Call Girl by Cybill

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Call Girl by Cybill

TITLE: Call Girl
EMAIL: [email protected]
AUTHOR: Cybill
RATING: NC-17
CLASSIFICATION: MSR
SPOILERS: None
KEYWORDS: Mulder/Scully Romance
FEEDBACK: Pretty please? This is the first story I’ve posted and would feel honored to have others opinions. Flames will probably make me cry but how else am I going to learn? Go easy on me.
DISCLAIMER: Don’t own em’ wish I did. They would have a lot more fun if I owned them.

SUMMARY: Mulder and Scully act as bait to a serial killer who preys on redheaded call girls.

Authors Notes: The story has alternating POVs between Scully and Mulder.

Beta Thanks: Mimic117 I fall down to my knees and kiss your feet you beta Goddess! Seriously Mims, thank you for being a grammar beacon and for caring enough about this story to give such fantastic suggestions on character dialogue, plot errors and so forth. I tip my hat to you. On a personal note, thank you for taking me under your wing in this crazy fanfiction world. Without you I’d be lost.

Oh, and if you guys want to read some great stories go visit Mimic’s site at https://mimicsmusings.com.

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Call Girl

This case is going to be very hard on me. This time Scully is undercover as a call girl and I’m supposed to be her gentleman caller. Of course this situation is necessary, due to the previous killings. I still don’t like the idea of being stuck at the mercy of a serial killer and no one to rely on but the FBI’s finest.

The plan was all set. Scully had been entered into the call girl club a couple of weeks ago. Instead of pretending like she was a real “prostitute”, the bureau decided to take over the business in secret. A month ago, when the killings had consistently happened once a week, the FBI came up with a plan of action. Of course I never believed it was a good plan, but what do I know? I’m only supposed to be one of the prized profilers. Well, used to be one of the top notch profilers of the FBI. They all loved me then, but that was before the X-Files entered my life.

God, we weren’t even supposed to be in on it, but since Scully and I fit the profile of the victims, we were volunteered by our boss, Assistant Director Walter Skinner. According to my own profile, the UNSUB really enjoyed offing the call girls that had red hair. His mother was most likely a red head who was a prostitute, and the killer probably didn’t approve of her lifestyle. So, now he’s taking it out on other women fitting his mother’s description, and any male that just happens to be in her bed at that time.

We knew he was using this call service for his own personal vendetta. It was the only connection between all of the victims. Tonight had to be the night, according to his previous pattern. My partner, Dana Scully, was already in the hotel room, preparing for my entrance. We made sure to use one of the hotels the call service regularly booked. We also made sure to have Scully be the only redheaded call girl working for the service tonight. This would make the UNSUB’s choice of a victim very easy. Everything had been planned out right down to making sure we were on the ground floor where access would be easy to the murderer and the FBI.

Now the only thing I can think about is how I’m going to react seeing her in next to nothing. It’s going to kill me! If I live through this, I would definitely make an excellent monk. Maybe she’ll be wearing something that’s hideous? Yeah right, when have I ever seen her in anything that didn’t look absolutely stunning? Jeez, this is going to be difficult.

I approach the van that held Skinner, and the video crew. Skinner grabs me by the arm and shoves me into the van quickly.

“Mulder, here’s your earpiece. We’ll be able to see everything that’s going on in the room, but we won’t be able to hear anything. You will be able to hear us through this earpiece, and so will Scully. We gave her the earpiece earlier. Now, you must make this look real. I understand that under these circumstances, it may be very difficult, but the UNSUB will be watching, and if he doesn’t think you two are in the throes of passion, he won’t attempt to strike. We need him to enter the room with a weapon so that we have it on video. Are you sure you can pull this off?”

I give him my best “you’re kidding me right?” look that I have tried to perfect over the years. Scully knows it when she sees it. “Pretend to have sex with Scully, got it. Make it look real enough for others on the outside who may be watching. Sure. I’ll do my best pretending to make love to her.” Whoops, did I say “make love to her” instead of “have sex with her?” Man, I hope Skinner didn’t catch that little Freudian slip. I wonder what Scully’s thinking right now?

Skinner apparently caught on to the love comment but doesn’t say anything. He just looks at me with a great deal of compassion and what seems to be a small hint of fear.

“So, you are personally going to be watching out for us right?” I want to make sure that Skinner will be the one to make the call as to when the crew will come busting down the door, effectively catching the guy before he makes shish kebobs out of Scully and me. As long as that bastard doesn’t get anywhere near her I’ll keep my cool. If she has even a scratch, it will take a knife through me to stop me from hunting him down like the dog he is.

“I won’t let you down, Mulder. I would never intentionally let anything happen to you or Agent Scully.” Looking him straight in the eyes I silently thank him and try to believe that what he is saying is the truth.

“Okay. Well, I better go have sex with Scully now. She’s probably pacing the floor with anticipation.” I’m grinning like an idiot. Skinner just ignores my flippant remarks.

Exiting the van, I get into this hot little red Corvette, also part of my cover. If I had enough money to be having sex with one of the girls from this elite service, I had to have a car that would make any man bow down.

