. Think of it as choose your own adventure.)
Spoilers: Hmm. We’re in the sixth season, but no direct spoilers herein.
Feedback: Please? I’m dyin’ here.
Nothing is Easy (or, Whiskey is Your Best Friend)
Saturday morning, 8 a.m.
A loud siren startled Scully from her sleep. She laid there in her rumpled sheets, trying to orient herself to her surroundings.
Something within her felt very different, almost scared. She felt uncertain.
Something is very different.
Oh my god. Images flashed before her closed eyes. A dark room, Mulder groping her. The exquisite sex. Just a dream, she reassured herself. It was too surreal to be anything else. It was then that she opened her eyes, and began to feel her aching body telling her a different truth.
“Oh god.” She groaned as she lifted the sheets, and saw her sweats and t-shirt. Not only the clothes gave it away. His scent was on her, everywhere. She could feel him coating her.
A wave of nausea engulfed her and she barely made it into the bathroom. She heaved last night’s dinner into the swirling toilet water. Scully’s head was spinning and she slumped against the bathroom wall, her hands covering her face, as she groaned.
What have I done? Why did I let it happen? Scully was shivering and she tried to organize herself into a semblance of control. She tried to block last night’s memories from her mind. He had taken her by surprise. In fact, right now she just felt like he had taken something from her. So unfair. So fucking unfair.
Scully felt the anger welling up inside of her.
The coward had called her from her slumber, acting as though he needed her for a case. The lies. That is what infuriated her. Mulder lied to her, and then expected her to melt in his arms. The arrogance of his assumption that she would respond, and want him back. Scully felt angry again.
But wasn’t he right, Dana? She challenged herself. Look how you responded- you fucked him. You had pure, uninhibited sex with him. You gave more of yourself to him than you’ve ever given any man.
“It means NOTHING!” Scully shouted at her empty apartment. It was purely lust, wasn’t it? She could remember the exact moment where she considered giving herself to him. That look that started several months ago, in the hallway. She had thought it carried a promise, that he had wanted to give something to her. Maybe even a promise of loving her.
Now it felt like an empty promise.
Last night Mulder hadn’t uttered a single word beyond her name. He offered no explanations. Only silence. It became easy to chalk it off as just sex for him, pure lust.
As she had that realization, she had to get into the shower and wash him away, wash it all away. She had to will herself to forget it, to not think about it, and to go on as usual. That would be the best thing to do. That is what she had to do.
This is the only way, she told herself, as the scalding water began to wash away her mistakes. I need to forget, erase any trace of last night from my body. As the water washed her skin, she hoped it would erase her mind.
Monday J.Edgar Hoover building 7:30 a.m.
Mulder walked into their basement office, his pulse pounding in his ears. As his eyes scanned the room, he couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. No sign of Scully.
He collapsed at his desk. He was utterly exhausted, mentally and physically. He had spent the entire weekend waiting for his phone to ring. He had debated over and over whether to call her. Mulder couldn’t even count the number of times he had picked up the phone and began to dial her number. Once, he had even let it ring three times before he hung up.
He just couldn’t call her. Mulder had convinced himself that Scully needed space, space to deal with what had happened between them. She was probably in shock, and he didn’t want to push himself into her space. He wanted her to need him there, to ask him there.
Why didn’t that bother you when you fucking tried to rape her in the dark? That same voice came into his head, the one that kept him up all night, telling him he had made the biggest mistake in his life.
But the real problem was that it didn’t feel like a mistake. Not when he was kissing her, and she was kissing him back, passionately. Not when they had looked into each others’ eyes as they made love, never once breaking the intensity of the heated gaze between them. Goddammit, he knew it was the one moment in his miserable life that something had actually felt just right. It was between them. Mulder knew the strength of his intuition, and he hoped it wasn’t failing him now. He laid his head down on his desk, his mind running over doubt after doubt until he heard the click of heels briskly walk past his desk. Then, the sound of someone shuffling through paperwork. He opened his eyes with his head still down, and felt his pulse pounding again.
It was her. He knew it without looking. He could hear her low, even breathing as she settled into a chair behind him, booting up her laptop.
Turn around, Mulder. Say something. Say anything. He lifted his head off his desk and turned to see Scully staring intently at her computer screen.
“Scully?” His voice came out low and scratchy. His throat was painfully dry and he attempted to swallow.
Her eyes left the computer screen and a look of surprise came over her features as she looked at his face.
“Mulder, you look like shit.” Her voice was flat, not really exhibiting concern, and her blue eyes were staring at his nose. Self consciously, Mulder’s hand flew to his nose, remembering that it was still slightly swollen from her blow. He had convinced himself it was not broken, but was just too distracted to get it checked out.
“I, uh, didn’t sleep very well this weekend,” Mulder stammered, with a small smile as he searched her gaze for any reaction. He looked at her stern mouth, his mind unexpectedly flashing to that moment when he was kissing that mouth, tasting her.
The only response Scully gave to Mulder’s revelation was an arched brow and a look of mock pity.
She stood up from her desk, pulling a stack of files in her arms and quickly walked over to the front of his. Mulder blinked at her utterly cold expression, stunned that she was so obviously annoyed with him. She threw half of the stack of files onto the clutter of the desk, and said sternly, “Here is your half of the background checks. Enjoy.” With that Scully turned on her heel and walked out of the room.
“Fuck!” Mulder said it loudly, quite sure that Scully was still within hearing range. His fist batted the precariously balanced files on his desk, scattering them across the floor. This was not what he expected. Was she going to act as if nothing happened? He knew she wasn’t trying to pretend everything was normal, that was quite clear by her indifference to him. Before he knew it, Mulder was running down the hall, reaching out to grasp Scully’s wrist and pull her away from the elevator door. She pulled her arm back, trying to shake his grasp.
“Scully, we need to talk.” Mulder grunted through clenched teeth. He saw Scully glare at him with a look that was close to contempt.
“I don’t want to talk right now, Mulder.” Scully hissed as she tried to continue her way onto the elevator.
Mulder glanced nervously at the cluster of people in the elevator who were waiting, watching this dramatic scene with mild annoyance.
“Too fucking bad.” He replied as he yanked her down the hallway towards their office, and he heard the collective gasp of the audience get cut off by the sound of the elevator door closing.
They were alone again in the basement.
Scully shook her hand from his wrist when they were in the office. Mulder slammed the door shut and stood by it protectively, trying to prevent Scully from running from the scene, again. She stood a few feet in front of him, her eyes narrowed, her arms folded defiantly on her chest.
He stood there, stupidly gawking at her, her flushed cheeks, her burning blue eyes filled with such anger. Mulder’s mind blanked, and he couldn’t for the life of him, think of anything to say.
“What the fuck do you have to say to me Mulder?” Scully said fiercely. “You have three minutes.”
Mulder’s mind was racing. He needed to open himself to her, again. There was obviously a miscommunication going on here, a big one. And if he didn’t fix it, he was going to lose more than he could even imagine.
His arms flew up as he began to pace. “Goddamn it Scully, this isn’t easy. I didn’t expect it to be this hard. I thought-I thought-”
“You didn’t expect what to be this hard, Mulder? What exactly did you expect?” She sputtered out the questions impatiently, and he squirmed from her obvious anger.
“Why did you leave me on Friday? Why didn’t you wake me? Why did you run away?” Mulder asked the mundane questions before he could think them. He was biding time, he realized, as he saw her face go from anger to rage.
“This is what you have to ask me?! Why I didn’t STAY with you after what happened? What did happen Mulder? Why would I humiliate myself and stay with you?” Scully felt the tears choking her voice, and began to hate herself for her vulnerability. She turned her back to him. Her voice was quivering now, tear stained, as she said, “You made me feel cheap.” Her voice was barely audible.