I pull up to the hotel and park the car next to the one that Scully was driving. I can see her silhouette through the drapes. Soft music is spilling from the opened window—a ploy to make the killer believe that we are too involved in what’s taking place in the room to bother with mundane things such as shutting the curtains. It also would serve as a bird’s eye view of the inside of the room for the sharp shooters atop the buildings across the street.

Man, are they going to get an eyeful tonight. Let’s hope that they can keep their eyes on the possible target instead of Scully and me attempting the horizontal mambo.

xXxXxXx

Mulder is due here any minute. I just completed lighting all of the candles and putting on his favorite jazz CD. I wonder if he’ll notice that the CD is a compilation of his favorite jazz artists. I’m glad I decided to bring it on this case. It may help relax the both of us. I’m guessing Mulder will probably be distracted and maybe even nervous. Not that I’m not nervous. I’m quaking in my boots so to speak. But, he is the one that is so protective of me. He hates letting his guard down for 5 minutes when I’m in his presence let alone putting faith in our colleagues to make sure we come out of this unscathed. It bothers me sometimes, being the independent woman that I am, but mostly I know his protectiveness is a selfish reaction. He doesn’t have many people in his life that he can turn to so his protective nature is a product of his own fear of losing me. I know in my mind that he knows I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself.

Shit, this is going to be so difficult. It’s hard on a good day to keep my proverbial walls up so that just the nearness of him doesn’t make me swoon and in a few minutes he’ll be here in all his glory, pretending to make love to me. He’s got to be as anxiety filled as I am? At least I hope he is. God, please help me get through this without making a complete ass of myself. I don’t want Mulder to realize how much his touch affects me. Pretending to have sex with him, with God and everyone watching! What the hell kind of sick, twisted test will this be on our relationship? I don’t know how this will change things, if at all. Wait a minute. Why am I worrying? We will be professional, we will pretend to have sex, catch a serial killer, save the city and go back to our hole in the J. Edgar Hoover Building. Yeah, that’s it. Just get through it, get the monster and go back to the way things have always been. Do I want things to stay the way they are? Should I be using this as a way to move things into another direction with Mulder? “Ahhh”, I can’t think straight. Just go with the flow, Dana. Don’t let this phase you this much. It’s just Mulder. Just Mulder my ass! The man I love is going to pretend to make love to me and it will all be for naught. Story of my LIFE!

I sigh and look in the mirror one last time. Standing here in the outfit I picked out at Victoria’s Secret is making me feel a little unsure of myself. It doesn’t leave much to the imagination. Maybe I should have purchased something a little less revealing. Common sense tells me that all of the other victims were scantly dressed in alluring and provocative lingerie so I should be as well. I bend over, jiggling my breasts into place in the tight, black demi push-up bra. My body may not be perfect, with all its scars, but at least I’m not fat. The matching panties, black garter belt, black stockings and three inch “Fuck Me Pumps” complete the look. Grabbing my short, silk, black robe I tie the sash and head out of the bathroom to meet Mulder in the main room. God, it’s hot in here. I’d take off the robe but that would be a little presumptuous, even for a call girl. No, I’ll keep the robe on. It’s not as if I’ll be wearing it much longer, but it serves its purpose in the meantime.

It’s too bad Mulder and I haven’t really had much of a chance to talk about how we are going to play this out. We both know we are going to have to make it look real to any outsider. Sticking the earpiece into my ear, I silently thank God that I have some semblance of normalcy to remind me that this is a case and not one of my tawdry fantasies. I’m not really worried about pretending to want to touch and kiss Mulder. All my sleeping and waking fantasies consisted of me touching Mulder; quite a bit actually. It’s remembering that this is pretend —that is going to be hard. Plus, I’m supposed to use his first name. That alone is going to be the hardest. We have always been just Mulder and Scully to one another. He hates being called Fox, although, it may make things a bit more entertaining. At least I’m the one that gets to mess with him.

God, what’s taking him so long? You’d think he’d be a little interested in seeing what I look like. I mean, he is a man and I’m not exactly a dog. Maybe all of those sexual innuendos he is always tossing my way were just that — innuendo. I know he finds me attractive, at least a little bit. Why am I suddenly self-conscious about what he thinks when he looks at me? I guess I care more than I originally thought. I’m so freaking nervous! I wish he’d get here already. I want to hurry up and get this over with.

xXxXxXx

Knocking lightly, I can see her shadow moving towards the door through the window. However, I am not at all prepared for the vision that stands before me when she opens the door and leans on the door jam just a bit.

Wow.

One arm is draped above her head and the other arm gesturing for me to enter. A coy smile is displayed on her perfectly glossed lips. Her hair is pulled softly back into a twist, held up by one dainty little clip. She has a silky black robe wrapped around her body. Her very tiny feet are clad in 3 inch heels and her legs are encased in matching black stockings. The heels still don’t make her near my height but I like it. Towering over her brings out my deeply hidden primal male dominating impulses. What can I say? I’m a guy! I had always dated tall women in the past and they continuously made me feel inferior. At least Scully’s size doesn’t intimidate me. Of course, she makes up for it in every other category that matters. Brains, beauty, strength, the list goes on and on.

She ushers me in and I take a quick look around the room. Candles are everywhere. There’s a jazz tune playing on the stereo. I recognize the artist immediately as one of my favorites. That’s strange; she picked a radio station that has my favorite jazz artist on at this very moment. Must be a coincidence. I turn to the right and am startled by the large, plush bed sitting just outside the main room in the master suite. It is a beast compared to the rest of the furniture within the rooms. It must have at least 10 satin pillows on it and damn is it high off the ground. It looks as though I will actually have to lift Scully onto it. Now that paints a pretty picture. A grin appears on my face as I turn toward her. She notices it immediately smiling a bit seductively. Man, I can’t get anything past this woman.

God, we really will be at the mercy of Skinner and the rest of the team. We won’t be able to see anything once we are lying on the bed. While we are doing the supposed “wild thing”, a serial killer will be breaking in ready to kill us. Nice.

God, what have we gotten ourselves into now?

Scully is standing there speechless. I can tell that she doesn’t really know what to do next. So, it looks like it’s up to me to get this show on the road, for lack of a better phrase. We do have an audience and the killer tends to strike at 12:00 a.m. on the dot. It’s 11:20 p.m. It is now or never.

“You look stunning Dana, and the music you chose is perfect.” I move a little closer to her and stare directly into her eyes, making sure she knows that I mean what I say.

She blushes but than calmly replies, “Thank you, and you don’t look so bad yourself. I’m glad you like the CD. It’s a favorite of someone who is very important to me. I thought you would enjoy it.”

What? Scully bought this CD! How did she know that it was my favorite? Wow, she did that for me? She wants to make this easier on me. Damn, I’m going to have to put my feelings for this woman in check right now before I lose control.

“Yes, well it was a perfect choice,” I barely croak out.

“Get to it Agents! We’re pretty sure that the killer is watching you both right now” came Skinner’s booming voice into my ear piece. We both jump a bit.

I look into Scully’s eyes, asking silent permission. She nods and smiles back, moving closer to me. We’re almost touching completely now.

“I think that’s enough talking, don’t you think, Fox?” She wraps her hands around my neck, closing the space between us. I instantly put my hand around her satin-clad waist and squeeze her to me. She looks up, and in that moment, it’s just the two of us, standing so close that our noses can almost touch.

I slide one hand up her back and onto her neck. I look longingly into her eyes and notice that her pupils are dilated and her eye color is much darker than usual. Almost smoky. It is desire. Holy shit! Scully is looking at me with naked, undisguised want. Oh man, I’ll wrap my mind around that later. Right now, I’m going to kiss her until she’s gasping for breath. Pulling her as close as possible I slowly cover her mouth with mine.

First I nip at her bottom lip and then slide my tongue across it. To my surprise, she opens her mouth and starts kissing me back with fervor. She grabs my bottom lip with her teeth, worries it and brings it into her mouth. This is making me rock hard. Then it happens. I forget that we are pretending. I grab the back of her head and crush my lips over hers, demanding immediate entrance into her mouth. She gives it willingly. I slide my tongue into her mouth and our tongues dance. We are gripping each other tightly, neither wanting to stop or let go. She tastes of cherry lip gloss, mint toothpaste and something that must be pure Scully. I devour her mouth and she doesn’t seem to mind. Actually, she is kissing me with such vivacity that we both have to stop for lack of oxygen. We part and set our foreheads on one another, panting like school kids at a game of spin the bottle.

“Wow.”

“Yeah, wow,” she responds.

“I think you two need to move this into the bedroom. You’ve already kissed for almost 10 minutes! Time is of the essence,” says the director’s loud voice into my ear.

Looking at each other, wide eyed and a little in shock, Scully gives a tiny nod to let me know that she will take over. Hell, I don’t mind. I don’t mind at all. I wait for her to speak first. I don’t want to ruin what just transpired, and I’m a little out of breath anyway.

“I think we should move this into the bedroom.” She starts walking backwards, gripping the tie of her robe. After a few steps she’s standing in front of the bed that dwarfs her in size. Her robe now pools at her feet.

I can’t move. She’s standing there in the hottest lingerie I’ve ever had the pleasure of seeing or maybe it’s not the lingerie. Maybe it’s the fact that Scully, my Scully, is standing there, fulfilling one of my everyday fantasies without even knowing it. I want to ravage her.

xXxXxXx

He’s staring now. I guess that’s a good sign. Maybe he likes what he sees. Maybe he doesn’t. Maybe he doesn’t want to continue this knowing that he will have to be so close to me in such skimpy attire. God, I should have chosen something a little less sexy. I thought he would really like this. Why hasn’t he stopped staring at me? I’m standing here in such a small amount of clothing that you would think any male in his right mind would want to move closer to me, to say something, anything. The tension is killing me. I have to fix this.

“So, are you going to stare at me all night or you planning to join in on the fun?” God that sounds so stupid! What the hell am I saying?

Apparently it works because he starts unbuttoning his dress shirt. He doesn’t even take his eyes off my body. I’m starting to feel very tense but realize that he’s about to be as undressed as I am. The dress shirt now off, he grabs the hem of his undershirt and yanks that over his head as well. I gasp at the sight of his rippling abdominal muscles. I hope he doesn’t notice my response. When I look at his face there’s a sideways grin that I’ve never seen before. He wants me! No way! He actually wants me! His eyes are burning holes through my skin at the fierce way he’s studying my body. It’s almost as if he’s committing it to memory. Great, what a wonderful time for that photographic memory of his. He moves closer to me now, unbuttoning his slacks in the process. He reaches me, pants hanging low on his hips. I reach forward and pull them the rest of the way down. The grin he’s sporting is not easily missed.