Mulder shook his head. He was so shocked he could barely speak. How could she be so wrong? How could he have fucked up this bad? “No. No. No, Scully. You’re wrong. You are so fucking wrong.”
He clasped his hand on her shoulder, and she jerked it away. “Don’t. Don’t touch me, Mulder.” Her voice was shaking, and he couldn’t tell if it was rage, or grief. Or both.
He knew he had to make her look at him. She was hurting, and it was his fault.
“Scully.” She was shaking her head. “Scully please, please look at me when I say this to you. Please, just hear me out and then you won’t have to hear me again.”
Scully turned and faced him, her arms still protectively folded in front of her chest, her eyes were red from the tears. Her mouth was pressed in a firm line, and she had a pained expression on her face. Mulder felt his own tears, and he began.
“Scully. I cannot ever expect you to forgive me for what I did last Friday, but I want you understand why I did what I did. Looking back now, I know it was the wrong thing to do.”
He paused, took in a breath, and reconsidered what he just said. “No, it was the wrong way to do what I did. God, Scully. For months I have worked with you at my side and felt dishonest. Dishonest with you, dishonest with myself. Ever since you almost left me and the FBI, I realized something. I need you to live, Scully. Not just as partners. Not just as friends. You are more to me than that, and I didn’t know how to admit it to me or to you, so I felt myself taking it out on our professional relationship.”
He saw her eyes look at the floor, and he felt his heart pounding now. “Please Scully. Look at me.” She raised her eyes again, and met his.
“I was an asshole. And I was a coward because I couldn’t admit to you why I was being such an asshole. I was hiding Scully, and I needed to have some way to tell you, to express to you how I felt. But I knew it wouldn’t be easy, and I just decided that I wouldn’t need words. That you wouldn’t need words. And that is when I got the idea to meet you somewhere unfamiliar to you, so that I could finally show you how I felt. So you could know.”
Mulder stopped, to gauge Scully’s reaction to his words. She didn’t look angry anymore, but she did look somewhat impatient, maybe even annoyed.
“Mulder, do you know how unfair it was for you to do what you did? Do you honestly think coming on to me in a dark room translates into you expressing feelings to me?” Scully paused, seemingly not expecting a reply. “Everything you are saying here to me today revolves around you. You never gave me a chance to say how I felt. You never asked what I wanted.”
“But I thought you wanted, you liked-” Mulder stopped, afraid to make any more assumptions.
“You thought I liked the sex? Yes. It was great sex. But sex isn’t what we are talking about here. Dammit Mulder, we are talking about respect.”
For some reason, Mulder was beginning to feel angry. Angry that she couldn’t hear what he was saying. “Scully. I respect you more than anyone else. I can’t believe you doubt that. I made a mistake. I made the mistake of assuming we were on the same page. That you wanted what I wanted.” Mulder’s voice was getting louder. “I thought I could open you up, Scully, to show you how easy it would be for us to break that artificial barrier between us. I got sick of thinking about you all the time, Scully. Of PRETENDING that I didn’t want more of you than I already had. Something had to give. “
“Mulder, I-” Scully tried to interrupt but he held his hand up to stop her.
“No, wait. We’ve worked together for five years, Scully. We’ve kept a safe distance. I wanted more. I want more.” His eyes challenged hers. “Don’t you?”
Scully’s eyes dropped to the floor again. She wouldn’t look at him. Mulder continued.
“I think you are afraid. You are afraid to lose control, to admit that I’m right. That you do want what I want.”
Mulder stopped for a second, as he considered what he wanted to say. ” Scully, I need to know something right now. I want to ask you one question, and then I will leave you alone.” Mulder closed his eyes, drew in a long breath. “Do you regret what we did Scully? Do you?”
Scully shifted her weight from one foot to the other. She uncrossed her arms and glanced up at the ceiling and then looked him directly in the eyes. “Yes.”