I help him take off his pants and shoes, leaving him still in his boxers. He grabs my ass and pushes his erection into my stomach. He then leans to my neck and starts a slow torturous descent, kissing and sucking my tendons. He’s sucking so hard I know there will be a mark. I don’t care though, it feels too good to stop him or change positions. His hands are squeezing my ass tight. One hand slides up my waist and over the side of my breast and up to my neck. He leans down to my ear. Slowly he licks the entire crevice before moaning ever so lightly. He’s whispering to me now.

“Scully, I don’t how much of this I can take. I’m having a very hard time restraining myself from pushing you down on the bed and making love to you right here, where everyone can see.” I shiver in response to his honesty.

I kiss my way up his neck and grab his ass the same way he’s grabbing mine. His ass is so tight. I bet you could bounce quarters off it. I nibble on his ear which causes him to latch on to my breast with his large hand and I moan into his ear. His hand on my breast sent wetness to my groin that I was hoping to avoid. He will feel it on his stomach when we lay down, I know it. He’s so observant. However, right now, I’m not giving it that much thought. Besides isn’t that his erection poking my stomach?

“Mulder, if you’re saying this to me because your hormones are out of control, I can understand. Now, just go with the flow, the killer should be here within 15 minutes. We need to get this moving. Touch me any way you want, and I won’t hold it against you. I promise. I’m enjoying it too.”

I want him surrounding me. I know we can’t actually have sex right here with a slew of people watching, but no one said we can’t enjoy ourselves and damn, I am so enjoying myself.

“mmmmmmm”

xXxXxXx

I can’t believe she just gave me the green light to touch her any way I want. Well, I’m not going to hold back now. It’s time to get this show on the road. I slide both my hands down to her ass, parting her legs and lift her up. Her legs cling immediately around my waist. She moans when my boxer-covered erection meets her lacey-covered sex. I crush her to me like a vice and my mouth descends upon hers again. This is a frenzied kiss. Neither of us seem to want to give up the control. I end up giving it to her. What the hell, at least I’m kissing the only woman that I’ve wanted to kiss for the past 6 years. Her passion is wild. I break the kiss and lead her down onto the mattress.

Once on top of her, I settle nicely between her pale thighs. I can’t control myself. I kiss my way down her neck and onto her breast. I take a breast into my hand and can immediately feel her nipple harden under the black lacey confinement she calls a bra. It’s beginning to be too much, I have to kiss them. She wraps her stocking-clad legs around my waist and pushes her sex hard into mine. A moan releases from both our mouths. Just as I’m about to uncover one of those nipples and take it into my mouth, she grabs my face and hauls me into another intense kiss. This kiss seems to be so full of energy and passion I’m practically left in a dream state. I know now that I could never tire from kissing this woman. God she’s so un- fucking-believably hot!

Now she seems to want the control. She turns us over and straddles my hips, rubbing her sex over mine. I want so badly to touch her, and taste her. Shit, I can smell her arousal and feel the moisture. She’s probably so ready right now. She scratches her manicured nails across my chest. My instincts are to put my hands fully on her breasts and squeeze until she moans. She does it instead, which sends yet another wave of pleasure to my cock. I lean up, grab her face and kiss her again. This time, she comes crashing down on my chest and dives for my ears again. So, I do the only thing a man in my position can do. I grab both of her ass cheeks and grind my sex into hers. Her hands slide up to my head, grab handfuls of my hair and pull my head flat to the mattress. Apparently I missed that she wants to chat again. Damn this interruption crap.

“Mulder, we are on candid camera. I’d rather not have the bureau talking about my uncovered breasts, or your mouth latched onto them, no matter how real this is supposed to look or how much I would like your mouth on me. So, if you could just behave for now, it will be worth the wait.”

She slides her hand between us, where she knows the cameras won’t see, and gives a quick squeeze to my penis.

“Oh sweet Jesus…Scu..mmmm…Dana”. Shit, I almost called her Scully. If the killer is watching right now he may notice the error. However, I’m only human and the woman I love just grabbed my dick in her pretty little hand. It branded me. I will never have another woman’s hand on me again. Any one else will pale in comparison to my Scully.

Quickly I roll her underneath me and take a quick peek at the clock. It’s one minute until 12:00 a.m. I move from kissing her neck to her ears. “Looks like its show time,” I warn her.

I slide my hand under her pillow where her gun is, and kiss the life out of her. I figure if I happen to die here, at least the last thing I will remember is kissing Scully. I could die a happy man.

I hear a click from the lock on the main door and realize it’s too late. I peal my face from Scully’s and notice a huge figure barreling our way. The tip of a butcher knife catches the light from the bedside lamp. Everything happens so fast! I barely haul Scully and myself into a roll before the knife swipes down plunging into the mattress where Scully and I just laid. We land on the floor with a loud thud. Just then, Skinner comes crashing through the front door, weapon drawn. I only hear one shot. From the position Scully and I are in on the floor, my main concern is protecting our hides so I don’t venture a look. I hear a screeching yelp and the rest of the room is filled with footsteps.

“You can get up now” I hear Skinner’s voice call to us.

Scully and I both rise up on our knees and take in the scene before us. The UNSUB is handcuffed, wearing a hotel uniform and sporting a bullet wound in his shoulder. I was expecting the cavalry to take him down long before he got into the room, before he tried to pin us to the bed like butterflies. Looks like he slipped under their radar. The suspect’s only wounded. Good. Now he’ll go to prison for the rest of his natural life. The nightmare is over. The FBI’s finest prevails.

I hold a hand out to Scully, helping her up. I snatch her robe off the floor near the bed. She grabs it and throws it on. I reach for my pants, trying to conceal the huge wood I’m sporting, hoping that no one is paying attention. They aren’t, and I thank a God I don’t believe in for small favors.

Skinner walks over to us and pats me on the back. “Good job Mulder, and Scully as always, good work. You two put on a very convincing show.” We both smile at him a little shyly. “I’m sorry he got as close to the two of you as he did. The uniform threw us off for a few seconds. The rest of the team found a hotel employee tied to a chair, mouth taped, dressed in his skivvies, and locked in a broom closet. The man said that the killer told him he was going to come back for him later after he killed the redhead.” I wince. Scully notices it and gives me a sympathetic smile.

“Skinner, I’d like to be informed of who will be privy to the content on the tape tonight. Mulder and I have enough problems with gossip around the bureau and would rather this tape not fall into the wrong hands,” Scully states matter-of-factly.

“Oh, we are going to edit the parts before the killer came into the room, and both of your faces will be scrambled. We need to use it in court, but after that, it will be kept as evidence without your names or faces inserted anywhere.”

“Okay, great. I just wanted to be clear about that. Thank you, Sir. Mulder can you take me back to the hotel? I don’t have any clothes here and after all of this, I’m really tired.” When I look at her, she nods toward Skinner and squints her eyes at me. I can take a hint. Time to go….NOW!

“Absolutely Scully. Skinner, are we off the case now? We shouldn’t be the ones to write up the reports since we actually didn’t see anything,” I say with a big smile on my face.

“No, Agent Mulder, you’re right. You couldn’t have seen a thing. Go, go to the hotel and get some rest.”

Rest is not the thing on my mind right now but he didn’t need to know that.

“Thanks Sir. We’ll see you back in D.C. on Monday.” It’s Thursday now and we plan on heading home tomorrow. I grasp Scully’s arm and usher her out of the crime scene.

I look at my Corvette and her Sedan and ask “how about we take my rent-a-car?” She looks at me with that eyebrow up in the air and waves her hand in acceptance. I open the car door for her and she slides in. In doing so, her robe separates at the thigh and gives me a nice shot of her beautiful legs. I bite my tongue and get into the car on the other side. Damn, my dick is standing at attention from just getting a look at her legs.

xXxXxXx

He looks so sexy right now. It takes everything I have not to unbuckle my seatbelt, slide over and straddle him in the middle of driving down the road. No, that would not be good. We would be dead and I wouldn’t have felt him inside of me. God, all I can think about is fucking him six ways from Sunday. What the hell has gotten into me? We are partners, best friends, confidants. You know, what if he doesn’t even want to do this anyway? He’s trying very hard not to look at me. Maybe he’s as scared as I am. Worse, maybe he doesn’t want me at all and I have made an incorrect judgment call. Shit, now I have doubted myself completely. We’re almost to the hotel and I don’t want this to end but I’m going to give him an out.

“Mulder.”

“Yeah, Scully.” He looks over at me.

“Ya know, tonight was great and all, but I will understand if you want to just leave it at that.”

He looks at me with an angry glint in his eye. What is that for? I’m just trying to give him the opportunity to bail out of something before we ruin what we have. How selfish is he? He can’t be mad at me.

He parks the car, jumps out and runs around the other side. He opens my door, grabs my arm and yanks me out of the car. Not furiously, but definitely a man on a mission. He slams the car door behind me and with one hand around my arm in a semi death grip, unlocks the door to his hotel room, and throws me in. This occurs all without him saying a word.

I’m beginning to think he’s lost it. As soon as that thought forms, he shoves me against the door and put both hands on my face and kisses me harder than I have ever been kissed before. Well, looks like I was wrong about the whole wanting an out thing.

xXxXxXx

After kissing her harder than I have all evening, I pull my head away, barely. I want to make sure I get through her beautiful but thick head that I’m deadly serious about what I say next.

“Scully, how could you even think that I don’t want you?” I am barely containing my irritation at her comment in the car.

“Mulder, besides tonight we have never been in this type of situation. How can I be sure that you want to risk what we already have?”

“Scully, making love to you is all I think about sometimes. Seeing you day in and day out, being so close to you and not able to touch you! Do you know what that feels like? It’s absolute torture!”