With that one word response, Mulder felt his tears again, he spun around and pulled his coat of the hook. He grabbed his keys and headed for the door.
“Mulder, wait-”
Mulder turned around, his red eyes barely able to meet hers. “I’ve heard enough, Scully.” His voice cracked as he left the room.
Scully had no idea how long she had been staring at the empty doorway. She couldn’t believe this is the turn that her morning had taken, already. Okay, so I promised myself that I could do business as usual. I obviously failed misreably, since I couldn’t even speak to him, look at him without feeling anger.
She made her way back to her desk and sat down with a large sigh. God, why did her relationship with Mulder have to be so damn convoluted? Is it enough just to admit her need for him?
No, it could never be enough for them. She knew this. They both knew this, given the amount of time they kept their relationship at a professional level even when Scully allowed herself to want more. And she knew there were times when Mulder wanted more. Definitely. But they had too much on the line to risk going any further.
Is that why I am so damn mad? He crossed the unspoken line? Or was it the way he crossed the line? Without asking. The way he didn’t have the nerve to confront her and ask her how she felt. He just did the easy part. Scully always knew that the sex would be easy. She knew it would be fantastic. And it was.
The harder part is that it could never just be about sex. Not with them. They had been through too much together. Seen too much together for anything to be casual.
No, the hard part would be what comes after the sex.
Now they face the effects- moments like they were having now. Where they are distracted from their work. Is that why she told him she regretted it?
Did she regret it? She thought back to that night, for the first time really facing what had happened between them. It was unbelievably good sex; she blushed at the arousal flooding her body at the memories, the glimpses of their passion. She thought she must confuse him with her present indifference, considering how much she gave him that night.
Scully’s mind flashed to their argument this morning. Mulder tried to admit his feelings for her. Of course he couldn’t be so simple to declare his love for her, passing her empty promises of eternal happiness. He knew better than that.
Amazingly, Scully couldn’t help but smile.
What he did manage, in Mulder-esque fashion, was to accuse her of not trusting her intuition. Of being commanded by her control. She supposed he was right; her need for control had answered his question about regret. Her need for control had made her lie to him.
Mulder undeniably took a risk for her. Undoubtedly, his confession to her was one of the hardest things he had ever done.
And she grimaced when she thought of her reaction to him, pushing him away. Lying to him.
Scully suddenly felt very sad that she had hurt him so badly with her coldness. Regret was an acrid concept, and right now the only thing she regreted was her inability to let go.
She glanced at her watch. 10 a.m. Scully reassured herself that he would have to come back, that he wouldn’t just leave work like that. It just wasn’t like him to walk out of the office over her. He would come back.
She kept reassuring herself, all the way up until it was 6 p.m. and dark outside. And still no sign of Mulder.
Mulder didn’t know anything in that moment but the need to get the hell away from her, and to get the hell away from that stuffy office. As he stormed out of the building, he blindly got into his car, wiping the bitter tears away from his eyes with the back of his hand.
“Dammit.” His fists pounded the steering wheel, as he decided to not to head towards his apartment but to a bar instead. He looked at his watch.
9 a.m., Mulder. This is a new low, even for you.
He laughed outloud, finding his misery absurd. Leave it to Scully to drive him to this. This thought echoed in his mind as he entered the rather empty bar and crashed onto a barstool and slumped over the bar.
A wiry grey bartender came his way, looking at him quizzically. “Bad day?” “One of the worst.” Mulder grumbled, adding his request for whiskey on the rocks.
Several drinks later, Mulder found himself escorted out to a cab. He had no idea what time it was, but the sun was still shining. “That means somethin’, doesn’t it?” His druken voice asked the cab driver, his eyes squinting at the sun.
“Yeah, whatever buddy. Where do you live, can you remember that much?” The cab driver queried, impatiently shoving him into the cab.
Mulder somehow uttered his address to the driver and slid back against the seat, eyes droopy.