“Oh Mulder, God I’m sorry.” She kisses me, obviously wanting to show me just how sorry she is. I grab the tie of her robe and pull it apart. I have to touch her. She gasps when my hands surround her breasts, gripping them hard. I slide away the fabric to her left breast to reveal one erect pink nipple. I lean down and latch onto it with all my worth, sucking until I can hear little cries of pleasure coming from her lips. I move to the other one and proceed to take it between the pads of my finger tips, twisting gently. I want her wild and crazy with desire for me. Right now, I feel as though I’m doing a pretty good job of it. She’s actually melting in my arms, right up against this door. I’m not about to take it any easier. The passion I have had locked up for the past several years is coming out full force. I grab her ass and lift her onto my hips, again pushing my erection into her center.

“Mulder, mmmm, yeessss!”

Her moans of pleasure give me the opportunity to kiss my way up to her ear. After tonight’s festivities, I know that her ears are very sensitive when she’s turned on. I’ll use this bit of information to my full advantage.

She moves her head down to look at me. Her gaze is clouded and filled with desire. “Mulder, I want you to fuck me, right now!”

“Holy shit, Scully.” I haul her against the door for another rub of my erection into her sex and a mind shuddering kiss. Her kisses will be the end of me. I’m literally starved for them. I can’t get enough of her and when those dirty words came out of the mouth of my partner, I nearly came right there. She is asking me to fuck her? What the hell more could a man ask for, really? I can’t wrap my mind around it. That actually came out of her soft, pouty, kiss-swollen lips. Demure, calm and collected Dana Katherine Scully wants to be fucked! By me of all people! That thought rips through me like a tidal wave of want and need. However, I want her to realize that this situation is not to be taken lightly. If we did this, there would be no one else. There could be no one else, ever!

“Scully, I will never be just fucking you. It will always be making love.”

“Okay then, make love to me, right now, and Mulder…” she says through gasps.

“Yeah?” I’m sucking on her neck again. It is now my goal to give her a nice ownership mark, and if anyone at the bureau sees it, she can just say it was from the case. Or she could say I gave it to her when I was making her forget her own name. Either way, I don’t care. She’s mine now.

“Make it hard!” She grabs my face and squeezes her legs around me so that I can feel my body touching every inch of hers.

“Oh God Scully, you’re going to be the death of me,” I croak out. I can’t believe this is happening. I will give her everything she wants. I would have anyway.

I finally rip her away from the door and walk to the bed, where I drop her unceremoniously onto the mattress with a big thud. Scully doesn’t seem to care, she’s just as wanton as I am. I am about to grab the hem of my t-shirt when Scully grabs it from me with a small “let me”.

She is so fucking sexy I can only comply with her every wish. She yanks the shirt over my head in one fell swoop and has her head on my chest quicker than I expect. She’s biting my left nipple and pinching the other one a little, just for good measure. Ecstasy, pure and simple ecstasy. I’m becoming totally lost in the sensations but I want to direct this. She is always so reserved and it’s my turn to see her let loose. Sexual control will be the ultimate barrier of trust between us. God, how I need to break down the unyielding Dana Scully and make her scream my name.

She grabs my slacks, unbuttons and unzips them. She drags them down, scraping her hand against my throbbing erection in the process. I’m going to die from how good it feels to have her touch me like this.

“Scully, behave, I want this to last and with you doing that, it won’t.”

She stops her roaming fingers while I proceed to kick off the pants down at my feet. I slowly hook my thumbs into my boxers near my hip bones and drag them almost in slow motion over my straining erection. Her eyes follow my every movement. I bend over, pick up the boxers and make a show of throwing them over my head. Once I’m fully exposed, she gasps.

I lean one knee onto the bed, moving over her. I reach around her and unlatch her bra, letting those perfect breasts fall into place. Next on my list, the panties. Maybe I’ll leave the garter on. Yeah, I think I will.

I kiss my way from one nipple to the other and then down to her flat stomach. Paying extra special attention to her navel sends her murmuring a bunch of incoherent “mmmsss” and “ohhhhsss” and “aaaahhhhss”. I check that spot in my mind as a place to return to later. I make a slow descent down to her panties. She’s squirming uncontrollably now so I plant a kiss on top of the tiny fabric covering her curls. She goes rigid. Must be something she really wants. I look at the panties closely and realize that they button on and off. They can actually be unsnapped so that I don’t have to unhook the garter. I look up at her with the biggest smile I can muster.

“Snap-ons Scully?” I ask breathlessly.

“Yeah, well a girl can dream. Right?” she says through gritted teeth.

I unsnap each one, deathly slow. She’s shimmying her ass from left to right. She’s getting impatient and I love it! I want her begging for me to touch her more. I finish the rest of the buttons and take a minute to marvel at the beauty before me. I briefly inhale her scent. So good.

“Scully, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever known!”

“God Mulder, you sure know how to make a girl feel special.” She’s absolutely quivering with anticipation. “Mulder please…” She sounds so completely wanton. This is a whole new side to my Scully and it is sexy as hell. I have gotten Dana Scully to beg. Shameless.

xXxXxXx

Apparently he has other things in mind. The last thing I remember hearing was him saying something along the lines of needing to “taste” me. Well, he is tasting me now, and it is driving me absolutely insane. He comes down upon me like a bobcat after a deer. He’s lapping, licking, and sucking me from top to bottom.