Next thing he knew, the burly cab driver had pulled him out of the car, cursing as he tried to steer Mulder in a straight line towards the apartment entrance. As an afterthought, Mulder pulled a bill with two digits out of his pocket and handed it to him, gratefully.
By some miracle, he managed to find his way to the elevator and his apartment door and Mulder fumbled with his key, opened the door, and tripped his way over to the couch to land face down on the cool leather. He tried to will the day to go away.
Scully’s angry face graced his drunken consciousness one last time, and he heard his voice slur a command out loud. “Go away.”
Mulder then slipped into sweet unconsciousness.
Part 2
7 p.m.
Scully stood outside Mulder’s door, pressing her ear against the wood trying to catch a sound of any movement. The lights were not on from what she could see from the street, and she didn’t see Mulder’s car anywhere. She pulled out his key and considered her options.
I could just go home, and leave him alone. That first option seemed to be the most logical choice, but after a day of waiting for him at the office, logic was not satisfying her.
It seemed like a better idea to go inside the apartment, and wait for him. She had to make sure he was okay, that everything was okay. He’d understand. Wouldn’t he even expect her to do this?
Without waiting for her mind to answer that question, Scully slipped the key into the lock, surprised to find it already open, slowly opened the door and slipped inside. She walked quietly into his living room, and almost yelped when she saw a figure laying on the couch.
Mulder? He was laying so still, she couldn’t even hear his breathing. Her concern building, she quickly walked over to the couch and knelt down to get a closer look.
She could hear him breathing now, and she smiled to herself in relief. His right arm was curled around his head, his left hand was splayed across his chest. He was slightly snoring, and as she leaned in to get a closer look at his face, she smelled a very distinct odor.
Whiskey.
She also noticed that he was still in his work clothes, with his tie askew; his white dress shirt had a varied assortment of stains.
He’s passed out. She looked over at his coffee table and saw a bottle of aspirin that he had obviously spilled in an attempt at self medication. How long has he been sleeping? Long enough to wear off the effects of the alcohol? Scully was really tempted to wake him, to speak to him before she lost her nerve.
Hell, maybe it would make it easier on her if she was drunk, too. She thought about rummaging through Mulder’s kitchen to look for a bottle of something, but then decided against it.
Instead, Scully settled down beside the couch, and pressed her cheek against the cracked leather. She watched Mulder’s face as he slept. He looked troubled, even in his drunken slumber. You did this to him. Scully closed her eyes and tried to imagine how she could explain this away. I’m not sure I can. She sighed, deeply. How could she explain something that she herself didn’t fully understand?
Scully closed her eyes, deciding to wait for Mulder. She needed him to work through this with her.
Because she didn’t know how to feel anymore.
Mulder’s eyes shot open, in a moment of panic. He was having a horrible dream, as usual, where he was chasing something, running after something. Of course he could never catch whatever it was. He felt an aching pain in his back so he stretched a little to shift to his side.
And then he felt it. He was not alone.
He tried to adjust his eyes to the light as he shifted his weight and he saw a flare of red hair on his couch.
Red hair. No fucking way.
He looked past her hair and saw her eyes staring back at him. Giving him that Scully look of concern. Or was it concern? Sleepy eyes, staring into his. How long has she been here? he wondered.
At first he considered taking his hand and pressing it to her cheek, to tuck her hair behind her ear, just to touch her lovely skin. She kept looking at him, and he could swear that she was waiting for him to do just that.
But then he remembered their fight, he remembered the large amount of alcohol he consumed just to rid his mind of her. He remembered her coldness, her regret. So why was she here? He began to feel angry, and he jerked himself up to a sitting position.
“Scully, go away.”
He thought he told her this once before. Didn’t she listen?
Mulder pressed his head back against the wall. He waited to hear her get up and exit his apartment as directed. Instead, his peripheral vision caught her movement as she climbed up on the couch and sat next to him. Not quite touching him, but invading his space nonetheless.
“Go away.” He commanded her again, this time more harshly.