“Oh God Mulder, what you’re doing to me…feels sooooooo ohhh yeaaahhh fucking good…please don’t stop, oh yeah right there…oh Jesus Mulder…don’t….stop…ohhh myyy gooooodddd!!!”

He grabs my ass and shoves his face and tongue so far into me I think I might break from the pressure. His oral fixation is definitely a blessing. He’s slowing down a bit so that he can get his hands involved in the exquisite torture. He slides one slim digit into my center and twirls his tongue around my swollen nub. I’m shamelessly bucking my hips into his face. He doesn’t seem to mind. Every time I seem to lose more control, he puts more into his task. He hooks the finger within me and finds the spot that no one else has ever touched. As a doctor I know that there are pleasure points within everyone’s body that, when stimulated, could throw one into a mind shattering orgasm. I’d just never experienced it before with other lovers. Well, that’s about to change. I’m flying.

xXxXxXx

“Mulder, oh Mul, oooohhhh pleeeassss yeeeeaaaahhhh right there don’t mooooovveeee!!!

She is completely incoherent. I’m set on giving her as many orgasms tonight as I possibly can. I actually say a silent prayer to whatever deity would listen that Scully is multi- orgasmic. I hook my fingers tighter and set my mouth over her clit and suck hard. She screams my name, loudly, just as I had always dreamed. That however, isn’t enough for me. I want her so far gone with passion that she will never consider another lover again in her lifetime. I meticulously start to bite on her abused bundle of nerves while inserting another finger into her. She did not expect this.

“Mul…deerrr..Oooohhhh Mulder yeeeesss. This has neeeevveerr been this goooooooodddd, uuuummmmmm”

She’s plummeting over the edge again. A light sheen of sweat breaks out on her body and she attempts to grab my face and drag me away from my relentless torture. It seems as though it is too much for her. Well, that is exactly what I was going for. Besides, she tastes so good I can hardly bear to leave a feast of this magnitude.

“Mulder…I can’t…you can’t…not again…oooohhhh myyyy…mmmm…yeeeessss…how…are..you…doing…this…ho ly shit…I’m going to come…again, oh yeah!!”

I double my efforts. My hooked fingers are now jutting in and out of her fiercely, while my mouth is relentless against her clit. Biting, sucking, licking. She’s following along with my every movement, bucking into my face like a wild woman. God I love her more than anything. I have to be in her. As she comes down from her third orgasm, I slide my hands up her stocking- covered thighs, over her waist, planting baby kisses all over her skin. Coming to her breasts again I decide to stimulate them in a minute. For now, her eyes, the windows to her soul, are what I seek. I want and need to see her passion.

I slide up to her face and cup her cheek. She’s breathing heavily, a sight that I wouldn’t mind seeing for the rest of my life. She dazedly opens her eyes. Her big blue orbs are shining with love, admiration and pure total awe. Nothing could have superseded this moment.

xXxXxXx

Leaning up, I grab his neck and set my lips over his. He opens his mouth immediately, letting me drink him in. I can taste myself on him. It isn’t awful like I had always thought it would be. There is something oddly comforting and sexy about tasting my own arousal, mostly because it’s from Mulder’s mouth. I kiss him languidly. Once the kiss breaks I find I can actually form coherent thoughts. Who knew?

“Mulder, it’s never been like that before. I have never had two orgasms in a row let alone three, not to mention that I’ve never really enjoyed that act before now.” I don’t know why I feel that I need to share that information with him but it’s as if I have to tell him. Maybe it is the twinkle in his eyes after my admission. I could drown in those eyes. Especially when they’re twinkling at me.

“Scully, you were with the wrong men before. I want only to please you, in anyway I can. I have caused so much pain in your life. I consider giving you pleasure now as a gift.” He’s being very honest with me, letting his feelings out in the open.

“Mulder, you can’t want to please me out of some twisted guilt you have concocted. I won’t be with you in this manner if that’s what this is, if that’s all this is.” I try to move out from under him, to get away from the tears that were inevitably going to claim me. How can he tell me that he was going to make love to me out of guilt? Oh God, I have to get out of here. This is not right. This is not how it’s supposed to be, my mind is screaming at me.

xXxXxXx

“NO! Scully, no you misunderstood. I want to please you always. I want to be the only one to please you, ever! I love you dammit!” I grab her retreating form and pin her under my weight. She’s crying now. I can’t stand it when she cries. I lower my head down and kiss away her tears.

“I love you, Scully. I’ve always loved you. I want to love you forever. I don’t want to make love to you out of guilt. Yes, I have guilt for everything I’ve put you through over the past six years but guilt is not why I love you.” “Mulder, I love you, and I want to be with you, but you have to let go of this guilt you carry. You are not the reason things have hurt me. If anything, you’ve saved me. You’ve made me a whole person, you’ve completed me.”

My words have come back to me full force. She loves me. Scully loves me. Me! I’m having so much trouble wrapping my mind around it. I will show her my gratitude. That her gift will never be taken for granted. I have to prove to her how much this means to me. That she could give herself to me. That she wants me, forever.

“God, Scully, you are everything to me. Everything. Nothing is more important, not the X-Files, nothing. As long as I have you…”

She interrupts. “Mulder, you have always had me. Prove to me how much I mean to you. I want it all, everything, I want your truth.”