“Mulder, I can’t go away.” Scully’s voice was very soft, and low. He looked over at her and read the concern in her eyes. “I’ve tried, and I can’t.”
He turned his head towards her and studied her face. Scully looked lost. Mulder tried to remember if he had ever seen her look like this. He couldn’t. “Scully, I can’t have you here. Not now. I need to be alone.”
Scully moved closer to him on the couch. He felt her small hand take his, and squeeze it gently. She raised it to her lips and kissed his palm. She then leaned over to him, her voice barely a whisper. “Mulder, I’m scared.”
She was scared. He looked into her blue eyes which seemed to ask him to help her. Needing him to tell her everything was okay. He didn’t know what to say.
She spoke again, still staring into his eyes. “I’m not sure what I have to give to you. I’m not sure if I know how to give it.” Scully took her other hand, and cupped it against his cheek. “But I need you right now Mulder. I came here blindly, not sure why. I just needed to be with you. I was wrong to push you away like I did Mulder. Even if you were wrong to do what you did Friday.”
Mulder moved his face away from her hand, his eyes clouded with pain. Scully leaned in closer, and pulled his face back towards her, making sure he heard what she was about to say.
“What I didn’t know how to tell you, is that I think I know.. no, I think understand why you did what you did. And,” Scully paused, trying to get the words right. “My only regret is that it had to be that way for you, for us.”
Mulder looked at her, trying to hear what she was saying. He wanted to make sure he understood.
“Mulder, I could never regret that it happened.”
He felt a tear slip out of his eyes. And then another. He watched Scully take her fingers and wipe them away, rubbing her fingers into his skin. She pulled his face towards hers, and he felt her brush her lips against his.
They stayed there, lips barely touching, breathing gently against one another, for some time. Mulder took his hand and held the back of her neck, feeling the softness of her skin. He felt her arms tighten around him, and he held her, pressed his cheek against hers, smelling her.
Before Mulder could think, he lifted Scully up into his lap, and took her face in his hands.
“Scully, after you left, after we made love, I came home to this couch and I tried to pick one memory, of us, to play over and over again in my mind.” He gently caressed her cheeks with his thumbs. “I thought of this, your face cradled in my palms, and kissing you, watching your face as I kissed you, watching your eyes.”
Mulder drew her mouth onto his for a long, languid kiss. He gently parted her lips with his tongue, tasting her mouth again, feeling her tongue move against his. Thank god he could kiss her again; he wouldn’t just be trapped in his mind anymore. He closed his eyes and lost himself in her mouth, letting the slow, wet kiss pull him under. Mulder kept breaking the kiss so he could start it again, to know that she would open her mouth to his, again and again.
He had no idea as to how long this kiss lasted, and would have kept on kissing her forever if she hadn’t pulled back, breathless.
They sat there in silence, mouths wet, and open, faces close, eyes locked. Mulder took his fingers and caressed her cheek, outlined her mouth with his finger. Swept her hair away from her eyes which were staring at him in a way that made him crazy with desire.
“Mulder, I’ve never wanted anyone like this. Like I want you.” Her voice was low, throaty, as she reached over and her fingers caressed his lips. He saw the look of fear in her eyes. “You’ve opened something in me that I can’t control.”
He didn’t say anything to comfort her; he knew she didn’t want him to. Instead, he pulled her closer to his chest, and held her tightly, burying his face in her hair. She smelled wonderful, so clean, a mixture of soap and the scent that was just her.
Oh god. Mulder came to the awful realization that his smell had to be less than pleasant. He looked down at his soiled shirt, and began to laugh, the first laugh he could remember having in days.
Scully looked up at him, somewhat puzzled. “Mulder? What’s so funny?” Her eyes were softening.
“Look at me, Scully. I’m a mess. I’m sure I smell like hell and god knows what I taste like.”
Scully leaned over him and ran her tongue over his lips. “Mmm. You taste like Mulder with a tinge of whiskey. Very sexy.”