With that sentiment I claim her mouth as mine. My fingers burn hot with anticipation, sliding over her milky soft skin. My legs slide between hers and spread her legs wide, inserting my body in between them. I trail my hand down to her opening. She is wet with desire. I make slow work of parting her folds, my sex hovering over hers. I chance a look in her eyes and know she is ready. We are ready for this. We have always been ready, since day one.

I set my penis to her entry and push just the head in. She is impatient. She wraps her heels around my ass and pushes me deep within her center. I gasp with excitement. The angle is perfect. I move to cup her face to mine. “I love you” I whisper as I sink the rest of my length within her depths.

She moans loudly. It’s music to my ears. Scully, moaning, my dick surrounded by her. There isn’t another sensation better. I wait a moment. I know it has been a while since she’s experienced this type of activity and her body probably needs to adjust. I’m not trying to think egotistically but she is a small woman and I know I’m well endowed. I just don’t want to hurt her. I wait silently for her to open her eyes.

Tears slowly stream down her face. Shit, I fucked up! I have hurt her. I’ll never forgive myself!

“Scully, oh God, I hurt you?” I start to retreat out of her and she grips me with all of her might.

“No, Mulder. Don’t. You haven’t hurt me. It’s just this is so right. Nothing could be better. Trust me, please. Just make love to me Mulder. I want this more than anything.”

With her confirmation and request, I begin to move my hips slowly. She pushes her hips up to meet mine, asking for more. I can’t deny her. I lean down and kiss her passionately, thrusting slowly within her, as if we have all the time in the world.

Her motions are getting more urgent. She’s gyrating her hips and meeting me thrust for thrust. I can’t hold back any longer. I grip her ass and push into her with all the love I have in me. It’s hard to decipher who’s moaning the loudest.

“Mulder, mmmm oooo ssooooo gooooood,” Scully mutters out between breaths. Her moans are continous. I can tell that she is close. God, I want to be there with her when she comes.

“Scully, you feel….ohhhh…yeaahhh…never dreamt…this gooooodd!!” I’m now thrusting into her at a frenzied pace. “Scully, open…your…eyes…ohhhhh…”

She complies, and when she sees my strained face, muscles fighting for control and the sheer love I am displaying for her to see in my eyes, she tips her head back and comes. She punctuates her pleasure with a euphoric “Mulllllddddeerrrr…looooovee…yoooouuu!!”

That sends me tumbling into my own ecstasy. I give her a couple more thrusts and spill into her heat over and over. I fall down upon her, inserting my face into the crook of her neck. I’m totally spent and loving every minute of it!

xXxXxXx

Mulder’s weight on top of me is complete bliss. I never thought that we would ever take our relationship to this step. I used to be frightened of it. I think we both were. I absently twine my fingers through Mulder’s hair. He comes to and lifts his head, eyes piercing mine. He leans in, giving me a sweet kiss. I reciprocate willingly.

“Mulder, that was…well, that was better than I had ever imagined it to be.” “Scully, it was time. It was our time, finally.” He grins.

“What now, Mulder? The moment of truth is here and there’s no going back to the way things were. Frankly, I don’t want them to,” I announce nervously.

“Neither do I Scully, neither do I. Honestly, this only changes our personal relationship. Our working relationship does not have to be affected, unless you feel differently.”

“No, I agree Mulder. Our working relationship doesn’t have to be affected. So then, if you agree, we should keep this portion of our lives separate from work.” “Yes, I think that would be best. If “they” knew we had taken this step, they would have more to hurt us with.”

“I thought of that. But, Mulder, I don’t want to pretend that I don’t love you. I want a relationship with you, outside of work. I don’t want to hide in the bushes, or steal kisses only in the confines of our own apartments. I want to enjoy this.” I’m actually getting irritated with even having this conversation. It’s simply stupid. Why should we always have to hide from a danger we can’t even guarantee will happen?

“You know what Mulder? On second thought, they can’t have this! This is ours. Yours and mine! I will not let them ruin any future happiness for us. I’m willing to keep our relationship out of work, but when we leave the FBI building, all bets are off! I won’t live in the shadows. I won’t let them ruin what we have and could have. I don’t know about you but I’m not scared to love you.” I’m unwavering in my determination.

“Scully, I love you, and I want to show the world how much. I’m just concerned about what they would do to us if they found out. Scully I can handle just about anything but losing you. I could never accept that. Especially not now,” he says nervously.

“Mulder, we weren’t ever together before and they hurt us. They have the same leverage they’ve always had. They take me and you come running, they take you and I come running. There is no difference. We have the same amount to lose as we’ve always had. At least now, we have so much more to gain.”

“You’re right, Scully. They can’t have this. Nothing else matters. As long as we’re together, we’ll go up against anything they throw at us.” This time he said it with conviction and I felt that he meant it.

xXxXxXx

I slide to the side of her, wrapping myself around her petite naked body. They will never take this away. Never. With every ounce of my being I will fight, and we will prevail. I kiss the nape of her neck, she snuggles closer to me. Mine. All mine. Nope, they cannot have this.

We will both sleep and worry about what is to come next, when it came. For now, we are just going to enjoy each other; bodies melded, minds open, hearts marked forever by the other.

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