Mulder kissed her quickly, picked her up off his lap gently, and stood up. “I’ll be right back.” Before Scully could object he disappeared into his bedroom.
She waited, and then gasped as she looked up and saw Mulder standing at the door of his bathroom, completely naked. “Now Scully, I don’t want you to get the wrong idea here.” He teased. He saw her eyes run up and down the length of his very naked body, and couldn’t help but feel a bit shocked at the fact that she was now openly staring at his semi-erect penis. “I think I need a shower. I was wondering, ahh, hoping, that you might want to join me. You never know, I might need your help.”
Mulder watched, no, gawked, as Scully stood up from the couch. Her eyes never left his as she took one shoe off, then another and tossed them across the floor. How could that be so fucking sexy? Mulder thought, shifting his weight to lean against the door frame. He waited. Then she walked towards him, slowly, and her fingers began to unbutton her blouse, button by button until it hung loosely around her shoulders. She stopped about a foot in front of him. Both of her eyebrows raised, Scully eyes carried a hint of her promise to tantalize him.
Mulder stood and watched, his one arm draped across his chest, as she unbuckled her belt. Slowly unzipped her trousers, letting them slide to the floor. She kicked them aside, as she pulled her nylons down the length of her legs, never losing balance.
Amazing. Scully stood before Mulder dressed only in her bra, underwear, and an unbuttoned silk shirt which barely clung to her shoulders. Her red hair hung loosely, almost hiding her expression. He sucked in his breath, awed by her beauty, by her intense sexuality. He felt himself grow incredibly hard. “Umm, Scully. I think you just perfectly played out a recurring fantasy of mine.”
“Oh really?” He watched her face draw into a somewhat devilish grin, as she stepped forward and and trailed her fingers across his chest, barely grazing his nipples. “I was in this fantasy of yours, Mulder?” The smile was still taunting him.
Mulder put his fingers to her lips. “Shh. I’ll show you.” With that, he pushed her blouse off her shoulders, and took her hand in his. He quickly turned on the shower, adjusted the water temperature, and faced her again, not managing to control his eyes and stop them from wandering all over her body, but still not touching anything but her hand.
Scully grew warm in response Mulder’s obvious attention to her, remembering that there was no time for this visual exploration during the first time they had been naked together. This was totally different, because this time, there was no darkness, no mystery. It was all her, and all him, in a brightly lit bathroom.
This is how she wanted it.
Mulder reached around and unhooked Scully’s bra, letting it slide forward, off her arms. He drew in his breath, and stared at her naked torso. “Beautiful. So beautiful.” Careful not to interrupt his gaze, he took his two index fingers and gently tugged her underwear down, off her hips, so they landed around her feet.
Mulder grabbed Scully’s hand and pulled her into the shower with him, and the minute they were both standing under the steaming water, he urgently pressed his body against hers. The shower beat down on their embrace. God, her wet skin felt incredibly good; he ran his hands over her shoulders, her arms, marveling at how small she was, how soft.
He ran his hands over her back, and couldn’t help but press her into his now straining erection, slowly rocking his hips into her. He could feel her tongue licking his chest, sucking at him, planting lazy wet kisses all over. Mulder slowly slid down her body to his knees and buried his face in her stomach, wrapping his arms tightly around her hips.
“God, I need you Scully.” His voice was almost a growl, as he felt her gaze on the top of his head, her hands smoothing his wet hair out of his eyes.
“Come here.” She commanded and he obeyed, and she kissed him again, the hot water from the shower mixing in with the wet kiss, their tongues twining, both sets of hands roaming all over their wet bodies. Scully hooked her leg around Mulder’s ass, so she could feel more of him, feel his hardness pressing into her belly.
Mulder pushed Scully backwards into the shower wall, lifting and settling her onto the small ledge that held his his shower supplies, which came tumbling down around his feet.
Her arms draped across his shoulders, and she pulled him towards her, as she linked both legs around his hips. Their kissing was no longer soft and sensuous, it was growing urgent, both of them becoming very aware of the control seeping out of them, and the necessity taking over.
“Scully, I can’t wait much long..” Before he could finish his sentence, Scully had her hands on his cock, gliding him into her.
He saw her blue eyes close as he slid inside her, making his way into her hot center. “Scully, you’re so wet.” He whispered into her ear and she clamped her legs tighter around his hips.
Mulder reached around to slip his hands under her, pulling her almost to the point of sliding off the wet ledge, but further onto him. He was now completely buried in her.
They stood there for a moment, joined perfectly. The hot water pounding on his back, and he locked his gaze onto hers, and reached over, his tongue probing into her mouth, as he began thrusting into her, slowly. He subconsciously thrusted his tongue into her mouth in rhythm with his hips, and he lifted her up, slightly, rubbing her into him.
She groaned into his mouth, and he felt her thighs splay open, just a little further, and they continued kissing, thrusting, Scully rocking her hips to meet his, her arms reached down from his shoulders and came to pull on his ass, harder and harder. Pulling more of him into her. He did the same to her, and suddenly the thrusts became harder, their kissing more wild, the force of him fucking her was sliding her back up and down on the shower tiles.
Then he felt her wet walls begin to constrict around him, in waves, and he thrusted harder, more deeply, until she broke the kiss with a long groan, maybe it was a scream, he couldn’t tell, but he watched her lean her head back on the shower wall, her face contorted with pleasure and that was enough to make him lose it completely.
With one final thrust he empited himself into her, “Oh god oh god Scully oh god” as he poured into her, his hands firmly on her ass, he realized that he had pulled her completely off the ledge onto the length of him, and she was clinging to him with her legs as he shuddered in her arms.
When he finally had the presence to open his eyes, he looked up and saw her smiling at him, with such a beautiful look of satisfaction, he couldn’t do anything but smile back and wrap his arm below her to brace her weight and hold her by the waist as he stepped out of the shower.
“Mulder, what are you-” Before Scully knew it, she was being carried across the bedroom by a very wet Mulder, and by some amazing maneuvering on his part, he laid down on the bed with her still attached. Just then, he withdrew from her body, and they both let out a small sigh from the loss.
Scully collapsed on his chest, feeling his warm and wet skin, his heart pounding in her ear. Loudly.
Mulder felt satiated, he felt happy, and wrapped his arms around Scully and listened to their even breathing, knowing full well that he could not stay conscious much longer. And he didn’t.
3 a.m.
Mulder woke up to his stomach growling, fiercely. Remembering that he had made love to Scully, in the shower, just hours before, he reached his hand over to cradle her, but found nothing but an empty bed. Shit.
Panic welled up in his throat as he thought, Not again. He sat straight up in bed, stammering her name, “Scully-”
Then he saw her, on the corner of the bed, her back turned to him. She turned around and faced him when he called her name, her eyes had that look again. He couldn’t name it, maybe it was fear.
“Scully, I thought you left me again.” Mulder reached over and pulled her into his arms, holding her very tightly against his chest. He gently rolled so that he was almost on top of her again, and he found himself kissing her all over her face, her eyes, her nose, her mouth. He couldn’t resist her mouth and he kissed it fully, amazed that the movement of her tongue under his could make him so aroused.
As he kissed her, he opened his eyes to see a few tears rolling off her cheeks, onto the sheets. He stopped kissing her and wiped them away with his fingers, looking for an answer.
“Mulder, I can’t promise you anything.” Scully’s voice was low, almost hoarse.
“I know.” Mulder traced her face with his finger, the shape of her brow, her thin nose, her full mouth. “I wouldn’t ask you to.” With that Scully settled into his arms, laid her head against his chest, feeling secure again with his touch.
They both lay there, in each other’s arms, appreciating the feel of each other’s body, and the sound of their slow, even breathing.
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